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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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Chapter text:

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.

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

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.”

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

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.”

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

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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powerfultenderness · 11 months

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Jealous

Pairing: Adrian Chase x Reader (F)

Rated: Explicit 18+

Summary: Adrian’s jealousy leads to a peculiar discovery.

Warnings: PWP. Possessive!Adrian. smut including: Daddy kink, light choking, cum play/eating.

Word Count: 4918

A/N: Big shout out and thanks to @pretendfan for helping me through the seagull problem (mine! 😆) and for keeping me motivated on this one!

[Vigilante x Reader Masterlist]

The first thing Adrian heard as he walked through the door was your sweet voice calling out to him. “Aww, come here, baby.”

He didn’t even question how you knew he’d had a shitty day. He was just happy to finally get to relax and couldn’t wait to melt into your warm and soft embrace.

Before he got to the bedroom, however, he heard you giggling. "Such a good boy!" You cooed in a sickly sweet voice that he'd never heard before.

His brows furrowed and his face scrunched up as he quickly rounded the corner to the bed room. What he saw sent an angry, frustrated heat from his core to his face. That was HIS spot! No one else should be in that spot! And yet, there in your arms!- “What. The fuck?!”

“Adrian!” You jumped when you heard him yell as he stood glaring at you from the doorway. “I thought you said you were going to do Vigilante stuff after work?”

“I was.” He groaned and tossed his head back, “but I wanted to see you first!”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words. Adrian, despite his unusual quirks (mostly the murdering), was quite the loving partner. “Aww!” You hopped up from the bed and walked over to him.

You tried to kiss him, but he turned his head to the side so that your lips instead fell on his cheek.

“What’s wrong?” Didn’t he just say that he wanted to see you, and now he was pulling away?

“That’s my spot!” He mumbled and glared at the bed, more precisely, who was on the bed.

You blinked and turned around, “huh? Pretty sure that’s my side of the bed…?”

Honestly, Adrian was more a stickler for designated spots on the bed than you were.

As you were turned, his arms wrapped around you and he rested his chin on your shoulder. “I wasn't talking about that.” He mumbled into your neck.

You relaxed in his embrace, he was always warm and comforting, but voiced your confusion. “What do you mean?”

"I mean," he started, his hands dipping underneath your shirt, "that I'm the only one that belongs next to you like that."

You snorted at his words and ignored the warmth of his hands. “What?”

Adrian didn’t catch your incredulity and simply tried to clarify. “It’s not cool that I come home and you're cuddling him like you used to cuddle me!”

Your attempt at holding in a chuckle turned your laugh into an ugly snort. “Are you seriously jealous, Adrian?”

“What? No!” His first instinct was to deny, but you both knew that he was indeed jealous.

To say you were a little surprised by his reaction was an understatement. You had never seen him jealous before. Not even when that one guy at the bar couldn’t get a hint and blatantly tried to get you to go home with him, right in front of Adrian no less. Adrian even made a game out of it, how many free drinks could you get out of him! Nor did he ever care when Chris suggested the two of you hook up (of course, Adrian always turned that one into asking for a threesome...).

You turned and poked his chest as you teased him. “You are soo jealous!”

He snatched your wrist and frowned, “no! I- I just don’t think it’s fair that he gets to cuddle with you all day and then doesn’t move when I come home!”

“That sounds like jealousy to me!” You snickered, “besides, he doesn’t cuddle with me all day. I work too, you know!”

“I know that!”

"Do you really?”

“What! Of course! I’ve been to your work!”

“So you admit it? You’re being ridiculous.”

“NO! You’re being ridiculous! You always treat him like a baby!”

“He’s a puppy, Adrian!”

He groaned and raked a hand over his face, “I know that!”

“Do you really?”

“Stop asking me that!”

“Stop being ridiculous.”

“You stop being ridiculous!”

“Fine.”

Adrian paused his little frustrated tantrum and blinked a few times as he looked at you. “Uh, really?”

“Sure.” You shrugged then looked over your shoulder, “come, Birdie .”

Birdie barked happily and hopped off the bed, tail wagging the entire time as he trotted over to you.

“If Daddy doesn’t want us here, we’ll go watch the big TV in the living room!” Though you were speaking to the adorable pup, you looked directly at Adrian.

Adrian let out a strangled frustrated noise as you left the room, already once again, enthralled by the newest addition to the house.

Getting a puppy might have been the worst idea or the best idea he ever had.

You were half way through an episode of some silly sitcom when Adrian emerged from the bedroom. You had expected to see him in the Vigilante suit after an argument like that, instead he wore only a fitted muscle shirt and a pair of sweatpants. How in the world he managed to look that damn good in such a simple outfit was beyond you. Still, that wasn't going to stop you from teasing him a little.

"No Vigilante tonight?"

He only gave you a quick sharp look as he continued to walk past you to the kitchen. You made a face at him only to get distracted by the way his sweats clung to his ass. Adrian Chase had the most perfect ass and even if you were trying to prove a point to him, you were still going ogle.

When he reached the kitchen he opened up the pantry and grabbed a bag of dog treats, making Birdie perk his head up from your lap upon hearing the plastic crinkle.

“Birdie, come here, boy!” He sounded perfectly normal, no hint of anger or annoyance or frustration in his voice. And of course Birdie immediately abandoned you for the promise of bacon flavored treats.

You pouted, more performative than because you were actually hurt, as Adrian went through a round of tricks for the puppy to perform. Sit, shake, lay down, roll over, all tricks Birdie did perfectly. “Good boy,” Adrian gave him one of the treats and scratched his head.

He held a second treat out for Birdie to see and pointed at a corner in the living room, “go to your kennel.”

Birdie, tail wagging, trotted past you and sat down in his kennel. Adrian followed and gave him the second treat and another head scratch before closing the kennel.

He straightened out and turned to face you, “and you,” his voice dropped from the light jovial tone he used with the puppy to something darker. “Get back to the bedroom.”

“Excuse you?”

Not only did he interrupt your show, he took your cuddle buddy away! What gave him the idea-

“Do what you’re told, or Daddy is going to have to punish you.”

“Uh…What?” It took you a few seconds to remember that you called him daddy earlier. You hadn’t meant it like that! At all! You were just calling him daddy because he called Birdie a baby! But it seemed that little groan he let out after you called him that wasn’t him just getting annoyed with you. You weren't even aware that he liked to be called daddy. Maybe he hadn’t been entirely aware of it himself either…

“Hey,” his stern voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “Get up.” He demanded as he now towered over you.

You slowly stood up, eyes locked on his his as you tried to read what was going on. There was just the slightest hint of a smirk hidden in his otherwise serious expression. And that was enough. Besides, you already had a safe word established, what was the harm in playing along?

He nodded towards the bedroom and you rolled your eyes as you turned and started in that direction. As you walked past him, he lightly slapped your ass, “don’t roll your eyes at me.”

You hid a scoffed laugh behind one hand. Sure Adrian was often assertive in the bedroom (just as often as you were, in fact), but never in this kind of way. You had to admit, even though it felt a little silly, you were very curious to see how this would play out. You just had to keep yourself from giggling.

Once in the room, Adrian didn’t give you much time to think about, well anything, much less how to act. He’d spun you around before you even reached the bed and crashed his lips against yours, parting your lips with his tongue while he pulled you flush against his body.

One hand cradled your face as he pulled away just enough to rest his forehead against yours. He smirked seeing how his kiss left you slightly dazed, your pupils beginning to dilate. He ran his thumb a bit roughly across your bottom lip, mesmerizing you with his own heated gaze.

"Kneel."

