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all his fault it's entirely Adrian's fault that both of you ended up high off some kind of pink powder that's causing all sorts of issues. But it's not just Adrian's fault that the two of you took care of it in his garage... and maybe his bedroom... and maybe on his mom's kitchen table...

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✮⋆˙ Adrian ‘vigilante’ Chase pt2

Welcome to my second Adrian Chase directory, full of even more stories I love! Each work is credited to their amazing author, and if you enjoy a story as much as I do don’t hesitate to reblog or comment to encourage and show them some love.

masterlist ● D.C ● pt1

⋆˚⟡˖ ࣪ rec list

⋆𖦏 the evergreen public library ┃@vigilantexreader

When reader gets a job at the local library she is warned about the peculiar Adrian Chase that stops by often

⋆𖦏 magnets┃@matthsluv

you knew this universe would be different. you just didn't expect to hear your own voice calling adrian "babe." now there's two of you, two of him, and way too many feelings you've been ignoring.

⋆𖦏 all his fault┃@vigilhoe

it's entirely Adrian's fault that both of you ended up high off some kind of pink powder that's causing all sorts of issues. But it's not just Adrian's fault that the two of you took care of it in his garage... and maybe his bedroom... and maybe on his mom's kitchen table...

⋆𖦏 friends can have sleepovers ┃@theowritesstuff

You pose as a couple with Adrian on a reconnaissance mission, Harcourt books a room for you with only one bed.

[vigilhoe]

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[vigilhoe]

double vision pt 1

who the hell expects to come home from work to find that the boyfriend you left at home that morning magically multiplied?? you certainly didn't and it definitely made things a little awkward. but it also did not turn out to be a bad thing, in fact, it might be a little too good

wc: 1,261

warnings: a sprinkle of plot, established relationship, cheating?, mmf threesome loading, no use of y/n, oral (m receiving), kind of accidental dubious consent, somnophilia that was supposed to be consensual you'll see, way more to come in part 2

an: fun fact and a little lore! vigilhoe lost her virginity while watching the tv show mentioned in the beginning. also I know I asked if you guys would be ok with this being an au where instead of 2 Adrians its 1 Adrian and his twin brother but I will not write incest and where's the fun in a mmf threesome if bros don't get a little fruity with it?????

and holy fuck I am never writing another Adrian x 2 threesome again I thought my head was going to explode. writing a threesome where 2/3 have the same name, description, and mannerisms is literally hell even if it is hot as fuck that there's two of him so that's why you're getting this in 2 parts and this is later than I promised it. I am fighting my way through this slowly but surely

It was getting late, the sun having set hours before by the time you were inserting your key into the deadbolt lock that always sticks on your front door. You had been able to see the soft lights from the street, but the soft sounds of the tv playing some nature documentary were inaudible until you entered.

A smile found its way onto your face. 72 Dangerous Animals: Latin America. One of Adrian’s favorites. He rewatched it every other month, alternating with the Asian version. 

Speaking of your boyfriend, he was slumped on the couch, mouth slightly parted and eyes closed. His curls were a mess and his glasses were slightly askew, making him look much  more innocent than an actual serial killer should.

He was also sitting in the perfect position for you to gently push his legs further apart to make room for yourself on the floor between them. His ass was already near to the edge of the couch, so he didn’t require any more positioning.

You and Adrian had talked before about waking the other up with sex previously, and while he had his turn to wake you with his tongue last week, you had yet to return the favor. Not to mention you’d have to wake him up and drag him to bed. If you left him here to sleep on the couch, you’d never hear the end of how bad his neck hurt or how sad he was that he missed an opportunity to cling to you like a baby sloth while the two of you slept.

Ghosting light kisses on his thighs over the loose cotton sleep pants he wore, you made your way up to where he was just barely starting to pitch a tent. You let your breath fan over it as you looked up at his face, watching intently for any sign that he was starting to wake.

So far, nothing. 

With careful hands and slow movements, you pulled the waistband down just enough to pull his length free. He wasn’t hard yet, but the contact with your hand seemed to be working him up.

You placed soft kisses over the head and down the rest of the shaft. By the time your lips reached his base, he was fully erect, but still his eyes remained closed and his breathing was still relatively even and deep.

He finally made his first noise when you teasingly brushed the tip of your tongue back over his head. A breathy sigh came out of his open mouth and his hands, previously resting on the cushions at his sides, twitched towards you.

Wanting to know exactly how far you could push it before he woke, you took him in your mouth. Your tongue laved over the underside as you engulfed just his head. Pushing down slowly until you’d taken all of him down your throat, you waited.

Adrian groaned, his hips shifting. Your eyes flicked up. His mouth opened and closed and his eyelids fluttered but he didn’t stir beyond that.

When he didn’t move anymore than that, you took it as a challenge. When he was awake and you sucked his dick, he’d usually be begging you to move by now.

You swallowed around him, letting your throat constrict. Following that, and the whimper he let out, you pulled back. Keeping the suction strong, you moved up until just the head was in your mouth before sinking back down until your lips hit his base.

That seemed to do it, as both of his hands flew to your hair. You looked up to find his eyes, bleary and a little unfocused even behind his glasses, staring down at you with shock. You couldn’t exactly smile while his dick was filling your mouth, but you certainly felt the muscles in your cheeks twitch as you took up a quick rhythm.

Adrian let out a groan of your name, mumbling something else.Whatever he was trying to say eventually transitioned into whimpers and gasps as you lost yourself in the repetitive motions. 

Up, down, suck, lick, swallow.

Over and over until you could feel his thighs start to tense. His grip in your hair tightened and his hips started to thrust up to meet your downstrokes. He was close and you wanted desperately to push him over the edge.

One of your hands snaked between your legs to palm your core while the other made its way under his waistband. With two fingers, you pushed on that spot just behind his balls that was basically his orgasm switch while you took him as far down your throat as you could.

Sure enough, just as he usually did, he came as soon as you applied the pressure. Adrian let out a gasping groan that almost seemed surprised as he fired off ropes of cum deep down your throat.

You held him there until his orgasm subsided and he was panting, boneless and limp. His hands flopped away from your hair, landing back on the couch.

With a self satisfied smile you pulled off of him. Not bothering to wipe your mouth, you eased your way up off the floor to slide into his lap. Your legs bracketed his hips as you straddled him. One of your hands tangled in his hair, pulling his head up so you could connect your lips.

Adrian let out a surprised squeak. He seemed to freeze for a split second before he was surging forward. His hands roamed everywhere, groping at your breasts, your ass, your hips, your thighs, pretty much every inch of you. His kisses were just as frantic, lips devouring yours, his tongue licking into your mouth. Even his teeth got involved nibbling on your lower lip as he fought to bring your body as close to his as possible.

That was your first inkling that something was off. 

Sure, Adrian did get this way sometimes. Overeager and needy, but given the fact that the two of you had gone two rounds this morning before you left for work, he should have been more lazy and languid with his motions. 

Now though, he was touching you like he had the very first time the two of you had had sex: like he wanted to do so many different things to you but his brain was in overdrive and he was trying to do everything at the same time.

