#peacemaker fanfiction

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F*ck You?

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

and the rest of the 11th Street Kids

Adrian Chase Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, it doesn’t.” John argues.

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

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

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

“Thanks!” You smile at her.

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

You look over at him, blushing. You nod.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, maybe.” Chris laughs hysterically.

[jediviolet]

i feel like with the wait for Peacemaker season 2 people are forgetting all about the lovable “sociopath” Vigilante/Adrian Chase. I feel like I’ve read every Vig fic there is to read and there’s a huge slow down in new ones! I would love any recs on here or any other sites of ppl’s fav vigilante fics or ones they’ve written themselves! Also any creators taking submissions for new vig fics reply too!! tysm <3

[ichorai]

dinner & diatribes ; adrian chase. (m)

track eleven of WASTELAND, BABY!

pairing ; adrian chase x gn!reader

synopsis ; the two of you only brought the worst out of each other, but you just couldn’t stay away.

words ; 1.8k

themes ; comedy, mild smut (?)

warnings / includes ; arguing, lots of swearing, they fuck against a desk but it's not too graphic and pretty glossed over, reader punches adrian and breaks his nose, chris is the embodiment of e_e

main masterlist.

“I had him!” you snarled, striding up to Adrian until the two of you were practically nose-to-nose. He had ripped his mask off earlier, seeing no point in keeping it on when everybody on the team was already very well aware of his not-so-secret secret identity. “He was the only shot we had at getting information and you just fucking—Argh! You ruined everything, you dumb fucking piece of motherfucking—!”

Raising his hands in a condescendingly placating manner, Adrian retorted, “Woah! Watch it, potty mouth!”

Frustration crawled through your skin and wove beneath your muscles, nestling within your bones. “God, I hate you. This was my mission. You had no right interfering—!”

“Well, excuse me, first of all, this was our mission. Second, I’m sorry for saving your ass!” he interrupted. “If it hadn’t been for me, you would be out there, bleeding out of multiple gunshot wounds, thinking to yourself, ‘Oh, I wish Vigilante was here to come rescue me! He’s so handsome and I wish I could have sex with him just one more time and tell him how sorry I am for being a dick and ignoring him and pretending like it had never fucking happened!’”

You clenched your jaw, eye twitching. Sure, the two of you had slept together once—it was the heat of the moment and the adrenaline after a bloody fight, really—sodden clothes were hastily torn away or pulled to the side, bleeding lips were roughly slanted against each other, and he had fucked you on top of Chris’ messy desk with wild abandon. So fucking what?

“I was more than capable of handling the situation on my own.”

“Oh, were you, really?” Adrian rolled his eyes. “Don’t kid yourself. Honestly, sometimes it feels like you wouldn’t even care if you died—!”

With a growl rumbling within your throat, you wound your arm back, clenched your hand into a tight fist, and struck Adrian squarely in the face. A bilious crack echoed throughout the dingy room. He reared backwards, clutching his most-likely broken nose, groaning loudly. 

You were well aware of the fact that the rest of the team was awkwardly watching the two of you hash it out. Tentative, Adebayo started saying, “Guys, I think we—”

“No!” you cut her off. “Fuck you, Adrian.”

With that, you stormed out of the room, ripping off the rest of your tactical gear along the way and cold fury wrapping its dark hands around your neck. 

“Fuck,” Adrian said, all stuffy from his bleeding nose. “That made me so hard.”

Chris smacked him on the back of his head, which made him squawk with pain.

“I don’t know, man,” said Chris, sticking his tongue out the corner of his mouth as he concentrated on scribbling a dove of peace on another one of his weapons that Harcourt hadn’t bothered emblazing, despite his repeated insistence. “Maybe you should apologize to Y/N. They seemed really pissed.”

Blowing a raspberry, Adrian waved his most best friend’s advice away. “Pfft—no, if anything, they should be the one apologizing to me. Did you see how my nose was all bloody and crooked?”

Chris momentarily turned his attention away from the crude drawing of the dove of peace (which, unsurprisingly, looked like a ghost), and scowled at the spectacled, borderline psychotic man-child across from him. “Jeez, stop overreacting. Harcourt set your nose back right after, don’t be such a baby.”

“But it hurt!” Adrian whined. “You know that a person’s sense of smell is probably, like, the most important sense out of all the senses?”

“I don’t think that’s true.” 

“Uh huh—scented candle businesses would go bankrupt if none of us could smell!”

Narrowing his eyes, Chris replied, “Yeah, but how the fuck would that make it the most important—ugh, you know what? Just go apologize to them. We have another mission tomorrow morning and I don’t want their panties in a twist because of you.”

Adrian chortled. “Heh, wouldn’t be the first time I twisted their pa—” At Chris’ sharp glare, he immediately cut himself short. “Fine! I’ll go, I’ll go. If I die, please play an episode of Friends at my funeral—specifically the episode where they hire Danny Devito as a stripper. I really liked that episode. I liked it a lot. You got that?”

“Yeah, Danny Devito, stripper, funeral, got it!” retorted Chris, clearly not listening anymore as he waved Adrian away.

Squaring his shoulders, Adrian marched away from his trusted friend and headed to the room down the hall, pushing the door open and peeking his head through. He saw you buried behind a pile of paperwork on your desk, muttering incoherently beneath your breath. 

When you noticed him come in, he pursed his lips and waved awkwardly, shutting the door behind him.

“Hey,” he called out from the other side of the room, a bit too loudly. You winced at his volume, and he moved closer before parroting himself, this time much quieter. “Hey.” 

“Hey,” came your tentative, stiff reply. “What do you want?”

The man in front of your desk cleared his throat, rocking himself back onto his heels as he swung his arms awkwardly. “I, uh, just wanted to apologize.”

“Oh, yeah?” You crossed your arms, cocking one of your eyebrows expectantly. “Go on, then.”

“I’m…” Adrian doubled over groaning, stomping his feet like a petulant child, before righting himself and huffing in an overexaggerated manner. “Ugh, I hate this. Fuck—I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have said those things to you. It was unprofessional.”

Humming, the beginnings of a smirk began to play with the corner of your lips. “Great, thanks. You can go now.”

Adrian stayed rooted to the spot, staring at you blankly. 

“What?” you asked him.

He scowled, gesturing to his slightly-crooked nose.

Rolling your eyes to the ceiling, you sighed. “Fine. I’m sorry for punching you. Happy?”

“Yeah, pfft, whatever—doesn’t even hurt,” he bluffed, leaning his weight onto your desk in an effort to appear nonchalant. 

You scoffed. “With how you were groaning, you made it sound like I nearly killed you.”

“You’ve got a strong punch, okay?” he heatedly rebutted, before haughtily sticking his sore chin up in the air. After another second of tense silence, he glanced at you from the corner of his eyes, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his fucked-up nose. He coughed into his fist, before muttering, “Honestly, though… it was really fucking hot.”

The dull wooden edge of your desk dug into your lower back as Adrian leaned over you, mouth rough on yours, glasses knocked askew amidst his vigor. One of his hands were buried in your roots at the back of your head, anchoring you close to him, and the other pinned your thighs apart so he could slot between them. Your hands were tightly curled up in the gap between his sweltering skin and his suit’s dark armor, yanking him to bridge the gap between you. His nose brushed your cheekbone every time he surged forward to kiss you—and it sent a mild jolt of pain spidering down his spine, but he didn’t seem to mind it too much, rather preoccupied with other sensations.

Clothes were hastily pulled to the side, sweat beaded both of your foreheads, and strained gasps fell through your lips as he began to move against you.

Neither punching Adrian nor fucking him afterwards were on your agenda for today, but you certainly weren’t complaining. And judging by how loudly he was moaning into the brutal kiss, he wasn’t going to complain, either.

With one final roll of his hips into yours, he bucked forward with a strangled, choking noise as his climax washed over him just when you were pushed off the edge as well, sinking his teeth into the flesh of your shoulder, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“God, you’re loud,” you panted, snaking your hands to his hair to gently pull him away from the crevice of your neck. 

He stared at you with full-blown pupils, delighting in the fact that you were quivering against him ever so slightly. “And you’re so fucking hot.”

“Alright, buddy, we’re done here,” you said, patting his chest, before pushing away and straightening out your wrinkled clothes. “This is the last time this is ever happening, by the way.”

Adrian scoffed, righting his glasses up his nose. “Uh huh, yeah right. Admit it, you just can’t resist me. I’m like the peanut butter to your jelly! The… the chocolate to your pizza!”

Nose wrinkling, you shook your head incredulously. “What? Who the fuck eats chocolate with pizza?”

“Uh, duh, I do,” he replied, as if it were obvious. “It’s amazing—you should really try it. I don’t know, maybe you could come over to my place one day and have some. Nothing beats the perfect ratio of greasy-crispy Hawaiian pizza and Nutella straight from the jar.”

Kiss-swollen lips parting, you leaned against your desk out of interest once again. Adrian was fidgeting with his hands awkwardly and began looking everywhere but you, like he hadn’t just fucked you silly literally a minute ago.

“Are you asking me out?”

“No!” he said. “Maybe.”

You regarded him with a strange look.

“Ugh, yes, fine, I’m asking you out. Well, technically in—I’m asking you into my house. Preferably into my bed—”

“Alright!” you interrupted, holding your hands out. “Fine. Only this one time. But just because you’ve come in me twice by now doesn’t mean you can go on falling in love with me, okay?”

Brightening, Adrian sidled closer to you, the green of his eyes glimmering beneath the flickering lights hanging over your desk. “Don’t worry, that won’t be a problem. If anything, you should watch out for falling in love with me. I’m quite the catch, you know?”

It was hard to suppress the growing grin forming over your lips. “You’ve got the Barbie Girl song as your ringtone.”

“Yeah, and? It’s a good song—super catchy. It’s practically a chick magnet,” he defended, beaming like an idiot. 

You rolled your eyes, patting his chest twice, before striding away from both him and your desk, off to go to the bathroom to clean up the sticky mess between your thighs. Adrian watched you go, before repeatedly punching the air with excitement and breaking out into a dance—not to music, but to the buzz of the office’s artificial lights, and the lethargic whir of the semi-broken air conditioner. 

 From outside, he could hear Chris greet you, and he momentarily paused in his little victory jig.

“Oh, hi, Y/N! Hah, your hair’s all messed up, why do you look like you just had your brains fucked—oh. Oh. God damn it, you guys better not have done it on my desk again!”

[lysenfeu]

Pair of Aces - Chapter 6. Day Six

Pair of Aces

Chapter 6. Day Six

Rating: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 10k

Summary: Things get messy with the Butterflies and even messier with our pair back at the motel. Chapter Content: Graphic violence/ Canon-typical violence, Explosions, Blood, Mild gore, Smut (F/M)

A/N: It's finally heeeeere! Sorry this took a trillion years, real life has been a pain and this is a beast of a chapter. Hopefully, the length (and 🔥content🔥) will make up for the delay! All I have to say is that it's the last night in the motel and we all knew where this was headed 👀

(NOTE: The smut-specific content warnings are after the cut because they kind of include spoilers, please read at your own discretion!)

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*SPOILERS* Kissing, Biting (like, a lot), Nipple play, Fingering (F receiving), Oral (F and M receiving), Hair Pulling, a little Facefucking, PIV, Rough sex, Unprotected sex, Creampie, a tiny bit of Cum play *END SPOILERS*

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She groaned as her alarm went off way earlier than she ever would have liked. They needed an early start to put their plan into action but that didn't mean she had to enjoy it. The grumpy wake-up call was followed by a rushed breakfast of fruit and granola bars. They needed to be at the mission site and finish preparing for the Glen Tai delivery before their scheduled drop-off at noon. The pair were finally finishing gearing up just before it was time to head out.

She looked over at the mess spread out on his bed and rolled her eyes. "You don't need four guns, Vig. You only have two hands."

"What if one of the guns gets knocked out of my hands?"

She sighed. "Okay, fine. Three guns, then you have an extra. But that's it!"

"But what if another one gets knocked out of my hands!"

"Then you're bad at your job and shouldn't be in the field." She shot him a pointed look.

"Hm." Vig wrinkled his nose in thought as he packed away the three weapons. "Note to self: don't let the bad guys take more than one gun." He finished fiddling with his gear and met her at the front door.

"Ready for this?"

She grinned at him. "This is what I live for. Let's go."

They climbed in the Sebring and headed over to the unassuming farmhouse, anxious to get the day started.

The plan was simple. First, they needed to get into the tunnels before the delivery was scheduled to arrive. They had scoped out a route the night before while exploring, so that was easy. They'd place the adhesive explosion prototypes Task Force X had included in their gear along key structure points in the tunnels.

When the Butterflies show up, they would blow up the entrance to trap them inside and then mow them down in waves until nothing was left standing. After that, they could collapse the tunnel exit once they were clear and call it a day. Just some high-tech explosions and murder. You know, simple stuff.

Setting up was the easiest part, planting the sticky-backed bombs evenly along the cavern went smoothly. Then they camped out by the car, well hidden behind the foliage, and waited for the delivery truck's arrival.

Shortly after noon, a large white delivery truck pulled up to the edge of the property. Two dozen people climbed out the back, all carrying crates full of glass jars into the house.

They waited for a few moments to ensure they wouldn't be spotted and then quickly followed after them. They knew exactly where the hatch was this time, kicking it open and dropping down to catch the delivery squad off guard.

She could barely take her eyes off him as he immediately opened fire on the group of Butterflies. He was a blur of black and teal as he expertly cleared the room, dropping half the group with ease. The noise was insane, gunfire and screams mixed with smashing glass and broken crates. The remaining people begin screeching and running down the underground maze in an attempt to escape.

That was her cue, she whipped out the prototype trigger and started setting off the bombs furthest back first. Several loud booms sounded one after the other and the tunnels began collapsing, trapping the Butterflies in an increasingly smaller space as Vigilante pushed forward.

She followed along behind him, double-tapping the downed bodies through the skull to ensure they all stayed down. She didn't even have a clear shot ahead as Vig raced after the last few stragglers.

Fucking hell, he's good at this.

He had managed to take down nearly the entire group in less than a half hour. Finally the last of the screeching stopped and he popped back into view. He walked back towards her and headed to the ladder leading back to the farmhouse.

"All clear! Let's blow this fucker up!"

She laughed a little at his obvious excitement, but hell he deserved it after that performance. She turned around and started walking back with him, pulling out the trigger to set off the last two charges. Just as she pressed the 3-second timer, her foot caught on a splintered crate and she tumbled to the floor.

She scrambled to get back up, she needed to get the hell out of range immediately. Suddenly two strong hands were wrapped around her, Vigilante tugged her off the filthy ground and around the corner just before the walls collapsed behind her.

"Holy shit!" She coughed violently as she rolled over and stared up at the roof of the nearly destroyed cavern.

Vigilante was on the ground next to her, covered in dirt. He looked over at her. "You good?"

She carefully inspected herself for any damage, minus some dirt of her own everything seemed fine. "Yeah, still all in one piece." She looked back at him. "Thanks."

He wiped off his visor and wiped the dust off his pants as he stood up. "No problem. I wasn't going to let you get blown up, that would just be stupid."

She scrambled to her feet and surveyed the damage. Everything behind them was blown to rubble, the entire system of tunnels had been reduced to a pile of rocks and dirt, effectively camouflaging all the bodies they'd left behind. She would have been one of them if Vigilante hadn't grabbed her.

"Well, I'm glad you also think me dying is stupid." She shot him a grateful smile and grabbed his arm, tugging him towards the exit they'd blocked off for their escape route. "Come on, let's get the fuck out of this mess."

"One second!" He stopped in his tracks and whipped his phone out of his pocket. Turning around, he angled his front-facing camera and snapped a picture throwing a peace sign with the collapsed rubble behind him.

"Peacemaker is gonna love this, what a great day."

She was halfway up the exit ladder with him closely behind, tucking his phone into his utility belt. After they both made it back to the car a safe distance away, she detonated the last explosive and the entrance to the tunnel collapsed in on itself, destroying a significant portion of the house's foundation along with it. She stared for a moment at the destruction, the culmination of the entire week-long mission. They'd done it, had a literal blast and successfully completed their objective. Tomorrow they'd check out of the motel and be back in Evergreen by dinner. A pang hit her stomach at the thought but she wasn't sure why.

Shoving the thoughts aside, she climbed into the passenger seat of the Sebring. Vig had just started driving them back to town when the tinny echoes of Aqua started playing from his pocket.

“Ah shit, can you grab that?”

She reached over and grabbed the cell phone out of his utility belt. Checking the display, she saw that it was Harcourt calling.

The call was quick. After informing Emilia about what they’d found and why they had needed to blow the whole thing up, she promised to file the reports quickly and it was all taken care of.

She hung up the phone and looked over at Vigilante with an unimpressed expression. "So, why the fuck is your ringtone 'Barbie Girl'?"

“Hey! Aqua is the bomb!" He was immediately defensive, under no circumstances would Vigilante tolerate Aqua slander.

"Obviously, I would never insult the legendary Europop group Aqua! I just think Barbie Girl is super overrated." She shrugged dismissively. "Dr.Jones does way more of the heavy lifting on Aquarium and never gets the same respect."

He scoffed in disgust. “Uh, hard no. Barbie Girl is the definitive Aqua single, no contest.”

"Clearly you've been concussed because you're talking absolute fucking nonsense right now." She was not going to back down from this, he was undeniably incorrect. However, the offended noises he emitted in response did not seem to agree with her.

"Look, there's only one way to settle this debate. Pass me the aux cord!" She pulled out her phone and gestured towards him.

Vig coughed awkwardly. “Uh…yeah, so the Vigilantemobile doesn't have one. Cassettes or CDs only."

"Fucking cassettes?" She wrinkled her nose. "Dude, your car sucks."

He sighed. "Yeah, I know. But it's mine, you know?" He patted the steering wheel fondly. "Anyways, just pop the glove box."

She grabbed at the latch in front of her and opened the passenger glove box. Stuffed next to some crumpled papers and napkins was a beat-up CD folder. She flipped it open and quickly located the bright blue disc they needed, Aqua's debut album Aquarium. She briefly stared down at the decades-old CD, it truly was a relic of the past, just like the Sebring.

She popped the album into the disc drive and queued up track three before grinning at him.

"Ready to lose?"

"You fucking wish." Vig took his eyes off the road for a second to address her with a deadly serious tone. “You do not get to be Barbie right now, got it?”

“Damn dude, fine. It’s all you.” She threw up her hands in deference and accepted her role as Ken.

Hiya, Barbie. Hi, Ken! You wanna go for a ride? Sure, Ken. Jump in!

She waited patiently as Vig sang out the chorus by himself. She hated to admit it but he really was nailing the song.

I'm a blonde bimbo girl in a fantasy world Dress me up, make it tight, I'm your dolly You're my doll, rock and roll, feel the glamour in pink Kiss me here, touch me there, hanky-panky

She paused for a moment after finishing her two lines of the verse.

Has Aqua always been this horny? Geez.

Vig finally finished singing along with the track and “How do you not love this song?”

“I do! It’s a great track, that was never in question. I just think it’s overrated in comparison. You’ll see.” She skipped forward a track and queued up her song.

“You can do the chorus and the dude parts but that’s it, okay?” She had her own rules for this sing-off too.

He nodded at her. “That’s fair.”

Sometimes the feelin' is right You fall in love for the first time Heartbeat and kisses so sweet Summertime love in the moonlight

It had been ages since she listened to this album but she still knew all the words by heart, Dr.Jones really was the supporting pillar of Aquarium.

Baby, I am missin' you I want you by my side And I hope you'll miss me too Come back and stay I'll think about you every day I really want you too You swept my feet right off the ground You're the love I found

Her cheeks hurt from grinning with enthusiasm as they belted out the duet verse and launched into the chorus together. There was nothing like some impromptu karaoke to cap off a brutal murder spree!

The song faded out just as Vig pulled into the motel parking lot and the pair tumbled into their room, giddy from all the adrenaline and Europop.

She kicked off her boots and unzipped her dirt-covered jacket, tossing them in a pile by the door. She was relieved her outfit underneath was still fairly clean, it had been a very messy day.

"So, are you going to change your ringtone now that we've established the superior song?" She spun around to grin at him, expecting a snappy defence of Barbie Girl but she was startled by just how close he was.

He had finished stripping off his armour and was just in his black shirt and pants standing right behind her. She took a step back to make some room between them but he stepped towards her in return, quickly invading her space. She shuffled backwards and he was almost directly in front of her when she suddenly collided with the back of the couch and nearly toppled over.

"Woah!"

His hands reached out and grabbed onto her shoulders at the same time she instinctively wrapped hers around his waist to steady herself. She was caught off guard by how warm and solid he felt under her hands. She fisted her fingers into the material of his shirt and suddenly felt something …wet?

"Uh, who's blood is this?" She awkwardly let him go and brought her hand up to show him the bright red splotches left on her skin.

"Oh, shit!" He jumped back from her and immediately tugged at his shirt, feeling out the stain she had discovered on his side. He grimaced as he felt the blood-soaked fabric and quickly stripped it off. Her eyes widened at the unexpected sight of a now half-naked Vigilante in front of her, wildly spinning around on the way to the bathroom mirror trying to inspect himself for wounds. He shut the door behind him and she heard water running for a moment.

She was still in a bit of a daze staring at the bathroom door when he came back out a few minutes later.

"False alarm, definitely not my blood but man was there a lot of it. Did I miss any?" He gestured at his still-bare torso and held his arms out, slowly spinning in a circle for her to inspect.

Oh, goddammit.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to remain calm as she surveyed his barely dressed body. He was in incredible shape, that's for certain. There were a few droplets of water dripping down his chest, drawing her eye across his pecs and down his abs, before hitting the waistband of his tactical pants. Frankly, she wasn't sure if she was disappointed or not that there wasn't any blood left on him.

Fuck. Okay, that's enough.

She swallowed hard and shook her head, managing to tear her gaze away from him. "You're all good." She was halfway into giving him a thumbs up before she remembered the mess on her hand.

"Gross." She murmured, looking down at the bloodstains.

"Here, let me help." Vigilante quickly grabbed something from the bathroom, walked over and grabbed her wrist. He held her hand up and gently wiped a damp washcloth across her palm, slowly washing away the blood.

She fought down a blush at how close he suddenly was, still shirtless. She could feel the heat radiating from his bare skin. She stared down at his hands working to clean her up, slightly dazed at how sweet he was being. Two hours ago, those same hands were responsible for the deaths of over a dozen people and now they were ever so softly holding hers, cleaning off his victim's blood.

He swiped the cloth over her palm one more time and then stepped back a bit. "There we go."

"Thanks."

"No problem! You should probably take your shirt off now."

Her dazed mind raced to process the sudden request. "W-what?"

He frowned in concern. "To make sure there's no blood on you?"

"Oh."

She was still entirely distracted and without thinking, moved her hand to grab the edge of her shirt. She was about to lift it over her head when Vigilante interrupted her, holding out her duffel bag in his hands.

"You should clean up and get changed, the bathroom's all yours!"

"Right, yes. Obviously. That makes sense." She dropped the hem of her top and lost the fight against blushing, turning a lovely shade of tomato red as she grabbed her bag, ran to the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.

Thankfully, there wasn't much blood on her. A few small stains on her top had soaked through to her bra and she quickly stripped it off and ducked into the tub. She was towelling off from her quick shower when she heard a knock on the motel room's front door. She immediately started to panic, no one was supposed to know they were there.