He didn’t need to raise his voice, in fact it was almost quiet, but there was an edge to the dark fray of his voice that sent an excited thrill through you. It made you forget that you were just giggling at the novelty of the situation. You dropped to your knees so quickly that he noticed, of course he noticed, how eager you suddenly became.

If the way his cock sprung up as you pulled both his pants and boxers down was any indication, he was excited too. If this was about him, about how he didn't feel like you were paying enough attention to him, then you would show him just how much you loved him. You started off slow, gently taking the base of his cock in one hand, a quiet hum escaping you as he twitched in your hand as you pressed feather light kisses first to the head of his cock, barely brushing your lips down the shaft, around your hand until your lips landed on his pelvis. Adrian let out a little whine that turned into a sigh as your tongue glided up from the V of his hip to his abdomen while you pushed his shirt up with your free hand and started slow languid strokes on his cock.

He mumbled a few curses under his breath and hastily pulled off his shirt so you could touch more of his body. Your lips were so soft, and your breath was so warm, and the saliva you left on his body cooled his hot skin. Your hand wrapped around his cock was soft and gentle; you were always so gentle with him, afraid to agitate even the smallest bruise from his vigilante activities.

Sometimes, like now, he hated it.

“Fuck.” He hissed and wrapped a hand around your hand that was around his cock, “harder.” He squeezed your hand and quickly moved your hand up and down his shaft a few times before he felt you smile and giggle into his stomach.

He stilled and stopped using your hand to jerk himself off. “Wait. Stop.”

You sat back on your heels and looked up at him, your head tilted cutely to one side. “What’s wrong?”

“I,” he cleared his throat, dropping his voice and trying his best to glare down at you. “I’m supposed to be in charge!”

Your eyebrows scrunched up but you smiled at him anyways. “But, you are.”

Adrian frowned. Sure you were on your knees, you were touching his dick and kissing what parts of his body your mouth could reach, but he didn’t feel like he was in charge, with his shirt somewhere on the floor behind him and his pants and boxers bunched up in pool around his ankles while you were still fully clothed.

He needed this, he needed you. He needed to show you.

“Get up.”

A hint of confusion flashed across your face, but you would understand soon. He dropped your wrist and kicked off the rest of his clothes before giving you your first command. “Strip.”

You couldn’t help the little grin that started to pull your lips up, “do you want a whole routine?” You swayed your hips a little as your hands gripped the bottom of the oversized tee that you’d been using as a sleep shirt.

He quickly grabbed your jaw in a hard grip, “don’t talk back to me.”

You gasped, he had forced your mouth open and held it like that until you nodded and complied. There was a bit of a scowl painted on his face, not something cute that you could tease him for, a flash of something wild in his eyes that you’ve never seen before and you’re sure not even Vigilante victims have heard such a menacing tone before. You finished pulling your shirt over your head, now nude from the waist up as you hadn't been wearing a bra underneath.

He hummed in approval, his eyes slowly moving down your body until he was looking at the waistband on your shorts. “These too,” he pulled at the stretchy material of your shorts and lightly snapped the band.

You slid the rest of your clothes off under his intense gaze, to which he smirked. With one hand gripping the side of your face, he pulled you into another heated kiss that left you breathless when he pulled away. He dropped his hand down your face, to your jaw, and similar to your feather light touches from before, dragged just the back of his hand down your neck, stopping to run his thumb across your collarbone before moving down until he was touching your left breast.

His sweet mumbled praises of “beautiful” were short lived as he pinched your nipple, drawing out a little whine from you. He smirked and nodded at the bed, "on your back."

Of course. Adrian loved to eat you out, once he figured out what you liked, what had you squirming under his touch and panting out his name, he could hardly keep his mouth off of you.

He climbed over you once your head hit the pillow, slotting himself between your legs, and once again enveloped you in fiery kiss, hot tongue sliding against yours for a moment before he pulled his kisses down your jaw, to your neck, where he elicited a short squeal from you as he bit down and sucked and licked. You had one hand on his shoulder and tried to tangle the other in his hair, but he stopped and slapped your hands off of him.

“I didn’t say you could touch me.”

Your eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. He liked you touching him as much you liked touching him, usually. Besides, wasn’t he just complaining that you weren’t paying enough attention to him? “You don’t want me to touch you?”

It was Adrian who rolled his eyes this time, even growled a little as he answered you. “I want you to learn.”

“Oh? What do you want me to learn?”

He held your jaw and made sure you were looking into his eyes as he spoke, voice low but clear. “That you belong to me.”

His lips descended on yours again, capturing you in a soft passionate kiss, almost too slow for you to handle. Your heart quickened as you shifted underneath him, tempting him to move faster, harder. But he was not deterred.

You let out the quietest gasp of a whimper as he moved to kiss your neck, first gently, until he was biting and sucking and lapping at the skin as if the resulting bruise was a claim. You whined as he pressed his body harder onto you, his hard cock brushing against your clit and dragging down your lips as he moved further down your body.

His lips lingered over your heart, enough for him to feel the thump of a few quickened heartbeats against his lips before he laid claim there too. You sighed as his tongue lapped soothingly at the fresh bruise before he pressed a final kiss above your heart.

You felt him grin into your skin before he moved to your left breast, tongue swirling around your already hardened nipple. He shifts from slow soft licks to gentle sucking, while he gropes at your other breast with one hand, before biting down just shy of too hard. Your back arched into his touch, quiet whimpers falling from your lips as he expertly played your body.

He lifted his head and looked at you, “these gorgeous fucking tits belong to me, understand?”

You bit your lip, stopping the needy whine that threatened to bubble up, and nodded. He took off his glasses and tossed them on the nightstand before dipping his head back down to your breasts.

He mirrored his previous action, this time starting off rough before slowly and gently swirling his tongue around your nipple. You whimpered again, clutching at the sheets as he moved his kisses down your body, leaving bite marks on your skin. By the time he was between your thighs, you were already so worked up, squirming beneath him, and desperate to feel his mouth on your pussy.

He moved purposefully slow, delighting in all of your impatient whines and the cute way you gripped at the sheets instead of grabbing at his hair like you usually would. He grinned into the kiss he planted on your thigh, you were being good, you deserved a reward for that.

You panted out a wanton sigh as he finally touched your pussy, dragging his tongue up one side until he reached your clit. He circled your clit before sliding his tongue down to your entrance, lapping at the wetness your body was already offering him. He didn’t so much follow a pattern as chase what cute noises he could draw from you; sucking at your labia just enough to draw a whimper from you, flicking his tongue across your clit had you moaning quite loudly.

At one point he had to hold your thighs apart, his nose rubbing against your clit while his tongue continued to lick and slurp eagerly at your aching pussy.

“Ah! Adrian!” You cried out, trying to grind against his face, and let go of the sheets to grab his hair.

Adrian usually liked hearing you moan out his name, he liked when you could say nothing but his name until you were so fucked out that you were a mess with just the hint of his name in your warbled cries.

But as you moaned out his name, he firmly pushed your hips back against the bed and pushed himself up, away from your throbbing cunt.

Slap!

You were so close to cumming and the sudden sharp sting of his hand across your clit stopped your impending orgasm. You opened your eyes in time to see the wild look on his face, your cum shining on his face, as he quickly wrapped a hand around your neck and leered down at you. The threat of his hand against your neck, though he didn’t squeeze, was enough to make you whimper and your pussy twitch and pulse achingly around nothing.

“Did I give you permission to call me by my name?”

You bit your lip and swallowed, not even daring to shake your head the slightest. “No.”

“No, what?”

“No, Daddy.” You whined and panted.