It wasn’t even possessive like it had been that one time Chris had tried to tempt you into a threesome. Or intense and nearly violent like it had been after you’d killed someone for the first time.

This was pure longing. He was touching you like he’d never be able to again.

Your suspicions that something was up were confirmed when your front door opened and something heavy dropped to the floor.

You and Adrian froze, pulling away from each other, only for you to see… Adrian? Sure as shit, there was another Adrian staring at you, a case of light beer resting at his feet where he’d dropped it in shock.

The look on all of your faces was nearly comical. All of you were still, mouths open and eyes wide. If you weren’t the most confused you’d ever been, you’d be tempted to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. 

The door clicking shut behind the newest Adrian broke the spell that had silenced all three of you. 

Then everyone spoke at once.

“What the fuck is going on!?”

“Dude, that's my girlfriend!”

“She came onto me, I swear!”

[vigilhoe]

teaser...

I'm calling this one double vision because I mentioned previously I'm an optician and it makes me feel like I'm making inside jokes with myself when I reference real things in my fics

post date: tbd but likely this weekend

[vigilhoe]

Would anyone be mad if I made my Adrian squared threesome an au with twins ????

ISTG I am actually working on writing everything but I have a full time job in healthcare too

Speaking of that job, I'm an optician and I'm currently obsessed with trying to figure out exactly what frames Adrian and alt Adrian wear and it's really not helpful that they actually changed his frames season 1 to season 2 and that alt Adrian's glasses are different so if anybody knows at least what brands they are I NEED to know

[vigilhoe]

what should I focus on rn

going ghost ch9

adrian x vampire!reader

adrian x reader x earthx!adrian

Voting ended onOct 20, 2025

[vigilhoe]

My hoes have spoken get ready for lots of mental calculus about where the fuck all those hands go

And don't worry I will still finish ch 9 of going ghost soon, but sometimes you just need to write some weird guy porn for your mental health yk

[vigilhoe]

what should I focus on rn

going ghost ch9

adrian x vampire!reader

adrian x reader x earthx!adrian

Voting ended onOct 20, 2025

[vigilhoe]

all his fault

it's entirely Adrian's fault that both of you ended up high off some kind of pink powder that's causing all sorts of issues. But it's not just Adrian's fault that the two of you took care of it in his garage... and maybe his bedroom... and maybe on his mom's kitchen table...

wc: 5,001

warnings: dubious consent because sex drugs but verbal consent is given, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), squirting, choking, fingering, unsafe sex, cream pie, Adrian is a whiner, begging, clothed sex. the suit stays ON, afab reader, no y/n, lots of shoving actually, floor sex, table sex, reader kind of hates Adrian but his dick fixes that

an: dear readers,

*mickey milkovich voice* RELAX WE'LL GET A DICK IN YOU AS SOON AS WE CAN

sincerely,

vigilhoe

This was all fucking Adrian’s fault. He was the one who insisted on having company on his stupid little drug bust. 

You’d been with him on a few before, but usually he tackled them alone, since none of your other friends really wanted to keep him company. Going crime fighting with Adrian was a lot like what you imagined taking a child to Disneyland was like.

He was bouncing off the walls, not listening to a word you said, and excited to run around and do everything he could. Except instead of seeing Goofy and going on rollercoasters, he was counting how many headshots he could make and how many kilos of coke he could ‘confiscate’ aka hoard in his basement.

There was no reason today should have gone any differently from how busts usually did. Typically, you killed a couple people, let him add to his collection, and got the fuck out before cops arrived. 

Today was very different, though, because Adrian did something very stupid that he usually tried hard to avoid. He got the two of you into a gun fight in the main stash room. Bullets from both of your guns, and those fired at you, were ripping through tightly packed bricks of what you had assumed was coke, sending the powder flying into the air in big clouds and settling over you. Except this powder was pink and smelled like artificial strawberries.

And the high it gave was unlike any other high you’d ever had.

By the time everyone except you and Adrian were dead, you were panting and sweating, every inch of your body was uncomfortably warm. Every inch of you was on fire. Your pulse was pounding in your throat and throbbing between your thighs and your head was swimming. 

Adrian seemed to be faring better, saved a little bit by his mask, but you could still see his chest rising and falling rapidly. He was also walking a little oddly as he made his way over to inspect the remaining, unexploded packages.

“Adrian!” you called, your voice as shaky as your knees felt. “Let’s go!”

“But the drugs-”

“Leave them, we need to go,” He seemed to sense the urgency in your tone and acquiesced. When he turned to make his way towards you and the exit, you realised why his gait was so awkward. He was hard. Very hard.

Your mouth started to water. You had to wrench your gaze away from his very sizable and probably very painful erection to force your legs to move.

Both of you were quiet, save for your panting as you moved mindlessly through the warehouse halls that were littered with bodies. 

The cool night air when you pushed through the doors felt incredible on your burning skin. For about 10 seconds before you were overheating once again. You stopped to rip off your kevlar vest, breathing only slightly easier once the heavy weight was gone.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Adrian was mumbling to himself as he wobbled past where you stood towards his car. 

You were still standing just outside the door, trying in vain to gulp as many lungfuls of cold air as you could, eyes glued to Adrian. He slumped against the passenger side of his car, not bothering to get in, simply ripping his mask off and pressing his forehead to the cold metal. You swore you heard him moan in relief. Your own whimper at the noise leaked out and his head snapped up.

The two of you were about 20 feet away from each other, but with your newfound tunnel vision, you could see the look on his face clearly. He looked hungry.

Your feet moved before you realised. In an instant that felt like ages, you were pressed against him, pushing his back into his old beater. Your hands tangled in his hair and your lips crashing onto his.

It felt euphoric, his lips and tongue and teeth clashing with yours in a way that seemed less like kissing and more like sparring. It was aggressive and needy and alleviated some of the burning ache that was invading every inch of you. But it wasn’t enough.

Even as his hands shifted to your ass, yanking you even further into him and spinning the two of you so you were the one pressed into the car, it wasn’t enough. You needed him everywhere on and in you.

And as his hips rutted into yours and one of his hands pulled your leg up to wrap around his waist, pressing the bulge in his suit right between your legs, you thought for sure you’d get more. Right outside of this warehouse where you’d both just committed so much murder.

But, sadly, you were interrupted by the tell tale sound of sirens.

“Fuck!” Adrian pushed himself off you. He stumbled back, his hands on his knees as he panted. “We need to go.”

You groaned, pressing your thighs tightly together as you leaned against the car, unsure that your legs would support you. “Where are we supposed to go?”

His eyes were trained on your lips, greedily watching every movement they made. He didn’t respond, simply staring, his eyes darting between your legs, your heaving chest, and your panting mouth. Your eyes mimicked his, taking all of him in. All the while, sirens rang out louder and louder.

The first distant flashes of red and blue lights seemed to snap both of you out of your trance. Adrian rushed to the driver side, yanking the door open so hard, you were afraid it would come off the hinges.

“My mom’s out of town,” he took his seat and you followed suit, slumping into the passenger seat.