She heard Vigilante's muffled voice and pressed an ear to the door. He was saying something that sounded like 'thank you' to someone and then she heard the door close.

She quickly got dressed in her last pair of clean pyjamas, her usual tank top and shorts combo, and flew out of the bathroom to assess the situation. Vigilante was standing beside the couch, still shirtless but having changed into a pair of sweatpants.

"What's going on?"

He cocked his head to the side at her in confusion. "Hm?"

"I heard someone?"

"Oh!" He reached over and held up a large brown paper bag. "I got us Chinese food!"

She stared at him blankly. "You ordered delivery… to the room no one is supposed to know we're staying in?"

He had the decency to look a little nervous at her question. "Well, we're leaving tomorrow morning and there's no one around and he didn't see anything weird so it's fine, right?"

"You don't think the delivery guy is going to remember a half-naked dude in a fucking mask?"

"He might remember me, sure, but it's not like he knows who I am! Who's he going to tell?" He put the bag down on the coffee table. "I was just trying to surprise you, today was fucking awesome and I thought we deserved a treat."

She sighed and relaxed a little, it was a nice surprise. She eyed the takeout bag appreciatively before snapping her attention back to Vigilante. "Why are you still shirtless anyways? Get dressed."

He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "Um, I can't."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Why not?"

"I'm out of clean shirts."

"You…you're out of clean shirts." She stared at him in disbelief. "How many shirts did you pack?"

"Two."

"For a week?!"

"Yes! Usually that's fine but you got gross goo on one, now the other is all bloody and I can't do anything about that now!"

He crossed his arms defensively across his chest, forcing her attention to his well-defined pecs. He wasn't seriously going to spend the whole night like this, was he?

Oh god, I'm not going to survive.

She flopped down on the couch with a sigh. "Fine, whatever. Let's just eat, I'm starving."

Vig tore open the takeout bag and began to unpack the various containers. He leaned over to grab some of the food, placing his shirtless self right in front of her face. She scooted back as far as she could, trying to resist the urge to grab his bicep and see if it was as firm as it looked. She accidentally knocked against his knee moving away and the soup container in his hands wobbled, threatening to splash over.

"Hey, watch it!" She glared at him. "If you make a mess, you're cleaning it up."

"Okay, okay!"

He steadied his hand and finished serving them both. She flicked on the TV, barely paying any attention to whatever was on but grateful for the small distraction as they ate.

She eyed the last piece of chicken in the container and glanced over at Vig. He had his eyes glued to the TV and didn't seem to notice her staring down his last bite.

What's the worst that could happen?

She darted her hand forward and speared the chicken on her fork, quickly raising it to her mouth. She had made it about halfway before he lunged at her and knocked her flat on the couch, grasping at the fork she held.

She let out a noise of outrage as his body pressed her firmly into the couch, pinning her down. She desperately tried to pull the fork out of his grip, trying her best to ignore how hard he was pressed against her. How the hell had he reacted that quickly?

"How dare you!" He hissed at her, still trying to wrestle the fork out of her hand. "That was mine and you know it."

"No way!" She protested weakly, she wasn't going to admit he was right.

"You're a thief. You know thieves need to be punished." He looked down at her, his face mere inches away from her. "At this point, you're practically begging for it."

She flushed a bright pink at his accusation, there was absolutely no way she was admitting he was right again. She tried to wrench her hand out of his grasp but failed against his strong grip. "I most certainly am no-" She stopped in surprise as their tug of war over the fork caused large blobs of sauce to fly off the utensil and splatter down her arm.

"Oh, great. Now you're making a fucking mess." She glared up at him.

He tightened his grip on her wrist and focused his gaze on the gooey drops splashed on her skin. "Well, then I better clean it up."

Her eyes widened as he leaned in closer and slowly parted his lips. The tip of his tongue flicked out and he licked a stripe up the inside of her wrist, trailing a wet line across her skin as he cleaned up the sticky mess.

Heat pooled between her legs and her heart started to race as she felt his tongue working along the sensitive skin on the inside of her wrist. What little of her self-control remained was dangerously close to snapping. She had spent the entire week avoiding this ridiculous tension and now she could feel every muscle, every hard edge of his torso on top of her. She couldn't give in now. She didn't hook up on the job, it was a liability. It was unprofessional. It was a risk. There was too much at stake. It was never worth it…

It's not worth it. It's …not …

She was shaken from her inner lecture when Vigilante pressed a small kiss to her wrist and turned towards her.

"There, all better."

He grinned at her and swiped his tongue along his bottom lip to lick the last of the sauce off.

Oh fuck it.

She moved her hand to grab his jaw and without giving either of them a moment to think about what was happening, she pulled him towards her and pressed her lips against his. The kiss was hard and desperate, she was pouring out the entire week’s worth of frustration into it. She swiped her tongue against his bottom lip and he easily opened his mouth to let her in. He tasted like sweet and sour sauce, they probably both did.

Finally, they were forced to break away for air. The pair were left breathless and panting, staring at each other in a mix of confusion and arousal. Vigilante broke the heavy silence first.

"Don't think this will let you off the hook for stealing my food.”

She was about to protest his accusation but he ducked down for another kiss before she could speak. The fork clattered to the floor as they both dropped it, he slipped his hand behind her head instead and she moved hers to cup his jaw. He tangled his fingers in the hair at the nape of her neck, holding her firm in his grasp as he kissed her. He caught her bottom lip between his teeth and bit down, tugging on it. She moaned at the slight twinge of pain mixed with pleasure before he pulled back.

“Fuck.” He swore as he looked her over, her eyes were half-lidded and dark, her lips shiny and swollen from his kiss. "I knew you'd like that."

He shifted his weight and moved his hand from the back of her head down to her shoulder. He brushed his fingertips softly along her collarbone and up the side of her neck. Hooking his thumb under her jaw, he applied some pressure and forced her to turn her head and expose her throat to him.

"I'm biting you again."

There was no question in his tone, he was simply telling her what was about to happen. He leaned down and nipped at a spot right under her ear, smirking against her skin as he heard her breath hitch.

He whispered softly next to her ear, "That's for stealing my food."

He moved down, nuzzling against her neck before biting the side of her throat with more pressure.

"That's for not admitting you liked this last night."

Finally, he reached the junction between her neck and shoulder. Without waiting, he sank his teeth hard into the soft flesh right over her pulse point. She cried out, arching against him as the sharp points of his incisors dug into her skin.

He whispered into her shoulder. "And that's because I fucking wanted to."

He planted a soft kiss over the mark he'd made to slightly soothe the sting and started to pull away from her. She shot out her hand and grabbed the back of his neck, pressing his face against her before he could pull back. She could barely think straight, heat was coursing through her veins and there was only one thing she needed.

Her voice was thick and laced with desire when she finally spoke. "Don't stop."

He let out a low growl that vibrated against her skin and immediately acquiesced to her request. He nipped along her shoulder and back up her neck, a path of red marks tracing his steps. She arched up into him, feeling the warmth from his bare chest radiate through the painfully thin tank top she had on.

He kissed and bit every inch of skin he could reach, leaving scorching trails across her body. Taking full advantage of the low-cut neckline of her top, he dipped his head down to sink his teeth into the soft flesh at the swell of her breasts. He smirked against her skin when he felt her nipples tighten in response. She gasped when he leaned down and caught her left nipple between his teeth, the sharpness of his canines barely blunted by the thin fabric barrier.

She dug her nails into his shoulder as he swirled his tongue around the hardened bud, saliva soaking through her top. The ache between her thighs was growing and she knew her panties were already soaked.

He slid his hand over her hip and tugged at the hem of her top.

"Can I take this off?" He mumbled the question as he fidgeted with the edge of the soft material.

She pushed him back slightly and arched her back off the couch in response. In a single motion, she grabbed the hem and yanked the tank top over her head, throwing it across the room behind her.

"Better?"

He swallowed hard as he stared down at her, now half-naked beneath him. His gaze roved over her exposed chest, down her sternum and across her stomach before ultimately settling directly on her bare breasts.

"Fucking perfect." His voice was low and hoarse as he drank her in. He cautiously smoothed his fingertips across her skin, tracing a path up her sides and along her ribs to the undersides of her breasts. Her head tipped back and her eyes fluttered closed as he brushed his thumbs over her nipples. She let out a small squeak as he suddenly pinched one and he chuckled at her reaction.

"Shut up, they're sensitive." She flushed in embarrassment and smacked him lightly on the shoulder.

He cocked his head to the side and softly squeezed the flesh under his hand. "Should I be gentle?"

She bit her lip and looked up at him. "That's not what I said."

A grin split across his face and he squeezed her breast harder, watching her eyes roll back as she bit down on her lip. He kneaded the soft flesh in his hands, teasing her nipples into stiff peaks. Soft moans escaped her as she arched into his touch, his hands were calloused and rough against her skin. They were hands that got used regularly, to fight, shoot and kill, and right now, turn her insides to jelly.

She nearly bit through her lip when he caught a nipple between his teeth, biting down until she hissed and dug her nails into his shoulder. He released the tender bud and soothed it with his tongue.

He skimmed a hand down her side and across her lower abdomen until he hit the waistband of her shorts, briefly dipping his fingers past the elastic before retreating. He did it again before she huffed and pushed at his wrist, quickly shoving his hand past the band of both her shorts and underwear. He let out a short laugh at her desperation.

"You're so impatient."

As he slid his hand further down he quickly realized why she was so eager for him to touch her, groaning loudly as his fingers swiped through the absolute mess between her legs.

"Holy shit, you're soaked. How long have you been this turned on?"

Her face burned at the question. The answer was rather embarrassing at this point and she was having a hard enough time thinking straight while his fingers swirled around, teasing her slick entrance.

"Come on, answer me."

"Is this your usual interrogation technique?" She bit out a sarcastic response, trying to deflect the questioning.

"Nope. You're just special."

She bit back a whimper as his fingers ghosted over her clit but still avoided giving her the friction she was craving.

She closed her eyes and sighed. "All fucking day."

"All day? Why?"

She bit her lip and avoided his curious gaze. He frowned slightly and slid the pad of his middle finger over her clit, lightly pressing against it.

"Oh, god." She threw her head back as a jolt of electricity shot through her.

"Tell me." He pressed a finger against her clit again.

Her inner resolve snapped for the second time that evening and she couldn't help but blurt out the truth. "Fine! I like watching you work."

His hand stilled and she fought the instinct to whine at the loss of movement. He looked at her in disbelief.

"Really?"

"Yes."

He moved his fingers away and she failed to hold back another whine as her hips rocked up, desperate for more contact.

"You like watching me fight?"

He was being such a fucking tease, she couldn't take much more of this. She'd behaved all week long and now she just needed to lose herself, turn off all the thoughts in the back of her head. Her voice was low but still audible as she quietly admitted more. "Not just fight, I like watching you win."

She was about to go on when she was interrupted by him roughly capturing her lips, swallowing the loud moan she let out as he suddenly plunged a finger inside her. He quickly added a second, easily sinking them into her wet heat.

He released her mouth and started sucking marks along her neck and chest as he found a steady rhythm fucking into her with his hand, his thumb brushing against her clit as she whimpered underneath his touch. His teeth grazed against her nipple and her walls clenched around his fingers. This, this is what she needed from Vigilante right now.

She was moving against him, angling her hips to try and get his fingers in deeper. He was so close to hitting that sweet spot hidden inside but to her annoyance, his wrist was trapped by the waistband of her shorts and she couldn't quite get the relief she needed.

"Fuck, hold on one second!" She huffed and tugged on his wrist, biting back a whine as he pulled his digits from her and sat back with a confused look on his face.

"Need these off, now." She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and slid the offending clothing off her hips. He quickly caught on and helped her pull them down her legs, flinging them somewhere into the room behind him. He shifted his position on the couch, placing his hands between her knees and slowly spread them apart.

She rested one foot on the back of the couch cushion and the other on the floor as she opened her thighs as far as she could. She was now completely naked and fully exposed to him. He groaned, red-tinted visor trained firmly on her glistening cunt. He unconsciously licked his lips at the sight before realizing there was something important he could ask her.

"Hey. Can… Can I eat your pussy?" He rested his cheek on her inner thigh as he searched her expression for a reaction.

She nearly choked on her own spit at the unexpected filth that just flew out of his mouth. He sounded like he was asking if he could have the last granola bar, not fuck her with his tongue.

It was an enticing offer she had to admit. It had been ages since she'd let someone do that, it never ended up being worth it. But he knew that already and was still offering... She watched his tongue flick out and drag across his bottom lip, his hungry gaze fixed firmly between her legs. The momentary anxiety she felt was quickly shoved to the side as the throbbing in her pussy helped her make a decision. There was just one thing she needed to make sure of.

"One condition."

"Anything."

She hesitated for a second before continuing. "Promise you'll make me cum?"

He seemed surprised by her request but quickly agreed. "That's pretty much the best part, so yeah. Absolutely."

"Say it." She caught his gaze behind the red glass of his visor and they locked eyes.

"I promise I'll make you cum with my mouth."

She sucked in a sharp breath at the way the words just rolled off his tongue nonchalantly before nodding at him, giving him the permission he needed.

He moved slowly, placing light kisses on her inner thigh as he inched his half-masked face down to her core. He gently spread her open with his fingers and she squirmed under his touch. He made an absolutely gorgeous sight between her legs, the exposed half of his face disappearing behind her thighs as he leaned in to taste her, leaving just part of his visor, black fabric, and white and teal stripes on his mask visible.

He gave a few experimental licks, humming softly with appreciation as her flavour hit his tongue. She shifted her hips under him, urging him closer. He started to swirl his tongue around, trying to find that sweet spot he had under his thumb just before.

He finally hit just the right spot, brushing the flat of his tongue against her clit and he felt her respond instantly. A loud gasp flew from her lips as her hips jerked upwards against his mouth. He wrapped an arm across her lower stomach and pressed down, trying to hold her still as he focused his attention on that sweet spot.

He relentlessly ran the tip of his tongue over her clit, relishing the noises she was making in response. She rocked her hips against him and slid a hand behind his head, trying to hold on to something as she writhed against his face. Her fingers accidentally grazed the seam at the back of his mask and he instinctively flinched, pulling back from her. She withdrew her hand as fast as she could.

"Shit, I'm sorry! I wasn't going to take it off, I just needed to hold on to something."

She panted, trying to catch her breath as she pleaded with him. She was so fucking close, she needed him to keep going. "Please, please don't stop."

His tone was cautious. "Just don't-"

"I won't. I'd never."

He slowly nodded. "Okay, I trust you."

She didn't have time to deal with the full implication of his words before he dove back between her legs with confidence. All traces of rational thought flew from her mind as his tongue plunged into her soaking pussy, eager to fulfil his promise.

She fisted her hands in the fabric of the couch as best she could as her hips lifted entirely off the cushions, grinding harder and harder against his face. Her taste flooded his mouth and he couldn't help but moan into her core, the vibrations rippling through her dripping center.

The waves of pleasure she was riding quickly started to reach the shore as Vigilante pushed her closer and closer to the edge. A barely coherent string of curses fell from her lips when he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked, hard.

When he did it a second time she was sent flying over the edge, crying out and clamping her shaky thighs down around his head as she gushed all over his tongue, lips and chin. His mask rubbed against the sensitive skin on her inner thighs as he continued to lick at her, consuming every drop of pleasure that spilled out. When she couldn't take any more stimulation she lightly pushed at his shoulders and he finally let her go.

He sat back on his heels as he licked his lips and wiped his face clean with the back of his hand.

"Promise fulfilled?"

A lazy smile spread across her face as she basked in the afterglow of his successfully completed guarantee.

"Fuck yes."

She slowly sat up on the couch and looked over at him. She couldn't help but chuckle at the satisfied smirk that was plastered on his face, his adorable dimples on full display.

"Good. That was really fun, you taste amazing."

"Oh yeah?"

She leaned over and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. She could taste herself, rich and heavy on his lips and determined he was correct. She quickly deepened the kiss chasing more of it, slipping her tongue into his mouth.

She sat up further and slid over to him, shoving at his shoulders to push him against the back of the couch and climbing onto his lap. She straddled him, instantly feeling his hard cock trapped through the thin fabric of his sweatpants.

She placed her hand along his throat, moving her thumb under his jaw and turning his head to the side in a mirror of his earlier actions.

"Your turn."

Her voice was raspy and thick with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She leaned over and nipped at the soft spot under his jaw, smiling when he twitched and grabbed at her waist in response. His large hands spread across her entire back as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. She gasped as her bare chest was pressed against his, her sensitive nipples rubbing against the hard lines of his muscles.

As long as she kept touching him, there was nothing else occupying her mind but the stunning sight of the gorgeous and deadly man coming undone in front of her. Consequences be damned, she needed this. Right here, right now, she needed him.

She sank her teeth into the junction between his neck and shoulder, his nails digging into her sides at the sharp pinch. She continued biting down along his throat and shoulder while her hips found a steady rhythm grinding against his cock, her bare pussy making a mess of the fabric beneath her.

She released his neck and leaned back, placing her hands on his pecs and curling her fingers to dig into his skin. She slowly raked her nails down his chest, across his pecs and abs, decorating him with bright red lines. She scraped across his nipples and he hissed, bucking his hips up into her at the momentary discomfort.

The feeling of Vigilante squirming underneath her was overwhelmingly powerful. She knew he was letting her have this, if he really wanted he could break her hold and throw her across the room. But instead, he held still and behaved, willingly taking the onslaught of her teeth and nails against his skin.

She dragged her nails back up his chest, leaving a second set of marks on him. She quickly ducked her head down and replaced her hands with her lips, trailing soothing open-mouth kisses along the angry red paths she'd etched into his skin. She took her time, licking and gently dragging her teeth along every inch of his muscled torso. She finally made her way back down the waistband of his sweatpants. She slid off his lap to settle on her knees between his legs, tugging on the material.

"You're overdressed, take these off."

He quickly hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, tugging them down to free his painfully hard cock and kicked them off to the side. She was shamelessly staring at his dick, fuck he was gorgeous. Long and reasonably thick, it would be a challenge for her but nothing impossible to handle.

"Hey, you're making that face again."

She was very confused. "What face?"

"The face where you stare at me with your mouth open. Your eyes get all glazed over, kinda makes you look like a fish."

He raised a hand and squished her cheeks together into a fishy face. She made an annoyed noise and smacked his hands away, glaring at him.

"Quit it! Do you want me to blow you or not?"

"Um. Yes?"

"Yes, what?"

She leaned forward and grasped his cock firmly at the base before leaning in to slowly lick a slow languid stripe up to the tip.

"Fuck, yes. This. Yes to this."

She slowly pumped her hand up and down his hard length while she licked around the head, watching his eyes flutter shut behind his visor.

He bucked into his hips up her grip again and groaned

She found an alternating pattern between her mouth and hand, hand wrapped around the base as she fluttered her tongue up and down the shaft as she travelled along his length.

She started to swallow more of his cock, testing how far down she could take him. He flexed his grip on her hair instinctively when he hit the back of her throat and she moaned slightly from the tension on her scalp.

"Is this okay?" He asks, voice strained. She hummed in response and his hips jerked as the vibrations rocked against his sensitive hardness. "Fuck. Can I pull harder?"

She couldn't exactly reply properly with his cock shoved down her throat but the loud moan gave him enough assurance she was fine with it.

He gripped her hair firmly and started to tug, sliding her up and down on his cock. He slowly picked up the pace, his hand fisting hard in her hair as he thrust further into her mouth and entered her throat.

His breathing was ragged and heavy, getting harsher as he used her face to bring him closer and closer to the tipping point. She moaned around him, saliva starting to drip down around her mouth and chin. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

"You know, I thought you were super pretty when we met and I didn't think you could get any prettier than when I made you cum, but this?"

He pushed her down til she nearly gagged, forcing her to swallow him entirely down to the base. He held her there for a moment, just watching her try not to choke.

"Fuck, you look incredible like this."

He let her go and she pulled back, trying to catch her breath. He ran a thumb along her cheek, swiping up some of the spit and rubbing it against her lips.

"Absolutely beautiful."

She braced her hands on his thighs and took a deep breath, then wrapped her mouth around him and slid his cock right back down all the way on her own. He was already teetering on the edge, ready to spill down her throat when she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked him hard.

"Oh, shiiit."

He couldn't hold back any longer and exploded over her tongue. She held him in her mouth as he finished, swallowing down every last drop before she released him and watched him twitch with aftershocks, a very satisfied grin on both their faces.

He slid sideways on the couch and tugged her up from her knees, pulling her on top of him. She melted into his embrace and curled up in his arms with a contented sigh. He couldn't hold still, running his hands over every inch of her he could reach and pressing tiny kisses to her shoulder and neck. As long as this never stopped, everything would be fine.

She wasn't keeping close track of the time, laying in a foggy haze of pleasure, but after what felt like an impossibly short moment, she felt his cock twitch to life against her side.

"...are you getting hard again?"

"Uh, yeah? Obviously. You're extremely hot. And also naked. It's kind of unavoidable."

She flushed at the compliment. "I just meant it's really soon after you already came."

He blinked at her a few times. "It's been at least fifteen minutes, that's plenty."

She shook her head, making another mental note for the 'weird shit about Vigilante' file when she felt his cock nudge her side again and made a decision. She carefully extricated herself from his hold and stood up, reaching out a hand out to him.

"Come on, let's go to bed."

"Oh, okay yeah. I guess you're tired. That makes sense." He looked up at her, eyes trailing up her body to her face but getting stuck halfway up her chest, focusing on her tits instead.

"No! Vig." She pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. "Not for sleeping."

"...then for what?"

"You. In bed. With me. Together. Awake."

She stood there naked in front of him speaking patiently, staring at his erection and waiting for him to connect the dots.

After a brief pause, he finally had a lightbulb moment of realization. "Oh! Holy shit, yes."

She nodded and he scrambled off the couch, scooping her off her feet and quickly carrying her over to the bed. He promptly dropped her down in the middle of the mattress

She giggled a little at his enthusiasm as she bounced on impact against the soft surface. She scooted back against the pillows and slowly spread her legs apart. He couldn't help but moan at the sight of her on full display for him, open wide and waiting.

As he crawled up the bed to meet her, she focused on the pitch black of his mask and the strip of red glass hiding his eyes. The dark armour was in such sharp contrast to the rest of his exposed and naked form. She was fully exposed to him but he could only show her almost everything about himself. That was more than enough for now.

He gripped the base of his cock and pumped it into his hand a few times before leaning over her. He started teasing the head against her slick folds, gathering some of the wetness.

"Viiiig…" She whined, grabbing at his upper arms.

"Yes?" He tapped his cockhead against her clit and smirked when her hips jolted.

"Stop teasing me!"

"You want me to stop, hm?" He held still for a moment and laughed at her when she immediately pouted up at him.

She bucked her hips forward, desperately trying to nudge his cock further in. "Don't you fucking dare."

He chuckled again and pulled his hips back, thwarting her efforts.

"Calm down. I'm just trying to warm you up, I don't want to hurt you."

She huffed in frustration. "I can take it, just fuck me already!"

He looked at her closely as she glared up at him. Her breathing was ragged, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were dark, pupils blown out wide with a hungry expression.

"You sure?"

The corner of his lips twitched up into that godforsaken grin. He slid his cock against her folds one more time before lining up his hard length at her entrance. He didn't want to hurt her but if she insisted, well…

She bucked her hips towards him again and practically yelled. "Yes!"

"Alright. Just remember, you asked for it."

He pushed all the way in with a single thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside her within seconds. She shrieked at the sharp sting as he stretched her wide open and quickly bottomed out deep inside.

