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Kiss Me Deadly - 1 chapter | 900 words | kiss prompt | adrenaline kiss, angst, bar fights, agent reader.
WIPS 🕸️˚₊🕷₊˚🕸️˙
Adrian x fem! reader:
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Precision Above All Else Chapter 9/? | 53k | ao3 | reader is Chris' little sister, ASPD! reader, mercenary reader, casual sex, canon typical violence, eventual romance, childhood trauma
You're a real keeper! Chapter 6/? | 19k | ao3 | zoo keeper! reader, fluff, awkward crushes, mentions of past high school and workplace bullying, insecure! Adrian, mutual pining.
Fandom: Peacemaker characters x reader (any gender I pretty much write fem but happy writing gn and male just specify in the request) Also open to peacemaker character x characters
Feel free to ask if you have something else, if I'm not comfortable writing your request I'll let you know privately 🩵
Current queue/drafts (please note: I write on vibes and multiple wips at a time so the order isn't set. I try to do first come first served but if a prompt gets me in the mood to write a longer fic it might take a lil longer. Ty 🖤)
Adrian x reader (single mom reader, fluff)
John x reader (chronic pain reader, comfort fic)
Adrian x reader (hybrid reader, lioness hybrid reader) I got two similar prompts and will use both thank you anons!! ❤️
Cat got your stethoscope? (Dennis Whitaker x Fem Reader) Part Ten
synopsis: you try to not focus on last night and get some unexpected news.
part one | word count: 3.2k | ao3 | playlist | taglist: @bloodredcherry-fic @chilifrylizards @cardcaptorrin @polaryxie @uneducateddd-blog (comment to join)
tags: fluff, angst, love at first sight, reader is from pittsburgh, author is not! flirting, awkward crush, first dates, romance, reader is a baker, clueless Dennis, reader has chronic pain, reader is a social worker, workplace dynamics, reader had a troubled childhood, Robby may or may not be readers father, mentions of SDE/erectile dysfunction, Dennis needs a hug, so does reader, eventual smut, family drama, religious guilt, mutual pining, funerals, mentions of past domestic violence, phone sex, therapy sessions
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Trying to compose yourself in the bathroom was difficult when the horrible fluorescent lighting made you look worse somehow than how you felt.
Dennis had lied to you.
He wasn't here and you'd wasted your time and energy on another man once again.
This time had felt so right, he seemed so genuine.
How could you trust your instincts after this? But you supposed that after getting hot and heavy, Dennis had seen the apprehension and fear cross your face, how your heart beat outside of your chest.
Your hands had trembled, lips parting to make a shocked ohh sound when you felt his full desire pressed up against you, it was always the skinny unassuming guys that were surprisingly packing.
“Do you have any protection?” You had asked meekly, the condoms you bought just in case from the pharmacy earlier were regular sized.
“Uh yeah I do…” Dennis gulped, getting one out of his wallet.
“It might take me a little while to warm up Denny.” You explained softly, but got no response.
To try and get back into the mood, alleviate the anxiety butterflying up your chest, you kissed him again, but he didn’t reciprocate as much. So you stopped, parting lips.
He wasn’t hard anymore, you couldn’t feel it jabbing at your hip bone.
Then Dennis stared down at you, it felt like hours went by, agonizing, he was completely silent as you anxiously tried to suggest something else to do.
Words weren’t even needed, Dennis was a doctor and knew your diagnosis, adenomyosis and endometriosis.
The likelihood that sex might be painful was relatively high, you never could predict when a flare up would rise or simply your body refused to cooperate.
And unlike what you expected from him, Dennis didn’t want to bother finding out. Retreating from you immediately.
“I should probably really get going, it’s getting late.”
How many times had you heard that very same line pulled by the other men you’d been with? Previous boyfriends had treated you terribly.
Dennis was supposed to be different.
Not making you feel guilty about your body, your pain, something you couldn’t begin to control. Yet he brushed off your offer of a movie, to spend the night together and cuddle on the couch if things didn’t work.
Some bullshit about his toothbrush and having to work.
Basically the more you thought about how it all went down, he stormed out of your place.
You had hoped there would be a next time to figure it all out together, spent time on forums looking up advice the last couple weeks, even bought a new range of products online.
All that money wasted on a stupid man who straight up lied to you.
Shit and you’d thrown out the receipt.
Those toys and full pieces of lacy lingerie were seriously expensive. Not to mention the special angled pillow.
At least you could use it to rest a book or e-reader while sleeping alone?
“You okay there hon? Looking a little pale.” Dana checked in, looking worried when you finally exited the stall.
“I'm fine, just a bit tired with wrapping up my thesis.” You lied, not wanting to get upset again.
Wandering around, not really wanting to leave the Pitt, but having no actual reason to stay, you shuffled off to the exit. Then your savior with an ankle monitor arrived. Doctor Cassie McKay.
“Hey, how's it going?” McKay asked, chomping away on a bear claw from the break room. “Thanks for these by the way, celebrating something?”
“Nah, just showing my appreciation for the crew.” You smiled, hoping it wasn’t coming across half as weak as it felt.
McKay thankfully didn't notice, in full work mode and when her mobile buzzed, she checked the text. “Wanna go on a street team job with me?” She asked cheerfully over her shoulder.
"Sounds good, let's go!” You agreed, the perfect distraction. Work on your day off!
Heading out, Robby tried to ask you about something but you weren’t even pretending to be slightly interested.
“Who is it this time?” You asked, running across the busy intersection.
When a car beeped, you and McKay both flipped and cussed out the jag-off.
“Jennifer, she’s called up again, this time it’s a scraped knee.” McKay shrugged with a sad shake of her head.
“Ah gotcha, well I can try and help.” You knew the situation, Jennifer was a regular for calling up the direct street team line.
Her father was in jail and her mother suffered from drug addiction, she’d been placed in foster care but wanted to go back home.
Unfortunately, there wasn’t much of a home to go back to.
“Hey Jennifer, how’s it going?” You waved hello, spotting her on the steps of the park monument.
“You again? Ya know you really don’t look like a doctor.” Jennifer said gruffly, biting down on her bottom lip. She was a tough customer, even at seven years old.
“That’s because I’m not, I’m a social worker.” You smiled, sitting on the bottom step, giving her all the space she needed. “How’s your new placement going?”
“I hate it there. My foster home sucks. See my knee? It’s totally going to get infected.” Jennifer pointed at the little scab, kicking her leg out to McKay.
“I see it, that’s what we’ve got disinfectant and Hello Kitty bandaids for.” McKay softly laughed, getting out the packet and a bottle of spray-on iodine.
“I want a Kuromi one.” Jennifer huffed, red bags under her eyes revealed how much she’d been crying before you got there.
You offered her a doughnut, having swiped the box on the way out so Robby couldn’t have anymore.
“I like Kuromi too.” Jennifer nodded, taking the donut and then assessed you properly.
“Aggretsuko is my second favorite.” She announced, pointing at your bag.
“Oh, cool. Yeah she's my all-time fave.” You said sheepishly, trying to not think about how you got the charm.
No such luck.
The way Dennis had won it from the claw machine, his tongue poking out in total concentration, looking so adorable, crushed your heart all over again like a car getting cubed.
“Where’d you get it from?” Jennifer asked with that loud insistent tone only a seven year old could pull off. If you didn’t answer, this would result in a melt down.
“At Kennywood.” You tried to keep it brief, but Jennifer wouldn’t let the topic change.
She stared right up into your very soul. “Did your boyfriend win it for you?”
“Ah yeah, kind of.” You trailed off, feeling the salt enter the wound. Jennifer practically had a salt shaker primed and ready.
McKay raised a brow at that, but tactfully remained silent, adhering the bandaid.
“Kinda? Did you break up?” Jennifer asked loudly. “Hm, Dennis is pretty dorky.” She nodded and then shrugged as though that made total sense.
“W-what? How did you know that Dennis and I are?” You were bewildered, this kid was some kind of mind reader.
“Doctor McKay told me the last time I called. Her and Doctor Whitaker were there when I ran away and I asked about you.” She explained with another easy shrug, polishing off the doughnut.
“Great.” You sighed.
“Sorry.” McKay laughed.
“Now you’re all patched up there soldier. We’ve got to take you back home.” She patted Jennifer on the shoulder, who bemoaned but agreed to go.
“When can I see my Mom?” Jennifer asked quietly in the car ride home.
"She’s been doing really well with the program, let’s talk to your foster parents and see what we can do okay?” You said, helping her out of the car.
“You know that leaving without telling a grown up isn’t best? It’s good you called us, but Carol cares about you Jennifer.”
“...okay.” Jennifer eventually said, staring out the window.
“Thank goodness! Sorry, she just ran off and we called the hospital.” Carol, her foster mother, fretted at the front door, holding another toddler at her hip.
“It’s okay, they paged me. Jennifer had a scraped knee and got us to take a look just in case.” McKay reassured her.
“Sorry…” Jennifer murmured, hugging Carol around the waist. “I miss my Mom.”
“Aw it’s okay, I know sweetie. We’ll give her a call over the weekend.” Carol whispered back to her, returning the cuddle.
“Thanks again!” She waved you and McKay off down the block.
“If only they could all be that simple.” You said, staring back in the rearview mirror.
“Tell me about it.” McKay sighed.
“So what did Dennis do?” She turned to face you.
“Ughhh.” You groaned, holding your head in your hands.
“That bad? Really? Our farm boy?” McKay was shocked.
“That bad, yeah. Turns out he’s still a man.” You explained flatly.
“And men are the worst. Enough said.” She understood completely, not broaching the subject again on the drive back.
Getting dropped off to the Pitt, you were met with Robby with an annoyingly expectant grin on his face. McKay gave you an ‘I don’t know, don’t ask me’ shrug.
“Have you checked your phone?” Robby asked pointedly, eyebrows raised.
“No, why?” You grumbled, fishing it out of your bag. Then you paused before checking the message, gauging his reaction.
It didn’t take more than one guess.
“I got the job.” You murmured, still in disbelief when you stared down and the official email from Gloria confirmed it.
“You got the job.” Robby chuckled, looking so proud. For once, you basked in it, and even let him hug you. McKay and Dana gave you a hug as well. This was well earned and a long time in the making.
“I got the job!” You cheered.
“And your first shift is tomorrow evening. It’s a great crew. Abbot, Shen, Ellis, Langdon, Whitaker…” Robby listed idly, not seeing the wince Cassie gave him.
“Great, thanks a lot Robby.” You pushed him aside and marched off.
“What did I do wrong this time?” Robby asked, flabbergasted.
“Not what you did wrong, what Whitaker did wrong apparently.” Cassie said, ensuring it was out of your earshot to not incur your wrath.
“Whitaker, really our farm boy? Do I need to go have words with him?” Robby wondered, eyebrows narrowing.
“Best not get involved again Robby.” Dana suggested, ever the voice of reason.
“Whitaker's not like her other exes, he's a good kid. I'm sure it'll work itself out.”
“Yeah I guess you're right. What'd I do without you Dana?”
“Perish the thought hon.” Meanwhile you'd gone home, not wanting to hear everyone air out your business any further.
It was so upsetting that the best news you'd gotten in ages was marred by some dumb guy you caught feelings for.
This called for a self-care day, face mask, pedicure, foot spa, moisturizer, bath bombs, the whole works. It helped soothe you somewhat, ordering take-out in the form of tonkatsu curry and an iced strawberry matcha didn't hurt either.
Then you got a knock at the door.
Weird, had you accidentally ordered twice? But no it was Dee.
“What's up?” You asked. “Did Elvis get out again?”
“No sweetie, your man Dennis is here to apologize. Look, he even brought you some nice flowers.” You stared down at the bundle of CVS plastic wrapped orchids.
“Go tell him where to shove his dumbass apology and cheap flowers for me Dee.” You huffed, not in the mood to hear any of it.
Currently you were nice and cozy on the couch in your fluffiest robe and slippers, eating a packet of your favorite chips and watching the trashiest of reality television.
“C’mon hon, he’s gone all this way and Trin is here too!” Dee tried to convince you to come down from the stairwell.
“Wow, what is that an entire four, five blocks away? I’ll Venmo Trinity the gas money.” You rolled your eyes. “And why are you letting them in, Dee? Traitor.”
She knew exactly what he'd done, you cried your eyes out at her kitchen counter about it!
“Huckleberry is an idiot, but he wasn’t out messing around on you.” Trinity offered. “I mean we know that he couldn’t score anyway, you’re basically a statistical anomaly for being interested in him. But still it’s not a terrible or creepy reason where he was today.” She continued, trying to help out her friend in the most Santos way possible.
“Gee thanks for the shovel, I'll keep digging my own grave now shall I?" Dennis sighed. “Please, I’m really sorry for lying. Can you let me explain?” He called out and you could hear his footsteps up the stairs.
“Explain what? You weren’t at work.” You called back. “Just do us all a favor Whitaker and bow out if you don’t want to see me again.”
“I do want to see you again, that’s why I’m here.” Dennis argued, now standing at the welcome mat.
“Well you’ve seen me. Now leave.” You frowned, readjusting your robe, you then slammed the door in his face.
He waited a moment, then knocked politely on the door. Who even was this guy?!
“I went to a therapist.” Dennis informed you, peering into the peep hole. “A sex therapist.” He qualified after you didn't answer him.
"Wait that was your appointment?" Trinity couldn't help herself but blurt out. "I thought you went to the dentist or chiropractor or some shit."
“Of course, after making out once with me a guy needs sex therapy. Figures.” You felt like you needed to seek therapy now hearing that.
“No it's not like that!”
“What is it like then Dennis?”
“I have SDE!” Dennis shouted through the crack in the door. You opened it again and glared at him,
“What’s that stand for? Stupid Dennis Excuses?”
“No, it stands for situational delayed ejaculation!” Dennis yelled again expecting the door to be closed, his face flooding bright pink when he was met with your eyes.
“Oh.” You awkwardly held the door ajar.
“Yeah.” Dennis stared down at his shoes, unable to retain eye contact.
“Want to go outside and have a smoke?” Dee offered Trinity who nodded backing away from you both slowly.
“After hearing that, fuck yes I would love to.” Trinity said. “You got a stiff drink too?” Then she turned to Dennis, hands up in faux alarm. "Woops sorry too soon?"
Dennis grimaced at that, not giving her the satisfaction of a response.
"How’s tequila sound?” Dee suggested, leading the way to her well renowned liquor stash.
“Fucking wonderful!” Trinity grinned.
With that Trinity and Dee had found a new friend in one another, clinking glasses outside and leaving you two alone to talk.
“I left last night because I didn’t want to let you down.” Dennis continued, expression frantic as he went through how you could contact Doctor Harper to verify his story.
Reaching out into his pocket, he produced a therapist card and sure enough the appointment was handwritten for when he said.
“Denny.” You cut him off firmly, unlatching the deadbolt from your front door. “Let's talk for a little while.”
“You're not upset with me?” He asked hopefully, stepping inside.
Damn those blue eyes really were gorgeous, deep and sparkly like the ocean being hit by the sun. Speckles of green and grey broke through…hey wait a second. You weren’t about to hit the rocks from his siren princess eyes!
Sighing, you sat down on the couch and begrudgingly shook your head. “Not in the slightest about that first part, just the bit where you left and lied about it.”
“I'm sorry. I had an anxiety attack.” Dennis tried to explain, still hovering around you.
“Well that makes two of us.” You replied, arms still firmly folded.
“Sit down already.” Patting down the cushion next to you, he quickly followed your order.
“Sure, I get that. I messed up really bad.” Dennis nodded, clutching at the tassel of your throw pillow for comfort.