How the two of you managed to make it back to his house when you were on the verge of combusting was a mystery. Especially since Adrian had been whimpering and begging since you’d started to touch yourself halfway through the drive, losing your internal battle for self control.

The way he whined and pleaded with you to stop so he didn’t crash the car or cum in his pants was burned into your memory. To your delight though, he was making those same sounds when he pushed you down over the hood of his car.

The garage door was just barely closing, sealing you off from his very normal suburban neighborhood, when Adrian was reaching over you to open your door. He pushed it open and then, to your surprise, he pushed you out.

You would have cursed him and maybe swung at him a few times, if he wasn’t vaulting over the hood to haul you to your feet.

Adrian’s mouth met yours again, this kiss just as desperate and combative as the first. Your anger faded as one of his gloved hands knotted in your hair and the other pushed down into your unbuttoned jeans. You couldn’t for the life of you figure out how he was able to locate your clit immediately, but thank god he was.

In just a few rough circles, he was able to push you over the edge into an orgasm that was so much more intense than any other you’d experienced. It washed over you in waves, causing your knees to buckle, your eyes to roll back, and your mouth to disconnect from his. The only things holding you up as you gasped and moaned into the air were his grip on your hair and the car at your back. And all the while, his hips were rutting against your thigh, his own little noises joining yours.

As you came back to earth, you found that the burning ache in your core was even hungrier, your walls clenching around nothing. Your hips still twitched through the aftershocks, made even worse by the fact that, while his fingers had slowed, they still hadn’t stopped.

Adrian’s pupils were nearly entirely blown out and his mouth was running even as he sucked and bit and licked at your neck. 

“Holy fuck that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I need to make you do that again. Fuck, I need to be in you though, shit can I? Can I please fuck you now, please?”

Your mouth opened to respond with ‘yes, please’, but before you could, Adrian bit down on a spot just below your ear and pushed two fingers inside of you. A strangled gasp leaving your lips instead of the words you were desperate to say.

“Please,” he was begging now. “Please, I promise I’ll make it so good. So, so good.”

“Yes,” you finally managed to croak out. 

That was all the permission he needed to withdraw his fingers. Both of you let out disappointed noises at the loss, but yours was cut off when he seamlessly spun you around and moved you over so he could push you down face first into the hood of his Sebring. 

One of his hands landed on the middle of your back, keeping your front half pinned to the rapidly cooling metal while his other was yanking your pants and underwear down your legs just far enough to give him access. With that same hand, you heard him yank on the belt of his tactical pants and the unzipping of his fly. 

“Hurry up!” You finally found your voice, that slow, raging fire building to the point it was nearly painful.

“Fuck, I’m going,” his voice was breathless. 

With his pants barely pushed down just like yours, he kicked your legs open wider, all the while keeping pressure on your back. You were completely unable to see what was happening behind you, forced to focus on the feeling only.

You couldn’t help the whine you let out when you felt the tip of him push into you. Adrian had to take a deep rattling breath to steady himself before he was slamming his hips into yours, pushing the entirety of his length deep inside of you.

You gasped and he whined. It felt like he was splitting you apart. The deep ache of the stretch had you flexing around him, forcing a whimper out of his mouth.

“Fuck… don’t do that, I’ll cum like immediately,” little noises were leaking from him and his hand that wasn’t pressing between your shoulder blades took up a bruising grip on your hip. 

“Then fucking fuck me!” You were starting to struggle under his hands, trying in vain to grind your hips against his.

Adrian pulled back, harshly slamming into you before stilling again. “Give me a second!”

“No,” you snarled back, twisting away from his hands.

It was your turn to shove him. He landed on his ass on the garage floor, mouth agape with wide, glassy eyes staring up at you behind his lenses. Your eyes were glued to his dick as you stripped your boots and pants as fast as you could. 

You had obviously felt the size of him inside of you, but seeing it was something else. He was big. Much bigger than his offputting personality and irritating quirks would have led you to believe. Not that you’d ever thought about how big his dick was. No, you’d never think about that.

Once your shoes and pants were flung into separate corners of the garage, you pounced. Your knees scraped on the concrete as you grasped him and sank down. They were going to be scratched to all hell when this was all over, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. 

All you could focus on right now was how fucking good he felt inside you as you bounced on him. Adrian seemed to also not be thinking about anything other than you as his still gloved hands gripped your hips, helping you along in your movements over him. 

That was until your own hands, previously braced against his chest, flew to the hem of your own top. The tight fabric suddenly felt like it was strangling you, constricting your breathing. His hands moved up from your hips, shoving at the fabric until it was past your breasts, allowing him to yank down the cups of your bra. After you pulled the shirt over your head, you could have sworn he was giving you heart eyes. 

When he sat straight up to start licking and nipped at your nipple you clenched around him, causing the most beautiful strangled grunt to jerk its way out of his throat, followed by a whine of your name. His hips rolled up into yours and his hands squeezed you tightly, all the while breathy noises poured out of his lips and onto your skin. Heat was flooding into you and dripping out of you, and yet you both kept moving.

“Holy fuck,” your hips slowed to a stop and your hand tangled in his hair, using the grip to jerk him back so you could look him in the eye. “Did you just cum?”

His face was flushed and a bead of sweat dripped down his face. Adrian nodded. “Yeah… Felt too good.”

With a groan of your own, you smashed your lips to his, one hand still maintaining the death grip on his hair while your tongue pushed into his mouth. 

“That’s so hot,” you spoke directly into his mouth. Your hips started to grind down onto him again, and you finally noticed he was still rock hard inside of you. Part of you was concerned, but a bigger part was focused on chasing your own orgasm, consumed by your own need. 

Adrian seemed to agree that  your pursuit of your own end was more important than his comfort. His gloved thumb made contact with your clit, all of his focus going towards the figure eights he was drawing. Little noises that let you know just how overstimulated he already was leaked into your mouth and you answered with your own moans.

Once again, you found yourself embarrassingly close to cumming in a shamefully short amount of time since he touched you. It was building, promising to hit you even harder as the sensation of his hard length sliding in and out of you seemed to amplify everything.

Your head dropped back and away, disconnecting your lips from his when the damn finally broke. Your mouth was open, but no sound escaped as every muscle in your body locked.

Adrian didn’t let up, though. His finger kept up its motion on your clit, his free hand took over your movements, not allowing you to slow down in your riding, and his lips found your neck.

He was biting and sucking as your entire body trembled. Your hand in his hair tightened, the thrust up into you that that triggered finally forced sound to leave your lips. High pitched moans and gasps left you as he just kept pushing you further.

Adrian just wouldn’t stop, even when tears started to leak down your cheeks and your trembling turned into full on shaking. He kept going, causing the waves of pleasure to wash over you in increasingly mind blowing waves. 

You had to jerk his hand away to stop him when things teetered on too much. Your head dropped to his, pressing your foreheads together as you wheezed, trying to regain your ability to think.

He held you as you came down. One of his hands did snake up your back to undo your bra, dropping it away to leave you fully naked.

