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you asked for this

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pairing(s): adrian chase | vigilante x GN!reader

summary: Vigilante likes pain, more than he would ever freely admit. You like to be the cause of it.

words: 3.7k

cw: explicit, smut, cock & ball torture, torture, interrogation, BDSM, bondage, electrocution, sadism, masochism, brat taming (kinda?), blood kink, con-noncon BDSM scene, consensual sex, blowjobs, masochist!adrian, sub!adrian, aftercare, established safe words, established relationship, fluff at the end

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Sweat drips down his heaving chest, collects on his brow and dampens his dark curls. Eyes shut, his breath stutters through parted lips, rosy with a little bit of blood that he’s drawn from them. His head is hung back on his shoulders, baring his neck and the crisp protrusion of his adam’s apple to your wandering eye.

God, he has such a neck. You want to sink your teeth into it.

“You know, you can always ask for a break if you need one,” you tell him with a base amount of gentility. “I can be generous.”

He laughs up toward the ceiling; a weak, haggard sound that rattles in the back of his throat and turns vaguely toward a cough near the end. He takes a few short breaths afterwards, arms flexing against their restraints, wrists tied to the back legs of the metal chair he sits in.

“Give me your best shot, pal.”

You take an even breath to contrast his shuddering one. Then, you lean forward and bring the wand in your hand between his legs again.

The crackling of electricity fills the air, a vaguely blue glow shining from the conductive metal in the dark. His naked legs tense and flail, his hips arching off of the metal surface beneath him. And oh, how he howls up toward the ceiling, the sound echoing off the barren, dirty warehouse walls and meeting your ears ten times over. It raises the hairs on your neck, rolls something deep in your gut that you’re almost afraid to admit is there. Almost.

Three seconds later you sit back, and the shimmering Adonis before you sinks down into his seat again with a fresh layer of sweat gleaming on his skin.

You’ve been at this for a while now; you periodically electrocuting him between the legs, him proverbially spitting in your face every chance he gets. A vicious cycle of you torturing him, him goading you on, and so on into the night, all because he refuses to give you one piece of information.

“What’s your name?”

“Rumplestiltskin.”

You quirk an eyebrow. “Water?”

“Please.”

You reach down to the floor beside your ankle and raise a white plastic water bottle. It’s the kind football players use, large and capable of holding a full quart at once.

You point it towards him and spray him in the face like a dog.

He splutters. You’re sure that with your aim he managed to inhale some of it. He tilts his soaked face towards you finally, a thin rivulet of blood running from his lip down his chin along with the droplets of fresh water. His eyes flash at you in tired annoyance. “The fuck was that for?”

“You didn’t specify how you wanted it.”

The insinuation hangs solidly in the air. You cross your legs, the leather of your pants creaking as it moves. His bright green eyes trail that movement, his lips parted still as he tries to catch his breath, and you catch a glimpse of another emotion underlying all that pain and exhaustion. A dark swell crawls along your skin at the thought.

Pretty boy.

“I don’t think you got enough of it up my nose that time,” he says blandly after a moment. “I haven’t done my weekly neti pot, do you think you could-”

Your hand tightens on the bottle, and a projectile stream of water hits him squarely between the eyes. His head flies back, water dripping down the sides of his face.

“Thanks.”

You bark a laugh. “Such a polite little brat. A cute juxtaposition, if ever there was one.”

He gives you a quiet hmph, his head slumped forward just enough that you can’t see his eyes past the matted curtain of curls over his forehead. His body has finally relaxed after its last jolt to the point that his thighs part just enough, giving you a prime view of what he has to work with.

Very pretty boy.

“I didn’t know you’d be such a glutton for pain, Vigilante.” The words roll off your tongue easily, but something about that nickname is clunky. It arrests the flow of the sentence, throwing a wrench in the works and making it come out almost wrong. Perhaps that was the desired effect, or perhaps he just isn’t very skillful at coming up with code names.

Vigilante looks up at you from beneath his lashes, heavy lidded eyes scowling at you through the dark. “Think I’d do any of this shit if I didn’t like it?”

A wolfish smile spreads across your face. “You should really run away when you can.”

“Y’know, Mozart wrote a song called ‘Lick My Ass.’ You should listen to it sometime.”

You slam the metal rod in your hands between his legs again, ensuring that it smacks hard against his balls before you turn it on, and the sharp sound of electricity crackles over the din of his shouting.

“HOOOOOOHHHH FUCK!”