“It’s a relief that you didn’t leave for the reasons I thought. But I had hoped you could trust me a little more and tell me what was really wrong. And I didn’t think you’d lie to me like that.”
"It was a lapse in judgement, really stupid of me. I should’ve explained myself better, or at all. I didn’t communicate properly and shut down.” Dennis explained and you slowly nodded, it made sense and you understood.
Still you needed to make yourself and your position right now very clear.
“I’ve been hurt before Dennis.” You began.
“I know I…” He started to try and make it better, but that’s not what you wanted.
“No you don’t know. Let me finish.” You cut him off, the ice in your tone making him fall silent.
“I’ve been hurt before, burnt and scarred. I can’t let someone in if they’re going to do that to me again. Not right now. There’s too much going on.” For a short while you paused, trying to blink the tears away.
Dennis got you a tissue from the box on the coffee table, waiting until you were ready to continue.
“I got the job.” You sniffled, dabbing the tissue under your eye.
“That’s amazing, I knew you would!” Dennis grinned, worried lines still etched across his forehead. Especially when he saw how upset you were.
"So I can’t afford to be distracted right now with this.” You knew it was for the best.
“This?” He asked, head tilting.
“Us.” You spelt it out for him.
“Oh.” Dennis looked like he’d been gut punched, face going ghostly pale.
A stray tear dripped down your cheek and you quickly wiped it away. “With my health and all I need to get into the swing with things working at the Pitt, get some clarity. If you’re still interested, later, maybe, I just don’t know right now Dennis…”
Dennis mulled that over, a few times his mouth opened and closed, unable to form the words. “I’ll wait however long I have to for you to come to a decision. But I understand if you decide that you don’t ever want to see me again.”
“I’ll probably want to see you again…eventually.” Your voice became small, choked, caged by the truth.
“But you really hurt me Denny.” Releasing that unleashed the sobs you’d been trying to keep inside.
Dennis offered his shoulder to you, which you took, gently pushing your hair back and rubbing your back. Once you were settled, Dennis murmured, “I’m sorry.” He stood up rigidly, hands planted at his sides.
It wasn’t until he asked to use your bathroom that you realised Dennis had likely been crying too.
“See you at work tomorrow night.” You said once it was time to say goodbye. "If you're actually working that is." You couldn't help but let the sass roll off your tongue a little playfully, with a dash of spite.
"Oh, that's your first shift?” Dennis realised with a slight wince. “Yeah see you then.” He awkwardly went to leave but turned at the last second.
“You'll do amazing.” You could tell by the glimmer in those blue eyes that he genuinely meant it.
"Thanks Denny.” You replied softly and closed the door for good this time.
Whenever your watch read 11:59 pm your mind went racing, a pleasant tingle of endorphins rising up through the fingertips.
Back pressed up against a brick wall, camera in hand, the alleyway tonight is freezing cold, but your hands are shaking more out of anticipation.
Breath caught iron hot in your throat, a bead of sweat trailing down to the clavicle.
It's such a rush every time you do this. Follow him here. Better than skydiving.
The very thought of him being here again tonight makes it all tighten, every muscle clenches, throbbing and wanting.
What if this time he caught you spying on him? Would he kill you? Dismember you into little pieces with that tool bag of his that he carried around in the trunk of his 1996 Sebring?
The model of car was only four years younger than he was.
Him.
It's always him.
You can't help but think of him each and every long intense night shift at the emergency department and try to catch a glimpse of your beloved in action again.
Vigilante.
Adrian Allen Chase.
Brunette curly hair parted with a fine tooth comb. Prescription glasses of -6.25 vision for severe myopia, or near sightedness.
His visor must have the corrective lenses incorporated into it. Standing at 5’11, 183 lbs. Blood type: AB positive. Universal donor of plasma straight to your heart. Born 30 June 1991 at Evergreen General Hospital.
The very same hospital you had also been born in and now worked as an emergency department nurse practitioner.
And the very same hospital where you and your soul mate Adrian first met.
Funny how the red string ties you together, coiled around the neck like barbed wire.
Clearly it's destiny for you to be together right? Why even try to fight it? It would be futile, useless to even consider.
'Time to patrol the streets, keep Evergreen safe.' His thoughts are yours along with the whistle of Aqua’s Barbie Girl under his breath.
Right on time Adrian strolls out of the Fennel Fields backdoor, his shift as a bus boy over. Tearing off the little hat and combing through the mess it's made of his curls. It's like clockwork the way he operates, with a preciseness you see employed by surgeons.
Except instead of saving lives, he's taking them.
There's a look hidden for only you to observe, behind the mask he wears at work and with friends. The one he doesn't want anyone else to see. In that beautiful moment before he pulls down the helmet and goes on patrol as Vigilante, a tenseness locks in his jaw, knuckles whitening as he grips the ring of keys, his right eye twitches.
He needs to kill someone.
It's written in the veins spider webbing up his well defined forearms.
Adrian needs to take the life of another criminal. Like he'd done to protect you last year. He was so beautiful that fateful night you'd met, combat suit caked in blood.
Most of it not his own.
You weren't one to judge, no matter what their pasts, your job was to help the sick and injured when they needed it most, it was life and death in the ER, no time to run a mortality test.
At first you didn't even realize he was your soulmate, there was a commotion. A group covered in blood first presented a woman, Emilia Harcourt, in their party who'd been shot multiple times.
You assisted in getting her to surgery and when back attending the waiting room, another member, John Economos admitted he'd impaled his leg on a wooden post nail.
Another nurse practitioner took him to triage while you worked through another slew of patients. After you took another call, staring at the strange group, the masked man in combat gear began to sway, you noticed his hand was gripping at the lower back of his suit.
A patch of darkening crimson pooled through the black military grade nylon.
“Sir, are you injured?” You called out from the front desk.
“No, no, I'm fine!” He insisted, waving you off, words starting to slur a little.
Another man who provided his name as Christopher Smith or Peacemaker for Emilia's contact, shook his head. “Dude you're shot. You've gotta be a little bit…” Chris was similarly waved off.
"I'm fine seriously…all I need is a good nap.” The man proceeded to crash to the ground with the grace of a sack of potatoes.
You dashed over into action, calling over two other nurses for a gurney. “All right, we've got him from here. Martinez and Dalton, help me lift. On three. One, two, three!”
While you got him onto the bed, he suddenly woke up from his fainting spell, gripped the handrails and started to panic.
“Don't let them unmask me!” He begged, turning back to his friends.
“It'll be okay Ad…Vig. They'll take good care of you! We need to go see how Em’s doing.” Adebayo tried to reassure him but that only seemed to make matters worse.
“P. Let me out of here, I can't be examined. They'll reveal my secret identity!” He tried with the other friend, but Peacemaker was preoccupied with the woman being taken to ICU.
“I get that you're just doing your job but I'm scared, nobody can find out who Vigilante is!” He was beginning to spiral into fully blown panic mode when his friends turned and walked in the opposite direction.
“This can't be happening…” Vigilante repeated, and while you couldn't see his eyes through the red visor, you knew they were likely dilated and fear stricken.
Given how he began to seize up you knew this was no act. Vigilante was having an anxiety induced panic attack, the mask inhibiting his ability to breathe but he smacked away any attempts to pull it up.
“Don't touch the mask, sir we won't remove it and will respect your wishes.” You reassured him and told your staff to back up.
"Really? You're not just saying that?” Vigilante calmed down slightly, but his heart rate was still much too high. "I can't let anyone know!"
You followed protocol for dealing with these mental health cases as per the usual. “I'd like to administer IV fluids and something to calm your nerves. This will sedate you, sorry sir but you've been shot and we need to help you. I promise nobody will unmask you while you're under.”
“O-okay.” Vigilante nodded, rolling his sleeve up, breathing out nice and slow as you administered the needle. “I don't know why but I trust you. Maybe it's because of your cool pin…”
“The capybara?” You grinned, showing him the cute pin of a capybara drinking a boba attached to your work pass.
He nodded again, laying back on the pillow. “Yeah I feel like only a good person would have that, did you know that capybaras are basically the rodent equivalent of submarines?” Vigilante asked and you hummed pleasantly at that, pushing the gurney into a spare, quieter room.
“Really, how about you tell me a little more about capybaras?” You suggested, watching him significantly calm down.
"They can hold their breath underwater for five minutes and sleep submerged with their nose at the waterline!” He continued, heartbeat going down on the monitor. “Just like rabbits their teeth never stop growing, and they practice coprophagy.”
“Why is it that all the cutest animals eat their own poop?” You chuckled and Vigilante laughed loudly along, starting to get a little groggy as the sedative did its magic.
"I know right! Funny how it's nutrient absorption from grass and beneficial bacteria. If I ate my own poop it'd mostly be chicken mcnuggets…” He yawned, head heavily tilting to the side.
“Did you know that the Pope once classified capybaras as fish and allowed the locals in South America to eat them during Lent?” That insane fact delivered him into an adorable fit of giggles, drifting him to sleep.
"Could you imagine a capybara wearing a little Pope hat? Aw nature's ottoman is so cute…” Was the last thing he murmured before going off to dreamland.
“Nighty night.” You tucked him in and after tending to the wound best you could, left the ward for the next emergency.
For a couple hours it was the basics of sprained ankles, broken femurs and household burns. Then you got another gunshot victim.
“We've got an attempted convenience store robbery gone wrong. The owner was quicker to draw. This is Oscar Lewitt.” The paramedics informed you, shoving out another gurney.
It was a Friday night, incredibly busy for your line of work. “Okay we'll take it from here.” You nodded, walking with them and noting the restraints keeping your newest patient strapped to the bed.
There weren't any other rooms available so you pushed him into the same room as the last gunshot wound patient.
"Sir, I need to hook up the IV drip to help with the blood loss.” Getting out the bag and getting closer, suddenly you were trapped.
"Just patch up the damn bullet hole, stitch it right now before the cops get here or I'll put one through your head.” Oscar had you in a headlock and worse the metallic smell of gun, barrel cold, pressed against your cheek.
Shit he'd been hiding that and the loose restrains well. Waiting until the paramedics left you two alone.
In the next bed across was another man who had to be restrained and sedated, now sitting up much earlier than you'd anticipated.
"Hello nurse lady! Did you know that capybaras are the world's largest rodent?” Vigilante continued the conversation as if he hadn't fallen unconscious.
When he assessed the situation properly, his tone severed.
“Hey you stupid fucking asshole, can't you read?” Vigilante impatiently tapped the laminated sign on the wall with a gloved hand. “At the Evergreen Emergency Department, harassment of our valued medical staff we have a ZERO TOLERANCE POLICY!”
The way he snapped at the end suggested that the suited man was more angry around the blatant rule breaking happening in front of him more than anything else.
“So the fuck what you lunatic? You think I care? This bitch is my ticket out of here.” Oscar wasn't backing down, gun still pressed at your temple.
"So fucking let go of her or I'll stick you with a few needles of my own.” He brandished a set of military grade throwing knives, sharp and deadly.
Without any further warning, Vigilante struck the gun out of his hand before aiming another square at the man's jugular and between the eyes.
It was a fluid motion, like water through a sieve. Effortless and beautiful. The gun clattered to the ground, blood cascaded down ruby red into the crisp white hospital sheets.
Oscar was dead.
Your heart pounded in that moment, more than it ever had before. A feeling you wanted to pursue, some new chemical pumping pure ecstasy into your brain. Better than any drug.
When the orderlies ran to the radio call you'd secretly given out, you told them to take the body to the coroner. His death was a terrible suicide, you'd witnessed it yourself.
“Thank you…” You whispered, unsure if the words even formed properly. “You're a hero? That's what your costume is all about right?”
Startled, Vigilante gave a rather pleased high-pitched sound, barely covered with a cough at being called a hero.
“Yes, I'm the crime fighter Vigilante! How wonderfully observant of you nurse lady.” He struck out a gallant pose, hands on his hips, best he could with an obvious gun shot wound to the rear.
“Thanks for saving me Vigilante.” You said, louder this time.
The red visor seemed trained at your curves for a moment, eyeing off the scrubs as if analyzing you head to toe. Becoming especially distracted by the capybara pin at your work pass again with a keen interest, before flickering back up.
“Ahem! D-don’t worry about it. Nurses save peoples lives everyday even though you have to put up with total dickwads like that guy.” Vigilante laughed loudly, still in high spirits despite nearly passing out from blood loss.
“I think you're the real hero here.” He announced and that made your heart melt somehow even warmer.
This was destiny, it had to be. What else could explain how you felt right now? You'd never had a deep connection with anyone, but this man was tethered to you in ways unexplainable.
“I'm sorry Vigilante, but I will have to take the mask off to check for head injuries.” You informed him gently, hands raised as if not to spook him like a wild animal.He lurched right back.
“But you promised, look I can't expose my secret identity or I'll have to kill you!” He argued. “And I'd really prefer to not.” Folding his arms you were left at an impasse.
“Have you met me before tonight?” You asked.
“No I haven't.” Vigilante said slowly, you could tell he was squinting a little under the visor by his hunched shoulders to make certain.
“Then we're perfect strangers aren't we? I can't figure out who you are, mask on or off unless you tell me your name.” You offered him a truce, holding out your pinkie. “Pinky swear?”
There was clearly a series of mental gymnastics running around in his mind before laying back down.
“That…makes sense.” He admitted eventually under mumbled breath. "But I don't want anyone else seeing me.”
“Promise!” You nodded.
Then a gloved hand took your pinky delicately and shook on it.
After a few shaky breaths, when he finally took off the mask you were left speechless.
Outside of stunningly beautiful green, his eyes were also unfocused and blurry, hand pawing at an inner breast pocket until the man found a pair of thick rimmed glasses. Silver aviator style looking fresh out of the 1970s.
He was also incredibly handsome, cheek dimples, curly brown hair and a prominent nose. “Can you please put on the hospital garb?” You somehow managed to mouth out coherently enough for him to understand.
“I'll assist you.” You quickly added when he struggled to stand and get his belt off.
“M’sorry…” Vigilante blushed beet red when you helped to pull his pants down.
It felt strangely intimate undoing his belt and the zips, kneeling down to help him shimmy out of the combat pants.
Once they were off, he could finish stripping the suit off on his own and you turned to give him some privacy.
“It's okay, lie down on your belly. Get nice and comfortable for me.” Vigilante nodded and now in the hospital dress looked somewhat meek, submissive even, entirely different from before.
The contrast was mystifying.
"How's it feel?” You asked after administrating the numbing cream.
"Numb.” He replied flatly
“That's good, now if you won't be seen by anyone else. I have to check a few things okay?” You explained, “which may change your mind to not wanting to have the doctors look at you.”
He made a huffing noise like it was a ridiculous notion and you bit back the giggle rising in your chest at how adorable he was being.
"Right so first things first, the bullet is lodged in your gluteal muscle. The mortality rate is very low, only two percent.”
"Awesome!” He pumped the air with his fists.
"Yes, but we can't allow the area to get infected. That means wound care is very important.” You told him and Vigilante shrugged.
That was the simple part.
"This is where it might get uncomfortable. Portions of the bullet's shrapnel may have gotten into other areas, namely the bladder or rectum. Usually I'd send you up to surgery to check with the machines but since that's not an option. Have you had a urinary catheter inserted before? Or had a prostate exam?”
He shook his head, eyes widening in alarm at the prospect of either.
“I'll have to perform both of those invasive procedures if you don't wish to seek treatment upstairs. To ensure there's no chance for internal abdominal or rectal damage.” There was no use in sugar coating it for him.
“Okay I understand.” He nodded sadly.This was the time you expected him to give up and accept treatment with the doctors.
Instead he asked, “Which one do we do first?”
“I uh, the rectal exam first then the catheter would be more comfortable? But it's much of a muchness really.” You supposed, bewildered that he seemed nonplussed.
