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₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚ ﾟ. VIGILANTE & MAN-EATER PRESENT: ROAD TRIP TO MURDERVILLE.

* ੈ🩸‧₊˚ chapter one: skin

( i. skin | ii. pocketful of sunshine | iii. two of hearts | iv. disco tits )

— pairing: adrian chase x mercenary!reader

— synopsis: vigilante and man-eater hardly knew each other. hell, they didn't even know each other's real names. they have met a couple times. man-eater collecting bounties on wanted men, only to find adrian chase standing over the dead bodies of the men she was attempting to kill. that’s how all their run ins went. man-eater too late to cash in on her bounties and vigilante always there, waiting for you. it was a game for you two. who could get to the bad guy first?

after man-water missed a half of a million dollars bounty due to vigilante and pure boredom, you came up with a proposition. vigilante and man-eater drive across country, collecting only the highest bounties and split the profit. with peacemaker in prison, adrian had nothing to keep him in evergreen. so began two sociopaths killing (and fucking) their way around america.

— content warnings: smut (unprotected sex, pain kink, degration kink, rough sex, knife play, blood kink, knife kink, masked sex), gore, violence, small mentions of drug usage, swearing. 18+ minors dni.

— authors note: this is part one of a series i’m writing! this is my first time writing smut so if y’all have any tips, send them my way. this is also cross posted on ao3 & wattpad! enjoy <3

* currently revamping the series a little! just some minor editing & layout changes. this chapter has been edited <3

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You knew you were too late before you even arrived.

The wooden doors were falling off the hinges and there was a blood trail leading to the bedroom. Crack pipes and various needles were scattered about the house. Your victim was suppose to be a big time crackhead who owed some very powerful people money. You slammed her fist into the broken door. That one was worth 500k. You were going to kill Vigilante.

Vigilante and Man-Eater had this thing. You would try to collect a bounty, and he would always be there right before you arrived, killing them. The first couple times, you let it slide, chalking it up to coincidence, but now— now it is fucking personal.

Your footsteps were muffled by the blood soaked carpet as you stepped into the bedroom, pistol drawn. There was your bounty, dead on the floor surrounded in blood, and Vigilante, covered in blood, sat comfortably on the bed.

"I was waiting for you, wondered if you were ever going to show up. You are pretty late this time, this guy has been dead for at least twenty minutes,” Vigilante said, twirling a knife in his hands.

"I'm going to fucking kill you!" You screamed, pulling a knife out of your thigh holster and charging at him. Vigilante was now laid flat on his back on the shitty, cigarette burned bed with a knife to his throat. Man-Eater straddling his thighs, hovering over the masked man. His breaths became heavier and you felt like you could hear his heart beating from here. Man-Eater didn't know if it was due to your overly frustrating day or the fact you hadn't slept in two days, but the man you had spread out beneath you had never looked hotter. It suit him, being beneath you.

"If you wanted to be on top, you could have just asked,” Vigilante spoke and you could just hear the fucking smirk on his lips. His hips bucked against your thigh as you just pressed the knife harder against his throat — turning him on more (and maybe yourself).

"You are one sick fuck. I'm holding a knife to your throat and all you can think about is wanting to fuck me,” You said, licking your lips at the sight of this man writhing underneath you.

"Well, you are really hot and your thigh is pressed directly into my crotch. The knife thing is just a plus," Vigilante moaned out as your thigh pressed harder into his crotch. You knew what you were doing. Maybe out of anger for him taking your kill once again or maybe — maybe you wanted him too.

"Take the fucking mask off,” You calmly stated. Your maroon latex suit had a main zipper down the front that allowed you to slip the costume on with ease. Maybe to tease Vigilante — or turn him on even more, you slowly began to pull the zipper, exposing your black bra underneath.

"You can't see my face. I wear one for a reason,” Vigilante pleaded, eyes directed at the cleavage in front of him. You rolled her eyes and with the tip of the knife, rolled up the bottom of his mask so that his lips were exposed. They were bright pink and wet — they looked so kissable.

Then, you kissed him. You kissed him hard and rough, like you were making a statement with your lips. Like you didn't want to be kissing him, but here you were, making out with a guy you had just threatened to kill. Even with your mouth, Man-Eater was putting up a fight.

After processing the fact he had a beautiful lady on top of him, kissing him, Vigilante finally kissed back. He met you with the same ferocity that you kissed him with. Sloppy, hard, and fast. Tongues clashing together, teeth knocking into one another. It was primal. There was no love in that kiss. Only frustration and lust were to be found in that room.

Vigilante slowly made his way towards the zipper of your suit, and almost like he was teasing you, slowly started to unzip the latex suit even further. He was taking excruciatingly long and, maybe fueled by lust and frustration, you unzipped your entire suit, kicking it on the floor. You were almost naked now, only a bra and underwear covering you now — and Vigilante was dying to rip them off. He pushed your onto the bed and tore the black underwear of your body, and slowly began kissing his way up your legs. Your hands were already on his mask, begging to be gripping hair instead.

"If you don't put that fucking mouth on something useful, I'll fucking cut it off,” You begged as you were writhing in pleasure underneath Vigilante. He moaned when you said that. He fucking moaned at the threat of physical violence against him. He was one perverted motherfucker. He finally placed his mouth between your legs and you swore you found god.

Vigilante began lapping at your cunt, trying to draw you wetter and wetter. Your screams of pleasure filled the empty house — minus the dead body on the floor beside them, and your screams only made him grow harder. His tongue quickened it's pace with each scream you let out. He wanted you begging for you life beneath him. You couldn't take it any longer. You needed to feel him inside of you.

"V. I- I need you inside of me,” You moaned through your words. Vigilante wasted little time unbuckling his pants and slipping himself inside of you. Their moans became one as he entered your tight cunt.

After the first wave of pleasure finished rolling over his body, Vigilante began picking up the pace. Each thrust leaving the mercenary a mess underneath him. Squirming and gripping bedsheets as he bottomed out with each thrust. His mouth found your large breasts and began sucking on your nipples. Your moans became louder, holding onto the back of Vigilantes amour to steady yourself.

He pulled himself off of your breasts, "You are such a fucking whore. Fucking an unnamed guy you don't even know in some crack house." Each word annunciated with a thrust.

"S-says you. You find the first pussy you see and start fucking it. I-I was trying to kill you and it fucking turned you on, you fucking manwhore," You said between each trust, choking back your moans while you spit venom. You weren’t nice about it. What they were doing, wasn't nice.

His hands found themselves around your neck and squeezed, "You haven't even seen my face, but you, I have seen plenty of you. You think that little paint on your face hides your identity, but it doesn't. Yet here you are, taking the cock of a guy you haven't even looked in the eyes."

You moaned as he squeezed tighter around your neck and your hands slowly made way for the knife laying on the bed next to them, "Then take it off."

Vigilante laughed, "And why should I do that? Kind of defeats the point of a secret identity." He was still pounding away at her cunt. His balls slapping against your fragile skin, stinging your raw skin.

Quickly, Man-Eater pulled the knife back to Vigilante's throat, pressing deep enough to cause discomfort, but not enough to actually drawn blood, "Come on, baby. You don't want to look me in the eyes while you fuck me?"

Maybe it was the feeling of the cold metal against his throat, or the way you begged him to take off his mask. But he reached up and pulled the mask off of his head and for the first time, the two made eye contact.

"Now that's a good boy,” You drawled out, the knife pressing deeper into his neck, just begging to break skin. You just began actually notice Vigilantes unmasked face. He was oddly beautiful. He wasn't traditionally gorgeous, but god was he gorgeous to her. His green eyes and the damp curly brown hair stuck to the sweat on his forehead. He looked nerdy and not like a cold blooded killer. Maybe that turned you on more.

In one swift move, you were now flat on your stomach and Vigilante's deep strokes began once again. The knife that was pressed against his throat, thrown across the room and your arms were now pinned behind back. The room echoed with the sounds of the meshing of skin. You arched your back up to deepen the connection.

"Vig, I-I'm going to come!” You screamed out through the sounds of slapping skin.

"M-me too," Vigilante could barely make the words out. He was out of breath and he felt himself slowly beginning to let himself go.

"Vig! Oh-oh! Yes!" The pair release at the same time and you had never felt more pleasure in your life. You had never wanted something more than you did then.

Laid out on your back, you were still trying to catch your breath. You had never been fucked like that before — ever. The crack house bedroom no longer smelt like fresh blood and gunpowder. Instead, a humid air lingered along with the smell of sex and swear. Vigilante kept checking his throat to make sure you didn't actually cut him. There was a small knick, nothing major, he'll live. You chuckled at the guy. He seemed majorly neurotic and it was a breath of fresh air. All the men you had even been with or met were arrogant, hot headed and selfish. A selfish man doesn't immediately eat a girl out. Maybe you could grow to stand Vigilante. Enough for let him eat your pussy more often.

"So, what's your name then?" You asked, standing up to grab your clothes scattered across the floor. You found your underwear in the pile of blood. Fuck, you won't be wearing those.

This apparently startled the killer, too preoccupied checking his throat to remember he had another person in the room, "Uh, that is top secret information."

You rolled your eyes and stepped into the latex suit, "I already saw your face, dumbass. Not really top secret information anymore. I was going to offer you a business proposition, but since you don't trust me enough to tell me your name, I guess I won't ask you."

