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The Flag of Justice ~ Adrian Chase x Flag!Reader

A/N ~ The longest project i’ve ever worked on for Tumblr or writing in general. Please be nice about this, it’s taken forever. Thank you to two special people @bvcksmurdock and @spcemi who have helped me through this whole process and been encouraging.

Summary: In 2010, Rick Flag was sent on a mission by the military to infiltrate a secret operation. While doing so, Flag found a 13-year-old who he took in as his own. It turns out Y/N, the kid, was given telepathy by the scientists at the secret operation. For their safety, Rick decides to help them conceal this found power. Eleven years later, Y/N Flag, who works with ARGUS is told by Waller that Rick Flag has died on the field. However, Waller names Chris Smith as the hero who tried to save Rick instead of killing him. Y/N Flag agrees to help lead Project Butterfly and keep the man who ‘saved’ Rick out of prison.

Warnings: Typical Peacemaker Dialogue & Violence | Talk of Illegal Experimentation on Minors | Mention of Past Capture & Torture | This will not go completely with the Peacemaker show's plot or the events of TSS movie

Word Count: 11K

2010, Gotham City

Colonel Rick Flag was not supposed to be on this mission. This mission was supposed to be taken care of by General Robert Dubois, but as usual, the two were called to team up. The mission was referred to as Project U, an infiltration of a secret organization of scientists called Universals. They believed that they could give everyone superhuman abilities.

These scientists had decided to kidnap over twenty young girls and boys to experiment on. Rick and Robert’s job was to bring a team of operatives to shut down this organization and take any children out. What this team didn’t expect was the building to explode before they even set foot inside.

The rubble from the explosion covered almost everything in the lab. Every single piece of evidence was destroyed. Rick picked over bits and pieces, but there was barely anything salvageable. The mission was supposed to go a lot different, but apparently, there was a mole in the system. Before the colonel could look through any more broken machines, he saw something move in the corner of the room.

“Dubois, get your ass in here!” Rick called through his comms.

Rick heard a short on the way through his com and made his way over to the figure. There was no way a human could have survived this explosion. Moving a few large pieces of concrete Rick was met with the face of a child. They couldn’t have been older than 13. The child’s face was full of fear.

“I’m here boss!” Rick turned his head when he heard his teammate.

Robert was shocked when he saw the small child, you, looking up at Rick. The two men had no idea what to do. How did you out of everyone else survive?

‘I want to go home.’ Rick jumped out of his skin when he heard words uttered into his mind.

“What is it, mate?” Robert was concerned for his friend after watching his face go pale.

“They spoke to me.” Rick turns around to Robert. “They spoke to me…in my mind.”

“You think those experiments the Universals did work?” Robert looked towards you.

Rick didn’t answer, he only brought his hand towards yours. Shakily, you returned the gesture until he was able to take hold of your hand.

“I’m going to help you. Everyone else is gone. It’s just me, you, and Dubois. Just us.” Rick slowly lifted you.

“Just us.” You repeated as you slowly stood with Rick.

2011, Midway City, Louisiana

It had been a year since Rick Flag had found you in the rubble of all you’ve known. The Universals had decided it was more beneficial if they took your memories. You still knew basic knowledge, but nothing more than that. No memories of family, friends, or even childhood.

You a blank slate when you came out of the explosion. Rick had been caring for you since that day. He was like an older brother to you, someone you could lean on when you needed it. Rick was the only one that cared for you, and you were the only one that cared for him.

Rick had asked his parents if you could stay with them, but they weren’t a big fan of your powers or how ‘weird’ you were as they put it. So, Rick packed his bags and found a nice two-bedroom house for the two of you. He found a job working with an organization called A.R.G.U.S and hasn’t looked back.

Today was a special day for both of you. Rick was going to adopt you officially, or at least you were going to take his last name. It made a lot of things easier and allowed you to have a completely new life. One far away from the torture and trauma you endured when you were young. Signing the papers brought tears to your eyes and it made you realize you finally have a family.

2021, Belle Reve

It was supposed to be a great day. Rick was supposed to get back this afternoon from his mission, and you two were going to celebrate your birthday together. You were turning 24. A milestone you would have never thought you were going to get to.

Over the years, you had stuck by Rick’s side just like an annoying younger sibling. Rick didn’t mind though, he thought it was his purpose to help you and watch you grow. It was like he was the overprotective brother who just wanted the best for you.

The one thing Rick couldn’t help you with though was the superhuman abilities that were given to you. They often overwhelm you, but you have found different ways to calm them. Whether you need to roll a joint, or get into a quiet closed-off room, the voices would eventually go away.

Once Rick had ended up dating a woman, June, who had superhuman abilities just like you. But, she was just a ploy from Waller to get Rick invested in her suicide squad. The suicide squad had helped Rick understand you better though. Understand what superhuman people can go through when their powers get out of hand.

You had learned to best describe your abilities like telepathy. Reaching into someone's mind and reading their thoughts. You were also able to communicate via mind-linking with someone, which you find to be a very intimate experience.

Though Rick tried his best to keep you a secret, Waller found out about you eventually. You were her new ploy to keep Rick doing missions for ARGUS. Every time he would almost pull back, she would remind him of “the sweet child that you have at home with special abilities I would love to use to my advantage”. Rick had no choice but to let Waller play him like a puppet.

Rick’s heart sunk the day you started working for the same shitty organization he does. It’s one thing when he has to go home with the guilt of this shit show, but now you are right here with him. Rick didn’t say anything though. The first thing Rick told you when you graduated was that you could do anything you wanted. You chose to work at the same organization with him as an agent.

Rick knew he wasn’t going to make it home from this mission. That was why he told Waller that you didn’t need to be on the behind-the-scenes team for this mission. For once in her life, Waller complied with Rick’s order. You have spent the past week working behind a desk, itching to do something.

You knew something was wrong the moment Waller entered your office. You were just about to clock out for the night, but you were interrupted by the woman walking through the door. She had a solemn look on her face as she faced you.

“Y/N. I have something I need to tell you.” Waller sat down on your desk softly.

“Did they succeed?” You ask staring blankly at the black monitor in front of you.

“What?”

“I need to know if the team succeeded before you tell me your…news” You take a deep breath.

“Yes. Yes, they did.”

You broke down after she finished saying that. That was all you needed to hear. You knew exactly what happened, you could feel it through the mind link you had with Rick. But, you didn’t want to believe it. Believe the man who adopted you, raised you, he was gone.

“You need to know something though. I need you to know that Christopher Smith, Peacemaker, tried everything he could, but he couldn’t stop Bloodsport from killing Flag.” With that Waller walked away.

You went frigid as you heard those words. Dubois tried to kill Flag? And a man named Peacemaker tried to save him? You owed this Chris guy a huge thank you.

Present Day

It’s been almost six months since Rick passed away, and it’s still hard to come home to an empty house. Your routine would never feel the same again, and you had no one to blame, but one of his best friends, Robert Dubois. What a dick.

You sipped from an almost empty beer in your living room when you got a call. You glanced at the number to see it was none other than Waller. Taking a sip of your beer, you answered the call.

“Waller?” You spoke on the phone.

“Flag, it’s nice to speak with you. I hope your short vacation is doing you well.”

Waller had given you two weeks off after you had gone off at someone after they made a joke Rick used to make a lot.

“Yes, it is. Is there anything you need?” You tried your best to keep your positive tone.

“There is actually. I have a mission called Project Butterfly. It has been underway for a few days now, but I think that the team could use your skills.”

“Look-”

“Before you say anything.” Waller cuts you off. “This mission will help Peacemaker from going back to prison. Harcourt, Murn, and Economos are on the mission as well. Think about it and get back to me.”

Before you could respond Waller had already hung up the phone.

–

You had agreed after a night of thinking on it. Being able to work with your friends and the man who saved Rick was practically a dream come true for an agent like yourself. Getting on the first flight you could, you headed to Evergreen, Washington. You had heard that it was a quaint town, but you knew it had to be anything but.

While sitting on the plane you got a few texts from Harcourt telling you what hotel you were staying at. You sent back a thumbs-up emoji and strapped in for Evergreen. The flight was smooth, and so was the ride over to the hotel you were staying at. You were going to be sharing a room with Harcourt, which you didn’t mind because she’s a close friend.

“It’s nice to see you, Y/N.” Harcourt smiled as you entered your shared hotel room.

“Nice to see you too, Emilia. Care to explain what Project Butterfly is?” You raise an eyebrow.

“None of us know. All we know is that we have our first mission today.” Emilia sighs. “I’ve tried to get Murn to spill details, but he won’t budge.”

“He’s always been so secretive, I wonder what he’s hiding.” You inquire.

“Who knows. Maybe he’s got a bug in his brain.” Harcourt rolls her eyes.

–

You get a ride with Harcourt to an abandoned video store that is the team's headquarters. You open the door to the store and the first thing that hits you is the stench of death.

“God, it smells like shit.” You cough.

“You’ll get used to it.” John Economos is sitting at a desk to the side.

“Nice to see you too, John.” You roll your eyes, placing your bag on one of the clear desks.

“What? Even the new person gets a nice desk?” You look over at a younger woman who groans.

“Do you want to trade?” You ask her.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m just bitching. It’s nice to meet you, your name is Agent Y/N, right?” The woman stands up and reaches out her hand.

“Yeah, it’s nice to meet you..”

“Adebayo.” The woman, Adebayo smiles at you.

“Are we ready?” A man walks in with Peacemaker. “Oh, Y/N, it’s good to have you on our team. Chris, this is agent Y/N, Waller sent them.”

You give a soft wave and smile towards Chris and he grins your way. You have to admit the man is very intimidating in person. Looking back towards Murn you feel something off about the man. Trying to subtly get into his head doesn’t seem to be working, and that makes you very wary.

Economos breaks the awkward moment by shoving past you with large duffel bags. Harcourt and an eagle follow, but Chris is quick to drag the eagle back inside. He seems to be scolding it as you walk out with your equipment. You watch as Economos opens the back of a large van.

While the team of six places their equipment in the van you take a mental sweep of everyone’s mind. It’s something that comes easy to you, almost like breathing. It helps you calm down and check on everyone. The mental sweep also helps you keep your powers in check and warm them up for the mission ahead.

After checking through everyone's head, except for Murn’s who you can’t read, you speak with Harcourt. You were about to ask her a question when you saw a flash of blue and black show up from behind a trash can.

“Hey!” Harcourt calls out.

“What?” The masked man yells back.

“Ah fuck, that’s just Vigilante.” Chris groans.

“Do you know him?” You ask Chris, while you subtly pick his mind.

Chris doesn’t know his identity, but it seems he had a good time with Vigilante yesterday. You turned to Chris with a look of disgust before looking back at the Vigilante.

“Get the fuck out of here!” Harcourt yells his way.

Vigilante turns to leave but stops mid-way when Harcourt yells and makes his way back over. He begins to ramble off again and explains that he just wants to protect his “best friend” Peacemaker.

One thing that catches you off guard about the man is that you can easily read his mind. It’s something that reminds you a lot of what you could do with Rick. When you had a mind link with someone. You know just from looking at Vigilante that his name is Adrian Chase and he has to work tonight, but he is going to cancel to follow the van.

Although that should be concerning to you, it didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. Once you got into the van and made your way to your mission, you learned the true stakes of this ‘Project Butterfly’. The six of you were making your way over to a political figure's house to kill him…and possibly his family.

This caused outrage by Chris, and you respected him greatly for that. It reminded you that this was a man who tried his best to save Rick. He did all he could. Those five words kept your spirits high whenever you thought about Rick’s last moments.

“Y/N?” Harcourt nudged your leg.

“Mmm?” You look at her.

“We are here.”

You look around and notice that everyone is getting the van set up. Jumping out, you look over at Chris who is shakily drawing something on his gun. He curses as he throws the sharpie and grabs his gun. You open your equipment and get out your twin knives.

It turns out that waiting for a family of four to arrive at a house was a lot more boring than it seemed. You had been sent with Harcourt and Chris to keep a watch. The most the three of you had seen was a squirrel to which Chris said that the team should have been called project squirrel instead of project butterfly.

Harcourt had gone to the bathroom, and you waited patiently with Chris. It didn’t take long for the bush beside you guys to start rustling. You didn’t have to even see him know it was Vigilante from his…brain waves? To put it kindly, they were unlike any you have experienced before.

You knew that Chris didn’t know Vigilante’s real identity, so you chose to stay quiet while they spoke. Chris spoke to Vigilante trying to get him to go away, but he was stuck on staying with you two. He wanted to make sure Peacemaker was safe, and that weirdly warmed your heart. You could understand just wanting to make sure someone was safe.

“Who are you?” You looked at Vigilante with wide eyes.

“Me?”

“Yea, there’s no one else out here right now.” Vigilante said in a smart-ass tone.

“I’m Y/N. I’m working with Chris right now.” You smile.

“Oh, that’s cool. You are pretty, or handsome, or whatever compliment you want.” Vigilante tries to put his hand on a tree to look cool, but misses it and falls.

