Summary: If someone had told you on Conscription Day what your time at Basgiath War College was going to look like, you never would've believed them. After barely surviving the Battle of Basgiath a few months ago, you're about to travel with a squad led by Violet Sorrengail to secure alliances and find the seventh breed of dragon. Unfortunately for you, the bane of your existence - Ridoc Gamlyn - is coming with you. What could go wrong?
Notes: This is Ridoc x F!Reader. Reader is part of fourth wing, flame section, second squad. This will be a short story with multiple chapters, explicit, and hopefully fun to read. Tags will be updated as more chapters come out.
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Chapter 1 : Prologue
The Battle of Basgiath.
If it were just nightmares of the Battle, you’d understand. You’d understand having flashes of venin and wyvern, fighting for your life, for your squad’s life. You’d understand having to relive watching Sawyer losing his leg in front of your eyes, watching Violet jump off Tairn to save him. Fine, you’d even understand seeing yourself pleading that your father not abandon Basigath. And the way he looked at you afterward, so full of disappointment and, somehow worse, disdain.
Actually, that’s what you’d have expected to have dreamt of the most: the look in General Melgren’s eyes when you stooped so low as to beg. Oh, and the dread that set in before you could suppress it, knowing just how much he’d make you regret debasing yourself in such a way.
But no – that wasn’t what you were having nightmares about. It was so…abstract. You had the sense that the dreams were taking place during the Battle, but after waking, the only thing you seemed to remember were flashes of blue and brown, lightning, and pure, undiluted fear. Nearly every morning for two months now, you’d jolt awake, chest aching and sweat dripping down your body in almost unnatural amounts.
Today was no different. With the initial “morning shock” (you’d dubbed the early morning panic attacks) finally subsiding, you wince as you peel off the bedsheets from your sweat-riddled body. Swinging your legs off the side of the bed, you take a deep breath in and sigh. Dawn just begins to break, lightening your room in Basgiath War College ever so slightly.
You give yourself another few breaths before dragging yourself up to get changed for the early morning run. As you pull on your clothes, you try for the millionth to make sense of your dreams.
The blue was easy enough to figure out: you’d recognize Lasair’s beautiful shade anywhere. But the rest? Impossible. Even if you’d remembered the actual content of these nightmares, who could you talk to? Everyone in your squad had been dealing with their own issues since the Battle. Rhiannon was busy keeping everyone sane and in line, Sawyer was still in recovery, Violet had too many problems to count…
Lacing up your shoes, you assess yourself in the mirror by your armoire. Your short, shoulder-length hair is tousled from sleep but acceptable, and after a quick once-over you determine your clothes are stain-free and don’t smell too bad. As your gaze involuntarily makes its way to your face, you pause at the scar running across your cheek. The force of its memory hits you harder than you’re ready for, having barely calmed your morning shock, and you swiftly avert your eyes.
Lasair’s power starts warming your blood, the boundlessness and comfort of fire trying to push its way out. You’ve only just begun debating whether or not to touch your stash of churam this early when a rapid succession of knocks on your door pulls you out of your own head, extinguishing all urges.
“One minute!” you yell out, deciding against the churam after all.
“You know, I hate when you wake so early,” Lasair’s voice grumbles in your head.
“Good morning to you too, Lasair. Maybe if you helped me figure out what the hell is happening in my dreams and why I can’t sleep well, I wouldn’t wake this early,” you retort as snidely as you can.
“I already told you, I really don’t know,” her voice fading as she falls back asleep.
“Fucking dragons,” you mumble aloud, rolling your eyes and turning back to your mirror.
The same bout of knocking laced with a new sense of urgency jolts you and you scowl. “No fucking—”
You swing the door open to find the happiest man alive standing with his arms open wide.
summary: reader finds a stash of her stolen underwear in Adrian’s room
pairing: Adrian Chase x F reader / Vigilante x F reader
wordcount: 1.4k
tags: pervert!Adrian, sub!Adrian, panty stealing, dom!reader, condescending praise, little bit of dacryphilia, some spitting, unprotected piv, creampie
notes: it’s a little freaky I guess. I have not lost the plot, I promise; I just wanted to include a lot of smutty chapters
You cup his face, standing in between his legs. “Oh, Adrian. What am I gonna do with you?”
He leans into your touch, tilting his face up to meet your eyes, his voice soft and a little whiney, “I couldn’t help it.”
The admission immediately softens your heart, and the growing warmth in your body demands your attention. You run your hands through his hair and trace your thumb along his lips. “Show me,” you whisper.
He blinks and furrows his brows in confusion.
“Show me. How do you pretend I’m here when I’m not?” you tear your eyes from his to look at the panties sitting next to him on his bed. Adrian reaches over and grabs a pair, never breaking eye contact. After a moment of hesitation, he undoes the button on his pants. You smile in encouragement and watch his pupils expand in real time.
Adrian shifts in his seat and hooks a thumb in the waistband of his underwear. As he starts pulling down, his thumb slips, snapping the waistband back against his skin. He lets out a small whimper, and you feel slick starting to gather between your legs. Adrian tries again, this time successfully pulling his already hard and leaking cock out.
“Are you mad at me?” he whispers, face furrowing into the hand cupping his cheek.
You shake your head no, “I’m not. Keep going. I want to see what you like.” Adrian brings his hand to his cock, allowing the lace to wrap around him. His face flushes and his eyes flutter for a moment before refocusing on you. He pumps himself slowly, once, then twice.
A moan escapes him and you lean down, pulling his head back by his hair to lick the seam of his lips. Adrian exhales against you, his hand pumping faster.
“My poor Adrian. You just can’t help it, huh?” you look down at him, straightening up. He whines and shakes his head, his hips involuntarily rutting against his hand. “Tch, and look how much you’re enjoying this,” you drop your free hand, reaching down to smear the drop of precum leaking from the head of his cock, “Tell me: you are enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes, I am. It feels—it feels so good,” he pants, “Can you—can you please keep touching me?”
You frown at him, “I could. But you keep stealing my panties. What are we gonna do about that?” His eyes shift away from yours in embarrassment and he mumbles something you can’t quite catch. “Hmm? What was that?” you question, gently rubbing around the new drop of precum that’s escaped from him.
“I can…try to stop,” he mumbles more clearly.
“Well…” you let go of him completely and take a small step back to pull your shirt over your head, “you could. Or…” you unclip your bra, exposing your breasts, “you could buy me some to replace these.” His eyes are immediately on your chest, mouth dropping open slightly. He goes to reach for you but you grab his wrist. “It seems like I don’t really mind you stealing them for…” your eyes drop to his hand still pumping his cock with your lace panties, “this.”
Adrian sucks in a breath, “I’ll replace them. I’ll buy you new ones, I promise.” You pull the hand you have gripped to your breast, and he lets out a moan. You pull down your pants and slowly step out of your underwear, holding onto them. His eyes rake over your body, breaths becoming shallow.
“Stop,” you look down at his crotch. Adrian immediately complies. “Let go.” He releases his grip reluctantly and you toss your crumpled panties from his hand to the side. “Open,” you command, watching as his jaw drops. You stuff your current pair into his mouth and he groans against them, glasses fogging up and cock twitching in his lap. “You’re making too much noise. Lay back,” you gently push at his chest.
As he pulls himself backward onto his bed, you climb on and straddle him. You look down and watch your pussy dripping down onto his hard and straining length, the obscene view making you salivate. Adrian grabs your hips tight, and you snatch your gaze away to look at him.
“Look at me,” you lean forward get his attention, “This is what you imagine, isn’t it?” He nods his head enthusiastically, a muffled mmmfff coming from his mouth.
Adrian shivers as you drop your face level to his and lick a stripe from the side of his neck up to his ear. “Hmm,” you reach between your bodies and pump his cock, spreading your slick along his shaft more evenly, “You’re being so good right now…do you think you should get to feel me? The real me?”
Adrian whimpers, crying out, his hands flexing against your hips and gripping even tighter. You lick the cut of his jaw before pulling back to look at him. His eyes are pleading and glassy; you smile at him and sit up, gripping his chest with one hand while reaching below and spreading your lips around his cock.
You’re barely holding it together, the sight of him almost breaking your resolve. But you resist and instead slowly grind against him. He pulls your hips down flush to his, helping you grind more thoroughly. You let go of his chest and squeeze your breasts, moaning at the dual sensation.
Adrian whimpers, hungrily watching your expression, and you look down to see tears escaping the corners of his eyes. A peeff comes from his gagged mouth, and you pull your underwear out.
“Please?” he begs, “Please let me be inside of you.” You nod, unable to resist any longer. You reach between your bodies and grip his length, rising above it. Adrian supports you, helping guide your hips. You line him up and sink down onto his length in one fluid motion.
Adrian cries out as your eyes flutter shut. “Yes, yes, yes, please, please, please,” Adrian pleads, grabbing your ass and supporting your body to pump into you from below.
You whine, the depth of each thrust knocking all thoughts from your head. He drops your hips and grinds your pelvis up and down against his own with his cock buried inside you. Lowering your body to his, you grab his jaw to open his mouth and Adrian’s rhythm falters. You drop spit into his mouth, immediately catching his mouth with yours and swirling your tongue against his.
Adrian lets out a satisfied hum before tightening his grip on your hips and fucking you relentlessly. “Oh, god, Adrian,” you release your lips from his and move to his neck, biting down to keep from moaning too loudly. Adrian gasps, and you pull your mouth away, leaving open-mouthed kisses to soothe the area. The sounds of your slick and Adrian’s brutal pace fill the room, the lewd noises doing nothing but making you more wet.
The coil in your pelvis begins to tighten, “Adrian,” you pant against him, “I’m close.” He grunts below you, deepening his thrusts. The intensity knocks you over the edge and you cry out as your orgasm hits you, pulsing through your body.
You tighten around Adrian as he groans, “Oh, fuckkk yes,” his pace stuttering before he stills and pulls your hips flush to his. His cock pulses inside you, filling you to the brim. One hand leaves your hips to pull your face to his, and he kisses you deep and slow. Adrian doesn’t bother moving his lips away when he mumbles, “I love you,” against your lips before gently pulling you off his cock.
You make a small noise of discomfort the second you lose the warmth of him, feeling his cum drip out of you and onto his pelvis.
“Don’t worry,” he kisses your temple, “I’ll clean us up.” Adrian manages to shift beneath you enough to pull his shirt off, turning it inside out and gently cleaning your legs and core before mopping up the mess on his pelvis.
He shucks the shirt into his laundry bin across the room, and within seconds, he’s carrying you bridal style out of his room and into the bathroom next door. You sigh contentedly against his chest and close your eyes.
Adrian strengthens his hold on your body and shuts the bathroom door behind him, “I’ve got you.”
“No! Oh my gosh,” you squeal, gently shoving Kassie as you earn a few stares from the hospital staff bustling around the cafeteria tables.
“Oh, please. If this mystery guy isn’t one of our coworkers, then what’s the problem? Who is he?” Kassie probes, shoving a fry into her mouth.
“Kaaaasssss, she would’ve told us already if she felt comfortable about it,” Julia chides, looking to you for confirmation.
You smile at her gratefully. “It’s not that I’m uncomfortable, really, it’s just that…” you look away, trying to come up with a good enough excuse, “Well you guys don’t know him. He’s different. Good different, but I guess kind of private? It’s hard to explain.”
“Okay. Whatever, girl. As long as he’s not, like, a serial killer or anything,” Kassie rolls her eyes, stealing some of Julia’s roasted brussels sprouts from her plate.
You look away and try to quell your unease by subtly shifting in your seat. For all intents and purposes, Adrian was most definitely a serial killer. Did that bother you? Maybe a little, especially the mornings you’d wake up to find him hosing off his blood-covered suit in your backyard lawn. But if you were honest with yourself, you’d always felt his intentions were good – a little chaotic, but still good.
You shrug your shoulders in response, but the girls had already moved onto another conversation. As you finish your lunch, you look around the cafeteria and find yourself searching for something. No, someone. You smile to yourself. Of course. But why would he be here? It’s the middle of the day, he’s probably sleeping.
Adrian had been showing up when you’d least expected – sometimes at the grocery store, sometimes when you were out shopping – and you weren’t sure what to make of it. Just that you’d come to expect him everywhere. Really, he’s probably stalking me. I wouldn’t put it past him. It’s almost romantic; he’d just been making sure you were safe, of course. Though you know at least a small part of him thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of simply watching you.
You shoot him a couple of texts before you head back to work.
You – Thinking about you xx
You – Movies tn?
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“Well what if…what if we stopped at your place and you picked up your things? It’s been months now and you don’t have any comfy clothes at my place,” you pout at Adrian, entranced and unable to look away from the rays of sunset shining through his curls. Adrian had jumped at the suggestion of going to the movies, and he’d picked you up from home to watch the latest horror movie after work. You turn in your seat to get a better view of him driving.
“You want me to move in?” he questions, his voice low with awe.
The fog of enchantment is snapped out of your brain and your heart skips a beat at his words, “I…uhh,” you stutter before clearing your throat and straightening, “I mean, we…you kind of already live with me most of the week.” But what about his— “But maybe not your Vigilante stuff…”
“Oh, yeah. There’s no way all of that is fitting in your place. I’ll keep that at my mom’s,” Adrian shrugs, taking a left at the light rather than going straight to your place.
You slowly turn toward him, not fully trusting what you just heard, “You live with your mom?”
He frowns and faces you for a second before turning back toward the road, “Yes?”
A sadistic smile grows on your face at the implications. You probe further to confirm your suspicions, “You grew up in a room, in the house we’re driving toward?”
“Yes?”
“Can I come see it?”
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You stand in front of his house, bouncing on the balls of your feet and eager to get a glimpse (or many) of baby Adrian. Just as you ring the doorbell, Adrian grabs your shoulders and turns you toward him.
“Listen. Ignore my mom. She’s annoying; like, really annoying, okay?” he exhales, something earnest in his gaze. His grip tightens on your shoulders when you don’t respond.
“Okay! Yes, okay,” you soothe, not entirely convinced of the description of his mother.
The door swings open to who you suppose is Adrian’s mom.
“Adrian!” she exclaims, hands clasped together.
He leads you inside before you get a chance to introduce yourself, “Mom, we’re going to my room to get some stuff. Do not come with us.”
“Hi, Mrs. Chase,” you barely get out before you’re tugged away.
“Hi, sweetie. You must be Harcourt! Oh, I am so glad you two are back together. I told Adrian again and again that being slutty is really no reason to break up with—”
“Jesus! Mom! Stop – this isn’t Harcourt. This is my girlfriend. Please, just fuck off,” Adrian practically whines. Unfortunately, his mother is unfazed and continues to follow both of you deeper into the house.
“Oh, sorry, honey. Nice to meet you. Do you want anything? Something to drink maybe?” she pushes.
You almost bump into Adrian when he abruptly stops in front of a closed room. “Mom. No. We do not need anything. Please leave us,” he stares at her pointedly.