Now intrigued by the offer, Vigilante peaked his head up and turned towards you, "Well, if I were to tell you my name, what would the offer be?"

You sauntered over to the boy, your suit still unzipped to your stomach, "Well, I was going to ask you if you wanted to come on a little road trip with me. I have a couple of big bounties lined up across the country, and — not that I need the help — you just seem like you are good at being a bounty hunter. We would split the cash."

Vigilante pondered the question. Well, he already knew his answer, he just wanted to watch Man-Eater nervously play with her cuticles and twitch. A beautiful murder just asked him to travel across the United States for money? Of course he was in. Ever since Peacemaker went to prison, he had been getting increasingly bored of Evergreen. Same petty criminals, same boring job. Until he crossed paths with you. You were sexy, dangerous, mysterious, and hilarious. Watching Man-Eater get angry with him because he killed one of your targets was incredibly funny. Most fun he's had since Peacemaker left.

"Adrian Chase."

You looked up from her hands and locked eyes with the man in front of you. A smile spread across your face and Adrian thought he was staring into the sun. He could get used to that.

"Pleasure doing business with you, Adrian,” The way you said his name. It was breathy and drawn out, almost like a moan. Seduction was definitely one of your strong suits. You reached your hand out and was met with a firm handshake from Adrian.

"So, who are we killing first?" Adrian asked, clipping pieces of his suit back together.

You zipped up the rest of her maroon suit, "Jimmy Rogers. A small time arms dealer in Twin Falls, Idaho. Worth about a 100k."

Adrian nodded, not daring to look away from your eyes, "Well, who's car are we taking?"

[knightakutagawas]

TRASH MAGIC

chapter one.

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summary: you were trapped in evergreen, washington. you weren't one on being tied down by anything — a man, a job, a place — but your life had made too many unexpected turns in your twenty years of existence. becoming a mother at sixteen wasn't what you expected and now you were trapped in a waitressing job and some nighttime extracurricular activities that have got the attention of crime fighter, Vigilante.

pair: adrian chase/vigilante x trailer park trash!reader

warnings: depictions of sex work, depictions of child abuse, AGE GAP, cigarettes, swearing, mentions of teen pregnancy, man on woman violence, and minor sexual content.

authors note: it’s here! it’s finally here!! ahhh i’m soo obsessed with this concept and idea. we have dilf!adrian, protective!adrian (and sub!adrian but that’s for later ) — my favorite concepts. i hope y’all enjoy! dedicated to @milfodyssey <<33 thank you for flooding my asks with questions about this story. i appreciate it saur much!

Your life didn't work out the way you planned. When you were younger, you began saving money to afford a 1996 Volkswagen Bus that you would then renovate. You had scrapbooks dedicated to places you would travel and how you would decorate the van. Ever since you was a child, you had outrageous dreams. You was a free spirit in every sense of the word. However, you didn't get to buy that van and you didn't get to travel the world. In fact, you was stuck in the one place you hate most — Evergreen, Washington. You never met your father. All you knew about him was that the minute you were born, your father took off and your mother was never able to track him down. Since then, your mother wasn't the most attentive — if you could call her a mother at all. She gave you the most necessary items to survive and you had to learn very early on how to care for yourself. Cooking, cleaning, getting yourself ready for school — all learned by the age of five. And when the money ran out, you would ride your bike down to The Secret Saloon, pull your mother off from the bar counter and beg her for money. That was the way you lived. You didn't know that it wasn't normal for a child to care for themselves, and that seeing your drunken mother once a week wasn't a typical occurrence in every child's life.

Due to the lack of parentage in your early life, when you started hitting puberty, things changed around you fast. The boys at Evergreen Middle School began flirting with you and taking her behind the bleachers to kiss you and grab your boobs. You gained the reputation around town for being "easy" — all anyone had to do was give you a bright smile and you'd let you touch her. The regulars at the Secret Saloon stopped looking at her like you were a little girl, and now their eyes widened and their blood started burning when you'd arrived to collect cash from your mother. Creepy men would follow you home and try to hit on you. You were used to fending off the old men by kicking them in the balls — your friend, Marla, taught you that. When you started attending Evergreen High, you fell quickly and madly in love with Hunter Bennett. He was the starting quarterback, extremely popular, and everyone loved him. Hunter wanted to keep your relationship private, your only times hanging out would be in Church parking lots and in alleyways behind the school. Hunter didn't want his friends to know he was hooking up with the school slut. And when you found out she was pregnant at the age of sixteen, you knew the life she wanted for yourself was over. You had no one around to tell you what birth control is, or how to use a condom.

When you told Hunter you were pregnant, he pretended like it wasn't his. He called her a slut, a whore, and told you that you would end up like your mother — passed out in bars and being an absentee mother. And when your mother found out, oh was she pissed, but you didn't know if the anger was toward the fact you were pregnant or the fact your mother had another mouth to shell money out for. You dropped out of high school shortly after and began applying for jobs around town — which led you to Fennel Fields. You started as a hostess, seating guests and cleaning up tables between rushes. You gave birth to Silas on August 28th alone. You had no one's hand to squeeze while you pushed, and you had no father to sign the birth certificate. You had used the money you had saved for her Volkswagen Bus to get the proper essentials of raising a child — you read about a pregnancy book at the Evergreen Public Library.

Silas was a wonderful boy since birth. He rarely cried, always giggling and smiling, and was a wonderful son to his mother. You thought you'd finally found yourself someone who loved her too. When you finally turned eighteen, your mother refused to give you any more money. Claiming she had given you enough. Your newly promoted position as a waitress at Fennel Fields wasn't enough to support yourself and your son. During a smoke break in the back alley behind work, you cried to your best friend, Marla, about no longer being able to provide for yourself. Unfortunately for you, Rick James was also in that alleyway and offered you a job you couldn't refuse. Which led to you being forced to her knees after work for two hundred dollars. You made more your first night working for Rick than you made a week at Fennel Fields. You found a new routine. Drop your son off in the morning with your neighbor, Mrs. Tanner, work fifteen hours at Fennel Fields, and then work another five in motel rooms. So, it was fair to say, you didn't wish this on yourself, but you were young, naive, and beautiful. The worst combination.

The lunch rush at Fennel Fields was giving you a horrible migraine. You were a waitress in a small redneck town, you were used to the grumpy old men demanding refunds or staring at your ass, but today, you were running on two hours of sleep. You didn't leave your night job until three am and Silas was running a fever when you picked him up from Mrs. Tanners. You almost called out of work today to take care of Silas, however, rent was due soon and you were a couple hundred behind. You were running back into the kitchen to check on the old man in section four's food when Adrian Chase ran after you. Adrian Chase was your second favorite coworker — behind your best friend, Marla, of course. He made you laugh, always cleaned your tables quickly, and when one of your clients would be seated in your section, Adrian would be their waiter — and you thought he was dreamy. None of your other coworkers treated Adrian with any respect, seeing him as the annoying busboy who won't shut up, but you enjoyed the company when you would sit outside on your smoke break and listened to him rant about whatever. You were the outcasts. Your coworkers would make snide comments about your after-work activities and Adrian was the only one who ever defended you.

"Hey, you forgot a tip on one of your tables," Adrian shouted, following you into the loud kitchen. You turned on your heels and looked back at the dork and a smile lit up across your face.

"Thank you, Addy. God, my mind has been elsewhere today I swear. I'm runnin' on no sleep and I can't stop thinkin' about Silas," You said, taking the money out of Adrian's hands and slipping it into your apron pocket.

"Do you want to call and check on him? I can run your tables if you want." Adrian offered, he did that a lot. Offered to take care of your tables when you were in desperate need of a break. He knew you overworked yourself constantly.

"Aw, Addy. Thank you. Yes, I should go call and check upon him. I hope his fever broke. Thank you again, honey." You placed a kiss on Adrian's cheek and ran out the backdoor. You were an affectionate person and it wasn't uncommon for you to give Adrian a kiss on the cheek. It's happened quite often and it still didn't fail to make Adrian turn bright red and feel his blood tingle inside of him.

You lit up your cigarette and dialed Mrs. Tanner's number once outside. You kept pacing around, taking long drags of your cigarette until the dial tone finally ended and you were greeted with a hello.

"Hi, Mrs. Tanner! I was just checkin' in on Silas. I-I was wonderin' if his fever broke."

"Yes, dear. Here, let me put him on the phone." Mrs. Tanner said before passing the phone over to Silas.

"Hi, mama!" Silas answered cheerfully. He was always so cheerful. Never failing to make your heart burst.

"Hi, baby! I wanted to know how you were feelin'. Are you feelin' better?" You answered excitedly, calming down now that you heard your son's voice.

"I'm better now, mama. The medicine helped a whole lot! Mrs. Tanner is letting me play with her cat now!" Silas chirped out. He was always so energetic and wanted to play. You wished she could be there.

"Good baby, I'm glad. Now, mama has to go back to work now. I love you, Si." You said as you dropped the cigarette onto the ground and crushed it underneath your nonslip shoes. You promptly hung the phone up as your heard your baby tell you that he loved you.

A loud bang of the backdoor being busted open startled you, you jumped and turned to see who was running out. Adrian seemed to be in a panic as he rushed over to the young girl leaning against the brick wall.

"Sweet. Uh-I. Uh, Rick James is here. And he's asking for you." Adrian whispered once he got close to you.