You laugh at his stumble and Harcourt walks up right after the incident. She argues with Vigilante for a moment before everyone’s alerted the family is at the home. It turns out they have a bodyguard called Judo Master who Chris simply laughs at.

It takes a while, but eventually, Chris gets a clean shot of the family, but he just can’t take the shot. You were about to offer, but Vigilante offers to take it instead and shoots three of the four family members. While he tries to shoot the last, he’s kicked by none other than Judo Master.

After a long fight, with Judo Master, you were knocked out along with Harcourt, while Vigilante and Chris were dragged away. Murn and Adebayo found you and Harcourt. The four of you were now on the hunt for Vigilante and Chris who seemed to be in the house.

Infiltrating the house didn’t take long, and soon you were going room to room looking for the two men. Eventually, Harcourt found out the two were underground. Adebayo was able to find the secret entrance, and after a large explosion knocked Murn out, the three of you were able to scramble to get the men.

When you arrived, you saw that Goff had his head blown to bits and Judo Master was nowhere to be seen. Vigilante was without a shoe, and his toe looked in terrible shape while Chris looked just a little beaten up and…Cheeto dust on his cheek?

The seven of you made your way into the van with Judo Master in Economos’ hands. He had defeated the man by beating him unconscious. Placing into the back of the van, Chris shut the door and the van began to drive back to headquarters. You had taken a seat in between Harcourt and Vigilante, who was currently complaining about his half cut-off toe.

“Dude, I promise you will be able to walk. Here, let me start patching you up.” You smiled at the masked man beside you and began to get onto the van floor.

“Oh, thank you! You know Chris has never done something like this for me. I don’t think anyone has done something like this for me before. That makes you special.” You blush at Vig’s words.

“Glad to be the first to patch you up, Vig.” You grab the first aid kit.

“I have a question, Y/N?” Vigilante looks down at you.

You made a hum for him to continue.

“Are you free after this?”

“What?” You freeze.

“Chris and I have this huge place in the woods that we use as our shooting range. Do you maybe want to go there with me, you know, if we survive all this shit?” You don’t have to read Vig’s mind to know he just asked you on a date.

“I would love that.”

You knew that you were lying, you couldn’t stay after this mission, but you didn’t want to hurt the guy after his toe was almost cut in half. The thoughts of kissing you coming from Vigilante’s mind were far too loud for you to ignore. You could feel him smile under his mask as your cheeks heated up.

“Guys come on, we are right here.” Chris groans. “You know I hate relationship shit.”

The two of you quieted down after that. You made quick work of Vigilante’s toe and slowly put his boot back on.

“If you guys are done, I have a question. What are we going to do with him?” Harcourt gestures to Judo Master.

Before anyone can speak, Vigilante and Chris are already cocking their guns and pointing them toward the man.

—

When you got back to the headquarters, everyone unpacked and you grabbed your specific equipment. Chris and Vigilante grabbed their gear, taking off towards Chris’ father's house to grab more helmets. Adebayo had decided to help Economos secure Judo Master, and Murn was in his office per usual.

That left you and Harcourt, who had decided to sneak some alcohol into the old video store. She poured the liquid into two water bottles and handed you one. After getting fairly tipsy with the blonde, you decided it wouldn’t do any harm in confiding in her.

“Harcourt, can I tell you something?” You glanced at the woman.

“Sure, I can’t tell you that I will care though.” She sipped from her bottle.

“I can read minds.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Harcourt was now staring at you, with her full attention.

“Rick found me when I was 13, I was experimented on. I can read minds, I could read yours right now. I chose not to though because it can be draining for me. Some people are easier to read, especially if I have a mind-link with them.”

You spill the words without a care knowing that you could hate yourself for it tomorrow.

“A mind-link? What is that?” Harcourt had no idea what was going on.

“I had one with Rick, it’s like a strong emotional connection. It allows me to read someone's thoughts far easier than usual. For example, I think I have a mind link with Vigilante. The first time we met him when he was behind the trash can I could read his mind. It was…loud.”

“I would guess so. Go back a second though, what do you mean Rick found you? I thought you were like his sister.” Harcourt takes a deeper sip of her drink.

“Rick adopted me a while after he found me. Said he saw something good in me, whatever that meant. He knew about my powers, but he kept it a secret, especially around Waller. She found out anyway though, it was her way of keeping him going through mission after mission. I’m just thankful Rick had someone like Chris there on his last mission.” You smile thinking of the two together.

Harcourt sits up at that.

“What do you mean?”

“When Waller told me about Rick’s death, she told me about what happened. I can’t believe that Robert Dubois would kill his best friend. What brought me comfort though was knowing that Chris did everything he could to try and save him. I heard he even fought Robert until he was shot by him as well.”

Harcourt stands up quickly from her seat, the chair scraping across the floor.

“I have to go to the bathroom.”

You watched as your friend stumbled into the bathroom. Shit, you are going to feel terrible in the morning.

Harcourt stares at her reflection in the mirror with a frown. How could Waller stoop as low as to tell you that Dubois killed Rick and not Chris? It was clear that she just wanted to set up this team from the start and the news of Chris killing Rick would have just ruined it all.

The blonde knew she couldn’t tell the team about this information though. She was sure Murn knew, but Chris could not know that Y/N thinks he’s a hero, let alone Rick Flag’s hero. Hell, she wasn’t even sure if Chris knew that the agent’s last name was Flag. That’s not even mentioning that you just told Harcourt that you had abilities.

Sure Harcourt has dealt with abilities before, but she had no idea they could be easily hidden. Though you did explain to her how hard it was to keep them hidden. In the grand scheme of things, your powers didn’t matter though. Nothing would matter if you don’t stop the butterflies.

Harcourt is broken out of her thoughts by a knock at the bathroom door. It was you. The team had come back with some interesting news. Economos had framed Chris’ father and he’s now in prison. Now Chris was on his way to the prison to talk to his dad, which was not a good thing.

You barely kept up with all of the information in your tipsy state. All you knew was that Economos had fucked up and you were all taking a yelling for it. Adebayo had agreed to go after the man, and you decided it was the perfect time to take a nap at the back of the office.

When Adebayo came back into the office, you were a lot more aware of your surroundings. She had told the group that Vigilante had landed himself in jail. It caused Murn to once again yell at the team calling all of you the apple dumpling gang, causing Economos to laugh.

“I can hack the system and get Vigilante out, what’s his name?” Economos looked at the four of you.

“Adrian Chase.” You replied without hesitation.

“How the fuck do you know that?” Adebayo looked at you questioningly.

“Don’t worry about it.” You glance over at Harcourt who gives you an encouraging smile.

“And…he’s out!” Economos cheers. “Who’s going to pick him up.”

“I’ll do it.” You suggest.

“I’ll go with you.” Harcourt grabs her keys.

The drive to the prison was short but filled with comfortable silence. Enough silence to allow you to think about what has happened. You wanted to apologize to Harcourt, but you aren’t sure what you would be sorry for. Spilling your deepest secrets? Having abilities in general?

It wasn’t like you couldn’t handle your liquor and told everyone you had abilities while drunk. You guessed that you told her because you needed someone to know. Flag was the only one. He was the only one who ever knew of your telepathy. You needed someone else to know, and you assumed that someone else was now Harcourt.

But then there was the other person you needed to think about. Adrian Chase or the Vigilante has become a part of Project Butterfly. There was something about him that you couldn’t shake from your mind. Maybe it was the fact that you felt a mind-link with him without even trying. Or perhaps the way you easily said yes after he asked you out after all of this was over.

Adrian was charming, but you’ve never seen his face, which is causing you anxiety. You were about to see his face for the first time and you had no idea what you were expecting. Harcourt could feel your legs moving up and down nervously, but she opted not to say anything. The less she said the easier this would be. She could tell there was more than meets the eye between you two.

Harcourt finally parked the car and you saw a young man walk out of the prison. This moment right now would change you forever, for better or for worse. Your eyes meet with Adrian’s for the first time and something…happens. You wouldn’t say it was bad, but it was something. It was like a breath of fresh air, you could finally feel peace when you looked at him.

You moved quickly to the backseat of the car to allow Adrian in the front. But, the man just slug his bag into the front and got into the back of the car with you. When he strapped himself in you could see the redness in his eyes from crying.

“He’s still alive.” Adrian looks over at you.

You can see the pain in Adrian’s eyes at the fact that he let Chris down. You can understand the pain. You feel it every time you think of Rick.

“I’m Adrian.” He’s still looking at you.

“I know.” You say softly.

You knew he would ask about that later, but right now it was the most comforting thing you could say.

“I think I might have made things worse.” A tear falls from Adrian’s eye.

“I know.” You say again, slowly placing your hand on his.

The next day when you showed up at the headquarters their air was tense. Chris was too busy glaring at Economos to even notice that you had sat in between him and Adrian for the meeting. You gave the man a small smile and he gave one back and his cheeks tinted pink before he looked back at Chris. Although it would be easy to read his mind at the moment, you hate invading privacy.

Economos began his PowerPoint about how the butterflies work, but it turns out that he isn’t the best at them. Chris reminded him of that fact every slide, which caused Adrian to laugh with him. You aren’t sure Adrian even knows what he laughing at, but you know how much he looks up to Chris.

After another rude comment from Chris, he begins to blow up at Economos for putting his father in prison. He begins naming random celebrities that Economos could have put in jail instead. When he does that you glance over at Adrian he seems to be lost in thought.

“The cunts from Riverdale, Snookie, Cookie Monster, hell, you could have even put Gut Chase for God’s sake man.” Adrian perks up when Chris says that.

“Hey, don’t bring my brother into this!” You’ve never seen Adrian raise his voice before. It was…terrifying.

“Whatever man, no one cares what you think, you’re just Gut Chase's younger brother anyway.” Chris gets up and storms off.

It was clear that Chris wasn’t pissed at Adrian. He was just upset, and it seemed like Adrian ended up in the crossfire after trying to defend his brother. Everyone gets up after Chris does, Harcourt going after the man.

“We leave in half an hour. Economos, don’t fuck up again.” Murn orders.

No one seems to notice the small sniffle coming from Adrian. You glance over at him, but before you can do anything he’s getting up and moving towards the bathroom. Getting up, you see Adebeyo giving you an encouraging thumbs up to which you return one at her.

Walking down the hall it wasn’t hard to know that Adrian was in the bathroom. He was talking to himself quietly. You could hear the small murmuring from outside of the door. There was no way he was going to let you in there, so you searched for the lock-pick that you always kept with you.

After getting the door unlocked, you opened it slowly. You could tell that Adrian had been crying for a while by the way his eyes were once again puffy.

“What are you doing?” Adrian asks you as you lock the door to the bathroom back.

“I wanted to talk.”

“Okay…and why are we doing it in a locked bathroom? Are you like, going to kill me–because that would be kind of hot, honestly.” Adrian chuckles, wiping his eyes.

“No…listen. I wanted to ask you about Chris.”

Adrian looked up at you with confusion.

“What about him?”

You took a breath before continuing.

“Is he always this mean to you?”

“What do you mean?” Adrian began to subconsciously fiddle with the pockets of his suit.

“I’ve noticed how Chris treats you, and it’s far from how a friend should. I know that you want to defend him by saying that’s how friends are, but they aren’t. I used to have friends like Chris you know. Friends who I thought were just joking when they would pick fun at me for being the runt in my family.”

“Runt? How could you be the runt of your family?”

“My…adoptive brother, Rick Flag was far more talented than I could ever be. That doesn't matter though. I guess what I’m trying to say is that you shouldn’t let Chris say that shit to you. Even if he is your friend. I know it can hurt, deep down.” You didn’t want to let it slip that you could currently feel his pain via your mind link.

“I’m thankful for your concern, Y/N, but you don’t have to worry. I don’t care because I don’t have emotions as people do.” It seemed that Adrian was trying to boast about the fact that he was a psychopath.

You could see right through him. Trying to be as subtle as you could you pried into Adrian’s brain to see what he truly thought. The truth was Adrian Chase did have emotions, but he was too afraid of rejection to ever show them.

“You are a good person, Adrian. I hope you know that.” You smiled at Adrian.

The van ride to the Glan Tai Plant was filled with heavy rock music far too loud for most of the van occupant’s taste. It turns out Economos and Chris were able to share a similarity in their music taste. A small smile formed on your face as you watched the two interact. You couldn’t see Adrian, but he was sneaking glances at your smile with a larger grin on his face.

It didn’t take long for the team to arrive at the plant, and you all got your equipment out ready for whatever you were about to witness. However, everyone stopped what they were doing when they heard a loud buzzing noise. It turns out that Adrian had gotten out a chainsaw and was ready to bring it in with him.

“No! You are not bringing that in there!” You hear Harcourt yell from beside you.

Adrian sighs and turns off the machine.

“Ah, fuck! I’m never gonna kill someone with a fucking chainsaw! It’s total bullshit.” Adrian turns and shuts the van.

“It’s alright Adrian, maybe another day.” You try to cheer him up.