Her noises quickly melted into whimpers and her eyes rolled back as the pain faded and the complete and utter fullness of having him sheathed fully inside her overwhelmed her.

"Damn. I guess you can take it." He held still as she squirmed against him.

"Honestly, I wasn't sure I'd fit. You're so fucking tight. You know what they say, tiny hands, tiny pus-"

"Finish that sentence and I'll fucking shoot you." She reached out and wrapped a hand around his throat as she hissed out the threat.

He was going to wait patiently, give her a few moments to adjust, but that's certainly not what she wanted right now.

"Move, now." She squeezed the sides of his neck along with her demand. For a moment she worried she may have gone too far as he completely froze under her grip but she watched carefully as the outline of his eyes fluttered shut behind his visor and his fingertips dug harder into her thighs with a barely audible whimper escaping his lips.

He started to roll his hips against her, ever so slowly dragging his cock along her walls.

"Is this what you wanted?"

"Fuck, yes." Her voice was breathless and raw, and her grip on his neck loosened as she threw her head back against the pillows.

He took the opportunity to wrench her hand away from his neck and grab her other hand, pinning them both beside her head. He leaned over, pressing his chest flat against hers and caging her against the mattress with his body. He peppered small kisses all along her cheek, jaw and throat, anywhere he could reach.

"I meant it, by the way." He panted out, looking down at her. "So fucking tight."

His weight on top of her pinned her to the mattress along with her hands, she was unable to do anything but take what he was giving her. He picked up the pace, the sound of her moans spurring him on.

He couldn't help but smile at the absolute vision underneath him. She was taking him so well, crying out with each thrust and biting down on her bottom lip as she looked up at him with glassy eyes.

"So fucking perfect."

He suddenly snapped his hips up harshly, bottoming out and grinding his hips against her.

"Fuck, Vig!" She practically screamed as she writhed against him.

He had a smug grin plastered on his face as he listened to her shout.

"Hey, do me a favour?"

She squinted at him, this was a pretty strange time to ask for favours. "Uh, okay?"

"Next time you scream my name, can you say the whole thing?"

She puffed out her cheeks, now glowing red with embarrassment. "I am not screaming!"

He cocked his head to the side. "You sure?" His grin widened. "Does that mean you can get louder?"

"I-I…" She stuttered, failing to come up with a reply.

"Yeah? You gonna scream for me?"

Something daring sparked in her eyes as she looked back at him, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Make me."

His expression turned downright predatory as he stared at her and her heart sped up at the dangerous look. He released her hands from beside her head and leaned back. He slid his palms along the backs of her thighs up behind her knees, and he slowly pressed her legs further into the mattress.

"You asked for it." His voice was barely above a whisper but carried the same dangerous tone as his face.

She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and held on for dear life as he set a punishing pace, every thrust shoving her further into the mattress. The new angle let his cock hit deeper inside her, brushing against her G-spot and making her feel impossibly full.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck as she clung to him, desperately raking her nails over his shoulders as he pounded into her. Her tits bounced with every pump of his hips, her tender nipples rubbing back and forth against his chiselled chest, sending pure fire through her veins.

He bit down on her shoulder and she yelped, her cunt clenching around him. He groaned as her walls squeezed him tightly, his harsh grip on her hips digging bruises into her flesh.

"That's it, as loud as you can."

At this point, she wasn't sure which was louder, the sounds of pleasure he was wringing from her or the creaking springs of the shitty motel bed.

He slammed his hips back into her and fucked her relentlessly, driving her closer and closer to the edge. He hit just the right spot at the exact moment he clamped his teeth hard around her breast, right over her nipple. The mix of delicious pleasure and sharp pain caused her to shriek the loudest she could.

"Atta girl."

He placed kisses all along her chest and up her neck, mumbling half-hearted nonsense into her skin. She caught random words through the haze of her pleasure.

"So pretty…"

"…feel so good."

"So fucking loud."

Beads of sweat dripped down his temples, his mask sticking to his forehead as he kept up the pace and sent them both hurtling toward the finish line.

"Where do you want…?"

She could barely form coherent thoughts but managed to choke out an answer. "Inside."

He groaned loudly, his hips stuttering and eyes rolling back behind his visor at the suggestion.

"Seriously? Are you sure?"

"It's fine, I'm -ahh- …it's safe!"

She locked her ankles behind him and pulled him as close as possible, holding him in place inside her. Her nails dragged across his back and shoulders, leaving angry red scratches as she pressed every inch of herself against him.

He sunk his teeth into her shoulder in a vicious bite, right over top of the small mark he had left there the night before. The shock sent her flying over the edge, walls tightly fluttering around his cock as she screamed his name and shattered in his arms.

He continued to fuck her through her high, trying desperately to hold on and drag it out as long as possible for the both of them. She felt like heaven and he never wanted to leave.

She was going to scream herself hoarse if he kept going at this rate, so she bit down on his shoulder to muffle herself. He whimpered loudly as she caught the hard muscle between her teeth and she felt his hips stutter as his pace finally started to falter.

"Come on." She whispered encouragement into his neck, "Cum for me, Vigilante." She drew out each syllable of his chosen name breathlessly in his ear before she leaned down and sunk her teeth into the side of his throat.

"Fuckfuckfuck!" He practically howled as he came undone, emptying his aching cock deep inside her. She held him close, peppering kisses along the bite marks she'd left as he went limp in her arms.

He slowly eased his softening cock out and collapsed on the bed beside her, careful not to crush her under his weight. They both lay there for a moment, shaky and sweaty, trying to catch their breath as they floated back down to Earth together.

"You're sure this was okay?" He had sat up and his gaze was firmly lowered on her exposed pussy, drenched in a mix of their cum.

She nodded. "Yeah, it's a whole thing. No kids."

He only hummed softly in response, clearly distracted by the sight in front of him. He leaned over and brushed his fingers against her dripping cunt, smearing his cum against her clit. She twitched, still slightly sensitive and he slowed his pace.

"You're making a mess." She couldn't help but smile a little as she watched his awestruck expression staring at the mess leaking out of her.

Another quiet hum was the only response he gave as he continued to run his fingers through the mix of their combined fluids.

She gave him another moment or two before gently grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand away.

"That's enough of that, I need to clean this up." She tugged his hand up to her mouth and quickly stuck his fingers in her mouth. He watched in wide-eyed silence as she licked them clean. She released them with a small pop only when no trace of their mess remained.

"Hand me the tissues?"

Vig snapped out of his trance, wordlessly grabbing the box sitting on the nightstand and handing it to her before flopping down on the mattress next to her.

"Give me twenty minutes and we can do that again." He quickly glanced down at the glistening mess between her thighs. "Maybe ten…"

She rolled her eyes as she cleaned herself up. "Again, seriously? Are you sure you don't have superpowers?"

He just laughed and started trailing kisses down her neck, following the path of the bites he had decorated her with. She swatted his face away from her body before he started something she was way too tired to finish. After the day they'd had, she was absolutely exhausted. She rolled over to face him and before she could say anything she failed to contain a wide yawn.

"I think it's bedtime." She carefully extricated herself from his embrace and got off the bed. "Come on, Vig."

"I'm already in bed though?"

She glanced down at the sweat (and other fluids) soaked covers crumpled on the bed he was laying on.

"We kind of ruined the sheets on this one. I'm not going to make you sleep in the wet spot, we'll just share." She climbed into the other twin bed and pulled back the covers, motioning for him to join her.

She moved over as much as she could but there still wasn't much space. Vigilante stood awkwardly at the edge of the bed fidgeting with the duvet.

"You alright?"

"Um, I just …don't usually don't get to stay for this part." He admitted as he cautiously climbed onto the bed next to her.

She snorted at his shyness, finding it deeply amusing that the man who just came inside her was being so awkward about some cuddling. Rolling over to her side, she reached over and gently took one of his arms, pulling it under her head before taking the other and draping it over her waist. She tried her best to reassure him.

“You can touch me, it's okay.”

He shifted a little behind her. "Yeah?"

"Yeah, it's fine. Just don- oof!" She was cut off mid-sentence as he wrapped his arm around her middle and yanked her backwards into his chest. He held her firmly against him and buried his face in her shoulder, folding around her like a cocoon.

"…don't move around too much." She managed to finish her sentence.

"Okie doke." He mumbled in response.

She smiled into the pillow at his silly tone and closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth radiating from his body as he held her. "Goodnight, Vigilante."

He placed a small kiss on her shoulder before fidgeting with his mask, then he settled back against the pillows.

"Goodnight."

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A/N: Holy shit we made it, the slow burn is a full-on inferno. Thank you all for sticking through 20k of exposition just to get here 😂 This was such a challenging chapter to finish but I really hope it was worth it and you all enjoyed it! This is just the beginning for these two, don't worry. Please let me know what you think :) Feedback makes my world go round.

PS: I've mapped out the rest of this series, there should be about 18-20 chapters in total. Chapters 7 and 8 are already half done and hopefully there won't be such a long delay between future updates~

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Something I Love More

Adrian Chase x Reader

Summary: Amanda Waller has one very strict rule: no dating among team members. So when she finds out that you and Vigilante have been dating, she gives you an option. But it’s going to require a sacrifice. Reader is gender-neutral.

Warnings: A bit angsty, fluff at the end

Word Count: 5658

A/N: School has become even more overwhelming and stressful than usual as it’s starting to wrap up for the semester. So instead of working on that, I’ve gone back to the work that brings me joy. Featuring one of my fav boys <3

“Do you know why I’ve called you in to see me this morning, Agent Y/L/N?” Amanda Waller says. She’s sat behind a glass desk, sitting in a black leather chair. Her posture is unflinching, as is her guarded expression. You’re sat across from her in a rather uncomfortable chair. You wonder if it was made like that on purpose, like how an interrogation room can be made to make the suspect feel uneasy.

Still, you aim to mirror her serious and emotionless expression, not wanting to give away anything. Least of all your confusion.

As you were getting ready to leave your place for work, you got an anonymous call. The caller said they were calling on behalf of Ms. Waller and that you were to meet her at her office in ten minutes. Ever since you and the rest of the 11th Street Kids set up a home base in Evergreen, Waller commandeered a temporary office of her own for supervision purposes. The team really only saw her when it was serious.

Which explains your bundle of nerves as you sit in an uncomfortable chair, pressing down on your leg to stop it from bouncing. “I’m afraid I don’t know, ma’am,” you say while maintaining eye contact. You’ve been working with Waller for long enough to know how to navigate a conversation without making any “mistakes.”

Waller sighs. “I was hoping you’d tell me the truth when it came down to it,” she says, her eyes flicking down at her desk and then back at you. “I’m afraid I overestimated your loyalty.”

This causes you to furrow your eyebrows and your heart rate to pick up. “I don’t understand—”

“It’s come to my attention that you and Mr. Chase are in a romantic relationship.” A silence falls over the two of you as her commanding eyes piece into your fearful ones. This was not what you expected.

It’s true. When you first arrived in this town, you felt drawn to the cute yet odd busboy at Fennel Fields. Then came Vigilante who you also felt a connection with. When you learned that the two were actually the same man, you knew you were in trouble. After the terrifying battle with the butterflies at the farm, you knew you were falling in love. So when the team decided to plant roots here, you confessed your feelings. His reaction still warms your heart as he literally jumped for joy.

The two of you have been dating for a few months now and even live in the same apartment (a little fast, you’ll admit, but it seemed like a better idea than trying to find your own place only to spend most of your time together anyway). He has been the best boyfriend you could ask for. You’ve never felt this way about anyone else.

And yet, despite your happiness, there was a lingering threat. A threat that started when Adrian officially became a part of the team. Your team had demanded that Waller accept him because he helped save the world. After a series of government evaluations such as character evals, psychological evals, physical evals, and even intelligence evals (some of which you’re not sure how Adrian passed), he became officially a part of the team. You suspect that Waller likes that he’s morally grey, efficient, and loyal.

Anyway, the threat was Waller’s strict rule on not having romantic entanglements with your fellow teammates. Waller feels that it will distract you from your real mission, her mission, and fears it will threaten your loyalties to her. She’s right.

“Ma’am, I-I can explain—”

“Don’t insult us both by lying. I already know it’s true.” That statement causes you to pause in your panic. Did one of your teammates leak this information? How else can she be so sure? Is she spying on you? She must have seen the gears turning in your head because she says, “I have my ways.”

Though that didn’t help, you also doubted that any of your teammates would rat you two out. “So,” she says. “Are you and Mr. Chase engaged in a romantic relationship?”

There was only one way to answer. “Yes. The two of us are dating,” you say, straightening your back, even more, to try to amplify your confidence.

“Despite the fact that it is strictly forbidden to date your teammate?” Your confidence wavers, but you try not to let it show.

“Yes.”

“May I ask why?” You hesitate, not expecting that kind of question. You know no answer will satisfy her. You may as well tell the truth.

“Because I love him.” You know it sounds silly. You are supposed to be a professional agent, a trained killer, a loyal soldier, and yet here you are admitting to being in love. Love is weakness in Waller’s eyes, and that’s what you had thought too. That was before you knew what it felt like.

A look of disappointment seems to wash over her face, and though you dislike her vehemently, some desperate part of you is saddened by this. “I see.” She seems to take her time and allow the silence to speak for her. “Very well. As you have directly disobeyed the rules, you must now be prepared to face the consequences.”

You can feel your chest tighten as a new wave of anxiety washes over you. This is it. You have no idea what the consequences are, but you’re determined to maintain your brave face. “What’s going to happen?” you ask, not betraying any emotion as she had trained you.

“That’s up to you.” You furrow your eyebrows and tilt your head in confusion. “I’m going to give you three options to choose from.”

“Wait, shouldn’t Adrian be here for this?” you ask. You assume it will affect the both of you.

“I am leaving the decision up to you. I trust you to make the right call.” You don’t like the sound of that. Your fingers itch to grab your phone and text Adrian. You wish he were here with you.

“Option one,” Waller begins. “Is simply that the two of you terminate the relationship.”

Never going to happen, you think but don’t dare say out loud. 

“Option two is I reassign you to a different team,” she says. “Team Alpha over in Alaska would benefit from having someone of your skillset.” Your eyes widen, but still, you bite your tongue. You don’t want to leave all of your friends, and this option still pulls you and Adrian apart, only with distance.

“And option three?” you ask hesitantly.

“Option three is that I fire Mr. Chase from your team and he will no longer be able to contact the other team members, besides yourself. If he tries to do so, we will have him arrested. There are a plethora of charges I could choose from.”

Your heart sinks, weighing heavy in your stomach. None of these options are even comprehensible.

“Is…is there no other option?” you ask. Waller looks shocked as she glares at you.

“I believe I am already being quite generous by giving you the opportunity to decide for yourself. Do not push me, Agent Y/L/N, or I will entrust the decision to myself,” she says. You nod and look down at her desk.

“You’re right, I’m sorry, ma’am.” But you don’t know what else to say to her. Your mind is scrambling, trying to picture some future in which any of these options work out, but you keep coming up empty. Luckily, Waller seems to sense this.

“I will give you a moment to think about it before coming to a decision,” she says. Without another word, she stands from her desk and exits her office to do God knows what. Meanwhile, you’re still frozen in your chair. You think over your options once more.

The first is not even a question. You will not be breaking up with the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, the first man you’ve truly loved. You can no longer imagine yourself without Adrian by your side.

The second could be possible but it’s no better. You could try for long distance, but it would be painful. Plus, you would have to leave your other friends on the 11th Street Kids. The six of you have really bonded and have become a true team ever since you saved the world. You couldn’t leave them behind.

And the third breaks your heart completely. Adrian has finally found a group of friends, real friends, whom he can work with. You know that he’s always secretly wanted to work with others while doing the whole vigilante thing. But if he gets fired, he won’t even be able to partner with Chris. He would be alone again. No, you couldn’t do that to him.

You can’t make a decision, and you’re dreading the moment Waller comes back in. You feel trapped, like you’re suffocating, and right when you hear the click-clack of heels walking toward you, an idea comes to you.

“Have you come to a decision?” Waller asks as she re-enters her office.

“Yes, I have,” you say. Waller looks you over, unsure about your new confidence and, possible joy.

“So what will it be?”

“I’ve decided to quit.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m quitting,” you say.

“Over a man? I thought I had taught you better than this,” Waller sighs.

“For love, actually. And I guess you were wrong.” Waller gives you another disappointed look, and you try to ignore it.

“Very well then,” Waller says. “I will have the paperwork written up and sent for you to sign. You were a good agent. Your skills will be missed.” That’s as sentimental as you’ve ever heard the woman. “Farewell. And good luck.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” You sense that the conversation is over so you give her a court nod, her expression remaining unflinching as you exit the room.

Once you’re in the hallway, you take a breath. You still haven’t really processed what just happened. You can’t come to regret your decision as it was the best choice, and yet a part of you is still sad. It only gets worse when you realize you had a meeting with the team to get to. It’s okay, you think, you’ll still get to see them. It’s not like you’re leaving for good. That’s what you tell yourself as you begin your drive over to the video store that has become your base of operations.

It’s only once you’ve parked your car and looked at the front doors of the store, where all of your friends are, that reality finally catches up to you. The severity of your decision washes over you like a tidal wave and your body tenses up.

You quit. You actually quit your job. The job you’ve been training for practically your whole life, the one you’ve devoted your life to. You’ve been known to make rash decisions from time to time but this takes the cake.

Your breathing starts to pick up as panic tries to take over. Focus, you tell yourself. There’s time to freak out about all of this later. Right now, you just have to get through this conversation.

But you know the minute you tell everyone about this, the situation will become real. Like, no going back real. It’ll be fine. After you take a few deep breaths and shove your emotions deep inside of you, you exit your car. Even so, panicked questions begin to berate you as you make your way to the door.

Why did I do this? Why did I have to quit? Why am I throwing away my life’s work? Why—

You enter the building and immediately lock eyes with your boyfriend. Oh, that’s why. Adrian offers you a big smile and you can feel the questions fade away. You instead focus on him.

“Hey babe!” he says as he makes his way over to you. “How’d it go? OH, I got you some coffee. I didn’t know how long you’d be so I got you an iced coffee because the coffee was going to end up cold either way, right? So anyway, that’s in the breakroom fridge, no pressure if you don’t want to drink it, I just thought you might want it after your long morning—”

You grab his face and pull him into a kiss. Him. Your beautiful, considerate, and loving boyfriend. That’s what all this was for, and right now, you only feel joy at the thought of him going out of his way to make your morning a little bit better.

You break from the kiss and Adrian has the cutest flustered look on his face, accompanied by a smile. “I love you,” you tell him. More than you know.

“All that for coffee?” he asks, bringing a smile to your face. Before you can say anything else, a voice cuts you off.

“Can we get back to the meeting, please?” Harcourt says. You almost jump in surprise. You glance over Adrian’s shoulder and only then notice the rest of the team sitting in the middle of the room with a presentation behind them.

Oh, right, you think as heat starts to spread to your cheeks. “Sorry,” you say. Adrian doesn’t blink an eye as he turns around.

“I’m not,” he says. Wanting to move past this, you grab Adrian’s hand and drag him over to the rest of the group. You take a seat and he follows suit, looking very pleased.

“As I was saying—” Harcourt says but then is immediately cut off.

“How’d your meeting with Waller go?” Peacemaker asks you. Harcourt looks pissed but then changes her expression to curious as she looks at you. And just like that, all eyes are on you. Why does this seem more torturous than actual torture?

“Surprisingly well,” you say, lying through your teeth.

“What did she want to talk to you about?” Adebayo asks.

You clear your throat. “Actually, it was me who wanted to talk to her.” Again, lies. You hate lying, especially to Adrian, but there was no way you were going to tell him the real reason behind the visit. He would only do something stupid like get himself fired, or possibly arrested.

“Wait what? What did you want to talk to her about?” Adrian asks. Deep breaths, you tell yourself. Your eyes flitter to each person until you land on the floor. Quit stalling. It’s just like ripping off a bandaid.

You lift your head up and say, “I quit.” Dead silence seems to choke the room and you hold your breath, waiting for a reaction. Well, you got it.

“What?”

“What are you talking about?”

“This is a joke, right?”

“What the fuck?”

Their faces all display emotions of hurt and confusion. You don’t dare look at the man beside you. “I know this may come as a bit of a shock—” you try to explain.

“A bit?!” Adebayo exclaims.

“Getting zapped by an outlet is a bit of a shock, you just threw lightning at us!” Economos shouts.

“Where is this coming from?” Adrian asks from beside you in a softer tone. You risk a glance at him, and his hurt expression breaks your heart. He would have been a lot sadder if you had to move to Alaska.

“I’ve been thinking about it for a while, the idea of changing things up, and I finally made up my mind this morning,” you say, using a calm expression and trying not to show any emotions.

“This just doesn’t make sense, you love your job. You said it was your dream job,” Harcourt says, eyeing you more suspiciously than the others. You make a note not to look her directly in the eyes.

“I do love it, but it’s all I’ve ever done. I want to try something new,” you say, trying to convince yourself as well as the others. Another eruption of questions begins, the confrontation triggering your fight or flight. Normally, you’d always go with fight. But that doesn’t seem to be getting you anywhere.

“I’m sorry I had to tell you this way. I didn’t expect everything to happen so quickly,” you say over the noise. “We’ll still see each other and hang out like normal, nothing has to change.” This doesn’t deter your friends as they keep asking you questions you don’t know the answer to. “On that note, however, I don’t think Waller would be too pleased to hear I sat in on a confidential meeting.”

You stand up and quickly make your way to the doors, heading straight for your car. You don’t look back as you peel out of there, and though you feel guilty, you also feel relieved to be alone to process your feelings.

Normal jobs would give you two more weeks after quitting; however that’s not how Amanda Waller works. If you quit, you’re out. Just like that. No time to slowly transition. God you hate that woman.

It doesn’t take you long to get to your apartment and then you quickly hurry to get inside, just wanting to curl up on the couch for comfort. Your shoes are carelessly tossed to the side as you fall into the cozy embrace of your couch.

You had time to pull yourself together before Adrian got home from work. At least, that’s what you thought. Just as you were about to finally let out your emotions, you hear the door being unlocked. Goddamnit. Of course, he would follow you. Of course, he would want answers. Of course, you wouldn’t be allowed to have a breakdown in private.

You sit up and calm yourself down just as Adrian comes barrelling in. “Um, what the fuck was that?” he asks. You begrudgingly put on your emotional armour and turn to face him.

“What do you mean?” you ask, and then regret it as Adrian begins to flip out.

“What do I mean?! I mean why the fuck did you just quit? And why is this the first time I’m hearing about it?” This is unfair, you think. Adrian is supposed to be the one person in this world who you can share everything with. Who you can confide in and seek comfort in. Now, you have to lie to him like everyone else. This is for his own good.

“I know you’re upset—”

“Upset?!”

“But can you please stop yelling at me?” He looks like he’s about to argue with you when he closes his eyes and forcefully takes a breath. When he looks at you again, you wish he would yell because there’s that sad fucking look of his that has the power to shatter your heart in seconds.

“Will you please tell me what the fuck is going on?” he asks you calmly, though you can tell he’s still hurt and confused.

“I’m serious about quitting, Adrian,” you tell him.

“But why didn’t you tell me before?” he says as he comes to sit beside you on the couch. “I thought we told each other everything.” Ouch.

“I didn’t know if I would go through with it,” you say. “And telling you…only would have made it more real.” You look at him and try to comfort him a little. “I really didn’t want to leave, I love working with you and everyone else. This is just something I have to do, for me.”