Fucking Rick James, always dead set on making a scene wherever he goes — and he loved making a scene when it comes to you. You were his favorite girl. He had personally designated you to be his girl that he used to fuck and receive pleasure from — unfortunately for you. Which means you had to deal with his constant harassment.

"Fuck. Ah, shit. What the fuck does he want? God. T-Thank you, Addy. I'll go deal with him." You somberly spoke, frustration and tiredness dripping from your voice. You turned to leave and deal with the grown man inside causing a scene, but Adrian grabbed your small hand and pulled you back.

"Do you want me to come with you? To he- In case you need help?"

You blushed at Adrian's offer. He was the only one who didn't care what you did after hours. All of your coworkers would stand and watch as you turn yourself into a mockery or get belittled by a grown man, but not Adrian. He stood by you and offered to help you at whatever turn. You felt safe around him, like everything would be okay if Adrian was around.

"Just stand back. I'll signal if I need help, okay?" You whispered, leaning into the tall man in front of you. You giggled slightly, playing the moment like a high stakes spy movie. You liked to do that sometimes with Adrian. Play pretend in order to pass the time at work. It was fun and you both enjoyed it a lot. You were still both young at heart — no matter how hardened you were now.

"Okay, what's the signal?"

"I'll tug on my apron two times if I need your help."

"Got it!" Adrian shouted, releasing his grip on your hand before following you inside.

The scene in the dining room was atrocious, to say the least. Rick James and his buddies were yelling at customers, picking food off their plates and daring them to stop him, and he would not stop calling for you. You did your best to tidy up your uniform, pull her long ponytail in front of you and walked out to greet him. Rick James was a monster in all meanings of the word. He preyed on poor young girls and promised them a life of good fortune — and when the girls finally found out what their job entails, forces them to stay or he'll ruin them. You were Rick's favorite girl, unfortunately for you, and this wasn't the first time Rick stalked into your workplace, demanding your attention. But you were smarter than you used to be and knows in order to get everything to calm down, you had to play your part.

"Hey, Rick. Heard you were lookin for me." You softly spoke, batting your eyelashes and pushing your chest out. You had taken off your hat and pulled your ponytail to your shoulder in a desperate attempt to make yourself look more appealing.

Rick stopped verbally harassing your customers and drew his attention towards you. He was much taller than you and bigger, and he loomed over her like a malignant presence. His chubby fingers made their way to your chin and lifted it up so your eyes met. His eyes were hazy with whatever drug he chose today and you could smell the alcohol reek off of him.

"Hey, doll. Yes, I was lookin for ya. They said you were out smokin with another guy. I'm startin to get the wrong idea here." Rick was possessive and impossible to rid yourself of, but she needed the money. You needed your second job desperately in order to survive, so you played the part of innocent young girl.

"No, baby. I was just checkin in on my son. One of the guys came back and told me you were here. Would I have known you were comin' in, I would have gotten your table all nice and ready for ya." Your voice became sultry and calming — the opposite for your normal voice. You knew how to play him and how to get him to calm down — it was your job after all, to please.

"You know how jealous I get, doll. I hate you bein' around other guys," Rick gripped your arm tight, and you could feel the bruises begin to form, "I just don't want others to get the wrong idea. Your mine, doll."

You put on a fake smile and batted your eyelashes some more, "Of course, baby. I'm all yours."

"Good girl. Now, I'll see you tonight, doll. Gotta run." Rick said as he placed a wet, sloppy kiss onto your lips and gathered his followers up, leaving the restaurant. You stood in shock until you watched the car leave the parking lot, then you straightened yourself up and fled to the kitchen — not daring to make eye contact with the many eyes staring in your direction. Adrian was quick on your trail, following you as you exited through the backdoor and quickly lit a cigarette.

"Hey, Sweet, are you alright?" Adrian asked, leaning against the brick wall, trying to dodge the cigarette smoke that was trying to invade his lungs.

Tears flowed down the curves of your cheeks, you could tasted the saltiness mixed with the burn of tobacco, "Y-yeah. Why wouldn't I be? Isn't this what every twenty-year-old dreams of? Being harassed by your fifty something year old pervert who can ruin your life in a moments notice if you don’t play along.”

Your sober chuckles rang in Adrian's ears like a gunshot. He hated seeing you like this, so fragile and vulnerable, falling apart in front of his eyes. He wanted to stitch you back together again and tell you that you’d be alright — but he couldn't communicate that way. So, he just reached in and hugged you. You originally jumped when he reached for you, startled that you would once again be hurt, but the way he held you was unlike no comfort you had felt before. You had never been held like this. No ulterior motives, just someone wanting to comfort you. Wanting to piece you together again. For the first time in your life, you felt safe in someone's arms and just sobbed into his greasy uniform until your mascara fell down your cheeks and snot started forming in your nose. Adrian didn't say anything, he just held you and stroked your hair. When you finally pulled away, you looked into Adrian's deep green eyes and for the first time, you saw a man look at you the way you had looked at every guy you’d ever loved.

Gently and slowly, like a deer being stalked in the wood, you placed a light kiss against his lips, afraid he wouldn't accept it. Afraid he'd deny you of a chance of real happiness, but he didn't. He, in fact, didn't do anything. He stood perfectly still and allowed the feeling of your soft, glossy lips to greet his. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about kissing you before. Dreams of your lips on his invaded his sleep constantly, but he was afraid. Of what? He didn’t quite know. Maybe that you would reject him? That you would tell him you only saw him as a friend, but maybe it was just his fucked up brain trying to deny himself happiness. Maybe you were the same in that way. Afraid of taking chances that would make yourselves happy for once in your lives. You pulled away quickly and wiped your nose on the sleeve of your uniform.

"Sorry, I-I just thought, maybe. Ah- forget it. I'm sorr-," Your desperate attempts to backtrack over kissing him failed as Adrian leaned in and cut you off. Your lips met this time with real passion. A real kiss. Like you weren't afraid. You began melting in his kiss and you tried to remember if anyone had ever kissed you like this before. Not sloppy kisses that screamed horniness and neediness. A kiss that was filled with love and care. You don’t think you ever had been kissed like this. Adrian didn't reach his hands lower than your face and didn't try to slip his tongue inside of your mouth like everyone you’d ever kissed had. It was polite, respectable, and filled with care. It was totally Adrian.

You broke the kiss first and stared at the tall man in front of you, taking in his crooked glasses and his floppy curls that were trying to be wrangled by his hat, and those green eyes — you think that is what you loved those most about him.

"Go home, go take care of Silas. I'll cover for you. Don't worry about it, okay?" Adrian spoke, still trying to catch his breath from their kiss. You smiled at him as his thumb tried to wipe away the trail of mascara that cascaded down your face. You nodded and placed another chaste kiss on Adrian's lips before running inside to grab your items. The only thought on your mind was how desperate you were to kiss him again.

You cleaned yourself up before retrieving your son from Mrs. Tanner, trying hard to mask the evidence that you were crying. Silas could always sense something was off with you, however, and you knew that you would be bombarded with questions once you arrived home. Their house wasn't much. Just a little trailer home, — painted a bright toothpaste blue — you had placed little pink flamingos in the front yard, and the small kiddy pool that you had yet to take down for the fall was still set in the yard — filling with mildew and algae. The lawn was pretty overgrown as you hadn’t had time to mow the lawn in years — or purchase a lawn mower yet. The minute you opened the rickety front door, Silas immediately asked you what was wrong.

“Nothin', baby. I promise I'm okay, I just couldn't wait to see you any longer." You said, removing your apron and setting it on the kitchen counter along with your purse.

"Are you stayin' home tonight, mama? I want to watch the turtles movie with you." It broke your heart a little, watching your son begging for you to stay home in the same way you would beg your mother. You wished you could stay. You wished with all your power that you could stay home and hold your son.

You had dropped to your knees and grabbed Silas's tiny hands, pushing his light brown curls out of his face, "I'll only be gone for a little bit tonight. Not too long like last night, but you're all mine tomorrow, I promise you. We can watch all the movies you want tomorrow, okay?"

Silas nodded and placed a small kiss on his mother's cheek before running to his room, probably to make a mess and break something. You threw yourself onto the cigarette-burned couch and finally put your feet up. You were desperate to get some sleep before your job later and the emotional trauma that was to ensue. But before your eyes could close shut, you felt your phone vibrate from inside your pants pocket. You prayed it wasn't your manager, firing you for walking out mid-shift, or Rick, horny and wanting you to visit him earlier. It was in fact, none of them. Adrian Chase had sent you a message and your heart fluttered when you saw his name.

ADRIAN 💕 'I hope you are feeling better. I got your tables all covered for you, you're welcome. ☺️🧜‍♂️'

SWEET TART 🍭 'I am now. Silas is begging me to stay home tonight and I feel awful, but he's probably breaking something right now, so I don't feel as bad. 😂 Thank you for everything, Addy. I appreciate everything you are doing for me 🥰🥺 I'm free tomorrow if you want to come over. Silas wants to watch the old Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Movies. Only if you want to, of course.'

ADRIAN 💕 'I love Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles! 🐢🥷 I'll be there!'