She smiles at the two of you before walking away and calling out, “Well, if you need anything, you know where I am!” You watch her retreating figure, completely overwhelmed by the energy between mother and son.
You feel Adrian tug on your hand, walking you into his room. “So…,” you pause, letting the silence become awkward, “Who’s Harcourt?”
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“Riiiight. So you told your mom that you were dating one of your coworkers so she would stop pushing about you dating someone?” you sit on the edge of his bed, looking around his room. It’s overwhelmingly blue, with various posters and collectibles.
“Uh huh. As you saw, she can be very fucking annoying and it gets old really fucking fast,” he confirms, quickly creating a pile of clothes and other items to take to yours’.
You watch him for a moment longer before turning and looking at the part of his room behind you. It’s more of the same, but a bright pop of pink lace pokes out from under his pillow.
Oh, you must be joking. His mom mentioning some ‘Harcourt’, his explanation…your heart beats faster and faster as you stand and walk toward his pillow.
You grab the corner and flip it.
“Hey, what –”
A small pile of lace panties. You feel your heart drop to your feet. At least whoever’s panties these are has good taste. Seems he has a type anyway, because these look just like—
You whip your head toward Adrian, “Explain.”
He’s frozen in place, the tips of his ears turning pink, “I, um. Those are…those are mine.”
Your eyebrows shoot up, “These are yours?”
He nods at you, “Yeah.” You catch a barely perceivable wince on his face before he’s schooled his features.
Gotcha. You press a bit more, “Because they look soooo similar to mine. In fact, they look just like a handful of mine that have, in fact, gone missing. I thought maybe I’d somehow lost them or maybe they wound up behind my washer but these look incredibly similar to—”
“Okay, okay! They’re… yours,” he finishes at a whisper, averting his eyes.
A massive weight is lifted off your chest, and you take a deep breath at the relief. You reach for the pile and separate each garment from the other, looking up at him every so often and seeing the blush spread across his face.
You finish separating them and step aside, “Sit.” He listens immediately, shrinking slightly at your scrutiny.
“Ten, Adrian. You have ten pairs of my panties, sitting in a pile under your pillow. Do you know how long I’ve been looking for a few of these? Months. Explain. Why have you been hoarding them?”
He hesitates before straightening, “I just…they make me feel close to you. And sometimes I’m here, but I…want you so bad. So I just…”
“You just?”
“I just pretend that it’s you!”
You look at him, trying your best to ignore the warmth blooming in your lower belly, “Oh, Adrian.”
summary: reader prepares to attend a party with Adrian
pairing: Adrian Chase x F reader / Vigilante x F reader
wordcount: 2.8k
tags: TW: a scene or two of orgy activities, heavy petting, car sex, unprotected piv, creampie, a little bit of exhibitionism, a little rough sex (just not mega gentle; maybe passionate is a better word?), angry-ish sex, possessive!Adrian
notes: I promised a lovely person a chapter a few days ago but I was facing a writing block, so please forgive me dear reader. I hope everyone enjoys this chapter. We are getting to the climax of the story soon. Maybe 6 chapters left or so.
“Ow. Ow, ow, ow –” you wince, pulling your arms through the dress and tugging the fabric down your body. Lunch with Kassie and Julia had lasted longer than you’d expected, and the sun had been shining at its strongest at the park. The light burns you’d gotten as a result weren’t noticeable but did make your skin significantly more sensitive.
Fuck my life and fuck this burn.
The party Adrian had invited you to didn’t have a dress code, at least not one that he’d mentioned, so you’d decided to don a simple black dress that accentuated your curves and fell above your mid-thigh.
Just as you’re finishing applying your shimmer body oil, the doorbell rings.
Smiling, you grab your earrings from your vanity and walk over to the front door as you put them in. You open the front door to find Adrian in a gray t-shirt and jeans.
“Oh, you look incredible,” his eyes rake over your body, hands instinctively reaching for your hips. He pulls you into him, kissing your lips twice before hugging you tight and inhaling deeply. “And you smell amazing,” he murmurs against your hair.
“Thank you, Adrian,” you detach your body from his, “Help me with my necklace?”
He nods and follows you into your bedroom, taking the necklace from you as you turn and move your hair.
“Are you excited?” he asks, clipping the necklace into place.
You almost laugh, but stop yourself when you turn and see the nervousness radiating off him. His eyes flicker quickly around your bedroom, hands never stilling. Grabbing his hands in your own, you squeeze them until he looks down at you.
“Are you alright?” you question. He gently removes his hands from yours, running them through his hair and flexing them at his sides.
“I’m a little nervous, I guess. I don’t know. He barely invites me to parties while they’re happening, so maybe I don’t know what to expect or maybe –”
“Don’t think too much,” you sooth, giving him your most confident smile, “If it’s fun, we’ll stay. If it’s not fun, we’ll just leave. No harm done.”
“Yeah. You’re right. You’re always right,” Adrian nods at you absentmindedly, “Ready to go?”
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“Hah – you guys aren’t planning on killing anyone at his party…are you?” you nervously laugh, half-serious as Adrian pulls up to a cabin you’d have no idea how to get home from.
“Well, if we are, he certainly didn’t tell me about it,” Adrian laughs, fully relaxed and completely unaware of your unease. As you step out of the car, you hear a muffled thrum of music coming from the cabin, which is dimly lit and surrounded by at least half a dozen cars.
Nerves start to gnaw relentlessly on your heart and your legs begin turning heavy. You turn toward him, “Ade. Really. I’m not going to die here, am I?”
Immediately on alert, Adrian walks around the front of the car to you and looks down at you seriously. “I would never let anything happen to you. Ever. You will not die here.”
You smile up at him.
“Unless I die first. Then yes, you’re probably next. But I’m kinda hard to kill. At least, I think,” Adrian returns your smile just as you drop yours, “So the chances are pretty low. Maybe like, five? Ten percent? We’ll be fine.”
“Very reassuring, Adrian,” you roll your eyes and take his hand, walking toward the cabin. He puffs his chest, clearly missing the sarcasm in your tone. “Here goes nothing,” you murmur as Adrian knocks on the door.
A beat. Two. You’re just about to question Adrian about party favors neither of you brought when the door swings open.
A hulk of a man opens the door. He’s so large it takes you a minute to realize he’s naked. Your eyes are drawn down, to confirm his lack of clothing when you notice that his very erect penis is actually wrapped in a condom.
Your nose scrunches in shock? Disgust? Discomfort? Likely all of the above as you turn your face away to stare at the cars parked adjacent to the cabin.
“Chris! Why are you naked?” Adrian laughs, and you feel him reaching for the naked man with your still connected hands. You quickly snatch yours back, pretending to gently scratch the back of your scalp.
“Dude, do not hug me right now. Wait, shit. Is this your… girlfriend?”
“Yes. You told me we’re both invited to your party, remember?”
Chris clears his throat, “Give me; give me a minute.” He almost slams the door shut as he retreats back into the cabin.
You snap your head back toward Adrian. “So…” you raise your eyebrows at him, waiting for some kind of explanation.
Adrian shrugs his shoulders. “Shall we?” he gestures toward the door, grabbing your hand.
“Oh, Adrian, I don’t think—”
Your jaw drops open when he pulls you into the cabin behind him. Inside is about twelve people, all in groups of two, three, or four, all naked, and all engaged in various sexual acts. The smell hits you a second later, and you shut your mouth immediately to avoid the combined smells of sex, weed, and spilled alcohol.
Chris reappears, this time in a pair of boxers and an old looking t-shirt.
“Hey, I’m Chris. Sorry about that first impression,” he smiles at you, and you raise your eyebrows in answer. His smile falters and he turns toward Adrian. “Dude, can I talk to you for a second?”
Adrian looks at you and kisses the top of your head, “I’ll be right back.”
Just as they’re walking away, you hear Chris hiss at him, “I didn’t think you actually had a girl…”
You turn back toward the ‘party’ and instantly regret it when you see a man pull his dick out of another’s ass, just to shove it into the man’s mouth.
Oh, fuck no. Not even a condom between them. You squeeze your eyes shut and aim your face toward the floor. Jesus Christ, get me out of here.
With a short breath, you open your eyes and keep them lowered. What’s taking him so long? God, is Ade really into all this shit? As you’re debating the best way to ask him about this double – no, triple – life he’s seemingly living, the worst possible thing comes into your peripheral vision.
A man approaches you, stroking his half-hard dick and getting way too close for your liking. It takes you a minute to realize he’s stroking himself in your direction. The fuck is his problem—
“Do you need something?” you force your eyes up and turn toward him.
“It’s best to just jump in. No one’s gonna invite you in if you’re just awkwardly standing there.”
“So why the fuck are you bothering me,” you snap at him, already tired of the whole ordeal and wishing you’d said ‘no’ to Adrian this morning.
Before he can respond, another voice joins the conversation, “Is there a problem here?” Adrian’s voice grounds you, and your shoulders drop. You feel him come to a halt just beside you, a hand wrapping around your body to grasp your side possessively.
“You guys should just join in anywhere. I was telling her the same,” the man gestures toward you, still stroking himself.
“Ade—”
“We were just leaving,” Adrian turns his head back once before taking your hand and leading you out the door. You exhale in relief, following him all-too-eagerly.
The both of you are silent until you reach the car. He starts the car quickly, backing out.
“Did you know?” you look up at his completely blank face.
“No. I did not know he was having an orgy. He said…” Adrian’s voice goes quiet.
“What did he say?”
“He said he invited me because he didn’t think I actually had a girlfriend. As a joke.”
“Oh.”
It’s silent for a while after that. Once you start recognizing the route back, you decide to break the tension in the car, “That was a pretty asshole move by him.”
“Yeah. It was.”
More silence follows until you’re just a few blocks away from your house. Now’s just a good a time as any.
“Do you…do you like going to those kinds of parties?”
“What?” Adrian glances at you in shock, “Do I like going to orgies? I mean he hasn’t invited me to any but…I don’t know,” he sighs, his voice becoming less strained the more he talks. You hum in response.
As he pulls up to your house and parks, you unbuckle your seatbelt and turn to face him. He’s deep in thought, studying something far in the distance when you gently pull his face toward yours. Adrian smiles at you and grabs your hand before you can pull away, kissing your palm.
His lips brush against your wrist and he kisses halfway up your forearm. “Thank you for coming with me,” he sighs against your skin. You smile at him and lean forward to kiss his cheek, but he uses your momentum to pull your body over the console to straddle him.
The car’s tight fit has your thighs squashed harshly against his, but you brace against the discomfort as he pulls your face into his. Adrian kisses you slowly, and you’re hyperaware of every touch – your skin still sensitive from the afternoon sun. His hand cups your face as the other rests against your hip, ever so slowly reaching higher. The movement has your dress slipping up your legs, sending a zing along your skin.
You let out a short moan of protest against his mouth, and he opens his mouth to yours in answer. Your kissing grows more passionate and Adrian’s grip tightens as he pulls your body flush to his. The new position making your legs ache, you subtly reach down to grab the lever on the seat.
Gently detaching your lips from his, you fix your gaze to his blown-out pupils and grip his chest to slowly push the seat back. Once the seat is leaned back enough to be comfortable, you release the lever and join him. Adrian’s hands find your body immediately; one fisting in your hair, pulling your mouth deeply into his, and the other grabbing the back of your thigh. He adjusts his hips, pushing his crotch into yours. You’re almost too distracted by his mouth to feel a hardness grind against you at the motion. Almost.
You smile into the kiss, “Looks like the orgy got you at least a little worked up.” Adrian repeats the motion, this time gripping your ass and squeezing hard. You gasp.
“No,” he pulls your head back with the hand still tangled in your hair, “this is just you.” He brings you back in, devouring your mouth, and you whimper against him.
Adrian stops abruptly and whispers against you, “Is this okay?”
You nod.
“With words, please.”
“It’s okay,” you whisper back.
“If it’s not okay or you need a break, just say ‘break’, okay?”
“Okay.”
Adrian releases the hold on your hair, reaching down to slowly move your dress up, bunching it at your waist. You let out a sharp breath at the exposure, staring into his eyes. The frustration, even anger, from earlier had transformed into something else entirely, a calm intensity accompanying his movements, his gazes.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, pulling you in and attaching his lips to your neck. You let out a soft moan and reflexively grind your hips against his.
He peppers kisses along your jawline, reaching the other side of your neck and sucking gently. “You’re mine,” he bites you before licking a stripe up your neck to your ear.
“Adrian…” you whimper, hands reaching down to his jeans to unbutton them. You’re sure the wetness soaking through your panties has left a small patch on the denim, but he pushes it down his thighs before you can check. His underwear is tented obscenely, and he grunts as he pulls you back onto him.
You gently remove his glasses and set them aside before kissing him again, Adrian’s tongue going deep into your mouth, drinking you. You roll your hips, the thin layers between you two doing almost nothing as you grind against his length. Desperate for more friction, you trail your hands lower and grab the waistband of his underwear.
Within seconds, you’re squealing – Adrian roughly securing both of your wrists in one hand behind your back. He sits up, pulling the neckline of your dress down to expose your breasts.
Adrian kneads one of your breasts with his free hand, sucking and nibbling your nipple. You throw your head back and grind down harder on him. He moans, opening his mouth wide and biting down.
It’s all too much. You’re almost completely exposed and Adrian is everywhere – holding your hands back, grinding against you, his mouth all over you, groping you. It hits you then that you’re still in his car, parked in front of your house.
“Ade-,” another particularly harsh push of his crotch into yours has you gasping, “Adrian, what if someone sees us?”
“Let them,” his voice is barely audible as he licks the valley between your breasts. Seeing him like this, drunk on you, you refocus on grinding down against him. A warm coil starts building in your lower stomach, and you close your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the moment.
Small noises start escaping you as the pressure builds, and Adrian holds you tighter against him, returning his lips to yours. Your movements become more focused and you kiss him fervently.
“I’m-,” you start.
“I know," Adrian says into your mouth, "Come for me."
You break, riding out the high as Adrian swallows your moans. When you finally come down, you look at him with lidded eyes and remove your hands from his grasp. Without a word, you release his leaking cock from his underwear, soaked from your own juices. Pushing him to lay back against the seat, you pull your panties to the side and angle him at your entrance, slowly easing yourself down.
You moan when the fat head of his cock pushes into you, but you only have a second to adjust before Adrian slams the rest of himself inside, bottoming out. You nearly scream while a prolonged grunt escapes him.
“Shh, shh shh. I got you. Come here,” Adrian comforts you, pulling your body down to rest on his. He gives you a minute now, holding you close and rubbing circles on your back. The slight pain fades quickly and you find yourself subconsciously moving your hips, desperate for more.