When you were finally able to breathe somewhat normally, you pulled back to look at him. He was disheveled, looking as dazed as you felt, but his green eyes sparkled with wonder. That was when it dawned on you that even after the life changing orgasm you’d just experienced, the heat in your stomach wasn’t done with you just yet.

“Fuck,” you grumbled, grinding your hips down into his. “It’s not enough. Fuck me, Adrian. Come on.”

“We need to get off this floor,” he shifted, biting his lip at the way you squeezed him. “My ass is asleep.”

It nearly broke your heart to pull off of him and stumble into a standing position. “Fine, fine.”

“Holy shit,” Adrian jumped to his feet, still somehow way more coordinated than you. “Your knees…”

You looked down, finding them a little bloody and scratched raw. It should have hurt, but for some reason, there was no pain. Except the pain coming from deep in your lower stomach, craving  him deep inside you.

“I don’t care, I’m fine,” you dragged him towards you by the straps on his suit. “Are you going to fuck me or not?”

“Only if you let me clean those eventually,” his hands went to the back of your thighs, picking you up. His hand gripped his length, sliding home while you wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Sure,” your hand went to his cheek and your lips found his neck. “You can do anything you want.”

This was Adrian so, of course, he immediately made you regret your choice of words.

“Anything? Because I’ve always wanted to spar naked with you,” that didn’t sound like a horrible idea. Of course it got worse, but he was already walking into the house, the movement of each step causing you to inadvertently bounce on his length again. You didn’t really care what else he said, as long as he made you cum again. “And maybe we could play catch but with a knife because I need to practice catching them without getting cut and the idea of you throwing a knife at me is, like, the hottest thing I can imagine-”

He was setting you down on the kitchen table, your ass resting on the edge and his dick still buried to the hilt inside of you.

“That’s the hottest thing you can think of?” Your hand reached out to grab his jaw, forcing him to look you in the eyes. “Adrian, you’re balls deep in me, I’m naked, and you’re still wearing your suit. This isn’t hotter?”

It was like you just told him the earth was round and blew his mind. His eyes bugged out as they swept over your form. He took in every inch of bare skin, all the way from your face down to where the two of you were connected. His hips jerked forward while he muttered something you didn’t catch under his breath.

When his eyes flicked back up to yours a grin took over his face.

“Ok, maybe that's the second hottest thing I can think of.”

“That’s what I thought,” your smile mirrored his before it was sliding off your face as he actually started to move. 

He was slow as he pulled out of you, but his movement back in was rough and forceful. It knocked the breath out of you, and would have pushed you back across the table if he didn’t have a death grip on your hips.

Your own hands floundered for a moment before finding spots that you could dig your fingers into on the front of his suit. You were holding on for dear life as he increased the pace of his thrusts.

When your head started to drop back, breaking eye contact with him, he was quick to grab a handful of your hair. He pulled you back up, keeping your gaze locked on his as he continued his brutal movements. 

It was impossible to stop the breathy noises you were letting out as you stared him down. He was shifting his hips every few thrusts, searching for that angle that would have you crying and cumming in no time. 

His persistence paid off. The newest angle had him hitting that soft spot inside you dead on when he pushed in. Your moan of his name tipped him off to his success immediately.

You had expected him to keep at it. What you hadn’t expected was for him to push you down, laying your back across the cool wood of the dining room table. His hands yanked you down, your entire ass hanging off the edge now as he pulled your legs up over his shoulders. From there, he kept up that angle. In and out while you writhed and arched under him.

The feeling was starting to build and you found your hands scrambling to grip the edge of the table as he unrelentingly pounded into you.

“Need you to cum again,” he sounded out of breath. His eyes were raking over you. “Need you to cum with me.”

He was pushing you closer and closer. Every push in was like striking a match, sending sparks flashing behind your eyes. 

“Can you do that?” Adrian was leaning over you now, bending you practically in half as the new angle allowed him deeper access. The hand that wasn’t keeping your hips in position wrapped around your neck, putting just the right pressure on the sides to have your eyes rolling back and fuzz clouding your ears. “Can you cum around me? Please, baby?”

You couldn’t speak. All you could give him was a nod as you clenched around him. He groaned, tilting his head down to watch as his length moved in and out of you.

“God, fuck, you feel incredible. Can’t believe we’ve never done this before,” you weren’t listening to a damn thing he said, too focused on the heat that was once again nearing the overflow point.

Your walls had started to twitch and spasm around him, clueing him in to how close you really were. 

“Cum, please cum. I need it, I need to feel you,” the fact that the final straw was him begging was something you’d have to examine later. For now, you were focused on the way your walls squeezed rhythmically as your orgasm overtook you. It was less intense than the previous two, probably since Adrian had spared your clit from any more stimulation, but it still had your eyes shutting and his name falling from your lips.

Groans and whines came from Adrian as he gave a few more thrusts before he was cumming deep inside of you again. 

His shakiness seemed to match yours as he released your throat, sliding your legs off his shoulders so he could nuzzle into your neck. Both of you panted as you slowly came down.

He was finally softening inside of you, seemingly having fucked the drug out of his system. You, on the other hand, weren’t as lucky. 

Adrian had his mask to offer him some protection when the two of you got dosed. You hadn’t. You’d gotten a much larger dose, and were still feeling him. There was still that itch deep inside you that hadn’t yet been scratched.

“Please,” you whined, your hips trying their best to roll up into his. You didn’t have much success, given that he still had you fully pinned under him. “Please, Adrian, I need more.”

He pulled back to look at you, taking in the desperate look on your face. “Shit, ok. It’s ok, I’ll take care of you.”

Adrian slowly pushed himself up and off of you. A whine was already building in your throat when his weight left you, but it tumbled out when he slowly pulled out of you. He paused to watch his release drip down onto the floor.

You were sure he would have stood there staring for hours if you hadn’t begun writhing and reaching a hand between your legs. If he wasn’t going to deal with the problem he caused, you would.

He stopped you before you could, slapping your hand away. With a firm grip on your waist, Adrian pulled you off the table and onto your feet. You weren’t standing for long, though, since he was ducking down and lifting you over his shoulder.

It wasn’t particularly comfortable, with his armour digging into your stomach with every step he took, but it did give you a good view of his ass. 

Just when you were about to give into the temptation to slap it, Adrian was hauling you off his shoulder and throwing you onto his bed. You bounced, landing in the center.

You’d never been in his room before, but any urge to snoop was squashed by the sight of Adrian starting to peel off his tactical gear. 

First his chest plate hit the floor, followed by his compression shirt, revealing a ridiculously toned chest that you had no idea he was hiding under those god awful polos he’d been wearing lately. You felt pathetic, nearly salivating over him as he stripped out of his pants. His dick was soft, completely worn out, even as he looked at you naked on his bed, but you didn’t care. You were fascinated by his muscular thighs that were begging for you to ride them.

Your staring was interrupted as Adrian moved to kneel on the edge of his bed. His eyes still scanned over you, finally focusing between your legs. He looked hungry.

“Get comfortable,” you swallowed hard, following his order as you scooted up to lay your head on his pillows. When he was satisfied that you were ready, he crawled between your legs.