It was midnight and you were standing on the corner of 45th and Rowe awaiting Rick James to pick you up to take you to your first client of the night. Silas was at home sleeping — like he was always was on nights like this — and you were constantly checking on the security camera on your phone. You were always anxious about leaving him alone at night, which caused you to chain-smoke the nights away. Your stiletto heels were digging into your feet and you felt the blisters beginning to form. Your small mini skirt was riding up and your fur coat had already began to itch your bare forearms. You were already on your third cigarette of the night and you already had to reapply your red lipstick. You already wanted this night to be over already. Desperate for sleep and looking forward to spending time with Adrian and Silas tomorrow — technically today. Shit, you still had to clean your house. You were in the midst of lighting your fourth cigarette when you heard the dreaded voice of your arch-nemesis — maybe that was a little strong. More like your arch-nuance.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing out here at a time like this?" Vigilante. He's been the bain of your existence. Annoying you every night you were trying to work. He killed criminals and technically what you were doing was illegal. However, he never actually tried to hurt you or her other coworkers. Just basic nonsense that annoyed you with the idea of being thrown in jail.

You wiped around and watched as the man stalk towards you from down the sidewalk. "Hey, Vig. Gonna try to put me in jail today?"

He got close to you and loomed over you like a dangerous presence. You were unable to distinguish his emotions through the red visor. "Nah, not tonight. Just wanted to check in on my favorite criminal."

You scoffed and took a drag from your fourth cigarette, "Aren't you supposed to kill criminals?"

"I don't kill sex workers. Totally against my moral code." Vigilante scoffed, fiddling with a knife that he was tossing around between his hands.

"Vig, you literally killed someone last week for Jaywalking." "Okay, but he wasn't doing it to provide for his family, was he?" You watched as Vigilante's gaze left yours and his threatening presence grew as Rick James's pulled up in his crappy mustang. You noticed his hands slowly inched towards the gun in his utility belt.

"Doll, let's go!" Rick yelled from the road as he watched you and Vigilante.

You stomped out your cigarette and threw your purse over your shoulder, "Goodnight, Vig."

Vigilante stood on the street corner and watched as you ran into the mustang. He watched as Rick placed a sloppy, wet kiss on your red lips. And in that moment, Adrian Chase decided he would do whatever it will take to kill Rick James.

[knightakutagawas]

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚ ﾟ. VIGILANTE & MAN-EATER PRESENT: ROAD TRIP TO MURDERVILLE.

* ੈ🩸‧₊˚ two: pocketful of sunshine

( i. skin | ii. pocketful of sunshine | iii. two of hearts | iv. disco tits )

— summary: man-eater & vigilante travel to idaho.

— pair: adrian chase/vigilante x mercenary!reader

— warnings: use of cigarettes, mentions of drinking, mentions of violence, mentions of psychopathy, swearing.

— authors note: here's a bit of a filler - not really since there is some good plot in here and interractions, but action in the next chapter! enjoy <3

masterlist 🩸 vig & man-eater masterlist

* currently revamping the series a little! just some minor editing & layout changes. this chapter is currently being edited <3

You ended up taking Adrian’s car. Your sports car was a bit unpractical for a road trip and would probably attach more attention to them than wanted. After years of collecting bounties, she made a very sizable income, to the point she was able to live a very lavish and comfortable live style in Gotham City. A penthouse overlooking Rykers Island, a fancy sports car, and expensive clothes she was never able to afford in a previous life. She didn't become a killer for the money however. She did it out of necessity. She had urges. Every since she was a little kid, she would have voices in her head, telling her to kill her pet dog, or to slice her parents throat in the middle of the night. The only way she was able to control these urges, was to live her life as a mercenary. The next kill always on its way. She wouldn't ever have to kill innocent people again in order to control herself — however, she doesn't talk about that. She also has a problem of trusting people. In fact, Adrian Chase is the closest thing she's had to a healthy relationship in years. She killed the last thing she was close to.

Adrian's Sebring — labeled the "Vigilante Mobile", was the perfect amount of practical and uninteresting that would be perfect for their murder spree. The pair did argue about it though. She did not want to leave her fancy sports car in Evergreen for however long it took them to finish their road-trip. Adrian promised that it would be fine and told her by the end of this, she'd probably have enough money to buy four. He wasn't wrong. She had plenty of money and this trip would only add to the pile, she just had a hard time letting go of personal items like that. She wasn't always rich, and that same mindset had stuck with her.

It was Adrian's first shift driving. They decided that each gas stop they took, they would switch drivers. They were nice like that. They had barely spoken to each other since they started driving — and they had been on state route twelve for a few hours. She was sharpening her knives and Adrian was blasting some wig metal music — much to her disappointment.

"So, how did a pretty girl like you end up killing people for money? Like, what is your superhero origin story?" Adrian took his eyes of the road for a second to stare at the girl in the passenger seat. She had changed out of her suit for a more comfortable attire — sweatpants and a cropped shirt that had the playboy logo on it. Adrian found it awkward, seeing the girl like this. Their few encounters had been very short and they barely knew each other. In normal circumstances, it seems like he would be taken to his death. But they weren't normal people.

She set her knife down on her lap and looked up at the boy. His glasses were slowly falling down his face and his sweater was pulled to his palms. God, he was fucking adorable. She wanted to ruin him.

"Are you really asking me about my past?" She scoffed. She made it pretty clear that she was not an open book and she did not like talking about her past.

"Well, we are going to be stuck together for awhile. Plus, I came inside of you. Just thought I might get to know you a bit more. All I know is that you kill people for money, have a fancy car, and have a tattoo under your boobs that says 'Lucky You'." Adrian did make a fair point. They hardly knew nothing about each other and were embarking on a cross country road trip together.

"Ask me something less personal. Like, not about my past, then."

Adrian pushed his large frames up his nose and looked over at the girl in his passenger seat, "Uh, what kind of music do you like? That's a good one right?"

He looked desperate for approval and she couldn't help but smile. She liked her men desperate, "Definitely not whatever you are playing." She laughed.

"What!? You don't like rock music? There is no wrong time to rock, ya know?" Adrian honestly looked offended.

She chuckled and rolled her eyes, "I like rock music, just not wig metal. I like 90s rock, and late 90s to early 2000s pop hits."

Adrian think he fell in love when she said that — or got horny. Whichever, he always got made fun of when he tried to play early 2000s pop music around Peacemaker. He got called gay a lot — partially true, but it still made him feel bad. "You like early 2000s pop music?! You definitely seemed more grunge."

She smiled at the way Adrian's eyes lit up. Maybe this trip won't be too bad after all, "Just because I kill people doesn't mean I don't like pop music! Especially early 2000s. Nothing beats Gwen Stefani, Brittney Spears, and Ciara."

She tried to act nonchalant about it, but Adrian could see her genuine love and interest in the music, "Well, luckily, I have just the playlist for you."

She started laughing when the Black Eyed Peas starting blaring through the speakers. Adrian started singing along and doing little dance moves with the song, trying to get her to join along. Finally, after a lot of persistence, she let her guard down and began singing too. To onlookers, they looked like a normal couple on a road trip, blasting shitty songs and singing. This was the first normal experience she has had in awhile — maybe even ever. This is what her life should be like. Singing in a car next to a beautiful boy, maybe behind on a couple bills, and loving live. However, that wasn't who she was and it won't ever be who she'll be. She will always be a killer.

They made their first stop in Pendleton, Oregon at a tiny little truck stop. Adrian had ran ahead inside screaming about having to use the restroom and she sauntered inside the gas station, browsing the isles for snacks and drinks. They still has about six more hours of travel ahead and it was her turn to drive. She picked up a four pack of Redbulls — desperately in need of caffeine, from the fridges, when Adrian popped up behind her. She jumped and dropped the pack of Redbulls on the ground, breaking the box that contained the cans.

"Adrian!" She whisper-shouted at the goofy boy in front of her. He just stood there, giggling at the girl who was now red in the face. He bent down and picked up the cans that were rolling on the floor and shoved them into his arms.

"You get to carry the snacks then." Adrian said, moving away from the girl and towards the candy isle. Last thing that boy needs is more sugar, she thought to herself, before following the boy.

He had a bag of Peach Rings between his teeth and was attempting to grab a bag of Sour Patch Kids while also trying to juggle for four cans between his arms. She marched over and grabbed the bag he was attempting to grab and plucked the Peach Rings from his lips. Adrian stood, baffled and a bit turned on by the girl. She stood in front of him. There was a very clear height difference between the pair. He almost towered over her — she hated it (that's a lie, she loved it.) Snapping her eyes away from the green eyed boy, she began perusing the isles for snacks. She landed on a bag of kettle chips and some Swedish Fish. Adrian had been following her around like a lost puppy up and down the isles while she delicately picked her snacks. Arriving at the counter, Adrian dumped the drinks onto the counter along with all the snacks in her arms. She had asked for a pack of menthols.

Back in the car, she was trying to light her cigarette while attempting to drive the Vigilante-Mobile. Adrian was growing increasingly nervous at the way she sped and swerved his car. Natasha Bedingfield's Pocketful of Sunshine blasting over the stereo speakers was not helping the situation.

"Uh, do you need me to light that for you?" Adrian asked, holding his hands out for the cigarette and lighter. She nodded and handed the items over to the boy in the passenger seat. Putting the menthol between his lips, Adrian sparked the cigarette up. He took a drag before passing it over to the girl — who was so obviously craving one. He saw a sigh of relief leave her lips after she took that first drag.

"So what's your favorite movie?" Adrian asked, his eyes shifting between the road and the girl in the drivers seat.

She took a drag of her cigarette, "I don't really have one. Don't really watch movies."

"You're kidding? You don't watch anything when you feel sad or after a long day?"