“That’s right,” he grinned and released his grip on your neck.

His hands were on you again, rough and hot, as he hooked a hand under your knee and pulled you closer to him. You watched, biting your lip in a poor attempt to quiet the excited pants that still escaped you, as he fisted his own cock, smearing precum from the head to the thick veiny shaft that you were desperate to feel.

Combined with the sheen of sweat that covered his immaculate body, the bright blush that covered his face and the veins in his neck that visibly popped, you were certain that he was straining to keep control of himself, struggling to stop himself from wildly fucking you into the bed like you wanted.

He wanted more, though. He wanted to hear you say it.

He slowly dragged the tip of his cock up your lips and stopped right before he got to your clit and smirked at you as you whimpered. Your pussy clenched around nothing and you tried to buck your hips up, but his free hand went to your hip and kept you planted on the bed.

He chuckled and tapped his cock against your clit once and pulled back again, clicking his tongue at your pathetic whine. “Who am I?”

You were so desperate to be fucked, desperate for him, that you answered him without thinking. “Daddy!” You cried, one hand clutching to his left arm and the other clutching at the sheets.

He rewarded you by circling the head of his cock against your clit then dragging it down to your entrance. You gasped as he started to slowly enter you, the head of his cock sinking into you so deliciously that you could cry from the pleasure he promised, only for him to pull his cock out again and instead had you crying from frustration. You garbled “fuck!” only had him chuckling again.

“What’s that? What do you want?” He asked as he continued to tease you by dragging his cock up and down your pussy again.

You looked up at him, tears leaving glistening trails down the side of your face, and bit your bottom lip once again, this time remembering what he wanted to hear. “Daddy!” You answered in another whine.

He grinned, in any other circumstance you’d say it was cute, but now it was just devious. “Yes?”

You groaned, needy and pathetic, as you pussy throbbed and ached for the fat cock that was just out of reach. “I,” you paused and whined as you tried to think through the fog of lust that clouded your mind. “Need you, Daddy. Please, Daddy, fuck me.”

Adrian moaned, squeezing his eyes shut as your needy little cry sent a lewd excited rush through him and straight to his cock, he couldn’t stop himself from bucking his hips forward even if he wanted to. His cock dragged across your pussy once again, drawing another needy moan from you, “ffuck. Since you asked so nicely.” His left hand steadied you in a solid grip while he used his right hand to line his cock up to your pussy.

He slid completely into you with a quick deep thrust, both of you moaning together. Unable to hold back, driven by the enticing wet heat and chasing the impossibly sweet grip of your pussy, Adrian rocked back and forth. He dropped to one arm, his other hand clutching your ass, and dropped sloppy kisses on your mouth, down your neck, your chest, back to your mouth.

You moaned and cried as Adrian stretched and filled you, gasping as he pulled out almost completely only to slam his hard and thick cock into you. You writhed beneath him and hooked your legs around his waist, heels digging into his lower back and pushing him even deeper into your pussy.

Even as he continued to fuck you, even as he moaned loudly above you as you shifted positions, he chuckled at the way you pulled him closer without using your hands, one still tangled in the sheets. He let go of your ass, his hand roughly running up your thigh, your stomach, groping at your tits before landing on your face, forcing you to look into his eyes again.

“Who do you belong to?” He asked between grunts, never stopping his thrusts, the sound of skin hitting skin, of his cock pulling out and into your pussy over and over, an echo to his words.

You whined, your pussy pulsing wildly around his cock and looked up at him. His brow was furrowed, teeth biting his bottom lip, and his eyes were darkened with lust and yet still somehow shining with love. He came home because he wanted to spend time with you, he started this because he wanted you to want him as much as he wanted you. The realization warmed your already heated core, sped up your already fast beating heart, and your already throbbing pussy squeeze around his dick even more. He moaned and rolled his eyes for a moment as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him flush against you.

“You. Daddy!” You moaned into his ear, earning a moan from him in return as he mercilessly pounded into you.

“Daddy!” You cried over and over, every cry rewarded with praise from him, until you were a moaning mess, unable to form words.

Your world dissolved into aspects of Adrian. His weight on you was a comfort like no other, his sweat slick skin against yours, his moans and grunts and panted breath was all you could hear (not even your obscene sounds could break through), and the way his pelvis hit your clit just right while his thick cock filled your pussy sent you over the edge. You cried out again as you orgasmed with tears streaming down your face and drool spilling from the corners of your mouth. Your entire body would be shaking but for the fact that he was pinning you down to the bed. His own orgasm followed even before your pussy stopped spasming around him, his thrust turning from erratic to slow as he finished inside of you. His growls and grunts dissolved into whimpers as your pussy continued to pulse around his cock, and his whimper turned to a hoarse chuckle as he finally stopped moving his hips.

After a few moments to catch his breath, Adrian pushed himself up just enough to kiss you. It was sloppy, but you could not find the strength to coordinate more. “That was good,” he smiled brightly at you as he cradled your face in his left hand. “I think you deserve a treat for that.”

You hummed and giggled at that, thinking he was going to get up and grab you a snack. Instead he dragged his right hand down your body, never one to miss a chance to grope at your breasts and give your nipples a little pinch. You arched into his touch, quiet little whimpers turning into a loud gasp as he pulled his cock out of your pussy and stuffed three thick fingers inside of you before his cum could leak out onto the bed. You moaned as the palm of his hand rubbed your clit while thrust his fingers in and out of you.

“Come on, cum for me again.”

And you did, body shaking without his weight to hold you down this time, your thighs squeezed around his hand, as your pussy squeezed around his fingers, but he roughly pushed your legs apart so he could watch as he slowly pulled his hand from you. His hand was soaked in your combined juices, he even curled his fingers a bit to gather extra, before bringing his hand to your mouth. He used his other hand to tilt your chin down, forcing your mouth open and putting his fingers in your mouth.

“Suck.” He demanded with a cocky grin.

You moaned around his fingers, at the slick salty invasion against your tongue. You sucked obscenely, cleaning his fingers, and nearly gagging as he pushed his fingers further into your mouth.

“Mmm, good girl.” He hummed as he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, strings of saliva coating his fingers now instead of cum.

Your pussy twitched at his praise, but you barely had time to gasp for a breath before his lips were on yours, tongue sliding into your mouth and against your own tongue as if he were trying to taste the combined essence that you swallowed from his hand.

He pulled away, grinning as you whimpered for him, and dropped another, soft and gentle, kiss against your neck, then your shoulder before he finally rolled onto his back. Without him hovering over you, you suddenly felt cold and a shiver ran down your spine. Adrian, ever attentive, noticed and wrapped an arm around you and pulled you against his chest. He was hot and sweaty and now that you weren’t fucking it felt a little uncomfortably sticky, but you relaxed in his embrace regardless.

As your breathing leveled out and your heart rate calmed down, you heard a familiar doggy whine. Oh! You looked up at Adrian, he had a relaxed goofy blissful look on his face as he too caught his breath.

“Daddy?” You started, voice a little hoarse.

He let out a faint chuckle and smiled as he looked at you, “yea?”

“You’re gonna get that, right?”

He looked confused for a second before he finally heard what you were talking about and sighed. “He can sleep there tonight!”

“He has to go out! I don’t want him peeing in his crate!”

“Fine.” Adrian grumbled and shifted enough to hover over you, “but I’m putting him back. No one else gets my spot, not even our puppy!”

…

After Adrian took care of the dog, and you cleaned up while he was out, you settled in bed, his arms wrapped around you from behind as he possessively held you close to him, with Birdie curled up next to you on your other side.