You take his hand and squeeze it, desperately hoping he wouldn’t be so upset with you anymore. “I…I guess that makes sense,” Adrian grumbles. “I still wish you would have talked to me first.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” You sit like that, waiting for him to speak.

“Is there any way I can change your mind?” he asks softly. “I liked having you as a partner, both on and off the field.” This man is pulling on your heartstrings.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I’m not changing my mind.” He nods sadly. There’s a moment of silence. “Will the others be mad you left?”

He shrugs. “Probably,” he says. “I guess I should be leaving.”

“Yeah.” For a few moments, he doesn’t leave. You can tell he’s having trouble processing this whole thing. Then he takes a deep breath and stands up, your hand falling back onto your lap.

He starts to leave when you call out to him. “Wait!” you say and he turns around. “No goodbye kiss?” That elicits a small smile from him. He walks back over and gives you a quick kiss.

“I’m going to miss doing that at work,” he says and you playfully shove him. The two of you are smiling and your heart feels a little lighter.

“Get out of here already,” you say jokingly.

“I am quite tempting—”

“Go!” you giggle. He heads for the door. “I’ll see you later okay?”

“Okay, love you, bye!”

“Love you bye!” And with that he’s gone. A smile is left lingering on your face but soon your thoughts catch up to you and you finally break down.

†††

A week has passed since you officially quit the team. Once you let yourself feel upset about it all, you decide to make the most of it. Sure, your job had been your life’s work but maybe there were other interests of yours that you hadn’t discovered.

You’ve looked through help wanted ads in the local newspaper but nothing appealed to you. Nothing online either. But that’s okay, you reassure yourself. This is good, some time just for you, away from work. Except that you’ve been bored out of your mind.

This past week, you have cleaned the apartment from top to bottom, fixed some minor house repairs, learned how to cook at least one meal and baked a shit ton of cookies. Not that Adrian minded that last part.

Adrian. He has been so supportive throughout all of this. Pointing out jobs he thinks you might like, encouraging hobbies, even trying to get you into DND. Which makes the lying all the more difficult. You want to tell him, but you know that would only complicate matters. No, unfortunately you will have to learn to live with this lie.

Meanwhile, the topic had yet to settle back at the video store. “It just doesn’t make any sense!” Harcourt says as she and Adebayo walk into the store from their lunch break.

“What doesn’t make sense?” Economos asks.

“Harcourt misses Y/N,” Adebayo replies with a little smile and Harcourt gives her an angry look. Adrian perks up instantly at the sound of your name.

“You think you miss them?! What about me?” he asks with a slight pout. He missed having his beautiful, sexy, funny, perfect partner by his side. Especially on the field, when normally he would know you’d be there to watch his back.

“Vig, you see them literally every other second of the day,” Chris says with slight annoyance.

“But I miss seeing them every second of the day. It’s not the same.” Though he respects your decision, that doesn’t mean he can’t be a little upset about it.

“Okay, do I miss having the only competent team member other than myself? Yes,” Harcourt says which earns a crowd of offended protests. “But it’s not just that. Something about the whole situation just seems…I don’t know, off.”

The rest of the group kind of agrees. But Adrian feels he has to defend you. “Look guys, I know we all miss them because they’re literally the most perfect being to exist,” he says without even thinking, which causes a few groans. “But it’s their decision so we have to support it.” Adebayo nods her head in agreement, but the rest are unconvinced.

“But doesn’t it seem a little suspicious to you?” Harcourt asks him. Despite the fact that Adrian has had some doubts lurking in the back of his mind, he acts ignorant.

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“I mean, they don’t mention anything to you about quitting before and then suddenly after a meeting with Waller, it’s all about experimenting bullshit.”

“Wait, you think Waller has something to do with this?” Chris asks.

“I mean, it wouldn’t surprise me,” Adebayo adds in.

“It’s possible,” John says. But this doesn’t sit right with Adrian.

“Stop! It has nothing to do with Waller. Because that would mean that Y/N lied to us, to me. Why would they do that?” Adrian asks, half talking to himself because what they’re saying is starting to make sense. But he doesn’t want them to be right. “I mean, what could Waller say to make them quit her dream job?”

Adrian thinks the conversation is over as a quiet falls over the room. But suddenly, he sees Harcourt’s face light up with realization. And she must have been thinking the same thing, because Adebayo looks at her with the same face. It has Adrian’s stomach turning.

“What? What was that?” Adrian asks them.

“Nothing,” they both say.

“You guys totally just figured it out,” Chris says. It seems the boys are struggling to come to the same conclusion.

“No we didn’t,” Adebayo tries to say casually but she’s not the greatest liar.

“Tell me,” Adrian says, desperately looking between the two of them who refuse to look at him. Finally, Harcourt sighs.

“Look, I think you should talk to Y/N about it,” she says. He looks to Adebayo to see her nodding. The two of them won’t say anything else. Adrian’s mind is in a frenzy and he needs answers.

“Fine,” he says before walking out the door.

“I didn’t mean right now—forget it,” Harcourt sighs, giving up on calling after him.

†††

You’re on the couch watching reruns on TV because why not, and eating some cookies you made. “Damn, maybe I could be a baker,” you say with your mouth full. Just as a new show starts to play, you hear the door open and see Adrian.

“Oh, hey babe,” you say, a bit relieved to have a distraction. “What are you doing back so early?”

“I need to talk to you,” he says and it’s only then that you take in his serious demeanour. The look worries you and the thought of your secret bubbles to your mind’s surface. No, there’s no way he knows.

“Okay.” He walks over to the couch and you see he’s thinking hard about something. And he isn’t looking at you. “Is everything okay?”

“You wouldn’t lie to me, right?” he asks. Your stomach drops and suddenly the cookies you ate feel like lead.

“Where is this coming from?” Your palms begin to sweat so you place them in your lap. Adrian then looks right at you and it feels like a spotlight is shining directly on you.

“The team doesn’t believe the reason you gave for quitting. And I want to believe you, so tell me you wouldn’t lie.”

He’s looking at you with his big, honest eyes and for the first time, you falter under interrogation. You’re not sure how far you’re willing to dig yourself into this hole. What if you end up ruining the relationship with this? Then it was all for nothing. It’s too much.

“You know the answer to that,” you say, trying to find some way out of this.

“Why won’t you just say it?” he asks, and you hear a bit of hurt in his voice. He’s looking at you, and you want to cry because it’s like you’re stabbing him in the heart and your heartbeat is in your ears and it’s all too much.

“Because it’s a stupid question!” You get up from the couch and walk towards the kitchen, looking for an escape to breathe.

“You did lie.” You are no longer looking at him but you know he’s walked over to you. You cannot believe that all this pain was from Amanda fucking Waller of all people. Will she cause the end of your relationship after all. “But…why?”

“Adrian,” you say, your voice cracking with emotion. You clear it and look at him. “It’s personal.”

“Why won’t you answer me?” he asks, his tone shifting from hurt to anger.

“Because it’s none of your business!” You’re trying, you’re trying so hard to keep this plan together. To keep the two of you together.

“What does that mean?”

“It’s complicated.”

“What’s complicated?” Your throat has seemingly closed up. You think if you open your mouth, everything will fall out. But keeping it inside is killing you, both of you. “Y/N, why would you leave your dream job? You love that job—”

“Well maybe I realized I love something more!” The words fall out of your mouth before you can process them. You’re looking at him and your eyes are wide because you don’t know what just happened. Adrian looks slightly taken aback by a legit response, but his curiosity is still infused with frustration.

“What could you possibly love more?”

“YOU, YOU IDIOT!” you yell out because you can’t take it anymore. The room is silent and you’re both slightly out of breath from your yelling match. Neither of you know what to do. You close your eyes and sigh, realizing the game is up. “Shit.”

“What?” he asks in a small voice.

“I chose you,” you say just as quiet, giving him an honest look with your emotions on full display.

“Chose me—what does that mean?” He walks closer to you as the wall seems to crumble from between you. You know there’s no going back.

“Waller found out that we were dating.” When his confusion doesn’t dwindle, you explain further. “She has a very strict no dating between teammates.”

“Oh,” he says and you realize he wasn’t aware of that. “So, that was what your meeting was about?”

“Yeah, she sort of sprung it on me.” Adrian’s right in front of you and you’re nervous to tell him the truth but you’re sick of having secrets between the two of you.

“So, how does this lead to you quitting?” he asks, and the conversation feels soft. You sigh.

“Waller gave me 3 choices as to how to move on,” you say as he eagerly waits for your explanation. “The first was that we break up—”

“Absolutely not,” he says with wide, panicked eyes. You reach out and take his hand, squeezing it. The action seems to calm him down.

“I know,” you say softly. “The second was that I move to Alaska—”

“What? No no, she can’t—”

“Adrian,” you cut off his ramblings. He’s gripping your hand tight, so you bring it up and kiss the back of his. His breathing slows back down. “I didn’t choose that. I’m not leaving you.”

He nods, trying to reassure himself of that thought. “And the third?” he asks with a nervous gaze.

You look away. “The third, is that she fires you from the team.”

“Okay—”

“And she would have you arrested if you tried to contact any of the others.”

“Oh.” He deflates and you know you made the right call.

“But it’s okay, none of those things are going to happen.” You give him a reassuring smile and try to meet his gaze. His eyebrows scrunch together.

“Wait, you quitting wasn’t even an option.” Your smile falters as he looks back at you with sad eyes. “You chose to quit?”

“I told you, I chose you.” He doesn’t seem satisfied with that answer. You reach up and take his face in your hands. “It’s okay. It was my choice. Besides, it was the best option.”

“What if I quit?” he says, moving away.

“No, Adrian you love your job.”

“So do you!” he shoots back. Fair point.

“Besides, I’m pretty sure the rules on arresting you would still apply. Me being unemployed is better than you behind bars.”

That isn’t enough for him. “There has to be another way,” he looks at you as you take his hands in yours. “I’m not letting you quit your job for me.”

“Would you rather I move to Alaska?” you ask, half-joking.

“Fuck no, you know that’s not what I meant.”

“Adrian, there’s no other way,” you say. “I’ve come to terms with it.” There’s a pause in the conversation before you see Adrian’s eyes light up.

“What if we pretend to break up?” he asks, excitedly. You simply stare at him.

“What?”

“Think about it,” he explains. “We tell Waller we broke up, and then we can still work together. It’s perfect.”

“It’s stupid,” you say, confused. “It’ll never work.”

“It’s worth a try.”

“What if we get caught?”

He pauses. “Then we’ll figure it out.” You sigh and he catches your eye. “Please?” His blue eyes are begging you.

“Fine.” He pumps his fist in celebration which makes you smile. “But we have to be careful.”

“We will, we will, this’ll be great!” He grabs your face and kisses your forehead, all while wearing a goofy smile. It makes you happier than you’ve been all week.

“Hey,” you say, and drawing his attention to you. “I love you.”

His eyes soften and so does his smile. “I know.” Your jaw drops and his face looks surprised as you lightly hit him. He runs away giggling and you chase after him.

“How dare you Han Solo me right now!” You catch up to him only for him to catch you in his arms and lift you up. He plants kisses all over your face.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he says in between pecks and your playful anger slips away. You slide back down to the ground. Your guilt comes back.

“I’m sorry I lied to you. I hated doing it, I just...thought it was the right thing to do,” you say gnawing on your lip.

“It’s alright, I understand,” he says, pulling your lip away from your teeth. “I probably would’ve done the same. But no more lies, promise?” He offers out his pinky finger.

“I promise,” you say as you wrap your pinky around his. He smiles and you can’t help but pull him down for a kiss. He quickly reciprocates, pulling you close. Your tongues meet, swirling in and out of each other’s mouths. You let your worries melt away as you relax into the kiss. After a few moments, you pull away, biting his lip before releasing it with a smirk. He chases your lips but smiles.

“It’s going to be alright,” he says, reading your thoughts. “We’re going to figure this out together.”

You’re not sure if it was Adrian’s hopeful optimism or the happiness flooding your brain, but you believe him.

[exist4me]

Fun Night

Hi! This is my first smut. Feedback would be appreciated. Please ENJOY :)

cw: smut, p in v, praise, degradation, unprotected sex (wrap it up always). 18+ minors DNI.

wc:2.2k

You and Adebayo decided to stay late at the video store headquarters to figure out how the butterflies are getting the raw amber fluid. It's a few minutes past 2 am when Ads decided to go home to her wife.

“I’m done for the day, Keeya hasn’t seen me since yesterday and she's getting worried. I'll see you later.” she said exhaustedly. 

“Alright. Tell her I said hi”

“OKAY! Don't stay here too late and get some rest” Ads said before leaving. 

You sighed heavily realizing how crazy it is that five people versus an alien invasion. I don’t get paid enough for this bullshit you thought. You got up to refill your coffee and got back to work.

It was 3:30 am when you heard the front door opening.

“Did you forget something Ads?” you asked without looking up from your laptop.

“Um no I didn't and since when do you call me Ads” you heard a deep voice reply.

You looked up to find Adrian standing by the door in his full Vigilante costume.

“Dude I never call you that, I thought you were Adebayo. Why the fuck are you here at 3 am?” you asked slightly annoyed due to the lack of sleep,

“No need to be rude. I was bored so I thought I would patrol with Peacemaker but he's asleep so here I am. Why are you here at 3 am all alone in the dark with just a lamp on like some cartoon villain?” Adrian said sarcastically as he sat across from you.

“Shut up. I'm doing research. Trying to figure out the butterflies food source”

“Any luck?”

“None” you sighed

Adrian took off his mask and placed it on the desk. He took his glasses out of his pockets and placed them on his face. You're not sure what possessed you or if it's because of the lack of sleep to say the words coming out of your mouth.

“ You’re really fucking cute Adrian.” you blurted out.

“Uh- what?” he nervously laughed while his face turned bright red.

“Yea the whole glasses and vigilante thing is really hot”

“Umm, t-t-thank you. I think you’re really fucking hot too. Like the first time I saw your face at Fennel Fields with Peacemaker, I was like fuck this girl is a goddess and then I saw your body and the way you fight and I was like damn I gotta fuck her RESPECTFULLY of course.” Adrian rambled on.

You chuckled at what he said. You got up from your desk and slowly walked over to stand in front of him. He sat there looking up at you with the softest eyes, fidgeting nervously in the chair.

“Get up Adrian" you said softly.

He slowly stood from his chair, now towing over me. Looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Do you wanna kiss me?" He looked at me dumbfounded and nodded.

"I need to hear the words Adrian. I want your full consent"

"Ye-" his voice cracked. Clearing his throat he said yes with a deep raspy voice.

You tiptoe to reach face-to-face. You can feel his breath on your face when you close your eyes to kiss Adrian for the first time. It started off as a chaste peck then he pulled you closed by the waist and wrapped his arms around it. You placed your arms around his neck, bringing your bodies tightly together. You bit his bottom lip for him to open up. He gasped softly which gave you the opportunity to place your tongue in his mouth. Adrian groaned into your mouth. His tongue started to aggressively take control over yours. Our tongues danced gracefully together in a heated battle. He continued to deepen the kiss while his hands moved from your waist to grip your ass. You whimpered as your hands drag down to his chest fisting his Vigilante suit, you can feel his quick heartbeat. You slowly pulled away, taking a deep breath. Adrian’s hands cradled your face as you both breathe heavily and desperately together. Your body is on fire with want, yearning for Adrian to do more.

After such a deep and lustful kiss, his thumb stroked your cheeks slowly moving toward your swollen lips. He's eyeing your lips with a newfound dark desire as he rubs his thumb across your bottom lip. You opened your mouth to lick the tip of his thumb and he slowly pushed it past your lips into your mouth. You sucked on his thumb, moaning around his finger as he looked at you with half-lidded lust-filled eyes. The change in Adrian’s facial expression while sucking on his thumb has made you realize you would do anything for him at this moment. He would ruin you for anyone else, no one can compare to how he is making your insides feel with a mere kiss. You longed for more.

"Look at you suckin’ on my thumb like a good slut. You want something bigger hmm?" You whined around his thumb giving Adrian a timid look. " I know my pretty girl needs more. I wanna see those full lips wrapped around my cock" he said breathlessly. He slowly dragged his wet thumb out your mouth with a pop trailing the finger down your chin to the middle of your throat. He firmly wrapped his hand around your throat. You whimpered desperately for more of his touches. 

"But that's for another time. Right now I wanna make you feel good. I need to know how that pretty pussy tastes. I need to feel you cum all over my face before I die. Please can I? Can I do this for you?" Adrian pleaded. 

“Yes please do anything, as long as you continue to touch me” you begged.

Adrian gently pushed you onto the desk. Kneeling before you he took off your footwear and pants. He looked up once more wordlessly asking for permission. You nod. His warm hands touch your calves as he softly kisses each leg. He held your knees firmly as he spread your thighs widely apart. You can feel his hot and heavy breath at your clothed pussy. You can feel yourself getting wetter by the second as you clenched around nothing preparing for him to touch you more.

He lets out a deep breath murmuring” fuck babe you smell so good”

You feel his warm mouth on your clothed cunt, licking you through the material of your panties. Your eyes closed as you let out a loud whimper.“ Fuck…. more Adrian”

His adorable eyes behind those glasses look up at you. ”Beg me for more” he demanded in a husky sensual voice.

You whined before pleading to him.

“Please fuck me with your tongue sir. I'll be a good slut for you just please make me cum. I'll do anything. I just-I just need you”

Adrian took a deep breath. He takes his glasses off. You can feel his hands tighten against your hips. He slowly pulls your panties down and off you. He whispers “fuck” as he comes face to face with your bare cunt. It didn't take long for him to put his mouth on your pussy. He’s licking, slurping and kissing your bare wet cunt as you moan loudly with no care in the world. Your hips jerk up as he firmly holds your thighs pressing his face deeper into you. Your entire body is burning up, and you feel a tight knot in your core. Adrian moans and groan into you as he continues to lick and suck at your clit messily. You pull his hair bringing him as close as humanly possible.

“I’m gonna-fuck Adrian, sir please I’m gonna cum” you moaned. The tight knot in your core comes loose. You feel this intense pressure burst as you cum all over his face.

“Fuck. This feels so good. Adrian, fuck you’re amazing” you scream out.

He raises his head, and you can see the bottom half of his face wet with your release. You feel your face heat up suddenly, embarrassed. He looks at you amazed, grinning like he accomplished a great feat. it’s cute you thought.

“Fuck babe that was sexy. I wanna see you do that again on my dick. You look so pretty when you cum. All tired and fucked out. I bet you get really cock drunk too. Fuck you got me so hard right now. I need to see you cum again” 

Adrian quickly stripped out of his vigilante suit and his underwear. You're left staring at his thick, long dick with the tip red leaking precum. You lick your lips subconsciously as more precum seeps out of his cock. Adrian notices your desperate look.

“You wanna taste me? Hmm? I know you wanna suck me off but I can’t wait. I need to feel you wrapped around me. I could give you a little taste. Open up for me princess. Lemme treat you.” He takes two fingers and gathers some of his precum. You open your mouth widely for him to place his fingers into your mouth. He tastes like manly musk and desire. 

Adrian smiled at you arrogantly.” you're such a whore for me aren't you” you nod

“I wanna hear your words princess”

“Yes sir I'm your whore” you murmured

You strip out of your t-shirt and bra as Adrian placed himself between your spread legs. His eyes are focused on your tits. You took one of his hands to grope your breasts. He played with your pointed nipples between his fingers. Moaning you took the back of his head, directing him to suck on your tits.

“Fuck babe you have the best tits in the world. I wanna bury my face in it forever”

You laughed at Adrian's statement. “ you can do that after but right now I need you to fuck me now please.”

“Oh fuck yea!” he chuckled. “Are you ready?”

“Yes sir.”

He tapped his heavy thick cock on your clit a few times before spreading your lips to lube up his cock with your wetness. Your hips jerk while your heated cunt clenches around nothing. Adrian watches you intensely as he places the tip of his cock into your tight cunt. He slowly moved inch by inch. You moaned, grabbing his biceps as he stretches you out, he continued to move but stopped when you flinched. He asked, “are u okay?”

“It’s okay keep going, you're just big and it's been a while” you reassured him.

He moved another inch, and finally, he was fully inside. He was a snug fit inside your pussy.

“Fuck baby you’re so tight. I need a minute. Shit, it’s so warm and wet. I might cum fast. I'm not kidding, your pussy is literally perfect. I can stay here for days.” Adrian murmured.

“Heh honestly, I might cum fast too. Just fuck me fast it’s getting late”

“As you wish princess”

He pulls out slowly, then thrusts back into your wet heat. You clenched around him as you felt his thick cock drag along your walls. You moaned loudly as he thrust deeply into your cunt. You feel Adrian leave wet sloppy kisses along your body. As he thrust into you, your tits bounced as he picked up the speed. The dark room is filled with the wet sounds of your body and skin slapping against each other as Adrian fucks into your bare cunt.

“Look at you taking me so well princess. That tight pussy is filled with me. Fuck you’re soaking my dick.” You moaned as he continues to fuck you and play with your clit.

“Fuck  Adrian, baby you feel so good. Keep fucking my pussy please. I’m gonna cum!” you cried out. You stared at each other breathless as he grinds into you. He holds one of your legs across his shoulders as he hits your sweet spot. You feel yourself go limp as the pressure in your core begins to burst.

“There? Right there? I know baby it feels good? Lemme fuck you dumb” he moans out. No words was coming out of your mouth, just delirious sounds as he fucks you senseless. You whine as he speeds up slamming into your spot. You come undone, the dam burst as you cum all over Adrian wetting his lower regions.

“fuckkk “ you whined

Shortly after Adrian snapped his hips so deep into you as he cums into your bare cunt flooding your heart. He lets out a loud groan finishing in you. He continues to gently thrust into you, slowly coming to a stop. You milk the last of his orgasm as you guys stood still breathless. Your pussy twinges as he slowly pulls out of you. You whined as your pussy is still sensitive. Adrian’s eyes are fixated on your cunt leaking his cum.

“Fuck I wanna take a picture of your pussy. It looks so pretty leaking like this. Can I please?” Adrian begged.

“What? fuck no that’s like second date stuff.” he pouted. You chuckled at his cute expression. You got off the desk to search for your clothes. 

“Dude, it's like 5 in the morning. We gotta leave before the others get here.” you and Adrian hurriedly redress before leaving headquarters. He walked you to your car.

“So…” he stated

“So…?”you asked

“Will this be like a regular thing or not? Cause I think we make good sex together” You laughed at Adrian. What a weird thing to say you thought.

“Yea maybe after missions. I don't know we’ll see. Also don't speak a word of this to Peacemaker or you're never getting this pussy again. Understand?”

“Understood,” he said. You guys parted ways to meet back later for a team meeting later in the day. As you reached your apartment you realized that you couldn't find your underwear.

“Fuck” you whispered. You assumed Adrian was the type to take a souvenir so you weren't too worried about it. 

The entire 11th street kids were in the middle of a meeting when Harcourt found your underwear under her desk.

“What the fuck is this?” Harcourt yelled.

You kept a straight face but you and Adrian made eye contact before he started stuttering an answer. Which resulted in you kicking his foot under the desk and him yelling out your name. Now everyone including Murn knows you and Adrian fucked. The meeting ended with Peacemaker laughing and asking about your sex life.