This time you pull away after five seconds, just to salt the wound. Even after the current is lifted from him, he writhes, head tossed back, hips pushed out so far toward you that you can’t help but admire his cock. Flushed, swollen, and impressively hard. He doesn’t seem to be shy about it, but you guess he has bigger things to worry about at the moment.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” he hisses, his face contorted in pain as he slowly lowers back into a semi-comfortable position. A vein jumps out of his neck, his teeth bared as he gurgles something in the back of his throat that sounds like another snarky insult towards you.

“You’re very resilient. I’m impressed.” You tap the dormant wand against your boot, leaning back in your chair again. You watch him, riveted as though you’re watching a movie. Small whimpers come out of his mouth with each quiet breath, his tongue darting out to stave off the blood seeping from his cracked lip. A deep bruise colors a spot just beneath his sharp jaw, purple fading to yellow already. With a hint of amusement, you observe, “That’s a pretty mark. Got someone waiting for you at home?”

He makes a short noise of protest. “Fuck off.”

“Ah. So, Vigilante’s got a partner. That’s sweet. Surprising, but sweet.” You tilt your head at him. “Do they know how much you like getting your balls fried?”

He pants, lifting his head a bit to fix his dilated eyes on your face. “Theoretically… if I had someone… and they knew that… I bet they could still do it better than this.”

You grin. “What’s your name, Vigilante?”

“Bruce fucking Wayne.”

This time, he almost starts yelling before the wand touches him. Unwilling to start letting him anticipate the pain, you pull away so quickly you barely give him more than a little zap.

He rocks forward in his seat as far as he can, whimpering and hissing miserably through his teeth.

“You must want some sort of relief by now,” you muse, tapping your finger on your knee. “Unfortunately for you, I’m a very patient person.”

He chuckles, a dimple popping up on his cheek when he grins at you. “What kind of relief are we talking?”

You hum, your eyes searching his face for some kind of trick. “Nothing for nothing, sweetheart. You tell me what your name is, and I’ll help you take care of that raging hard on.”

“You’re gonna help me?”

“Or I’ll just untie you so that you can take care of it yourself.”

He smirks, gazing at you tiredly with half-lidded eyes. “You untie me and that’ll be the last thing you ever fucking do. Ohhhh, I want to tear you to pieces.”

Amazing how menacing he can look even with those sweet curls and eyes half shut, the dimples on his cheeks seeming deeper in the shadows. Something about the tilt of his head, the tint of blood on his teeth as he smiles at you, makes you think that he’s far from joking. Still, you refuse to balk any more than he is.

“I’m so threatened.” You flick the button on the wand again, letting the electricity crackle in the silence for a second. “Okay. So I don’t untie you. There are other ways to get you off. I’m sure you’ll come if I just breathe lightly on that thing. I don’t even have to touch you.”

Vigilante whines, hanging his head back with his nose scrunched in indignation. “Fuck you for being so hot. Fuck this. ‘S not fair. God, I’d love to have you between my legs-”

“Then tell me,” you press, uncrossing your legs to lean forward. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“M-my name?” He heaves a shaky breath, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows drily. “My name… my name is…”

You blink. He couldn’t possibly be about to break.

“Deez nuts.”

Your hand swings forward, thumb clamping down on the button, amping the power up to ten. Vigilante shrieks up toward the ceiling, a broken sound dying in his throat and fading into a racking sob that shakes his entire body. His hips fully leave the seat, his writhing threatening to topple the chair he’s tied to.

When you pull back, you turn the wand off and toss it to the floor beside the water bottle with a clatter.

You watch him for a long moment. He twitches, his face still clenched tight, muscles still tense as he takes deep, labored breaths. His pale skin is flushed, rosy patches coloring his neck and shoulders. Slowly, so slowly, he sinks back into the seat until his legs release that built up tension, and his breaths turn natural, a rasping groan punctuating each one.

A sharp blast of laughter lurches from your throat, startling him and making him jump to look at you.

“‘Deez nuts?’ Really?”

A tired smile worms its way across his face, and he echoes your laugh softly. “Couldn’t help it. I’ve always wanted to say that.”

You each dissolve into your respective fits of laughter, yours much more energetic and loud compared to his at this point. You rub your eyes, check the time. You’ve been going for hours.

“How are you doing?”

He finally drops his shoulders, fully slumping back into the seat with his head tilted back on his shoulders. He’s obviously exhausted, but a soft smile graces his face as he cracks his eyes open at you.

“‘M good. How’re you?”

“Just fine, baby,” you coo at him. “Can I kiss you?”

He nods. He lifts his head as you stand, shuffling forward to carefully slide your hand up his thigh, clammy with sweat and cold from the chill in the empty warehouse.

You bend down and kiss your boyfriend tenderly on the lips, your thumbs stroking over his damp cheeks. His lips taste of salt and blood, bitten raw and rough. He groans softly, stretching up to try to deepen the kiss, his tongue darting into your mouth as quickly as he can manage it.