Adrian kisses the top of your head once before wrapping his hands around your hips. He pulls you up and slams back into you, pistoning in and out at a punishing pace. The car is filled with the lewd sounds of your slick.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Adrian whispers in your ear, “God – I’m close, I’m not gonna last long. Watching you come almost sent me over the edge. But I couldn’t. Not before – shit – not before I got to feel how wet you get for me.”
You’re gushing around him now, holding onto his shoulders for dear life, slick collecting at the base of his shaft and dripping down his balls. “Adrian, please,” you whimper.
“What, baby? Tell me.”
“M-more,” you barely manage to get out before he’s gripping your hips in a way that will undoubtedly leave bruises and somehow slamming into you even harder, bottoming out before pulling out almost all the way each time.
“Oh – fffuck,” you cry out, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. The ecstasy is overwhelming, and you’re just at the verge of breaking when Adrian pulls you down one final time and curls his hips upward.
You feel him pulse inside you before he pulls your lips onto his, groaning into your mouth. His hand snakes between you and he rubs firm circles on your clit. Adrian kisses you lazily, intoxicated, and you relax your body as the coil inside you starts to rebuild quickly. Within seconds, you’re coming around his cock, the full stretch of him prolonging your orgasm. He quivers beneath you, “Fuck, you’re really squeezing me.” As you ride out the rest of your high, he gently wipes the tears you hadn’t realized had escaped from your eyes and pulls you against his chest.
Eventually, your heartrate begins to slow down and you look up to find him staring at you. Adrian brushes the hair out of your face and kisses your forehead. He gently pulls out of you, quickly setting your underwear back into place. After adjusting your dress as best he can, he wraps an arm around your shoulders.
“Let’s go to bed?” you ask him weakly, your body completely spent.
Adrian nods and settles into his seat further, holding you tight. “Just a couple more minutes.”
You wake up the next morning to your phone ringing. Groaning, you swing your arm back to grab it from the dresser. You glance at the screen before answering.
“Hey, Kassie. What’s up?” Your voice comes out hoarse.
“Shit, did I wake you? I’m so sorry. No, I was just calling to see if you were down to get lunch later and go to the park on 5th?”
You clear your throat before answering, “Uhh, yeah sure. Like around 1 or 2?”
“Yeah, let’s say 1:30. I need to call and ask Julia but I think she’ll be able to make it, too.”
“Sounds good, I’ll see you soon,” you end the call after she says goodbye in a cheery voice. The phone flashes ‘8:30AM’ as you set it down. Sitting up, you look around the room and notice your bed is empty.
Adrian’s clothes are missing from your vanity.
You take a deep breath. That’s…fine. He probably had some stuff to do. Maybe he texted? You reach back for your phone to check your messages, and your heart sinks when you don’t find his name.
Right.
Pulling your legs in, you tuck your body close and wrap your arms around yourself. Everything’s just –
Your thoughts are cut off as you hear Adrian’s voice behind your bedroom door, “…you really don’t have to sound so surprised. I’ve been telling you about her, you know how awesome she is.” The muscles in your body start to loosen and you feel a smile tug at the corner of your mouth. “Yeah, maybe. I’ll ask her if she wants to come. Okay, I gotta go, my girlfriend’s waiting for me,” you hear him wrap up the call as he pushes the door open.
“Hey,” you smile up at him, “who was that?”
Adrian walks around to the opposite side of your bed, stripping down to his underwear and climbing in next to you. “My friend Pea- well, Chris,” he corrects himself and looks at you sheepishly, “I, uhh, sometimes call him… Pea.” He pulls your scrunched-up body into his and wraps his arms around you.
“Right,” you nuzzle against his beefy arm. He smells faintly of lavender, a nice reminder of last night. Adrian kisses your shoulder, using his free hand to roam around your body before settling on your lower stomach.
You almost doze off when he whispers, “You hungry?” You sigh and turn toward him, nodding. He pulls you in, kissing you gently.
“I made breakfast.”
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Adrian had made breakfast sandwiches, and after hastily skipping dinner the previous night, they tasted better than anything you’d ever had. As you both finish eating, he perks up, “Any plans for today?”
“Yeah, I’m meeting my friends for lunch downtown.”
“And later?” Adrian looks at you expectantly, squishing a balled-up napkin in his hand.
“No, nothing later. Why do you ask?”
He hesitates for a second before speaking up, “My friend is throwing a party. Chris. He’s throwing a party tonight. He told me to invite you, and maybe you could meet him? My other friends will probably be there, too.”
You swallow your last bite of breakfast and face him, “Yeah, that would be cool. I don’t think I’ll be able to stay super late but I’ll go with you. I’d like that.”
Adrian releases a large exhale and beams at you, “Great! You’ll love him he’s super cool.” He picks up the plates and heads to the sink to wash the dishes. You watch him for a minute before dragging yourself up to sit on the counter next to him.
“You know, I have something for you,” you smile at him. The crow you’d picked up for Vigilante had been sitting in your purse ever since you’d bought it at the zoo.
He flashes his dimples at you, almost dropping a plate in his excitement, “Really? You didn’t have to get me anything!”
“I know…but it reminded me of you. And I wanted to,” you tell him as you hop off the counter. Leaving him to finish the rest of the dishes, you walk down the hall into your room to search your purse.
Just as you fish out the crow figurine, you feel a pair of hands on your shoulders rub circles on your back. A moan escapes you before you can stop it, and you nearly go boneless at his touch.
“Ooo, woah,” Adrian abruptly stops, supporting you to keep you upright. “Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he pulls your chin up to study your face upside-down, concerned.
You smile and hold out your hand to him. “This is for you,” you whisper, showing him the crow.
Adrian’s eyes go wide and twinkle, “So it was for me?”
“Of course not. It was for Vigilante, because we’d watched a crow documentary and he was enthusiastic about them. But it seems you’re both the same person, so…” you tease him, enjoying the warmth of his body against your own.
His smile disappears as he turns you around and cups your face in his hands, “I apologize for that. I’ll spend as long as it takes to make up for lying to you. I had to do it, but I am sorry about the distress.”
You lay your hand over his and hold the figurine up to him, “I know.” As he takes the crow to inspect it, you gently push him back, leading him to the foot of your bed. Adrian prattles off crow facts and you absentmindedly nod at him, lowering to your knees in between his legs and staring into his eyes.
A familiar urge stirs in your lower stomach, and you gently reach for his waistband. Tugging gently while looking up at him, you make a nonspecific questioning sound and he looks at you and nods, lifting his hips to let you pull off his pants.
“…and sometimes crows will mate with ravens; I think they’re called ‘crowens’ –” his sentence is cut off when you bring his mouth to yours, gently rubbing and squeezing his muscular thighs. Adrian sets the figurine just out of reach on the bed and pulls your face closer to his, moving your hair back.
You let your hands roam further up and gently brush against his already hard member. A small noise escapes the back of his throat and he pulls you deeper into the kiss. Pulling away from his lips, you slip your fingers into the waistband of his underwear, trailing your fingers along the seam.
He keeps his eyes on yours and helps you slip the clothing down his legs, cock jumping up as soon as it’s free of the restricting fabric. You pull him back down to you, and he kisses you with renewed hunger, tongue slipping into your mouth.
You reach back up and gently wrap your hand around his cock. His breath hitches, and you take the moment to pull away again, “If you want me to stop, just tell me, okay?” Adrian takes a moment to process your question but nods and pulls your lips back to his.
Your thumb grazes up, smearing the drop of precum that escaped from his tip around the head of his cock. You swallow the guttural moan that Adrian releases as he bucks up into your hand.
You smile against his lips and pull yourself away, keeping your eyes on his as you lower yourself to his lap.
“You..you don’t have to,” he whispers, tangling a hand in your hair.
“I want to. If you want me to stop at any point, just say,” you whisper back, waiting a beat before licking off the second bead of precum that had formed. His eyes close and a whine escapes from him.
Satisfied, you lick up and down his cock, spreading the moisture from your tongue to make it easier to take him in your mouth. His breathing grows ragged and the hand in your hair tightens before his eyes open and he releases his grip slightly to rub circles in your hair with his thumb.
With your eyes locked onto his, you fit as much of him into your mouth as you can and hollow your cheeks.
His mouth falls open. “Ohhh fuck,” he cries out, eyes once again squeezing shut. You bob your head up and down, not quite able to fit his entire length, and use your hand to fist the base of his dick in time with your mouth.
“Shit shit shit, please, oh my god please please please, yes,” Adrian whimpers, falling back onto an elbow as he keeps his other hand firmly in your hair to ground himself.
You make a mess of him, encouraged by his moans and barely restrained bucks of his hips. Adrian’s breathing turns shallow, and you trail your free hand up his shirt to touch his abs and chest and feel the excited, panicked breaths escaping him.
“Oh my god, please. Oh, you don’t know what you do to me; oh fuck oh fuck, ahhhh please,” the words out of his mouth are nearly nonsensical, and you’re not sure of the last time you felt this much satisfaction from pleasuring someone. Your jaw starts to ache, but you barely feel it, intoxicated by the way he’s falling apart under you.
“I’m—ahh—I’m almost…” he trails off and you feel him swell ever so slightly in your mouth. You relax your throat as much as you can and take a short breath before taking his entire length in. Adrian cries out and his cock pulses; you feel the warm cum in your throat and you swallow in time with his pulsing.
Swallowing one last time, you pull back slightly and suck a few times to make sure you didn’t miss anything. Adrian yells out again, and you look up to see tears coming out of his eyes. “Please, you feel so good. I can’t—I—it’s too much,” he whimpers, using his hand still tangled in your hair to gently guide you off.
He leans forward slowly, pulling you up off the floor to straddle him on the bed. Adrian brings your lips to his and kisses you. Lazy but unrestrained, his tongue licks and sweeps your entire mouth. Holding you firmly, he pulls back to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, murmuring a ‘thank you’ before reattaching his lips.
Minutes pass and Adrian starts kneading your ass, holding you flush against him. His fingers start to graze lower and lower before he’s snuck them into your underwear and brushing against your soaked folds. As your back arches into his touch, his gaze turns predatory as he flips you onto the bed. Adrian goes to kiss you but stops short of your lips and licks them instead. You gasp and he leans into your ear to whisper, “My turn.”
summary: date cut short, reader and Adrian head back home to take care of some much needed business
pairing: Adrian Chase x F reader / Vigilante x F reader
wordcount: 3.1k+
tags: NSFW, smut, oral+fingering (f!receiving), slight overstim, unprotected piv (never, under any circumstances, ever do this irl), possessive!Adrian, creampie, dom!Adrian, soft!Adrian, aftercare
notes: WE ARE FINALLY HERE FOLKS. last chapter before short hiatus. Def debated how to approach this chapter but went with what fit with the plot. Tbh prob not super canon but lowkey could be. Will def be more smut ahead and more frequent than previous chapters. Y'all know the photos correlate to each chapter right? Anyways enjoy :) *My first time writing smut please be patient with me I really did my best, I know I need more practice writing
Part 12 of ?
Ao3
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The ride home is quiet. Too quiet – it practically sobers you up. Neither of you look at each other, instead focusing on the road. You can see Adrian’s knuckles turning white from gripping the steering wheel. Trying to get comfortable with the silence, you clear your throat softly and adjust your dress.
He hasn’t said anything since you asked him to fuck you. He’d just grabbed your hand and lead you back your table, leaving a 20 for the waiter. Now, the tension almost feels awkward, and you can’t bring yourself to say anything.
After what feels like an eternity, he turns into your street, parking the car in front of your house. Neither of you makes an effort to move for several seconds. We can’t leave it at this…I can’t.
Just as you turn toward him to say something, he gets out of the car. You wince and grit your teeth. Is this it? Has it all gone to shit? Unbuckling your seatbelt, you reach for the handle when your door opens, Adrian extending a hand. You look up to see him softly smiling at you. As you step out of the car, you lose your balance trying to stand. He catches you, but scoops you up bridal-style.
He bumps the car door shut with his hip. You laugh as he makes his way to the front door, “Adrian! Adrian let me down, I can walk! How are you gonna open the door? You need my keys!”
“I’ll just kick the door down.”
“Adrian! No, oh my god.” Is he serious about my door? Not taking any chances on that. You tap on his arm repeatedly in an effort to force him to put you down.
He clicks his tongue and sighs, “Fine.” After he sets you down, you rummage through your purse for the keys. Unlocking the door, you pull off your heels, thankful to be rid of them. Adrian shuts the door behind him.
For the first time since the restaurant, you lock eyes. In seconds, you’re on him, grabbing his neck to pull him down to your level. Any awkward tension you felt in the car is gone. Your lips crash; the kiss is wet and uncoordinated. You tug at his sweater, his arms, anything you can grab onto. He holds your face in his hands, pushing your hair out of the way as he breathes you in through his nose.
You try to drag him to your room, but he refuses to detach his lips from yours, moaning in protest. Instead, you walk backwards, lips locked, pulling him by his waistband.
He stops at the threshold of your bedroom, finally separating just enough to ask, “Are you sure? I mean, we don’t have to anything if you want, we can just kiss. I’m totally down to just kiss.”
“I’m sure,” you nod, removing your dress in the process to expose your matching underwear set.
His eyes go wide. “Holy shit, you look so good… so hot. Like, I’ve seen you before because you’re always naked—”
“I’m allowed to be naked in my own house.”
“—but fuck you look good. I mean, I could just mmm—” You cut him off, rubbing your hands up his chest, grabbing his neck and biting down. He hesitates for a second before wrapping his arms around you. Yet his hands don’t travel. He’d been so handsy and forward in the bathroom, but now? He’s almost…Nervous. He’s nervous. He’s fine in a random restaurant bathroom but as soon as I’m in front of him, in the comfort of my bedroom, he’s nervous.
You grab his hands and gently push them down to your ass, mumbling against him, “You can touch me, Adrian. I want you to.” He lets out a deep exhale, as if he’d been holding his breath, and squeezes hard, forcing a whimper out of you. Encouraged, his hands are everywhere, rubbing, caressing, squeezing. You feel him getting hard under his jeans.
He lets out various mumbles against your skin, and you catch a mixture of ‘beautiful’, ‘pretty’, and ‘need you’ as he pulls your hair down, bringing his lips to yours.
You stagger backwards to the bed. Adrian sits you down at the edge, kneeling in front of you. You run your hands through his hair, tugging on the curls, earning a moan from him. You pull him off your face to stare at him. His lips are red and puffy, and his eyes barely conceal the desire underneath. Your eyes are glossed over with want as you take off your bra.
“I think about you a lot,” you whisper. It slips out of your mouth before you have a chance to acknowledge the thought.
He just smiles at you, “I think about you more.” He grabs your hips and looks down at your underwear, tracing the thin string along its path, “Can I?”
Not completely sure what he’s asking but eager for more, you let out a soft ‘yes’. Adrian swiftly lifts your legs onto his shoulders and pulls your hips down, causing you to fall back onto the bed.
His mouth is hot and wet against your still-covered cunt, and you cover your mouth in surprise. He devours you like he hasn’t eaten anything in days. You grab onto his head for support. Your underwear is beyond soaked.