[fanficsandfluff]

Squealing Santa 2k23: All the Maybes in the World

Fandom: Peacemaker (DCEU)

Characters: Peacemaker (Christopher Smith), Vigilante (Adrian Chase)

A/N: Happy Holidays, @fluffy-lee-boa! It has been a hot minute since I've actually watched the show or seen Suicide Squad, but I sure did try my best. Peacemaker is a comfort character of mine, I love him to death, and I just want him to be happy.

Tried my best to take inspiration from your prompt: "Maybe Character A discovering he’s ticklish for the first time and wanting to bond with the Character B so they ask about it."

Thank you @squealing-santa for your organization and hosting another year of this fantastic tradition!

It's been a pleasure being able to provide you with your 2023 Squealing Santa fic!

"Is it bad?"

"No."

"Is it good?"

"If it wasn't bad, wouldn't you then assume it was automatically the opposite?"

"Is it cancer?"

"Adrian, what the fuck."

Christopher Smith pinched his temple between two fingers, letting out a very drawn-out sigh. When he came to his friend about his... well... discovery, let's put it, he had no idea how dense Adrian would be nor how difficult it was for him to actually explain himself.

"Well, you're not giving me the best clues, you know. You can make this clearer and stop beating around the bush if you just admitted you loved me," Adrian said in his oh-so-oblivious yet sincere way, pushing his glasses further up his face. This admission gave Christopher another reason to groan, this time into both hands that now shrouded his face.

"That's-That's not it, Adrian."

"Yeah, okay," Adrian scoffed.

Christopher finally looked up from his dejected position and furrowed his brow. Just come clean. Why was it so hard? He wanted to talk about it in the first place and now that the moment was here, he was too fucking embarrassed.

"Em did something to me that no one's done in a really, really long time and it was... surprising? It just--"

"Who's Em?"

Christopher turned his head to look at Adrian and gave him the benefit of the doubt, knowing the nickname had been pretty new to him and her, "Emilia, sorry."

"Who's Emilia?"

Benefit fucking obliterated.

"E-Emilia. You've worked with her for the past month."

"I have?"

"Harcourt--"

"Oh! Why didn't you just say so! Jesus, dude, here I am thinking Emilia was Eagly's other name or something."

Christopher was just about ready to walk out of his own goddamn trailer.

"So..." Adrian scooted a hair closer to Christopher on his buddy's couch, grinning, "What'd you two get up to?"

"She tickled me."

Adrian was still grinning, still nodding his head, tongue poking out like he was hearing some sick story about his best friend and teammate getting it on together, until, "Huh?"

"I know... I didn't know what was happening at first. And I just-- reacted! Then I shut down, she asked me about it, and pssh, I barely knew what the fuck I was feeling so I booked it out of there."

"Why'd you run away?"

"Because..." Christopher's mouth was fully ready to continue speaking, but his brain stopped him short. Why did he leave the situation so quickly? From what he'd heard about it, tickling wasn't too bad. But every part of his body wanted to flee the scene the moment it happened.

"Did Keith ever tickle you?"

In a rare moment of sincere clarity, Adrian hit the nail on the head with that unidentified trauma.

Of course. When the brothers would sneak around to avoid their father, the two would do anything they could to keep their spirits up. And that definitely included a tickle fight here or there, ones that young Christopher would lose more often than not. And if dad ever found them, he'd hurl the homophobic and incestual slurs. So, yeah, Chris never thought about that in a really, really long time. Until today. Until his fight or flight kicked in because of one stray touch along his ribs.

Christopher ended up nodding slowly after what he was sure was many moments of silence as he was taken back to decades ago. Adrian even let him have these moments, which was another big win for his character.

The realization dawned upon Adrian in a heartbeat later, and he was smiling wide, "You're ticklish?"

Chris felt an unfamiliar flush build in his cheeks and he glanced at his friend, "Yes, but don't get any ideas, Adrian, I swear to god."

"Wouldn't dream of it," not, "I just can't believe the Peacemaker is ticklish! Who would've guessed?" even Adrian let out a small, excited giggle.

"And you aren't? Why's it such a big deal? I bet you like it, too, you sick freak," even though Christopher came to Adrian to confess and get some advice about his predicament, he couldn't avoid hurling insults as his defense mechanism. Can't get too close now, remember.

"Oh, I do," Adrian thumbed his glasses again, nodding and possessing a very matter-of-fact look about him, "It's one of my favorite torture methods."

Chris made a face, knowing in that moment Adrian definitely meant to torture and to be tortured.

"What's there to like?" he asked more genuinely.

"It's so much fun, dude! The tingles, the nerve endings, the effortless laughter," Adrian was smiling just thinking about it, and Christopher was squirming at just the mention.

It was then, in basking in the beautiful memories of being involved in tickling, that Adrian reached out and pinched at Christopher's side without abandon. Chris shot off the couch completely, screaming a, "What the fuck!"

Adrian giggled with pure glee coursing through his body at the discovery his best friend laid out before him, "Stop fighting it!" he bolted off the couch and ran straight at Christopher.

They played a brief game of cat and mouse, Chris hurling every kind of insult at Adrian in his avoidance of the inevitable. The ever-determined Adrian wound up cornering Christopher in his bedroom, avoiding objects that were hurled at his head in the process.

"Go fuck yourself. Fuck you, fuck your mom, fuck your aunt--"

"What's Aunt Kathy got to do with this?"

"Well I know you don't have a sister, otherwise I would've banged her already, dipshit."

Adrian grinned disturbingly at the thought. He wouldn't want any part in that intimate affair, of course, but him being able to say that Peacemaker was his brother-in-law was too tempting to not daydream of.

Christopher was genuinely considering jumping out his window once he ran out of small throwable objects. That split second of decision cost him big, as Adrian roundhouse kicked him directly into his bed.

Knowing he had nowhere else to go, nothing else he could do to prevent this, Christopher threw up his hands, "Wait wait wait wait! Adrian, wait!"

"Yeah, buddy?" Adrian straddled Chris and rested his own hands on his hips just waiting for whatever his idol and friend was going to say to him.

Christopher shut his eyes and took a few deep breaths before continuing his thought, "This is still new for me... I'd appreciate it if you, you know..." he swallowed, "took it easy."

Adrian couldn't believe his ears. Had he already converted Christopher into being okay with tickling? Not fighting back as much as his traumatized brain probably wanted him to? Adrian now felt he had a duty to uphold. To take a step in reversing whatever repressed, fucked up memories and feelings Christopher had towards tickling.

"Of course, dude," Adrian assured. He wiggled his fingers in quick anticipation and softly touched down on Christopher's belly. He could feel his friend tense beneath him and watched Christopher's hands land on his own face to cover up.

"No anti-torture techniques now, Mr. Military Man," Adrian chastised.

Adrian did take notice of Christopher making himself more vulnerable by lifting his hands like he did. And the Vigilante was not one to turn down the opportunity, so he clawed at Peacemaker's ribs, not pressing in too hard at the behest of his friend.

Christopher's arms immediately shot down and squeezed to his sides as laughs huffed their way through. When Adrian vibrated his fingers more quickly, that amped up Christopher's laughter, the much larger man rocking from side to side.

"Awesome," Adrian had a smile a mile wide at this discovery, at seeing his best friend and idol laughing this carefree.

Adrian tested out a few more spots on Chris's upper body, all earning him a variety of laughs. When he'd had his fill of exploiting his friend's weakness, he unhooked his legs from atop Christopher and knelt beside him on the bed. Chris took in deep breaths to recover and was rubbing his hands along the parts of his torso that still felt tingly.

"That was so much fun," Adrian decided to pitch in his two cents, smiling broadly.

Christopher was still processing what just transpired. He did think he should be feeling way more self-conscious after being so vulnerable like that, laid bare with all his emotions and his body. But no, he was actually feeling pretty good. Like the tickling was a stress-reliever. He would never admit any of this, however, of fucking course not.

"Economos is gonna die when he hears about this," Adrian seemed to be still in his own little fantasy world post-tickling, giggling at the idea of their teammates face when he tells him of Peacemaker's weakness.

"Oh, fuck no. You're not selling me out to Economos! I trusted you, man!" Christopher, fully on the rebound, saw the glint in Adrian's eyes behind the kid's glasses and the anticipatory smile on his stupid face, and, well... don't look a gift horse in the mouth.

Adrian was squealing and laughing before Christopher even laid a finger on him. And yeah, it was clear to Christopher just how much Adrian enjoyed being tickled. Which was actually kinda cute.

And as Christopher was getting his footing being the giver of tickles, not the receiver, he was quickly seeing how much more he preferred this side of it. Doing the tickles. Being a younger sibling first, then only child, he was only ever on the receiving end or receiving nothing at all. Adrian must have been used to this kind of treatment being Gut Chase's kid brother, so maybe that's why it grew like it did within him.

Either way, Chris was fine taking pointers from Adrian on how to tickle him more effectively, which was all kids of fucked. And Adrian swore not to tell anyone else on the team about this. While Adrian and secrets was a ticking time bomb, Christopher knew he needed the time to fully anticipate what was to come. Maybe the team knowing wasn't a bad thing. Maybe he avoided the situation with Emilia too quickly. Maybe there was still a chance for him to feel more grounded day by day, surrounding himself with loving people and loving acts. Fuck, he was getting soft... and maybe soft wasn't a bad thing, either.

[danidrabbles]

Sweet

Notes: I wrote this little piece for @nobodys-baby-now​‘s birthday! Vee, I thought it was only fair since you gave me your first ever finished Adrian fic for my birthday, I’d return the favour with my first ever finished Adrian fic for yours!

I won’t make it to sappy for reasons known to you and me, but: You’re an incredible friend and I am so happy to know you. Thank you for being there, for making me laugh, for coming up with AUs with me and for teaching me to love idiots-to-lovers even more than I already did. I hope you recognize some elements from this, and I really hope like this, happy birthday 🥳💖🧜‍♂️!

Pairing Adrian Chase/Vigilante x f!reader

Rating: T, I suppose (But my blog is very 18+, so no minors!)

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: female reader + female pronouns, fluff, a sprinkle of angst, food mentions, bets (because they’re my brand), I’ve not watched Peacemaker in a bit so maybe OOC Adrian?... I’d say that’s it! Please let me know if I missed something!

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It’s when you’re keeping watch during a mission that you notice it.

The poster is about the same size as you, with a large Ferris wheel at the centre, and at the credit of some underpaid graphic design employee, the smaller attractions and happy customers are photoshopped around it. With its size, bright colours and silly fonts, it’s all but screaming, ‘Notice me! Notice me!’ at you from across the street

A carnival is coming to Evergreen and is staying for a whooping two months.

The sight of the poster makes your stomach turn and your imagination run amok.

Perfect families enjoying an evening out.

Friends laughing and sharing cotton candy.

Dates holding hands and kissing atop the Ferris wheel.

It isn’t disgust, but certain jealousy that the images evoke – none of these things had really been a part of your life.

But it’s the last one in particular that gets you.

It’s not that you’re unsuccessful in the dating department. It’s just that the older you get, the more you realize people are only interested in one thing. People don’t often date you with the intention of getting to know you, or discovering if it is worth building something with you, it’s always about the physical – actually, thinking about it as you are, you can’t remember the last time someone even offered—

“I’ll take you.”

Adrian’s sudden appearance next to you nearly makes you jump.

“What?” you say highly, your voice letting on a lot more than you want it to when you whip your head around to look at him.

“The carnival,” he says. “You want to go, right? Someone who looks at a poster like that for a quick second just wants to know what it says, but you’re starring. Leads me to conclude you want to go.”

Briefly, as you stare at the red visor to try and read his expression, you wonder if you had been talking out loud earlier, with the way he’s apparently reading your mind right now. As a result, the sound you make in reply is non-committal; better to keep it in the middle. You don’t know exactly what he means with, “I’ll take you,” and the last thing you need is an awkward conversation about it during a mission.

To that, Adrian just nods, before adding, “I’m sorry I scared you.”

“You didn’t,” you scoff, willing the embarrassment that starts to flower up your body away.

“Yeah, right,” Adrian says, and you don’t have to try to read his expression this time, you know he’s twisting it into a sceptical look. “You almost jumped.”

“Shut up.”

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 The next couple weeks at work are incredibly hectic, which can be expected when one’s job is saving the world. There are stake-outs, dangerous infiltrations, long rides home in the van – and you’re on one of those rides now.

The late afternoon sun colours everyone’s exhausted but satiated faces in orange hues. Next to you, Adrian shuffles in place uncomfortably, hands placed at his sides to crack his back. He heaves a sigh of relief afterwards, at which point he decides to say, “We should go to the carnival tonight.”

His comment throws you off, and it’s not just because of the moment, it’s about him suggesting this at all. After weeks, you were sure Adrian had forgotten all about his offer, and even though you hate to admit it, it had made you upset. And now, just when you’re starting to get over your disappointment, he re-ignites your hope embarrassingly fast.

“I’m going to pick you up at eight,” he says.

His determination makes your lips curl into a small smile, but you’re not going to fold that easily. “Bold of you to assume that I don’t already have plans,” you say, faux-nonchalantly.

Adrian’s face turns to you so quick that you’re sure he’s hitting Emilia in the head with the back of his mask. “Are you going with someone else?”

It’s then that you remember that even the smallest drop of fake-nonchalance is enough for Adrian to believe it. “I’m just fucking with you,” you assure him after turning to face him. “I don’t have plans tonight.”

“Pfff, yeah, I totally knew that,” he says with a scoff, adjusting in place again and doing a terrible job of masking his relief. His visor stays on you for a bit longer, almost as if he’s waiting for something else.

“And I’m not going to the carnival with someone else,” you add.

“Okay, cool,” Adrian says, voice cheerful. He leaps to his feet just as the van comes to a stop outside of Henenlotter Video. “So, tonight, at eight?”

“See you at eight.”

As Adrian jumps from the back of the van and disappears to find his car, you swear you hear him say, “It’s a date.”

Despite your best efforts, you can’t push down the warm, fuzzy feeling that leaves you with.

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Adrian, punctual as he is, parks his Sebring in front of the motel most of your team is staying in exactly at eight. After you get in, you notice the plain clothes he’s wearing are a sweater-and-jeans combination you’ve see him in before. His circle-framed glasses are perched on his nose, sliding down slightly, but quickly pushed in place again when he turns onto the street.

The carnival, it turns out, is close; close enough to have walked if you really wanted. When you raise this point with Adrian, he just scoffs, and murmurs something about dates picking you up being the first rule of going on dates, before he steps out of the car after parking on the overcrowded parking lot.

You’re quick to follow, and when you round the corner off the lot and into the carnival, it’s immediately clear Evergreen takes their carnivals seriously. It’s packed, bright lights flicker and change colour, there’s sounds coming from everywhere, and you stay plastered to Adrian side as he leads you through the crowd.

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You notice fairly early into the evening that Adrian knows the carnival like the back of his hands. He knows where to get tickets quickly, where to get the best cotton candy, knows which machines have the highest success rate and he even shows you an arcade machine where he has the high score. It’s unexpectedly enjoyable to see Adrian so in his element outside of work, and the way his eyes light up when you ask him questions makes you beam in return.

When he’s in the middle of showing you a pinball machine, something you know how to use but you let him show you anyway, there’s something that catches Adrian’s eye that gives him pause. You follow his line of sight, and see a Shoot A Duck stand. A large man shows one of his customers how to use the gun, and just as he does, he gets tapped on the shoulder by a bald man. They exchange words and the bald man takes the large man’s place in the stand.

“This is our chance,” Adrian says when the large man disappears behind a curtain.

“What?” you ask confused, keeping an eye on your game as you do.

“I’ll explain later,” Adrian assures you. “Come on, this will be fun, I promise.”

The eagerness in his voice is hard to miss, and it makes you curious as to what ‘chance’ Adrian is talking about, so you leave your game behind. After a short walk and a five minute wait at the Shoot A Duck stand, you get your answer.

“You have thirty seconds, you can play for three, five or ten ducks,” the bald man explains when Adrian approaches the counter. “Which do you want?”

Adrian’s eyes sparkle with mischief when he looks at you, before turning back and replying, “I’ll shoot thirty, and then she gets to pick whatever she wants,” he replies, nodding at the prizes surrounding the ducks.

You bring a hand up to your face to hide your smile, immediately catching on to his plan.

Adrian can hit those thirty ducks with his eyes closed.

“You can play for three, five or ten ducks,” the man presses. “Or you can go.”

“Fine.” Adrian reaches for something in his pocket, then smashes a 100 dollar bill onto the counter, “I’ll add this, too. You win, you can keep this and my tickets. I win, she gets to pick whatever she wants.”

The man looks Adrian up and down and grins, Adrian’s smaller build clearly reason to count himself a rich man, and he agrees to the terms, then hands over the gun. “Good luck, little friend,” he says.

Adrian brings the gun up to his face, lining the sight on top up with his eye. It dawnes on you then that you get to see Adrian like you never get to see him – in Vigilante mode without his mask on. His expression is serious, concentrated, his stance is perfect… and then the man tells him it’s his time.

It’s over in a flash – thirty perfect shots, an extra one for good measure.

The man’s expression – open-mouthed, cheeks flushed, brows furrowed – is the biggest win of all.

Adrian takes his 100 dollar bill back from the counter, then turns to face you, beaming with pride. “So, what do you want?”

You bite your lip with a smile, before pointing towards a medium sized stuffed animal in the form of a bat. The bald man turns to retrieve Adrian’s winnings, then hands it over with some mellow words of congratulations.

The mood turns quick when the curtain at the back of the stand swings open, and the large man emerges.

“Adrian?!” he shouts, his voice like thunder. “I told you not to come back here!”

“Sorry, Casper. “Adrian blindly presses his prize to your chest, keeping eye contact with the large man as he backs away. Then, he takes your free hand and pulls you with him to make a run for it and disappear into the crowd. “No takebacks!” he shouts over his shoulder.

When the crowd clears and there’s more room to run, you zoom after your partner for the evening, clutching your prize close, until eventually you turn a corner where you can hide in case Casper follows after you. With a shared laugh, you catch your breaths, and you can’t help but voice your excitement.

“That was amazing,” you pant. “You were amazing; you should tell Chris about that tomorrow.”

“It was pretty great,” Adrian agrees, your compliments only adding to his flushed state.

You scan your surroundings as Adrian cleans his fogged up glasses, and realize you’ve ended up right next to the Ferris wheel.

“I want some more excitement,” you say, offering Adrian your outstretched hand. “Let’s get on there.”

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From up here, you have a perfect outlook on the city.

“Didn’t think I’d ever say it, but Evergreen actually looks kind of pretty like this,” you say, referring to all the lights that are visible all the way to the horizon. 

“That’s only because crime is so hard to see from up here,” Adrian replies tightly.

You whip your head back to him to offer him a witty retort, but when you do you find Adrian isn’t looking at the view. His head is bent down towards the floor of the cart, and as the carnival lights reflect in his glasses, you get brief glimpses at his narrowed eyes.

“Oh, my god,” you say, leaning back in your seat. “You’re afraid of heights.”

“No, I’m not!” Adrian says immediately, head still pointed down.

Your banter is suddenly interrupted when the Ferris wheel comes to a halt, making your cart sway back and forth. Adrian lets out a soft yelp, soft enough to have gone unnoticed had you not been paying attention to him, but loud enough to realize he really is afraid and that your time of teasing is over for now.

You scoot forward, your knees pressed up against his, and you close your hands over his balled fists. “Look at me,” you say softly, brushing your thumbs over his skin. “It’ll be just me, it’s so you can focus on something.”

It takes a second, and then you watch as Adrian lifts his head slowly, before opening his eyes at the same pace until they can meet yours. The change in him is instant; his shoulders drop, he lets out a deep breath and his balled fists uncurl until he can press his palms against his jeans.

“How’s that?” you ask.

“Distracting,” he offers up immediately.

The laugh you let out is stifled by the realization that it’s also distracting for you, and suddenly it’s silent between you, the carnival music but a cheery soundtrack at the very back of the moment you’re having together.

“Do you need more distraction?” The question leaves you before you even realized you were going to speak, and it might have made you overthink your entire evening had Adrian not all but jumped on the opportunity you were offering up with an eager,

“Yes.”

He’s already leaning in, and it makes you smile into the kiss that follows when you do the same. It’s soft, and chaste, and for reasons you’re not currently capable of examining, it makes your stomach flip when he doesn’t deepen the kiss. Instead, his hands fly up to your face to hold you, to brush his nose against yours and give you another quick peck.

Somewhere along the way, when you were clearly too involved in your shared moment to notice it, the Ferris wheel had started moving again, and when the usher opens your cart at the very bottom of the wheel to let the both of you out, you lead with your hand holding Adrian’s.

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It’s approaching midnight when Adrian finishes explaining how his recent fear of heights came to be (falling out of a tree with a butterfly strapped to his back) and you’re making your way to the parking lot. The day had been long, full, and tiresome, and as a result you’re exhausted, but you don’t want it to end. You’re almost embarrassed to admit that the whole evening, including this very moment, feels a bit dream-like, because it’s unlike anything you ever experienced before.

“Did you have a good night?” Adrian asks, steering you both to his car.

You steal a glance at your intertwined fingers, reminding yourself this moment is very real, before looking up at Adrian. You find him looking expectant, lips pursed in anticipation of your verdict.

With a nod and a smile, you tell him, “You have no idea.”

[mothonfire]

A Beer in a Wine Glass

read in ao3 || this masterlist 

Adrian Chase // male!reader 

Warnings ; mentions of blood, descriptions of smut. 

Sipnosis ; Adrian gives you a blow job for pride month 

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Cold, shining, golden beer was all you could think about. God, you could almost taste it, from the bar down the road, second tap to the left, Heineken; or, if you were lucky, one stubby of Estrella Galicia, just because it felt closer to home. The day was almost over, the vampires were killed, the mission was done for the day and that beer had light of its own inside your mind.

“You have no idea how bad I wanna get wasted right now,” Chris let his bag on your desk with a loud thud and clapped his hands.

“Fuck, yeah” Vigilante took his mask off, a drop of blood down the side of his face. You sighed, going into the bathroom and hoped he didn´t need stitches. It was almost last call and you wanted your beer, stitches would take for ever.

Emilia came back to the main room in your new headquarters, a small house on the outskirts. “There is no way you are drinking tonight” Adrian frowned, standing up from the office chair he was sitting on.

“Why not?” You came back, first aid kit in hand.

Emilia left a gun on her table. “I am a hundred percent sure you have a concussion”

“No, I do not!” He looked offended and you nudged him, gesturing to the table behind him. He half sat.

“You hit your head, on a traffic sign. Then fell off a cliff and landed on a rock”

He frowned. “Well not with my head!” You cleaned the trail of blood and took the hair out of his forehead. You knew your breath was hitting his cheek. He liked it.  

“You were unconscious for twenty minutes!”

“I fell asleep!”

“Bullshit,”

“Oh no, Vig, dude” you covered your mouth and he looked up at you, wide eyed “I can see your brain spilling out your head!” You wanted to distract him, your head hurt a bit and his daily back and forth with Emilia was making you want he was unconscious again.

He stood up. “What?” it was kind of stupid how highpitched his scream was “Is it gonna fall off? Can it fall off? Oh, no, I like my brain inside my head dude! Quick, catch it” You started laughing a little and he stopped “Oh you were messing with me,” he sat back down with a small smile “that was funny”

“You are not drinking today,” he only needed butterfly stitches.

“Not you too!”

“I'm sorry,” you smiled “But you did hit your head pretty hard” You closed the cut “So no drinking”

He looked at you like if you had stabbed him. “That is so not fair,” he climbed off the table and stormed out the room. You closed the kit.