He hooked his arms under your thighs to put pressure on your stomach before he was directing one of your hands to his hair. “Pull me off if it’s too much.”

All you could do was nod as you watched him lower his lips to your mound. His eyes stayed focused on yours as he kissed lower and lower until he was pressing a closed mouth kiss over your clit. 

And then an open mouthed kiss. 

And then he was well and truly eating you. His lips and tongue felt like they were everywhere, testing what touches where gave you the strongest reaction. 

It didn’t take him long to find the combination that had your hips shifting and trying to grind against his mouth. His hands on your stomach quickly put a stop to that though. They pressed you into the bed, keeping you as immobile as he could while he pulled ungodly noises from your mouth. His own groans and the filthy wet sounds from between your legs joined your sounds.

Your feelings were slowly warming to Adrian, but he still was managing to piss you off with how easily he was figuring out how to make you reach the brink. You were close, but something was missing. Your whining picked up steam, little breathy moans of his name filling the empty air.

Adrian, stupid fucking Adrian who missed every social cue except for when it came to making you cum aparently, read your mind. One of his hands left your stomach, two of his fingers snaking inside of you to brush against that same spot that had you cumming on his dick just 10 minutes previously.

He stroked his fingers there, his mouth intently focused on your clit, and his other hand still putting that pressure on your stomach that made everything feel even more overwhelming. 

You could feel it. What was ‘it’? It was the slow fading of that unnatural heat and the increasingly pleasurable feeling of your orgasm building once more. But it felt different. There was the anticipation of your orgasm, sure, but there was a pressure, too. 

That pressure was growing alongside your pleasure, the two of them seemingly bouncing off each other, pushing them higher and higher. The feeling was foreign and you couldn’t place it.

Until you were on the edge. Then you realized what it felt like.

“Wait, Adrian-”

He didn’t listen, doubling down on his efforts and pushing you past the point of no return.

You didn’t see what happened, your eyes had rolled back into your head and your back was so arched you’d be feeling it tomorrow. But you felt it. Like the strongest release of tension in your entire life.

That band inside of you snapped and the floodgates opened. Literally. 

Your legs shook, thighs trying unsuccessfully to squeeze shut around his shoulders, while your hips jolted involuntarily as the pleasure peaked. It felt never ending. Hot and blinding and overwhelming until it finally began to slow down.

You were breathless, one of your arms flung over your eyes as your body twitched weakly through the aftershocks. You didn’t move. You couldn’t. You didn’t want to.

Until Adrian was moving. His body heat left yours, causing you to peak up at him. He was kneeling between your legs now and the lower half of his face was drenched. For a moment, you thought nothing of that, until you pushed up onto your elbows and saw that the bed was drenched.

A horrified look crossed your face. You peed on him. Oh my god. You need to find the nearest exit right now. 

Adrian didn’t look horrified, though. If anything he looked smug.

“I didn’t know you could squirt,” the idiot was licking his fingers clean.

Your brain stuttered. You squirted? That had never happened before. 

Again, you couldn’t decide if you were happy he was the one who had made you do it or if you were pissed at him for being that good.

“Me neither,” your voice was weak as you watched him.

For a moment, both of you were quiet, assessing each other.

Finally, he spoke. “Let’s clean up and go to bed, yeah?”

You nodded, allowing him to pull you onto legs that were about as strong as jelly and guide you into the shower.

It wasn’t until the next day, while he made you breakfast, that you finally laid into him about how it was his fault the two of you got dosed. He took it all with a smile on his face.

It didn’t take much longer after that for him to have you bent over the same table he fucked you on the day before, doing his best to convince you to forgive him.

@flirtysnakes @bubbleberrie

[vigilhoe]

Omg you guys were horny but thank you we've hit 1000 notes I could cry

[vigilhoe]

all his fault

it's entirely Adrian's fault that both of you ended up high off some kind of pink powder that's causing all sorts of issues. But it's not just Adrian's fault that the two of you took care of it in his garage... and maybe his bedroom... and maybe on his mom's kitchen table...

wc: 5,001

warnings: dubious consent because sex drugs but verbal consent is given, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), squirting, choking, fingering, unsafe sex, cream pie, Adrian is a whiner, begging, clothed sex. the suit stays ON, afab reader, no y/n, lots of shoving actually, floor sex, table sex, reader kind of hates Adrian but his dick fixes that

an: dear readers,

*mickey milkovich voice* RELAX WE'LL GET A DICK IN YOU AS SOON AS WE CAN

sincerely,

vigilhoe

This was all fucking Adrian’s fault. He was the one who insisted on having company on his stupid little drug bust. 

You’d been with him on a few before, but usually he tackled them alone, since none of your other friends really wanted to keep him company. Going crime fighting with Adrian was a lot like what you imagined taking a child to Disneyland was like.

He was bouncing off the walls, not listening to a word you said, and excited to run around and do everything he could. Except instead of seeing Goofy and going on rollercoasters, he was counting how many headshots he could make and how many kilos of coke he could ‘confiscate’ aka hoard in his basement.

There was no reason today should have gone any differently from how busts usually did. Typically, you killed a couple people, let him add to his collection, and got the fuck out before cops arrived. 

Today was very different, though, because Adrian did something very stupid that he usually tried hard to avoid. He got the two of you into a gun fight in the main stash room. Bullets from both of your guns, and those fired at you, were ripping through tightly packed bricks of what you had assumed was coke, sending the powder flying into the air in big clouds and settling over you. Except this powder was pink and smelled like artificial strawberries.

And the high it gave was unlike any other high you’d ever had.

By the time everyone except you and Adrian were dead, you were panting and sweating, every inch of your body was uncomfortably warm. Every inch of you was on fire. Your pulse was pounding in your throat and throbbing between your thighs and your head was swimming. 

Adrian seemed to be faring better, saved a little bit by his mask, but you could still see his chest rising and falling rapidly. He was also walking a little oddly as he made his way over to inspect the remaining, unexploded packages.

“Adrian!” you called, your voice as shaky as your knees felt. “Let’s go!”

“But the drugs-”

“Leave them, we need to go,” He seemed to sense the urgency in your tone and acquiesced. When he turned to make his way towards you and the exit, you realised why his gait was so awkward. He was hard. Very hard.

Your mouth started to water. You had to wrench your gaze away from his very sizable and probably very painful erection to force your legs to move.

Both of you were quiet, save for your panting as you moved mindlessly through the warehouse halls that were littered with bodies. 

The cool night air when you pushed through the doors felt incredible on your burning skin. For about 10 seconds before you were overheating once again. You stopped to rip off your kevlar vest, breathing only slightly easier once the heavy weight was gone.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Adrian was mumbling to himself as he wobbled past where you stood towards his car. 

You were still standing just outside the door, trying in vain to gulp as many lungfuls of cold air as you could, eyes glued to Adrian. He slumped against the passenger side of his car, not bothering to get in, simply ripping his mask off and pressing his forehead to the cold metal. You swore you heard him moan in relief. Your own whimper at the noise leaked out and his head snapped up.