“Was I good?” Adrian says in a rushed exhale when you pull back. His green eyes are wide and stare up at you hopefully.

“Fucking amazing, baby. I don’t think anything can break you.” You stroke your knuckles down the side of his cheek, your heart swelling when he leans into that touch. “You were so good for me. God, I love you.”

“Mm… love you.”

For someone so easy to read, he’s almost anomalous in the way he behaves. Dating him, you’d been so accustomed to his usual state of bubbliness that when you finally saw him fight for the first time, you’d been utterly astounded. It was almost as if you couldn’t quite comprehend the fact that Adrian could be Vigilante, and vice versa.

You’ve gotten to a point where it isn’t so jarring. But that doesn’t mean he won’t throw a curveball at you every now and then.

“Okay so one time Peacemaker and I got captured by aliens and they tied me to a chair and electrocuted my balls and I was really mad at Peacemaker because he didn’t give up any information to stop them even though he totally could have but what I didn’t tell anyone was that I actually kind of liked it and anyways I was thinking can you maybe tie me down and torture me for information in a sexy way and then kiss me after?”

The request had taken you fully by surprise, but once you sat with it for a second, it wasn’t the strangest thing Adrian had ever said to you. And, you realized, there was something appealing about the idea to you, too.

“Yeah, I can do that. But we’re going to have a safe word and action, and if I feel like you’re in over your head then I’m going to stop everything. Okay?”

“Okay. Can our safe word be ‘Tinky-Winky?’”

“...That can be the safe word, yes.”

“Sweet. There’s nothing less sexy than a Teletubby.”

It had taken a week of thorough planning to work out everything, and to ensure that Adrian was keeping it all in mind. He put a lot of emphasis on the information-giving aspect of it, to the point where you were certain this was a test of his will. You’d checked in with him again as you pulled the Sebring up outside the abandoned warehouse on the edge of town, bracketed by woods on either side.

“You know that you have nothing to prove to me, right, baby?”

“I know. This is gonna be fun.”

He was practically vibrating with excitement. You smiled as you pulled rope out of the trunk. “I’m going to ask you for your name. Don’t tell me it, okay?”

“But you already know my name.”

“No, I know that. But when we go in there, you’re Vigilante. And I’m the enemy. Got it?”

“Okay.”

“What’s your safe word?”

“Tinky-Winky. Oh! And if I can’t talk I slap my hand on the leg of the chair three times.”

“Good boy.” You reached up and slipped his glasses from his face. He blinked at you slowly as you slid them into your pocket. “I’ll ask you ‘How are you doing?’ That means everything is over, we’re done. Got it?”

“Got it. I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. Now take off your clothes.”

Now, you pull his glasses out of your pocket and put them back on him. He looks up at you again, not having to stare quite so hard to see you clearly. “You’re the sexiest person on earth. Like seriously, how did I get so lucky with you, huh?”

“Because you’re the only guy I know who’ll get his ass beat and then bring me home a plushie from the claw machine at work the same night.” You smile, your fingers drifting through his damp hair. “I’m gonna untie you now, okay?”

“NO- I mean… no. Please.” Adrian inhales sharply as you search his face for an explanation. “I-I’m really fucking hard right now and I don’t… I’m not sure if I- I mean-”

“You want me to help you with it?”

He nods rapidly, his face screwed up in earnest. “But if you untie me I might be really rough with you and I don’t want to do that on accident-”

“It’s okay, Adrian,” you shush him, slowly dropping to your knees in front of his spread legs. “I won’t untie you, but you still tell me if you want me to stop.”

“Okay. F-fuck, okay. Do I still have to say the safe word?”

“You can, if you want. I’ll stop either way.” You reach forward, ghosting one feather-light fingertip up the length of his cock. He hisses through his teeth, hips jolting even at that bare amount of contact. “Are you sure you want this now, baby? I know it hurts, I wasn’t easy on you.”

“No, I’m… I mean, it does. But I… I like it.” You know that Adrian is sometimes a little shy when it comes to asking for what he wants. It’s the only time you ever see him truly nervous to talk to you, but this is more sheepish than you’ve ever seen him, as you gaze up at him from between his legs. His voice is barely above a whisper when he repeats, “I like it.”

“Okay. Sweet boy, I’m going to take care of you. Just relax.”

Overly cautious, you lean forward to let the warmth of your lips brush along the side of his cock. It isn’t so much that you’re set on teasing him anymore, it’s that you refuse to cause him any more pain than he likely already has. Going at him hard and fast immediately would only irritate him further, and you want him to enjoy this.