She smirked, "I don't feel sad, Adrian. I don't feel anything. Never have. But, to answer your question, sometimes I watch put It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia on in the background when I go to bed. Can't sleep in the quiet. Wha-What about you?"

So, she was like him. Maybe even worse. Adrian felt sad sometimes, rarely — but he felt sad when Peacemaker left or when Peacemaker would call him gay. But other than that, he never felt guilt, remorse, the normal things people are suppose to feel.

"I don't feel a whole lot of anything either. Sometimes, but never enough to mean anything."

She locked eyes with the curly haired boy. Maybe she found someone like her. Someone who understood her. "What's your favorite movie, Adrian?" She asked again, ashing her cigarette out the window.

"Inglorious Bastards. I like when they kill the nazi's." He answered so nonchalantly.

She giggled at him and their eyes locked, "I like when they kill the nazi's too."

Adrian would tell himself that was the moment he fell in love with her. Maybe they finally found someone who understood them. Peacemaker would always tell him Inglorious Bastards was not Quentin Tarantino's best movie — he liked Reservoir Dogs more. Adrian didn't know much about love. He didn't think he's ever really loved anyone. The closest thing he had to that was Peacemaker — and sometimes he made him feel really, really bad. But in the movies, love is liking the same things and understanding each other and listening — and not cheating on someone. She snapped Adrian out of his introspection by singing a horrible rendition of Toxic.

"You are so bad at singing." Adrian laughed.

"Shut it, you aren't any better!" She yelled back, flicking the finished cigarette out the window.

"Keep telling yourself that, Pearl." He was attempting to give her a cute nickname.

She looked back at him with anger in her eyes. She hadn't heard that name in years, "Don't call me that ever again or dump you in the bottom of the lake."

Her father was the last person to call her 'Pearl' — and he ended up the same way. She dumped his body, filled with rocks and covered in a black tarp, in Morrison Harbor, and sat there while she watched it drown. She didn't miss him.

The ride was silent after that. Adrian upset because she snapped at him, and she was pissed that she heard that name spoken to her. She smoked half the pack of cigarettes on her way into Idaho. Adrian wasn't keen on picking up on social cues, but it was very clear she was pissed. She would huff and bite her nails and run her fingers through her hair. They arrived in Twin Falls, Idaho around midnight. They found the only hotel open at midnight that had vacancies. It was a decent hotel. The fine line between motel and four star hotel. At least they had a bar downstairs. She was exhausted from driving all day and really needed a fucking drink. They dumped their bags in their third floor room. Two beds.

"Rest up. We are leaving at 6 to go kill that fucker," She shouted while grabbing some clothes from her bag and rushing to the bathroom, "I'm going out. Just stay here and don't fucking do anything. And don't fucking follow me!" She yelled, stomping out of their hotel room, probably down to the bar.

Adrian sat on the twin bed at the shitty TV in front of him and he felt sad. He felt like a fuck up. Maybe that what people thought of him. He crawled under the covers and watched a Western movie until he fell asleep.

[knightakutagawas]

chapter three: two of hearts.

find previous chapters here!

summary: vigilante and man-eater go to capture their bounty.

pair: adrian chase/vigilante x mercenary!reader.

warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of autism (idk if that is a trigger but), graphic depictions of violence and blood, use of guns and knives, smut, sex near dead bodies, blood kink, swearing, mentions of psychopathy. 18+, minors dni.

authors note: i'm sorry for the delay. i haven't been feeling the best recently, but i powered through it to publish it. i hope it's not super shitty lmao. i also recommend listening to two of hearts by stacey q during the second half of the story! anyways enjoy <3

She stumbled back to the hotel room drunk off her ass at 3 am. She got pretty wasted at the bar in the hotel lobby. Four shots — maybe five? — and half a bottle of Jack Daniels later, she was making out with a random guy who told her that her eyes were pretty. She'd deny that she did it and deny her reasoning for kissing a random guy, but the truth was she was trying to erase Adrian's lips from her mouth. Trying to cover them up with a new mouth. Someone who didn't ask stupid questions about her past and called her that dreaded nickname. Random Guy asked her to come back with him to his hotel room, but she saw the wedding band on his left hand and backed out. Normally, she wouldn't mind home wrecking, in fact, she's done it multiple times, but it didn't feel right. Not tonight at least. She was trying to be quiet — Adrian looked asleep and she really didn't want to wake him, however, while walking to her bed, she tripped over her duffle bag, causing her to crash onto the floor. Adrian shot awake, grabbing a gun from under his pillow and pointing at where he heard the noise. Unfortunately, it was too dark in the room and he did not have his glasses on — so he was really just waving the gun at the floor.

"God, put the gun down, Adrian. It's just me." She said, pulling herself off the floor and plopping herself onto her twin bed. Adrian slowly put the gun back under his pillow and looked over at the girl, hunched over the bed trying not to vomit.

"Are you drunk?" Adrian asked, slipping his glasses on and flicking the lamp on. She flopped her body back onto the bed.

"Noooo. What makes you think that?"

Adrian, not picking up on the sarcasm, "Well you stumbled into the room at like, 3 am. Seems like something someone is drunk would do."

She threw her shoe at him, "Adrian, you aren't the brightest, are you?"

He caught the shoe before it could hit him, "No, I'm just autistic. Duh."

She was silent. She was too drunk to think of a clear response and felt a little bad for making a jab at him. She didn't know, but she felt like shit now. She felt, guilty? She couldn't really describe what she was feeling. It was like a dark, endless pit in her stomach and it was sinking deeper and deeper inside of her. She had never felt this before. She fucking hated it.

"Oh, uh, I-I didn't know," She said, fiddling with her fingers.

"It's okay. I didn't expect you to know. It's not like I told you or anything." Adrian said, making his way over to her. He originally planned to give her the shoe back, but she ended up grabbing his hand. Four green eyes locked. Her eyes were completely hazy, clouded by too much alcohol and the guilt consuming her stomach.

"I-I'm sorry, Adrian. Not just for that, b-but before, in the car. I-I didn't mean to snap at you. I just have some things - in my past - that trigger me. I-I didn't mean it." She realized that was the first time she had ever apologized to someone and genuinely meant it. Adrian was making her feel things she had never felt before. He made her laugh, he made her smile, but she also didn't want to hurt him. For the first time in her life, she didn't want to hurt someone.

"Hey, hey. It's okay. It's okay. It's fine really. Hey, let's get you into bed. We have a long day ahead of us." Adrian said, nudging towards the bed. She nodded and laid her head down on the pillow. Adrian covered her with the shitty motel duvet cover and she passed out almost immediately.

He left her a glass of water and some Advil on the nightstand for her.

Jimmy Rogers was a racist piece of shit. His whole arms dealing operation started as a way to "arm the white people from the upcoming race war" or whatever racist redneck prophecy he was spewing. Unfortunately for Jimmy, his arms dealing operation ended up spiraling out of control and he ended up owing a lot of money to some powerful people. Those powerful people, tired of empty promises, hired a hit on Jimmy Rogers. Which led to Man-Eater and Vigilante sitting outside an industrial warehouse, preparing for their kill. She was counting her bullets in her pistol, making sure her weapons were secure before sliding them into their holster. Adrian slid his mask on before turning to her. The last time she saw that mask, she was on top of him, begging to cum. She mentally cursed at herself for being turned on by the mask. She was trying her hardest to not have any feelings towards Adrian — except annoyance, and his fully uniformed body, equipped with weapons, was not helping the situation.

"So, are we going to wait for a guard shift change or before we enter? Oh! Or are we going to stealthy sneak our way into the building?" Adrian asked while twiddling with the machine gun that sat on his lap.

"Nope. They were expecting us. Jimmy knows there is a hit out on him. We are just going to go." She spoke, before making the final situations to her suit. She wasn't really one for a game plan. She usually just showed up.

"Okay, we are ready. Let's go." She spoke, hoping out of the Sebring and loading the chamber of her pistol. Adrian followed, machine gun ready in one hand.

There were two guards on watch at the door. She raised her pistol and took two shots. Both land perfectly in the center of both men's heads. Adrian seemed kind of in shock at her accuracy. He had never seen her in action before, besides their small squabbles when he'd kill her bounties. She looked back at Adrian and nodded for him to hurry up. Kicking the door open, she darted out of the way of opening, making sure no one was awaiting their arrival behind the door. Once it was clear, the pair walked into the warehouse. Tall shelves with boxes of guns covered the warehouse. Perfect amount of coverage for the pair in case they needed to hide. She heard a shot fire and wiped around behind her, as she watched Adrian shoot down a random bodyguard.

The pair continued onwards. Jimmy was most likely hiding out in one of the back offices, shaking nervously at the natural-born killers that were hunting him. She saw a guard slowly moving in one of the isles ahead of her. Quietly, she moved behind him, her hand on her knife. She slit his throat from behind once she got close enough. The body dropped to the floor in one quick thud. She wiped her bloody knife on her suit and continued toward Adrian. There was a couple of bodies bleeding out on her way to find Adrian. One of the guards, apparently not dead, grabbed her ankle. She didn't know what he was trying to achieve. Maybe he was surprised to see a woman behind the killings. Maybe he wanted mercy. She never figure out what he wanted because she slammed her heel onto his face. He was dead now.