“There is no drinking for you either,” Harcourt said.

You snapped your head back. “What? Why?” You heard a muffed ‘Hah, loser’ from the other room and you frowned on it´s direction. Fucking hell.

“You are absurdly behind with your reports, I need at least the ones from last week for tomorrow” Emilia grabbed her things.

Man. “I'm not that behind, come on,” that cold beer was slowly drifting away from you.

Emilia gave you a look "Dude, come on, even Chris has written down more than you"

"Ah, suck it" he was smiling proudly, cleaning his helmet.

"Oh, piss off!" you got closer to Emilia and clasped your hands together "Please, please, I'll do them later" Devastating, absolutely devastating.

"No, you stay. It's an order"

You sighed, curling up your lip. Ow, man. "What a bummer" Vigilante mocked, holding himself by the door frame. The fucker was laughing a bit. He was also on black sweatpants and a tight shirt, some of the spare clothes he left in the HQ.

"You stay too," Emilia started walking away with everyone else "you need to start writing reports, we are paying you now"

"Hah, loser" you murmured and he frowned at you.

"It's not fun if you say it," and they all left the house.

 You had more than a week of late reports. Eleven missions, if you were being precise. And that was going to take you all night. God you wished you had done them earlier, now you could be drinking. And you weren't drinking. You hated not drinking. You loved drinking. So much, man.

"This is so boring I think I'm going to die," in the span of an hour, Adrian had sat on the couch, thrown knives at the wall, eaten chocolate, hidden under a table, lost his phone, found it and stabbed a pencil in an apple.

"You could write reports," you looked back at him "that's just an idea"

"I don't wanna do that!" and he was back on the couch, like a vicious cycle. “It's boring, I need action” You went back to the writing. Just seven more to go. The silence didn't last long. “My legs feel like they are going to explode”

“You have been here for an hour,” your eyes were locked on the screen.

“And twenty-three minutes!”

Your head fell to your hands and you groaned, fingers pressed to your eyes, then intertwined on top of your mouth. “If you don't wanna be here, leave. I need to finish”  

“I don't wanna leave,” he kind of murmured that one, sitting up on the couch. You made a face, frowning with your lip curled up and your eyes small. “I shouldn't leave you alone, it's late”

You kept the face “Okay, that is just bullshit”

“No-uh” he stood up, a defiant finger pointed at you. Kind of energetic and definitely out of place, absolutely comically stupid.

“Yuh-uh,” you stood up too, finger to his face. “I´m a fucking soldier” kind of.

He stared for a second. “I think you are a, uh, a small weak man and that—that you need me to protect you,” your mouth flew open. He was so obviously lying but it was funny to see him try.

“I could totally fuck you up,” you couldn’t help the smile.

“Oh, oh, umh there is no way in that, I´d win you with a hand to my back,” he raised his eyebrows at you “you have some uh, skinny wiggled arms, and some like, not at all strong hands and you are not—you don't,” he pointed a finger to you “you don't train as much as I do” He looked pretty satisfied with that.

“Mh, is that so?” The truth is that it wasn't true at all, you weren't as jacked as Peacemaker was but you handled yourself and you thought of yourself as a pretty good fighter. You knew Adrian though this too. “You think you can beat me in a fight, Chase?” That’s were he wanted to end. He was bored, when he was bored he needed to move and, for some reason he didn´t want to leave so he was provoking you. You found it pretty funny, how blandly obvious it was.

“I know it” and you punched him on the face.

It wasn't really that hard, not even half as hard as you normally would punch someone. You aimed for the jaw, so his glasses wouldn't take any damage. He stumbled back, got a hand to his jaw, looked at you half crouched and launched himself at you. He did not hit you as hard as he could have.

After a bit he grabbed your arm and tried to make you lose your balance, knock you down, but you kicked him and punched him again. He wasn't focused. You were good, really good, trained and skilled but Adrian would have been able to kill you with a good sharpened pencil only. But he didn't. In fact, he was losing.

It went on for a long while. Kicks and punches thrown there and then. He punched you once, on the nose, and you kicked him. In the motion he got a foot under you, making you fall back, to the couch. You sat there, confused for a second, looking up at him, chest heaving. You tried to stand up. He grabbed your wrists and you struggled, groaning. He leaned in, his weight helping him. He put one leg on either side of yours, knee next to the thigh. Your legs were spread open so it was hard for him to balance himself.

“Get off me,” your voice came out low, you tried to move your body one last time but he sank you further into the couch, both your hands trapped over your head now.

“I win,” and he was smiling. You were holding back, and now he was smiling down at you, sweat damping his hair, out of breath. Smiling.

You stared at him breathing out of your mouth. You really couldn't move. His whole weight on you. Well not all of it, he still had his knees on the couch. You kind of wished it was all of it. You just stared.

He had beautiful eyes, greenish blue. He had a small mole on his cheek and little freckles around it and his nose. You wondered where else he had them.

You swallowed hard, not struggling anymore though his grip did not loosen. He felt like he was closer now. In fact he was. Slowly, not smiling anymore, he was lowering his head. He blew a warm breath to your open mouth and you sighed, setting your hands free, grabbing his face, slamming him into you. He hummed with his throat, tilting his head. You opened your mouth again and deepened the kiss, he leaned in, body and soul. His belly pressed against the end of your chest. You let go of his face, slipped your hands down at his waist, slow at first, his skin felt too smooth to hurt it. He bit your bottom lip and stared into your eyes through his lashes, slowly pulling away, glasses at the end of his nose. You held his waist tightly, squeezing it a bit. He let a breath out, it was warm and made a small whining sound. You kissed him again, fingers digging to his flesh this time. He pressed himself closer, small sounds escaping every time air came between your lips. He held your face and pressed you further down, your fingertips rubbing the small of his back.

You weren't sure how long it took him to let go of your face and start fumbling with the buttons of your shirt, struggling with his mouth still over yours. After a bit he looked down, big wet sigh escaping his lips. He got the first button; the corner of his mouth twitched up and you felt it in the depths of your stomach. He got the second button.

You leaned up a bit. "Wait, there's blood on your face" it was over his mouth and on the tip of his nose, you reached up but his hand got there first. He didn't lose the smile, cleaning the blood with the back of his thumb.

He stopped to look at it and then at you, this other hand still half into your shirt. "I think it's yours," his voice was so low and his eyes so deep it took you a while to process what he had said. You blinked a few times.

"Oh, fuck, sorry," you tried to move, pressing your wrist to your nose. He cleaned himself a bit and went back to your shirt, tilting his head down to kiss your neck.

"Don't apologize," his voice came warm from under your ear, he was being quiet. You could feel his smile, "I was the one who punched you" He bit your skin and your head fell back onto the couch.

He unfastened the last button and half a second after his hands were inside the shirt. He couldn't stop, he had to touch you everywhere all at once, he pressed your ribs and chest as he sucked small dots bruising all over your throat. You pulled him up to kiss him again and he stood on his knees, drifting away slowly, smiling.

“It's odd to look up at you,” you whispered.

“What? Why?” you just wanted to see that confused frown again.

“Cause I'm always looking down,” you played with the fabric of his shirt “I'm taller”

He gaped his mouth, taking a big breath in. “That is not true!” You kissed him and he hummed again, now it felt more like a hug, with him tilting his head and you holding him on top of you. “I love your neck…” he breathed with a hand around it and his mouth on your jaw. He was careful now, going down, kissing your chest, dropping to the ground, grabbing your belt.

“Adrian—” he was in between your legs, eyes with light of their own.

“What? Do I stop?” his eyebrows shot up “I need your consent and stuff,”

He was adorable. “No, it's fine just,” you looked around “everyone uses this couch, it feels kind of wrong”

Adrian nodded, as if he was following you though it was obvious he wasn't. “There's the upstairs rooms,”

“We all use those,” you take turns to sleep in long shifts.

He was disappointed now, let down, that thing he had was consuming itself inside him and you couldn't let it disappear. It had woken something in you, and you felt the sense grow back in you, the voice that whispered that you couldn't do it, that it was Adrian, that he was your teammate and just that. You wanted to do it, wanted to let him in, wanted him like that just for a bit more. “Don't you have a car?” And it was back in his eyes, with the smile and the tight grip. He got up and left. You looked for paper in the bathroom and let the water run for a second, staring at your bloody face in front of you. “Come on, let's go,” he was behind you. You looked at him through the mirror. “Don't wash, it's kinda hot,”

Adrian took your arm and dragged you out. He stopped and pressed something that beeped. The air was cold outside, night long fallen, streetlights reflecting on his glasses. You couldn't stop staring at him, at his profile, his smile, his nose and his jaw. He pulled your arm and you followed him down the road. It was a new neighbourhood, on the outskirts, half the houses still unbuilt, no neighbours. Perfect for a HQ. And for you.

He opened the door for you and you climbed to the passenger’s seat, back against the other door, head on the window. It was still kind of cold. He closed the door behind him and threw himself at you, kissing you, making you hit the back of your head. He pulled back. “Dude, I need to suck you off, right now, or I think I´ll die” you laughed, just a bit, then you undid your belt. His smile was priceless, he looked down at your hand on your crotch as if they were made of gold. “Let me, let me” He undid the button and looked up at you, asking for permission, more excited than you had ever seen him. And that was saying a lot.

You leaned down to kiss him and then nodded, murmuring a small “go for it,” he kissed your tummy and pulled the zipper down slowly. Your legs started to feel numb, him in between your thighs. He got his head up for a second and got you off your pants, smiling at the sight.

"Hey, big boy," he whispered and you wanted to laugh again. He ran a hand down your thigh, pulling your leg up, resting it on his shoulder. His hand gripped you and you locked eyes with the ceiling, sighing.

Adrian started stroking, slower than you thought he would, holding himself back, pushing down the hunger. He ran his tongue down your tip, your hands falling to his hair as soon as his lips met you. His hair was clean and soft. You groaned when you felt him pull you deeper.

His hands rubbed the back of your legs, spreading your legs apart. The air was starting to suffocate you. He was all warm. You wrapped your legs around him, drowning out the noises coming off your throat. He gripped your waist, fingers digging into your skin, and pulled you further down. Your head hit the car door and your back was pressed against the seat. Adrian maneuverer you without losing his peace, deepening, pressing up with his tongue. You pushed his head down a little bit, to see how far he could go. He made a pleasant sound and your legs tightened around him. He got it out, breathing for a second, stroking you slowly, kissing down. You couldn't see his face, buried in between your legs. He was licking under your dick now, kissing, breathing heavily. You hand was still lost in his hair.

He looked at you, for a brief second, then you were deep down his throat. “Fuck—” Your legs shoved him down, around his neck, you tried to loosen the grip, afraid of making him believe he was trapped. He let his hands still, focusing on his mouth, unsteady peace. His lips closed at your tip before shoving down again. He started going faster, messier, playing with the tempo. You started to feel him all around you, not only his lips and the back of his throat, not only the warmth of his breath on your belly. He was in your veins, you felt him in your stomach. Sounds were coming off you, up from forgotten places. You gripped his hair, he was fast but just enough and you almost couldn't breathe, the tension down your stomach expanding through your veins.

“Adrian,” it came out weak “Adrian, I´m— Fuck, I´m gonna…” He made a sound with his throat and you arched your back, releasing it all, wanting him close, pulling his hair. “F—uck…” You let your back fall, everything relaxed and you breathed deeply. He pulled back and you let go of his hair. He kept his hands on your legs. You were sweaty, felt warm all over, your eyes on the car ceiling, your head resting up, your breaths going in and out at weird tempos.

His hands rubbed your legs, going up to your waist, playing with the button up around your sides. “How was it?” His throat was sore but he sounded happy.

“Fucking hell…” you breathed out, unable to move. He kissed your knee, folded up, then your thigh. You looked down at him. He was on one knee in between your legs, the other with his foot touching the ground, leg under your leg. His hair was messed up and his cheeks dyed a pinkish shade. He was smiling, sweat damping his hair. “Did you swallow it?”

He was looking at you in an odd way, you had never seen that look directed towards you. “Yeah,” he was admiring you. He breathed out. “You are really beautiful”

You breathed out a laugh, sitting up. “Shut up,” you smiled a little when you pressed your lips back together. He hummed a bit, holding your face, kissing slowly. You pushed him back, lips still connected. His back rested half on the door on his side, half on his seat. Your mouth fell to his neck. “You are too dressed,” you whispered against his skin.

He took his shirt off without a single word. His skin was soft, you traced it as you kissed under his jaw. His heartbeat sped up, he sighed. He was sweet. His hands were on your hair. You kissed him as you pulled his pants down.

[babblydrabbly]

100. "I forgot my towel." with Peacemaker please

Peacemaker/Chris Smith x Squad!Reader - gn!reader - smuttish - 500 words - warnings: Language. Nudity.

“Turn around.”

“What? Why?” Chris throws you a stubborn glance as he flips through channels on the motel screen.

Your excitement for sleeping somewhere with a queen bed, a hot shower, and a diner across the street for the first time since you were sentenced to the squad was somewhat dulled by the news you’d be sharing your room. Peacemaker, however, seem unperturbed.

You huff. Using the bathroom door to block his view, you try to poke your head out some more. “Would you just close your eyes or something? I forgot my towel.”

“Not my problamo.” He kicks back further against his headboard. “Use the little hand towel on the sink.”

Your death glare goes unseen. You wait for him to relent, but all you receive is a few oblivious chuckles with the laugh track playing on screen.

“Asshole.” You murmur under you breath.

Its one thing to put up with his shit in the field. But tonight, you decide your fucks had run out. Swinging the bathroom door open, a waft of steam follows you out of the bathroom as you stride out.

“You better have left me some hot wa-“ Chris’ eyes snap to you, then immediately dart away. “What the fuck!”

You take your time, stopping in front of the tv- right in his line of vision- as you reach over and grab your towel on the arm chair beside it. You know from the angle you’ve just given him a good glimpse of all your glory from behind.

You shrug and towel off your hair first. Biting back a small smile, you watch Chris get up in a huff, muttering about how you better not have used up all the complimentary soaps.

You don’t know why, but you didn’t expect the man to stifle a cough and glance away awkwardly as he shuffles around you. In fact, your time in Belle Reve had left you expecting a lot more jeering.

The bathroom door swings almost-shut behind him. You fall back onto your bed and let the sound of the shower running once more soothe you as the cold motel AC cools your damp skin.

Chris doesn’t look too shocked when you push open the bathroom door a few minutes later. You lean on the door frame with a curious smirk.

“Could have just asked, instead of sexually harassing me.” He quips in that annoying, matter-of-fact way of his. You roll you eyes and slide the glass shower door open, letting yourself slot in beside the large man. He moves so the spray can hit your skin again.

You hum. “You want me to buy you dinner first too?”

Chris grins as he grips both your hips in his strong hands. You make a surprised sound when he pulls your body flush with his- a wall of muscle colliding hotly with yours.

His eyes finally flit over you- over the water riveting down your bare chest. He arches a brow. “I could eat.” He smirks. And for the first time, you don’t mind the cocky attitude.

[multifandomfanficss]

Stuck With You

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

Adrian Chase Masterlist

Prompt: When the team sticks their newest member with Vigilante, everyone feels bad for you, but you’re grateful to have him around when you run into something from your past and lose your cool.

Warnings: panic attacks, human experimentation, referenced child abuse

A/N: I found a couple lines of dialogue in my drafts that I never did anything with and I had the writing bug today so I decided to finally make something with it! I’ll crosspost it on my AO3 adriansglasses as well. Hope you enjoy!

“(L/N), you’re with Vigilante.” Harcourt says, at the beginning of the meeting.

“You’re really gonna stick the newest person with that psycho?” John asks.

“You don’t need to be mean to Adrian just because he’s not here.” Leota starts.

“I would say it to his face too. He’d probably just laugh and call me his 4th best friend.” John retorts.

You hadn’t been with the team for long. This was your first mission with them. After a mission gone too out of control, Waller sent you to the middle of nowhere Evergreen, Washington. You thought she’d sent you here because the environment would be less hectic, but the longer you’re there, the more you realize she probably sent you here because everyone on this team is either highly traumatized or in need of more experience. She was trying to put the training wheels back on. From what you’d been told by the team’s top conspiracy theorist, Christopher Smith, this team was originally supposed to be an expendable scapegoat, but they ended up saving the world. You had no idea what to believe at this point.

“What’s up with Vigilante?” You ask, wondering why this was all such a hot topic. You hadn’t known him for long. He seemed a little odd, but overall fine. If you were being honest you actually kind of liked him. He was sweet and funny, often without trying. There was this comforting air about him and you didn’t really know why. He was a good fighter and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think he was at least a little bit cute.

“He’s a little…” Chris started moving his finger in a circular motion, trying to insinuate that Adrian was crazy.

“He can’t be that bad.” You smile.

Suddenly Adrian comes running into the old video store tripping over one of his shin guards that wasn’t on properly. He sits down and fastens it.

“Sorry I’m late, guys. They kept me late at the restaurant and then when I was trying to put on my suit in the car I accidentally ran a red light and usually I would kill somebody for that, but I mean I think the more important thing is that I didn’t run over the old lady crossing the street! She was totally fine and I know she’s alive because she screamed at me…I’ve never seen an old lady use to many swear words. It was kind of awesome! Anyway what did I miss?”

“You put on your suit while driving?” Leota asks.

“Yup.” He gives a straight face nod. Adrian often had a way about him, as if what he was thinking should be obvious to other people, when in fact, it was not obvious to most people most of the time.

“You amaze me.” Harcourt says, sarcastically.

“Thank you.” Adrian smiles, not catching her sarcasm.

She rolls her eyes, sighing.

———————————————————————

Later on that night you and Adrian found yourselves walking through a series of tunnels.

“John, I think we might be lost.” You spoke into your coms, hoping he can help you from the van.

“I can’t even hear you in my earpiece and I’m right next to you. I think we lost the signal.” Adrian walks in silence for a few seconds before adding, “I’m sorry you got stuck with me.” He looks at the ground, sad.

“What are you talking about?”

“I know they stuck you with me. Nobody ever really chooses to be my partner.” He lightly kicks a rock, pretending not to be bothered.

“They did pair us up, but that doesn’t mean I was disappointed.” You smile.

“Really? Why would you want me?”

“Well first of all, you’re a great fighter. You were also the first person to attempt to be my friend. I’d trust you in the field over anyone.”

“Really?” You can hear the surprise in his voice.

“Yeah.” You let out a soft giggle. “Why are you so surprised that I like you?”

“Usually everyone just tells me to shut up or fuck off.”

“Well I’m not everyone.” You nudge him playfully as you walk.

Soon you come upon a door. It’s a little rusted, but Adrian shoots the lock off and you’re able to break in.

“What is this place?” He asks.

As soon as you walk inside you see the tubes, the files, the devices, the tables, the symbols. You know exactly what this is. This is an old facility for the for the group that made you leave your old job, the mission that ruined your life. You see files on the table, files no doubt full of details on the children they were experimenting on. The group would take orphaned children or children who were abandoned and unwanted, kids who had no one to protect them, and they would experiment on them. They were human trials to try to find new ways of making superheroes. This must have been one of their old abandoned facilities. Despite the lab being inactive, just the sight of it was still enough to send you into a spiral.

Your heart starts beating rapidly as you grow dizzy. You look down at your shaking hands. You’re starting to lose control of your breathing.

“I- I can’t-“ You walk backwards out of the room, starting to hyperventilate.

“Woah. Hey, what’s going on? Are you having a panic attack?” Adrian slowly puts his hands out towards you. He’s a little unsure of what to do.

“I’ve seen this before!” Your entire world is spinning as your start to cry. You can’t stop thinking about the awful things you saw when you snuck into their active facility earlier this year. Those poor children. Part of you was starting to wonder if Waller put you on this team for a reason. You should have known better than to think she was giving you a break. Waller always had some sort of fucked up motive that only worked for herself hidden up her sleeve. “I can’t fucking breathe!” You sob, sucking in air.

“Tender nice touching.” Adrian slowly approached you, patting your shoulder. You needed pressure on your body. You felt like you were slipping away from earth and you needed to be held down.

“Can I have a hug?” You asked, quietly.

“You want a hug?” He asked, his voice just as quiet. He was speaking softly to not startle you further.

“Yeah…”

“I think I can do that.“ He smiles, slowly bringing you into his arms. A little loose at first, he tightened the hug as you melted into him.

“I’m sorry- I- I just…I know what the did here and- and-“ Adrian shushes you as you begin to stutter, your mind moving much faster than your mouth is able to.

“You’re okay. You’re safe. I’ve got you. Just breathe with me. Don’t focus on anything else, but your breathing okay? Can you feel me breathing?” He rubs your back as you cry into his arms. You nod. “Okay, good. Just…just follow that.” He sighs and then focuses on making his own breathing something you can follow.

“Sometimes it’s hard for me to know what people on the team want because I know Chris doesn’t wanna look weak and Harcourt would kill me if I touched her, so I try to be careful. I just don’t wanna upset you guys more, but if you want me hold you I can keep doing that. Just let me know what you need and I’ll do it.” He says, softly.

“Can you just keep talking?” You ask. The sound of his voice is soothing and grounding.

“You want me to keep talking?” He smiles. “You’re in luck. I’m actually really good at talking. So good, in fact, that people are constantly asking me to shut up. So uh… What can I talk about? Oh! I know. So I have this friend at work. His name is Taylor. Well, he says we’re not friends, but he texts me all time time asking me to help cover his shifts and I would only trust a friend enough to ask them for that, so I think we’re friends. Anyway, so Taylor walked in this morning and…”

The longer Adrian rambles on the better you feel. The pressure of his body on yours and his voice slowly bring you back to earth. Eventually you find yourselves walking back through the tunnels, hand in hand, retracing your steps as he guides you back to the van to regroup. He keeps you distracted with silly stories the entire walk back.

You don’t know what the rest of your team was talking about. Adrian was the best partner you could have had.

[tiannasfanfic]

I want to write some Halloween/Spooky/Horror Comedy stories this month since I’m not doing Kinktober.

Send me ideas! I’ll take them for both Eddie Munson (human or vampire) and Adrian Chase/Vigilante. 😁

This won’t delay my requests any. I’m still working on all those, I just do better creatively when I’m working on a bunch of different things at once. It keeps my brain active while other things are marinating. 💀

[training4theapocalypse]

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.

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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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Pair of Aces - Chapter 3. Day Three

Pair of Aces

Chapter: 3. Day Three

Rating: M

Word Count: 5.6k~

Summary: Our pair finally head out into the field to track Butterflies and Vigilante gets the opportunity to demonstrate his skills.

Chapter Content: Descriptions of violence/Canon-typical Violence, Weapons (Guns, Knives), Mild Blood/gore

A/N: Whoops this took way longer than expected to finish but it ended up way longer than I originally planned so here we go! More tension and some much-needed mission action where Vig finally gets to show off a bit. I hope you enjoy it~

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She woke up late the next morning, grateful to actually have gotten some rest for the first time since she arrived in town. Vigilante was already awake. He was puttering around the room, focused on sorting out his armour pieces on his bed with his mask already on.

“How long have you been up?”

He jumped, not realizing she was awake. He turned towards her and shrugged. “A while, I don’t sleep much.”

“Have you eaten?” She pulled out two packets of instant oatmeal and two travel bowls from her pack.

He eyed the packets suspiciously as she held them up to him. “What flavour?”

“Maple and brown sugar, duh.”