#adrian chase x reader #vigilante x reader #fuckofffluff

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likedovesinthewnd · 1 year

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15 questions / 15 mutuals

1. are you named after anyone? my middle name after diana the huntress

2. when was the last time you cried? this morning

3. do you have kids? yep

4. do you use sarcasm a lot? me? no…

5. what’s the first thing you notice about people? how they treat others, that’s all you need to know

6. what’s your eye color? brown

7. scary movies or happy endings? i like them both equally and sometimes at the same time

8. any special talents? i’m an amazing cook, musically inclined, and i kill it in trivia

9. where were you brown? california baybeee

10. what are your hobbies? doing these and suddenly forgetting any interests or qualities i possess

11. do you have any pets? a dog and a tortoise

12. what sport do you play/have you played? field hockey all through hs

13. how tall are you? 5’3

14. favorite subject in school? history and extracurriculars

15. dream job? i simply do not dream of labor

ty for the tag @zestychili and @littledemondani 💕

tagging @irrelevantwriter @whoahoney @bippiest @adrianmunson @tiannamortis @eiightysixbaby @blackleatherjacketz @thesewickedhands @frenziedslashers @pretendfan @fvckthisbxtchup @bimbobaggins69 @wroteclassicaly @munsonsduchess

#tag game

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seancekitsch · 1 year

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TAGGED BY @jozstankovich and @santacarlahorrorshow thanks my loves <3

LAST SONG LISTENED TO love comes in spurts by richard hell

LAST SHOW WATCHED succession!! my man is watching it from the beginning lol

LAST MOVIE WATCHED wong kar-wai's in the mood for love

CURRENTLY READING just finished my fire and blood re-read

CURRENT OBSESSION getting these fucking cosplays done for philly fan expo

TAGGING (no obligation!!!): @magic-multicolored-miracle @elliethesuperfruitlover @jae-writes-fanfiction @sharknadoslutt @vigilantebarbie @powerfultenderness @she-wolf09231982 @stealsteels @training4theapocalypse @lysenfeu @pretendfan and anyone else who wants to!!!

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alraedesigns · 9 months

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9 people I want to know better!

thank you @something-tofightfor for tagging me!

last song: Who Do You Love by George Thurogood and the Destroyers

favorite color: Teal and gold

currently watching: Taskmaster, Would I Lie To You?, Celebrity Jeopardy and Young Sheldon. I'm really hooked on game shows right now and the British ones are hilarious

last movie: Spirited Away - the soot sprites!!

currently reading: Must Love Trees: An Unconventional Guide by Tobin Mitnick. It's just a lot of trees and goofy anecdotes and I love it.

sweet/spicy/savory: Sweet AND savory ALWAYS. I made balsamic chicken, carrots and sweet potatoes in the crockpot and did not want to share.

relationship status: Not married, but it will be 15 years in November with Nick.

current obsession: Puzzles/Model Kits (I cracked and got the metal one), festival prepping, Adrian Chase/Vigilante, Aemond Targaryen, the groundhog under my deck (Henry Hoggins)

last thing I googled: Glass Bridge, How do the Bahamas get fresh water?

currently working on: Metal puzzle that is driving me nuts but I can't wait to do another. Spooky Bottom City Lights drawings, making prints, and other fun festival prep.

@wardencadoc @writeforfandoms @pheedraws @valkblue @pretendfan @adrianmunson @shannynouhoh @blackbirddaredevil23 @training4theapocalypse.. and anyone else that wants to play please feel free to tag me!

#get to know me #9 people i want to get to know #tag game

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adrianmunson · 2 years

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Name songs for every letter of your url 🖤

Tagged by @pretendfan

Kelly by The Aces

Avalanche by Arch Enemy

Tony Montana (feat. Yankie) by Agust D

Empty by PVRIS

Kill V. Maim by Grimes

Andres by L7

Nancy Drew by Sløtface

Equal Rights, Equal Lefts by Otep

Don’t Go Home Without Me by Lights

Tagged @38across @milkshakeworm @chaseadrian @myguiltypleasures21 @sephmeadowes @vigilanteh

#the aces #arch enemy #agust d #pvris #grimes #l7 band #sløtface #otep #lights bokan

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signyyy · 2 years

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@pretendfan I did this wallpaper for you I hope you enjoy ( Sorry if it's not pretty, I had writer's block today )

#adrian chase #freddie stroma #peacemaker #peacemaker wallpaper #vigilante icons #vigilante wallpaper #jake martin #pitch perfect #luke pitch perfect

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mrsreno825 · 1 year

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I posted 114 times in 2022

That's 91 more posts than 2021!

5 posts created (4%)

109 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@pretendfan

@solaraurora

@a-reader-and-a-writer

@vigilanteh

@honeycombstrawberry

I tagged 5 of my posts in 2022

#peacemaker - 5 posts

#john cena - 4 posts

#hbo peacemaker - 3 posts

#wwe - 2 posts

#happy birthday - 1 post

#adrian chase - 1 post

#vigilante - 1 post

Longest Tag: 14 characters

#hbo peacemaker

My Top Posts in 2022:

It's Game Day everybody!!! Let's go Las Vegas Raiders!!! Get that first win at home!!!

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Ahhhhh....my Vigilante pop figure finally came in the mail today!!! What an awesome surprise to come home to after a long day of nursin'. 😁

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As someone who has been a wrestling fan for almost 18 years...I am so happy that John Cena has been around as long as I've watched WWE. He was one of the first WWE superstars I was introduced to when I started watching with my now husband and he's been one of the few constants over the years who's career I have paid close attention to. I'm a huge fan of his show Peacemaker as well as many can tell by my likes and posts🤣. It's nice to see him back in the wrestling ring where everything started for him. I wish him a happy 20 year anniversary and also wish him many many more years of success inside and outside the ring. Thank you Mr. Cena for being entertaining inside and outside of the ring and thank you for being such a wonderful person! May you continue to be blessed and happy!

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I must say, as big as the Peacemaker fandom is on here, I'm really surprised there aren't more Happy Birthday wishes for John Cena in the Peacemaker tag. Now I know a lot of the fans ( myself included) love all the characters in their own way, but we really need to show Peacemaker himself some love on his birthday. Cuz without his character, we probably wouldn't have this wonderful show full of all the other characters we love. So, I'll start it off: Happy Birthday John Cena/Peacemaker. I hope you're having a good birthday, and thank you for being so awesome and making such an awesome show!

6 notes - Posted April 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

So I just discovered this gem of a photo of Cena on the set of Peacemaker...🤣

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review

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pretendfan · 2 years

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{Roommates} Chapter List

WARNING 18+ ONLY {minors DNI}

(A/N Imagine being roommates with Adrian Chase? Will post weekly(fingers crossed) not sure how many chapters yet just know that I cannot wait to continue with this love me some tension🔥)hope you enjoy!)

Desperately in need of a roommate, your co-worker knows a guy, but why did it have to be Adrian? The guy both annoyed and frustrated the hell out of you getting under your skin from the very moment that you had met him.

But this was only temporary there was no need to complicate things by really getting to know one another or even worse catch feels along the way. Sure it had been a while for both of you but hooking up with your roommate was a terrible idea…wasn’t it?

One Six Eleven

Two Seven

Three Eight

Four Nine

Five Ten

#adrian chase x female reader #vigilante x female reader #slow burn to eventual smut #adrian chase fan fics #adrian chase is a babe #adrian chase #freddie stroma #vigilante #peacemaker #fluff and heart eyes #slow burn romance #roommates fic #pretendfan

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maplesyrizzup · 2 years

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Tag nine people you would like to get to know better

Thanks for the tag lovely @ksbbb

Favorite color: green and brown

Currently reading: Six of Crows

Last song: everybody wants to rule the world by Tears For Fears

Last movie: the black phone

Sweet/spicy/ savory: sweet

Currently working on: nothing at the moment, I need a few weeks from writing.