"Thanks for doing this for me!” He grinned, bending over on the bed and sticking his peach ass up.
“I mean you did save my life, I'd like to return the favor and make sure you don't die from an infection.” You snapped on a glove and applied the petroleum jelly. “Okay let's do a quick trauma handshake.”
“A what?” He turned to give you a confused tilt of that gorgeous face.
"Slang for checking for a digital rectal examination.” You clarified and went about assessing him for any spinal or bowel injuries.
The lovely whimper as he bit down on the pillow for you wouldn't leave your mind for days. “Good news, no perforation.” You noted, snapping off the glove.
"T-thats good news…” He said shyly, face bright pink when you got on another pair of gloves. You couldn't help but notice a slight bulge under his hospital gown.
“Time to place a urinary catheter, turn on the side like that. We do this to see if there's any internal damage by seeing if there's any blood in the urine. Which is a major red flag that the bullet has struck the bladder or urethra.” You placed a blanket down to help him cover up and showed him where to shuffle on the bed.
“Pissing blood is a pretty big red flag, I agree.” He chuckled slightly nervously as you got the tube out. You giggled along with him at that and noticed his gaze shift uncomfortably when your hands approached closer.
“It's uh, my buddy Peacemaker calls me Thimble but it can get bigger. Just not when you're about to stick a tube in it. And I don't know why earlier it kinda..."
"Don't worry I'm not judging or thinking anything about your body outside of making sure you're going to recover okay?” You smiled down at him, inserting the tube and he nodded, tears eyelashing out.
"You don't think I'm gross for getting a little hard?" He grimaced at his body's reaction again to your hands touching his shaft.
"No it's natural, happens to a lot of guys." You reassured him.
Wow he looked so pretty like this. You couldn't help but be entranced.
However you had to keep working and after confirming he didn't have any blood in the bed pan, you had to go back to the floor.
"Try to get some rest." While he slept you helped other patients throughout the night and got caught up until a woman from earlier stopped you.
“Sorry but where is our friend Adrian’s room?” Adebayo asked.
"Who?” You couldn't recall an Adrian being admitted tonight.“Vigilante?” Adebayo tried again and your eyes widened in shock.
His name was Adrian? What a beautiful name. But why was his friend revealing it to you?
“He's resting in the room third down the hall on the right, I treated his injuries myself so nobody would reveal who Vigilante is.” You motioned towards it, currently swamped with other patients.
"Thanks, that must've been a total pain.” She replied, heading down the hall.
"Not at all.” You said brightly. It truly hadn't been.
And when you got the chance to go see him, Adrian, again you were overjoyed to see him awake.
"Can I have another pudding cup?” Adrian asked politely, scraping out the last spoonful of the current cup.
"Of course you can! Would you like another jello too?” You offered.
"Yes please!” He beamed, calling out as you dashed off to fetch them, “Can it be red please?”
“Coming right up!” You grinned.
But when you got back he was gone. The television was playing a news report exonerating Vigilante. Searching around there was no blood to be found by the open windowsill.
His wound had healed so quickly, too fast, he must be a meta-human. Just like yourself.
Truly this was fate, you two were obviously meant to be together.
Your ability was different though, you could make yourself invisible. It took a lot of concentration but a small field went translucent capturing your clothes and anything directly on your person.
For a little while you thought that you'd lost him, Adrian, the love of your life. But fate had other plans. Not many places were open at 2am to serve dinner when you finished your night shift, but Fennel Fields was an all night diner.
And there he was, Adrian, his name badge confirmed it. Following him with your powers of concealment made it quite simple. You watched on as he donned the Vigilante gear, undressing in the Sebring, before springing out raring to go.
Tonight it was a liquor store robbery, not too far, trailing behind him, camera in hand you made sure to get the perfect shot for your shrine. It was a mural dedicated to Vigilante, your love, your reason for being, your savior and so much more.
When Vigilante pulled the trigger and the robber's cranium combusted into a showering of blood across the alleyway brick less than a foot away from where you were hiding, you felt feverish, deliriously excited. It connected you with him, feeling a fraction of the release he likely did.
But tonight that was the only criminal Vigilante could find and stowing away in his back seat, his finger tapped anxiously at the steering wheel.
Signal that he didn't get enough action tonight, still taut and tense like a bow string.
Now you were back in his house again, following him silently up the stairs to his bedroom. You weren't proud of that but it'd been at least a fortnight of holding back and you were desperate to see the aftermath again.
After patrol, he got an intense adrenaline rush and had to relieve himself.
“Fuck, fuck, fucking…” Adrian grunted, he always looked so angry to be dealing with his desires as if it was a chore. At times he'd keep the suit on and hump himself against the mattress, but tonight he stripped off, a laptop out with headphones in.
“Hurry up!” He cursed at himself, pumping the bottle of lube before his shaft again. You really wished that you could reveal yourself, stroll out of the wardrobe and offer to help him.
“It's not working…it's not enough, damn it I need something else, where's that thing?” He murmured to himself and stood up, storming over to your hiding place.
Tearing open the panelled door, Adrian started rifling through the top cupboard above where you were crouched next to his sleeping bag. He was so close right now, thighs parallel with your eye line, more importantly what was between them still up at attention was so tantalizingly close. If you so much as exhaled, the air would softly blow and caress the tip.
The very thought made your mouth water. Taking down a shoe box, he sadly turned and shut the door back on you. But then he opened it and got out a toy, one of those pocket pussy things.
"So glad P told me about these, feels way better than my hand!” He sighed, starting to mount the silicone toy into the mattress, both hands wrapped around it.
It tore you apart inside how much you wanted to replace that stupid piece of plastic. Every snapping thrust, guttural moan torn away that should've been yours. If only he knew that the love of his life was right here!
Adrian grunted, getting more impatient and you were also, waiting on the final thing that got him there, which made him release without fail.
Opening his bedside table there was a small tub of petroleum jelly and a box of surgical gloves. After performing the procedure you gave him, a little trauma handshake that was enough to have his thighs quivering, bucking over into a loud, hot and heavy climax.
You were the same way, hardly even needing to touch yourself to finish alongside him. How much you wanted to exit and tell him just how much of a good boy he was, how beautiful he looked right now spent laying flat on his back.
But it was too soon for him to fully understand. So instead after he went to sleep you took another small token for yourself.
A devotion to the shrine, this time a little silver paint brush he used for painting Warhammer miniatures. Silently stepping up to him, you watched Adrian sleep for a moment. He looked so angelic.
The impulse to kiss his forehead was difficult to fight but you barely managed it. Instead you silently snapped a photo of him to add to the others.
Getting home you were filled with regret and a disgusting shame flooded you, despite promising yourself you'd stop stalking him, you'd done it all over again.
But was making sure your beloved was safe, was that really so terrible?
Unable to sleep, you were sick of your job at the hospital, getting abused every shift.Spat on, hit, shoved around, verbally abused, sexually harassed.
Every time it happened you prayed that your protector, Vigilante would appear again and take care of them for you.
The cycle was a dangerous one, that you continued for a couple months until suddenly one night at 11:59 pm Adrian didn't show up on time in the alleyway.
Something was wrong, you went to scope out Fennel Fields, but it seems like he quit.
Later you spotted his mother's house had a moving truck out the front.At a loss for what to do, your routine was ruined and it felt like your entire life was in disarray.
Adrian was gone, vanished until you saw one late night eating a depressing Fennel Fields special, a local promotional ad for Checkmate with him in the background.
Checkmate, making the world a better place. You went to see if you could watch him from there but it was an impressive office building with heightened security.
Definitely run by ex government covert agents. So for a while you were left without him, your love, unsure where he'd moved to or what he was doing at work.
His routine had completely changed and never aligned with yours, at times you found Vigilante on patrol but kept your distance.
Sitting up late on the computer again you were scrolling for jobs, not that you ever applied, it was just a force of habit now after a lousy shift.
Then an job ad caught your eye and you stopped scrolling.
Trained medic wanted- looking for an individual who works well under pressure, organized and discreet. - advertised by Leota Adebayo for Checkmate Ltd. Applications from emergency department workers are advantageous.
That settled it, destiny and the power of true love was obviously on your side.
You had a big surprise for Adrian coming up and couldn't wait to tell him about it. Your Paws a Moment work trip was to the Evergreen zoo and aquarium for an exclusive tour and you were allowed to invite partners along. There was all kinds of cool activities and you'd even booked for Adrian to get to feed the manta rays.
Your colleagues were awesome and you'd made a lot of friends including a new starter Garth Curry who was the same age as you and Adrian. He was into D&D and a lot of the same hobbies as Adrian was so you couldn't wait for them to meet and hopefully become fast friends too.
Garth was roughly around Adrian's height with pitch black hair that was usually towel dry wet from a swim and rested shoulder length. His eyes were an almost hypnotising lavender and he had an easy smile. He also certainly kept himself in great shape with a broad muscular frame that showed through his work scrubs.
So it wasn't really surprising that many of your coworkers were interested in him but apparently Garth spurned all of their advances and said he was interested in someone else but wouldn't say who that somebody was.
"So I'll get to meet that infamous boyfriend of yours Adrian huh?" Garth said with a lopsided grin, handing you a feed bag for the rabbits.
"Yep that's right! He's going to be so excited to see the manta rays I can't wait." You beamed back.
"Your boyfriend doesn't really come around here much does he?" Garth said a little pointedly.
"Oh well no he doesn't but Adrian works late nights at that restaurant Fennel Fields as a bus boy so he's usually sleeping during the day." You explained, tossing some feed out for the bunnies.
"We catch up when I go to his place or he goes to mine though!"
"You guys still don't live together?" Garth asked looking shocked.
"Not yet no. I'm still at the Overton Loft Suites with my roommate Ads." You replied cheerfully.
"Doesn't seem like that serious of a relationship then." Garth suddenly said and that made you stop in your tracks.
"Uh what?" You felt dumbfounded by that statement.
"I mean if I was seeing anyone for as long as you've been going out I'd have moved in with them already is all." Garth responded with a playful shrug.
"Adrian hasn't lived on his out of home before, he's with his mom and I don't want to push him. We'll be ready when we're ready." You replied firmly to get him to drop the subject.
"Wait wait...he still lives with his mother? Yikes red flag much?" Garth laughed and then stopped when he saw you frown.
"Sorry I'm only messing around don't get mad." He said quickly looking anxious.
"That's all right, sorry I'm a bit touchy it's just been a rough time at the moment." You admitted, rubbing the back of your neck.
"Damn anything I can do to help?" Garth asked. "Maybe I could give you a neck and shoulder massage to help ease some tension?" He offered.
"Oh, that's very kind of you but that's not necessary." You replied, going back to checking on the other cages for animals staying the night.
"Are you sure? I'm great with my hands, I've been told I've got the magic touch..." Garth tried again, putting on his best princely smoulder for you.
"No thanks I'm okay." You said, continuing to put sheets up over the cages.
Garth pouted at that but got back to work helping close up.
One of your biggest flaws was noticing when someone was actively flirting with you or trying to hint that they were interested in that way. You had after all somehow missed or actively hid away from the obvious neon sign flashing in your face everyday for years that Adrian was in love with you.
And at the moment that particular personality trait of yours was driving Garth Curry, or the Tempest wild. Usually the Atlantean heartthrob had women and men falling to his feet madly in love from the first sentence out of his mouth but you were different.
"How's your marine biology thesis going by the way?" You asked him with that adorable smile.
You actually cared about the words uttered from his devastatingly handsome lips. You listened.
"It's going well thanks! I've been looking into deep sea sharks and porcelain crabs as my next research topic so I might have to go to Western Australia pretty soon..." Garth said with a sigh.
"Wow that sounds amazing! Why do you seem a little bummed out?" You asked.
"Well it means that I'll have to leave here and won't get to see you anymore." Garth explained with a longing look but to you it just seemed like awkwardly intense eye contact.
Something you were completely immune to feeling the effects of knowing the true world staring champion your boyfriend Adrian.
"That'll be a shame I enjoy working with you too but what a cool opportunity!" You replied with a sweet grin.
"Yeah, you're right I guess." Garth said with a slight frown as you finished up the night shift.
"It would be way more of a fun adventure with someone by my side though." He suggested suavely leaning up against the lockers as you got your bag.
"Yeah having a partner is nice." You nodded cheerfully slinging your satchel on your back. "Do you have anyone you're interested in?" You asked.
"Well there is this someone I know who is really smart and knowledgeable about animals and marine life but that's also funny, cheerful, brightens up every room..." Garth waited for the gears to turn in your mind. But you didn't get that he was describing you.
"Did you want me to set you up with someone? I know a lot of the nurses would love to go on a date with you. Marco is really sweet I think you'd hit it off!" You offered excited to play matchmaker.
"No thanks..." Garth said sounding disappointed.
"Do you not want to date a coworker? I get that it doesn't always work out well. But there's some great people at Adrian's and my old work I could ask! Taylor or Taylor's cousin Maria are both single and really hot!" You tried again.
"No I don't mind dating a coworker! It just has to be the right one..." Garth qualified it desperately hoping you'd get what he meant but instead you gave a shrug and swung your locker closed.
"Fair enough." You said cheerfully swinging your car keys around. Garth walked you to your car which was very kind of him.
"Goodnight Garth!" You waved him goodbye.
"Goodnight. See you at the field trip tomorrow." Garth waved back.
"Yes, I can't wait for you to meet Adrian!" You said brightly getting into your car.
"Yeah...I can't wait either." Garth replied under his breath with a scowl.
He knew that Adrian was Vigilante, most of the Paws a Moment crew did because he once took some of the staff hostage but no one said anything to you about that because it was awkward.
You had no problem being with a superhero, not that Garth considered Vigilante to be a hero or super of any kind from what he had learned through observing him he was more of a masked lunatic...still the lifestyle was similar and you weren't phased.
Garth could keep being the Tempest and you could be his Ariel. He was sure that his adoptive father Arthur Curry, Aquaman would leap at the chance to agree for you to become his bride back in Atlantis.
"I'll make you see your true potential my precious pearl and then we can return to Atlantis to be properly joined." Garth promised watching your car leave.
With a sigh, he was determined to prove his worth to you getting onto his motorcycle. Garth would show you how much better suited he was for you than your pathetic boyfriend Adrian Allen Chase by comparison tomorrow.
Parking his lame motorcycle, Garth took off his stupid non combat helmet that didn't even have a sick prescription visor off and sighed.
"Man I really wish I could steal Vigilante's smoking hot babe of a girlfriend. But I'm too much of a snivelling pussy to even try and make an actual move..." Garth lamented when he got home to his apartment a couple blocks away.
"Guess I'll have to jack off to weird octopus hentai again..." He sighed pathetically.
Getting out his house keys, Garth was about to insert them into the lock but a well-sharpened honshu blade shone right at neck height stopped him in his tracks.
"So you like flirting with death's lady in the pale moonlight?" Vigilante asked him. Crimson beads of blood dripped onto the blade and ran down its length to patter on the concrete.
"Hey! You can't do this, I'm Tempura or Tempest or whatever the fuck and I'm the rightful heir to the Atlantic Ocean or was it Atlanta? Anyway! Just wait until my fishfucker daddy Aquaman finds out and he'll-" Garth began and Vigilante pressed the blade wringing some more blood from him.
"Oh please Vigilante don't kill me! I'll never go near your sexy as fuck girlfriend again! Just let me live please!" Garth begged for his life on his knees like a little sad loser. He also pissed his pants and it was super gross and hilarious.
"I'll give you whatever you want! You want underwater riches? Pirate treasure? I'll give you anything-" Garth tried to bargain.