“Yea, maybe one day.” He mumbles.

The team breaks up into two groups. Adebayo and Chris are going into the front with Harcourt and Adrian, and you are going through the back. Although Harcourt doesn’t want to deal with Adrian, she wants to be with you two over Chris.

The three of you make your way into the building as quietly as you can. When you open one of the many cardboard boxes, you realize that the building is a butterfly food warehouse. It seems like there are thousands of boxes of food. After that discovery, the three of you go farther into the building.

The three of you are soon recognized by the butterfly workers and are chased into a large room. You lock the door and let out a sigh of relief until you hear a scream of the word gorilla. That’s when you see Harcourt go flying across the room. Fear seizes up your body, and you aren’t able to do anything, but stand like a statue. Staring at the gorilla, you begin to hyperventilate. This has never happened before on a mission, but then again you have never fought against a giant gorilla.

The gorilla glares at you and roars in anger, ready to charge. You manage to get your arms to move fast enough to cover your face. However, an attack from the gorilla never comes when Adrian rushes in front of you. You look in shock as Adrian is thrown like a rag doll, but he tries his best to recover and get back in front of you.

Before Adrian can fight back the gorilla’s chest suddenly opens into a gory hole. The gorilla falls with a thud and you look behind the gorilla to see Economos who is covered in blood, holding a chainsaw.

–

The ride in the van back to headquarters was full of laughter and happiness. The excitement that occurred during the mission had caused a boost of confidence from Economos, and a light feeling in the air. Everyone was currently dancing to whatever song Chris had decided to put on the radio, including you.

Head bouncing to the tune, you smiled over at Adrian who was currently dancing with his arms. You were so enraptured by Adrian that you missed Harcourt snapping a photo of the team enjoying the moment. It was one of those things that you loved about the team, the fact that you could all just dance after such a strange mission.

It wasn’t long before the team arrived back at the old video store. Murn had announced that the team had the rest of the day off. You were excited just to go home, or your hotel, to sleep off the day. Harcourt had told you she would be there in a bit, so you didn’t wait up for her.

What Harcourt was doing while you took the day off was meeting up with Economos and Adebayo. She had some important information to share before it got out on its own. The two were surprised Harcourt even wanted to see them on their day off. When the two arrived at the bar, the blonde waved them over to her.

“I have something important to tell you two. And I trust that you will keep to yourselves, or at least don’t tell Chris or Vig. You know those two couldn’t keep a secret to save their lives.” Harcourt took a sip of her beer.

“Got it. Lips sealed.” Economos zipped his lips with his fingers.

“Never do that again, Economos. I’m in though, you can trust me not to spill.” Adebayo promised.

“Alright, well as you two know Agent Y/N Flag is on this mission with us. As it turns out, they confided in me letting me know that the reason they agreed was because of Chris. Waller lied to them.” Harcourt took a breath, reassuring her mind this was the right decision.

“Waller told Y/N that BloodSport killed Rick Flag and not Chris. She told them that Chris was the one to try and save Flag instead of vice versa.”

“Holy fuck!” Economos replied.

Adebayo remained silent but seemed to be distraught by what Harcourt told her. She didn’t understand how her mother could tell such a lie.

“What are we going to do?” Adebayo finally spoke.

“Nothing. We can’t do anything about this until we take down the cow. It’s too risky and could compromise this mission. We wait for feelings until after the world is safe.” Harcourt was sure this was the right call.

“I agree. If we tell Y/N about Chris then we might have a dead body on our hands, and no one wants that.” Economos agreed.

The three finished up their drinks and agreed to never speak of this meeting. The less anyone knew about any of this, the better. Harcourt wasn’t even sure that Chris knew Y/N’s last name was Flag, let alone that Waller lied to them.

“Come on, It’s going to be fun!” Adrian dragged you to his car.

“Fine, but if Chris makes fun of you, I’m leaving and taking you with me.” You grumble as you get into the ‘Vigilante Mobile’.

It was the next day and Adrian wanted to take you to Chris’ house to help cheer him up. Chris had been feeling bad ever since his dad went to jail. You always felt that pang in your heart when you knew Chris felt bad. The pang that told you he did everything to save Rick, so you should at least help him.

“Your car smells like weed, do you smoke?” You look over to Adrian.

“No. I can’t believe they legalized that shit…”

You watch intently as Adrian goes on a rant about the American Government. You weren’t paying attention to his words though. His lips were more mesmerizing than you first thought. They were perfect, and you wanted nothing more than to kiss them.

To be honest, you had never kissed someone, but you sure wanted to know what it felt like. Some people may see it as lame to be twenty-five and never have kissed someone. For you though, it was simply a matter of never having time. Being an Agent for ARGUS wasn’t easy, and it gave no free time for you. There was no time for romance, let alone a make-out session.

“Are you okay?” Adrian looks at you.

You jump out of your thoughts, gulping before you answer.

“Y-yeah, sorry, I was just thinking.” You smiled.

The two of you made it to Chris’ trailer before long. If America was personified, you were sure it would be Christopher Smith. Good god did that guy like red, white, and blue. It was honestly surprising how dedicated that man was.

After entering Chris’ trailer, you and Adrian learned that he had kept Goff, the butterfly. It was honestly one of the creepiest things you had ever seen, especially when it drew a peace sign on the glass he was stuck in.

You watched in pure comedic shock as Chris and Adrian began to ask the butterfly questions. Then, the butterfly answered the questions and you felt like you were going to lose your mind.

Everything was going fine until Adrian’s phone rang. He picked up and it turned out Murn was warning you three of the police that was currently surrounding the house. Then you heard a large knock at the door.

“Police!” You whipped your head towards the door.

“Shit! We have to go.” You whisper to the men.

Chirs shares with you and Adrian that he has roof access that you and Adrian, who is carrying Goff on his back, climb up. When the three of you get up there, you shimmy your way into a tree.

While up in the tree Adrian manages to slip and fall right onto Goff, who is released in the process. You jump down after him and help him up, running through the forest to his car parked a while away. While you two, soon followed by Chris, begin to maneuver through the forest you subtly begin to use your powers.

Chris and Adrian watch as certain police around them fall with a cry without anything touching them. Looking at you they could see a small spark in your eye but weren’t planning on asking about it. Well, Adrian probably was, but you can easily dodge his questions.

It wasn’t long until the three of you reached Adrian’s car and drove off to headquarters. On the way, Chris tried to call Harcourt, but Adrian threw his phone out of the car. Angrily, Chris takes Adrian’s phone instead, telling Harcourt the situation.

When the three of you arrive, Adrian lets you know that he has to go home. You let him know that it’s fine and make your way inside the headquarters with Chris. When you get there Harcourt and Adebayo are the only two left.

“Well, that sucked.” You sighed, slugging into an empty chair.

“Agreed.” Chris replied.

“I’m glad to see you two back here alive at least.” Harcourt didn’t look up from her computer.

“Yeah, speaking of glad, I’ve been meaning to thank you, Chris.” You look at Chris with a smile.

Adebayo and Harcourt share a look before Chris responds.

“What would you thank me for?”

“Saving Rick Flag. I doubt you know this, but he adopted me at a young age and it means a lot to me that you would try to save him as you did. When Waller told me what you did I was blown away by your bravery, especially to go up against someone like Bloodsport. Even though you weren’t able to save Rick, I still appreciate you trying.”

For the first time in Chris’ life, he was truly speechless. Waller had lied to you, and he didn’t want to deny it. Looking over at Adebayo and Harcourt, it was clear they had already known about this.

“You’re welcome,” Chris said softly.

“Alright, well I'm going to take a page out of Adrian’s book and get some sleep.” You get up from your chair.

“Don’t take a page out of Adrian’s book ever, Y/N.” Harcourt replied.

“That’s probably good advice, too bad I don’t take advice.” You smile, walking out of the old store.

Chris watches you leave, and places his head in his hands.

“What am I going to do?” He whispers to himself.

“Nothing. Just like I told everyone else, we can deal with Waller’s damage after we defeat this cow, not before. Whatever personal issues you have right now can wait, Chris. Especially if it’s personal issues with a teammate.” Harcourt replied to Chris’ rhetorical question.

“Don’t take it too hard, Chris. You didn’t come up with the lie, Waller did.” That was all Adebayo said before she left.

You didn’t know much about Chris’ father, but you did know he was a terrible man. Auggie Smith was known to most people as the racist vigilante named White Dragon. Chris had let the team know that his father was released from prison and now coming to end him. Vigilante and you were the first two to volunteer to help take down the man, but Chris just wanted to let him be.

Harcourt and Adebayo with the help of Murn let the team know the location of the cow. Before you were able to leave the old store you were stopped in your tracks by a news broadcast from the local police. It seemed that everyone in the police was now compromised by butterflies. Adebayo runs out of the room and Harcourt along with Murn go after her.

That leaves you, Adrian, Economos, and Chris to make their way to escape from the police. Chris decides to play some rock music to ‘get rid of his mood’ while the three of you ride the van. It’s not long into your trip when you feel shaking inside the van. You look over at Adrian, but he doesn’t even have the chance to look back when the van flips.

The four of you groan, getting up slowly while a hole seems to get burned into the side of the vehicle. You watch in shock as the white dragon stands in front of the hole charging up his gauntlet to hit Chris. Taking a deep breath, you lift your hand, barely able to change the blast's directory.

Adrian seems to get his surroundings figured out and grabs the gun beside him. He begins to shoot Auggie enough to get him to back away from the van. You know this can only end horribly, so you steady yourself on your feet and connect your small mind link with Adrian for the first time.

‘Adrian’ You speak into his mind.

Adrian seems to look around for a split second before focusing back on Auggie.

‘There it is’ You hear from Adrian’s thoughts.

Looking over you see the large black object and before you can stop him, Adrian is hurling the object in between him and Auggie.

“No!” You yell out.

Time seems to slow down as your powers begin to grow. This always happens when you are emotional. Finally, you can use your powers positively this time.

Directing your telekinesis towards the blast, you can redirect most of the impact onto Auggie rather than Adrian. Of course, you knew his suit would be busted, but that wasn’t your worry right now. Your main focus was keeping him alive.

‘Tree’ was all you could hear from Adrian’s thoughts.

Without waiting for the smoke to clear you head towards where Adrian was. Looking near the woods you found Adrian behind a tall tree.

“Good thinking, Adrian.” You bend down to check Adrian’s injuries.

“You were in my head.” Adrian winced while moving to straighten himself.

“Hey, watch it, I don’t want you to hurt yourself more.” You help Adrian.

“How did you do that? You saved me right?”

“Yes. And I need you to keep that little…magic trick between the two of us.” You take Adrian’s mask off slowly to look directly in his eyes.

“Shit! Don’t do that, anyone could see me.” Adrian frantically tries to grab his mask from you.

“Calm down. We are hidden for right now. But I need you to promise me before we get into the car over there.” You nod your head towards the red car.

“Okay, I have calmed down.” Adrian looks you directly in the eyes. “I promise.”

“Good, now let’s get going.” You grab hold of Adrian’s hand.

‘Holy fuck, they’re holding my hand’ Adrian’s thoughts flood your brain making you chuckle.

It wasn’t long after you two found the car that Chris, Economos, and Eagly were able to find you. Adrian thought he was doing Chris a favor by carrying his helmets with us. But as it turns out, Chris’ dad was using them to track him all along. When Chris stopped the car Adrian ran to go piss while Economos and you tried your best to get Eagly to comply.

However, it wasn’t long until you and Economos saw a group of people dressed in white hats making their way toward you. You two took off into the woods, Economos running away, and you going to get Adrian. When you two found Adrian he was currently mid-piss with his pants down.

‘Nice ass’ You comment to Adrian via mind link causing a light blush to cover his cheeks.

“Shut up?” He mumbled.

“I didn’t do anything?” Economos exclaimed, getting up from the ground.

All three of you made your way back to the car and Adrian made quick work of Auggie by decommissioning his suit. Chris then proceeded to beat his father to a pulp before shooting him in the head. The four of you were silent for a long moment after that. Chris softly cried, mourning his father, who he loved.

The four of you then turned your attention to Eagly who was severely injured by the white supremacist group. You kept him in your lap on the ride to the local vet. Harcourt and Adebayo were going to meet you there. You all had a moment of silence in the car after they told you that Murn had passed away.

It didn’t take you long to figure out he was a butterfly when you couldn’t connect with his mind. But, it still hurt to lose someone who was clearly on your side. Someone who cared and loved you all as a team of misfits.

Pulling up to the vet, you four got out and promptly tied up the local vets after they fixed Eagly. You felt bad, but you also understood why you had to. Adrian was currently contemplating whether to kill them or not when Harcourt and Adebayo showed up.

After sorting out the whole situation, you were able to grab Adrian’s hand and drag him off to a free room. It turns out the room had a few kittens in it and you played with one while Adrian stood rigid.

“Are you okay?” You look up at Adrian as you pet one of the cats.

“Yea, I just don’t get why we are in a room alone together?” Adrian asked.