Adrian pulls back for a second, inhaling deeply. “Fuck, you smell so good,” he snaps the string of your underwear, “Let me take this off?” You nod at him and lift your hips as he pulls it off you.
Readjusting your legs back over his shoulders, he jumps in to taste you, “Holy fucking shit.”
You let out a guttural moan from the sensation – his tongue running between and all around your folds, the vibrations from the words he’s saying into you, his hands gripping the tops of your thighs for dear life as he pulls you further into his mouth. It’s more carnal instinct than technique, so you know you won’t finish from this alone, but the sensation of him diving in and out of you with his tongue is almost too good to ask him to stop.
“Adri—,” you let out a moan halfway through saying his name when he traps your clit and uses his whole mouth to suck. He pauses and looks up at you.
“Fuck that was hot, do it again,” he replaces his mouth and repeats the motion, and you let out another moan before pushing his head off.
“Adrian,” you breathe out, “I need you to use your hands, too.”
“I can do that. What do you want me to do?”
Oh, right. Not much of a player. You use your hand to make a ‘come here’ motion, blushing at the demonstration. “Just…put a finger inside me. And do this. While you’re…you know…”
“While I’m what?”
Your blush deepens, the explanation making you suddenly shy. You swallow it down. “While you’re…eating me.”
“Oh.”
Your mouth drops open when he pushes a finger inside you. He watches your expression, running his free hand up your stomach to grab your breast, pinching the sensitive bud, “Oh. Yeah, okay.” He replaces his mouth, and with the decreased area accessible to his tongue, he focuses more frequently on your clit.
You rut your hips into him when he starts curling his finger. Gripping his hair, you moan his name, pulling his face into you.
Adrian gently pulls away. “You’re so responsive like this,” he notes, pushing another finger into you. Your hips lift off the bed at the sensation and you squeeze your eyes shut, groaning. “God, you’re so wet,” he reaches deeper with the added digit, nearly hitting the sweet spot inside. You feel your walls spasm around him. “Fuck I could do this all day. You look so hot. You know, I imagined doing a lot of things to you, but actually doing them is way bet—”
You pull his face back down to your cunt to shut him up. You’re close, you can feel the pressure building up in your lower abdomen. “Please, Adrian,” you’re desperate, “keep going.”
He nods in agreement, and as he’s running his tongue over your clit, you feel the pressure spike. “Fuck, keep doing that,” you writhe under him. It only takes a couple more nods of his head before you see stars. Your jaw goes slack and your grip on his hair tightens, moaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear. His fingers work you through your orgasm, and you have to push him off.
After a few breaths, you pull your legs off his shoulders and lean toward him. You kiss him, tasting yourself, and tilt his head back to push your tongue into his mouth. He moans in surprise, pulling you close.
“You taste so good,” he says in between kisses, “I wish I could eat you all day.” You pull his sweater up, impatient.
“Off,” you say simply, and he obliges, standing to remove the layers.
You work on removing his pants when he mentions, “You know, my best friend calls me ‘thimble’. I know it’s cuz of my dick but it’s like an inside joke between us.”
Oh no. Oh, please, no. “That’s a pretty obvious joke, sounds more like an ‘outside’ joke than an inside joke,” you hesitate after unbuttoning his jeans.
His laughter fills the room, and you smile despite the worry that he might be as small as the inside joke insinuates. Can’t be…I’ve felt him through his jeans. As he tosses his sweater and shirt aside, you tug on the waistband of his underwear, biting your lip in anticipation.
He works his jeans off, removing his underwear in the process. As he straightens, you look down and can’t help but smirk, “I think it’s time you changed your nickname.”
His dick is in front of you, fully erect but too heavy to stand upright. You can’t help yourself when you reach out and grab it – it’s thick, and his tip is already sticky from precum. He shudders when you start pumping slowly. You maintain eye contact as you bring yourself closer, licking a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip, paying special attention to the ridge on the underside, just before the head. His eyebrows furrow and jaw goes slack, “Fffffffuck.”
“I need you inside me, Adrian.”
He wastes no time, grabbing your body and tossing you to the center of the bed. Crawling to you, he peppers kisses over your abdomen before dragging his tongue through the valley between your breasts. He kisses you hard as he settles between your legs.
“Wait,” you stop him, grabbing a pillow and placing it below your hips. He moans when you grab his cock, rubbing your thumb over the slit, “Okay.”
He nods, “Just tell me if you’re uncomfortable or want to stop.” Holding the base, Adrian lines himself up at your entrance. “Fuck, you’re dripping,” he runs the tip of his cock over your folds, looking up at you, “Is that all for me?”
His tip pushes in just as you reply, “Yes—” the feeling of him causes you to gasp. “Adriannn,” you whine, grabbing onto his shoulders for support. It feels like you’re being split open, and he just keeps going.
“God, you feel amazing, holy shit,” he pumps in and out of you slowly to coat himself in your slick, "I’m almost halfway."
“Halfway?” you question in disbelief, your voice an octave higher than you intend. You’re already so full. There’s no way. “Just push inside me. I need to feel all of you.”
At that, he slams the rest of himself inside, moaning loudly and nearly collapsing onto you, “Oh fuck, oh fuck you feel so good. Shit,” He looks at you with your slack jaw and glazed-over eyes, “God, I wish I had a picture of this face. I’m gonna get hard just thinking about how you look right now.”
You lock your legs around his waist, pulling him up for a bit of friction. “Adrian, please fuck me.”
He locks lips with you and starts slowly, pumping into you at a maddeningly slow pace. The lewd sounds of your wetness fill the room. Your pelvic muscles relax after a while of him stretching you out.
“I’m gonna come here every day, holy shit. I can’t even compare this to anything. You’re so, so wet. God, and look at the way you’re just sucking me in. Do you believe in soulmates? I think we could be soulmates,” he rambles on and on, but his words fall on deaf ears. You only catch bits and pieces of his musings, your brain already mush.
Between moans, you let out an occasional, “Mmhm,” just to make sure he doesn’t feel ignored. The way his cock keeps hitting at the perfect angle has you creaming around him.
You’re somewhere between heaven and earth when you want more. “Adrian,” you repeat yourself a little louder when he doesn’t stop commenting on the way your breasts are bouncing below him, “Adrian, wait.”
He stops in his tracks, “Oh fuck, did I hurt you? Shit, are you okay?”
You wiggle from under him, turning to lay on your stomach and propping your hips up, “No, you didn’t hurt me. I just need you to fuck me harder.”
“But now I can’t see your face,” he pouts from behind you. You move the pillow from underneath and arch your back.
“Just trust me.”
Adrian grabs your hips and pushes into you. You moan lewdly as he lets out a slow, dragged out, “Fffffuck…” He feels impossibly bigger in this position, and he feels the pressure difference as well. “God, you’re so right. I should always listen to you. You’re squeezing the shit outta me right now.”
He picks up the pace and your eyes roll to the back of your head. You’re no longer in control of the noises coming out of your mouth and aren’t registering a single thing Adrian is saying. The tip of his cock reaches deep into you, tapping on your cervix with each thrust.
His grip on your hips tightens as he picks up the pace. He pulls you closer to him by your hair, reaching under you to support your body with his forearm between your breasts. He grabs onto your jaw.
“Did you hear me?” he plants a sloppy kiss under your ear as he continues to pump into you, “You’re all mine.”
You nod your head and choke out, “I’m all yours.”
Adrian grunts, letting you go and pushing your back lower to accentuate the arch. He fucks into you faster than before, and you nearly cry from the pleasure exploding inside you.
You start to clench down on him, a deep orgasm rolling through you. “Ohhh fuck,” he moans, thrusts becoming erratic. Within seconds, he cums, pushing as much of himself into you as he can. You feel the strong ripples of his cock pulsing, filling you up.
Adrian pulls out slowly, collapsing onto the bed next to you, covered in sweat. He pulls your body into his, lazily kissing along your neck and back. He snakes his arms around you, engulfing you in a wet hug.
You wince, “Ade, you’re all sweaty.” But you make no effort to get out of his grasp.
“We’ll shower in a bit, just give me a few minutes,” he nuzzles you.
You close your eyes and feel your heart fill. It all just feels so right. You can’t help but relax into him. As you turn to face him, he stares into your eyes, moving the hair out of your face. He rubs your cheek before kissing your lips gently.
Suddenly remembering, you ask him, “Do you still have that scar on your side?”
He shakes his head, disappointed, moving to show you. “No, all gone. It went away the next day,” his eyes light up, “Maybe you can stitch me up again and give me another one!”
Laughing, you smack his chest and sit up, “Let’s go shower.” As you stand, he follows you to the bathroom.
Dimming the light as you step in, you reach over to turn the water on. While the water warms, you remove your makeup, soaking cotton pads in micellar water and wiping. Adrian stands behind you and rests his chin on your head to watch you through the mirror.
As steam starts to fill the room, you step into the shower. Adrian sets his glasses on the counter before joining you. The water feels refreshing, and as you let it run down your body, he grabs the bar of soap. Lathering his hands, he washes you down from head to toe, stopping in between to get himself as well. The light casts perfect shadows over his toned body, and as he puts the soap away, you run your hand down his abs, entranced.
He catches your hand before you can go any lower. You look up at him, already thinking of the sinful things you’re going to do to him. “I can’t see you too well right now, but I’m starting to recognize that look,” he says, pulling your hand up to his lips and laying a loud kiss on your palm.
Once the water has thoroughly rinsed the two of you clean, you turn it off and step out of the shower, bending to grab another towel from below the sink. You hand it to Adrian, and before you can reach for your own, he wraps his towel around both of you. He kisses your forehead before relaxing his body against yours.
He mumbles something into your hair, and you pull away to softly ask, “What’s wrong?” He straightens and smiles, grabbing his glasses.
“Nothing’s wrong.”
Once most of the water has dripped off your bodies, you make your way back to the bedroom to grab something to sleep in. As you shuffle through your closet, you grab the first oversized tee you can find and pull it on. You’ve just put on a pair of comfortable underwear when you see Adrian gathering his clothes.
Your heart drops. “Are you…leaving?” you ask, unable to conceal the disappointment in your voice.
He pauses and looks at you, “Do you want me to?” You shake your head no. “I wasn’t going to,” he smiles, placing his clothes on your bed, “Just folding my clothes so they’re presentable tomorrow.”
At that, you feel the tightness in your chest loosen. Pulling the covers of the bed back to step in, you watch Adrian meticulously fold each item before pulling his underwear on and placing his glasses on the bedside table to join you.
He pulls the covers over your bodies, pulling you as close as possible. You turn to face him, and he scoots down, resting his head against your chest with his arms wrapped around you. He breathes in deeply, relaxing.
You run your hand through his hair, falling asleep content.
summary: reader confronts Vigilante on his identity
pairing: Adrian Chase x F reader / Vigilante x F reader
wordcount: 3.6k+
tags: mentions of stalking, mentions of death, possessive!Adrian, mention of blood, NSFW, soft smut, dom!Adrian (yes, I am a dom!Adrian fan thank you very much)
notes: no more dream sequences guys, I promise. For anyone actively keeping up with this series, first of all, I love you. Second of all, thank you. But I will be posting one more chapter after this (hopefully within 2 or max 3 days after this one is out) before going on a short hiatus. Might post after Christmas, but I’ll for sure be back in January :)
Part 11 of ?
Ao3
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Silence.
“Adrian,” you repeat, with more certainty.
“Who’s Adrian?” he replies, in the most unconvincing tone you’ve ever heard.
You let out a short, barking laugh, “You never were good at lying.” Before he has a chance to respond, you stand and step to face him.
But he’s faster than you. Within seconds, you’re turned back around, one of his hands covering your eyes as he pins your body against his chest with his free arm.
“I told you, you’re not supposed to know about my secret identity,” he says softly against your neck, causing goosebumps to rise.
You try to maneuver out of his grip, but it’s no use. He has you flush against him, and if you thought he seemed strong before, your inability to move even an inch only proved it now. “Adrian, this is ridiculous. Let me go. I know it’s you,” you try to reason with him.
“Not until you calm down,” he says simply.
That pushes you over the edge again. “Calm down?” you practically yell, “I am…so…calm.” You thrash around in his grasp, desperately needing to be right.
His booming laugh echoes through the room, and you feel the vibrations from his laughter against your back. Groaning in frustration, you decide to switch tactics, opting to make your entire body go limp.
“Woah,” his grip loosens for a second as he nearly fumbles you. You twist around as fast as you can, grabbing his shoulders for balance when you almost fall over.
Both of you freeze. You stare into his eyes: green, behind a pair of silver-rimmed aviator glasses. You stare at his ever-so-slightly messy, brown, curly hair. At his face, with a ghost of a smile still showcasing his dimples. It’s him. It’s Adrian.
“See,” you smirk, “I am calm.”
He releases you and groans, squeezing his temples with his palms. “No, no, no, no. You weren’t supposed to know,” he turns away.
“Well, what’s so different now?” you frown at him.
“I kept it separate so you could meet me without the mask, but then we were still friends with the mask, and then it got so complicated but it was still working and now you know part of my secret identity and I don’t –”
“Wait,” a few more pieces start to come together in your mind, “you’ve been following me.”
Adrian turns to look at you, a somewhat guilty look on his face, “Well…yeah.” You stare at him and raise your eyebrows, waiting for him to continue. “It started because I needed to make sure no one realized I brought that gang member here – ”
“Oh, so that was a gang member,” you click your tongue.
“Shit. Did I say gang member? I meant hhhang…member.”
“That’s not a thing, Adrian.”
“That’s a thing, that’s totally a thing. That’s someone you hang out with.”
“And what about the hospital? You bumped into me there. Were you even visiting someone?” you ask pointedly.
“Yes. Of course I was visiting someone, why would I just be at the hospital?”
“Who?”
“Who, what?”
“Who were you visiting, Adrian?”
“My friend.”
“Which friend?”
“One of my friends…you don’t know him.”
You’re completely unconvinced but move on. “Fine. What about the bar? You…” you hesitate, voice softening as you remember how he saved you that night, “You made sure that guy didn’t drag me with him. How were you there?”
He gets visibly antsy at the question, looking everywhere but at you. “I was…on patrol. Nearby. And I saw you.”
“But you weren’t in your costume.”
“It’s a suit.”
“Were you following me?”
“Just…” he sighs, defeated, “Just to make sure everything was okay. It was your first time out! And then that guy was so touchy and pushy; I saw the face you made at him. And then he was trying to drag you when you were leaving, I had to make sure he wouldn’t ever do that.”
Placing your hands on your hips in defeat, you exhale, closing your eyes. Right, so he’s been following me. And it seems like he was there when I got to the bar. Trying to…protect me? Pretty excessive…but he did make sure I was okay and that Parker didn’t take me with him. He made sure –
Your eyes snap open. “What do you mean you made sure he wouldn’t ever do that?”