But Vigilante didn't let him finish his sentence and beheaded the fucker. Garth's perfect princely head rolled across the pavement and into incoming traffic ran over by a freight truck shipment of fish sticks that made Vigilante cackle in laughter at the awesome irony as it exploded.
Then he hacked apart the body with his bone saw and rightfully dumped it piece by piece into the ocean to be devoured by sharks.
Sadly after that the murder day dream was over and Vigilante sprang out from his hiding spot.
As Garth rode off on his motorcycle, Vigilante walked out from behind the dumpster and mused to himself at his new love rival and your new infatuated deepsea stalker.
This so called 'Garth' wasn't good at following people, Adrian was immediately tipped off by the obvious disguise in Fennel Fields with the garish over sized shades and trucker hat on indoors. Plus who peeks over a menu to stare at the bus boy?
After confirming by asking Taylor's expert opinion that he probably didn't want to sleep with Adrian he knew that it was related to you somehow.
Besides Adrian had an extensive file on everyone at Paws a Moment to make sure nobody weird entered your inner circle. And this new guy was weird. Garth Curry, originally a lame sidekick nepo baby teen titan Aqua Lad and now the bozo went around calling himself Tempest.
"Pfft Tempest! What a fucking lame stupid superhero name." Adrian laughed to himself. "Oh no a thunder storm I'm so scared! And he can talk to fish? So what? This dude probably gets super freaky with them just like Aquaman..."
"Don't worry my honeybun, I'm not going to let some weird fish fucker steal you away all to Stargate Atlantis! Or the distant lands of Western Australia!" Adrian promised you, heading across the street to where he'd parked the Vigilante Mobile.
He had no doubt that you would ever cheat on him or pick anyone else but the pang of jealousy still plucked at his heart strings.
The insinuations that Garth had made about him not being a good boyfriend seeded a doubt inside himself and now Adrian was crippled with insecurity.
He wasn't able to take the next steps with you like moving out until Chris was back, he needed his best friends advice and support on this kind of thing. You said that you understood but he saw the frustration on your face earlier. What if you were getting tired of him?
No that couldn't be possible, your sex life was amazing and you'd said yourself that you wanted to move out with Adrian when he was ready.
Still when Adrian drove over to your place he was determined to give you that massage and make you only think of him tonight. He was completely and utterly green with jealousy.
When you got home you were affronted by a trail of rose petals that led from the front door all the way down the hallway towards your bedroom.
"Oh hey Ads, how's it going?" You asked Adebayo who was sitting on the couch watching family feud.
"I'm doing good, uh Adrian is in your room. Sorry I didn't realize it was date night." Adebayo replied.
"It's not...I'll go talk to him." You said sheepishly.
When you opened your bedroom door the opening sexy saxophone riff of George Michael's Careless Whisper immediately greeted you.
Oh, whoa, whoa, oh..
Along with Adrian who was completely naked posed languidly on your bed, the Vigilante helmet still on.
I feel so unsure...
As I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor...
He was holding a single red rose and plucked a petal letting it fall gracefully onto his strong thighs.
"Adrian?" You asked eyes widening and jaw dropped.
As the music dies, something in your eyes...
Calls to mind a silver screen and all its sad goodbyes..
"How was your day at work my foxy lady?" Adrian asked, finger suggestively circling the duvet.
"Need me to help...relieve any tension?" He was putting on a deeper voice for some reason.
"Vigilante or Adrian can do that for you tonight, ladies choice." Adrian popped off the helmet keeping it at the nightstand and put his glasses on.
I'm never gonna dance again...
Guilty feet have got no rhythm...
"Or we could do a bit of both..." He put the rose in between his teeth. "However you want me baby..." His green eyes watched yours intensely.
Though it's easy to pretend...
I know you're not a fool...
"Wow Adrian what's the special occasion?" You asked looking at all of the candles and rose petals.
"No occasion, just wanted to show my appreciation for my precious rose." Adrian grinned, taking the rose out of his teeth he handed it to you.
I should have known better than to cheat a friend...
And waste the chance that I'd been given...
"Well I really appreciate that Adrian but Ads is home tonight and out in the living room watching TV. I don't want to disturb her." You said taking the rose and smelling it.
So I'm never gonna dance again...
The way I danced with you, oh...
"Well okay no sex then, no problem-o mama cita! But let me draw you a bath so you can have a good soak and I can give you a massage after." Adrian said quickly sitting up on the bed he went to shut off the music as the next sexy saxophone solo fired up.
"That does sound nice!" You agreed cheerfully.
Then your phone buzzed. So did Adrian's.
[Ads] : I'm going to get takeout what do we think about Thai food? 🔥
"Ooh yum!" Adrian agreed.
[You] : Yes please! Thanks Ads 💫
[Ads] : I'll get it from that place on the other side of town. It'll take exactly 1 hour 5 minutes. 😈
[Adrian] : Why not the Thai place near here? You could get it in 15 mins easy! 🤔
[Ads] : Sure if that's only how long you two would need... 😂
[You] : I prefer the other place. Thanks Ads! 🙏
[Ads] : No worries 👍
[Adrian] : But it's literally the same chain of Thai restaurants??? 🧜♂️
You heard the front door close shut and grinned.
"What but why not..." Adrian began to argue but stopped when you stripped off your top and pressed play on the stereo.
Tonight, the music seems so loud...
I wish that we could lose this crowd!
"Come on, we've got an hour to make sweet sweet love!" You giggled and Adrian nodded eagerly helping you out of your scrubs.
"God that uniform is so hot..." He murmured kissing your neck. "How was work?"
"It was great! Night shift went by smoothly and we didn't have any emergencies tonight so it was just me and Garth locking up..." You started but paused when Adrian gripped you tightly.
At the mention of that name Adrian sucked a rough hickey into crook of your neck making you groan. When you looked down at him his expression was innocent but his green eyes held something serious and intense within them.
"Adrian?" You asked. Was he mad about something?
"Sorry keep going." Adrian said gently kissing your neck again.
"Well anyway tomorrow is going to be super exciting because you know how I told you to keep your calendar free? That's because it's field trip day to the Evergreen Zoo and we can bring partners!" You announced excitedly.
While Adrian had listened in on the conversation you and that asshole Garth had, as soon as you mentioned a surprise for him he'd jammed his fingers into his ears so he wouldn't ruin it.
"Woah that's awesome my sugar plum! Who are you taking along?" Adrian asked, he wanted you to say it.
"You of course silly!" You giggled, swatting him on the shoulder.
"And who am I?" Adrian needed you to say it.
"You're my boyfriend of course!" You said a bit confused at his attitude tonight. "Honey bear what's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just needed to hear you say that." Adrian admitted with a slight whimper.
"Oh my hunky dreamboat!" You said soothingly, running your hands through his curly hair. "Of course I'm your girlfriend, I'm your love and your ride or die!"
"Yeah...you're my girlfriend." Adrian firmly whispered into your ear.
You nodded, kissing him on the forehead.
"You're mine." Adrian said, shifting himself lower and gripped your thighs.
"Nobody elses." He parted them and sucked another hickey into your inner thigh making you gasp with a pleasured moan.
"Mine..." Adrian repeated, giving your other thigh the same treatment.
"A-Adrian..." You said breathlessly, what had gotten into him tonight?
"Say it. Say you're mine." Adrian plunged his fingers inside your core, his thumb caressing your clit, his other hand firmly grasping your hair so you were looking directly into his eyes.
"I-I'm yours Adrian." You told him shakily.
"Yeah baby...you're mine. All mine." Adrian nodded with a satisfied grunt.
"This sweet pussy is all mine too isn't it?" He added another digit inside and began a punishing pace fucking you with them.
"Y-yes it is Adrian...oh god..." You cried out.
"I'm the only one that gets you off like this!" Adrian snapped. "Nobody else knows how you fucking like it...they could never give it to you this good." He told you in a harsh whisper, moving down to suck on your nipples.
"D-did something happen on patrol tonight?" You asked him in-between breathy moans.
His possessiveness was off the charts tonight.
"Guess you could say that." Adrian replied with a shrug and went back to swirling his tongue against your hardened pebbles kneading the other with his free hand.
"It's no big deal though, just some stupid guy that thinks he can take something that isn't his." Adrian curled his knuckles just right how he knew you liked it and shuddered when you cried out for him.
"L-like a robbery?" You asked, gripping his curly hair tightly as he was making you become completely undone.
"Did you stop him?" Your panting voice told Adrian that you were close.
Adrian knew you loved hearing about his Vigilante heroics, you tightened around him so sweetly.
"Yeah...he ended up running away scared not trying anything in the end like a little scared bitch." Adrian said and enjoyed how you moaned at that trembling beneath him.
"But if I ever see that fucker again though I'll make sure that he knows he can't go around taking..." Adrian thrusted his fingers nice and deep coating them with your slickness.
"What's not his..." He grunted into your ear as he felt your incredible orgasm ripple through your core against his fingers and his name on your lips.
It was a sensation Adrian could never get enough of, he was addicted to how you looked underneath him like this.
Taking his fingers out of you he sucked them clean with a sweet moan.
"Fuck you taste so good..." Adrian panted. "And only I get to taste you I'm the luckiest guy in the whole damn world."
"Now how does my girl want me? I'll give it to you anyway you want." He asked leaning over you.
"Adrian I want you inside me." You groaned tilting your head back.
"Yeah...fuck yes you do. Because this cock is all yours baby!" Adrian grinned then his green eyes sparkled like they always did when he had an idea.
"I said I'd give you a massage so why don't you turn around for me?" He suggested, getting the massage oil he'd bought out.
"Okay..." You agreed, excited at where this was going. Adrian put a pillow under your stomach and pressed you into the mattress.
"I'm going to pour it onto your back now my beautiful starshine." Adrian cooed, tipping the bottle down your shoulders and back.
You braced yourself for a cold liquid but it surprisingly felt warm and you sighed at how nice it was. The aroma was lovely too a heavenly lavender.
"You like that? I got this one that produces gentle heat to the skin, fascia, muscles and other soft tissue structures..." Adrian said soothingly, his large hands going to your shoulders rubbing it in deeply.
"Oh Adrian, I love it...and the lavender is so wonderful." You sighed dreamily at how good his hands felt.
"Yeah I selected lavender because it's super soothing and used for stress relief, sleep support and helps boost stamina and energy." Adrian kept listing off his facts while digging the flat of his palms into the small of your back. It felt amazing.
"Hmm it's so nice..." You hummed.
"Lavender is also considered to be soothing and balancing which means it helps the body adapt to what it needs..." Adrian finished his sentence by resting his erection flush against your back.
"Oh really does it now?" You asked teasingly.
"Yeah it helps stretch the muscles and releases tension, and the systematic muscle massage I'm giving you will help loosen up all of your joints and ligaments." Adrian went a bit too scientific again excited to share his facts with you.
But the point definitely still came across loud and clear with how the tip of his cock rubbed against the small of your back.
"I also got the self warming oil for it's penetrative qualities..." Adrian informed you, and you heard the unwrapping of a condom wrapper.
"Sounds like just what I need..." You said, turning back to give Adrian a wolfish grin which he returned with one of this own.
"Yeah you need it baby..." Adrian agreed and without any further teasing used a hand to guide himself inside you.
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard...
Your phone suddenly buzzed with a phonecall.
"Oh shit is that Ads?" You asked him. "Maybe she's back early..."
"Hold on I'll check." Adrian picked it up off the bedside table and saw that it was Garth calling. What the fuck did this asshole want?
"Yeah hello?" Adrian answered your phone, still inside you. Your eyes went wide but Adrian smiled down at you the lust filled expression on his face melting away any real protests.
"Oh sorry who is this? I was trying to reach my colleague do I have the right number..." Garth replied politely.
"No who is this? You're speaking with Adrian, her boyfriend." Adrian replied, starting to thrust inside you as he spoke.
"Adrian!" You gasped at that and clamped your hands over your mouth to try and keep quiet.
"Ah, right. It's Garth Curry, I work at Paws a Moment. She left something of hers at work in the parking lot and I was hoping to drop it off at her place. I'm waiting outside the front door." Garth explained, holding a scarf that he'd actually noticed before you left for the night.
But this was the perfect excuse to come see you.
Adrian saw red. This fucker knew where you lived?!
"How the hell do you know her address?" Adrian demanded and you stared up confused at first but then he began to move again harder this time and you concentrated on trying to be silent.
"Well I looked it up on the company computer. We have emergency contact info and it's meant to be cold tomorrow so I didn't want her to not have a scarf." Garth doubled down.
"Sure that's not creepy at all. Well she's not available at the moment so how about you walk around to the side entrance? There's a balcony you can leave it on." Adrian told him still slowly rutting away, you had to bite down on the pillow to be quiet.
"Great, I'll go do that then." Garth said, a little bit disappointed you weren't home but at least he could leave a little note with it.
"Killer. Bye bye now!" Adrian hung up on him, putting your phone back.
"What was that all about?" You asked with a huff, you supposed it was only fair given what you'd done to him with John that one time.
"Just some delivery or telemarketer bullshit, now where were we?" Adrian replied, gripping your hips he started to thrust an unforgiving pace and ensured the angle meant he was as deep inside you as possible.
Adrian knew his trigonometry and felt the efforts of his calculations when you moaned in utter untethered pleasure at the curve of him inside you.
"Scream my name out, I want to hear you say it." Adrian ordered you, rolling his hips with such vigor that you couldn't think straight.
"Adrian!" You called out, your face leant up against the headboard as Adrian fucked you doggy style into the mattress.
"That's it!" Adrian praised you. "Let everyone know it's me doing this to you!" Drilling deep inside you from behind Adrian leant back to get a nice vantage point of the glass balcony door.
Looking back with a big shit eating grin he saw Garth approaching the side entrance and cross over to the balcony with a small jump.
"Adrian...oh fuck Adrian!" You screamed for him.
Adrian enthusiastically waved hello to Garth as he dropped the scarf in horror at the insanely pornographic scene in front of him.
"Yeah baby, that's a good girl! You're so tight for me..." Adrian spanked your ass and you groaned at how nice and rough he was being tonight.
"Who fucks you right?" He asked you fingers digging into your hips.
"Y-you do Adrian!" You relied needily in a loud moan that echoed off the walls.
"Yeah I do baby! And who am I?" Adrian asked you with another loud slap, green eyes locked with Garth's purple.
"Y-you're my b-boyfriend!" You cried out for him.
"Fuck yes I am..." Adrian agreed, grinning back at his pathetic rival as he pumped away.
"And I'm your g-girlfriend..." You added, shaking your hips back making Adrian nearly blow his load right then and there.
"That's right baby...you're all mine." Adrian gave your back a loving kiss, smirking when he saw Garth turn tail and run.
Once he was gone, Adrian turned shuddering against you as he picked up the pace.
He'd shown that fucker who your man was.
Literally.
"Fuck...I'm your man!" Adrian shouted, slamming his hips into you. "I-I'm the one who gives it to you so good!" His forehead pressed up against your neck drenched in sweat.
"I'd fucking kill any other guy that tried it..." He whispered into your ear, making you moan clamping down tight around him.
It was so animalistic but fucking you in front of his so called 'rival' flipped a great big switch in his brain. Tomorrow at the zoo he'd show that asshole again if he needed the reminder.
"I'm yours baby! Are you mine?" Adrian cried out in a desperate pant. "Please say you're mine...please please please!" He begged with you to keep saying it for him. Waves of jealousy were ridden out of him with every jolt of his hips.
Adrian felt so god damn close.
"I'm yours Adrian!" You cried back.
And so were you.
Both of you finished together in a flurry of a loud chanting of eachothers names.
"Wow honey bear what's gotten into you tonight?" You asked him, turning to give him a loving kiss on the jaw.