“Well, I am nighty percent sure we are going to die going after that cow, so why not have our date before we do.” You smile.

“Oh…oh!” Adrian’s face heats up when he remembers that he asked you out. “What do you want to do during this date here? I suggest we play…twenty questions!”

“What are we in kindergarten?” You tease Adrian.

“Whatever. Now, what is your favorite color?” Adrian drops to the floor.

And just like that, the two of you played a full game of twenty questions. As time went on the two of you got closer and the kittens began to cuddle in both of your laps.

“That's a good answer! Now my turn, have you kissed someone?” You place your head onto your hand.

“Uhh, Y/N, I’ve done a lot more than kiss someone. One time I and Chris had this chick over and we-”

“Okay! Forget I asked that.” You say with a red face.

“Have you ever kissed someone?” Adrian cocked his head.

You refuse to meet his gaze, suddenly finding the floor more interesting. Adrian brings his hand up to your chin and raises your head.

“It’s okay that you haven’t.” Adrian reassures you.

“I think…if it’s okay with you, I would love to be your first.” Adrian whispers the last part against your mouth before closing the gap.

As your lips met you could feel the mind link connect even further. Your lips molded perfectly as your hand moved up to bring Adrian’s face impossibly closer. You only pulled away when you felt a small spark go off in your mind.

“What was that?” Adrian asked, out of breath.

“I don’t know.” You giggle, still drunk off the kiss.

“Okay, so, we each only have one question left.” Adrian reminds you. “You can go first.”

“Alright, how was the kiss?” You ask genuinely.

“Angel, it was the best thing I’ve ever experienced.” Adrian smiles brightly when he calls you Angel.

“That’s good to know.” You smile shyly. “Your turn.”

“Alright. So, what are your powers?” Adrian’s eyes brighten.

Time didn’t seem to pass as you spoke to Adrian about your powers. The only part that you kept out was your mind link with him. It was something that could wait until you weren’t in imminent danger.

It wasn’t long before Harcourt burst into the back room and ruined whatever moment you had shared with Adrian. She explained to the two of you quickly that you needed to come back out and help the team. With a small smile, Adrian helped you up and led you out of the room. When you regrouped with the team, the seven of you, Eagly included, decided that Harcourt should be the new leader.

It was a decision that most of you didn’t have a second thought about. She was the smartest of you and it was clear that she was the most mentally stable as well. With a smile, she kept the group morale up with a simple statement.

“Let’s go kill a fucking cow.”

–

All seven of you make your way towards the cow’s location. Harcourt had let you all know the plan and you looked over at Adrian with a reassuring smile before jumping out of the vet’s van. Opening up your equipment case, you took out two large knives. They were only used during special missions, you had gotten them from Rick on your 18th birthday.

You also made sure to grab a pistol, placing it in your holster in your new suit. The suit was gifted to you by Waller. It was quite similar to Bloodsports, but the color scheme was a plum purple, and black. You were nervous for every mission you went on, but this one was far more important than any other than you’ve been on.

After the team loses one of Chris’ helmets by giving it to Eagly, everyone was more irritated than usual. You were just thankful no one was dead yet, and you hadn’t even gotten to the underground base.

Economos was sent into the herd of butterflies instead with Chris’ helmet. While he was making his way inside you, Harcourt, Adrian, and Chris began to shoot down butterflies. Only, there were far more butterflies than expected, and you four were soon outnumbered.

“Chris!” You called out. “Just go! We got this!”

You were lying, but you needed Chris to go and blow up the cow. The man nodded and made his way underground. Who knew Peacemaker would be humanity's last hope.

Watching as Harcourt and Adrian were struggling to defeat the butterflies you knew it was time to use your powers. You could explain them later if everyone survived that is. Without hesitation, you took a breath before you felt power course through your veins.

This time was unlike any other. The power felt stronger, you felt like you had the amount of power of two people. You supposed it was the adrenaline cruising through your veins. Glancing over at Harcourt, you began to snap necks left and right with your telekinesis.

Looking into one of the butterfly's eyes you were able to use telepathy to make him turn against the others. He was now shooting the butterflies with the three of you. Looking over at Adrian you were about to stop one of the butterflies behind him when you felt a pang in your shoulder.

You fell before you were able to even recognize that you were shot. Looking over to your side you were able to stop one bullet from reaching Harcourt before you began to feel tired. You had to keep going though. You had to save Adrian. You had to save Harcourt. You had to…sleep.

–

Brightness was the first thing you saw when you woke up. Blinking a few times you were able to recognize the brightness of the lights above you. It took you some time to realize that you weren’t on a battlefield anymore. You had either been successful or you were taken captive by the butterflies.

“You’re awake.” You heard Chris’ voice beside you.

Looking over you saw Chris and Adebayo beside your…bed? You looked down at your hands and saw the IV sticking out.

“Did we win?” Your throat hurts when you speak.

“Yeah, we won kid.” Chris smiles.

“No thanks to the Justice League.” Adebayo rolls her eyes.

“What?”

“Nothing. The important thing is that we won, and you are alright. I found you, Adrian, and Harcourt down for the count. I was worried when you weren’t responding, but I was nothing compared to Adrian. I thought the guy was going to have a stroke.” Adebayo laughs.

“He was shot just like you but forced everyone else to back off while he carried you to the van. You can say a lot of things about Adrian, but that boy is passionate when it comes to the things he loves.” Chris explains while a smile.

“Speaking of, I’m going to go check on him. I have a press conference in two hours. I’m telling them everything.”

“Wait, what about Harcourt?” You sit up slightly, ignoring the pain in your shoulder.

The two share a glance before looking back at you.

“She’s hurt real bad Y/N. She’s stable, but we don’t know if she’ll be able to walk again.” Chris said softly.

“Oh god. Oh my fucking god.” You just about weep right there on your hospital bed.

“It’ll be alright, I promise,” Chris reassured you as Adebayo left the room.

–

It had been a few hours since Adebayo left and you’d finally been discharged from the hospital. You went to find Adrian, but it turns out he had gone missing from his hospital. That was unsurprising to you because you knew he couldn’t let anyone see his face for too long.

Chris was currently driving you to your hotel to grab your stuff before you left Evergreen. Rock music played softly as you looked out of the car window to the city passing by. Chris glanced over at you and took a deep breath. He had to tell you the truth sooner or later, and it seemed like sooner was best.

“Y/N, can I tell you something?” You looked over at Chris.

“Sure, you can tell me anything.”

“You are probably going to hate me after this, but I need to tell you the truth.”

“Chris, what are you talking about?”

“Just…let me finish, okay? Waller–she lied to you. She lied to you about everything. Robert Dubois didn’t kill Rick, and I never saved him.”

“What the fuck? Who killed him then?” You were beyond confused.

Chris remained silent, and you knew that was enough of a confession on its own. You looked at him while tears began to fall down your face. Chris had lied to you this whole time. Harcourt lied to you this whole time, and so did Adebayo, Economos…, and Adrian. Fuck, you were stupid to ever trust anyone.

Before Chris could stop you, the door to the passenger side of the car was unlocked and you were jumping out. You ignored the gnawing pain in your arm as you tumbled to the ground from the car. Chris didn’t stop the car when you did that, he just drove away like you knew he would. What a pussy.

You had been missing for a week. For a week everyone tried everything they could to track you down, but they weren’t able to do it. You left everything behind, at the hotel. There was only one way you could be found. And it was currently in the palm of Adrian’s hand.

You had left a sticky note inside Adrian’s car before you left town. It was parked outside of Fennel Fields and you quickly slipped it on his dash before leaving. The note simply had your current address on it and a smiley face that was hastily drawn on.

Adrian took a deep breath as he looked over the small house. It was cute, far cuter than he would have expected for you. That didn’t matter to Adrian at the moment though. He had traveled to Louisiana to see you, and he wasn’t going to question his decisions just yet.

Walking up to the door Adrian knocked softly, once, twice, three times before you opened the door.

“Hi Angel, I saw your note.” You smiled at him.

“Come inside, Adrian.”

Right before Adrian set foot in your house, he glanced to the side. Right on your porch was a small flag that read Justice on it. How ironic.

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levishitts · 2 years

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Fair - Adrian Chase x M! Reader

Tw/Waring: NSFW/Smut/Hot or whatever, uhuu, sex.

Helping hand, we might say, and blowjob.

PWP/Short shit.

H/n: Hero Name.

M/n: Male Name.

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In the middle of the night, in the ridiculously expensive white houses, H/n and Vigilante were as silent as they could when they arrived so as not to wake anyone in the neighborhood. The recent mission had been a temporary victory, they needed to relax. But halfway through it's obvious that Chris insisted on a few beers as a celebration. A little drinking and some teasing was consumed to the extreme, and he knew what to do to challenge Adrian more and more 'guess what baby, you look perfectly hot in that suit'. Okay, it wasn't that much, but alcohol helps to distract you a lot when in a small amount. They rushed to plop down on the spacious couch in the middle of Adrian's messy living room, not caring who saw them enter.

"Get out of my space, please" Adrian muttered trying to get M/n out of the sedentary comfort of the moment. Weak to bear this annoyance, he only complained.

"Or what?" M/n said smiling, not opening his eyes, just supporting his arms behind his head.

There was silence, then a rasping noise, the clear sound of the door being locked and a light pressure on his body "Hey, what are you…?" two thin fingers stopped him, covering his mouth and making him open his eyes.

"Nothing to harm you..." He kissed his neck down to his collarbone, Adrian lifted his cold hands from his lover's belt almost touching his acclaimed one. So much time wasted and it would all pay off now, M/n leaned his head back and let herself be carried away by the pleasant, comforting touch.

"Stop me if you don't want anything else" he brought his hands to M/n's belt, opening it carefully. Smiling while watching his boyfriend have no reaction to the new level of touch.

It was curious at first, encouraging you might say, because as soon as Adrian touched him on the reddish surface he felt a sweet pre-cum already coming out of his boyfriend.

"Oh, is this for me?" He brought the two fingers that were caressing him to his mouth, licking them.

He went down then, dragging his tongue in a line from bottom to top and then placing it in his mouth, sudden movements receiving thrusts at M/n's waist, one hand taking care of the rest of the length and the other pulling it further and further close. M/n grabbed Adrian's curly hair to pull it down, which happened without even receiving the slightest complaint.

Time passed and when M/n felt close to the end Adrian got up and took his breath.

"What?" he asked wiping the corner of his mouth and getting a groan of displeasure with that "want to finish, right honey? Well, do it yourself"

"Dude?! That's not fair!" M/n complained pulling a nasty look.

"Oh, I'm so sorry honey" Adrian kissed him on the forehead and then a quick last lick of his length "but it is."

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lovearne · 2 years

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Vigilante or chase?

All of my fics and my whole page is 18+ only, if you are a child leave. I deserve a safe space to express myself, all blogs under 18 or no age will be blocked. Let me enjoy my experience safely on the internet, thank you.

This is very self-indulgent, but I hope you enjoy if you give it a read <3

Word count: 600+

Warnings: not beta read, orgasm denial, ruined orgasm, oral sex (afab!reader reciving) exactly one (1) good girl, restraints used, Dom Adrian, hard Dom Adrian, sub reader, praise, degradation, aftercare, vaginal fingering

"Hold it." Adrian's voice was strong and demanding.

"I can-" you take a deep breath, your chest collapsing in on itself. "I can't, please!" You plead with him. But he just smiles.

"Oh, you wanna be bad and cum? Is that what you want, baby?" You shake your head no. "Good, so hold it." You grunt at his request, bucking your hips against his hand.

"Please?" You drag out the 'e' concentration slipping out of your mind, only focusing on how good he's making you feel.

"Hmm," he hums in thought, his thumb circling your clit faster as his fingers piston in and out of your cunt. "How about no?" You pull at your restraints, trying to get out of them. But Adrian had tied them too well, no wiggle room, loose enough to be able to pull, but tight enough to not get through.

"FUCK!" You scream in frustration. "Please, please Adrian." You were pulling your hips back trying to get him to let up, but he moved his hand with every pull of your muscles.

"Stay still baby, just a little while longer, ok baby?" He was shushing you know, speaking in his relaxing yet still demanding voice. "Let me count to ten, and if you can make it, you can cum at 10, ok?" You nod your head your breathing still coming out labored, panting hotly against your bicep, as your head is turned into it, biting the skin on your arm.

"Oh, are you being bad baby?" His free hand reaches up to turn you to face him. "Look me in the eyes, let me see how good I'm making you feel." His eyes were completely blown with lust, yours were more than likely reflecting his. You look into his eyes, hoping yours shows the amount of love you have for him. You had said 'I love you' more than once to him, yet everytime still felt awkward to say to him, as he would just smile and look away.

He leans down to press a kiss to the column of your neck, licking the spot between your collar bones right after. You moan, arching your whole body against his. His fingers hitting that delicious spot inside you even better. Your already building orgasm getting stronger, pulling your stomach tighter the more you balanced on the edge. Apparently you had zoned out the first 5 counts that Adrian said, because when your hearing had cleared again, he was already on 6. Just 4 more to go.