“Oh. I killed him.”
“Right…and when you say that, you mean?”
“I mean he was doing that stuff all night to a bunch of different girls at the bar. He even tried to spike some of their drinks. So I killed him.”
You’re at a loss for words. If anything, this is a wakeup call that you’re not dealing with just a sweet nerdy guy. This is Adrian. He’s the Vigilante. A killer. And maybe he only kills bad people, but he’s still a killer.
But…you knew this. You’ve known this. You’ve known this from the beginning; from the moment you brought him home. Sure, you didn’t know his name at first, but you knew he was a killer. You found out he was Vigilante, and still, you were fine with the friendship. You’d even wanted to take it beyond a friendship with Vig. What’s changed now?
“I just…” you sit down at the kitchen island, suddenly exhausted. “I guess I’m just trying to merge both parts of you into one. It’s taking me a minute.” He sits next to you, studying your face. The two guys I’ve been dreaming about, trying to choose between…they’re the same person. It’s all Adrian.
You address his concern from earlier, “Why’s it so bad now that I’ve seen you?”
He turns away, “I don’t know. I guess I wasn’t sure how you’d take it. It was kinda getting out of control, and I was worried I’d slip up and say something the other me said, and then you’d be mad. But then you seemed to like Adrian more, which kind of shocked me because most of my friends like Vigilante better."
“I like both parts of you.”
“I can tell. You were moaning both names in your sleep.”
“Adrian,” you whine, wincing and looking away.
“No, it’s okay. It was really hot. I mean, I was having a hard time not –”
“Let’s change the subject?” you cut him off abruptly.
He grins at you, reaching over to envelope your face in his hands, “Why are you blushing?”
You open your mouth to retort but think better of it. Huffing, you pull his hands away. “I’m still hungry. I barely ate,” you turn toward the now-cold food and grab a box, taking it to the couch.
“Ooo, what movie should we watch?”
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Not much had happened after the confrontation the night you’d found out Vigilante was actually Adrian. You’d finished eating as the two of you watched a scary movie, the name of which you’ve since forgotten. Really, you hadn’t been able to focus much on the tv, too busy detangling the overlapping wires in your brain.
You spent half the movie mentally explaining to yourself why it was completely wrong that Vig was Adrian and Adrian was Vig, why it was wrong to have feelings for someone so dangerous as a killer, why you should be feeling a certain way… until you gave up. None of it felt wrong, and past the initial shock of having been lied to about his identity, you were glad to be rid of the decision between the men that had been looming over your head. Everything felt right when you were with him, with or without the mask.
So by the second half of the movie, you’d just accepted him as Adrian and laid your head on his shoulder, locking arms. You didn’t think he noticed at first, so engrossed in the movie as the on-screen killer brutally murdered a few victims with a chainsaw, until he rested his own head on yours.
After the movie ended, Adrian changed into his Vigilante suit, jumping out in front of you with a, ‘Ta da!’, making you laugh at his antics while you took the opportunity to rake your eyes over his (very) well-fitting uniform.
Thursday and Friday went by quickly. You had been worried about facing Kassie after finding out it was Adrian that had killed Parker, but to your surprise, you didn’t have much difficulty. Unfortunately, you still couldn’t conjure up any sympathy for Parker, despite inadvertently getting him killed. So you let it go.
Now, as you park in your garage after Saturday’s shift, you feel yourself getting…nervous. It started about 6 hours ago, when you texted Adrian, asking what time he was going to pick you up.
The gnawing feeling in your heart started out small, barely noticeable. Throughout the remainder of your workday, however, the pressure in your chest grew to the size of an elephant. Now? It honestly feels like the weight of the world, the anxiety sending radiations throughout your body with each heartbeat.
Finally alone with your thoughts, you try to decipher your emotions. Why am I so nervous? It’s just Adrian. Well. I guess it’s Vig… After building up the idea of being with Vig to such extraordinary heights, the reality is coming down on you hard. This is happening… it’s really happening. But you’re no stranger to the real world – you figure what’s been contributing to the anxiety is the very likely chance that Vig, or Adrian, really, won’t be everything you’ve been making him out to be.
As you mindlessly drop your bags in the kitchen and head to the bathroom to get ready, you pull yourself off the ledge. He’s just a man. Yes, he’s considerate and sweet, maybe a little creepy, but he is just a man. Everything’s going to be fine. Everything’s going to be just fine. As you snap out of your head, you look up into the mirror to see you’re naked. In a split second, you rush out of the bathroom to grab your speaker. Scampering back, you connect it to your phone, playing your ‘favorites’ playlist.
The shower is relaxing, the heat loosening the knots in your body you’d gathered from stressing about the date. Is this your first date in eight – no – twelve months? Yes. Technically, you’d gone on a coffee date with Adrian, but that was last second and rather casual. Is this your first date with someone who could be argued is a serial killer? Yes. Are you out of your mind? Probably.
But is he? I mean, if anything he’s more Dexter than Ted Bundy. And I really fuck with Dexter, soooo…
Wrapping up your shower, you wipe yourself down and turn on the hairdryer. Shaking your head as the air blasts through the device, you force yourself to stop overthinking. Clearly, the universe wants this to happen, who am I to say no?
Dropping your towel to moisturize every inch of your body, you scold yourself. Before you’d found out Adrian was Vig, you’d stopped by the salon for a wax. You’ve never preemptively decided to have sex on first dates, but you always thought it was good to be prepared. Since the confrontation, with the countless dreams (and daydreams, for that matter) you’ve been having of Vig, of Adrian, the thought of actually having sex is…scary. But you know yourself, and being perfectly waxed is definitely going to steer you in that direction.
You head back to your bedroom after checking the time. 40 minutes left. Grabbing a sleek black dress from your closet, you drape it over your bed as you walk to your vanity. Makeup doesn’t take long, and you opt for a medium coverage base with a soft smokey eye, a bit of contour, pink blush, and your favorite lip tint: a low-effort sexy look in your books.
Satisfied, you pull on a black lace G-string and matching push-up bra. Shimmying the dress down, you plump up your breasts and admire yourself in the mirror. I’m gonna eat him up.
Your doorbell rings. Checking the time, you realize it has to be Adrian. You turn off the music. Confidence on your side, you take a deep breath and head to the front door, taking a second to fluff your hair before opening it.
Your breath catches, and the greeting is stuck in your throat. The confidence you’d cultivated for the past hour falters slightly before you pick it back up. Adrian stands in front of you with blue jeans and a white button up peeking above and below a dark maroon sweater. You catch him staring at your chest just before his eyes meet yours. He smiles at you and pulls a hand from behind his back to reveal a single stem red rose, still misted.
“You look so fucking beautiful,” he mutters, eyes trailing down your body. You clear your throat and his eyes, still filled with awe, snap back up to your face.
“Thank you. Come in,” you look around the street and point toward the rose in his hands, “Did you get this from my neighbor’s house?”
“Yes! It’s the prettiest one I could find,” he beams, stepping inside and locking the door.
“Thank you, Adrian. But you really shouldn’t take my neighbor’s r—” You look up mid-sentence, suddenly aware he’s standing just centimeters away from you. The air is charged, and he brings his hand between the two of you to offer the rose. You gently take the rose, feeling your fingers brush over his to hold the stem. He hesitates before letting go, and you, forgetting the rose is fresh, hold the stem a bit firmly so it doesn’t fall out of your grasp.
You yelp softly as a thorn pricks your finger, drawing a drop of blood.
Adrian’s demeanor quickly shifts, worry evident on his face, “Are you okay?” He takes the rose. “I’ll handle this. Did it get you? I should’ve inspected it better. I thought I got all of them. Let me see,” he bumbles out, grabbing your finger. Before you can object, he pulls it to his mouth and sucks.
Your mouth falls open at the sight and feeling of your finger in his mouth, and a heat creeps up your cheeks. As you lock eyes again, you’re praying the makeup isn’t exposing your blush.
He brings your finger down and inspects it, smiling. “There. All better,” he walks over to your kitchen and calls back to you, “Are you ready to go?”
You snap out of your trance and follow him, “Yeah. Just need my shoes and purse.” He’s cutting the offending thorn off the stem, leaving it completely harmless, before placing it in a small vase from below your sink. You smile at the sight, pivoting to grab your purse from the bedroom.
As you make your way back to the front door, you bend to grab a set of heels. Slipping them on, you straighten and turn toward Adrian, who’s leaning against the wall, arms crossed and head tilted, staring at your ass.
“You know, if I didn’t realize you were Vigilante before, I’d definitely know now,” you roll your eyes at him despite the internal satisfaction at your choice of dress.
“What? Why?” he questions in genuine disbelief as you unlock the front door.
“You stare at my ass the exact same way.”
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The restaurant he chose was nice. It’s a slightly upscale Italian spot downtown. The warm ambient lighting sets a mellow, seductive atmosphere. After the host shows the two of you to the reserved table, Adrian pulls your chair back for you to sit. As he takes his own seat, a waiter comes to your table with menus.
You order a glass of wine to settle the remaining nerves occasionally buzzing through your heart. As you try to look through the menu, you catch Adrian stealing glances at you. You do your best to suppress a smile.
Just as you’re noting how unusually quiet he is, he asks, “Did you know bald eagles mate for life?”
The waiter returns with a glass of wine. You thank him, staring into your date’s eyes as you sip. “Are you suggesting we mate for life, Adrian?”
You see his ears turning red as he stammers, “I didn’t – I wasn’t trying to say that we should. I mean, I totally would. But I wasn’t trying to suggest that without—”
“I’m messing with you,” you laugh, taking another sip, “No, I didn’t know that bald eagles mate for life. Did you know swans also mate for life?”
He calms at your admission, proudly smiling, “Yes. I knew that. Did you know bald eagles can fly up to, like 300 miles per hour? They swoop down and stab prey with their claws.” He motions the end of his sentence with a clawed hand.
It’s definitely not 300 miles per hour. “No, I didn’t know that either. That’s pretty fast,” you nod at the menu, “Have you been here before? Do you know what to get?”
He sighs, “No. I have no idea. I thought I’d just get whatever you order since we have the same taste.”
At that, you look up at him, “You know, I think you figured that we have the same taste pretty early on, but I don’t remember how.”
“Cereal,” he shrugs, “I saw it when I was at your place for the first time. And I had some food from your fridge. I just liked everything you had, so I figured we like the same things.”
You go to sip your wine again and realize it’s nearly done. You polish it off. “Good reasoning,” you reply. Your eyes graze over his arms as he flips the menu over, noticing his barely concealed muscles underneath the sweater. Dragging your gaze up, you see his face contorted in a look of confusion and uncertainty, skimming over the options. His curls are neat today, and you note he’s recently had a haircut.
Your eyes move down, watching his lips move ever-so slightly, quietly reading. God, I’m so fucked.
You’ve already started speaking before you can control yourself, “Hey. Help me find the washroom?”
He looks up at you, about to raise his hand, “Let me call the waiter.”
You reach over the table and keep his hand lowered, “I’m sure we can find it together. Let’s go check.” You stand, smoothing out your dress as he gets up. Taking his hand, you drag him toward the back of the restaurant. At the back, you turn, spotting the washroom signage.
“Found it,” Adrian stops in his tracks.
You look up at him – motivated by the wine? your desire? him? you’re not sure, probably all of the above – and pull him with you. “Come here… I need your help.”
“Oh, sure,” he offers, following behind you. Luckily, it’s a single-use room and locks from the inside. Dragging him in, you close the door and turn to face him.
“Do you need help with your dress or –”
You step toward Adrian and grab his face, slamming your lips against his, feeling your teeth nearly hit his in the process.
He pulls back in shock, stunned silent. The two of you stare at each other, immobile. You can’t read his face. Regret starts creeping into your mind. Oh fuck what did I do?
You open your mouth to apologize when he closes the gap between you two and kisses you, knocking you into the door.
Adrian grabs your waist, pulling you flush against him as your hands snake behind his head into his hair, pulling him into you. You open your mouth slightly and he slips his tongue in, deepening the kiss. His hands travel to your hips, using them as leverage to push himself into you.
Needing to be closer, he pulls one of your legs over his hip, struggling to maintain composure as his kisses grow sloppy. You feel him hardening against you, and you moan into his mouth softly, breaking the kiss.
“Holy shit I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he says in your ear, gently rutting into you as he pulls your dress higher to expose your underwear. He adjusts his grip, swiftly scooping both your legs and using the door as leverage to hold you up and push his crotch directly into yours.
You look down into his eyes, pupils dilated behind his slightly fogged-up glasses. As you kiss him, he grinds against you. With less layers between the two of you, you feel him even more intensely. This time, you’re unable to suppress the moan that escapes you.
“God, you sound even prettier when you’re awake,” he whispers before biting your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a hickey.
*Knock Knock Knock*
The two of you freeze. You hear knocking again, this time more urgent. Adrian puts you down and fixes your dress. As you freshen your hair and turn to unlock the door, he pulls you back in for another kiss.
“Adrian, we’re gonna get kicked out!” you whisper.
His laugh rings out in the closed space, “I don’t give a shit. I just wanna be with you.” You smile and grab his hand, opening the door. An elderly woman is waiting outside, her eyebrows raised at the two of you as you exit the washroom.
Before Adrian is able lead you back to the table, you pull him in close. Under the guise of a hug, you whisper up into his ear, “As much as I love that you brought us here, I think we should go home.”
He pulls back with a look of worry, “Are you alright?”
“No.”
“What’s wrong?” he tucks your hair behind your right ear.
summary: reader wrestles with her feelings for both Vigilante and Adrian
pairing: Adrian Chase x F reader / Vigilante x F reader
wordcount: 2k+
tags: NSFW, medium smut (dp, piv, pia), dom!Vigilante, plot/fluff
notes: reader’s just a freak idk guys (she’s just like me fr). Laughed maniacally writing this bc I’m insane. Hope it’s acceptable for y’all
Part 10 of ?
Ao3
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Adrian texted you for the first time two days after your date, when you were in the middle of your work shift.
(Unknown Number) – It’s Adrian! What kind of food do you usually go for?
You – Hi Adrian!
You – Depends on the mood. Asian, Italian, I’m not too picky.
You – Right now I’d kill for some Chinese takeout lol
You were worried he might be one of those people who cared too much about “double” texting when he didn’t respond right away. But he eventually got back to you a few hours later.
Adrian – That does sound good :D
Adrian – Should I make a reservation before or after asking you out?
You – Definitely after. What if I say no?
At the time, you’d laughed at your own playfulness, but Adrian had seemed to take you seriously.
Adrian – Oh, right.
Adrian – Can I please go on a date with you?
You – Yes, Adrian. Of course you may
Adrian – Great, I’ll make the reservation!
At least you found out he wasn’t much of a player. You had to explain why he should ask your schedule before making the reservation. Eventually, after some back and forth, the two of you settled on the following weekend, in ten days’ time.