She drew her pistol and sauntered up to Adrian, who was hiding behind a pallet of what looked to be bullets. She motioned for him to follow her. They were nearing the back offices. Four guards were stationed in front of three doors. Adrian aimed his gun at two guards and she drew her pistol towards the other two. In almost complete synchronicity, the pair shot the four guards. The men dropped in a quick thud.

"I think we make a good team." Adrian muffled through his mask. She gave him a light smile and nodded her head towards the doors.

The pair split themselves between the two doors. Mirroring each other - backs pressed against the wall, weapons prepared in their hands, and hands grasping the metal doorknobs - they counted down from three and opened the doors. Man-Eater busted in through the door. She saw two men carrying rifles and one man sitting at the desk. She quickly drew her pistol and shot one of the standing men. Before the other man could shoot, she ducked and rolled across the floor. She drew a knife from her thigh holster and sliced the man's, Achilles Heel. Wincing in pain, he dropped to grab his ankle. Man-Eater took this as a moment to jump onto his back. Grabbing him from behind, she sliced his throat. Blood was squirting out of his throat - fuck, she got some on her face - and she dropped back onto the floor. Pistol already drawn, she pointed it at the man in the chair. Jimmy Rogers, blood splattered all over his face, his eyes filled with pure terror.

"Hey, Jimmy. Don't know if you know me, but I definitely know you, and you are worth a lot of fucking money." Man-Eater still had the gun drawn close to his face. She was getting impatient at the man fumbling for a response and trying to process the dead men around him. She yelled for Vigilante to get into the room. He ran into the room, gun drawn and looking ready to fire, when he noticed the bounty sitting in the chair. Then, he noticed her. She had blood splattered all over her face, slowly dripping onto her suit, and she noticed the two dead men bleeding out. Adrian Chase had never been hornier in his life. He felt his lower half tightening, his cup chafing against his hard cock.

"Wh-What is going on? I-I just run a warehouse!" Jimmy Rogers yelled out, now panicking even more now that there is another gun pointed at his face.

Man-Eater let out a snide and evil chuckle and Adrian attempted to readjust his painful erection, "Jimmy, baby, we all know what you are doing here and we all know why we are here. You have been lying to your investors about how much you are really selling. Now, they want their money back. Which is why we are here."

"Look! I'll get them their money back! Please, please don't kill me!" Jimmy had tears strolling down his eyes at this point. Man-Eater, who had never cried once in her life and did not have the patience to deal with a begging man, slammed the tip of her knife into Jimmy's hand. His screams echoed throughout the soundproof office and she simply laughed. God, Adrian needed to get a handle on this fucking erection. It was pulsating and getting really uncomfortable - and he kind of wished he was Jimmy.

"Oh shut up! I'm only here to kill you and get paid. I could care less about your sob story." She said, her face extremely close to Jimmy's, twisting the knife into his hand. His screams of agony continued while she pulled out another knife. She twidled it before her fingers before slowly dragging it down Jimmy's face. Blood trailing behind her knife, she was smiling in a way Adrian had never seen before. It was pure happiness and pleasure. She didn't even look that happy when Adrian had fucked her senseless.

Pulling the knife off the man's face, she swiftly dug it into his shoulder, "Burn in hell you racist fucking pig." Then she shot him in the face. Brains splattered across the wall and a bit onto her face. She wiped a gloved hand across her face to get rid of any blood in her eyes. Man-Eaters made eye contact with Adrian for the first time since he entered the room. His eyes were filled with pure passion and she could tell. A light smirk fell across her face as she made her way across the room towards him. She placed her hands across Adrian's chest and her eyes locked eyes with his raging erection.

"You got a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" She laughed out.

"I mean, yeah I do. But that's not what you are feeling." The mask across his face gave him newfound confidence to flirt back with the gorgeous woman in front of him.

"Take the mask off, Adrian." He complied and ripped the mask off his face, dropping it onto the floor. She immediately crashed her lips onto his. She was hungry, not just for blood, but for him. He was stunned for a bit but soon began to take control. Adrian's hands gripped her hips tightly and hoisted her up. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist and he walked towards the desk, their lips never once leaving each other.

She was dropped onto the desk and their kiss broke. Her finger trailed the outline of Adrian's cock, teasing him. Their green eyes locked and she licked her lips at the man in front of her. Blood covered his black and teal uniform, his hair was sticking to his forehead, and his glasses were nowhere in sight. She slowly began to unzip her suit, exposing her uncovered breasts and black panties. Adrian's pants dropped almost instantaneously and jumped on top of her. Their kiss was sloppy and rushed. They were both begging for each other. She and Adrian would always end up here. Fucking next to dead bodies and then pretending to hate each other. She tried to tell herself that it didn't mean anything. Their adrenaline was just fueling them to fuck, but it was a bit more than that now. She liked Adrian. She liked being around him and Adrian made her realize life was still fun - and now she was taking his cock next to a bounty she just killed.

"Fuck, I forgot how tight your pussy is." Adrian moaned into her ear. Her legs tightened around Adrian's legs, forcing him to be deeper inside of her. Begging for him to fill her up. He fucked her hard. All his pent-up anger and lust were being released with powerful thrusts into her dripping cunt. Instead of deadly, blood-curdling screams, the room was now being filled with screams of pleasure.

They were so blinded by lust, they didn't even notice the pounding on the metal office door and -  when no one answered besides her screams of pleasure - the door being busted in and two men with rifles standing in the doorway. Once the men broke the door down, she jumped and grabbed her pistol still lying on the table and fired. Maybe the men were in pure shock to see the dead bodies in the room, or the couple fucking on the desk, but their reaction time wasn't fast enough before the bullets reached their forehead. Adrian reached climax at that exact moment, watching her kill two men while he was still inside of her. That was the hottest thing he had ever seen in his life.

"D-did you just come because I shot those guys while you were fucking me?" She chuckled after Adrian slowly pulled out of her.

Adrian slumped onto the desk, trying to catch his breath, "Yeah. That was like, the hottest thing I have ever witnessed in my life."

She blushed - what the fuck, why was she blushing - and zipped her suit back up. "Such a gentlemen, Ad. Come on, we got some money to collect."

He also blushed at her compliment and pulled his pants up. She crossed the room to pick up the Vigilante's mask crumbled onto the floor. She handed the mask to the blushing boy and placed a chaste kiss onto his cheek and sauntered out of the room. His blushing intensified as he slipped his mask back over his face, and followed the beautiful girl back to the car.

[knightakutagawas]

TRASH MAGIC — CHAPTER TWO.

read previous chapters here!

summary: adrian comes over.

pair: adrian chase/vigilante x trailer park trash!reader

warnings: non descriptive dubious consent scene, sexual content, mentions of domestic violence and abuse, graphic depictions of violence, mentions of blood, non sexual shower scene, cigarette smoking, mentions and depictions of sex work, and swearing. 18+ minors dni!

authors note: so chapter two is a bit earlier than promised, i have just been really feeling this story rn honestly. hope y’all enjoy and let me know your thoughts <33 thank you

The night was hell to say the least. You have had enough of the Flamingo Motel and their shitty mattress that probably have bed bugs — and most of all, Rick Fucking James. Rick had been rough on you last night to say the least. He's an angry drunk, which left you walking home last night with more bruises than you had left with. Your throat, your arms, your hips, a split lip, all decorated with his handprint. There was no way you would be able to hide it from Silas and you still didn't know what you would tell him. Someone was trying to steal your purse? You got hit by a car? And what the fuck would you tell Adrian? You had seen the glimpses of anger that flashed in his eyes when you had mentioned things Rick had done to you. Hands clenched so tightly you could see the veins begin to pop out and the wrinkles in his forehead become more prominent. Makeup wasn't going to be able to cover what damage Rick had done to you. Silas was fast asleep in your bed when you got home — he does this quite frequently and it was more normal for him to sleep in your bed than his — and you tried so hard to not make a single noise as you crawled into bed with him. You didn't want the questions. Not now, not when you were still debating your excuse would be. He must have sensed your presence even in his sleep because he subconsciously started cuddling with you when you had finally laid down. His small head rested on your chest and you pressed a kiss lightly into his hair. You sobbed yourself to sleep that night.

Silas had woken you up at eight in the morning. His cries invaded your dreams and sprung you awake. You watched as your four year old son cried because of the state of his mother.

"Mama! Mama, I thought you were dead!" Silas screamed into your chest when he finally noticed your eyes open. You held him so tight, you swore he would burst apart. He cried into your arms as you stroked his hair and told him it would be okay.

"Hey, hey, baby. Baby, it's okay. Shh, Mama is fine. I'm alright, Si." You mumbled into his ash brown hair that had just dried from all your tears from the night before.

"What happened, Mama? Did someone hurt you?"

You had to chose the lie you would tell your son because he was too young to understand that bad people to horrible things to little girls. Maybe he would understand it one day, "Someone tried to steal my purse last night. I fought him back though and won. I'm alright, baby. I promise you."

"This is why Evergreen has Vigilante! Where was he to take out the bad guy, mama?" Silas had a minor obsession with the — superhero? Supervillain? Super-Nuisance? — and you didn't exactly know how to handle it. At least it wasn't your horrible fucking neighbor, Peacemaker.

"He was probably fighting off some real bad guy. I can handle myself, honey. Mama can fight back," You wish you could. You really wish you could fight back against Rick James.