He nodded his approval and she moved around him to fill the bowls with water and pop them in the microwave. She carefully handed him the warm bowl with a spoon and sat down on the edge of her bed to eat. He turned his back to her and rolled up the bottom of his mask before popping a spoonful of oatmeal into his now-exposed mouth.

“Seriously dude? You won’t even let me see you eat?”

“Safety precaution, I told you.” He huffed, blowing on his spoon to cool down the hot breakfast.

She rolled her eyes. “I can’t identify you in a lineup from just your chin.” He didn’t respond and continued to eat with his back to her. She was annoyed but decided not to press the topic. He got weirdly defensive every time it came up and she didn’t want to push it this early on.

She quickly finished her own bowl and rinsed it off in the sink. She walked around the motel room to grab her gear bag and unpack the equipment they’d need for the mission. She pulled out a gun case and several smaller attachés filled with blades. The second she unlatched the case, Vigilante popped up over her shoulder.

“Oh cool, a Walther PPK! Kinda small though isn't it?”

She rolled her eyes and tried not to snap at him. "It's not small, it's perfectly normal-sized."

"It's totally not normal, it's tiny." He looked down at the gun with a judgemental tone.

She gently removed it from the case, showing him how it fits perfectly in her grip before placing it back down.

"See, normal size! Don't shame me!"

He grabbed her wrist and held her hand still as he raised his own palm and pressed it against hers. She hadn't paid much attention to his hands before, she'd barely even noticed he hadn't put his gloves on yet.

But now she couldn’t help but stare as his large palm dwarfed hers entirely. His long thick fingers folded over the top of hers, covering her hand.

"See? Definitely not normal, you just have tiny hands."

She yanked her hand out of her grip and scowled at him. "I have normal hands, shut up.”

She rolled her eyes at him again and stepped back to make some space between them. “Let me guess, you use something insanely impractical like a Desert Eagle."

He laughed and shook his head. "Nah, that's more Peacemaker’s style. I keep it simple." He pulled out his gun belt from his pile of gear and snapped his pistol out of its holster.

He held it up for her and she immediately recognized it. A Walther PP, the same line as hers but a bulkier original model. The pistol was modded with a custom bronze-tinted shell, an understated look that she thought was surprising for Vigilante.

"Bronze? What, did they not come in teal?" She couldn't hold her tongue on that one, friendship order be damned.

His shoulders sagged as he sadly replied, "No! They couldn't even custom order it for me and I definitely asked. Like, a lot."

Of course, you did.

She bit the inside of her cheek to keep the snark to a minimum.

"Well, it's a decent weapon regardless of colour. You seem well equipped." She gestured towards the assembled pile on top of his mattress. His second pistol, an assortment of knives and his sword lay on top.

He cocked his head to the side before he realized she was looking at his weapons stash.

"Oh! Yeah, uh. I like to have options."

She laughed lightly. "Well, that's another thing we have in common."

She grabbed one of the attachés and opened it up for him to see. It was neatly packed with a variety of blades. The selection included a set of black throwing knives, several fixed blades with serrated edges and a pair of push daggers. She quickly unpacked the other case to reveal an assortment of folding blades, smaller throwing knives and a purple satin pouch.

He immediately reached over to grab one of the serrated blades and she smacked his hand away, shooting him an annoyed look.

"Watch it! Didn't your mom ever teach you not to grab things that aren't yours?"

"Nope." He reached back around her to try and grab it again so she smacked him a bit harder.

He yelped and pulled back his hand. "Hey, that hurt!" She's not certain but it sounded like he was pouting behind his mask.

"If you want to touch something, ask nicely first."

He sighed and crossed his arms childishly. "Fiiiine. May I touch the cool knives?" He hesitated for a second and then added a rushed 'please' at the end.

She chuckled at his petulant tone. "Okay, fine. But I'm not responsible if you hurt yourself."

He scoffed. "As if! You were the one who called me an 'impressively talented marksman', thank you very much!"

She raised an eyebrow. "That was with a rifle, not knives."

"Yeah well, I'm good with blades too."

She started to fire back a snarky response but was caught off guard as he deftly picked up a short-handled serrated blade. He spun it between his fingers, effortlessly flipping it around in his hand.

Okay, maybe he was right about being good with blades.

She watched the expert movements in shock, observing how he made the razor-sharp edge glide and twirl through the air with delicate precision.

Good might be an understatement, actually. Damn.

For someone who had never previously cared about hands, she was certainly doing a lot of staring at them today. She shook her head to clear her distracted thoughts.

“Alright, enough screwing around." She gestured for him to give back the blade. "We’ve got to head out soon. Did you get the coordinates from Harcourt?” She was back in business mode, mind focused on sorting the rest of her gear instead of his large and talented hands.

Vigilante sighed in disappointment but dutifully placed the knife back in the case and pulled out his phone.

“Yeah, the location isn’t far from here. Maybe a fifteen-minute drive? The road access cuts off and there are some woodlands nearby. We can set up there, it has a decent view of the place.”

Their assignment was simple. There was a rural farmhouse sitting on a large acreage outside of Evergreen. ARGUS had tracked some activity in the area and their intel indicated a group of suspected Butterflies were using it as a hub of some kind. The pair were supposed to set up onsite surveillance and confirm the presence of Butterflies in the house. At any sign of trouble or Butterflies on the move, orders were to shoot on sight.

She buckled her pistol into her belt holster and picked out a selection of knives to bring, carefully sliding something small out of the purple pouch and tucking it into a belt pocket when she thought Vig wasn’t looking. Her pack had the rest of the essentials needed for field missions, including an ample supply of granola bars, a GPS tracker and first aid supplies. After confirming Vigilante already had the Task Force X-issued rifle, scope and cameras in the car and triple checking her weapon selection, she was ready to go.

While she had geared up, Vigilante had done the same but faster. Waiting by the motel room door in full gear, he was antsy to get going. He opened the door for her and followed her out, locking it behind them. The pair climbed into the Sebring and pulled out of the motel lot. Vigilante was right, the site wasn't very far at all and they quickly turned off the rural road and tucked the car behind some foliage.

Vig opened the trunk, shouldered the rifle bag and grabbed the cameras. She had oriented herself quickly in the unfamiliar location and started to make her way through the woods. He followed closely behind her as they walked a short way and up a small hill. Once at the top, they had a full view of the acreage below. A large weather-worn farmhouse sat towards the front of the property, resting at the end of a wide gravel drive. Peeling red paint and a rotting deck tarnished what must have been a nice building at a previous point in time.

Setting up the cameras was the first order of business. They had a great view of the house and rigged up the surveillance easily, with one covering the front door and two on the back of the property and driveway. The next task was setting up the rifle.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" She asked him suspiciously, watching him swear under his breath as he fumbled with the rifle.

"Yes! Just give me a minute." He muttered back at her.

“Alright, fine.”

She turned away from him, grabbed a pair of binoculars from the kit and started scoping out the farmhouse. The state of the place was abysmal. The entire exterior was in disrepair with several windows cracked or broken and holes in the screens. Broken appliances and other junk littered the back.

How could anyone live in a place like this?

Frankly, it looked like no one was. Nothing looked recently used or accessed. There was no sign of life in or around the building. She frowned. This didn't match the intel.

Vigilante had finished setting up his stuff and plopped down beside her.

"So what's the deal?"

She sighed and pulled the binoculars down.

"It doesn't look like anyone's here. Honestly, it doesn't look like anyone's been here in years."

Vigilante groaned. "This isn't going to be fun is it?"

She shook her head at him. "Probably not."

As the day wore on, she was proven correct about that. Several hours had passed with no activity on the entire property.

The ground was hard and uncomfortable and Vigilante was restless. He was constantly moving around, humming to himself and generally complaining about the lack of action. He was making a lot of noise and it had started to annoy her.

“This is sooo boring,” Vigilante whined, fidgeting from his place on the ground.

She sat back on her heels and looked at him with a tired glare. “It’s recon work, it’s not supposed to be exciting.”

“Aren’t there supposed to be people here? What’s the point of us being here if this place is empty?”

As if on cue, they heard a crunching noise and watched as a large white cargo van drove up the gravel path leading to the house. They saw a tall man climb out of the driver's seat and enter the dilapidated building.

“Fucking finally!” Vigilante hops up off the ground and starts heading down the hill.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She grabbed him by the collar of his chest piece and yanked him back.

“Uh, I’m going to go kill that guy? Obviously.”

His nonchalant tone irritated her to no end. "No, you're not! Do you even know what recon means?"

He paused, thinking hard for a moment. "Re…constitute?"

Her face contorted in a mix of disbelief and frustration. "What? No! Why the fuck would it be reconstitute?" She shook her head at him. "It means reconnaissance."

"Is that French? How would I know that? I don't speak French!"

She sighed. "It's technically a loan word."

"A what?"

She successfully resisted the urge to hit him. "It's a word that was originally French but it was used so much that it became considered part of the English language too."

"Man, language is weird.” His voice got a little quieter. “So…what does it mean?"

She sighed again. “It means surveying. We’re just here gathering information, waiting and watching for a headcount on potential targets and their travel patterns. You can't just run in guns blazing!”

“Really?” He seemed surprised. “It works pretty well for me.”

Continuing to resist the urge to hit him was becoming more and more difficult for her. “We don’t even know if that guy is a Butterfly or not. We just need to keep an eye on him and be stealthy. Can you do that?

He crossed his arms across his chest and nodded. “I can be very stealthy.”

She squinted at him. “I kind of don't believe you.”

“It's true!” He protested a bit too loudly. “I am a master of stealth.”

“And being quiet?”

“If I’m quiet can I kill that guy soon?”

She thought for a moment and the temptation of his silence won out. “If he’s a Butterfly, yes.”

Vigilante sighed but accepted her answer, scrambling up off the ground.

“Remember, only if you’re quiet. We’re just watching for now.” She warned him.

He mimed zipping his mouth closed and nodded silently. She raised a doubtful eyebrow but nodded in return and turned back to the farmhouse with her binoculars. She watched the man walk by one of the cracked windows and then lost sight of him. She sat down on the ground and tried to find a comfortable position on the hard dirt.

She lost track of how much time she had spent staring through the cracked windows. Even though she knew someone was now inside, there was no sign of movement. She put the binoculars down in frustration. She refocused on her surroundings and noted it was actually quiet for once. She hadn’t heard Vigilante humming or muttering to himself in a while. She glanced over to where the rifle was set up but there was no sign of him.

Where was he?

Her thoughts were interrupted by two strong arms grabbing her from behind. She shrieked in surprise as the arms wrapped around her waist and suddenly she was in the air. Vigilante had snuck up behind her and grabbed her in a giant bear hug, lifting her off the ground and holding her tight against him.

"What the hell!" She tried not to scream at him but her voice carried anyways.

Once her initial shock wore off and she realised what he was doing, she immediately struggled against him to free herself. Unfortunately for her, she was unable to break his hold at all. She couldn't help but take note of how strong his grip was and how effortlessly he had picked her up.

She tried to get out of his hold again but ended up just flailing around uselessly. She stopped moving after she realised she was basically just grinding against him. He dared to laugh in her ear at her failed attempts to escape, which just incensed her further.

“Let me go!”

His grip around her tightened. "Only if you admit how super stealthy I am!"

She flailed some more before getting even more frustrated. She finally had enough, kicked her heel backwards and clipped him hard in the shin. He groaned in pain and finally released her. “Hey, no fair!”

She spun around and jabbed him in the chest with an accusatory finger. “We're supposed to be quiet! What if they heard that?”

He waved off her concern. “They didn't, it's fine.”

“How do you know?”

“Just trust me.”

She huffed and ignored him, picking up the binoculars from the ground to check for herself.

Goddammit.

He was right. There was no sign of movement inside the house and the man hadn’t come out to check on the noise.

"Can you at least admit I'm a master of stealth now?"

She grumbled to herself but well, technically he was right. “Fine, that was very fucking stealthy. But don't ever do that again, you got lucky this time Teal.”

“Teal?”

“Yeah.” She shrugged at him. “That’s your new nickname. Everyone gets one.”

“Everyone?”

“Everyone on the team." She started counting them off on her fingers. "There’s Big Red, Blondie, Dye-beard, New-girl-who’s-name-I-forget-but-seems-too-nice-for-this-job and Murn.”

“Just Murn? Why doesn't he get a nickname?”

She snorted. “Try giving that man a nickname and not die.”

“Oh. Yeah, fair.” He easily accepted her answer. “Her name’s Adebayo by the way.”

“Who?”

“The new girl. Leota Adebayo.”

“Huh." She nodded in appreciation. "Got it, thanks. I should try and remember that. She does seem nice.”

“She is! She’s my new fifth best friend. I told Peacemaker he should be friends with her too.”

“Wait, you rank your friends?”

“Yeah, obviously. Don’t you?”

“No! Who does that?”

Suddenly, the pair were interrupted by the slam of a front door. They both spun around in time to see the tall man exiting the farmhouse. They were stunned to see him being followed by half a dozen other people.

What the fuck!?

She grabbed the binoculars to get a better look at what was happening. The entire group was walking rigidly, with expressionless faces and dead eyes. One of the strangers trailed behind carrying a crate loaded with large glass bottles containing a strange liquid. The tall man climbed into the driver's seat of the van while the others filed robotically into the back.

"Shit! They're on the move." She cursed again and frantically grabbed her pack off the ground. She motioned to Vigilante to follow her and saw he had already grabbed the rifle and was headed in the same direction. They needed to get back to the Sebring as soon as possible and tail that cargo van.

"Where the fuck did all those people come from? What the fuck is happening?" She was out of breath as they ran to the vehicle and hopped in.

"No fucking idea but they're definitely Butterflies." He gunned the engine and pulled the car back around to face the road. Not a moment too soon as the white van rolled right past them. Vig started following them, slowly trailing behind to not get them spotted. After about five minutes the van pulled off into what looked like a dead end. As they followed down the turn the pair saw a wide stretch of land.

In the middle of the pasture was an open-walled barn structure. The group of Butterflies was milling around inside the structure silently. Each of them grabbed a glass jar of liquid from the case. She watched as they unscrewed the lids and extended a proboscis-like tongue and started lapping up the fluid.

"Oh, that's super gross." She mumbled to herself.

"See? Definitely Butterflies. Can I kill them now?"

She looked at Vigilante, who was bouncing around next to her waiting for the all-clear. The orders were to shoot on sight if things got weird.

"Yeah, fine. Go ahead."

He started humming happily to himself while he lined up the rifle scope.

"Think you can get them all?"

Vig snorted. "Uh, yeah. Not a problem."

She pulled out her binoculars and trained them on the targets. There were seven Butterflies in total, all standing around the open structure. She was grateful for the lack of walls, giving them both an easy view of the targets.

"Tell you what, drinks are on me if you can headshot every target." She was just kidding around. Despite Vigilante’s cockiness, she was sure he couldn’t pull that off.

He had finished setting up the rifle and was lining up his shot. “Deal. Count them for me.”

The first shot rang out and the tall male who had driven the van dropped to the ground as a bullet pierced through his forehead.

"One."

The Butterflies crowded over the body and looked around trying to locate the source of the shots. Vigilante fired again and caught another through the skull.

"Two."

The targets started to panic now, moving around and trying to scatter. Two more shots rang out in rapid succession. She watched two more Butterflies drop, one caught through the temple and one through the eye.

"Three. Four."

The remaining three had started to move faster, trying to flee the shelter. Vigilante fired again, taking down the closest one with another headshot.

"Five."

Is he seriously going to do it?

The Butterflies were running now and Vig needed to move fast. Two final shots echoed and the corresponding bodies dropped, unmoving with bullets lodged in the back of their skulls.

"Six. Seven."

Holy shit.

She spun towards him, dropping her binoculars. "Holy shit."

Vigilante leaned back from the rifle, still humming happily. "Told you I could do it."

"I didn't think it was possible. That was fucking amazing!" She grinned at him, wholly impressed with his performance. She hopped up off the ground and held out a hand to help him do the same.

“Alright hot shot, time to check your work.”

The pair quickly made their way down to the pasture. They needed to double-check check each Butterfly was actually dead and take some photos to ID them before sending a clean-up crew later on.

She trudged along the structure, looking down at the assorted bodies. Three were outside the building in the grass and the other four were scattered around inside. She left the furthest away ones to Vigilante and made her way around to the others. Dead, dead, dead. She still can barely believe he got all seven clean right through the head.

She walked towards the last body, one slumped against one of the building's support beams. She was right next to the corpse, looking at the hole in its head when suddenly something small twitched inside the wound. The body let out an inhuman screech and lurched upwards to grab at her.

She screamed in surprise as she tried to wrench herself away and not fall over. Vigilante rushed over and grabbed her by the waist, yanking her backwards and out of the corpse's grip. He slid a hand over her hip and grabbed something from her belt and flung it towards the Butterfly. A whirl of purple flew through the air and embedded itself deep into its head. Blood and some strange shimmery fluid sprayed across her at the impact, splashing across her face. Another screech sounded before growing quiet and the body slumped back over, unmoving.

“Hey, what the fuck!” She shoved him away and tried to wipe the mess from her face, only succeeding in smearing it more.

"You've got to get the things in their skulls or they don't stay down." He offered as an explanation.

“I really would've liked to have known that before now. That was fucking disgusting! And was that my knife?!” She whips around and leans down to inspect the Butterfly's corpse. With a solid yank, she pulled out the purple-handled blade from where it was embedded in the skull and glowered at him.

“What did I say about grabbing things?!” She practically screamed.

“It was kind of an emergency.” He threw his hands up in defence. “I had to think quickly!”

She scowled as she carefully inspected the knife for any damage, thankfully finding none.

Of course, he had to grab this one. Idiot.

He was annoyed with being yelled at by her. "You know I did just save you, you could say thank you. It's just a knife!"

She hesitated to answer. "This one is …special."

“Why is it unbalanced?”

She glared at him. “That's a security measure. It’s supposed to make it harder for someone to use if they steal it from me.”

“Huh.” He cocked his head to the side and looked at her. “It didn’t, by the way. It was really easy to compensate for.”

She narrowed her eyes, then stepped forward suddenly and wiped the sullied knife on his sleeve before slipping it back into her belt.

“Ew, gross! What did you do that for?” He jumped back and held out his sleeve to observe the new stain.

“You got blood on my face! Also, don’t take my stuff!” She snapped angrily and stomped out of the barn, sidestepping the rest of the Butterfly corpses. Vigilante trailed after her, muttering complaints about his ruined shirt.

They made their way back to the Sebring, slung the gear in the back and climbed in. She pulled down the passenger side mirror and inspected the smears of blood and who knows what else on her face. She grimaced at the disgusting sight and sighed in frustration at her appearance.

“Here.”

Vigilante nudged her and handed her a pack of wet wipes. She stared down at the offering for a moment before accepting the item. She opened the wipes and started cleaning her face, relaxing slightly.

“Thanks.”

“I’m sorry about the blood.” He meant it. He had reacted instinctively when she was in trouble, the splatter was an accident.

She finished dabbing the last spots on her face and handed him back the wet wipes. “And taking my knife?”

He huffed but continued. “Okay, yes. I’m also sorry for taking your knife.” He paused for a moment and then continued in a slightly more bitter tone. “Even though I totally saved your life. And also killed all the other people. And drove us everywhere.”

She crossed her arms in annoyance and raised her voice. “You want a thank you for doing your job?”

His shoulders sagged and the tone disappeared from his voice. “Kind of, yeah. I was trying to impress you.”

She lowered her arms and her volume to match. “Alright, theft of my property aside,” She shot him a look. “You did, in fact, impress me. You did a really good job today. I didn’t even think making every single one of those shots was possible but fuck, you killed it out there.”

He chuckled at her terrible play on words and seemed a bit more at ease after the praise. “I believe you owe me drinks now.”

She groaned, that was supposed to be a joke. “Fine. I’m nothing if not a woman of my word. What’s your poison of choice?”

He thought for a moment before deciding. “Whiskey.”

She whipped out her phone and checked their location. “Alright, the nearest liquor store back in town is closed for tonight so I’ll have to grab your victory drinks tomorrow. But there’s good news, the pizza place near the motel is still open.” She held her phone out towards him so he could see the menu. “Go ahead and pick the toppings.”

“You’re letting me choose?” He was confused seeing as she had just been very mad at him.

She rolled her eyes. “Standard protocol, the agent with the highest body count each mission picks the pizza. No sense breaking from tradition.”

He took the phone from her and selected his favourite combo, double pepperoni and bacon, before handing it back. He pulled the Sebring out of the brush and got on the road heading back towards the motel.

The ride back was quiet. Vig pulled up in front of the tiny, clearly family-run pizza place and she ducked inside to pick up their order before they made it back to the motel. Parking at the far end of the lot again, they headed inside their suite.

She placed the pizza down on the coffee table near the TV and loveseat before walking over to her bed. She grabbed a toiletries case and her pjs before heading to the bathroom.

"I'm just gonna hop in the shower, still feeling a little gross." She called out to Vigilante. He was in the middle of stripping off his armour pieces and gave her a thumbs-up before she closed the door.

The motel shower had zero water pressure and was way more cramped than she preferred but at least it was clean and had hot water. She didn't waste her time and made quick work of cleaning herself up.

She exited the bathroom, feeling refreshed and comfortably changed into her pjs. She realised she was absolutely starving and quickly walked over to the pizza box on the coffee table to grab a slice. She plopped down in the middle of the loveseat and took a huge bite, savouring the hot food. As she was chewing, she turned towards Vigilante and choked.

He was standing over his mattress packing up his gear, with his side turned towards her. That was normal. The reason she was currently coughing up pizza from her lungs was the fact that he was doing it shirtless.

The edge of his black mask contrasted sharply with his bare skin and drew her eyes down to his shoulders and arms. He was surprisingly bulky. Broad shoulders led into thick, toned biceps and down into muscular forearms, with those large hands she had tried to forget about earlier.

“Holy shit.”

She didn’t even realise she had said that out loud until he turned towards her. Her eyes widened as she was confronted with a full frontal view of his shirtless torso.

She couldn't help but take in the view, it was the first good look at him she'd gotten without his armour on. A spattering of freckles and various scars dotted his skin, decorating the expanse of his muscles. She couldn't help but trail her eyes across his pecs down his well-developed abs. A whisper of dark hair trailed into his waistband along the v-cut above his hips and she caught herself wondering what else he was hiding under his clothes.

Fuck.

"What was that?" He hadn't heard exactly what she'd said while he was turned around.

She tore her gaze away from him, trying to pretend she wasn't flustered as hell.

“Wh- why are you half-naked?” She managed to splutter out.

“You got blood on my shirt.”

"Oh. Right."

Her gaze slowly drifted back over his exposed chest. …and abs…and hips…

How the fuck did he manage to hide all those muscles under his suit?

“Are you okay? You have a weird look on your face." Vigilante was patiently looking at her, waiting for a response.

She was jolted back down to earth and tried desperately to fight the blush creeping up her cheeks.

"Uh, yeah. I'm fine. It was too hot." Her eyes widened at her unintended phrasing. "The pizza! The pizza was too hot, burnt my tongue. Got distracted. By the hot pizza!" She coughed into her hand and turned away from him to hide her embarrassment.

Real fucking smooth. You're here to work, not be a creep. Calm down.

"You should put your pyjamas on." She quickly added, "You know, so you won’t get cold.”

“Uh, okay. Sure.” He simply shrugged and walked over to his mattress.

When she worked up the nerve to look back at him, Vigilante had indeed put on his pyjamas. He was still standing near the beds, looking over at her.