The two of you were about 20 feet away from each other, but with your newfound tunnel vision, you could see the look on his face clearly. He looked hungry.

Your feet moved before you realised. In an instant that felt like ages, you were pressed against him, pushing his back into his old beater. Your hands tangled in his hair and your lips crashing onto his.

It felt euphoric, his lips and tongue and teeth clashing with yours in a way that seemed less like kissing and more like sparring. It was aggressive and needy and alleviated some of the burning ache that was invading every inch of you. But it wasn’t enough.

Even as his hands shifted to your ass, yanking you even further into him and spinning the two of you so you were the one pressed into the car, it wasn’t enough. You needed him everywhere on and in you.

And as his hips rutted into yours and one of his hands pulled your leg up to wrap around his waist, pressing the bulge in his suit right between your legs, you thought for sure you’d get more. Right outside of this warehouse where you’d both just committed so much murder.

But, sadly, you were interrupted by the tell tale sound of sirens.

“Fuck!” Adrian pushed himself off you. He stumbled back, his hands on his knees as he panted. “We need to go.”

You groaned, pressing your thighs tightly together as you leaned against the car, unsure that your legs would support you. “Where are we supposed to go?”

His eyes were trained on your lips, greedily watching every movement they made. He didn’t respond, simply staring, his eyes darting between your legs, your heaving chest, and your panting mouth. Your eyes mimicked his, taking all of him in. All the while, sirens rang out louder and louder.

The first distant flashes of red and blue lights seemed to snap both of you out of your trance. Adrian rushed to the driver side, yanking the door open so hard, you were afraid it would come off the hinges.

“My mom’s out of town,” he took his seat and you followed suit, slumping into the passenger seat.

How the two of you managed to make it back to his house when you were on the verge of combusting was a mystery. Especially since Adrian had been whimpering and begging since you’d started to touch yourself halfway through the drive, losing your internal battle for self control.

The way he whined and pleaded with you to stop so he didn’t crash the car or cum in his pants was burned into your memory. To your delight though, he was making those same sounds when he pushed you down over the hood of his car.

The garage door was just barely closing, sealing you off from his very normal suburban neighborhood, when Adrian was reaching over you to open your door. He pushed it open and then, to your surprise, he pushed you out.

You would have cursed him and maybe swung at him a few times, if he wasn’t vaulting over the hood to haul you to your feet.

Adrian’s mouth met yours again, this kiss just as desperate and combative as the first. Your anger faded as one of his gloved hands knotted in your hair and the other pushed down into your unbuttoned jeans. You couldn’t for the life of you figure out how he was able to locate your clit immediately, but thank god he was.

In just a few rough circles, he was able to push you over the edge into an orgasm that was so much more intense than any other you’d experienced. It washed over you in waves, causing your knees to buckle, your eyes to roll back, and your mouth to disconnect from his. The only things holding you up as you gasped and moaned into the air were his grip on your hair and the car at your back. And all the while, his hips were rutting against your thigh, his own little noises joining yours.

As you came back to earth, you found that the burning ache in your core was even hungrier, your walls clenching around nothing. Your hips still twitched through the aftershocks, made even worse by the fact that, while his fingers had slowed, they still hadn’t stopped.

Adrian’s pupils were nearly entirely blown out and his mouth was running even as he sucked and bit and licked at your neck. 

“Holy fuck that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I need to make you do that again. Fuck, I need to be in you though, shit can I? Can I please fuck you now, please?”

Your mouth opened to respond with ‘yes, please’, but before you could, Adrian bit down on a spot just below your ear and pushed two fingers inside of you. A strangled gasp leaving your lips instead of the words you were desperate to say.

“Please,” he was begging now. “Please, I promise I’ll make it so good. So, so good.”

“Yes,” you finally managed to croak out. 

That was all the permission he needed to withdraw his fingers. Both of you let out disappointed noises at the loss, but yours was cut off when he seamlessly spun you around and moved you over so he could push you down face first into the hood of his Sebring. 

One of his hands landed on the middle of your back, keeping your front half pinned to the rapidly cooling metal while his other was yanking your pants and underwear down your legs just far enough to give him access. With that same hand, you heard him yank on the belt of his tactical pants and the unzipping of his fly. 

“Hurry up!” You finally found your voice, that slow, raging fire building to the point it was nearly painful.

“Fuck, I’m going,” his voice was breathless. 

With his pants barely pushed down just like yours, he kicked your legs open wider, all the while keeping pressure on your back. You were completely unable to see what was happening behind you, forced to focus on the feeling only.

You couldn’t help the whine you let out when you felt the tip of him push into you. Adrian had to take a deep rattling breath to steady himself before he was slamming his hips into yours, pushing the entirety of his length deep inside of you.

You gasped and he whined. It felt like he was splitting you apart. The deep ache of the stretch had you flexing around him, forcing a whimper out of his mouth.

“Fuck… don’t do that, I’ll cum like immediately,” little noises were leaking from him and his hand that wasn’t pressing between your shoulder blades took up a bruising grip on your hip. 

“Then fucking fuck me!” You were starting to struggle under his hands, trying in vain to grind your hips against his.

Adrian pulled back, harshly slamming into you before stilling again. “Give me a second!”

“No,” you snarled back, twisting away from his hands.

It was your turn to shove him. He landed on his ass on the garage floor, mouth agape with wide, glassy eyes staring up at you behind his lenses. Your eyes were glued to his dick as you stripped your boots and pants as fast as you could. 

You had obviously felt the size of him inside of you, but seeing it was something else. He was big. Much bigger than his offputting personality and irritating quirks would have led you to believe. Not that you’d ever thought about how big his dick was. No, you’d never think about that.

Once your shoes and pants were flung into separate corners of the garage, you pounced. Your knees scraped on the concrete as you grasped him and sank down. They were going to be scratched to all hell when this was all over, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. 

All you could focus on right now was how fucking good he felt inside you as you bounced on him. Adrian seemed to also not be thinking about anything other than you as his still gloved hands gripped your hips, helping you along in your movements over him. 

That was until your own hands, previously braced against his chest, flew to the hem of your own top. The tight fabric suddenly felt like it was strangling you, constricting your breathing. His hands moved up from your hips, shoving at the fabric until it was past your breasts, allowing him to yank down the cups of your bra. After you pulled the shirt over your head, you could have sworn he was giving you heart eyes. 

When he sat straight up to start licking and nipped at your nipple you clenched around him, causing the most beautiful strangled grunt to jerk its way out of his throat, followed by a whine of your name. His hips rolled up into yours and his hands squeezed you tightly, all the while breathy noises poured out of his lips and onto your skin. Heat was flooding into you and dripping out of you, and yet you both kept moving.

“Holy fuck,” your hips slowed to a stop and your hand tangled in his hair, using the grip to jerk him back so you could look him in the eye. “Did you just cum?”

His face was flushed and a bead of sweat dripped down his face. Adrian nodded. “Yeah… Felt too good.”

With a groan of your own, you smashed your lips to his, one hand still maintaining the death grip on his hair while your tongue pushed into his mouth. 