Silas started rambling on about Vigilante and how cool his suit was and now awesome his knives were. You promptly shut it down — reminded of the night before when you had touched his suit and saw his knives fiddle between his fingers — and told Silas that he needed to clean his room because they had a guest coming over. Wrong choice on your end, as now Silas would not stop asking who was coming over, even asking the most dreaded question of them all — is it my Dad? You had to remind him that he didn't have a father and that a little fairy had dropped Silas off on your doorstep. He eventually stopped his questioning when he knew it was going nowhere and started to clean up his room. You told Adrian he could come over around noon and you were washing dishes so fast you could feel your hands start numbing under the scolding hot water.

You had just finished moping the linoleum when Silas reminded you it was eleven thirty and you had to make yourself pretty for the "special guest" — his words, not yours. Your clothes weren't the nicest to say the least. All your clothings had either been hand me downs from Marla or you had thrifted yourself. A lot of your wardrobe consisted of small skirts and low cut tops — at Rick's request. You decided on a little white cropped tee shirt that had some random car festival decal and your nicest jeans — they had little jewels on the butt. You had attempted to curl your hair, but ended up making a mess out of it and the goddamn curling iron wasn't working and you ended up just brushing it out, leaving a semi puffy mess. You had just begun to apply your lip gloss when there was a knock at the door and you had to rush to the door before Silas answered it. His little legs weren't fast enough and before he could open the door, you scooped him up into your arms and placed him on your hip.

Adrian looked absolutely breath taking when you answered the door. He was wearing a skin tight long sleeve that did nothing to mask his broad shoulders and defined muscles — you didn't know he was fucking ripped — and he had a bouquet of pink tulips in his hands. He was smiling so big when he first made eye contact with you, but his smile quickly faded when he noticed the nasty purple bruise that donned you throat and your split lip. His normally twinkling green eyes were clouded and dimed and you noticed his grip on the flowers tighten.

"Hi, Adrian! How did you know tulips were my favorite?" You greeted, trying to distract him from your bruises. Silas was giving Adrian a deadly stare — trying to size him up and figure out what kind of man he would be.

Adrian broke his gaze from your purple neck and met your eyes, "I-I think you mentioned it once."

You smiled politely and ushered him inside. Silas was still giving Adrian a stink eye, "I don't think anyone has ever bought me flowers before. I don't even know if I own a vase."

Adrian hovered in the entry way, sizing up your home and taking in the surroundings, "Well, I'm glad to be the first."

You could hear his concern dripping from his voice and you were trying so hard to hold it together. You didn't want to break down in front of Silas. You couldn't. "Where are my manners? I forgot to introduce you two," You said, walking over to Adrian, "Silas, this is my friend, Adrian. Adrian, this is Silas. Si, say hi."

"Hi, Adrian." Silas said quickly and short. Silas was skeptical around new people and especially men. He hadn't really had any male interactions his entire four years of life.

"Hi, Silas. Heard you like Ninja Turtles." Adrian responded and you could just see the smile grow on Silas's face. He looked at you to be let down from the grasp between your arms and you set him down.

He ran over to Adrian, "Yes! Are you going to watch the movies with us today?" He seemed so excited. You watched from the kitchen as the two boys talked — still trying to find something to hold the flowers in. The way Adrian was talking to Silas made your skip a beat. Silas was so excited to have someone to talk about Ninja Turtles and you could see the same excitement on Adrian's face as Silas explained who his favorite ninja turtle is. You started to imagine Adrian being a father to Silas and you had to snap yourself out of the thought before you seriously hurt yourself. You aren't there yet. Slow down.

You retreated from the kitchen with a tall glass full of water — it will work until you pick up a proper vase from the Goodwill. You motion to the flowers in Adrian's hands and he released his tight grip on them. Once the flowers were placed delicately inside the cup, you set it on the kitchen counter by the window. Even though Adrian was having a blast with Silas — talking about all the Ninja Turtles — you could still see that small sliver in his eyes that radiated hurt. You should probably tell him. Best to tell him know and get it over with.

"Silas, baby. Do you want to go collect all your Ninja Turtle toys to show Adrian? Mama needs to talk with him real quick." You asked, bending down to make eye contact with him. He quickly nodded, placed a small kiss onto your cheek and skipped off to his bedroom. The second the door on his bedroom clicked shut, Adrian rushed over to you and started placing his hands everywhere.

"Oh my god, what the fuck happened to you? Who fucking did this?" Adrian said, not daring to meet your eyes. His eyes were firmly placed on all the bruises that scattered your body, trying to memorize each burst blood vessel on your skin.

"I'm okay. I promise. Rick, uh, he just got a little rough last night." You were searching in his eyes for something— anything other than rage. His eyes were glossy and hazy and he had the same look Rick had when he was drunk. It scared you a bit, but it also made your heart swell at the thought of him being so angry that someone could hurt you.

"No. It's not fucking okay, Sweet. H-He could have killed you. We have to do something, we can go to the police —"

"And tell them what? That a sex worker got a little too banged up? They don't care about girls like me, Addy. It won't mean shit. Plus, I need this job. I-I can't survive without it." Tears started to spill from your eyes, maybe you were crying over the fact you were stuck in an abusive hole — waiting until the day it finally kills you or the fact Adrian cared.

His rough hand lightly dusted your cheek and faintly dragged his fingers across your split lip, "We can figure something out. I-I don't want you to get hurt anymore, Sweet. I can't take it."

Adrian brushed a tear off your cheek, "I-I'll think about it, okay? It's just not as simple as you think. H-he has threatened to hurt Silas if I left and— I won't let him hurt my baby."

The fire in Adrian's eyes returned. Soft, twinkling eyes that were filled with care dissipated into fire and rage. You wondered where he got that from — the rage — and how he controlled it so well. Never once gripping you too tightly or yelling in front of you. It didn't scare you like the rage in Rick's eyes scared you and you couldn't figure out why. Adrian didn't know you noticed the switches between anger and comfort in him and he was too frightened to ever tell you the truth of how he controlled it. Would you care if he killed Rick James? Would you try to stop him? These questions floated in his mind, desperately searching for an answer but he could never come up with one. Maybe, one day when you have grown old together and all your children have gotten married, he'll tell you he's Vigilante. Would you leave then?

Adrian had been too quiet — searching your body for answers and reason — and you decided it would be best to change the subject now and fast, before it turns into something more. So, you placed a chaste kiss onto his chewed up pink lips — that he wouldn't stop biting last night because he had been so nervous thinking about you and Rick. He kissed back almost immediately and his hands that were once rested on your cheek made way to your bruised hips. Adrian didn't squeeze, he held them so lightly like he was afraid you could break apart under his grip. You think that's what you liked most about him. He wasn't aggressive and he didn't squeeze and grab and pull you. He was gentle, he treated you like a lady — you had never been treated like a lady.

"Ewww! Mama, you said he was just a friend!" Silas shouted once he saw the kiss. His hands filled with Ninja Turtle toys and pure disgust on his face. You broke the kiss off with Adrian and turned towards your son. You giggled at Silas's scrunched up face — all folded in on itself, he looked like a bunny.

"Okay, baby, come on. Let's go watch the movie." You redirected him to the couch. You grabbed Adrian's hand and dragged him to the couch. He plopped down onto the brown, cigarette burned couch and pulled you down with him. Trapped in his embrace and stuck in his lap — this wasn't the worst place for you to be and you really didn't mind it. You enjoyed the heat of Adrian radiating against your back and how he wrapped his arms around you so gently. You could get used to this moments like these. Adrian holding you on the couch, Silas mumbling about whatever scene was going on the TV. It was peaceful, for one of the first moments in your life, you felt at peace. You felt at home.

Six o’clock rolled around quickly and you headed to the kitchen prepared dinner. Just a frozen pizza, but it would do to satisfy Silas’s hunger. Adrian set a timer on his phone for when the oven was done cooking. Silas kept asking Adrian questions between his bites of the pizza and you had to keep reminding him not to talk with his mouthful — it didn’t help that Adrian was also talking with his mouthful. The boys were laughing and talking about Adrian pretending to beat up one of Silas’s stuffed animals. This was the first time she’d ever seen him this happy. He was laughing so hard his ribs hurt and you were smiling so big you swore your mouth was going to be stuck. It was beautiful. All of it. Everything. You wanted to keep this moment in your pocket forever and never let it go. You wished it could stay like this forever. You had to put Silas to bed soon and begin getting ready for work. You wish you didn’t have to leave again. You didn’t want to leave Adrian.

You were in the process of getting Silas ready for bed when he had asked if Adrian could stay and watch him while you went to work. Silas was giving you his puppy eyes — which always made your heart melt — and it was fucking working. You told him to start brushing his teeth when you walked back into the living room to greet Adrian, who was laying on the couch watching some straight to TV movie.

“So, you don’t have to say yes, but Silas was wondering if you would want to stay and watch him tonight while I went to work. Y-you don’t gotta say yes. I know you have a life and probably don’t want to be babys—,”

Adrian stood up from his spot on the couch, “I’ll do it. I don’t got nothing else going on. I don’t mind, plus I’d probably feel real guilty about leaving him here by himself anyways.”

You beamed a bright smile at him and ran to place a chaste kiss on his lips, “Thank you so much, Addy. You are like, the best person ever I think. Wait, second person, sorry, Silas comes first.”

Adrian chuckled, “I’m fine being second to Silas. He does run things here.”

You placed another chaste kiss to Adrian’s lips and ran back into the hall bathroom to continue putting Silas to bed.