"We can both sit here if you want, it's fine." She scooted over to make as much room for him as she could on the two-seater couch.

He came over and sat down then looked over at the pizza box. He hesitated for a moment but after a beat, he had made a decision. He rolled up his mask over his nose without turning away from her. She cautiously said nothing, not wanting to make him nervous. Instead, she took the chance to subtly examine the newly visible lower half of his face while he grabbed a piece of pizza.

Her eyes traced up the length of his thick neck and across his sharp, defined jaw. She noticed there was a hint of dark stubble across his chin and cheeks. She watched him lift a slice to his plush lips and she unconsciously bit her lip when his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed.

What was that about calming down?

She quickly glanced away, not wanting to be caught ogling him yet again. This was a job, he was a coworker. She needed to keep it professional.

After he had finished the piece of pizza in his hand, he turned toward her. "Hey, it's Fargo night. Do you mind if I put it on?"

She shrugged casually as he grabbed the remote and flipped to the right channel. "Go ahead. But what the fuck is Fargo?"

He froze reaching for another slice and gasped in shock that she didn’t know what Fargo was. She nearly regretted asking as soon as he launched into an overly animated retelling of the entire plot and each individual character. He was going to chat her ear off about this the entire night, wasn’t he?

Ah well, I guess he earned it for today.

She cut him some slack and smiled passively, feigning interest as he continued talking through the whole episode to explain it all for her. She didn’t want to let him know she wasn’t listening at all and was simply enjoying the excuse to steal glances at his mouth the whole time. Somewhere near the end of the night, his endless talking had lulled her to sleep.

Vigilante eventually noticed she had curled up on her side of the couch with her head on the armrest. He quietly turned off the television and grabbed a pillow and sheet from his bed. Careful not to wake her up, he tucked the pillow under her head and covered her with the blanket before climbing into his own bed and turning off the lights.

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A/N: These two are playing a game I like to call "awkward dance of the idiots", though I'm pretty sure shirtless Vigilante would melt anyone's brain lol. More slow burn, patience will definitely be rewarded soon I promise! Let me know what you think so far <3

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Drunk Mind, Sober Thoughts

Adrian Chase x Reader

Summary: During a drunken night with the 11th Street Kids, you say some things you normally wouldn’t. But will you regret it when you’re sober? Reader uses she/her pronouns.

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 3024

A/N: A few months ago, my friend and I watched Peacemaker solely for this man right here and boy am I glad we did. I’ve been obsessed with this dorky murderer ever since <3

“You did not beat up Superman,” Harcourt says with a tired expression on her face.

“Yes I did! You just didn’t hear about it ‘cause he was too embarrassed,” Peacemaker says, defensively. He takes another drink from his fourth beer of the night. “The guy’s not even that tough.”

You watch the interaction and laugh before taking a drink yourself. You had just finished a long day’s work when the team received a message from Amanda Waller. She demanded that you send her a detailed report of the last mission and a summary of what intel you had gathered on the butterflies by the morning. It was too much work for one person to do so the whole team stayed to work (although Chris had to be convinced to stay).

You had gone about one hour of doing the work before both Adrian and Chris started complaining that they were bored. When the rest of you refused to acknowledge them, Chris came up with the brilliant suggestion to ditch the work and get drunk instead. Adrian obviously backed this idea. You, Harcourt, John, and Adebayo all complained that you were too tired to go to a bar, which is when Chris brought out a secret cooler he had stashed in a supply closet.

It took some convincing, and you all had to beg Harcourt to join, but eventually everyone agreed. Fuck Waller, you deserved a break.

Which is how you find yourself currently sitting atop your desk with your third (or was it your fourth?) beer in your hands. You, Chris, John, and Adebayo were all drunk while Harcourt was only a little tipsy. Adrian remained sober as he claimed he would be patrolling later on that night.

“Drunk patrolling is way more dangerous than drunk driving,” Adrian had said to you earlier. You had felt the urge to argue, but then realized who you were talking to and decided against it.

As your mind begins to wander, so do your eyes as you look at Adrian sitting in a chair not too far from your desk. His cute glasses sit perched on his nose and you smile as you watch him laugh, his face beaming. He looks so beautiful. You want to tell him that but you can never get the words out. You almost find the courage to do so now when—

“Let’s play a game!” Leota says rather loudly, shaking you from your thoughts.

“How about truth or dare?” Adrian suggests with a smile. He’s always smiling. He has a beautiful smile.

“What are you, 12?” John shoots back, causing Adrian’s smile to falter. You frown and glare at John before someone else speaks up.

“Never have I ever?” Chris says.

“Boring,” Abebayo says. Then her face lights up. “What about fuck, marry, kill?”

“Aren’t you already married?” Harcourt questions.

“Yeah but this is just pretend,” Adebayo says, gesturing around with her beer bottle. All of you then agree to play.

“I’ll go first!” Chris yells.

“Um actually I wanted to—” Adebayo tries to argue but Chris interrupts her.

“Economos! Fuck, marry, kill…Harcourt, Adebayo, and Y/N,” he says with a cheeky smile. You’re surprised to hear your name and turn to see John’s face pale.

“Uh, aren’t we supposed to go in a circle?” John says nervously, trying not to meet any of the girls’ faces.

“There are no rules, just pick,” Chris says, leaning back in his chair. All three of you stare at John awaiting his response. He stutters, looking between all of you. “Come on man, it’s not like you got a shot with any of them anyway.”

John glares at Chris but Chris just smiles. “Okay fine,” John says, his face heating up. “If I had to choose…I would, marry Adebayo, fuck Y/N, and kill Harcourt.” The words quickly rush out of his mouth but everyone still heard him.

“Thank you,” Adebayo says at the same time as Harcourt says, “What the fuck?!”

Your mouth drops open for a second before blushing. Your drunk mind finds this amusing and you chuckle.

“He made me choose!” John says.

“Why the fuck would you kill me?” Harcourt says with a heated glare. Maybe if she were in a more sober state, she wouldn’t have cared as much. But right now she’s pissed.

“Because you scare me! I wouldn’t be comfortable having sex with you or marrying you,” he argues. Harcourt considers this and seems content with his answer.

“I never knew you had the hots for me John,” you say giggling. You throw a wink his way which only bothers him more.

“I didn’t—I don’t—I thought this was just a game!” he throws his hands up in the air and everyone laughs. Except for one person.

“How about someone else goes?” Adrian says with a frustrated voice. You look over and see him looking tense with a frown on his face. You struggle to comprehend what upset him and when you’re about to ask, someone else speaks.

“Okay I’ll go,” John says, determination on his face. A smug smile creeps onto his face. “Harcourt, fuck, marry, kill…Peacemaker, Vigilante, and me.”

“Are you serious?” Harcourt demands while the rest of you giggle.

“Answer the question, Harcourt,” Chris says with a stupid grin on his face. Harcourt sighs deeply.

“Fine,” she says. “Fuck Peacemaker, marry Economos, and kill Vigilante.” The room once again erupts into giggles and playful taunting.

“I knew you wanted me,” Chris says, a satisfied look on his face. Harcourt immediately glares at him

“Shut up.” Though you’re secretly glad you didn’t have to imagine the idea of Harcourt fucking or marrying Vigilante, you’re also a bit confused as to why she would want to kill him. To you, he’s the best option. You clearly aren’t the only one dissatisfied with the answer because—

“What the fuck?!” Adrian yells from beside you. The group turns to face him. “You would seriously kill me over Economos?! Have you met the guy?”

“Hey!” John speaks up, not liking how this got turned around on him once again.

Harcourt shrugs, clearly not taking this game too seriously. “I think John would make a good housewife.”

“Fuck you guys,” John says, causing the rest of you to chuckle at his red face. You try to throw him an empathetic smile, you never liked the gang teasing John too much, but you’re too drunk to pay much attention to it.

“And no offense Adrian, but I wouldn’t want to kiss you, let alone fuck or marry you,” she says. You look over to see a frown form on Adrian’s face which causes you to frown. You hate seeing him upset. Unfortunately, your intoxicated mind takes this thought and tries to fix things.

“I would,” you say. The room quiets down as all eyes turn to you in surprise.

“Seriously?” Both Harcourt and Chris say, at the same time as Adrian says, “What?”

You glance at his wide-eyed gaze before moving to address the group. “Yeah, I’d kiss him. I bet he’d be a great kisser!” you exclaim before hiccupping. “In fact,” you stand up, slightly swaying on your feet before balancing yourself. “I would also fuck and marry him. Who wouldn’t? He’s—he’s sexy, he’s cute, he’s fucking funny, and he has an awesome personality. Oh, and he’s hot.”

If you were sober, you would want the earth to simply consume you for saying that, not only in front of Adrian but in front of everyone. But you aren’t sober, so you don’t think anything of saying that. The truth slipped out so easily you barely processed saying anything.

The room is still silent as everyone soaks in your speech. Adrian’s face is beat red as he struggles to process what just happened. Then suddenly Adebayo begins to sing, “Y/N and Adrian sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G.”

Everyone laughs, including yourself, and the game continues on as normal. Or so you thought. What you don’t see, is that Adrian continues to stare at you in wonder and disbelief until someone snaps him out of his thoughts.

The night continues on and the game gets less personal and more fun, bringing in celebrities, random characters and even Amanda Waller which almost made Adebayo leave the room in disgust.

Eventually, the alcohol begins to weigh on you and everyone decides to head home. Adrian offers to drive most of you home as the only sober person. You happily sit in the passenger’s seat and sing along to whatever random song Adrian has on his playlist. He drops everyone off one by one until it’s just you and him. Your energy is slowly leaving you so the ride is mostly filled with the sound of Adrian’s voice, but you don’t mind seeing that it’s Adrian.

When you arrive at your place, Adrian helps you out of the car and then up to your door once you stumble and almost fall. Even having his arm around you makes your heart race. It takes you a while to find your keys and you’re almost disappointed when you do. You don’t want him to leave. But you also know that you’re not in the right state of mind to invite him in.

You place your key in the door and then hesitate. You turn around to see Adrian waiting there, making sure you get in safe. The thought makes you smile. “Thank you, for…for making sure I get home alright,” you say, wanting to talk to him one last time. As if you wouldn’t see him tomorrow.

“O-oh that? Psh, that was nothing,” he says, caught off guard by your sincerity. “All in a day’s work for a hero.” His wink causes you to laugh.

“My hero,” you say with a laugh.

“Don’t I get some sort of kiss as a thank you?” he asks, cheekily. “After all, you were practically begging for me back there.” Both of you know he’s teasing but there’s something truthful hidden in your conversation. And maybe this is only happening because you probably won’t remember this, but you decide to take advantage of it.

“You’re right,” you say. Adrian’s smile turns into a slightly opened mouth. You’re tempted to kiss him right then and there. You lean in and his breath hitches. You press your lips against his cheek, planting a small kiss there. When you pull away, both of your faces are red. But you act as if it doesn’t faze you.

“Goodnight,” you say with a smile, turning towards your door.

“G-goodnight!” Adrian manages to get out as you’re entering your place. You close the door and take a moment to calm your beating heart. Then your thoughts turn towards your bed and how tired you are and your night ends there.

†††

You wake up the next morning with a pounding headache and a groan on your lips. You roll over in your sheets only to face your alarm clock, telling you you only have half an hour before work. Work. The thought of it makes your head ache even more but you know you have to go.

As you’re getting ready, memories of last night begin to click back into place and you freeze as you remember what you said. Oh. My. God. You start to shake your head, trying to erase the memory as if it never happened. But it did.

“Shit,” you say, taking a moment to sit on your bed. You can’t believe you practically admitted your feelings to Adrian in front of everyone. In front of him. God he is going to think you are such a freak. 

You focus on your breathing as your thoughts begin to spiral. Calm down, Y/N. Maybe he doesn’t remember? Oh who are you kidding, he was sober of course he’s going to remember. You fall back onto your bed as you absolutely dread showing your face at work. But after a few minutes of wallowing, you realize there’s nothing you can do but face the music. Taking a deep breath, you continue to get ready to leave.

Walking into work, you wear black sunglasses and hold a cup of coffee in your hands to help with your hangover. You thought you might be late and, though you are the last to arrive, everyone else doesn’t look like they’re doing much better than you. You guess there will be a minimal amount of work done today.

“Ugh, my head is killing me,” Chris says as he leans back in his office chair.

“Obviously. You have a hangover,” Harcourt says, a little more fed up with him than usual. “What did you expect?”

“No way, you think a few little beers is enough to knock me off my feet?” Chris scoffs. Harcourt shakes her head. “My body is built to withstand gallons of alcohol, easily.”

“Yes, I’m sure you’re much more superior than the rest of us,” she says, her voice dripping in sarcasm.

“Maybe that’s why you want to fuck me so bad,” he says, smirking at her, extracting a loud groan from Harcourt. She opens her mouth to bite back a response when you hear—

“Oh my god, will you two please quiet down?” Adebayo says from her desk across the room. She’s also wearing a pair of sunglasses and is currently massaging her temples.

“Seriously,” John says from his desk beside her. He looks in rough shape, his face paler than usual. “It’s bad enough I had to come in today, I cannot listen to the two of you do your weird fight-flirting today.”

This elicits even more noise as Harcourt jumps to defend herself and Chris teases her. Between the two of them, stands the man you are afraid to see. Adrian. He’s currently laughing at the fighting, not getting as involved as usual. This is your chance.

You take a deep breath and prepare yourself for the conversation ahead. You take your sunglasses off and walk over to him. As you approach, you see him turn to you and smile. “Good morning,” he says in his usual upbeat voice. You’re not sure if he’s ignoring what happened last night or if he��s really chill about it. Either way, your nerves increase.

“Hey,” you reply, finding it hard to meet his eyes but smiling nonetheless. “Can I talk to you for a sec?” You gesture towards the hallway, obviously wanting to have this conversation in private. He agrees and you lead the way.

Once you’re far enough down the hall where the others won’t hear you, you stop to face him. Your words get caught in your throat and your courage disappears as you look at him. Come on Y/N, get it together. As you fidget with your fingers, Adrian takes this as an opportunity to start the conversation.        

“So, what did you want to talk to me about?” His face still offers no indication that he knows which makes this a thousand times harder. Deep breaths.

“I wanted to…to apologize for what happened last night,” you say with your eyes trained on the floor.

“Is that what this is about?” His question makes you look back up at him. You tilt your head in confusion. What else would this be about? He only smiles. “Don’t worry about that, no need to apologize.”

“Wait what?” This is not how you thought this was going to go. You’re genuinely unsure of what his next words would be. Was he going to reject you? Maybe admit to similar feelings? Or would he—

“Yeah. I mean, everyone says things they don’t mean when they’re drunk.” Your heart drops. He still doesn’t get it. He’s going to make you say it again, isn’t he?

“Adrian,” you sigh, trying to find the words again. But he keeps talking.

“I get it, I’ve totally been there,” he says. “Like this one time, I was drinking with Peacemaker, and I got so drunk that I told him he has a sexier butt than Taylor Swift! Which is crazy because obviously Taylor has—”

“Adrian,” you say firmly to cut off his ramblings. You look into his big innocent eyes. Here goes nothing. “I meant every word I said.”

His jaw drops and he does nothing but blink at you. “W-what?”

“I…look that obviously wasn’t how I meant to tell you but yeah.” There’s a small silence where you decide to keep talking. “I understand if you don’t feel the same way or if this makes things awkward between us but—”

And then this motherfucker has the gall to laugh. Like actually laugh. You’re so caught off guard that you stop talking.

“Seriously?” he asks you with a big smile on his face. Your face begins to heat up and you look back at the ground.

“There’s no need to laugh at me—”

“What? No, no, no, that’s not—I’m not making fun of you,” he says quickly. You grow confused. He’s still smiling. “I just…I can’t believe that you actually like me.”

“Is that so hard to believe?” you say, still feeling like he’s laughing at you.

“Yes!” he says. “I mean look at you! You’re the most gorgeous, badass, coolest person I know.” Your heart begins to swell. “You’re completely out of my league! Even Peacemaker thought so when I told him how I felt…”

Slowly you understand what he’s trying to say and while he’s still talking, you walk up to him. He only shuts up when you’re standing right in front of him.

“Can I kiss you now?” you ask softly, glancing at his lips. He quickly nods and you pounce on him, bringing his mouth to yours. He lets out a small moan and you smile, pulling him closer to you. The kiss is deep and messy, both of you so excited to finally do this that you want everything at once. Eventually you come up for air and you wrap your hands around his neck. He looks dazed and a goofy smile is stuck on his lips.

“Wow…” is all he says and you feel proud that you’ve rendered him speechless for once.

“Yeah,” you agree.

“In case it wasn’t clear, I really like you,” he says seriously, and you giggle.

“Mmm I hadn’t noticed,” you joke before looking into his eyes. “I like you too.” The smile he gives you turns your insides to jelly. You glance behind him as you’re suddenly reminded of the rest of the group. Luckily, you don’t spot any peeping eyes but you’re not sure how long that will last. “We should get back to the others.”

The thought of it puts a small damper on your mood. You’re so happy to finally be with the man you’ve been crushing on for months and the moment’s over.

“We could do that,” he says nodding. “OR, we could stay here and continue to make out?”

You smile at his optimistic looking face. “Yeah that sounds better.” His lips crash back down to yours as he backs you into a wall and you can’t help but smile at the trouble this boy is about to bring into your life.

[exist4me]

Hiii!🥰💜 Can I please request an Adrian Chase x fem!shy!nurse!reader where she’s a part of the team, but as a nurse. She doesn’t have any experience with weapons or fighting or anything, so the team are super protective of her.🥺 When Adrian inserts himself onto the team (I love him for that😂), he immediately takes a liking to her and makes it VERY clear/obvious to her and the whole team, in a very Vigilante way LOL, and Y/n is very obvious that she she likes him as well, but in a more shy, getting flustered and scurrying away type of thing 😂 They get together when he comes back to base days after he was expected back, she pretty much jumps in his arms crying and he kisses her, and she sits in his lap while treating his wounds🥺🥺

Author's Note: Hi this is my first request 🥳 I sincerely hope this is to your liking and that I did your request right. Let me know what you think. I love feedback❤️.

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VIGILANTE x FEM!SHY!NURSE!READER

You were a part of the 11th Street Kids on Project Butterfly, not as a fighter but as the team's nurse. The team was filled with big personalities and highly skilled badasses in weaponry and combat. You were more shy and reserved, you were skilled in medicine but not so much in fighting. Before you met everyone the idea of this small group against an alien invasion was a terrifying thought but as dysfunctional as the Task Force family was, you guys had each other's backs. 

Most times you'd be taken on missions as a precaution in case someone gets seriously injured. The first time you noticed how protective the group was of you, was during the assassination of U.S. senator Royland Goff. You were never left alone, you were guarded and had hourly checkups from the team during the stakeout. This is where you first had an interest in Vigilante. You were listening to him and the others interact via the comms. You thought he was a bit weird and sadistic but he didn't rub you the wrong way. You believed he was a good guy but just seems to enjoy killing which should be a red flag but you ignored it because he only killed bad people. You thought it was cute how much he idolizes and loves Peacemaker even though he claims to not have normal emotions.

After the Goff mission, you had a lot of injuries that needed to be treated, Vigilante's included. He was brutally tortured by Goff leaving him with half a pinky toe that needed to be looked at. 

He was holding his foot, groaning in pain, " I'm not sure I'm ever gonna walk again."

Economos turns around slightly in the front seat to ask why.

"Motherfucker cut half my pinky toe off. It's the most important toe there is," he whined.

"Vigilante I assure you that's not true." You said softly

" Yea that’s not true." Adebayo and Harcourt agree with you.

"Yea, it is! You can't walk without it!" Vigilante cried out. 

"You can walk just fine without a pinky toe. Dont' worry" you said trying to calm him down.

Vigilante continues to believe he can't walk anymore, " You'll fall over all the time, look stupid, everyone will laugh at you."

"Who's gonna laugh at you?" Harcourt ask. Peacemaker starts laughing at the idea of Vigilante falling over. You whisper "stop" to him.

"You can't walk if you lose your metatarsal. That's like the knuckle of the pinky toe. But if you just lose your pinky, it's fine. I'll treat you and you'll be all good before you know it." You send him a small smile.

Back at HQ when you were treating Vigilante, he started gaining interest in you. He liked how soft-spoken you were, he liked the way you asked to touch him before treating him, and he liked how tender and delicate your touch was. He also liked you a bit more because of how Peacemaker would listen to you. He instantly trusted you. The reveal of who Vigilante was is when you realized your interest turned into a crush. You were the one who picked him up from jail, you thought he was absolutely beautiful, his gorgeous green eyes and curly hair you wanna run your hands through. You couldn't stop looking at him. He says he doesn't feel normal emotions but in the car, he was close to crying believing he messed everything up. You wanted to hug him but you were too shy so you gently patted his shoulders.

"It's going to be okay, Adrian"

After saying his name he looked at you in an emotion you weren't too sure of. But it felt warm and safe.

After that day, Adrian was positive he liked you and wanted you as his. He always found a way to be near you or work with you in HQ, the team slowly started putting the dots together. However, Adrian wanted it to be known to the group and to you he liked you. The next time the entire team was together for Economos' PowerPoint presentation he decided to do something.When everyone was getting up to leave and prepare for the upcoming mission Adrian decided to make an announcement. 

"So guys, I just wanna say that I call dibs on y/n. I think we'll be amazing together you know, her being kinda soft and sweet and I, her badass crime-fighting boyfriend. Right? The whole opposites attract things. Anyway, y/n I like you and I think it'll be amazing if we get together after this mission because aliens wanna kill us so yea. What do you say?" He said in a rambly speech to everyone. All the attention is on you waiting for your response.

"um...uh, I-" You stutter trying to get words. You feel flustered as your face heats up, so you turn around and run back into the office you claimed as your own. You're excited that Adrian feels the same way as you but now you can't even be in the same room as him. You don't go on the next mission. Everyone returns safe and sound, although covered in blood (not theirs). Any time Adrian looks your way, you scurry off in the other direction holding your heated cheeks, hiding your small smile. This goes on for a while. The 11th Street Kids were given a big mission the team needed to be broken up into two. Peacemaker and Vigilante as one group and Harcourt and Adebayo as another. They split up to check out two potential sites that are used for the butterfly food source. You and Economos however stayed as tech backup. It should have taken 4 days max for everyone to come back. However, only Harcourt and Adebayo returned from their site visit. You weren't too worried on the 5th day, you know how Adrian and Peacemaker can get distracted but when the 8th day came you were on the verge of a breakdown.

"Should we go after them? I don't like this. What if they are getting tortured again or worse dead? You guys have been doing this longer than me, is this normal?" You paced around the main room of HQ talking to the rest of the gang about this. You were biting your nails with tears in your eyes. 

Harcourt was about to respond when you heard the door open. You turn around to see Adrian limbing inside injured with his suit ripped up with Peacemaker covered in blood behind him.

"Honey, we're home" Adrian yelled.

You run towards him, leaping into his arms as tears run down your face. He groans slightly from the impact on his wounds.

"Missed me?" He said, smirking. You nod letting out a small giggle. Adrian wipes your tears with his thumb before gently kissing you. You pour all your feelings and emotions into your kiss with Adrian, telling him the things you wished you had the courage to say. You wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss when he groans in pain. You pull away immediately.

"I'm sorry, let's go fix you up." You lead him into your office.

"Yes nurse," He said, smiling brightly.

You sit on his lap as you treat the injuries on his upper body.