Tagging: @bvcksmunson @lovearne @rishlurh @nptnewr @pretendfan @generalfoolish

#tag game

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training4theapocalypse · 11 months

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And they call me crazy (Adrian Chase x fem!reader)

Rating: Explicit - 18+ only

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: SMUT, Rough sex, Non-con elements - reader is drunk and a (very eager to fuck) hostage, Light bondage, Oral, P in V, Unprotected sex, Edging, Canon typical mentions of murder and violence

Summary: You're a new intern at Senator Goff's office. It's going great... that is until Vigilante abducts you after you've been out drinking, celebrating the end of your first week. (Based on this ask from anon.)

A/N: I'm fucking impatient as usual and I couldn't wait until Sunday to post this. I've added non-con to the warnings but honestly, reader is so desperate to fuck him she DOESN'T GIVE AF if it's morally questionable that she's a hostage.

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Chapter text:

Your gasp is stifled when a black glove covers your mouth and an arm wraps tight around your body. You stumble on the sidewalk, teetering back in your high heels into your assailant’s body but he holds you firmly upright.

“Don’t scream,” says a man’s muffled whisper in your ear.

Your whole body freezes up. God, you wish you were more sober. Why did you insist on walking home after those celebratory drinks? This is not the perfect ending to the first week of your internship that you’d envisioned. Is this why Senator Goff didn’t turn up for work today? They said he was sick.

“I’m not gonna hurt you if you keep quiet and get in the car.”

It’s a man’s voice. Not one you recognise. But you can barely hear it anyway over how loudly your heart is beating in your chest. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, it seems to say, battering frantically against your rib cage.

“Nod if you understand me.”

You jerk your head forward - his tight grip doesn’t make the movement easy.

God, why didn’t you listen to your Mom? She told you earlier to get a cab home and stay safe, you’d just dismissed her advice as usual because you knew best.

He removes his hand and pushes you into the open passenger door of a beat-up old Chrysler Sebring. It all happens so fast that you don’t even think to check out the license plate.

Shit.

The man shuts the passenger door after you and hops into the driver’s seat on the other side.

It’s him.

You’ve seen his masked face on the news, wanted for carrying out his own brand of retributive justice on criminals across Evergreen. You heard people talking about his latest crimes at work today. Hell, you’ve even made stupid memes about having a crush on him in your girlfriend’s group chat.

It’s Vigilante.

You were ready to beg for your life a second ago. But now all you can do is stare. At the forefront of your admittedly inebriated mind is the fact that you’ve fantasised about the masked Vigilante of Evergreen before. But in your fantasies, you’d always been someone that he’d saved from a robbery gone wrong or some other sticky situation. Not his abductee.

And this is no fantasy. He’s here - he’s real. So intimidatingly tangible and human. You can hear his breathing through his mask, see his eyes darting around your dark surroundings checking for passersby, and you can even smell the sharp, fresh scent of his cologne when he gets close to you, reaching behind you to grab a length of rope from the back seat.

“Put your hands out.” You swallow thickly, looking at his masked face. There’s no point in arguing. “If you make any indication to anyone we pass that you’re you’re here against your will, I will kill you.”

“Listen, I don’t know what you think I’ve done but I-”

“Hey - don’t make me gag you and put you in the trunk,” he says, finishing the knot around your wrists as your stomach does a little flip. Not out of fear. Something else. He turns his keys and starts the ignition. “Oooh, seatbelt! Sorry.”

You breathe in as he reaches across you to grab your seatbelt and clip you in. Your hands sit uncomfortably on your lap as the car drives out of the dark street and onto the main road.

He pulls out his cell phone as he drives to wherever you’re going and you hear the other end of the phone ringing in the silent car.

“What is it?” You strain your ears, listening as a woman answers aggressively.

“I’ve got Goff’s assistant. I’m on my way to the video store.”

Goff’s assistant? That’s a stretch. You’re an intern. And not even Goff’s intern. You’re his assistant’s intern.

“I’m not-” you start but he cuts you off.

“Quiet!”

“What?!” says the woman on the phone.

“Sorry, Harcourt. Not you.”

“No, I mean you did what?! Vigilante, you need to run this shit by me. You can’t bring her here.”

“I did you a favour! We’re way ahead of schedule now.”

You hear the unidentified woman grumble. “We’ve got Judomaster here, dumbass. Take her someplace else.”

Goff’s funny little bodyguard. Now you know that Vigilante and the woman on the phone are responsible for Goff’s absence. Shit, what’s he going to do when he realises you know nothing?

“Where am I supposed to take her?”

“That’s what happens when you go rogue, idiot. We’ll talk about this tomorrow. She’s your problem tonight.”

You hear the line beeping as the woman hangs up.

“Fuck!” says Vigilante and he does a U-turn. “Hey, close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“I’m gonna have to take you to my place. I said close your eyes or-”

“Yeah, you’ll kill me. I got it,” you say resignedly. You close your eyes feeling the car turn left, straight for a while, right, left… you lose track. You have no idea where you are or how long it takes you to get there when finally you arrive at your destination.

You hear him get out of the car and still not daring to open your eyes, you feel the cool night air when the passenger door opens.

“Can I open my eyes?”

“Nope.”

You feel him reach over you to unclip your seatbelt and he hoists you out of the car by your upper arm. He roughly steers you across what you guess is a parking lot by the way your high heels click on the asphalt.

His vice-like grip on your arm still doesn’t relent, even when you reach the stairs.

“Not so fast - I can’t see!” And you’re still kind of drunk.

“Shh! Not here,” he whispers urgently. But his hold on you becomes more gentle as he helps you up the stairs, more slowly now. A sliver of empathy.

The sound of keys jingle as he unlocks a door and guides you inside. You hear him locking and bolting the door behind you. Great.

“Can I-”

“Yeah, you can open ‘em.”

You open your eyes. The small apartment is sparsely furnished, obviously decorated by a single man. No artwork on his walls, a small dining table, a clean but worn leather couch without even so much as a throw pillow.

The screech of wood on laminate makes your arm hair stand up as he pulls over a hard wooden chair into the middle of the living room.

“Sit.”

You do as you’re told. He pulls another chair over and sits down opposite you, leaning back, with his arm resting on the back of the chair. Vigilante’s intimidating form relaxes casually in front of you.

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way,” he tells you.

“I - do what the easy way?” You shift in your seat, squeezing your thighs together. What wouldn’t you want Vigilante to do you right now? Stop it, you scold yourself.

“You’ve got information and I need it.”

“I really don’t have any sort of information.”

He edges his seat closer to you, close enough that you can smell his cologne again. Fuck. “Hey, I get it. I was tortured for intel a few days ago and I didn’t crack either-”

“Torture?!” You panic now. “Look, I’m not lying - I’m not Goff’s assistant! If I knew anything I’d tell you.”

His eyes narrow behind the mask. He pulls out his phone, looking through it for something. “Shit.” Vigilante looks from his phone to you. “This isn’t you.” He holds up the screen and shows you a blurry picture of your boss walking out of the office. Sure you look alike - you have the same hair colour and both wear suits to work but she’s significantly older.

You shake your head.

“What were you doing coming out of the senator’s office?” He accuses, as if it’s your fault he’s kidnapped you.

“I’m an intern. It’s my first week.”