The more you thought about Adrian, the more refreshing he seemed. Most men you’d encountered both romantically and otherwise were arrogant and condescending at worst and willfully ignorant at best. Adrian was, well, not on that spectrum.
And as your thoughts drifted toward Adrian, the sharpness of your feelings toward Vigilante seemed to dull. Adrian was slowly replacing the parts of your brain that were stuck on the masked man. Everything you wanted from Vigilante for weeks and weeks, everything you ached for, you were getting from Adrian. His daily check-ins, reassurances, and consistent presence. Yet for some reason, you still held a torch in your heart for Vigilante. It was natural, you convinced yourself: you knew him more, he’d saved your life, taken care of you, and was your first friend here.
It didn’t help when Vigilante went MIA for nearly a week. As they say, ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’. It was hard having feelings for both men, your heart playing a terrible game of tug-of-war.
Eventually, though, you decided to save the conflict for later and confront Vigilante the next time you saw him, to settle the score once and for all. That way, you were able to put him out of your mind. For the most part.
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“Ohhh..fffuckkk,” you squeeze your eyes shut at the pressure. You’re naked and straddling Adrian; he’s sitting at the edge of the bed, gripping your hips tightly as he guides you down onto his cock. Gently kissing your jaw as he pushes into you, he lets out a deep growl.
“Slow! Slow…” you squeeze his shoulders as an indication to stop. He pauses, his tip barely past your entrance.
Adrian releases a shaky breath and pulls you in closer. “I don’t know if I can,” he whispers against your neck. You barely suppress a moan as you move your body down to take more of him. He moves your hair aside to kiss the sensitive area just below your ear. You melt into him, and he uses the opportunity to sheath himself inside you with one push. The stretch of him causes you to cry out, and you take a deep breath to get used his girth. As Adrian leans back on the bed, he grabs your waist and pulls you with him to lay down.
A second set of hands grabs you from behind and starts rolling your hips, helping Adrian slowly fuck into you. The deep, measured thrusts create a growing pit of pleasure inside you, and you lose all control of the noises coming out of your mouth. The four hands squeeze and caress every inch of you as Adrian’s mouth devours your lips and neck.
“Adrian, more,” you say against him, bucking your hips into his. He smiles against you, shaking his head no. You’re about to complain when you feel the second set of hands let you go, only to be replaced with a gentle prodding at your ass. A warm dribble of saliva drips down to your hole, and the man behind you rubs his cock into it before slowly pushing in.
“Uhhnn –” you start to complain, but Adrian shushes you.
“It’s okay, you can take both of us… We know you want this,” he groans in your ear, maintaining his slow thrusts into you.
As the man behind you pushes in further, he grips your hips tighter; the sensation makes you whimper. “You’re being so good,” Vigilante’s voice coos behind you. Every agonizing second, you feel pushed to the brim, and it’s almost too much. Yet you’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel like ecstasy – the pain slowly subsides, increasing your desperation with each movement of the men sandwiching you.
Vigilante groans as he pushes in completely. Both men stop moving the second they’re both buried inside you. Every inch of your skin is on fire with need, but both of their hands are busy running over your body in worship. Itching for friction, you move your body forward but are caught and held still by Adrian as he bites your neck. You feel your walls flutter, squeezing both men tight. Vigilante gently scoops your hair in his hand, taking time to gather it neatly before using it to pull you off Adrian and bring you closer to him. He takes his other hand to hold your jaw in place. He leans down to whisper in your ear.
“Beg.”
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An orgasm rips through your body as you wake up. Oh for fuck’s sake… You push off the covers once the waves of pleasure subside. Sitting up in bed, you hold your face in your hands. This can’t be healthy. I need to get a grip. What, now I’m literally cumming from dreaming about them? Good job. One date with Adrian and you’re already a freak. And Vig? Finally starting to get over him, yet you still want him in you.
Once you have enough of berating yourself, you check the time. 07:32PM. Fantastic, and that was a nap. Standing up, you close your bedroom window and draw the blinds. You shiver. Definitely kept the window open too long. Still gets a little cold at night. Pulling an oversized sweater over your satin slip, you drag yourself to the bathroom to splash cold water on your face in an attempt to smite the demons inside your head. As you pat your face dry on your towel, you hear your stomach growling.
Trying to remember what you have in your fridge, you make your way down the hall to your kitchen. Your options for tonight are to have leftovers or to cook. Dissatisfied with either option, you decide to skip dinner altogether. You’ve barely closed the refrigerator door when you hear knocking from your backyard.
Startled, you look to see Vigilante, takeout bag in-hand, waving at you. With the dream still at the forefront of your mind, you’re acutely aware of how aroused you still are when you see his striped sweater and imagine ripping it off him. Please stop. You smile and wave back. Taking a deep breath before heading to unlock the door, you try to play off your internal distress as you welcome him in.
“I brought dinner!” he stoops to pick up a large duffel bag at his feet as he enters your house.
“Please don’t tell me there’s someone in there,” you whine, scrunching your eyebrows. A black cat trails not far behind him, and you bend down, calling her over. She rubs her body against you in curiosity before walking off. You close the door, satisfied.
“Huh? Oh. No, this is the rest of my suit! I figured it would save time if I left from here instead of going home first,” he sets his duffel next to your work purse and heads into your kitchen. “I wasn’t sure exactly what you liked so I got you all my favorites,” he explains, grabbing two drinks from your fridge.
As he makes his way to the kitchen island and sets the bag and drinks down, you ask, “What did you bring? I was gonna skip dinner until you came, actually.”
You peek into the takeout bag just as he replies, “Chinese takeout. As an apology for not stopping by all week.”
“Oh my gosh, that’s perfect,” you beam at him, “Thank you.” You sit, pulling everything out of the bag.
“Did you sleep well?”
Your heart skips a beat. You freeze and look up at him, “What?”
“I heard you…sleeping,” Vigilante sits next to you, helping you open the containers. My fucking window.
“Uhh…yeah. Yeah, I slept fine,” you turn his chair away from yours before he can notice how deep a shade of scarlet your face has turned. Grabbing a set of chopsticks, you sit with your back to his. He takes his mask off, breathing in deeply as he sets it down on the counter.
“You moan a lot in your sleep.”
Shit. “No, I don’t.”
“Yeah, you kind of do.”
There’s no way we’re talking about this right now. “Why don’t we just eat?”
“What were you dreaming about?”
“Vig?”
“Yeah?”
“Drop it.”
You’re dead silent the rest of the meal, forcing yourself to eat at least a little after losing your appetite from his line of questioning. On the other hand, he tucks into his food, leaning against you, completely relaxed. Reluctantly, you lean back, trying desperately to forget the conversation. Thank god I didn’t moan his name in my sleep. Or worse, Adrian’s. Adrian. Adrian or Vig…here goes nothing.
“Listen, I need to tell you something. I’m going to be a little busy on Saturday…like in a couple days,” you hesitate before continuing, “I have a date.”
You wait for his response, anticipating some sort of resistance, outburst, or objection, and subconsciously hold your breath.
“Oh,” he doesn’t even sound amused as he continues eating.
“What do you mean, ‘oh’?” you blurt out.
“I mean, oh, like oh-kay,” he simply says.
You put your food down on the counter. “So you don’t care?”
“Well,” he pauses, swallowing, “I hope you have fun.”
“It sounds like you don’t care who I go on dates with.”
“Why do you keep saying that I don’t care? Of course I care who you go on dates with,” he stops eating.
“Yeah? So why don’t you ask me on a date?” you demand. The conversation isn’t going how you’d imagined, but you let it take its course. Your frustration is spilling over the edge - sexual, emotional, all of it.
“We’re...we’re friends,” he says softly.
“Are we? It doesn’t feel like it a lot of the time. It feels like more,” your heart is in your throat, and you don’t know whether you want to scream or cry.
“We’re friends,” he repeats, almost quieter.
Just as you’re about to object, a thought occurs to you that you’d never acknowledged before. Wait, have I been going crazy over a guy who’s already in a relationship? Yeah, he’s kinda been showing interest, but what if he’s just another pig who flirts with everyone? Deep down, you know that’s not who he is – that it doesn’t align with his personality or morals, but you’re too fueled by your emotions to listen to reason.
“Right…we’re friends. What is it, are you in a relationship already? You flirt with me, stare at me, stare at my tits, but refuse to ask me out? You have a girlfriend already, don’t you?”
He snorts, “Girlfriend? I don’t have a girlfriend.”
And your brain snaps.
It’s the same tone. The same cadence. The same words. The two different men, so similar in dress, in height, in interests, in their care for you – suddenly blend into one person. You connect the dots from the past few weeks. The hospital. The bar. The zoo. Those weren’t coincidences. You don’t have a type; this whole time, you’ve only had one person in mind.
You know he’s saying something, but you’re too distracted putting the pieces together in your mind to comprehend his words. He stops talking, waiting for a response to something you didn’t hear. Your heart thumps wildly.
summary: reader helps her friend recover from loss
pairing: Adrian Chase x F reader / Vigilante x F reader
wordcount: 2.5k+
tags: mentions of death, grief, (a few signs of clinical depression, but not stated outright), fluff/plot
notes: I realize now I’ve been using ‘tags’ above each chapter more as trigger warnings :l oh well. *Also* I know what many of you will think. “Shouldn’t reader have recognized Adrian/Vigilante by now?” NO. Clark Kent Effect. And irl no one’s going to want to believe someone they know is running around fighting crime. Even if they suspect it, denial is a powerful thing. That’s all. And I wanted to thank everyone who’s been reading, plus an extra thank you to those who have been commenting; sending love to all y’all.
Part 9 of ?
Ao3
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The beginning of April thankfully brought the sun out of hiding. On the other hand, it had been two weeks since Parker had been killed. Work lunches were solemn due to Kassie’s absence.
You and Julia took turns visiting her every couple of days. Julia never failed to bring her flowers and snacks, and you never failed to bring baked goods and home-cooked meals. Every time she would see either one of you, Kassie would break down in tears, sharing memories about her cousin until she exhausted herself from crying. This peaked the day of his funeral, with Kassie nearly unable to make it to the end of the service. Since then, she seemed to retreat into a shell, and it was utterly heartbreaking.
Now, at the end of Kassie’s two-week work leave, you and Julia both decided it was time to drag her out of her house in an effort to instill some life back into her.
The two of you had dropped in unexpected to convince Kassie to shower and change. You’re both standing in Kassie’s parents’ living room when you hear her finish up and come down the stairs.
“Kassie, honey, you look nice,” Kassie’s mom says, leaving the kitchen to send her daughter off with a hug, “Have a nice time out, sweetie.”
As you and Julia usher Kassie out the door before she can object, her mom mouths a ‘thank you’. You nod at her and close the front door behind you.
“First thing’s first Kass. We’re getting a happy drink,” Julia proposes as she gets into her car. As you walk past her passenger seat, Julia calls after you, “Wait, where are you going?”
“I’m gonna follow you guys in mine,” you unlock your own car, “Need to pick up some things from the store later.” You start the engine, following Julia out of the quiet neighborhood.
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Ten minutes later, you’re all standing in line at a juice shop. “This is your idea of a ‘happy’ drink?” Kassie rolls her eyes, sighing and slumping down at a table near the entrance.
“Yes! Of course it is!” beams Julia, “Just trust me.”
As Julia orders, you sit next to Kassie. You watch her tentatively before looking outside the glass front of the shop. The sun is finally coming out for today, and if you’re being honest with yourself, you need the sun just as much as Kassie. The months of rain and grey skies had made you almost forget where you were.
You close your eyes and imagine yourself absorbing the rays of sunshine as they hit your body. Vigilante had come over a couple times since the day Parker had died, and it was more of the same awkward, borderline sexual tension between the two of you. The last visit, a few days ago, he’d nearly walked in on you changing for work in the bathroom. You’d shrieked, “Vig – hey! We knock in this house!”
“Sorry, jeez. But I’ve seen you almost naked. You don’t need to worry that much.”
“Yeah? Well? I – I still worry.”
And that just so happened to be the same day you’d lost your favorite red thong. You’re trying to remember all the places you could have possibly misplaced it when you hear Julia joining you at the table, three drinks in tow.
“Drink! I promise this will make everyone’s day,” she gasps, “And look! The sun’s out. Ugh, it feels soooo good!” She rubs her hands together and warms them up in the sunlight.
The two of you thank her, and you ask, “So what are we doing today, girls?”
“I was thinking. The zoo is like, 10 minutes from here. Why don’t we walk? I mean, when was the last time either of you went to the zoo?”
You nod in agreement, “Oh, that’s great. I haven’t gone in forever!” Kassie doesn’t seem particularly enthusiastic, but you can see some life coming back into her eyes as she sips from her straw.
Opting to walk with the drinks, the three of you casually make your way toward the zoo. You and Julia do most of the talking. You keep the conversation casual, bringing up patient drama and making lighthearted plans to meet up in the future.
Eventually, by the time the three of you are standing in front of the zoo, Kassie’s started smiling at some of your jokes and has an arm interlinked with Julia.
The zoo itself is decent, the highlights of the visit being the moments each of you take turns snapping photos of each other, making faces and giggling.
As the three of you stand in front of the zoo’s gift shop near the exit, Kassie thanks the two of you, “Listen, guys. I know I’ve been pretty absent lately, and I know how much you both have been supporting me. I just wanted to say…thank you. I don’t know how I’d have gotten through everything without you two.” She tearfully smiles as she gives both of you a hug.
“Come on, I’ll take you home,” Julia holds Kassie's hand and looks at you, “Do we split here?”
“Yeah, I’ll see you both on Monday,” you wave them goodbye and watch them exit the zoo to walk back to their parking spot.
Turning into the gift shop, you browse through the animal-themed trinkets. You’ve just reached the miniature bird figurines when you spot someone familiar reading an owl encyclopedia.
“Adrian?” you tilt your head to get a better look at him. He looks like a deer in headlights when he slams the book shut and turns toward you. “Adrian! Hi!” you smile.
“Hi –” he rushes out breathily, eyes still wide. Why’s he acting like I caught him doing something wrong? It’s just an owl book…
“Hey…it’s nice seeing you. You left before I got a chance to thank you properly the other night. Well, I guess I should thank you twice now. If you hadn’t been there… well I’m sure you heard about the guy that was killed. It was the same one who wouldn’t leave me alone. Who knows what would’ve happened if you hadn’t shown up,” you look around briefly before tentatively saying, “I probably wouldn’t be here right now.”
“No, you definitely would still be here! You wouldn’t have been killed,” he says rather loudly, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
Well, that’s super optimistic. He shuffles the book in his hands. God he’s handsome.
“So, um, what are you up to right now?” you ask, smiling up at him coyly, “Are you with someone? Maybe your wife… girlfriend… or something?” Damn, smooth. I still got it.
He snorts, crinkling his eyebrows and pushing up his glasses, “As if,” He scoffs, “I don’t have a girlfriend. Certainly don’t have a wife.”