He grins up at you moving to suck on your clit instead. Counting back from four with his free hand. You were bucking against his face, barreling into your orgasm, and just as he could feel you tipping over the edge, he pulls both his mouth and hand away from your cunt, watching as it clenched around nothing, relishing in your broken whines as he pulled away completely.

You grind your hips into the air, trying to get something, anything to help you through your orgasm, but were harshly disappointed as it faded. Adrian had just ruined your orgasm.

"Oh such a good girl, you are doing so well for me." Adrian coos, his after care coming in full force. Tears had been trailing down your cheeks. He rose his hand to wipe them away. "Oh baby, I'm so sorry, did I go too far?" He fuses over you and kisses the trails of your cheeks, you shake your head.

"No-" you take a breath, snuggling for air around your sobs. "Just wasn't expecting that babe." He plants kisses all over your face. Petting your hair and proceeding to run his hands over your sore and aching, still tied up arms.

"Are you done for right now baby?" He asks in a sweet voice. "Because I'll go grab a bottle of water and a towel to clean up. I'm sorry I pushed you baby." You shake your head.

"No, no, please, can you fuck me now?" Adrian laughs a little.

"Of course pretty baby, let me just grab you a glass of water, I kept you longer than I have before."

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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)

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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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sandy-the-glader · 3 months

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Hi!! If it’s okay, can I please request an Adrian Chase x soft and innocent!fem!reader where they are coworkers at Fennel Fields, him being a busboy, and she is a waitress. The two of them have feelings for each other, Adrian just trying to get the confidence to ask her out. A group of guys come in every week are super loud, rude, and also make Y/n (who is taking their order) very uncomfortable, and when Y/n turns down their advances, they say some very mean things and make her cry. Adrian is absolutely FUMING, literally having to hold himself back from going at them right then and there, instead following her to the kitchen try to calm her down (in his own Adrian way), promising to “take care of it” . She 100% thinks he means kicking them out, but the group of men get a “visit” from Vigilante… the group “disappears” without a trace “, never to bother Y/n again.

Adrian softly kissing a very relieved Y/n when the men don’t return to the restaurant, she doesn’t know about Adrian’s Vigilante side nor does she know the fate of the group of men, but Adrian takes it as a compliment nonetheless

The Protector

Character: Adrian Chase x InnocentFem!Reader

Type: Fluff/Comfort, Angst

Length: 2.7k words

Summary: Request above!

Trope: Best friends to lovers, Co-workers to lovers

A/N: I have not done anything for Adrian in a while and I love him so much aaaaaaa! I bent the request ever so slightly. Also, let me know if I should make a part two of this but it’s Adrian’s POV 😉

"God that group is back." I hissed. "How do they always manage to get seated in my section?" Me and Adrian eyed them from the kitchen.

"I don't know but they never tip well either. I think all the tattoo ink got into their brains or something." Adrian glared at the noisy group. I smiled at his joke. He always lightened the mood and I was forever thankful for that.

"God it's twenty minutes until closing why do they always come in here late?" I grumbled folding my arms.

The group was dreadful and I have no idea how they haven't gotten in any section but mine yet. They've been showing up the past 3 weeks on Saturday nights and past close. Me and Adrian had plans ruined because of those guys. I've been working here for 1 year and a half (Adrian for longer) and I've never had a worse group of customers.

Usually, the worst is an old lady who asks for the manager when the food isn't exactly to her liking. Or a group of teenage boys who don't buy anything they just sit there and be as loud as possible.

Sometimes me and Adrian went to see movies together on Fridays or had plans with friends and I loved it. That's what made me look forward to the end of the week but with this lousy group of 40-year-old biker guys trashing the tables and leaving sometimes a zero-dollar tip was starting to have the opposite effect on me.

"You know I can take the table for you. I know they're pretty shitty guys." He looked at me and I shook my head softly. His green eyes dazzling in the heat lamps made me almost take back rejecting the offer. When he looked at me the way he did it made my heart flutter. They were so careful and easy.

"You take over my shifts all the time Adrian. The least I can do is deal with one unpleasant table. I can do it." I looked back at him with determination. Besides he was only a busboy, not a waiter though I'm sure he could do the job just fine.

It was true though. Every time I was sick he took over no questions asked. Sometimes he even encouraged me to call out sick when all I had was a cough. He was my best friend after all but he always went above and beyond with the way he treated me.

Sure my other co-workers were nice like Taylor treated me nicely but never as nice as Adrian. From the get-go, he was kind to me always guiding me to where things were or making small talk with me to help get me though my shifts. He was never afraid to give me a hand in anything I needed.

He looked very unsure of my decision but he didn't protest as I left to deal with said table. Though I could still feel his eyes glued to my back. I pushed open the door and

I strode over there with a sudden burst of confidence. I could do it. Then when It's all over me and Adrian can go back to his apartment and watch movies all night like usual.

As soon as I reached the table that confidence slowly started to melt away.

They were a group of 5, all big-looking, and they were like I said a biker gang. Sometimes I hate my job.

"Hello I'm Y/n I'll be your server today can I get you any drinks to start with?" My hands trembled as they gripped the sides of my apron. Whistles filled the air as the men's eyes wandered across my body. Some even leaned over to get better looks at me.

"Looking good honey!" I laughed nervously trying to be as polite as I could to them.

I felt so incredibly uncomfortable. I felt my cheeks getting hot. I was even embarrassed to be close to them. I cleared my throat trying to get them to reply to the simple task at hand.

"Waters for all of us." What I was sure the group leader spoke out. "Please, baby." He added. His group let out an array of deep chuckles. I felt sweat start to appear on my skin. I smiled and walked off in the back. As soon as my backs were to them my smile vanished off my face.

Oh god, it's barely been 5 minutes with them and I already want to leave. Once I got back there Adrian was still standing in the same spot looking at me with a pleading look.

"Don't look at me with those eyes." Those pleading begging green eyes.

"You can still take my offer you know." He pressed his lips together. "Because you look like you need that help. It's not like a bad look or anything but you look kind of helpless. In a good way." Adrian rambled. I've known him for so long I could decipher any message he gave me.

"It's fine I can handle it," I said firmly. I wasn't going to let them get the better of me. Just seeing and having Adrian here made it better.

He was a complete nerd and I loved having someone like that. I loved hearing him talk about DND and all of his hobbies. Then I got to start doing it out of work too.

We even set up a DND campaign at one point. It was a little confusing at first but playing with him made me understand. The memories of us together made me way more relaxed.

I poured those glasses of water and put them all onto a tray and held it with one hand. I pushed the door open almost spilling them in the process and walked back to the table.

"There she is!" One of them shouted. I placed all of the glasses on the table without a word trying to keep my cool.

I watched some make extremely disgusting gestures. Just 20 more minutes and you can go home. Just 20 more long excruciating minutes.

"She's a beauty isn't she fellas?" The main one asked. I swallowed thickly not excited for their replies. I did not have the energy for this today.

"Oh definitely would talk her home. You single honey?" One of them eyed me.

"Uhm yes, I am I'm just not looking for anything like that right now." I lied trying to get him to understand the message.

"Nah she's lying they're always in the market." My feet wouldn't move. I felt scared. Uncomfortable. Where's Adrian? I shouldn't have taken this table. "Come give me a chance honey!" He begged. Can't this guy take a hint?

"No, thank you I'm sorry." I tried to stay as polite as possible. "What would you guys like to-" I was instantly cut off.

"It's not like her makeup hides much." They laughed. I felt ashamed to be here.

"And she could smile more. Where's our cute smile sweetie?" I couldn't smile to save my life. I would not give them what they wanted. My lips trembled.

"Nah her smile would be ugly too we can't ask for something she doesn't have." The table erupted in laughter.

"Look at her she's a doll. She could get any guy she wanted."

“Maybe she’s a slut. No wonder she's not in the market she just sleeps around!” Barked another.

I looked up to see Adrian cleaning some dishes from a couple tables in front of them.

He was looking at me because he had clearly heard that nasty remark. His eyebrows were furrowed and he looked red with anger. He was seething and I could see his hand gripping the rag he was holding tightly.

Then the dam in my eyes broke. Tears started to brim my eyes and I stormed back into the kitchen quickly. As I left I heard them start to laugh louder. I shoved open the outside door and sat on the picnic bench we had out there.

I leaned my head in my hands and let the tears spill over my cheeks. I couldn't think about anything other than their words and how humiliated I felt. I felt like screaming at them but I just couldn't. That wasn't how I was.

Who did they think they were? Coming into our restaurant and treating me like shit for what reason? Do they have nothing better to do with their life?

I heard the door swing open and I tried to cover up my sniffling but it was no use. It slammed shut and I heard quick footsteps trot over to the bench. I already knew it was Adrian so I let him sit next to me. As soon as he put his arm around me it all came rushing back out.

"Hey hey, I'm right here." He whispered softly, I wrapped my arms around his back and in that moment he was all that mattered. I just wanted to have Adrian by my side. He awkwardly patted my back.

"Thank you." I wiped my cheeks which now had mascara smeared down them. "I'm a mess," I complained to him. He didn't say anything he just kept holding me. I knew he could struggle with comforting and with words in general sometimes. "You don't have to stay here you know. I'm already in trouble for abandoning my table i don't need you getting into it too." I frowned.

"Oh no, I'm staying." I snuggled myself into his side. "They don't deserve you. They're dicks who don't know how to treat women and that feels like a crime. They had no right to insult you like that." I nodded trying to listen to his words but I still felt shitty. "And that's like so not cool." He said and finally, a small smile spread across my face. He let out a built-up sigh of relief that I was starting to feel a bit better.

"I know. It still hurts though."

"No matter what those guys say they're so wrong." I looked up at him and he was already glancing at me. "You look so beautiful without makeup. I'm not saying you look bad with makeup on I mean like the complete opposite." I started to grin at his ranting.

"Thank you A. It means a lot." He enjoyed the small nickname. He continued to rub small circles into my back relaxing me.

"But those guys will never bother you again." He said still heated by the situation. "I'll make sure of it and because I really like you okay?" He confessed. "And seeing you hurt like that hurt me." he stared at the ground.

The confession threw me off. I always stressed about him liking me but hearing those words fall from his lips felt bewitching. I pulled away from him and looked at him eye to eye.

"Oh fuck I mean!" His cheeks grew pink. "Like I like having you as a friend not like in like I've been crushing on you since I've laid eyes on you and have been dreaming about you or anything because that would be like..." I leaned closer to him and brushed my thumb against his cheek. His face was warm and soft beneath my hand. "crazy." He whispered finishing his sentence.

"Don't lie to me right now Chase." I frowned. He sighed as he realized he'd been caught.

"Okay yeah, maybe I really like you." His eyes never once left me. "And maybe I have been dreaming about you since I first saw you."

"You better not be joking with me right now. Or I will continue to cry ."

"Okay um do not cry again please I already handled the first time poorly. But I am certainly not kidding." I moved my hand from his cheek to his hand which was much larger than mine.

"You better not be because I like you too." He blinked a few times trying to determine if I was the one joking around this time. He moved a stray piece of hair out of my face and tucked it neatly behind my ear. His eyes flickered down towards my lips and back up to my eyes. Was he really about to kiss me right now?

He swiftly closed the gap between us and captured my lips in a phenomenal kiss. Maybe he wasn't all nerdy after all because damn he knew how to kiss. Sure I have barely kissed anyone my whole life but he made it feel so right. He slowly pulled back to look at my face.

"Was that okay? If it wasn't I can totally like stop. I don't mind at all." I squeezed his hand and hugged him.

"It was perfect. Thank you." For having such a shitty night he made me realize the better. Like how the stars seemed to shine just a bit brighter than before and the moon was glowing just a little more than it just had. All because of Adrian

"How about I go deal with them and I also go grab our stuff since it's about time we clock out we have a fun relaxing night tonight?" He proposed.

"I would love nothing more."

"Good. Now you wait here!"

Once I got inside his apartment I immediately collapsed and melted into his couch with a loud dramatic sigh. He had probably the most comfortable apartment imaginable.

"Oh shit." I heard him hiss.

"What's wrong?"

"I was supposed to drop by the store after our shift to grab some things from the store..." He trailed off looking sheepish.

"Go ahead, Adrian. I know it will be all you talk about if you don't." He nodded before muttering a quick 'thank you' and leaving.

I had a really long day in general so as much as I wanted to I did not feel like waiting up for him. I left my work bag on the couch and wandered to his room.

His bookshelf overflowed with books and tabletop games, His bed was slightly messy from the morning, and it felt like him. I dug through his dresser to find this shirt that had a cool-looking dragon and a D20 on it. I took off my apron and work shirt and threw it on. I really hope he doesn't mind.

I threw my shoes somewhere on his floor and crumbled onto his bed. God his blankets were so soft.

It had been an hour before Adrian finally made his way home. He took off his mask and suit and tucked it away in the hall closet once he got home. He'd deal with all the blood later.