"Just felt like claiming you a little. Hope that was okay and not objectifying..." Adrian said anxiously.
"Last night you were unhinged. You were like some desperate, howling demon. You frightened me. Do it again." You quoted Morticia Addams with a laugh.
"I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss..." Adrian replied with a grin smooching you on the lips. He'd be your Gomez anytime.
A little while later you had a bath together and got changed for some Thai food when Adebayo returned. Watching Jeopardy you and Adebayo giggled at Adrian trying to guess every answer and getting it wrong each time with a cute 'darn it!' then it was time to go to bed, Adrian sleeping over so you could get to the zoo early tomorrow.
"Huh that's weird..." You said the next morning over your coffee.
"What is my sugar bear?" Adrian asked drinking his hot chocolate with six mini marshmallows. Three pink and three white. No other amount would do.
"I found my scarf that I wore last night on the balcony..." You picked it up and a slip of paper fell out. Adrian picked it up and unfolded it.
You may have won this round Vigilante. But the wars not over yet. -Tempest.
"What's it say?" You asked.
"Just some incel garbage." Adrian crumpled it up.
You were a bit confused at that but shrugged and went back inside to finish getting ready.
"I can't wait to go to the zoo together!" Adrian said brightly when you both got into the Sebring.
The Spice Girls Who Do You Think Are played on the CD player as Adrian started up the car.
The race is on to get out of the bottom...
The top is high so your roots are forgotten...
"Same here, it's been a while." You agreed. "Remember when we went back in middle school?"
"Of course I do my honeybun! I'll impress you with my amazing animal facts all over again." Adrian proclaimed.
"Guess what else? We also get to go to the aquarium." You told him and watched his expression light up.
"That's amazing!" He was so pumped.
"That's not even the best part, I arranged for you to get to feed the manta rays!" You saw his expression completely light up into a brilliant smile.
"Holy shit! No way, that's so fucking awesome!" He fist pumped the air in pure joy. "Thank you my precious sunset I cannot fucking wait! I love manta rays!" The rest of the car trip Adrian told you some questionable manta ray facts.
Giving is good as long as you're getting...
What's driving you is ambition I'm betting..
While he was keeping up a goofy exterior Adrian was internally preparing for war today. Pulling up to the parking lot he could see that idiot Garth was arriving at the same time.
I said who do you think you are?
I said who...
Some kind of superstar?
Garth Curry swung off his motorcycle and cast aside his helmet, perfect raven black hair bouncing against the sun as it rested by his broad shoulders.
You have got to...
Swing it shake it move it make it
Who do you think you are?
Dressed in a midnight blue leather jacket that he shrugged off to reveal his toned arms and amazing physique in a purposefully tight Evergreen surfers club T-shirt, black jeans and polished royal blue doc martens Garth knew he looked irresistible.
Trust it use it prove it groove it...
Show me how good you are!
Swing it shake it move it make it...
His enchanting purple eyes scanned through the employees, most of whom were swooning over him or admiring how cool he was.
Then he found the one person he really wanted to see that entrance who wasn't even paying attention, you.
You're swelling out in the wrong direction...
You've got the bug superstar you've been bitten...
Meanwhile Adrian was in his standard green and white striped collared jumper with high waisted faded belted mom jeans with bright white dad new balances. His unruly curly hair and wire framed glasses magnified his green eyes wider giving him a ridiculous expression.
Your trumpet's blowing for far too long
Climbing the snake up the ladder but you're wrong...
Yet for whatever reason you were staring at him like he was the prince and not even glancing in Garth's direction. It was infuriating, yet in all of his research Vigilante didn't appear to have any sort of mind control ability.
Chatting away with your lackluster peasant boyfriend whose green eyes stared a hole into Garth's head before Adrian dropped them to kiss you on the lips, hands wrapping around your waist and one cupped your backside which you gave him a playful shove for.
Garth blushed furiously getting reminded of the debaucherous sight he'd witnessed last night and covered it up with a polite cough. He didn't hold it against you of course, you didn't know any better than this brute.
But Garth would show you how a true gentleman courted a lady. There would be no sex before marriage of course but Garth would bestow that honor onto you as soon as you agreed to be his underwater bride.
He began to get lost envisioning your life together and him in the place of Adrian making love to you but on a royal bed fit for a queen and was suddenly interrupted by a shout of his name.
"Garth! Hello, over here!" You called him over with a cute wave and he quickly accepted walking past the others trying to get his attention.
"Hi Andy right?" Garth said with an annoyingly dashing grin, putting his hand out.
"No, it's Adrian." Adrian corrected him politely taking his hand to shake it. "If you need to hear it again I'm sure she'll say my name plenty of times today for you to remember it." He added with an impish smirk.
"Garth Curry, I'm a veterinarian surgeon and I specialize in marine animals. I'm also currently completing my doctorate in marine biology." Garth introduced himself with such a princely aura that a few passerbys swooned.
"Cool. I work as a busboy at Fennel Fields. I'm also currently completing the high score on Ms. Pac-Man at the Evergreen arcade." Adrian said his credentials with the same gravitas.
"Garth likes D&D too!" You said excited to see the two bond.
Garth blushed at that looking embarrassed that you announced it so loudly.
"Oh yeah what's your favourite campaign source book?" Adrian scoffed. There was no one on the planet more versed than him in D&D.
"Well I've been playing Ghosts of the Salt marshes with some buddies of mine." Garth replied.
"5th edition?" Adrian rolled his eyes.
"Adrian!" You elbowed him to play nice.
"What? The best campaign setting sourcebook is obviously the AD&D 2nd edition genre-defying masterpiece Dark Sun. I can't help it if he just gave a stupid answer." Adrian replied haughty folding his arms.
"Sorry about him." You said and Garth shone a dazzling set of pearly white teeth in your direction.
Adrian wanted to pull every single one of them out of his stupid handsome face and use them to decorate the tree at Christmas.
"No need, I'm more of a casual player. I like to focus on more active things such as surfing, swimming, water polo, scuba diving...that kind of thing." Garth made sure to flex his impressive arms as he held open the gate to the zoo for you both to enter.
"I can actually hold my breath underwater for a really really really long time..." He said suggestively at you with a waggle of his eyebrows.
"Wow impressive!" You said walking past and not getting the double meaning.
"More like lame...I can be choked for a really really really long time." Adrian muttered under his breath following you in.
"I'll get us some drinks!" You said cheerfully heading to the concession stand, hoping to give them some time to get to know each other.
"What's your damage?" Adrian asked Garth when you were out of earshot. "You into watching me fucking my girlfriend? First times free but I'll have to start charging."
"No need to worry, there won't be a next time. I'm sure she'll see to reason soon enough that I'm the superior choice. I'm the Prince of Atlantis and can offer her the life she deserves, while you're just some bus boy wannabe Batman holding her back. Nothing more than a pathetic childhood friend who latched onto her like a barnacle when her life was going down like the Titanic with her terrible husband. But I'll make her see her true worth which is at my side." Garth replied, his voice like ice.
Adrian looked back at him shocked.
"That's right, she told me all about it. I'm a fantastic listener. Another great quality I have that you don't." Garth grinned at how stunned Adrian was.
"She's not only a beauty but a genius, I've been helping her go for her proper medical license and write a paper for the upcoming conference in Blüdhaven." Garth enjoyed seeing Adrian's frown at that.
"Aww she didn't tell you? We find out if our papers got accepted this week. Then work will set us up in a hotel room together." Garth continued.
Adrian's heart sank. You had never kept this kind of stuff from him before.
"I knew all about that! Shut up you fish fucker..." Adrian snapped as he saw you returning, drinks in hand.
"Hey here you go! What did you guys talk about while I was away?" You asked.
"Just work stuff." Adrian said bitterly.
"We were talking about you and your incredible achievements!" Garth said brightly.
"What do you mean?" You were confused.
"Studying for your license and the paper you've written silly!" Garth replied and you glared at him.
"Hey! I thought I told you I was going to let Adrian know about the paper on this trip today. Besides it hasn't even been accepted yet." You said annoyed the news had been spoiled like that.
Garth found your pouty face absolutely adorable.
"Well I read your paper and it's brilliant!" He exclaimed clapping his hands together.
"He read it?" Adrian looked devastated. "Why didn't you get me to read it my gorgeous sunflower?"
"I never gave you my paper to read." You said pointedly feeling frustrated.
"Sorry, it was up on the screen at work and I couldn't help myself...don't be mad!" Garth explained quickly. "We'll still be study buddies together for your license right? I can be your personal tutor..." He asked hopefully.
"Thanks for the offer but I study better on my own, I was just asking the other day about what textbooks you used." You explained politely and saw Garth's face fall.
Meanwhile Adrian's face had lit right back up again victoriously.
"What's your paper on my sweet pumpkin?" Adrian asked, linking your arm in his to start going around the zoo together.
"Oh it's about the saw-whet owl Duo that I helped nurse back to health and my theory that keeping the window open and letting its mate Lingo come in to see him helped the healing process..." You explained excited to share.
The day went by looking at the exhibits and Adrian telling you a mixture of some legitimate and questionable facts on the animals like any other trip to the zoo.
Except this time he had an annoying fact checker third wheeling their zoo date. At the moment you were gushing over how cute the meerkats were.
"Meerkats have those little dark rings around their eyes because they don't sleep enough and keep watch all the time." Adrian told you, his arm around your waist.
"That's interesting!" He said it so confidently that you nodded along. Then a loud clearing of a throat made you both look behind you.
"I think you'll find those patches are actually there to help protect their eyes from the sun." Garth informed you both.
"Huh, that's interesting too!" You said cheerfully. Adrian's grip tightened around your waist when you complimented Garth's fact.
"You're thinking of sunglasses. And yeah I'd love to see a meerkat in a pair who the fuck wouldn't but I don't see them wearing any do you?" Adrian challenged him.
"Adrian, I think he's actually right about that one." You replied softly unsure why Adrian was so riled up today.
Adrian looked at you like you'd just slapped him, removing his arm from your waist.
"Well if prince Eric is so right why don't you go around the zoo with him instead then?" Adrian snapped.
"Adrian, what's wrong?" You asked him.
"Maybe afterwards you guys can go fuck in your fancy conference hotel room!" Adrian continued tearing up his face flashed bright red before he stormed off.
"I'm just dragging you down..." You heard him mutter and despite your efforts to flag him down he was lost in the crowd.
"Well that's settled then." Garth smiled down at you. "Let's head to the aquarium?"
"What the hell did you say to Adrian?!" You roared at Garth who cringed back from your wrath.
"I uh..." Garth gulped heavily under the ire of your angry gaze.
Meanwhile Adrian had fled to the aquarium and was hiding out next to the seahorse exhibit. He sadly watched a couple of seahorses in love drifting along, the male one pregnant being supported by it's lover.
"I'll never experience love again or discover what motherhood feels like..." Adrian sobbed into his palms. "What's even the fucking point?"
"Well I can probably only help you out with that first thing sorry." You called out to him and Adrian turned away arms folded, bottom lip stuck out.
"Come on don't be like that Adrian. As if I'd leave you for anyone else!" You took his hands into yours and they were trembling. His knees were shaking up and down.
"Why not? He's way cooler than me...plus he's a prince from Atlantis." Adrian said hiccuping with a sob he couldn't contain any longer.
"Uh no he's not cooler than you and I don't care about that kind of thing at all." You reassured him with a hug.
"You know already that he's a prince and stuff?" Adrian asked wiping his eyes.
"Yeah Garth told me he's like Aquaman's adopted son or something?" You said with a shrug. "He goes around calling himself Tempest but I mean whens the last time you saw him saving the world from the butterfly invasion?"
"But what about the hotel room?" Adrian gave you a big sad puppy dog stare.
"The conference is offered online. I wasn't going to attend in person and I certainly wouldn't share a hotel room with a random guy." You said, standing up you offered a hand to Adrian.
"Now come on my pretty prince, the manta rays are hungry it's their lunch time!" You told him.
"Okay my precious princess, don't want to keep them waiting!" Adrian gladly took it and felt silly for getting upset. Of course you wouldn't leave him like that.
When you both got to the manta rays you saw that they were all sitting around the edge of the tank.
"Sorry we can't seem to get them to come over here, they're all huddled around that man over there..." One of the zoo keepers explained, pointing to Garth who was sitting beside the tank crying.
"Oh geez..." You grimaced.
"What's his problem?" Adrian pointed right at him.
"I kinda...yelled at him earlier for saying those things and making you upset." You admitted feeling guilty
"Haha yes my foxy lady that's fucking awesome!" Adrian scoffed. "Wish I had seen that! Can you do it again? I'll record it on my phone."
"Adrian! That's not nice. Garth means well he's just a bit awkward and doesn't really get societal cues because he's from Atlantis and they do things differently there. Also he grew up as a prince so he's very sheltered and spoiled, used to getting what he wants." You explained and when Adrian looked at how sad Garth was his own face fell.
"Wow poor guy. That sounds really tough to deal with actually. I wonder what that'd be like to be the odd one out, awkward, sheltered and not even get obvious social cues..." Adrian mused, then he wandered over to him.
"Yeah that's something you don't really have any experience in huh?" You said following Adrian along with a chuckle.
"Hey, did you want to feed the manta rays with us?" Adrian asked Garth who tried to hide away.
"Leave me alone! I know you both hate me now..." He sniffled. "The manta rays are my friends and we're chatting so go away."
"Woah sick what are you guys talking about? Can I join?" Adrian sat down cross legged next to him and you also approached them.
"Sorry I yelled at you earlier Garth. But I don't hate you and I would really like to be friends still." You said earnestly and Garth mulled that over.
"Same here!" Adrian nodded.
"Well...okay I forgive you. Guess I won't actually order to execute either of these two when I return to Atlantis manta rays please rescind the message." Garth informed the manta rays who circled around in understanding.
"Uh...what?" You and Adrian said dumbfounded.
"I'm joking! We've been discussing Star Trek." Garth admitted sheepishly.
"Killer! Which series?" Adrian asked, green eyes lighting up at the mention of one of his big hyperfixations.
"Well duh, Voyager. The best series obviously." Garth replied with a grin.
"Ugh yes. Captain Janeway...a man of culture I see!" Adrian nodded in complete understanding.
"Don't forget Seven of Nine!" Garth said.
"Nobody could ever forget Seven of Nine, Jeri Ryan is like every nerds sexual awakening." You agreed nodding along.
"So true..." Adrian and Garth said at the same time and then laughed.
"Hey these fellas are hungry shall we feed them?" Garth stood up with a big dopey grin on his face.
"Heck yes! Can you ask them if their favorite color is teal?" Adrian leapt up and got the bag of fish meal ready.
"You're right teal is actually all of their favorite color because it reminds them of the pelagic zone that they live in!" Garth replied excitedly.
"Woah that's my favorite color too! That's so fucking cool..." Adrian grinned ear to ear.
Tossing the food into the tank the three of you watched on in awe as the manta rays majestically drifted near the surface to feed.
The afternoon was then unfortunately over and the zoo was set to close. Standing by the gates in the parking lot the three of you chatted about the X-Files until it got dark and it was time to go home.
Doctor Jones, Jones! Calling Doctor Jones, Doctor
Jones, Doctor Jones, get up now...
Garth's phone buzzed with the ring tone Doctor Jones by Aqua.
"Baller ringtone!" Adrian approved with a thumbs up.
"Hello who is this?" Garth asked. "Oh fantastic, yes I accept and see you then." He hung up and smiled back at you two.
"I got my trip to Western Australia all approved! Oh and I'm betrothed to get married to Dolphin so I don't need to worry about finding a partner anymore. What a relief!" He laughed loudly and Adrian joined in the two of them sounding equally unhinged.