“That’s so hot,” you spoke directly into his mouth. Your hips started to grind down onto him again, and you finally noticed he was still rock hard inside of you. Part of you was concerned, but a bigger part was focused on chasing your own orgasm, consumed by your own need. 

Adrian seemed to agree that  your pursuit of your own end was more important than his comfort. His gloved thumb made contact with your clit, all of his focus going towards the figure eights he was drawing. Little noises that let you know just how overstimulated he already was leaked into your mouth and you answered with your own moans.

Once again, you found yourself embarrassingly close to cumming in a shamefully short amount of time since he touched you. It was building, promising to hit you even harder as the sensation of his hard length sliding in and out of you seemed to amplify everything.

Your head dropped back and away, disconnecting your lips from his when the damn finally broke. Your mouth was open, but no sound escaped as every muscle in your body locked.

Adrian didn’t let up, though. His finger kept up its motion on your clit, his free hand took over your movements, not allowing you to slow down in your riding, and his lips found your neck.

He was biting and sucking as your entire body trembled. Your hand in his hair tightened, the thrust up into you that that triggered finally forced sound to leave your lips. High pitched moans and gasps left you as he just kept pushing you further.

Adrian just wouldn’t stop, even when tears started to leak down your cheeks and your trembling turned into full on shaking. He kept going, causing the waves of pleasure to wash over you in increasingly mind blowing waves. 

You had to jerk his hand away to stop him when things teetered on too much. Your head dropped to his, pressing your foreheads together as you wheezed, trying to regain your ability to think.

He held you as you came down. One of his hands did snake up your back to undo your bra, dropping it away to leave you fully naked.

When you were finally able to breathe somewhat normally, you pulled back to look at him. He was disheveled, looking as dazed as you felt, but his green eyes sparkled with wonder. That was when it dawned on you that even after the life changing orgasm you’d just experienced, the heat in your stomach wasn’t done with you just yet.

“Fuck,” you grumbled, grinding your hips down into his. “It’s not enough. Fuck me, Adrian. Come on.”

“We need to get off this floor,” he shifted, biting his lip at the way you squeezed him. “My ass is asleep.”

It nearly broke your heart to pull off of him and stumble into a standing position. “Fine, fine.”

“Holy shit,” Adrian jumped to his feet, still somehow way more coordinated than you. “Your knees…”

You looked down, finding them a little bloody and scratched raw. It should have hurt, but for some reason, there was no pain. Except the pain coming from deep in your lower stomach, craving  him deep inside you.

“I don’t care, I’m fine,” you dragged him towards you by the straps on his suit. “Are you going to fuck me or not?”

“Only if you let me clean those eventually,” his hands went to the back of your thighs, picking you up. His hand gripped his length, sliding home while you wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Sure,” your hand went to his cheek and your lips found his neck. “You can do anything you want.”

This was Adrian so, of course, he immediately made you regret your choice of words.

“Anything? Because I’ve always wanted to spar naked with you,” that didn’t sound like a horrible idea. Of course it got worse, but he was already walking into the house, the movement of each step causing you to inadvertently bounce on his length again. You didn’t really care what else he said, as long as he made you cum again. “And maybe we could play catch but with a knife because I need to practice catching them without getting cut and the idea of you throwing a knife at me is, like, the hottest thing I can imagine-”

He was setting you down on the kitchen table, your ass resting on the edge and his dick still buried to the hilt inside of you.

“That’s the hottest thing you can think of?” Your hand reached out to grab his jaw, forcing him to look you in the eyes. “Adrian, you’re balls deep in me, I’m naked, and you’re still wearing your suit. This isn’t hotter?”

It was like you just told him the earth was round and blew his mind. His eyes bugged out as they swept over your form. He took in every inch of bare skin, all the way from your face down to where the two of you were connected. His hips jerked forward while he muttered something you didn’t catch under his breath.

When his eyes flicked back up to yours a grin took over his face.

“Ok, maybe that's the second hottest thing I can think of.”

“That’s what I thought,” your smile mirrored his before it was sliding off your face as he actually started to move. 

He was slow as he pulled out of you, but his movement back in was rough and forceful. It knocked the breath out of you, and would have pushed you back across the table if he didn’t have a death grip on your hips.

Your own hands floundered for a moment before finding spots that you could dig your fingers into on the front of his suit. You were holding on for dear life as he increased the pace of his thrusts.

When your head started to drop back, breaking eye contact with him, he was quick to grab a handful of your hair. He pulled you back up, keeping your gaze locked on his as he continued his brutal movements. 

It was impossible to stop the breathy noises you were letting out as you stared him down. He was shifting his hips every few thrusts, searching for that angle that would have you crying and cumming in no time. 

His persistence paid off. The newest angle had him hitting that soft spot inside you dead on when he pushed in. Your moan of his name tipped him off to his success immediately.

You had expected him to keep at it. What you hadn’t expected was for him to push you down, laying your back across the cool wood of the dining room table. His hands yanked you down, your entire ass hanging off the edge now as he pulled your legs up over his shoulders. From there, he kept up that angle. In and out while you writhed and arched under him.

The feeling was starting to build and you found your hands scrambling to grip the edge of the table as he unrelentingly pounded into you.

“Need you to cum again,” he sounded out of breath. His eyes were raking over you. “Need you to cum with me.”

He was pushing you closer and closer. Every push in was like striking a match, sending sparks flashing behind your eyes. 

“Can you do that?” Adrian was leaning over you now, bending you practically in half as the new angle allowed him deeper access. The hand that wasn’t keeping your hips in position wrapped around your neck, putting just the right pressure on the sides to have your eyes rolling back and fuzz clouding your ears. “Can you cum around me? Please, baby?”

You couldn’t speak. All you could give him was a nod as you clenched around him. He groaned, tilting his head down to watch as his length moved in and out of you.

“God, fuck, you feel incredible. Can’t believe we’ve never done this before,” you weren’t listening to a damn thing he said, too focused on the heat that was once again nearing the overflow point.

Your walls had started to twitch and spasm around him, clueing him in to how close you really were. 

“Cum, please cum. I need it, I need to feel you,” the fact that the final straw was him begging was something you’d have to examine later. For now, you were focused on the way your walls squeezed rhythmically as your orgasm overtook you. It was less intense than the previous two, probably since Adrian had spared your clit from any more stimulation, but it still had your eyes shutting and his name falling from your lips.

Groans and whines came from Adrian as he gave a few more thrusts before he was cumming deep inside of you again. 

His shakiness seemed to match yours as he released your throat, sliding your legs off his shoulders so he could nuzzle into your neck. Both of you panted as you slowly came down.

He was finally softening inside of you, seemingly having fucked the drug out of his system. You, on the other hand, weren’t as lucky. 

Adrian had his mask to offer him some protection when the two of you got dosed. You hadn’t. You’d gotten a much larger dose, and were still feeling him. There was still that itch deep inside you that hadn’t yet been scratched.

“Please,” you whined, your hips trying their best to roll up into his. You didn’t have much success, given that he still had you fully pinned under him. “Please, Adrian, I need more.”