The wet swath of your tongue soothes over his sensitive skin, and he strains against the ties that bind him to the chair, a groan bubbling up out of his chest.

“Haaah shit, holy shit.”

“Relax.” You kiss his tip, tongue darting out to flick gently at his slit.

“Ah, fuck- I’m trying.” Contrary to his words, he squirms, hips bucking toward your face, making you pull back with the movement. “Shit, you’re so good- so good for me. God, I fucking love you so much.”

You hum a quiet, soothing response as you let your lips glide smoothly along his curved underside, the very tip of your tongue tracing the long vein there and swirling carefully around his swollen head. His open mouthed gasps and groans fill your ears, sounding even more sinful than his howls of pain had been. Your blood boiling, you elect to make each touch of your lips and tongue to his skin an attempt to kiss that pain away.

He moans obscenely loud when your lips finally wrap around him, giving him the lightest little suck while petting the length of him with your fingers. He’s sweating again, nearly pouring buckets, but you imagine that this time it isn’t necessarily from a point of pain.

You remain there, sucking rhythmically and letting your fingers do the rest of the work, easing your saliva along his shaft until he’s quivering, strong legs twitching on either side of your head and breath coming out in short bursts. Then you slide your mouth down, matching the moan that he makes above you, and this time you don’t pull back when his hips buck forward just slightly.

“God, I’m gonna come. You’re gonna- fuck- don’t stop, please-”

You hum, letting your hands caress his thighs and thumbs graze along his hips, stroking softly before your hands tighten and hold him down against the chair. Not that you think you could overpower him if he really wanted to struggle out of your grasp- but, you know, he has a habit of jerking around when he orgasms.

You ease up as you continue the steady working of your mouth and tongue on him, giving it to him softly, each draw back accompanied by a lewd slick noise to combat his harsh groaning. All at once he jolts, head flinging back with an alarmingly high pitched noise in his throat and limbs straining as he comes, a rush of warmth and salt on your tongue. Hard pulses absolutely ravage his body until he can do nothing but slump back in his seat and take his air in weak, wheezing breaths.

You pull back with one last kitten lick to his tip, making his hips jump from oversensitivity. “Better?”

“Huuuuuuhh… uh huh.”

You smirk to yourself as you pull a knife out of your pocket and start cutting the restraints on his ankles. “You have such a way with words. You write poetry?”

His words are thick in his throat. “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day-”

“Save your breath, Shakespeare.”

Adrian swallows, goes to say something and ends up coughing instead. You cut his wrists free, and reach for the bottle of water behind you, straightening up on your knees to push it into his hands. “Drink. I’ve got you now, you’re safe.”

“I know I’m safe.” His hands shake as he lifts the bottle to his lips, and he spends a long moment just chugging it until he manages to clear the dryness from his throat. He keeps his eyes trained on the floor beside you as he adds quietly, “You make me feel safe.”

“I always want you to feel safe with me.” You shift forward, settling between his knees as your arms wrap around his middle. He tucks his head against your shoulder, slumping forward to hold you, his breathing slowly returning to normal the longer you keep him there against you. Drenched in sweat and cold to the touch, but speaking of peace and comfort with his attempts to pull you ever closer to him.

“You’re really cold, sweetheart,” you tell him after his body completely relaxes into yours. “You want me to help you put some clothes on?”

“If I put pants on it’ll hurt.”

“Okay. There’s a blanket in the back of the Sebring, you can just wrap up until we get back home.”

He nods, letting you support his weight as he stands. Wrapping an arm around his waist to keep him steady, you hold the water and electric wand in your other hand as you slowly make your way back toward the entrance of the warehouse. He hisses as he walks, sort of bending forward and hobbling like an old man.

“Dammit- Peacemaker’s gonna know something’s off. He always knows about shit like this. You think he can read minds?”

“I think he can read your mind,” you say with a smirk. “Pretty much everyone can, babe.”

“That’s bullshit. How can everyone read my mind? I don’t have a radio brain.” He pauses. “Do I have a radio brain?”

“No, you don’t. You’re just really easy to read, there’s no shame in that.” After a short moment of contemplation on your end, you finally add, “There is something, though. You said you wanted to tear me apart. I couldn’t figure out if you were serious or not.”

“I uh… hm.” He blushes, looking down at his feet.

“Because, if that’s an offer for you to return the favor… I’d love for you to make good on that threat sometime.”

Adrian turns his head back towards you with a lopsided grin. “Really? You… yeah? Okay. What’s your safe word?”

“Tinky-Winky, of course.”

Adrian’s laughter echoes throughout the empty warehouse, bouncing off the walls and surging up on your heels.

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