"Congrats!" Adrian gave him a high five.
"Wow that's awesome, congratulations Garth!" You have him a friendly hug.
"Thanks so much for today the both of you! I learned a lot about what a relationship should be like from watching you two." Garth told you both with an endearing grin.
"Aww that's so sweet of you to say!" You smiled back and Adrian put his arm around your shoulder.
"Also I finally got to see what sex actually looks like last night so now I know how to perform it when the time is right!" Garth shouted as he rode off into the sunset, waving you both a fond goodbye.
"What?!" You exclaimed turning to Adrian.
"I don't know what the fuck he is even talking about..."Adrian lied, suddenly unable to make eye contact with you.
"Probably just a weird traditional Atlantean goodbye you know? I finally got to see what sex looks like bye bye my land dwelling friends back off to the ocean I go! Aquaman probably says the same thing to the Justice League after every mission..." He drifted off still staring in the opposite direction.
Adrian kept trying to convince you on the drive home it was nothing. But you kept your glare, arms rigidly folded until he relented and finally told you the truth.
I do think about Wallers and Adebayo's relationship a lot. Its obvious in the beginning they have a good relationship, or at least nice? Adebayo knows what her mother does somewhat. Also the call they had seemed sweet.
I kinda wish s2 went into how their relationship faired after s1. Probably not good lol but still.
ALSO, I feel like that wouldve been a good way to flesh out Adebayo's character too? At most she seemed focused on caring for the rest of the 11th street crew while also starting up her buisness. But as s2 goes on her problems in her marriage gets brushed to the side until the last few epsiodes where its put in. (Could be wrong as I haven't watched it in a bit)
Waller loves Adebayo, I wonder know if there could have been a scene where Adebayo is leaving her mother voicemails that never get picked up. Suddenly not talking to your mom would be a bit jarring on top of everything. Unless Adebayo cut waller off, which would be understandable 100 percent. I dont think its mentioed either?
Of course I guess not everything could be fit in with the time they had, but on the other hand it was something id like to see.
100% this, Adebayo got sidelined along with Adrian for a good portion of s2 imo because they aren't previous argus agents who'd work for Dick Bag Sr.
but it's crazy that there's no proper Waller follow up? Adebayo is the one who announced it all on national television but the aftermath isn't dealt with???
Would've loved to see some scenes of her being cut off by Waller or perhaps the other way around of Adebayo going no contact.
Now that she knows the kind of work her mother really does, like ordering Ads friend Chris to kill Rick Flag Jr?? Definitely needed a solid mention and scene dealing with this.
AN: Y'all can FIGHT me on Spice World. It's a cinematic masterpiece!
So, I kind of forgot that Robby's chief of medicine, sooo that's why I haven't mentioned it until now 😇
Tag List: @chase-me-round @femkillz @sossinee @call-me-doll8811
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"Okay," you laugh, "but that's why it's so good - because it's a parody."
"Really?" Robby sounds sceptical, glancing at the tv where Spice World's end credits are currently playing.
You nudge him with your foot, and he grabs your foot, pressing a kiss to your ankle.
"You know, I can see right up your shorts," he grins.
"Oh, sorry," you blush, closing your legs.
"I missed the part where that's a bad thing," he mutters, sitting up so he can settle on top of you - for a man near sixty, he was insatiable not that you were complaining.
"Mhm," you pant against his mouth as he slips his hands into your shorts - you're still sensitive from how he bent you over the counter, and he's careful not to brush your clit as he can carefully strokes you - and before tonight you had no idea that you could actually come like this but you're halfway there when your phone buzzes to life in the bedroom.
I'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top
She's got a body like an hourglass, it's ticking like a clock
"Ignore it," Robby grunts as your pussy clenches
"I - ah- can't," you whine, "it's the - oh fuck - the hospital -"
"They can wait -
You huff a laugh as Robby's phone starts ringing, but he doesn't stop until your writhing underneath him, and you grab his hand, guiding his fingers to your entrance.
"P-please -" you beg, crying out as he eases his middle finger inside of you and you come hard, bucking against his hand and his laugh is warm against your neck.
"Good girl," he mumbles against your hair, before carefully pulling his hand from between your legs, and you don't miss the tent in his flannel pyjama pants as he gets up to answer his phone.
"Hey," he answers, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah," he laughs, and you can hear Lena on the line. "Gimme a minute."
You sit up, adjusting your shorts as Robby hands you his phone.
"Hi, Lena."
"Hey, kid, I know your mom and sister are in town, and I wouldn't be calling if this wasn't an emergency, but Olive's got strep, and Vivi's not going to be able to get here for an hour or so -" You sigh, "it'll be two hours tops."
"Okay," you nod, "it's a good thing I like you," you tease.
"Don't I know it."
"I just need to grab my bag, I should be there in twenty."
"You're an angel!"
You give him a look, "so ... Everyone knows."
"Oh yeah," Robby nods, grabbing his keys, and you push yourself to your feet, wandering over to the bathroom - quickly getting undressed to have a shower, as if using Robby's body wash would make you smell less like him, but smelling like bergamot and vanilla was better than sex.
Robby hands you your to go back and you get dressed quickly.
"Will you call your sister?" He wonders from the other side of the door, and you reach out to grab your phone.
It rings twice before Kara pics up.
"Hey," she's sitting with Winston, and your mom ducks behind her.
"Hi, honey. We met Millie -"
You laugh, "did she ask you over for tea?"
"She did, she also said you've had a number of 'gentleman callers' -"
Robby laughs out loud.
"Two mom, I've had two -"
"That's more than me!" Kara laughs, giving Winston a kiss, "he's the only man I need."
You quickly braid your hair, "you're over Dr. Abbot already?"
"Okay, well, and him."
Your mom heads into the kitchen, and you sigh, "look -"
"I'm sorry," Kara interrupts, "I shouldn't have dumped all of that shit on you."
"No, I want you to tell me about your life, it's important, and if you want, I'll give Dr. Abbot your number -"
Your mom's laughter is delighted, and Kara flushes.
"Don't you dare -"
"I can put in a good word!" Robby quips, and Kara drops her face into her hands.
"Oh my god -"
Your mom drops onto your couch, "I thought you had the next two days off."
"I'm supposed to, but I just need to cover for a few hours -"
"Are we still going for breakfast tomorrow?"
"Yes, I'll call you when I get up."
"Okay, love you!"
You glance at Robby, "are you still coming to Phipps tomorrow?"
Sometimes She Cries - Chapter 27 (Adrian x Fem! Reader)
Chapter 27 Passenger Princess
Adrian brings you along on a Vigilante mission to cross some items of his list...
Chapter 1 - Chapter 28 | all chapters | playlist
Multi-chapter fic reposted from my AO3 (completed at 40/40 chapters) word count: 273k
a/n: how to tag this one...you have sex with Vigilante while on a mission killing criminals.
tags: smut, mission sex (not missionary tho) violence, references to drugs, Adrian being Adrian, you're both freaky af.
Adrian got his Vigilante gear out of the trunk and a duffel bag tossing it onto the back seat, he began to get changed into his suit behind a dumpster of the Evergreen bowling alley.
"Ready to be my passenger princess tonight?" He asked cheerfully, tossing you his bowling shirt which you caught and folded up for him.
"More than ready!" You grinned, catching his pants.
"Excellent, let's do this my radiant babydoll!" Adrian was kitted out, but he hadn't put his helmet on yet. "I'll explain our mission on the way in the Vigilante Mobile." He said, opening the door for you.
Getting into the Vigilante Mobile you felt an air of anticipation wash over the two of you as well as the strong fragrance of bubble gum air freshener.
"I've been following this new crime cartel that has tried to move into Evergreen from the last one I busted up. Their warehouse is an obvious plant right by the docks pretending to some company that makes those funny fake dancing cactuses or some shit. But really they are shipping cocaine inside them. So I've got enough C-4 in that bag on the back seat to replace it that white powder for their next score and blow them the fuck up!" Adrian went through his plan with you giddily, driving towards the docks.
"Great! How will I help?" You asked.
"Hm well let's do some stuff off the list first, these guys are pretty unprepared because they are expanding from Gotham and sending their D-squad to test the waters here, they really underestimate Evergreen so I think we can cross off a lot. But then I do have a surprise for you to join in on the mission properly." Adrian explained and you blushed remembering the Vigilante list in his diary.
"O-okay sounds good." You replied a bit anxiously, the list sounded great in theory but some of it was quite dangerous. "I'm excited Adrian but..."
"I'll keep you safe, just make sure to listen to what Vigilante says all right my delightful dewdrop?" Adrian reassure you with a gentle squeeze of your thigh. "Don't worry, I'm in control." The confident inflection he spoke with made you shiver.
"Hey can you grab me the binoculars from the glove box my foxy lady?" Adrian asked you sweetly.
Rummaging around past the mixtape CD wallet of kickass tunez, yo-yos and crossword puzzle books, you found the binoculars at the very back.
"Every stakeout needs music!" He pressed play and Ke$ha's JOYRIDE began to blast from the stereo and started dancing to it.
I'm just looking for a joyride, joyride
I'm just looking for a good time tonight
Baby, I want you to rev my engine 'til you make it purr
Your brows raised at his choice of music, the first item on Vigilante's list was for you to ride him cowgirl style while he did reconnaissance.
But this was also Adrian and he seemed to be genuinely rocking out to Ke$ha right now oblivious to the actual lyrics and their meaning.
Keep it kinky, but I come first
Beep-beep, bitch, I'm outside
Get in, loser, for the joyride
"Here you go Vigilante." You handed him the binoculars and purposely swung your legs onto his lap when you turned.
"Thanks!" Adrian grabbed the binoculars, his vigilante helmet still sitting on the dashboard. You frowned but got your own pair out to take a look at the warehouse.
"Does this count as reconnaissance?" You asked him pointedly.
Making every motherfucker turn
Fell from Heaven, no, it didn't hurt...
Joyride! Get in, loser, for the joyride...
"Huh? Yeah it does why...oh." Adrian realised with a gulp, dropping the binoculars to face you. "Only if you wanted to uh do that first thing on the list." He said sheepishly.
"Oh I want to." You replied with a sultry wink.
Suddenly you grabbed the handle of Adrian's chair moving it right back making him exhale sharply when you straddled him. His glasses were askew and before he could, you readjusted them back up his nose.
Keep your eyes on the road!
A label whore, but I'm bored of wearing clothes...
"What do you see baby?" You asked him, unbuckling his seatbelt and deftly unclipping the utility belt of the Vigilante suit to unzip his fly.
You want kids? Well, I am Mother!
"I um...they are doing a deal..." Adrian began his voice hitched a couple octaves tighter as you began to stroke his shaft with a hand.
"O-of the...uh drug...variety..." His voice cracked like popcorn as you increased the tempo, flicking your wrist up and down. The sound of him getting slicker echoed obscenely in the car as Adrian bucked his hips into your fist.
Don't, don't, don't, don't even try to gi-give me shit!
I've earned the right to b-be like this...
"W-which is ahh illegal!" He added sweetly moaning when you pumped nice and slowly, swiping he tip coated in precum with your thumb.
"You going to punish them for that baby?" You asked Adrian with a sultry whisper against his ear. His cock twitched in your palm.
Fishing around in the utility belt you knew exactly where the hidden condom compartment was and got one out.
"Y-yeah baby...I'm going to punish them." Adrian nodded, intense green eyes locked with yours as you tore open the wrapper with your teeth.
"Gonna punish them so hard..." Adrian watched down at how your fingers couldn't quite wrap all the way around his thick cock with a hooded desire spread across his face.
Don't even, don't give me shit...
I'm a bi-, I'm a bitch!
Don't even, don't give me shit..
He hissed in frustration with a frown when your hand suddenly left his dick.
"You'll need your helmet then." You winked and got his Vigilante mask off the dashboard and handed it to him.
"Thanks my sugar plum." Adrian kissed you passionately before putting the helmet on and you could tell the flip was switched as the visor went down. It was an overall change in his posture, becoming more confident, alert and direct.
"You've got to remember to wear protection Vigilante!" You added with a grin, helping put the condom on rolling it down his girth. Then you circled a finger teasingly at his chest.
Joy-joy-joy..Joy-joy-joy...
Get in, loser, for the joyride!
"Well I'm all geared up aren't you going to ride me?" Vigilante said, gloved hands settling in a tight grip at your waist and motioning down to his throbbing erection.
"Isn't having car sex illegal Vigilante?" You teased him further, rolling your hips against his shaft.
"Only if you leave witnesses behind, then it becomes indecent exposure. But all those Soprano wannabe drug dealer fuckers out on the dock are going to be dead soon." Vigilante informed you, lifting you up slightly by the waist making you gasp.
"Come on, you're my ride or die and I'm yours..." He practically purred against your chest, pawing at your thighs to pull down your stockings and panties in one swooping motion.
"Now, ride me." Vigilante ordered, drawing your hips back down, hovering just above the tip.
"Or I die?" You asked cocking a brow.
"Or I'll fucking die from blue balls." Vigilante said dramatically leaning back with a huff and you chuckled.
You happily complied sinking yourself down onto his cock with a moan, Vigilante's grip at your hips tightened and he shuddered when you took all of him inside. "Good girl..." He cooed, threading a gloved hand through your hair pulling it so you leant back.
"Oh fuck yes, that's it...you're so damn tight for me baby." Vigilante sat back to watch you work for a minute before turning his attention elsewhere.
Picking up his binoculars he kept making notes of the action outside despite the action he was getting from you in the Vigilante Mobile.
That made you pout at him but it also just spurred you on to make Vigilante have to pay attention.
"Ahh oh my god...you're so fucking big Vigilante!" You cried out nice and loud for him as you found the right rhythm and took your pleasure on top thrusting your hips.
The windows of the Sebring fogged up from your exertions along with Vigilantes visor that he wiped the condensation off with the back of his glove.
"God you fill me up so good Vig..." You moaned for him, raking your hands up and down his chest.
Vigilante grunted at that in pleasure, hands wavering around the binoculars. His hips twitched and he held firm, but one finger was tapping away on your thigh.
"I love your cock Vigilante!" You kept grinding up and down on him, moaning as his cock filled you each time. "I love it so much!"
"Ahh you take down all the bad guys! It makes me so fucking wet when you punish them!" You chorused out, sitting back with your hands planted against his chest to keep your balance.
Following his eye line through the visor, he was no longer running surveillance but instead was locked onto the rhythm you were putting him through. Green eyes watching how he slipped in and out of you and the sweet slick hot mess you were both making.
"Y-you're my hero Vigilante!" You used the line that you knew drove him absolutely wild.
"Damn it." Vigilante was struggling to keep it together and when you bounced on top of him moaning that you were his hero, he dropped the binoculars with a thud.
Victory was yours.
"Yeah you love it, I know you can't get enough of this cock babygirl." Vigilante agreed with a throaty groan, wrapping his hands around your hips he held you tightly in place.
"Don't worry, I'll fucking give to you. Every inch." He took over control, beginning to fuck up into you completely bottoming out. The slapping thud of him balls deep inside you echoed out in Sebring.
"Your one and only hero Vigilante is going to absolutely rail that amazing tight pussy of yours baby!" Vigilante panted, his visor fogging right back up again as he furiously snapped his hips with a punishing pace that drove you crazy.
"Vig! Oh fuck Vigilante!" Wrapping your arms around his neck to try and hold on as you were brought up and down mercilessly onto his cock.
The car seat was hot and sticky now leather squelching against his suit, your hand wiped the dew away from your lovers visor and then sprung out to grip the fogged up window as he rammed into you desperately.
"Your pussy should be illegal for being that tight...I'm gonna fucking punish it with my cock!" Vigilante rasped into your ear speeding up.