“So you work there? Right?” he asks desperately.

“I just get coffee and take notes, dude.”

He tilts his head back, staring at the ceiling. “Oh man, Harcourt’s gonna freak out when I tell her I fucked up again. I can’t believe I picked up the wrong hostage.”

You sit, wrists still tied together in your lap staring at him. Now what? Maybe he’ll just drop you off outside the bar where the grabbed you.

“Look, we all make mistakes. It happens to the best of us. No harm done so-”

“Stop.” He looks up at you. “You know I can’t let you go.”

You take a deep breath and look at him silently for a few seconds. “So now what? Are you gonna kill me?”

“I-”

‘I’m a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world. Life in plastic, it’s fantastic’

Vigilante looks at his phone, apparently confused that it isn’t the source of the music.

“It’s mine,” you sigh, embarrassed by your choice of ringtone. You try to pick your phone out of your suit pocket with tied wrists.

“Your ringtone is Barbie Girl?”

You nod.

He pauses, giving you an unreadable look from behind his mask before reaching into your suit pocket. “I can’t let you have this.” He declines the call. Your phone pings as a message arrives. “Someone called Melanie says ‘Your boyfriend is on the news again’,” he reads.

Fuck. Your best friend Melanie knows all about your stupid crush on the man sitting in front of you right now.

“Hey- don’t read my messages!”

“I need to know if your boyfriend is gonna come looking for you.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend, I swear. She’s just making a stupid joke.”

Your phone pings again. “She’s sent you a picture - what’s your passcode?”

“I said don’t read my messages. I’m not telling you my passcode.”

Vigilante sighs and turns your phone around to face you and your Face ID unlocks it. He freezes when he opens the image.

Oh, god.

He turns the phone back towards you again and you groan. Melanie has taken a picture of the news on her TV. Vigilante is on the screen. Shit.

“I told you, it was just a stupid joke,” you mumble, feeling your face turning scarlet.

“I didn’t realise you were a fan,” he says, and you can tell from the tone of his voice that he has a stupid grin under his mask.

“Well, I’m definitely not a fan right now.” You hold up your wrists.

“She can see you’ve opened it. What should I say back?”

“Hmm... say LOL…” He starts typing. “Call the police. I’m being held hostage.”

He deletes what he just typed and gives you a stern look. “Fine, I’ll just go through your messages and see what you said before.”

“No, wait! I was kidding!” You try to snatch the phone from his hands but his reflexes are too quick for your tied hands. He doesn’t have to scroll very far back through your messages to find what he’s looking for.

Vigilante laughs and starts reading aloud. “OMG, he is so fine… I’m just gonna say that again.” He sends the message and you hear the notification of Melanie responding almost immediately. He reads it aloud. “She says ‘Knew you’d appreciate it - wink emoji’.”

“Can you just kill me already?” you ask sarcastically.

He puts your phone in his pocket. “I’m not gonna kill you.”

“So what am I doing here then?”

“Waiting. For now.” You stare at each other for a few seconds. It’s hard not to feel like you’re in immediate danger. “Do you want a beer?”

Perhaps your life isn’t in danger.

You blink at him incredulously. He walks over to the refrigerator and returns with two beers. He opens yours and hands it to you.

“Can you untie me so I can drink it?” You ask, testing the waters.

“Are you gonna try and attack me and escape?”

You’ve never been in a fight in your entire life. There’s no way you’d be able to win in a physical altercation with him, not with his reputation for massacring criminal gangs.

“No.”

Vigilante looks you over, and you stare up at him, waiting for his assessment. “I could take you, anyway,” he says casually and puts down his beer on the coffee table so he can untie your wrists.

You feel yourself blushing again at his words. Vigilante could take you. He means in a fight. But your mind immediately thinks of him taking you in another way.

When he unties you, you rub your wrists, feeling the sweet relief of having them free again. Vigilante kicks back on the couch and gestures to the seat next to him. You move over and perch uncertainly on the cool leather. He lifts the bottle of beer, and then realising he’d need to remove his mask to drink it, puts it back down.

“You can take it off if you want,” you suggest.

“And let you see my face? No way. I have a secret identity.”

“Well, I bet you’re handsome under there.”

What are you doing?

The sensible voice at the back of your mind supposes that flirting with him might convince him to free you. Another slightly louder, drunker voice in your head suggests that flirting with him might convince him to fuck you.

He looks away, flustered. “I dunno about that...”

“That’s why you wear that mask, right? You’re probably so good-looking you’d be easy to spot in a line-up.”

He lifts the edge of his mask - you think for a second he’s about to reveal who he is but instead, he takes a long drink of beer. You watch his sharp jaw and exposed neck as he swallows and get a brief glance at his wet lips before he pulls the fabric back down over his face again.

“That mask doesn’t do you any favours, hiding a jawline like that.”

“Stop it, okay. I know what you’re doing.” You raise your eyebrows. “You think because you’re pretty, you can seduce me into letting you go. It’s not gonna work.”

Pretty.

You try not to smile, to keep your expression blank. You wish you could text Melanie - she’d lose her shit right now. But you’ve laid it on a bit too thick. Even though it is true - he does have a ridiculously nice lower half of his face.

“I’m just passing the time. Believe it or not, I’ve never been abducted before.” You shrug. “So what’s the plan? Stay here until your boss on the phone tells you to kill me in the morning?”

“She’s not my boss.”

“Sounds like she is.”

“I work alone. Mostly. Or with Peacemaker.”

“So let me go then. I won’t tell a soul. I promise.”

“It’s not that simple. I can’t just release a hostage.”

You think. Hard. “What if I could get you the information you need? Then I’m an accomplice. Not a hostage.”

“I thought you just got the coffee?”

“I know where my boss keeps her laptop. And her password.”

“What kind of boss tells a brand new intern her password?”

You purse your lips, wondering how much you can safely reveal to him. “She trusts me.”

“The way you want me to trust you?”

“It’s different… I just don’t want her to get kidnapped too.”

He tilts his head. “That could work.” He hesitates. “But I’ll need to double-check with Harcourt in the morning.” He spins his bottle of beer in his hands.

“I’ll give you the laptop’s location and password if you let me see your face.”

“Uh, no. You’re giving me the location and password in exchange for letting you go.”

“This is a hostage negotiation, right?” You give him a coy smile. “Let the hostage do some negotiating.”

“No way.” He lifts the bottom of his mask up again to take another drink.

“What if I suck your dick, will you show me your face?”

Vigilante chokes on his beer.

“Jeez! I’ve already told you that you can stop coming onto me. I’ve agreed to ask Harcourt to let you go.”

“I know. I’m just shooting my shot,” you smile, resting the beer bottle on your bottom lip. “Can’t blame a girl for trying.”

“Yeah, right.” He says though you can’t help but notice the way his visor-covered eyes linger on your lips.

“Dude, you saw my messages. I’ve always wanted to bump into Vigilante. Under different circumstances, obviously.”

This intrigues him. He turns in his seat, resting on the arm of the couch to face you. “Uh, what kind of circumstances?”

“Well, if you really want to know - they’re in my texts with Melanie.”

He looks at your phone again, opens your messages and starts scrolling up. His eyes widen as he pauses, reading. “Damn…”

“Which one are you reading?”

“There’s more than one?!” His voice is higher pitched this time and you grin. “Uh… ‘I wish we’d bumped into Vigilante when those guys were harassing us leaving the club last night. He would have kicked their asses and I would have-’... Holy shit.”

He adjusts himself in his seat and you can tell he’s hard just from reading your text exchange. You tilt your beer towards him encouragingly. “You can say it.”