He walked through the hall and pushed open the door to see his best friend asleep on his bed in his shirt. He couldn't be happier to come home to this. She finally looked at ease snuggled beneath his covers.

Adrian scooted himself into his bed and joined her. He placed a small gentle kiss on her forehead and spooned her.

"They won't hurt you again." He whispered before allowing himself to drift off to sleep with her in his arms.

I waited afraid week after week to see that group come back but they never did. Nor the week after that or the next. I soon started to get curious about what Adrian meant when he said he'd "deal with them." Did he get the manager involved? Did he really have that strong effect on them? Maybe he even beat them up. He's too soft for that right?

Anyway, I was just happy to be with the one I've crushed on for so long. It felt good. Better than anything has ever been.

Tonight we were staying in on the couch while we waited for the popcorn to finish in the microwave of his apartment. The smell drifted through the room making me even more hungry than I was before.

"I'm glad they're gone." I looked up at him. His glasses glowed from the light of his phone.

"Me too. I hate seeing you upset." I leaned on his shoulder and my eyes wandered quickly over to his phone. Just a quick peek it wouldn't mean anything. He was texting Chris who according to him was his guy best friend. I had met him a few times for drinks after work and he was a pretty alright guy. I scanned the words and...

I finally got to use the chainsaw on those guys :)

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vlkyriesgf · 2 years

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gen asking for maybe a small fic or hcs about vigilante/adrian meeting someone with wings and he falls for them HEHE

vigilante/adrian chase + winged partner headcanons

a/n: i had too much fun with these headcanons and i missed writing for a freddie character so ofc this comeback starts with everyone’s favorite vigilante! everyone say ty to ky!!

warnings: mention of injury clean up but nothing major!

• when adrian- or vigilante meets you for the first time, he’s starstruck

• he obviously has never met anyone with wings besides eagly so he has tons of questions

• of course he’s skeptical of you at first though, he doesn’t want to get his hopes up so he thinks they’re fake, man-made.

• mission after mission he sees you in action and thinks you’re totally awesome

• by the time his identity is revealed, his first questions to you were “are they heavy? are they even real?”

• “uhm yeah they’re real alright” you tell him, expanding them a bit for show “they’re pretty light actually”

• if they’re veined/bug like wings, he’d most likely want to know if they have any tint in the light or he wave his hand between them to see how transparent they are

• if they’re feathered wings he would definitely want to know how soft they are, you tell him they are to avoid that from happening

• adrian always tries to touch them it does not matter if they’re feathered or not. it’s his top priority to do so

• every time you see each other he has a different plan to at least graze his fingers on them

• he fails every. single. time and it’s hilarious to you

• one day he asks you if you can take him in the air with you for the mission and oh man is he pumped for the rest of the time

• because of that, adrian would absolutely rather have you take him places by air than use his “vigilante-mobile”

• be prepared to hear him loudly sing “come fly with me” while you’re up there

• that song is literally the only thing that comes to his head when he thinks of you

• nah wait he’s thinking of you. he practically dedicated a song to u dude

• ok fine he likes-likes you but that’s not something he needs for his crime fighting life

• but he did end up cutting big enough holes in your jacket to put your wings through so they aren’t tucked in there

• post white dragon fight he was a bloodied mess

• you fix him up at the vet and he’s just in awe that someone as amazing as you is making time for him

• as soon as your wings shield around him in that moment he’s practically jelly

• that sort of became a comfort thing for him honestly

• in all, he thinks you’re much cooler than him and he perfectly okay that

• he didn’t find himself falling for someone with wings but with or without you’re still going to be in his head

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training4theapocalypse · 9 months

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Never Been Kissed (Adrian Chase x fem!reader)

Rating: Explicit - 18+ only

Word Count: 7.3k

Warnings: SMUT, Second chance romance, Canon typical descriptions of murder and violence, Oral (fem receiving), P in V, Safe sex (male condom), Multiple orgasms

Summary: 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. (Based on this ask by anon)

A/N: This took a hot minute. The M&Ms were originally cigarettes but these days I'm a healthy queen free of nicotine -purr.

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The dim fire exit sign outside the back of the abandoned video store flickers as you suck a peanut M&M between your tongue and the roof of your mouth anxiously. You hope your contact hurries the fuck up - if he makes you wait any longer you’ll finish an entire party bag from nervousness.

It was stupid, really, even reckless, to meet a stranger from the dark web. But when some guy called TechConomos_11 had responded to you in a chat room where you were discussing the intel you had on some sinister goings-on in Evergreen, you knew you had to meet him and his team.

Because you’ll be damned if anyone catches the escaped gorilla before you.

There’s a clink of a padlock and chain falling to the floor, the sound of a heavy emergency exit bar being pushed down and when the door opens you’re face to face with a large, bearded man wearing glasses.

“Are you the PI?”

If you had to draw a sketch of what you thought a guy you met on the dark web would look like, he would be it. Not a neckbeard, exactly, just someone with the distinct aura of having too much time spent in front of a screen.

You nod. “TechConomos?”

“Call me John. Come inside - the team’s all here.”

You shove the half-empty pack of M&Ms into your bag and he leads you through to the back office.

“This is Murn, Harcourt and Adebayo.” He gestures to his three associates sitting in the office who each acknowledge you in turn. “And these guys-”

“Fuck it! Fuck, fuck fuck!”

The yelling draws your attention to the window separating the office from the rest of the video store and it’s like a knife in your gut when you see him.

Vigilante.

“Ugh, fuck! It hurts to walk!” Vigilante whines as he limps around. He turns to pace some more but stops in his tracks in alarm when he sees you. He immediately dives to the floor, launching himself behind a desk in a futile attempt to hide.

Vigilante is the last person you expected to - or wanted to - see here. It’s not his usual MO - normally he’d be out hunting thugs and drug dealers. What was he doing caught up in this operation with some tech guy and a team who you suspected were either current or former soldiers?

There’s a roaring laugh and your eyes find Peacemaker, doubled over in his chair, laughing like an idiot at Vigilante sprawled on the ground.

That explains Vigilante’s involvement. Looks like his idol, Peacemaker, is finally out of prison and the first thing he does is rope Vigilante into whatever this is. The whole thing stinks. Why is there an entire team with two capes looking for an escaped zoo animal? Any why did one of those capes have to be Vigilante?

You close your eyes and groan. “You didn’t tell me you were working with them.”

“You know each other?” asks Harcourt.

“Just Vigilante.” You sigh and follow them into the video store.

“Hey, asshole,” you say, peering over the desk Vigilante is hidden behind. He looks up at you and props his masked head up on his arm casually as if you didn’t just see him throw himself there a second ago.

“Oh, hey!” he says, feigning pleasant surprise.

“Why are you on the floor?”

“I hurt my pinky toe.”

“Yeah? Which one?” You walk around the desk and stand at his feet to get a better look.

“Nononono! Wait!”

You clock the way his visor-covered eyes dart down to his right foot in panic.

“Woah, did you think I was gonna kick you or something?” Sure, you have beef but you’re kind of offended he’d think that you’d harm him on purpose.

“No…” he mumbles sheepishly.

“Asshole.” You roll your eyes and sit on the hard wooden surface, turning away from him to face the team.

“Who the fuck is this?” Peacemaker asks Murn before looking between you and Vigilante. “Do you two know each other or something?”

You don’t deign to reply.

There’s a squeak of a chair being dragged on linoleum as Vigilante pulls himself up onto a seat next to Peacemaker with a wince.

“Economos says you want to join the team,” says Murn.

“That’s right.”

“Why?”

“I know everything that goes on in Evergreen.”

“And?”

“I have information and skills that I want money for. Obviously.”

“How much?”

You were talking about splitting the reward for the gorilla but Murn’s expectant look makes it clear this is a contract. What’s that saying again? A contract in the hand is worth a gorilla in the bush? … Something like that.

“Well, what are you paying him?” You cast your eyes at Vigilante who shrugs. Unbelievable. “They’re not paying you? Idiot.”

Murn and Harcourt glance at each other awkwardly. “This is strictly off the books,” says Murn.

“So you were just going to take advantage of him? No way. I want my pay backdated for all the intell I’ve found for you. And his too for whatever it is he’s doing for you.”

“How do you guys know each other?” asks John, pulling up a chair behind his laptop.

You look at Vigilante warningly and answer before he can open his fat mouth. “I’ve sent some work his way once or twice. And compensated him fairly for it,” you add pointedly.

“Oh, they’ve definitely fucked,” laughs Peacemaker.

“Shouldn’t you be in Belle Reve?” You glare at him.

Peacemaker ignores the question. “Did he keep the mask on with you too?” He pouts faux-sympathetically.

This catches you off-guard. Not Vigilante and Peacemaker fucking - Vigilante is so obsessed with him that you guessed it was only a matter of time.

But he did keep his mask on.

Vigilante groans and leans forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees and staring determinedly at his injured foot.

“Ha! I knew it!”

“Enough!” Murn gives Peacemaker a severe look before turning his attention back to you. “John says you know the location of what we’re looking for.”

“I’m not telling you until you get me up to speed with what you’ve got so far. John wouldn’t tell me shit online. Call it a show of good faith.”

“And we’re supposed to just take your word that you actually have useful information?” asks Adebayo.

John opens his mouth to reply but Vigilante beats him to the punch.

“She knows,” says Vigilante, finally looking up. “She’s… she’s a good PI. If she says she knows, she knows.”

“Well, we can’t divulge state secrets just because Vigilante vouches for you. Tell us the ‘where’ and if it checks out - you’re in,” says Harcourt.

You look around at this unlikely group. If you want to catch the gorilla you need their help. You need their weapons. You need their money.

“It’s at the Glan Tai bottling plant. You heard of it?”

“Pulling it up now…” John types on his keyboard. “It makes sense, Murn. They’ve got the production, the distribution channels… This is probably it.”

Distribution channels? What’s the gorilla at Glan Tai got to do with distribution?

You keep your face neutral - if there’s one thing you’ve learned from this job, it’s when to sit back, shut up and listen.

You try to piece things together as Murn talks about ‘butterflies’ and their ‘food source’. Economos checks highway CCTV footage and confirms that your intel is correct. This is extremely lucky for you because you’re clearly talking about two entirely different things. You wonder if these ‘butterflies’ are some kind of parasite-induced sleeper agent. And maybe the food source is a drug to release them from their fugue state?

“...And the gorilla?” you ask eventually.

“What about the gorilla?” asks Harcourt.

“The gorilla is at Glan Tai.”

“There’s a Butterfly gorilla?” asks Vigilante excitedly. “That is so cool!”

“Is that even possible?” Harcourt asks Murn who nods.

You’ve seen some shit but a gorilla sleeper agent takes the fucking cake. They all seem totally unfazed so you pretend to be too.

“So, what’s our next move? When do we start killing these aliens?” asks Peacemaker.

Aliens.

You discreetly scan the others. Nobody else bats an eyelid at Peacemaker’s use of that word.

What the hell have you gotten yourself into?

“You two get some rest, come back tonight,” says Murn to Peacemaker and Vigilante. “And you - you’ve got evidence of what we’re doing here?” There’s no point in lying so you nod. “Bring it back here so we can destroy it. All of it.”

You, Peacemaker and Vigilante, leave the video store. You cross the street to get to your car but Vigilante calls your name. You turn around to see him hurriedly limping over while Peacemaker climbs into the Vigilantemobile.

“Hey, I’m glad you’re part of the team now.”

“I can’t return the sentiment.” You scowl at him. Peacemaker beeps the horn of Vigilante’s car. “You’d better hurry up - you don’t want to keep your boyfriend waiting.”

“We’re not in a relationship. You know I only wanted to be with-”

“Don’t you dare.”

“C’mon, can’t you at least tell me why you stopped answering my calls?”

“I already told you - I’m not going to wait around my entire life for a guy who won’t even show me his face. Or tell me his real name.”

“I can’t -”

“Save your excuses for someone who gives a shit.” Peacemaker blasts the horn again. “At least I know you keep the mask on when you fuck him too. It’s not like he’s seen your face.”

Vigilante’s visor-covered eyes avoid contact with yours. His hesitation is like a punch in the gut.

“He’s seen your face?” You don’t mean to whisper it. The words just spill from your lips like you’ve been winded.

“Not like that. That was just a meaningless threesome-”

“But he’s seen it?”

He nods.

You push him aside to throw your car door open and get in. “Fuck you, V.” You slam it shut and drive away, not even bothering to glance at him standing haplessly in your rearview mirror.

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Later that evening, you and John cross-check your intel. It’s becoming clear that this is way out of your fucking league. But if Vigilante can do it, you can too.

Right?

“You want some peanut M&Ms?”.

He accepts a handful gladly. “Why is so much of this about the fucking gorilla?” John asks with his mouth full, looking over your shoulder at your laptop screen.

The necessity of any quick thinking on your part is interrupted when you hear Murn’s voice ringing from the back office.

“You told Vigilante to kill Peacemaker's father?!”