"Punish me baby!" You cried out, holding the Sebrings grab handle to keep yourself upright you began to give back as good as you were getting, making Vigilante moan.
"You fucking take it so good my cowgirl, you ride my cock like a damn rodeo!" Vigilante panted with a wild laugh, spanking your ass.
"Giddy up cowboy!" You giggled shakily dipping your head back and playfully slapping his chest.
Vigilante leant forward and folded you right up against the steering wheel and it let out a long droning beep when your back pressed into it and you froze.
"Shit!" You said clapping your hands over your mouth, quickly recoiling from the wheel.
"They definitely heard that..." Turning around you saw three thugs in the distance pointing right at the Vigilante Mobile and spotting you two inside.
"You're the Bonnie to my Clyde only we're the good guys and way hotter..." Vigilante said, still thrusting and not giving a single fuck about the mobsters closing in on the Sebring.
Instead he only pulled his dick out to swivel you around so you were a reverse cowgirl for him now.
Then Vigilante got out a pair of earplugs from his utility belt and put them delicately into your ears.
"You're my Calamity Jane." Not worrying even when the thugs raised their guns he whipped out his Glock 17 and put it into your hands, closing his own over the top.
Vigilante rolled down the window, dragging your hands outside of it to aim and shoot at the targets.
"Squeeze the fucking trigger baby just like you're squeezing down on me right now with that tight pussy of yours...fuck." Vigilante ordered you with a sharp grunt, stilling his hips for a moment.
You pulled the trigger, the kickback of the gun a sweet addition to the relentless pace Vigilante thrusted inside of you as reward, he moaned when the bullet found purchase right between the gangsters eyes, collapsing into a pool of crimson.
"Good job baby!" Vigilante cooed. "Annie get your gun!" He laughed manically as the body hit the ground and you clamped down around him.
"Y-you like killing criminals baby? Feels good doesn't it?" Vigilante whispered. "I felt you tighten when you saw that fucker die..." His fingers found your clit and you nodded with with a shaky groan.
"F-feels good baby..." You admitted.
Moving your aim slightly to the left you timed it and pulled the trigger again this time on your own, striking another thug in the jugular.
"Holy fuck! You're such a good shot baby!" Vigilante groaned loudly. "So fucking god damn hot my sexy black widow!" He punctuated every world with a frantic pump of his hips.
To the right you took out the last offender smoking him in the chest just before he got the chance to try and shoot up the Vigilante Mobile.
"Ahh fuck you're my Cat Ballou dream girl! Ahh shit you're so tight!" Vigilante cried out sounding very close, his hands reaching for his helmet.
He threw it off and you saw Adrian's handsome face contoured in pure ecstasy. His red sweaty brow was furrowed in total concentration, lust ridden green eyes finding yours.
"Fuck! I'm going to cum..." Adrian admitted, biting down hard on his bottom lip.
"You're so damn fucking sexy killing all those drug cartel motherfuckers like that baby!" His gloved hand went down to your clit desperately but you gripped his wrist.
"Yeah I fucking killed those two-bit thugs while Vigilante was inside me..." You felt so powerful.
Bringing his hands up to your tits instead you had him clinging on for dear life as you rocked his entire world. The leather seats of the Sebring squeaked underneath the sweat dripping off both of you.
"I'm going to cum too, all over your dick." You told him, taking back control you rode him out like a damn mechanical bull.
"Ahh fuck yes cum on my dick!" Adrian practically sobbed into your back with pleasure. "Please cum all over it!" He begged.
"I-I'm..." He whimpered shooting his load as you saw stars still holding the gun in your hands while you railed him.
"M-me too..." You sighed dreamily, stopping your hips and steadying yourself against him.
"Damn..." You both said and laughed into a passionate kiss that only broke when you needed to come up for air again.
"Well that's the first item off the list!" Adrian said happily, cleaning himself up with a Fennel Fields wet wipe from the centre console. Handing you one to freshen up, you also fixed up your hair and checked yourself over in your compact.
"That was fucking awesome my gorgeous sunflower!" Adrian exclaimed, he was so exited that he hadn't even bothered to get out his glasses.
"Let's fuck up these drug dealers!" Instead he just popped the Vigilante helmet back on ready to rock and roll.
The Evergreen docks were creepy at night, the rickety wooden floorboards of the pier holding shadows of crates and shipping containers looming overhead. But you didn't feel fear walking through them with Vigilante by your side, who had both guns drawn.
"There's the warehouse." Vigilante nodded to one of the undisclosed buildings that had a cute cactus mascot on it.
"Let's fuck shit up!" He exclaimed with a fist pump, he had the duffle bag filled with C-4 at the ready slung over his back.
You were armed with a pistol just in case but for the second item on the list you followed behind Vigilante a few paces. Entering the warehouse it was a large processing centre of cardboard boxes and conveyor belts. Those little dancing cactus things were everywhere.
"Hey you nose candy huffing fuckwits quit snake dusting eachother and get out here to face your new worst nightmare, Vigilante!" Vigilante announced himself with a loud battle cry.
"What's snake dusting?" You asked quizzically.
"It's when someone snorts cocaine off a penis my innocent sweetie pie." Vigilante informed you.
"What are all of you stupid motherfuckers deaf from bell-ringing that crack rock?!" Vigilante demanded waving his gun around, he started kicking boxes across the room and smashed the conveyor belt with a nearby tire iron.
Wow Adrian sure did know a lot of drug slang, you realised somewhat impressed.
Shooting a welcome bullet into one of the dancing cactuses, sure enough a bust of cocaine spouted out and you watched on as it sadly contort around with half it's plushie plant brains before it's wiring died.
"You're a dead man!" You both heard a gruff voice shout as the door was busted open.
"Huh? What's that?" Vigilante cupped a hand condescendingly to his ear.
"You should really read palms, cause you're totally right I see a dead man in my future right now!" He blasted the mobster away with two well aimed shots to the chest and forehead.
"Oh yeah? How's this for reading your fortune? I'll kill the girl if you don't drop the gun right fucking now you clown!" Another thug roared, gun pointed at the back of your head.
"Don't move or I'll blast her brains all over the walls!" He ordered Vigilante who turned to face you and your new captor.
"Hey let go of me!" You were wrestled by the forearm and dragged against the armed man's chest.
"I said don't fucking move!" The mobster warned him when Vigilante kept walking forward.
"I'll fucking do it!" The one restraining you raised his gun right against your temple.
"Oh fuck yeah that's it...put a gun up against my girlfriend's head!" Vigilante groaned, beginning to palm himself through his combat pants as he raised his own gun.
This worked perfectly into list item number 2: hostage situation roleplay.
"Oh no! Please save me Vigilante!" You cried out over dramatically, leaning your head back.
"What in the actual fuck?" One of the thugs said.
"Is he jerking himself off right now?" The other one who was holding you turned with a bewildered expression.
"Yeah I'll save you baby...I'll save you so fucking good!" Vigilante promised you, pulling the trigger while his other hand undid his fly to properly jerk off.
The thug next to the one holding you dropped dead and you moaned out loudly as you saw the life drain from his eyes.
"Take them down for me baby!" You ordered him, as your own hand went to your core, biting your lip.
"What in the fuck lady?!" The thug restraining you shouted in alarm at your freak on full display.
"You both need Jesus!" Another mobster shouted.
"Put in a good word for us with him won't you?" Vigilante asked, firing his gun and taking down the gangster who just spoke.
"Oh wait guess you can't because you're going to hell." Vigilante realised and then shrugged.
"Fucking dome this idiot already honey bear!" You snapped at Vigilante, motioning to the thug keeping you hostage.
"Wow my darling honeybun you're so beautiful when you tell me to kill for you!" Vigilante said through gritted teeth as he stroked his cock, watching you struggle in the arms of your captive.
"These two are fucking nuts! I need some back up here ASAP!" The remaining thug requested frantically over the radio.
Begrudgingly zipping back up his fly with a disappointed sigh, Vigilante addressed you.
"Okay my sugar plum he sent for backup like a little bitch so now I have to shoot him. God but you look so fucking hot like that..." Vigilante whined, blasting his Glock 17 with a bullet that tore through the thug taking you hostage right between the eyes.
"Thank you for saving me Vigilante!" You said brightly, walking over to him.
"Anytime my sexy citizen..." Vigilante replied then raised his gun again. "Get down!" He told you, pointing to the ground as a group of mobsters flooded into the warehouse office.
"But Vigilante, I must repay you somehow for rescuing me!" You said demurely. Then you kneeled down, unzipped his fly again and got to work taking Vigilante into your mouth.
"Oh fuck yeah baby that's one way to pay me back for sure!" Vigilante said with a pleased grunt, raising both guns he unloaded the clips into the thugs like shooting fish into a barrel. The kickback was a nice bonus thrust against your throat.
The incoming thugs had no idea what to do with the scene unfolding in front of them.
His pants were around his ankles, the cool night air breeze tickling his balls along with your hand. While you were on your knees bobbing your head with a series of muffled moans.
"Is she blowing him right now?" One thug asked before being blown away into a puddle of crimson.
"Yeah she is, you jealous? Bet you are, my girlfriend is ahh the fucking coolest..." Vigilante groaned as you sucked the life out of him like a vampire.
"Sucking my dick while I smoke these stupid criminals, gosh I love you so fucking much my sugar plum!" Vigilante moaned in pure appreciation of your languid efforts.
"What the fuck? I thought we were leaving the freaky stuff behind back in Gotham! This is so much worse..." Another thug complained before his brain cavity became swiss cheese.
You and Vigilante moaned at the sound of the bodies hitting the floor.
"Don't underestimate Evergreen motherfuckers, we're freaky AF on these streets!" Vigilante laughed manically, tearing through the remaining squad with ease all the while bucking his hips into your mouth.
When they were all taken care of, Vigilante holstered both guns at his hips and steadied his hands at your shoulders to properly thrust inside your mouth.
"You look so fucking perfect like this, I can't get enough of watching you suck me off..." Vigilante tilted his head back gritting his teeth as he twisted your hair in his gloves.
"Your lips wrapped around my cock is the absolute best thing on this fucking earth!" His gloved thumb lovingly glided along you lips and rested on your flushed cheeks.
"I'm going to cum my sweet sunshine. I'm gonna really...ah! C-can I...?" Adrian snapped his visor up to check in with you and when you nodded with a sloppy moan he shut it again with a sharp hiss of pleasure.
"Fuck yeah baby...swallow for your hero Vigilante!" Vigilante was back and his hands roughly gripped the back of your head as he fucked your face. "Good girl, don't waste any of it...fuck you're incredible..." He groaned loudly when he shot his load down your throat.
With a few shaky thrusts he was done slipping out of your lips and you both took a moment to catch your collective breaths.
"Wow holy shit my foxy lady that wasn't even on the list but it sure as fuck is now!" Vigilante said still slightly dazed post orgasm.
"I'm nothing if not innovative!" You said with a grin.
"You're so good to me..." He cooed, getting out some wet wipes and tissues from his utility belt.
Then he whipped out a packet of mints from another pocket and you took a couple with a wild grin.
Taking off his Vigilante mask, Adrian whipped his glasses on and dug through the duffle bag with a cheerful hum.
"Time for the second phase of the plan." He announced, getting out a bundle of bright red leather combat gear.
"And here's your surprise ta-da!" Rolling it out and picking up a helmet that mirrored his own he handed them to you.
"You made me a suit?" You asked flabbergasted.
"Yeah, I took down notes on the one other you was wearing when we went through that inter dimensional portal door thingy and replicated it to wear so if you're ever in danger again like when we were killing those Nazi cops you can wear it to help protect you..." Adrian explained simply with a shrug like it was no big deal.
"I had a lot of time on my hands now that my best friend doesn't want to see me..." He added dejectedly and your heart sank.
"And I guess when I wasn't seeing you either sorry." Adrian admitted with a guilty hang dog expression.
"No need to be sorry, I'm so excited for the suit!" You quickly reassured him with a firm hug and he perked right back up.
"You're so good to me..." Adrian sighed and brought you in for a tight hug. "Okay get your suit on before the next wave of goons arrive, it's made to your exact measurements."
When you zipped it up he wasn't lying, the Vengeance suit fit like a glove. While Adrian's animal facts were a mixed bag of true and false when it came to you he was always right.
Putting your helmet on and flipping down the visor you could see so clearly through it in fact your vision felt somewhat heightened and focused. There was also hearing protection installed which you realized was why Adrian usually yelled so much as Vigilante outside of being really excited.
The utility belt wasn't as heavy as it looked and the holsters had two Glock 17s with red accents. Adrian crouched down to help you zip up your boots and he rested his head on your calf, running a hand up your leg lovingly.
"You're so hot..." Adrian told you a completely entranced look captivating his face when he took you all in.
There was a shout in the distance and you got out your pistol holding it up in anticipation but you saw that Adrian hadn't moved.
"Do you want your helmet?" You asked Adrian and he shook his head with a whimper against your thighs. Clearly the switch had flipped back and Vigilante wanted a break with you in action as Vengeance.
The door busted open and you shrugged, blasting the thugs one by one all of your sessions at the gun range with Adrian shining through as bright bursts of crimson through their heads. You always were if nothing else an A+ grade student.
"Ooooh that girl is murder...everybody get down!" He hummed along to Justin Timberlake's Murder, kissing your boots and you giggled, threading a hair through his curly hair with one hand as the other squeezed the trigger of your pistol.
"You know that she's a killer...watch it get down...watch it get down..." Adrian continued to sing to himself sweetly, knelt down and pressing his head against your waist longingly.
Looking up at your with his big imploring green eyes, Adrian used his teeth to unzip your fly and awaited your nod of confirmation.
"Murder..." He whispered in a shudder when you nodded, trailing his tongue along your slit.
"I'm going to hollow out all of your skulls rip out the stapes bone in your ears until I have enough to make a necklace!" You shouted at the next wave of thugs who looked at one another confused.
"Go back to school motherfuckers! It's the smallest fucking bone in your body! Well outside of your dicks of course." You snapped when they still didn't get your onliner and shot them in frustration.
"You tell them baby...staple their bones together!" Adrian encouraged you before going back to eating your pussy fervently with a deep groan.
You could see the prominent tent formed in his crotch padding that he was absolutely loving this role reversal.
And so were you.
Using a boot to press down on Adrian's shoulder, you used him to leverage yourself up to shoot a taller thug in the kill zone and Adrian groaned loudly at being stepped on.
"You're like a goddess of death! My Vengeance vixen..." Adrian cried out, a couple tears of pleasure forming in the corner of his green eyes.
He was doing such a good job servicing you. So you decided to reward his efforts and keep a boot pressed firmly at his crotch as he devoted himself between your thighs like an altar.
"And you're my good boy aren't you Adrian! Who's a good boy?" You asked him, lightly kicking his erection with the heel of his boot making him arch his back and buck his hips forward.
"Ohh ahh... it's me, I'm your good boy mommy!" Adrian moaned and quickly stopped, eyeing you nervously a bead of sweat dripping down his nose.
"I uh..." He began and but stopped when you ran your heel nice and slow up his crotch.
Huh, that wasn't written down in the diary your thought to yourself and from the bewildered look on his face, he hadn't realised it until then either unlocked on the spot.
"S-sorry..." Adrian tried to apologize and you raised a finger to his lips to shush him.
"Shhh, mommy Vengeance is here." You said with a playful laugh. "And she's going to bathe the warehouse floors in the blood of these cocaine peddling scum!" You called out in a roar to the next oncoming wave.
Tossing the emptied clips of your pistols you grabbed out the sub machine gun slung over your shoulder and fired away in a rain of bullets and that vibrated your entire body, Adrian anchoring you in place as he desperately sucked your clit and began to finger you. The kickback was something else...