Oh shit. “Oh, I meant; or a boyfriend or something,” you quickly correct yourself. God please no, please no, please –
“No. No, I don’t have any of those. Well, I mean I have a best friend. He has a girlfriend. Actually, no, not right now, it’s kinda complicated,” he shrugs.
Yes, thank you, god. Well, now or never. Nervous, you look at the figurines on the shelf next to you, picking up the owl and turning it over in circles. “Right. Well, in that case, let me take you on a coffee date,” you look up at him, heart beating out of your chest. It’s been forever since you’d last been on a date, and exactly never since you’d been the one asking the guy. But this guy had technically saved your life. “As a thank you,” you rush out.
Adrian’s eyes twinkle as he flashes you a smile, “Really? Let’s go! I know a spot around the corner.”
Oh, right now… “Uh, yeah! Just give me a few minutes. I wanted to buy a couple things,” you look back toward the shelf of mini birds to replace the owl and pick up a crow. Vigilante… a stab of guilt plunges into your heart. No, that’s not fair. That’s just…lust. Or something. But you’re unconvinced. The time you’d been spending with him was more than that, and the feelings? You’d barely been able to suppress those. It felt too real, and it was all unrequited. But is it unrequited? The number of times I’ve caught him staring…no. I’m allowed to go on dates; I’m not in a relationship with him or anything.
You keep the crow, deciding to gift it to him. The documentary the two of you watched a couple weeks back had really invigorated him. Vigilante had started asking you to quiz him on facts and made it a point to show you pictures he’d taken of crows during his days apart from you.
Moving toward the register, you pick up a keychain and stuffed bear to mail to family later in the week. As you pay and place the items in your purse, you see Adrian set the owl encyclopedia down in front of the clerk.
You smile up at him, “I’ll just be outside, okay?” He nods at you, reaching into his pocket. Making your way to the exit, you breathe in the cool air and turn to face the sun. You close your eyes, soaking in the warmth.
“Oooo! Perfect! Keep your eyes closed, and put your hands out,” you hear Adrian tell you. You laugh, confused, but open your hands in front of you. He places a small object in the center, and you shuffle it around, feeling around its corners and edges to try to figure out what it is. “Open,” he waits for your reaction.
You look down. An owl. That’s really cute. “You got me an owl,” your face lights up. You lean on one leg and stare into his eyes. How the hell is he getting sweeter by the minute?
He blushes, “Well, yeah. We’re kind of matching now. I got myself an owl book.” He gestures at the paper bag he's holding from the shop. All this, and no girlfriend? There’s gotta be some kind of fatal flaw in him. But I’m not seeing it.
“Let’s go? Which café were you talking about?”
He points across the street, “Just down that way a little. I pass by it all the time.” The two of you start walking in that direction. “You know, I just read that some owl ears are asymmetrical so they can hear from all different angles.”
“That’s really cool, I didn’t know that.” I’ll be damned if he doesn’t remind me of –
“And their eyeballs aren’t spheres like humans; they’re some other shape. I didn’t get to that part yet but wouldn’t it be so cool if they were, like, cubes or something?” he rambles.
You’ve heard four more owl facts before he stops in front of a quiet, nearly empty café. “We’re here,” he pauses, stepping up to hold the door open for you.
The barista greets the two of you and tells you to sit anywhere. You scan the room before pointing, “There’s a little booth to the side, let’s go there?”
Adrian turns his head to the area, nodding. As you pause to take off your jacket, you feel him help you out of it, taking it to the coat rack near the back corner of the café. But you frown as he removes his own jacket, noting his outfit of a teal, long-sleeved polo tucked into dark blue jeans.
Do I have a fucking type or something?
You’re still frowning when he pulls out the chair in front of you to sit. “Everything okay?” he questions when he notices.
“Yeah, you just… really remind me of someone.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, you dress a lot like… my friend. Like eerily similar,” you try to relax your expression. There’s gotta be a Nerds ‘R’ Us somewhere around here that sells those clothes. You suppress an evil smile. If there is, I need go shopping one day…
The barista approaches your table. “What can I get you two?”
“Do you guys have hot chocolate?” Adrian looks up at her.
“We do,” she pulls out a notepad to take the order.
“Could I get one of those, please?”
“Of course, and you?” the waitress turns toward you.
“The same, thank you,” you smile at her.
“Alright. I’ll be back in a few minutes,” she smiles back and returns to her station.
You turn your attention back to Adrian, who’s already staring at you. You clear your throat, trying not to falter under his gaze, “Good choice, by the way. I was gonna get coffee but liked your option better. Now, for the most important question.” you reach into your purse to find the owl. “What should we name him?”
He laughs, “I don’t know, what’s a good name for an owl?” Before you can respond, he blurts, “Ooo, Marvin. Or Owly. Owlina if it’s a girl. What was that owl’s name from the Tootsie Roll commercial? Or Zowl for zoo owl, because we found him in the zoo.”
You’re covering your mouth to stifle the giggles threatening to come out as he gives you countless names to choose from. He’s still going on when the waitress brings over the warm cups of hot chocolate.
He pauses his list to thank her but immediately picks the conversation back up, “What do you think? Any of those names fit?”
“I think Zowl is good. He looks like a Zowl,” you laugh, gently petting the figurine’s head. You let it sit in the middle of the table between you two as you pick up your mug. “Do you want to look him up in your encyclopedia? See what kind of owl he is?”
Adrian perks up, pulling the book out of its bag and making room for it on the table. He skims through the table of contents, eventually flipping a couple dozen pages in. You watch him compare the figurine to the different pictures of owls to find the best match as you sip, enjoying the view.
“Here,” he points, “Tawny owl. It looks the most similar.”
You lean into the book, reading about the bird. “It looks like they’re pretty small. And they only live about four years.”
“Yeah. But solid owl. Territorial,” he drinks from his mug, “Huh. These are mostly in Europe.” He reads out a few more facts for you.
Handsome, sweet, nerdy… What else could I ask for? He reminds me of Vigilante, too. Without the danger, so probably better, to be honest.
Eventually, he finishes reciting information and looks up at you. As he’s about to close the book, you stop him, “Wait.” You polish off the rest of your drink, wiping your mouth on a napkin as you pull a pen out of your purse along with your lipstick. Reapplying it, you grab a fresh napkin to kiss off the excess. You bring the napkin down to the table and use the pen to write your phone number. After waving the napkin twice to make sure it’s all dry, you place it in his book to mark the page for Tawny owls.
“Now we’re really matching. And you’ll remember me,” you give him a flirtatious look, “That’s my number. You should ask me out on another date.”
Adrian flashes a smile in response, full of innocence, but you can feel the magnetism between the two of you, “I will.”
summary: reader wakes up in the morning to shocking news
pairing: Adrian Chase x F reader / Vigilante x F reader
wordcount: 2.2k+
tags: mentions of death, grief, domestic life, fluff/plot
notes: lots of dialogue </3 I hate writing dialogue but it must be done. Guys also, the smut is taking longer to get to because let’s be real this has evolved into a slightly longer slow burn. (and by ‘guys’ I mean myself because I want to write such a nasty disgusting chapter already but *plot* & I want it to be realistic). Also pls feel free to give feedback if you’re satisfied/unsatisfied with smth
**Additionally** some people read the unedited version of the last chapter; if that's you, I apologize; it's proper since 8 hours after initially posting
Part 8 of ?
Ao3
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You feel like you’ve barely slept when your phone starts blowing up with messages. Annoyed, you reach out to your bedside table, groping around until you find it and turn the ringer off.
With a huff, you adjust your body back to its sleeping position and try to go back to bed. Despite the warmth that meets you, you’re wide awake. I swear to god… You've never had a restful sleep after a night of drinking, and today was no exception. So, you reach back to your table and grab your phone. You wince at the initial blinding light before lowering the brightness.
Kassie – Guys, someone was killed outside the bar yesterday, and Parker hasn’t messaged me since I left last night
Julia – OMG? What do you mean someone died? Like actually died?
Kassie – Yes. It’s all over the news.
Kassie – I keep calling Parker but he’s not responding
Kassie – I don’t know what to do
Julia – Everything’s going to be fine, I’m sure he just hooked up with someone like the last time he went MIA
The intensity of the light hurts your eyes, and you wince, trying to blink away the tears. What the hell? Killed? Shit, we were there all night…
You – Wait what
You – Someone died?
Thinking back, you remember seeing Parker saying goodbye to his friends and leaving the bar. Another message comes in.
Kassie – Police just called
Kassie – It’s Parker
Kassie – He’s dead
Your heart drops. Oh, Kassie. You and Julia send messages of condolences and comfort, offering to come over, but Kassie responds to neither of you. Would she want to be alone? Should we make sure she’s okay? Or…
You debate the topic with Julia. The two of you decide it best to at least check-in on her in-person. As you two set a time to visit her, a message from Kassie comes into the group chat.
Kassie – Yeah
Kassie – Just need to be with family
You set your phone down. The hangover certainly isn’t helping the shock of the news. You feel incredibly bad for Kassie, knowing how hard the next few weeks will be for her, for her family. You try to muster up some of the same sympathy for Parker, but mentally berate yourself when you can’t.
He was an asshole…I’m sure, maybe, on some level, that he might have been decent but…he also seemed pretty pushy and toxic. It almost feels like you’re playing devil’s advocate, but with you as the devil. Was it the years of tragedy you’d seen in your line of work that numbed you? Was it witnessing death yourself that numbed you? You had learned in school that everyone responded to grief in different ways, but you never really seemed to have much of a reaction when it was someone you knew. Sure, you’d tear up hearing news of atrocities and the toll of war, but when it came to those in your life, you didn’t have much to say, or feel for that matter, in the event of a death.
In fact, before Kassie responded in the group chat, you’d been hoping that Julia would agree to give Kassie some space. It isn’t that you don’t care for Kassie, you note, but that you really aren’t sure what you should say to her at a time like this.
But what to do? You know that. Pulling up a note on your phone, you make a short grocery list. Flour, eggs, sugar, cocoa… As you try to remember what you have in your pantry, you start to slowly sit up. Grabbing the bottle on your table, you take a sip. Wait, did I put this here last night? Hmm. Must have. Who else…Vigilante didn’t come by, couldn’t have been him.
Peeling yourself from your bed, you yawn and make your way to the kitchen, list in hand. Anyway, I’ll make her brownies, everyone likes brownies. Maybe some scones? Andddd maybe lasagna? That way it’s not all one type of food.
You have a few necessary items in your pantry, but currently only enough to make the scones. Scones it is. Opening your fridge, you grab four oranges, butter, Greek yogurt, and two eggs. Might as well make a double batch. You pull out a couple mixing bowls and measuring cups. As you open the pantry cabinet, taking out flour, salt, and baking soda and powder, you grab your phone to turn on your ‘Relax’ playlist.
Your hands move with a mind of their own, and as you relax into the process of measuring and mixing, you catch yourself humming. You stop and close your eyes, exhaling deeply. I’m a psychopath. Someone has died and I’m humming. Like a psychopath.
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Finally placing the tray of scones into the oven to bake, you smile in satisfaction and start cleaning up the kitchen.
Yawning again as you rinse the soap from the final dish, you decide to make a bit of tea as a pick-me-up. You start the kettle, reaching into your cabinet for the tea box. You almost drop it when you hear your sliding door opening.
“Holy shit it smells good in here,” a voice booms. Your brain goes through a million thoughts at once. Always barging in. You cringe. Jeez, I hope he forgot about last time…
You’re snatched out of your thoughts when you turn to see Vigilante, dressed in a long-sleeved polo and jeans, crossing the kitchen to open the oven door, “What’s in here?”
“No. Close that!” you exclaim, rushing over to him, squeezing in between him and the oven to close it. You turn to face him and half-heartedly frown, “You’ll let the heat out. Turn the light on instead.”
You reach back and point at the light switch on the oven’s control center. He goes to turn it on, but you’re in the way. You start losing your balance before there’s time to move, and he reaches around to grab your waist and steady you. You blush at the feeling, setting your hand over his to loosen his grip and step aside. Vigilante crouches, seemingly unphased.
“What are these? They smell so good! Did you make them? What is that? Is it orange?” he gushes, staring intently into the oven.
Turning back to your kettle and waiting for it to finish, you reply, “They’re orange scones. Thanks, yeah, I made them.” You hesitate, “You can have a couple if you want.”
“Really? Awhh, thank you! I’m starving, I’ve been running around,” he stands to turn the oven light off, leaning against the kitchen counter, arms folded over his chest. God, his chest. You pull out two mugs.
“Tea?” you offer, shaking the box of tea.
“Sure, if it tastes good together,” he shrugs. As you place the tea bags and pour the boiling water, the oven timer goes off. Carefully, you pull the tray out and let it cool on top of the stove.
“Milk?” you ask him.
“Oh, no thanks,” he stares at you going around the kitchen. After placing the two mugs on the kitchen island, you grab the orange glaze, taking a spoon to drizzle it over three of the scones while the rest cool.
Vigilante reaches into a cabinet above you, grabbing two plates. As he brings them down, you feel his body brush against yours. You feel goosebumps spread across your skin, your heartrate picking up. He places the plates down on the counter, looking at you intently.
You look up at him, and you find yourself wanting to rip his mask off and just kiss him. Despite all the speeches you’ve given yourself about focusing on you and making real friends, you still want to feel, grab, pull, and bite all over his body. Is it the mask? The anonymity? Not sure. But for the life of you, you can’t seem to shake these feelings.
Yet you don’t do anything. You know your fantasies can run as wild as they want, but the boundaries the two of you set (well, that he set) are still very much there.
“Thanks,” you look away, hoping your face hadn’t betrayed your thoughts. You try to cool your cheeks and forehead with the back of your hands before quickly plating the scones and handing Vigilante his.
The two of you make your way to the kitchen island. “Fuck, I’m gonna stuff my face with these, I cannot wait,” he examines his plate. As you sit on your chair, you smile when he gently turns you to face away from his seat.
He grunts as you hear him pulling of his mask, setting it on the counter and sitting down behind you. You grab your tea and for his verdict.
“Hmmmfff,” he moans through a full mouth, “vvvssss sss ggggooo.”
You laugh, “Yeah?”
“This..is so good. I need these, like, every day. Holy shit,” he says, taking another bite and leaning back slightly in his seat. His back touches yours, and you’re momentarily startled. But before he can pull away, you lean into him, grateful for the support. Standing and working is one thing, but now that you’ve sat down, you can feel the remnants of the hangover.
“Are you alright?” he asks softly.
“I’m okay; just had a long night,” you reply. The warmth from your mug and his body is comforting.
“Oh…did something…happen?”
“No, well, yes. Some freak that was messing with me all night was killed,” you sip your tea.
“Right. How do you, uh, feel about that?” he asks tentatively. It’s like I’m at the therapist. Great line of questioning so far.