“...‘I would have sucked the fucking soul from his body.’ Girls say this kind of shit to each other?”

You sip your drink and say nothing.

Vigilante looks at you like you’re a piece of cake he really, really shouldn’t be thinking about eating. “It would be morally wrong for me to sleep with a hostage.” He looks into your eyes.

You edge closer to him on the couch. “Accomplice, remember? I’m not a hostage if I work with you, right?”

“Listen, you are so hot. And if I met you in real life… fuck. It would be a different story.”

“This is real life.”

“You know what I mean.”

You get on your knees and crawl over to him between his legs. He shrinks back into the corner of the couch cushions. “C’mon. I won’t tell your boss.”

He swallows nervously. “You’re making it really hard for me to say no right now.”

You run your fingers over his belt. “Say you don’t want me to and I’ll stop.” Vigilante groans. You crawl forward again and press your forehead against his masked one, looking into his visor. “Tell me you don’t want me to suck your dick,” you whisper.

“Fuck…” He breathes. “And they call me crazy.”

“Maybe you should be more careful who you let in your car.”

His gloved hand grabs your wrist and for a second you think he’s going to make you stop but instead, he guides your hand onto the bulge through the fabric of his pants. Vigilante leans his head back, exposing a tiny glimpse of his neck between his mask and his suit. Your tongue finds the skin there, sliding across it and you feel him shiver underneath you.

It’s like he’s at your mercy now as you slowly, agonisingly slowly, undo his belt revealing the v-shape of his lower abdominal muscles covered in a smattering of brown hair. You slide your body down between his legs and kiss the trail of hair below his belly button while your hands work, unzipping his pants and pulling his boxers down.

Vigilante’s cock slaps his stomach when you release it from his boxers. Shit, you have a lot to work with. You’re already wet between your legs just from your conversation but the sight of him sprawled out in front of you - his entire body concealed with the exception of his hard cock - sends blood rushing to your pussy.

You lick your lips and the moment your tongue slides across his head, you feel his whole body tremble.

“Holy shit,” Vigilante whispers raggedly from behind his mask. He lifts his head to watch as his length disappears into your mouth, and you look up at him with wide eyes and hollow cheeks, sucking and running your tongue along the underside of his cock.

He grunts as you pull back to run your tongue slowly around his head again. His reaction makes your pussy ache with longing, thinking about how he’d sound with his mask off, moaning like that in your ear.

“Fuck, that’s it. Thaat’s it,” he says through gritted teeth as you find a rhythm, bobbing your head up and down. He threads his gloved hands through your hair - you think he’s going to start fucking your throat but you’re surprised when he doesn’t apply any force, letting you maintain your pace. Vigilante watches you on all fours, your ass in the air behind you as your mouth makes the wettest, sloppiest sucking sounds he’s ever heard.

Then he sees it. A glimpse of your hand under your tailored work skirt, confirming to him again that this isn’t just a ploy for early release. You’re really fucking turned on by being here, sucking his cock.

“Wait…” he whines, tugging gently at the base of your scalp. You pull back, replacing your mouth with your other hand so you can look at him. “Can I fuck you?”

You pull away and bite your lip, still pumping your hand up and down the length of his cock.

“You said you’d show me your face.” Time for your one last bargaining chip.

“I…” He hesitates, propping himself up on his elbows. “I can’t,” he pleads.

“You’ll have to cum here on your stomach then,” you grin, your wet fist picking up pace as he tenses his thighs and tries to stop his hips from jerking up into you. “If you show me your face I’ll let you cum inside me.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” he groans. You stop jerking him off and watch him as he pulls his mask off, tossing it aside on the coffee table. He takes a pair of glasses out of his pocket and puts them on.

You stare at him in shock. You were mostly just teasing him earlier- you hadn’t actually expected him to be this good-looking. Sure, you knew from him drinking his beer earlier that he had a nice jawline. But even in your fantasies, he was faceless - he never had gorgeous green eyes and tousled curly hair.

“You’re hot?” You blurt out before you can stop yourself. “What the fuck!?”

He smiles. And you can see it this time. It’s beautiful. He has dimples.

The intimidation you felt before when you first saw the masked killer in front of you is nothing compared to how you feel now. You practically melt, turning into putty. Feeling lightheaded you realise you’ve been holding your breath and begin making a conscious effort to breathe again. Seconds ago you were convinced he was at your mercy but now…

“Do whatever you want to me,” you say abruptly. Your underwear is flooded thinking that this man, this ridiculously beautiful killer wants to fuck you.

“Oh… I’m gonna.” He raises his eyebrows and lunges forward, pinning you to the couch and kissing your neck. His rough exterior armour digs into your chest. Your hands wander along his shoulders, trying to find the mechanism to unclip it. He feels your movements and pushes himself off of you so he can undo them himself.

You lie back, watching him remove his suit, revealing a host of white scars and purplish-yellow welts across his toned chest and abdomen. You undo the top two buttons of your blouse.

“Nuh-uh,” he says, tossing his under armour onto the floor. You let out a yelp of surprise when he grabs the opening of your shirt and rips it open, sending buttons scattering across his floor. He pushes your bra up, not bothering to take it off to suck on your tits.

You run your fingers through his curly hair, feeling him sloppily run his tongue over your nipple. His teeth clamp down on your breast - hard - and you squeal and yank his hair.

“Ow! Not so rough!”

He just gives you a mischievous smirk and you release your grip when he sucks the spot gently, in a sort of silent apology. It’s definitely going to leave a bruise tomorrow - a secret souvenir of your night with the masked man from the news all your friends know you have a crush on.

But Christ, what have you let yourself in for?

Vigilante moves down your body, kissing your stomach and pulling off your skirt and underwear in a single movement, throwing them haphazardly on the floor. You gasp when his mouth returns to your body and a soft, wet heat envelopes your pussy. He drags his tongue slowly, carefully along your slit.

“Oh fuck…” you whine, arching your back. “Vigilante, I- wait, fuck, what do I call you?”

“Vigilante,” he says between achingly slow licks. Every nerve ending seems to light up, sending blissful signals to your brain.

“No, I - I mean what’s your name?”

“Vigilante.”

God damn.

You look down and lock eyes with him, his pupils blown so wide his green eyes almost look black as he stares up at you, swirling his tongue in wide circles against your swollen clit. The entire lower half of your body tightens up and the walls of your pussy clench, desperate for something to squeeze around. His fingers, his cock - anything.

You reach down to find his large, gloved hand and tug at the fabric, trying to pull it off him.

He pulls his mouth back and removes his glove with his teeth.

“Is this what you want, baby?” He asks, running a single finger through your slick, wet folds and over your clit.

You nod.

“Beg for it.”

“Please, Vigilante.”

He sinks two fingers deep in your cunt.

“Is this what you fantasise about?” His questioning makes you tighten around his fingers as he draws them in and out of you. Your breathing quickens in time with his fingers pressing against that sweet spot deep inside your pelvis.

He stops abruptly and the whine that escapes you is pathetic.

“Answer me.”

“Y-yes,” you moan. “Every night.” You wriggle, trying to fuck yourself on his stationary fingers.

“Finger fucking yourself like this?” He curls his fingers up into you again.

“Mhmm.”

“Use your words.”

“Yes, fuck, just like… like this.” You bring your hand to your clit and start rubbing yourself in an obscene demonstration for him as he watches from his kneeling position, one hand between your thighs.

You’re close now, you can feel your orgasm burning up inside you as your cunt starts pulsing more consistently around his digits and your breathing gets heavier. Just as your release is about to crash over you, he withdraws his hand and grabs your wrist, moving your hand away from your clit.