"Oh fuck...Adrian I don't think I can stand baby!" Your legs were becoming jelly underneath him and Adrian gave a muffled acknowledgement still kissing every inch of you.
When a lone surviving gangster tried to get the drop on you in this vulnerable state, Adrian swiftly planted a throwing knife into their neck blood spurting from their aorta without even once glancing in that direction or leaving you unattended still eating you out. Now that was multitasking, you thought to yourself.
Hiking your legs over his shoulders and your thighs around his neck, pinning you in place with a satisfied grunt. His glasses were coated in you and bullet residue was in his curly hair from being underneath the submachine gun.
When the air cleared and so did the wave of destruction you left in your midst, not a single survivor stirred and you had never felt so fucking god damn powerful in your entire life. You tore off your helmet and let it fall to your side, face patched in sweat.
"A-Adrian! I'm close, I'm so close! Fuck...!" You cried out to him, dropping the gun on the ground you wrapped your arms and legs around his neck in a crushing pretzel and Adrian stood up, lifting you alongside him until you made contact with the wall.
Pinning you there he pumped his tongue into your pussy like there was no tomorrow. You looked down and saw Adrian was jerking himself off as he ate you out wheezing and you gently smacked his shoulder to get his attention.
"Fuck me Adrian." You ordered him but Adrian shook his head defiantly, his hand leaving his cock entirely.
"Later, first I'm going to get you there my gorgeous murderess." Adrian promised, kissing your forehead before sinking back into your folds.
"Cum for me baby!" He urged you, scissoring you desperately with his gloved fingers while lovingly sucking your clit.
"I've been so good for you baby please oh please cum all over my face!" Adrian whimpered.
"A-Adrian!" Your entire being ached so fucking good as you rode out one of the greatest orgasms of your entire life. Whole galaxies opened up behind your eyes that you squeezed shut.
It was amazing, you'd taken everything just then.
Shuddering against Adrian who lapped everything up desperately like he was drying from dehydration in the Savannah when you were finished he brought you in for a cuddle. Looking down you saw there was a damp patch at his crotch padding.
Your eyes misted over with tears and he gently threaded a hand through your hair as you cried from the amazing rush of it all.
"You're so good, you're a good girl, you're my good girl come here..." Adrian whispered to you.
"I killed all of those fuckers..." You said feebly nodding back at Adrian with a sob.
"Yeah baby you did so good, you fucked up all those criminals you're amazing." Adrian kissed your forehead and made his way down to your cheeks and then your lips.
When you were ready Adrian helped you up onto your feet and he put on his helmet and then did yours.
"Let's go kill the crime boss now, he's holed up in the inventory room. I heard him pissing himself over the radio." Adrian told you giddily, clapping his hands together like it was time to sing happy birthday around the cake.
"Let's do this!" You grinned, slapping down your visor.
When you got to the inventory room Vigilante motioned for you to stand at the side and stay while he got the door with his lockpicks. You heard a loud click and Vigilante sauntered in, duffel bag in hand.
"Who the fuck are you?!" The crime boss shouted at Vigilante, holding a shotgun trained on him.
Vigilante ignored him humming away as he tossed the duffel bag and began skipping around to put C-4 over the place.
"Hey I asked you a fucking god damn question you masked freak! Who the fuck do you think you are?"
"Well duh I'm Vigilante obviously, if you haven't heard of me then that's your problem for living under a rock!" Vigilante scoffed, staring at the shotgun directly pointed at his chest.
"12 gauge. Cute." He said, taking his honshu blade he used it to the jam the barrel and the gauge misfired causing the boss to drop it in a yelp of pain.
"Hurry up and just kill me already." The mob boss spat back and Vigilante shook his head at that with a boyish laugh that turned cold like ice.
"I've looked at your rap sheet. Outside of this lucrative venture, extortion, trafficking, your biggest rap sheet is in rape, sexual assault and battery." Vigilante listed it off and your blood boiled. He put his fingers in his mouth and whistled the signal for you to make your entrance.
"Now say hello to my little girlfriend!" Vigilante announced proudly. He was so ready for you to kill this third rate Scarface wannabe.
You walked in dressed as Vengeance in red black and white, helmet fitted out with a teal visor and sub machine gun in hand at the ready.
"Her name is Vengeance!" Vigilante grinned.
"That woman deserves her revenge. And you deserve to die." He quoted Kill Bill when you lifted the gun and fired.
"Yippee ki yay motherfucker!" You cried out unleashing the whole magazine into that fucking waste of space. The mob boss was an unidentifiable sack of riddled flesh, viscera and cartilage when you were done with him.
Taking deep breaths, you high fives Vigilante and cheered together. "Mission success!" He shouted pumping the air and jumping for joy.
"Alrighty Chi Chi get the yayo." Vigilante said, pointing to the cocaine and you frowned.
"Uh what?" You shrugged completely lost.
"Could you please get the cocaine bricks off the table and put them in the duffle bag for me my precious sunset while I set up the C-4?" Vigilante asked in plain English this time.
"Oh sure I can do that." You got to work tossing the bricks into the bag.
"We really need to watch Scarface together my sugar plum." Adrian said, pulling off the helmet. "Then you'll get all of my zany perfectly timed references!"
"Okay but first you need to watch the Princess Bride to get my zany references! The fact you still don't get them is inconceivable!" You retorted taking off yours, it was insane that Adrian hadn't seen that movie.
"Well there is one movie we've both seen together recently is the Wolf of Wall Street..." Adrian said coyly.
"Oh and what reference from that movie did you want to make?" You knew the answer of course but wanted to get him to say it.
"I want to make the reference together that when we get all of this blood curse money back home to the Vigilante hideout with the rest of it I want us to fuck on the piles until neither of us can think straight. That's what I'm referring to." Adrian said with a big cheesy grin enjoying every bit of watching your face flush bright red.
"That's a good reference..." You admitted.
Adrian went to finish setting up the charges, getting out a wired detonator and placing it in the centre he pressed the big red button.
"Okay now we have like..." Adrian checked his watch.
"Eight minutes to get the fuck out of dodge before this place explodes." He told you, grabbing you by the hand tightly and booked it to the Sebring.
A massive explosion erupted behind you both as Adrian pulled out of the docks, the warehouse you were both just in nothing but ash and molten dancing cactus thingys.
The drive back to the Chase residence was one filled with exhilarated laughter between the two of you to the sweet beat of Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom!! by the Vengaboys, the entire car stashed to the floor and ceiling with money and cocaine.
Boom, boom, boom, boom
I want you in my room...
Let's spend the night together...
From now until forever!
"This is so much more fun with a partner!" Adrian said turning to you with a dopey smile on his face.
"I'll always be your partner Adrian." You said brightly, taking his hand into yours. "But I might sit out on the tougher missions, those guys were small fry right?"
"Yeah they were hire-a-goon sitting ducks but that still doesn't mean you weren't fucking amazing my sugar bear!" Adrian replied earnestly.
"Thanks honey bear." You gave him a big smooch on the cheek.
Boom, boom, boom, boom...
I wanna go boom, boom...
Let's spend the night together...
Together in my room!
It was a race to the finish line when you both hauled the cash and cocaine down into the basement. Once everything was all in place you were exhausted but the reference Adrian made kept your mind racing.
"All done sugar plum!" Adrian grinned at you, tossing off his gloves and boots but keeping the rest of his suit on he wiped the copious amounts of sweat off his brow.
You took your gloves off to do the same and turned to see Adrian staring expectantly at you.
"Well, now I'm going to stick my dick in you until you can't walk straight my sweet pumpkin." Adrian said the line so sweetly that it made you laugh into the sloppy kiss he gave you.
Laying you down on the pile of dirty blood money, your back was protected from paper-cuts by the combat suit and Adrian zipped down the front to get access to your rocking tits.
He captured your nipples in his mouth, lapping at the hardening buds. Eyes closed shut his expression was the perfect mixture of concentration and ecstasy. Adrian always made sure to address each breast evenly, he couldn't play favorites he would tell you and them.
Sucking a hickey between them both, Adrian ran his tongue down your collarbone to your sternum with a throaty groan.
"Time for the money shot baby?" You asked him with a smirk at how worked up he already was.
"Not yet, gotta give you my fat wad first." Adrian replied with a stupid grin.
Snapping on a condom, Adrian's pants and briefs were around his ankles so they wouldn't touch his butt while you fucked. It was more dry humping at this point you were both exhausted but Adrian was not a quitter.
He grabbed your leg and pushed it up to your chest, lining his cock up with the other hand. You were still wet from earlier and he slid in without any resistance.
"F-fuck...you're so perfect." He admired you as he entered you and started rambling while thrusting shakily.
"Everything about you, I get lost in your dazzling eyes, your soft hair that smells like flowers, your absolutely rocking tits, your strong thighs, your sublime pussy, you're my sexy labyrinth and I'm a minotaur roaming around you for all eternity imprisoned by how beautiful you fucking are..." He said kissing your cheeks softly as he lazily rutted into you nice and slow.
"Adrian you're so fucking perfect, your green eyes are like the ocean and your gorgeous smile is like a great big light house that guides me back to your strong arms. Also your ass is perfect and plump like a big peach that I want to bite into!" You said spanking his ass which made Adrian go wild, properly thrusting into you now.
"Ahh fuck, your cock is also perfect it curves just right and so deep my coke bottle loverboy!" You cried out slapping his ass again to keep going.
"Oh my sugar soaker..." Adrian clearly had more lined up but couldn't find the words as he rolled his hips at your hands beck and call.
Dollar bills cascaded off the pile and floated around you both before settling like snowflakes.
"W-will you cum for me again?" Adrian asked looking a bit worried as he locked eyes with you.
"I don't know Adrian, but it's okay this feels good baby..." You told him trying to reassure him by combing your fingers through his curly hair.
"H-hey touch yourself for me." Adrian requested, pulling your wrist down. "Go on, rub your clit I want to see you make yourself cum while I'm inside you."
There was something about when Adrian got dominant outside of the Vigilante suit that really drove you wild.
You nodded finding that idea incredibly hot, circling your clit the way you liked it and tipped your head back as Adrian began to snap his hips again.
His green eyes transfixed on the motion of your hand and himself entering you like Adrian was making a calculation in his mind, gritting his teeth.
"That's it, get yourself there baby and then I'll blow my load..." Adrian cooed, cupping your face lovingly.
Staring at each other intensely, Adrian took in your expression like he was painting a picture of you in his mind every pleasured gasp a brush stroke he added when you writhed underneath him.
"I wanna fuck you through your orgasm, come on be a good girl and cum first for me!" He ordered you with a desperate whine.
That neediness did it for you, you finally came and Adrian's face lit up with a dopey grin as he pumped away and you were flat on your back. A few thrusts of watching you lost in your post orgasm haze beneath him in wonderment was all he needed and Adrian finished with a loud satisfied moan.
When you two got upstairs and Adrian peeled out of his Vigilante costume and you out of the Vengeance costume you could tell the switch had been pulled over in the other direction when he got out of the shower. He was only dressed in a towel around his waist and his brow was adorably furrowed.
"Uh...while we're exploring all of this stuff..." Adrian said gingerly and continued when you reassuringly nodded and took his hand.
"I-I made something for me to wear too alongside that vigilante dominatrix outfit..." He said with a sharp sigh like he was worried you'd be disgusted or disappointed.
"Wow really? I want to see it Adrian!" You told him.
"Well, okay...I'll go get changed into it. But uh yeah it's...a bit different..." Adrian trailed off walking into his closet and you heard him shuffling around and getting changed with some cursing.
"If you don't like it and think it's weird I won't ever wear it again and I'll burn it..." Adrian said nervously walking out to you.
Your jaw dropped. He was in thigh high teal laced stockings, attached to a garter belt with leather black and white accents running down the sides, and a Vigilante suit corset with red string laced at the back.
He looked beautiful.
"I got inspired by Rocky Horror Picture Show..." He added, his face burning bright red as you appraised it, his own eyes glued to the floor.
"Oh my pretty prince...I love it!" You sighed dreamily at the sight of him all dolled up.
"R-really?" Adrian replied shakily, peering up at you still a bit shy.
"Yeah, it's so sexy honey bear...do you have heels you'd want to wear with it?" You offered.
"No! That's like you wearing my glasses, I don't have the right prescription to wear the heels. It's your thing..." Adrian said insistently, clearly hating the very notion of it so you let it go.
"I'm glad you like it." Adrian grinned brightly at you, his cheeks and ears bright pink. He got a bit more confident and did a little twirl for you to show off the whole ensemble.
"I love it!" You exclaimed, admiring how his muscles flexed against the corsets boning, while the stockings helped accentuate his amazing strong thighs and well defined calves.
Then a loud tapping on the door scared the shit out of both of you.
"Sweetie, are you in there? I'm back from church choir!" Mrs. Chase called out from outside the door and Adrian's eyes bugged out of his skull. "Did you get to sleep?"
"Fuck!" He screamed, throwing the covers over to hide you and then tried to find something to put over himself as the door was knocked on more aggressively.
"I can hear you in there Adrian, what's wrong?" Mrs. Chase opened the door looking at the mess you'd caused over the weekend.
"Oh god it's disgusting in here, young man you need to clean your room..." Then she paused, taking in Adrian's outfit, which he was in the middle of trying to cover up with a bathrobe.
"Mom, seriously I mean it get the fuck out now!" Adrian let out a high pitched holler.
"Oh Adrian what are you wearing don't tell me...you aren't..." Mrs. Chase began, holding a hand up to her lips.
"Don't start mom, just fuck off and leave!" Adrian continued to yell, his face brick red.
"Are you gay Adrian? Like your father? You need to tell her right away young man if you are! I won't let you put her through that torment like Charles being closeted did to me!" Mrs. Chase said, hands on her hips. "I will love and accept you no matter what Adrian but it's not fair to do this to her!"
"IT'S NOT FUCKING LIKE THAT!" Adrian cursed over and over again, rubbing his temples.
"It's really not like that Mrs. Chase!" You piped up and revealed yourself from the covers. "Adrian just likes dressing up in lingerie trust me he's still very much into me! And I'm super into him! Our sex life is fantastic!"
"Oh thank goodness...aw how darling is that outfit, you're just like Tim Curry! Dear why didn't you just say so?" Mrs. Chase asked Adrian with a frown.
"Fine, mom I'm out of the closet, I'm kind of... bisexual? But I also don't really enjoy sex much outside of with her to be honest and I was bro bonding with Chris...but then again I did really want to kind of fuck myself that one time...so I don't fucking know? And yeah I like dressing up in lingerie occasionally...and I love when she steps on my head with high heels on...plus I have tons of other fucked up shit that I enjoy sexually, there happy?" Adrian huffed, folding his arms and waiting bitterly for the insane response.
"Yes I'm super happy! That's just great Adrian, I love my bisexual son and it's so wonderful that you've found such an open minded partner to explore all of this in a loving way! Now should we have some lunch? I'll make sammiches." Mrs. Chase replied brightly, completely unfazed.
"...what really? You're not going to lecture me?" Adrian asked his mother bewildered.
"No? Why would I do that?" Mrs. Chase scoffed at the question and cocked her head in confusion. "Don't be silly! Now hurry up and tidy this room of yours young man!"
"The only thing I have to criticize is that you're wearing protection and not working on getting me any grandchildren..." She chuckled, walking back down the stairs with a whistle.
"Huh. Maybe my mom is cool." Adrian reluctantly admitted.
"Definitely, Mrs. Chase is the coolest!" You agreed with a big grin.
"We should really get our own place soon though!" Adrian said, gripping your hand tightly.
You nodded fervently at that. A private place of your own to be together and keep exploring things was definitely in order.
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