“Honestly? I just wish he hadn’t been bothering me. But he’s my friend’s cousin. So she’s pretty broken up, I think. That’s why I made her some food,” you gesture toward the kitchen.
“What?! You’re telling me I’m eating death scones?”
Definitely not at the therapist. “I made two batches,” you bite into yours. Not bad.
“Oh. Okay,” he resumes eating. Oddball. You smile, enjoying the feeling of his body against yours. He sets the plate onto the counter after a few minutes and starts on his tea. You check the time. 8:02AM.
“What are you up to today?” you question. I wonder what his daytimes look like.
“Me? Oh, nothing crazy. Just the usual. Keeping up my secret identity, cleaning my gear, playing a little DND,” he pauses, “Do you think I can take some of these with me?”
“What, the scones? Yeah, I can pack some for you,” a deep satisfaction blooms in your heart. As he continues talking, you indulge a little, allowing yourself to feel a fraction of the ache you’ve been holding in your heart for the man sitting behind you. You sigh after some time, trying to reel it back.
“…and I’m in the middle of refreshing the paint on a few of the pieces—”
“Hey,” you interrupt, unable to control the words spilling out of you.
“Yeah?”
“Do you think you’ll ever…I mean, do you think we’ll ever sit face to face?” you bite your lip, waiting for a response. You know the answer, you’re sure you’ve asked him before. But you can’t help but hope for something different. He’s quiet for a while, and you swear you can feel him sink in his chair a little.
“I don’t know. I really want to but it’s not safe for you to know a lot about me. It kinda sucks but, like, we can still hang out. This is still fun, right?”
‘Fun’ isn’t exactly how you’d describe what this was. You can agree with ‘exciting’, ‘unpredictable’, and even ‘embarrassing’ (especially during your weaker moments), but the feelings you can’t quite shake don’t feel synonymous to ‘fun’.
And yet, you don’t want any of it to stop, so you force yourself to agree, “Right.” As you zone out, lost in your thoughts, Vigilante collects the dishes on the counter, stacking them. He stands to grab the empty cup from your hand, his hand overlapping your own, waiting patiently for you to release it. When you do, he doesn’t move. Brushing your eyes closed with his free hand, you feel him approach the side of your chair and wrap you in an embrace.
“I’m glad you’re okay,” he mumbles against your hair. You hold his arm closer to your chest. As you let go, he straightens and clears his throat, “You wanna watch a crow documentary? It’s called ‘A Murder of Crows’. I think because a group of crows is called a murder, but honestly, I’m kinda hoping it’s because they caught a bunch of crows murdering someone.”
“It’s kind of fitting, isn’t it? Because of the murder last night?” you remark. Okay maybe that was a little too far. A little ironic, a little morbid…
But his loud, boisterous laugh thunders behind you, shocking your eyes open. “That was…so good!” he squeezes out between laughs, “I didn’t even think of that!” You can’t help but laugh along. God, he was so contagious. Even when what he was laughing at was completely inappropriate.
You hear him pulling his mask on. Standing to turn the tv on, you hear him washing the dishes. As you queue up the documentary, you fall back onto the couch.
Quickly finishing and making his way over to you, Vigilante takes a seat, shaking his fists in excitement. “I have a good feeling about this,” he vibrates with excitement, turning toward the tv.
Pressing ‘Play’, you rest your head on his shoulder and watch as the National Geographic logo takes over the screen.
summary: reader tries to get over her obsession with Vigilante
pairing: Adrian Chase x F reader / Vigilante x F reader
wordcount: 2.3k
tags: plot/fluff
notes: we’re going somewhere with this plot, bear with me. I truly hope this fic actually does fit in 17-20 ch because I'm really not sure anymore. There's a lot more to come
Part 7 of ?
Ao3
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After that “night of delusion,” as you called it, you made a promise to yourself to refocus your life and cultivate the friendships you’d recently started at work. So when you find yourself once again zoning out thinking about Vigilante as you spend lunch with Julia and Kassie, an ED doctor and the nurse from the ED who’d helped you the other night, you mentally slap yourself back to reality.
“…and my god, I can’t even imagine how it fit up there! I mean I’ve seen some things, I’ve seen some things, but a whole ass 3-wick candle? No flared base, no grip of any kind. How did he think it was gonna come out? Some men, I tell you, they just don’t think things through,” Kassie says pointedly, waving a French fry at the two of you.
“Yeah? When do they ever think things through?” Julia snorts, rolling her eyes. The more you hang out with these girls, the more you like them.
“Good point,” you wipe your hands on your napkin, discarding it onto your tray. But what does that say about you, stuck thinking about some guy, about Vigilante. I need to break this cycle, “Listen, can we do something this weekend? Are you guys free?”
Julia’s eyes widen, “Girls’ night?”
Kassie covers her mouth in feigned surprise, “I know the perfect thing! My cousin and his friends invited me to go to this bar opening downtown. I think one of them is a co-owner or something. Let’s go as a throuple, I will die if I have to be around my cousin all night.”
Just like that, the three of you make plans to meet in front of the new bar Friday night, creating a group chat in the process.
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Work on Friday seemed to stretch on forever, and you were itching to leave by the time your shift was over at 8PM. On the drive home, you contemplate all the different outfit combinations that might look good for this occasion. But with no information on what kind of bar it is, or what the girls are wearing, you decide to shoot a text in the group chat as you pull into your garage.
You – Girls, what’s the dress code?
With a sigh, you enter your house and start unpacking. As you pass by your kitchen to drop off your bags, you suddenly realize Vigilante may come by, as you're off work tomorrow. You scan your house, but it’s empty.
Ding! The sounds of the notification startle you but you quickly pull your phone out of your pocket. Ding! Ding!
Julia – I’m going for a cute LBD, classy but leaning casual
Kassie – Skirt and top. Nothing crazy
Kassie – Wth is a LBD
Julia – Girl??? Little black dress bffr
You almost laugh as you read through the messages. Mentally narrowing down your outfit options as you step into the bathroom, you crack open the bathroom window and relax under the warmth of the water as you take an ‘everything’ shower for the first time since last week.
Completely immersed in the process, you jump a little when you hear your phone ringing a while later.
“Hello?” you answer, placing the phone on speaker.
“Girl don’t fall asleep on us. Are you almost ready? Please tell me you’re almost ready. You went MIA for, like, 45 minutes since you last texted,” Kassie’s voice rings through the bathroom.
“Oh god, has it been that long?” you check the time: 9:26PM, “My bad, I just need 30 minutes and I’ll be ready to leave. The bar’s like 10 minutes away from me.”
You hear a sigh of relief from the other end of the phone, “Okay great, that’s not bad. Julia also needs another 20 so we’ll aim to meet around 10-ish.” As the two of you end the call, you place your phone on the counter, wrapping up the shower as fast as you can.
With a final tug of the belt on your robe, you make your way to your room to grab the outfit you mentally put together. As you place your favorite black bodysuit on your duvet and pair it with a short faux leather skirt, you step back and nod. Cute. Now makeup.
You turn up your music as your phone connects to the speaker, your 'favorites' playlist reverberating through the room, dragging your attention to the task at hand. With a quick glance back at your outfit, you decide on a bold eye over a bold lip. Every step you complete, anticipation for the night ahead beats in your chest, and halfway through, you head to your kitchen for a little pre-drink to settle the nerves of your first night out since moving to Washington.
Singing along to with your music, you open your fridge and quickly grab the bottle of wine you'd picked up in anticipation of tonight to pour yourself a glass.
As you move to head back, a rustle in the bushes of your backyard catches your eye. Cat! She’s back! You quickly scamper over to the sliding door, pushing it open.
“Kitty!” you call out. “T-t-t-t,” you tsk, attempting to bring her nearby. You sip the wine. It’s good luck to see a cat… come on baby….
You call out again, in hopes she might oblige you, but to no avail. You exhale in defeat, closing the sliding door to head to your room.
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Grabbing a pair of heeled boots from your collection, you call your Uber and text the girls. Their messages come in as you make your way down the hall.
You – Heading out in 5! Uber says I’ll be there around 9:56
Kassie – I’m 9:50
Julia – I’m 10:01
Dropping your purse onto the kitchen counter to fix your shoes, you look around your apartment. No Vigilante today, huh? Must have been freaked out by last weekend… You cringe, glancing at your fridge. It’s too embarrassing to think about: you, head over heels for absolutely no reason at all. Well, other than him saving me. You cringe again, you putting the moves on him, or whatever that was last weekend, went against everything you believed in. The thought pushes you over the edge, and you open the fridge to pull out the wine and take a big swig.
I’m not feeling that shit tonight.
Ding! The phone notification almost causes you to spill wine down your top. As you put down the bottle, you glance at your phone to check who had messaged you. Uber is waiting for you.
Swiftly, you grab your keys and exit the warmth of your home, making sure to lock up behind you.
The ride doesn’t take long, and when the car stops in front of the bar, you thank the driver and exit. With a deep breath, you head into bar with a big wooden board engraved with the word “Highway” plastered above a propped-open entrance. Weird ass name for a bar.
It’s packed, and you spend a couple minutes looking around for Kassie, until you give up and pull out your phone. As you’re about to send an SOS text, a hand touches your lower back.
Looking up disgusted, you see a man leaning into your ear, “Kassie’s over here, gorgeous.”
How the fuck – “You’re Kassie’s cousin?” realization dawns on you as you note the family resemblance.
His hand moves a little higher on your back and lingers, and you wince at the discomfort. “Yeah, I’m Parker, but YOU, you can call me yours’. Come on, I’ll take you to her,” he winks at you, trapping your hand in his clammy grip as he pulls you toward the back.
He’s disgusting, which is unfortunate because he’s not bad to look at. I hate when they know. So full of themselves, god and so gross...
But your revulsion quickly dissipates the moment you spot Kassie, dressed in a bright pink top and sequin skirt and waving at you. “Hiiiii!” you squeal, tugging your hand from his grip.
“Oh my gosh thank god Parker found you! I told him to keep an eye out. It’s so packed in here!” she hugs you, “Let’s get drinks, Julia’s at the bar, her Uber was early so she got here a few minutes ago.”
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A couple of drinks in, you and the girls are laughing like hyenas in your reserved booth at the back of the establishment.
Kassie checks the time and shrieks, “Oh shit it’s almost 1! I have work in 6 hours!” She downs the remainder of her drink, grabs her purse, and pushes out a hasty, “Girls, it’s been great, but I gotta go!”
Julia and you look at her, bewildered. “I thought you were free tonight?!” you clutch your chest with genuine concern for the girl.
“Yeah, free for a few hours! Okay, I’ve called myself an Uber, I’ll text you guys when I get home,” she hugs both of you goodbye.
As you watch her weave her way through the packed bar and out the exit, you turn towards Julia, “You know, she might have the right idea. It is getting pretty late, even though I’d have loved to spend all night here with you guys.”
Julia nods in agreement, “Let’s just finish these and we’ll go. It’s way past my bedtime for sure.”
Soon, the two of you are standing outside of the bar, nearly falling over in a fit of giggles as you wait for your rides.
“Listeeeennnn, we should do this more! It’s so fun, we’re so funnnn!” Julia slurs, grabbing your hands and shaking them. You laugh and enthusiastically agree.
As a car pulls up to Highway, the two of you check your phones to match the license. Yours’ is still 8 minutes away.
“This is me!” Julia exclaims, reaching for the door handle, "Wait! No I can't leave you what the hell? How far is your Uber?"
You laugh, "No, it's fine! It's just a few minutes away. Plus, it's so crowded. Go! Just text when you’re home, yeah?” Finally able to convince her, you wish her goodnight and watch as she enters the car. She blows you a kiss and closes the door behind her.
As her ride drives away, you hear something behind you.
“Leaving so soon?” Parker smirks. You turn toward the vile sound.
“Yep,” you look away, busying yourself on your phone. 7 minutes.
“Why don’t you come back in? We didn’t get to have a drink together all night,” he presses, his voice getting closer.
“No. I already called my Uber,” you roll your eyes, still staring at the slowly moving icon of the car on the app, trying to suppress the anxiety creeping up your throat.
But he’s as persistent as you are dead set, “Just one drink, on me. The night’s just beginning.”
He’s barely hooked his hand into your elbow to drag you into the bar when you hear another voice, “Honeymuffin! Are you ready to go home?” You look up just the air is knocked out of you and you’re engulfed in a hug.
“Wha –” you start, voice muffled against the man’s sweater and coat.
“I’m here to pick you up! You’re drunk! You remember texting me, silly, don’t you?” he laughs. You try to focus your vision, and he looks familiar, sounds familiar. Do I know this guy?
“Yeahhh…” you manage to get out, still confused but relieved when you glance back at the bar, seeing Parker walking toward it.
Hospital. “It’s you!” you suddenly remember, loosening the hug. You’d bumped into him on the stairway the other day. Squinting a bit to clear your head and get a better look at him, you notice that it is, in fact, the same guy. He’s wearing his aviator eyeglasses. His dark brown hair, curly now, is a sharp contrast to the green eyes stuck glaring at Parker returning to the bar.
He looks back at you with a wide smile and lets you go, hands dropping down to your shoulders as he stretches out his arms to hold you in front of him. His smile is genuine and eager, extending into a set of dimples, making him that much more handsome. “It’s me!” he counters excitedly, “I saw that guy wasn’t leaving you alone.”
“Yeah, he was way too persistent,” you roll your eyes, “But thank you! I never got your name…”
“Adrian,” he looks deep into your eyes, smile faltering. You feel his hands let go of your shoulders. He hesitates before gently brushing the right side of your face, moving a strand of hair out of the way to pull your hood above your head. The look he gives you takes you back, and there’s an emotion in his eyes that you can’t name.
He’s about to say something when a sudden outburst breaks the tension. You look back at the bar to see Parker breaking away from a rowdy group, waving goodbye at them. You turn toward Adrian just as he starts walking away.
“I gotta go, see you later!” he blurts out before rushing away. You frown, disappointed. Before you’re able to respond, he’s halfway down the block.
A vibration from your phone brings your attention back. The Uber is here. You look down the street to see a pair of headlights slowly coming to a stop in front of the bar. You double check the license and get in, more than ready to get out of your shoes and go to bed.
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Finally home, you yawn, the last drink starting to hit you. Before you’re completely incapacitated, you make sure your front door is locked and take off your coat and shoes. As you get to your bedroom, you strip out of the tight clothes, tossing them into the laundry basket.
You almost sit on your bed before you think better of it and head to the bathroom. If I even touch the bed, I’m gonna wanna lay down. Makeup first.
Within 5 minutes, your makeup is washed off your face and your teeth are brushed.
“Finally,” you grumble, dragging yourself to your bed. Plugging your phone in to charge on your bedside table, you spot a bottle of water next to two Tylenol. Did I put them there? You pick them up and wash them down with the water. Smart me.
The second your head hits the pillow, you’re out cold.
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