You and John drop what you’re doing and peer tentatively around the door of the office where Murn is berating Adebayo.

“I didn't tell him to… I just kinda put the idea in his head,” she explains.

“That Peacemaker would be better off without his father?”

Oh no.

“Where’s Vigilante?” you ask suspiciously, joining Murn as he stands with his arms crossed. He looks furious.

“He’s in jail,” mumbles Adebayo. “I might have suggested that if someone were to go in and kill Peacemaker’s dad, all our problems would go away.”

You run your hands through your hair.

“How could you manipulate him like that?” Your combat boots squeak on the floor as you pace across it, catastrophising aloud. “In case you hadn’t noticed, Vigilante is very fucking easy to manipulate. And he has a record. What if he kills someone in prison and gets locked up for life? Or what if he gets himself killed trying?”

“Peacemaker’s gonna see right through this. He’ll know exactly what you tried to do,” says Murn to Adebyo sternly.

They’re fucking crazy.

“Who gives a shit about Peacemaker? Vigilante is locked in jail with the White Dragon!” You plead urgently. Vigilante is in real danger and all they care about is Peacemaker’s feelings.

“Economos, can you get Vigilante out of the system before he screws us worse than we're already screwed?”

John sighs. “I don’t even know this guy’s name.”

The four of them look at you.

You cross your arms. “I can’t tell you his name.”

“Guess he’s gonna die in prison then -”

“Last name Chase. First name Adrian.” You blurt out his secret that you’ve been holding deep in your chest. “But you can’t tell him I told you. He doesn’t know I know.”

You crowd around John’s laptop as he pulls up Adrian’s file.

“We shouldn’t be looking at this,” you say as you stare intently at his mugshot - the mugshot you’re so well acquainted with. You’d rather die than admit how many hours you’ve spent sitting at your desk late at night, looking at his police record on your laptop.

And suddenly, it’s like you’re back in bed with him, as he stares breathlessly at the ceiling and you lie there naked on top of his bare chest, looking into his masked face, picturing that very same mugshot underneath it.

“Guess again,” Vigilante says. You can tell even under the mask that he’s grinning, enjoying your questioning.

“Hmm… are you a doctor? You’ve stitched yourself up a lot.”

“You think I’m a doctor and live here?”

Vigilante watches as you make a show of pursing your lips thoughtfully. The warm afternoon sun streaks through the gaps in his blinds onto his bed. It makes it look like there’s a golden halo around your messy bed hair. He tucks a small strand behind your ear as you walk your index and middle fingers along his chest and down his shoulder.

“Maybe a fireman with these big strong arms?”

He likes you when you let your walls down like this. You’re almost downright playful when he’s satisfied you - a personality trait he still hasn’t extricated from you outside these four walls.

“Man, I am so good at this secret identity thing if I can keep it a secret from a PI.”

You laugh. “I guess so.”

He didn’t know that you had long known his real job. And his real name. Or that you’d trace your fingers over his face on your laptop screen as you tried to reconcile it with the masked killer who was content to let you into his bed but never his real life.

“Wasn’t he our busboy at Fennel Fields?” Adebayo’s question snaps you back to the present.

“Can you pull him out?” You ask John.

“It’s… done.” He says, with a final click of his keyboard. “Let’s just hope he hasn’t done anything stupid. Yet.”

Harcourt shrugs her leather jacket on. “I’ll pick him up.”

Great - first he reveals to Peacemaker who he is and now Harcourt who he’s known for a hot minute is about to see his face too.

You frown. “He’s gonna be really upset we know his identity.”

“You wanna come and soften the blow?”

“I’ll drive.”

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Harcourt sits in the passenger seat of your car outside of the Evergreen Police Department. You’ve been sitting here quietly in the dark, staring at the front doors for almost an hour.

“So what’s your deal with Vigilante?” She asks, finally breaking the silence.

“I told you - I threw some contract work his way. Used him as a bodyguard from time to time when I needed the extra muscle.”

“And then what? Why did you call him an asshole?”

“Because he can be an asshole.”

“That doesn’t sound right. A psychopath maybe. But an asshole? I don’t buy it.”

You keep your eyes focused on the police station door to hide your face. “He doesn’t mean to be an asshole.” You swallow with difficulty. “He just has a code. Lots of quirky little rules he has to follow that makes it difficult for someone ordinary like me to be - I mean, to work with him.”

“Like not revealing his secret identity.”

It’s not a question but you nod all the same.

“So this is your first time seeing him without his mask?”

“That he knows of.” Your forehead touches the cool glass window. It’s like if you stare hard enough at the door he’ll appear in one piece. “I had to do my background checks.”

The doors open and you see Adrian Chase in his cardigan and jeans walking out into the dark night, illuminated by the fluorescent streetlights.

He’s alive.

You roll down your window and he stops dead. He stares at you in shock with his lips parted slightly - unsure whether you recognise him or not.

Harcourt stretches across your seat and calls to Adrian. “We’re here to take you home. Get in.”

When he climbs into the back seat of your car you both turn in your seats. You breathe a sigh of relief seeing him up close - physically he’s unscathed.

“He’s still alive…” He says. “I’m Adrian.”

“Okay,” Harcourt says simply.

“I’m glad you’re not hurt,” you tell him.

He looks up at both of you sadly over his wire-rimmed glasses. “I think I might have made things worse.”

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After you drop Harcourt off at her motel, Adrian gets into the passenger seat. You let him give directions to his apartment, even though you already know where he lives.

“This is me,” he says when you pull up to his building and park in the spot you’ve parked in on countless occasions.

“I know.”

“Right. Yeah, you’ve been here.”

“A couple of times, yeah…”

His stupid code. You could know where he lives but never see his face. And now you can’t stop yourself from drinking him in - his slightly stubbly chin from his day spent in prison, the way his curly hair is all messed up. He groans heavily and leans his head back against the headrest. “I’m sorry,” he says quietly.

“The guys know how you ended up in jail - they don’t blame you.” He doesn’t say anything. You search his face as he stares gloomily ahead. “What happened in there, V?” you ask.

“I tried to provoke Peacemaker’s dad into a fight. It worked at first - the Aryans took the bait but his dad saw right through it. I think I’ve fucked up the whole mission.”

So Vigilante went into a viper pit unarmed and provoked a bunch of nazis into fighting him.

Deep down, you know it’s fucked up to be attracted to someone capable of such violence but if you’re honest with yourself, it’s what drew you to him in the first place. You knew about the headlines before you met him. And the idea of him taking on a dangerous prison gang really shouldn’t make your heart pound the way it is right now.

You take a deep, steadying breath. “You don’t have to be sorry about that.”

You’ve never touched his hair before but you want to stroke it and comfort him. Tell him that it wasn’t his fault and it’ll all be okay. But he interrupts your train of thought before you can reach your hand out.

“I meant I’m sorry about us.”

Why is your first instinct to tell him that it’s no big deal that he broke your heart? Stupidly, you want to protect him from it - from the hurt he caused you. Comfort him, put his feelings before your own just because you can tell that right now he needs it.

But it is a big deal.

As soon as you remind yourself he couldn’t trust you enough to let you in, it feels like your heart is shattering all over again, mourning what you could have had.

Trust.

“I told the team your name so they could bail you out,” you admit, desperate to get the fact that you betrayed him off your chest. “I was worried about you locked up in there.”

He turns his head to look at you properly for the first time all night. The streetlights are reflected in his dorky little glasses.

“You knew my name?” He doesn’t look betrayed - he just looks surprised. “How…?”

You lift your finger from the steering wheel to point at his apartment. “Anyone with your address could find out who you are. And your full name appears on my checking account when you cash the checks I write you.”

“So you know… everything?”

“Yup.”

His eyebrows knit together in a plea. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“I wanted you to tell me. I wanted you to want me to know.”

“Knowing my secret identity would put you at risk.”

“That bullshit and you know it, V. I don’t need you to protect me.”

“Yeah you do - that’s why you had me come with you on jobs.”

“I can handle myself.”

“Then why did you hire me?”

“I was curious about the man behind the headlines, I guess. Then I nearly went broke trying to spend time with you. Do you honestly think I wanted to give you a cut of my contracts for months? ”

He presses his palms into his eyes, pushing his glasses up out of the way and trying to make sense of it all.

“So those jobs were just you finding a reason to hang out?” He drags his hands down his face.

“Well, not at first. But then we started sleeping together after jobs and I wanted to keep doing that.”

“I would’ve wanted to be with you even without those jobs.”

“Oh yeah? You’d have taken me out on a date as Vigilante?” He opens his mouth to speak but closes it again - as if reconsidering whatever he was about to say. “After all that time you still didn’t trust me enough to take off your mask. The last time we saw each other I practically begged you to show me who you are. Then Peacemaker comes back in town and you - what? Just rip off your mask and spill the beans without a second thought?”

“I was being tortured by Goff-”

“The senator tortured you?”

“Well, the Butterfly who had taken over his body. But yeah. He - I mean she - ripped off my mask and tried to cut off my pinky toe. Peacemaker was just there.”

You feel sick thinking about him being tortured. Then you feel sick about feeling sick. It’s not just normal empathy. You want revenge. But you know you shouldn’t care this much. Not when you’ve been broken up for so long.

“Shit, V. That’s horrible.”

“Besides, if I was gonna show someone my face it would have been you. Not Peacemaker.” He looks at you sadly. “I wish you hadn’t left.”

“And I wish you had given me a reason to stay, V. I deserved someone who could trust me. And you… you deserved someone you could be yourself with. We couldn’t be that for each other.”

The hurt on your face is plain for him to see - there’s no point trying to hide it.

“I do trust you. It’s just…” He hesitates. “You’re the only person I know who thought I was cool.”

“Adrian… that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Adrian.

It’s the first time you’ve ever called him that and it makes Adrian’s heart leap. Like the two sides of him have finally met you. After all this time.

“It’s not. Everyone else who knows me as Adrian knows I’m a loser. And I thought if I told you I was a busboy with no friends, you’d think that too.”

“You have friends.”

“Yeah, right.”

“The guys in the video store? They were so worried about you in jail. They like you a lot.” He allows himself a small smile like he doesn’t really believe it. “And I…” You pause. How do you feel about Adrian? “I still think you’re cool.”

“You do?”

He looks at you like he can’t believe you’re actually saying the words he was afraid you’d never say.

“Of course I do. You’re still the masked Vigilante of Evergreen. And I’m just… ordinary.”

He scoffs in amazement. “You’re not ordinary - you’re like the smartest person I know. And you don’t need to hide behind a mask to do your job.

“I’m not that smart.”

“I mean, you found out more about the butterflies than the US government.”

You bite your lip, trying not to smile. “Can I tell you something? And you won’t tell the rest of the team?”

“You can tell me anything.”

“I didn’t know what butterflies were until today.” He looks extremely confused so you press on. “I met John in a dark web chatroom when I was researching the missing gorilla. And I thought you guys were looking for it too.”

He laughs. A merciless side-splitting laugh that doesn’t take your embarrassment into consideration at all. But it shows off his beautiful smile. And when you see it you can’t stop yourself from joining in too. It’s so ridiculous. You wanted to find the gorilla, and maybe get your PI business mentioned again in the local paper. Now you’ve been roped into saving the world with a black ops team and Vigilante.

You both try to regain your composure and stare at each other, catching your breath. He shakes his head, grinning.

Christ, look at him.

“I sometimes wondered if you wouldn’t remove your mask because you were just a bad kisser. I mean, I saw your mugshot so I already knew you were pretty.” You can’t help but tell him. You know the grainy photo on his record like the back of your hand but in person, he’s frankly gorgeous.

“Thanks, I know.”

You laugh again. “And modest.”

“You think I fund being Vigilante on a busboy salary? I get a lot of tips.”

“It all makes sense now. The only thing that doesn’t make sense is why you don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Because she didn’t want to wait around for an idiot who wouldn’t even kiss her.”

You stare at each other in the shadowy silence for a few moments.

“It’s late, we should both get some rest.”

“Wait, don’t go.” His hand touches your thigh and it feels like there’s an electric current buzzing between his hand and the fabric of your jeans. The atmosphere almost crackles, like lighting about to strike in the middle of a storm. It’s the first time he’s touched you since you walked out on him six months ago and never went back. “It’s super late, you should crash at mine.”

“If I come upstairs we both know what’s going to happen.”

He tilts his head and you watch dimples form as the corners of his mouth turn into a mischievous smile. “That’s kind of the idea.”

“A bad one. We need to work together.”

“When has fucking ever stopped us from completing a job?”

“It hasn’t. But when we stopped seeing each other… I was really cut up. I couldn’t concentrate on work for a while. It’s why I needed the reward for the gorilla so badly.”

“Then we just won’t stop this time.”

“Adrian… I’ve only just pulled myself together again. I’m not sure it’s the right thing to do.”

He removes his hand from your leg to unclip his seatbelt.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” Adrian gives you an apologetic look.

You stare at his lips. They’re just there. His whole face is out in the open. And now his lips, and the rest of him, are about to leave your car and you never know when you’ll see him unmasked again. He opens the car door.