…

So, Adrian might have lied a bit. He was suppose to be watching Silas, but he couldn’t help but follow you — so here he was, in full Vigilante gear, at the Pink Flamingo Motel. He had watched you walk into Room 4 with Rick James following and a random old white man. His fingers kept subconsciously reaching for his gun. He could just walk in there and shoot the two men and leave. He could. He was more than capable and the amount of meth the men did was more than enough to incapacitate him — but he promised you that he wouldn’t do anything. He promised you that he wouldn’t go the the police — never said anything about killing Rick James. He wouldn’t. No matter what he has done to you, you need the money to support you and Silas, and Adrian wasn’t going to just kill the only thing that was keeping you afloat — not yet at least. So, he waited in his golden Sebring outside the motel and tried so hard not to burst into Room 4. He was white knuckling the steering wheel, his mask fogging up because of how hard he was breathing, and he kept grabbing his gun.

He saw you in the window of Room 4 — staring out at the dimly lit parking lot, cigarette in hand and your breasts uncovered. He saw all the bruises that littered your chest, creeping up your neck like a fucking virus, you looked like you had been hit by a bus. Mascara smudged around your eyes and streaming down your face, pink lipstick wiped across your mouth. Then he came up behind you. His mouth fluttered your neck and his hands grabbed at your breasts and Adrian could just fucking see how uncomfortable you looked. How your eyebrows furrowed when he began to touch you and how you body went limp. God, he was fucking twitching now. His hands kept shaking under the weight of his gun and his leg kept bouncing. He wanted to fucking bash Rick Fucking James’s head in with a brick and watch him bleed out in front of him. He wanted to carve his fucking heart out and stomp on it. Adrian dreamed about what he’d finally do to Rick James.

The twitching and sweating only became worse when he saw Rick kiss your lips. Adrian surprisingly enough wasn’t jealous. He knew you didn’t want this. He knew you only wanted to kiss Adrian — but fuck, he was kissing his girl. Rick James didn’t know you cried yourself to sleep almost every night. Rick James didn’t know you lost your virginity at thirteen to a sophomore under the bleachers at Evergreen High. He didn’t know you loved to swim in the lake during the summer. He knew nothing about you, not like Adrian did, all he saw was a pretty little girl. God, that night when he watched you leave the Pink Flamingo and walk back on the sidewalk to your house, Adrian fucking lost it. He found some back alley drug deal and fucking slaughtered them. Twisting the knife into their hearts a little deeper than normal and as they bled out in front of him — he wished it was Rick James.

He made sure he got back home before you did. Adrian put some random comedy movie on that he had never heard of before and laid his head on your couch cushions. Purposefully, removing his jeans and covering himself with a blanket to try and make it seem like he was asleep. He knew Silas would understand that he had left, after all, him and Silas both wanted the same thing — for you to be safe. He heard the screech of the screen door and slid his glasses a bit lower down the bridge of his nose to seem like he had been asleep — Adrian knew he was wrong for this, but you would understand. One day at least. He turned his head when he heard the door push open and heard the click of your stilettos on the linoleum.

You slugged your fur jacket off and he slowly sat up from his position on the couch. He watched you as you struggled to get your heels off — too many straps, you always said — and when you finally lifted your head up, you smiled at him. You wanted this every night, you thought. Coming home to Adrian.

“Hey. You didn’t have to stay so late. I’m sorry, tonight was just —,” You stopped yourself from explaining the nefarious details of your night. They way you dreamed it was Adrian’s hands on yours instead of Rick’s. “I made some good money, though. I’ll probably be able to pay rent earlier than normal.”

Adrian got up from his spot on the couch and you tried so hard not to stare at his lower half, only covered up in a thin boxer. You clutched your purse a bit tighter and swallowed a bit deeper, “It’s okay. Silas was fine. He was out all night. Not even a peep.”

You set your purse down on the counter and kept directly staring into Adrian’s eyes. Not trusting yourself to look anywhere than there. His hand met your shoulder and your bare skin shivered under his warm touch. “G-good. Uh, y-you can spend the night if you wanna. O-only if you want to.”

He could feel you trembling under his touch and Adrian didn’t know if it was because you were nervous or because you were cold — maybe a bit of both. “I’ll stay, if you’ll have me, m’lady.”

You giggled as Adrian bowed in front of you and kissed your hand. Your smile was so bright, Adrian thought he saw the fucking sun. You were absolutely gorgeous, magnificent, beautiful — all the words in the fucking dictionary couldn’t explain how absolutely enthralled Adrian was with you.

“Then follow me, sir.” You grabbed onto his hand and dragged him down the hall into your bedroom. One walk in closet, one bathroom, one small desk that held your computer and some jewelry, and a queen sized bed in between two nightstands. He made sure to take note of all the exists and entrances into the room — as he does with every new room he entered.

You were unlatching your fake pearls from your neck and taking out your nickel earrings in the bathroom mirror and you could see Adrian noting all the things that made up your room. He was very observant, you knew that much about him, but it was almost like he was maping it out, memorizing every small detail.

“I have to take a shower now,” You were still struggling with one of the fake golden hoops in your ear, “Y-you can join me. I-If that’s alright. Only if you want to, of course.”

Adrian finally stopped snapped out of whatever zone he was in and stared at you through the bathroom mirror. He gulped at the idea. You. Him. Warm Shower. Match made in heaven — or hell.

“Uh, yeah. Only if you are comfortable with it.” He finally said, his eyes not leaving your body as you stripped off your sweat covered tank top. He could see the bruises on your hips and a small tattoo on your lower back — that drove him fucking wild. He watched you turn the shower on and slowly slip out of your cheetah printed skirt. Your naked body, all for his view. Adrian felt like he shouldn’t be looking. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Everything he did, was to make you comfortable.

“You comin’ or what, Addy?” You turned your head to look at him, fumbling in the bedroom, wiping his hands on his boxers. He nodded and quickly began stripping himself of his clothes before leaving his glasses on the bathroom counter and following you into the shower.

Your back was turned to him and you were setting yourself under the warm water. Hands in your hair — trying to rid yourself of Rick’s touch. You turned yourself around when you noticed the presences behind you. Your eyes couldn’t help but take him all in. He was more muscular than you had thought. A toned upper body, wide shoulders, a fucking six pack. You noticed scars on his stomach, it covered his body. A healed bullet wound in his shoulder. You wondered how he got these, but you didn’t ask. Maybe he’ll tell you one day. Your eyes wandered lower and, fuck, he was bigger than you expected. Your eyes quickly shot back up to meet Adrian’s eyes when you realized you had been staring longer at his not so little friend than you should have been. His hands dusted your fragile skin, barely touching your wet skin. First, his hands were on your shoulder, then slowly made their way down your arm, then your stomach and then crawled their way between your breasts to meet your face.

You dragged him under the water and gave him a kiss. It was more passionate than your other kisses had been — those ones were filled with angst and care — this was fueled by something else entirely. It wasn’t too aggressive, but it was more fiery than the others. Maybe because you were naked together in the shower, maybe because it was such a deeply intimate moment. Standing in front of each other, bruises and all — and were bare. Adrian didn’t take it any farther than the kiss. His hands never straying further than they should have been. He broke the kiss and grabbed your shampoo off the ledge and began applying it to your hair. He washed you. Cleaned you and you had never felt more comfort in your whole life.

After he was done scrubbing your body and washing your hair, he wrapped you up in a towel and carried you back into the bedroom. He dried you off, mumbling about how beautiful you were and you were trying so hard to keep it together when he kissed the bruises on your legs. Adrian had asked where your pajamas were and you told him. He pulled the oversized shirt over your body, covering your naked body. And when he was done dressing you, he slid back his boxers on and climbed into bed with you. He held you in his arms all night and you promised yourself you would do whatever it takes to keep Adrian Chase forever.

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˗ˏˋ༻ʚ♡︎ɞ༺ˎˊ˗ VIGILANTE & MAN-EATER PRESENT:

꒰⸝⸝₊ʚ🍄ɞ┊ first stop: twin falls, idaho ꒱

i. skin

ii. pocketful of sunshine

iii. two of hearts

iv. disco tits

꒰⸝⸝₊ʚ🍄ɞ┊next stop: chicago, illinois ꒱

v. oblivion

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current fic updates:

Vigilante and Man-Eater Chapter Four is kinda at a halt at the moment. Struggling to write the next chapter right now and I have to walk myself through this lol. I have literally almost everything else for the story written and planned except for this fucking chapter, which is wonderful lol.

I’m working on the final chapter of Trash Magic currently. The ending has already been written but there is a lot in this chapter that needs to happen so, it’s going to be a pretty decent size chapter lol, but it will be updated soon.

As for your requests! I’m currently working on two right now — requested by @milfodyssey <33 — and a lot of my fics will have elements of some of your requests wrapped into the story — specifically Vig and Man-Eater. I do see them! I’m just waiting to respond until I post the chapters lol <33 but I really do appreciate them! Thank you <333

I have a one shot currently in the works, but it is going to probably be massive so it will be awhile. However, I decided to turn my Batfam!Reader one into a series because I can’t stop writing about it lol. I might have the first chapter posted tomorrow in all honesty, so stay tuned for that.

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wait! u talking about chapter 3 they're at like bunnies because chapter 2 definitely gave us a sneak peek at...things between the two 👀 lol

adrian is sooo delicate with reader/sweet and she like really appreciates it and is also like… boy just fuck me already. but they are honestly so cute in this chapter hehe!!