“Wha-?” You pant dazedly. “I was just about to-”

“I know,” he smirks. “Not yet.”

Fuck. He’s fucking edging you.

His lips meet yours for the first time and you moan softly into his mouth. His tongue rolls against yours and you can still taste your sweet and salty juices on him.

Then, without warning, he flips you over and you gasp wordlessly face down on the leather couch in stunned silence. He pulls your hips back and up towards him.

“Fuck, Vigilante,” you choke, lifting your head up and arching your back, your brain working hard to regain awareness of its surroundings.

The weight of his body presses down on top of you as he leans down to whisper in your ear.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’re gonna forget my face in a line-up.”

Fuck.

He takes his cock and drags it over your soaking wet entrance, flushed and swollen for him and the broken sob that escapes you is desperate.

“Please,” you beg again. “Just let me cum.”

Vigilante sinks into you with a forceful jerk of his hips and your pussy seizes up tight around him as your face is forced onto the cold leather again. You try and push yourself up onto all fours.

“Nuh-uh, I like seeing you like this,” he says with another forceful thrust, knocking you off balance. “Hands behind your back.” You huff and do what he says, his still-gloved hand pinning your wrists behind you. “I shoulda just kept you tied up, huh?”

You can’t answer, you can’t move, you can’t do anything except just take him. Sparks of electricity reignite inside you, the deepest you’ve ever felt it as he pounds into you, hitting just that right spot again. You turn your head to look at him over your shoulder and when you see Vigilante biting his lip in concentration your walls start pulsing and squeezing around his cock.

“Not… yet.” He grunts. “Not ‘til I say.”

He pushes down on your wrists and it feels like all the air is being knocked from your lungs with every roll of his hips.

“Fuck, you’re such a… pretty… little… hostage,” he groans through gritted teeth, each thrust punctuated by his praise.

“Yes…” you whine because it’s all you can manage to say. It’s all you can think. That one singular confirmation repeating over and over again in your head - it’s all you want to be for him. Fuck, you’d happily spend the rest of your life locked in his apartment, letting him use you like this every time he came home after a night of murdering criminals.

Your eyes roll back in your head, fireworks rocketing and exploding into a million bright pieces. If there’s a heaven, it would look like this - a beaten-up leather couch in a shitty apartment in downtown Evergreen.

His other hand that’s free of his glove and not pinning you down reaches round and starts working your clit with rough, calloused fingertips. You squeeze your eyes shut, not realising they’ve been watering. Real tears leak from the corners, leaving your face a wet mess on the leather seat. You choke out a sob, not sure how much longer you can fight against your orgasm.

“Shh, shhh… it’s okay, baby. You can cum. Let it all out for me.”

And you do.

Everything goes dark and you’re lost in the pleasure that takes over your body, your climax wiping your mind blank of all thoughts except Vigilante. Your pussy clamps down hard like a vice around his cock as you squirm on his fingers. It’s only when you feel him shudder and collapse on top of you that you realise he’s come undone too.

You both lie there for a second, feeling the warmth of your combined mess leaking out and the sound of him panting, exhausted.

“Vigilante…” you say in a strained voice, breaking the silence.

“Yeah?” he exhales and takes another gulp of air.

“You’re crushing me.”

“Oh.” He hoists himself off of you. “Let me get you a towel.”

With difficulty, you sit back upright to wipe your eyes and fix your hair. Vigilante returns with a towel and you sit on it, grateful for the barrier between you and the wet, sticky couch cushion.

He throws himself back down beside you. “Whoo, I’m beat!” he says cheerfully. “What do you wanna do now?”

You look at him uncertainly and glance at your watch. “It’s one in the morning.”

“Right, cool. Do you wanna sleep on the couch or-”

‘I’m a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world. Life in plastic, it’s fantastic’

Who’s phoning you this late?

He picks up both of your phones from the coffee table. “It’s mine,” he says and accepts the call. “Hello?”

Wait - his ringtone is Barbie Girl too?

“It’s me,” says the same voice of the woman who called him earlier. “Have you dealt with the hostage yet?”

Vigilante looks at you and hesitates. He swallows. “Yeah. It’s done.”

“So she accepted the bribe? You’ve got the laptop?”

His eyes widen. “The bribe? Oh! Yeah, sure! The bribe...”

“Vij, you didn’t kill her, did you?”

“What?” He lets out a maniacal laugh. “You’re crazy, Harcourt, of course I didn’t kill her. What’s the, uh, budget again?” He winks at you and makes an ‘ok’ sign with his thumb and forefinger. He’s insane, you think.

“I dunno, like five grand?”

“Phew! Then yes, it is all dealt with. Done and dusted. I will get that laptop.”

“You don’t have the laptop yet!? Vigilante, you need to get the laptop before you hand over the money, idiot.”

“Copy that,” he grins.

“Vigilante, what the f-”

He hangs up, cutting her off and tosses his phone aside.

“Good news. I can let you go once you give me the laptop.”

“And the five grand?” You raise your eyebrows.

“Wait, you heard that?!”

“Uh, yeah?”

“Well not until you give me the laptop.”

“I can get it tonight if you need it? We just need to swing by my boss’s house before you drop me off.”

He frowns. “Oh. Right. Yeah, of course. I need to… need to take you home.”

You tilt your head to one side and look at him fondly. You fix his messy curls and he closes his eyes at your touch. “Or… I could stay here tonight? Pick up the laptop tomorrow morning once you’ve fixed me some breakfast?”

He perks up. “I could do that! …You’re one hundred per cent sure you can get it though, right?”

You sigh and extend your hand. “Give me my phone.” He does and watches you go through your contacts.

The line rings and a familiar but slightly croaky voice answers.

“Honey, it’s one in the morning. Is everything alright? Did you get home okay?”

“Hey Mom, I’m fine. Listen, I think I forgot to send an email before I left the office and I can’t sleep worrying about it. Can I pick up your laptop first thing tomorrow?”

She yawns. “Sure thing. Don’t get stressed about it. Just go get some sleep.”

“Thanks, boss. I love you.”

“Goodnight sweetie. I love you too.”

You grin as Vigilante gapes at you.

“Goff’s assistant… she’s your-?”

“Yup. Now c’mon, show me where your bedroom is.” You stand up and reach your hands out, waiting for him to guide you. You step on one of your shirt buttons as he leads you towards the hallway. “You owe me a new shirt, by the way.”

“I just made you five grand. Use that to buy a new shirt,” he says, opening the bedroom door.

“Hey, what happened to the hostage negotiation? These are the terms of my release.”

“Oh, you’re not going anywhere,” he smirks, shutting the door behind you.

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powerfultenderness · 2 years

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Dare

Rated: T+

Pairing: gn!Reader/Adrian Chase

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

Warnings: Some smooching.

Word Count: 2553

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

[Masterlist]

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

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

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

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

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

You shrugged, “it would prove Chris wrong.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peacemaker grinned and pointed at Adrian. “Tiebreaker!”

Everyone groaned again, knowing Adrian would just pick Peacemaker.

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

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

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

“See! Not impartial!”

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

“Alright! Drop it, Smith.” “But-”

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

“Fine! I won’t ask him!” “Ask what?”

“Nothing!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I said pick the prettiest person!”

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

“Well, everyone was yelling!”

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

“No!”

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

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

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

Oh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But!”

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

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

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

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

“Let’s just focus on the mission.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m actually a really good kisser!”

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

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

“Whatever, Vig! Now’s not the time!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“W-what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#vigilante x reader #adrian chase x reader #writing prompt

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