“Wait -”

He turns back around in his seat.

“Let me find out if you’re a bad kisser. At least I can tell myself I’m not missing out on anything if you are.”

“You’re gonna be so mad…” He cups your face and brushes your cheekbone with his thumb. “I’m a really good kisser.”

You smile and his lips meet yours.

It’s nothing like you imagined.

When you had sex it always felt urgent, even dangerous, getting into bed with a masked cape who was wanted for murder. More often than not he fucked you from behind, tugged fistfuls of your hair and slapped your ass.

But his kisses… his kisses are soft and slow. And good.

You’re totally screwed.

He sucks your lip gently and then his tongue traces across yours. You urge yourself forward in the driver’s seat closer to him, bringing your hand up to cradle the nape of his neck and lace your hand in his soft hair.

Warmth spreads in your chest when he deepens the kiss. You secretly hoped he’d be like this when he was unmasked. Your hot and rough encounters were always fun but in your heart you always wanted him to want you like this. Deeply. Reverently.

You break apart and press your forehead against his with your eyes closed, feeling your heart hammering against your chest.

“What’s the verdict?” he asks.

You open your eyes to see his green ones searching yours from behind his glasses. He lets out a long, happy exhale when he hears your seatbelt unclick.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Adrian’s bedroom is neat, clean, with framed vintage comic books on his walls and illuminated by a lava lamp on his bedside table. Details you remember from previous visits but barely register this time as you both burst through his bedroom door while he kisses you. Refusing to take his hands from your body, he kicks the door shut behind him forgetting about his injured foot. He regrets it immediately.

“Fuck!” He pulls away and winces.

“Careful,” you soothe, shrugging your jacket off onto the floor and he lifts your shirt off. As soon as your skin is uncovered his mouth finds it. He drags his tongue across your collarbones and between your breasts, nudging the cup of your bra aside so he can find your nipple.

His warm mouth feels almost too good to be true as he sucks on the hard, pebbled skin and moves on to taste every inch of your exposed chest, his deft hands unhooking your bra and tossing it aside quickly.

The entire day could have been a crazy fever dream. You’ve gone from your heart sinking at the very sight of him to it fluttering like crazy as you lie back on his mattress so he can pull your jeans and underwear off.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he says, sinking to his knees between your legs at the edge of the bed.

Even though you’re completely naked on his bed while he’s still dressed, you somehow feel less on display than he is right now without his mask. It feels taboo watching his jaw muscles tighten as he works his mouth all over your inner thighs. There’s something so controlled about the way he meticulously kisses the sensitive skin at the crux of your thigh that makes your lip quiver.

You’ve spent enough time around his quick reflexes to know Vigilante is going to be skilled at eating you out but sometimes, especially in the depths of your despair during your breakup, there was a niggling inkling at the back of your mind that the mask might just be a convenient excuse not to.

You had suspected, or maybe even hoped, when you hooked up that he had come really, really close to rolling up the bottom half of his mask and tasting you. More than once, you had caught a fleeting glimpse of him at odds with himself, his eyes behind his visor staring at your pussy and his neck muscles contracting as he swallowed thickly, strengthening his resolve and deciding to protect his own identity instead.

But tonight - finally - his tongue slides between your folds and you let out a low whine when the furnace-hot heat of his mouth besets itself over your clit.

Adrian groans when he tastes your arousal flooding his mouth. His hands cup under your ass as he pulls himself closer. You dare yourself to run your hand through his hair again, your fingernails lightly scratching his scalp. It still feels like it shouldn’t be allowed but he doesn’t seem to mind at all as his lips suck on your swollen clit.

“Fuck, Adrian…” His real name still sounds foreign on your lips, like you have to make a conscious effort to say it.

Adrian looks up at you over his glasses, his pupils wide in the dim violet light of the lava-lamp-lit room. He takes in your glowing face and chest as you lie propped up on your elbows, enjoying the sight of him on the floor between your legs.

His fingers knead the soft, pillowy flesh of your ass like he doesn’t want to let you go anywhere ever again. And you don’t want to. Fuck the mission. Can’t you just stay here forever? In Adrian’s bedroom, panting while his tongue runs firm circles over your clit.

When you roll your hips in encouragement, he lets out a soft little moan sending vibrations over the bundle of nerves - it almost makes you dissolve right there and then.

“I can’t believe I let you… fuck - let you get away with not doing this before,” you whimper. “So - s’fucking good, V.”

“Adrian,” he says and the tiniest absence of friction when his tongue leaves your clit makes your fingers tighten in his hair, urging him to return to your aching pussy.

“Adrianadrianadrian,” you babble, scared that his lips will leave you again. No more V. No more Vigilante. Just Adrian. Here. Eating your pussy like it’s you who’d been depriving him of this for months on end. Pleasure rises deep in your core like the tide getting ready to crash against the cliff face.

Your brain becomes fuzzy as increasingly desperate noises escape your throat - something strangled between a whine and his name. You squirm against his tongue as he relentlessly continues, determined to draw from you the orgasm that you’ve been desperate for since he kissed you in the car and you realised his mouth would feel like heaven.

The pressure of his tongue against your soaking wet pussy makes you writhe in exhilaration. You barely notice his fingers digging harder into your skin as you arch your spine and throw your head back.

Your thigh muscles tense and relax, trembling on either side of his face. “Adrian, I’m gonna - gonna cum…”

Instead of responding, he sinks two fingers deep inside your cunt, giving you something to squeeze around as every muscle in your pelvis tightens. He curls his fingers slightly and it’s just enough to push you over the fucking edge.

The purplish glow of the room turns blinding white as waves, hot and wet, break over you and your body floods with ecstasy. Your whole lower body stiffens as your walls clench around his fingers and you grind your pussy against his mouth.

Fuck, you’ve been missing out. You haven’t been with anyone else the entire time you’ve been apart and it’s like your body has been crying for exactly this moment without you realising how much you needed it. Needed his mouth on you.

The room comes into focus again gradually as Adrian gives you a last few slow, gentle kisses before sliding his fingers out of your still-twitching centre.

You breathe heavily and look at him kneeling on the floor.

He looks stupidly pleased with himself, the corner of his wet, glistening mouth upturned in a self-congratulatory smile at the way he’s taken you apart piece by piece. You can’t help but giggle from endorphins buzzing through your body. It makes your abdomen hurt from all the tensing you were doing.

Adrian slaps the side of your ass and gets to his feet, undoing his belt buckle. “C’mon, bend over,” he grins.

You sit up, shake your head and smile. “Nuh-uh, I wanna see your pretty face when you cum.” He blinks a couple of times dazedly. “Did you forget about your mask for a second?”

Adrian clears his throat. “Uh...No?”

He so did.

“C’mere.” You hook your fingers through his belt loops and pull him closer. You kiss the light trail of hair covering his hard abdomen while your fingers work to undo his jeans and pull them down to release him from the confines of his boxers.

God, you missed it. He has a pretty face alright but his cock is fucking perfect.

Your cheeks grow hot feeling him so close. You grip his hard length and draw your tongue across the tip, tasting the salty bead of precum.

“Take your top off,” you say, looking up at him before running your tongue along his shaft, keeping eye contact.

He grips the hem of his t-shirt and pulls it off over his head. Seeing him in the purple glow, every contour of his sculpted abdomen illuminated sends burning heat to your pelvis. You never thought you were into muscular guys, not until you saw Vigilante take his suit off for the first time. Now you’re not sure if you could go back to anything else. Anyone else.

You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock but he interrupts you.

“I need to fuck you. Please.”

At this point, you’re so turned on it’s an offer you can’t refuse. You release him and scoot back on the bed. He goes to crawl on top of you but flinches when his injured foot meets the mattress.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I just need to - ah fuck.”

“It’s okay. Here, lie down. Let me go on top.”

He does so with relief and you swing your leg over his thighs.

“Better?”

“Fuck yeah,” he says, looking at your naked figure sitting on top of him.

You reach into his bedside drawer where you know he keeps his condoms. Your fingers skirt over what you suspect are bags of candy until you find the corrugated square shape you’re looking for. You take it out and roll the condom on him.

“Okay, easy,” you say, positioning the head of his cock at your entrance. He throbs under the grip of your hand in anticipation. “Don’t overexert yourself.”

“You were totally cool with me over-exerting myself on the floor a second ago.”

“I was talking to myself,” you smirk. “It’s been a while.”

You ease yourself down onto his cock, feeling the beautiful stretch as you adjust to his size.

“Shit…” he breathes, clamping his hands down hard on your hips, forcing you to bottom out. His eyebrows knit together and he sighs through parted lips, feeling the way your walls stretch around him. He looks so beautiful - you can’t stop looking at his lips.

You lean forward, planting your hands on either side of his head so you can lean down and kiss him. The taste of your juices registers on your tongue as his enters your mouth. You deepen the kiss and Adrian responds by jerking his hips up needily, pressing into your g-spot.

You moan and suck on his bottom lip, gently rolling it between your teeth as he pushes into the most sensitive part of your centre. Searing heat burns low in your belly, spreading to your thighs. You push yourself back up to ride him and grab his wrists, dragging them from your waist to grope at your chest.

“Fuck, you look so hot riding my dick.”

“Yeah? Rose-tinted visor isn’t all it’s cracked up to be?”

You’re teasing him but it seems to spur him on, as he squeezes your tits and jerks up into your bouncing hips. Every wet slap that meets your ears only increases your neediness for him. It burns brightly in your core, making you wetter and even more desperate for your next orgasm.

Every roll of your body sends his cock plunging into you, pushing against you at the perfect angle. God, he feels incredible. Your walls start to convulse around him, clamping down and gripping his cock as your second climax rears its head.

“Adrian, fuck, I’m close…” you plead, frantically chasing your high, wildly gyrating and bouncing in time with his thrusts.

“Say it again.”

“Fuck, I’m gonna-”

“No, say my name,” he says, through gritted teeth, his neck muscles tightening in the soft light.

His neck.

“Fuck, Adrian.” You lunge forward and bite on his neck. He grabs handfuls of your ass, anchoring himself into you as he thrusts savagely upwards sending pleasure rocketing through you. Fuck he’s deep. So fucking deep.

His name leaves your lips over and over, broken and ragged as every jerk of his hip knocks the air out of your lungs. Bliss ignites and your cry of pleasure is muffled as you moan and run your tongue over his neck, smelling his aftershave mixed with his musky sweat. An explosion, more fierce than any grenade blast bursts through your centre as he pummels his cock with unparalleled force and precision, even as you squirm and shake, unable to keep moving your own hips in time with his.

With every ounce of strength you have you lean up on your arms to look at his face. His eyes are squeezed shut and his facial muscles contort as he sucks through his teeth.

“Cum for me, Adrian,” you murmur sweetly in his ear and he opens his eyes, giving you a terminally helpless look as he slams his hips into your hot, wet cunt and you squeeze around him as tight as you can. With a final thrust, you feel his thighs tighten and his cock pulsing inside you as he cums.

You flatten your body back on top of his - the warm, damp sweat between your chests feels strangely pleasant. His fingers trace circles up your spine, gently tickling your back. Adrian turns his head to kiss you and you both lie for a moment, enjoying the feeling of his lips on yours.

After what feels like a long time of lying in quiet elation, you make yourself climb carefully off of him and roll over, resting back on his pillows.

“Don’t go anywhere,” he says and you lie back watching him dispose of the condom, taking care not to put any pressure on his bandaged toe. He launches himself back on the bed with a thud making you bounce on the mattress. “Good, you’re still here,” he says, leaning on his elbow and looking down at you.

“Where else would I be?” you laugh.

“Well… you usually leave right after. Except that one time I accidentally bought peanut M&Ms.”

You look at him apologetically. In fairness, the mask was hardly an invitation to spend the night - what was he going to do? Sleep in it? “Do you have peanut M&Ms?”

He nods to his bedside drawer and you open it to see that it’s stuffed with the little yellow bags.

“You like peanut M&Ms now?”

He pulls a face. “No way dude, they’re so gross.”

“Then why…?”

“I guess I always hoped you might change your mind and come back. So I bought them whenever I thought about you.”

You look at the drawer - there’s practically enough that Adrian could have made a trail of peanut M&Ms from your apartment across town to his. “You would have made a really sweet boyfriend,” you sigh.

“Well, I mean… I still could,” he says in a would-be nonchalant type of way, pushing up his glasses with his finger and avoiding your gaze.

“Yeah?” You weren’t sure if he’d be open to picking up where you left off. But it feels right when it didn’t before. Now you know him. Really know him.

He pulls his eyes up and meets your gaze with a smile. “If you want me to?”

“I’d like that. A lot.”

“Sweet,” he says with a wide smile, not bothering to hide how giddy he is.

You open the packet. “For the record, I’m not just staying because of the M&Ms this time.”

“I know.”

“And I’m glad you’re on the team.”

He nods happily, watching you pop a few into your mouth. “Hashtag me too.”

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