He pulled back to look at you, taking in the desperate look on your face. “Shit, ok. It’s ok, I’ll take care of you.”

Adrian slowly pushed himself up and off of you. A whine was already building in your throat when his weight left you, but it tumbled out when he slowly pulled out of you. He paused to watch his release drip down onto the floor.

You were sure he would have stood there staring for hours if you hadn’t begun writhing and reaching a hand between your legs. If he wasn’t going to deal with the problem he caused, you would.

He stopped you before you could, slapping your hand away. With a firm grip on your waist, Adrian pulled you off the table and onto your feet. You weren’t standing for long, though, since he was ducking down and lifting you over his shoulder.

It wasn’t particularly comfortable, with his armour digging into your stomach with every step he took, but it did give you a good view of his ass. 

Just when you were about to give into the temptation to slap it, Adrian was hauling you off his shoulder and throwing you onto his bed. You bounced, landing in the center.

You’d never been in his room before, but any urge to snoop was squashed by the sight of Adrian starting to peel off his tactical gear. 

First his chest plate hit the floor, followed by his compression shirt, revealing a ridiculously toned chest that you had no idea he was hiding under those god awful polos he’d been wearing lately. You felt pathetic, nearly salivating over him as he stripped out of his pants. His dick was soft, completely worn out, even as he looked at you naked on his bed, but you didn’t care. You were fascinated by his muscular thighs that were begging for you to ride them.

Your staring was interrupted as Adrian moved to kneel on the edge of his bed. His eyes still scanned over you, finally focusing between your legs. He looked hungry.

“Get comfortable,” you swallowed hard, following his order as you scooted up to lay your head on his pillows. When he was satisfied that you were ready, he crawled between your legs.

He hooked his arms under your thighs to put pressure on your stomach before he was directing one of your hands to his hair. “Pull me off if it’s too much.”

All you could do was nod as you watched him lower his lips to your mound. His eyes stayed focused on yours as he kissed lower and lower until he was pressing a closed mouth kiss over your clit. 

And then an open mouthed kiss. 

And then he was well and truly eating you. His lips and tongue felt like they were everywhere, testing what touches where gave you the strongest reaction. 

It didn’t take him long to find the combination that had your hips shifting and trying to grind against his mouth. His hands on your stomach quickly put a stop to that though. They pressed you into the bed, keeping you as immobile as he could while he pulled ungodly noises from your mouth. His own groans and the filthy wet sounds from between your legs joined your sounds.

Your feelings were slowly warming to Adrian, but he still was managing to piss you off with how easily he was figuring out how to make you reach the brink. You were close, but something was missing. Your whining picked up steam, little breathy moans of his name filling the empty air.

Adrian, stupid fucking Adrian who missed every social cue except for when it came to making you cum aparently, read your mind. One of his hands left your stomach, two of his fingers snaking inside of you to brush against that same spot that had you cumming on his dick just 10 minutes previously.

He stroked his fingers there, his mouth intently focused on your clit, and his other hand still putting that pressure on your stomach that made everything feel even more overwhelming. 

You could feel it. What was ‘it’? It was the slow fading of that unnatural heat and the increasingly pleasurable feeling of your orgasm building once more. But it felt different. There was the anticipation of your orgasm, sure, but there was a pressure, too. 

That pressure was growing alongside your pleasure, the two of them seemingly bouncing off each other, pushing them higher and higher. The feeling was foreign and you couldn’t place it.

Until you were on the edge. Then you realized what it felt like.

“Wait, Adrian-”

He didn’t listen, doubling down on his efforts and pushing you past the point of no return.

You didn’t see what happened, your eyes had rolled back into your head and your back was so arched you’d be feeling it tomorrow. But you felt it. Like the strongest release of tension in your entire life.

That band inside of you snapped and the floodgates opened. Literally. 

Your legs shook, thighs trying unsuccessfully to squeeze shut around his shoulders, while your hips jolted involuntarily as the pleasure peaked. It felt never ending. Hot and blinding and overwhelming until it finally began to slow down.

You were breathless, one of your arms flung over your eyes as your body twitched weakly through the aftershocks. You didn’t move. You couldn’t. You didn’t want to.

Until Adrian was moving. His body heat left yours, causing you to peak up at him. He was kneeling between your legs now and the lower half of his face was drenched. For a moment, you thought nothing of that, until you pushed up onto your elbows and saw that the bed was drenched.

A horrified look crossed your face. You peed on him. Oh my god. You need to find the nearest exit right now. 

Adrian didn’t look horrified, though. If anything he looked smug.

“I didn’t know you could squirt,” the idiot was licking his fingers clean.

Your brain stuttered. You squirted? That had never happened before. 

Again, you couldn’t decide if you were happy he was the one who had made you do it or if you were pissed at him for being that good.

“Me neither,” your voice was weak as you watched him.

For a moment, both of you were quiet, assessing each other.

Finally, he spoke. “Let’s clean up and go to bed, yeah?”

You nodded, allowing him to pull you onto legs that were about as strong as jelly and guide you into the shower.

It wasn’t until the next day, while he made you breakfast, that you finally laid into him about how it was his fault the two of you got dosed. He took it all with a smile on his face.

It didn’t take much longer after that for him to have you bent over the same table he fucked you on the day before, doing his best to convince you to forgive him.

@flirtysnakes @bubbleberrie

[vigilhoe]

all his fault

it's entirely Adrian's fault that both of you ended up high off some kind of pink powder that's causing all sorts of issues. But it's not just Adrian's fault that the two of you took care of it in his garage... and maybe his bedroom... and maybe on his mom's kitchen table...

wc: 2k and counting

warnings: dubious consent because sex drugs but verbal consent is given, multiple orgasms, oral (m and f receiving), choking, fingering, unsafe sex, cream pie, Adrian is a whiner, begging, clothed sex. the suit stays ON, afab reader, no y/n, and possibly more!

I promise I will work on going ghost this weekend but I wanted to write something absolutely filthy with this premise and it doesn't fit in going ghost, so I figured I'd make it its own little thing.

[vigilhoe]

going ghost

ch8

this is how your world ends

wc: 1184

warnings: series typical violence, blood, injury, shitty medical care, reader is a human guinea pig, trauma, ptsd, Adrian really wants to stab the reader, metahuman!reader, ARGUS is evil, reader is plotting a murder, eventual smut tags on relevant chapters

Adrian just looked confused. “No I’m not.”

“Yes, you are,” you insisted. You were still holding his hand in yours, so you pushed it as close to his face as you could, shaking it for extra emphasis. “Look! No normal person would have healed that fast!”

Your excitement was plain on your face as you looked him over. His ability to heal was probably not the only reason that you were so drawn to him, but it gave you a tangible reason to hold onto. It made more logical sense to you that your shared ability caused your attraction to him.

“Well I’m not normal,” he shrugged. “Everyone says that. They think I’m kind of weird and annoying.”

Adrian said this like it was a well known fact. Grass is green, water is wet, and Adrian is weird. He didn’t seem bothered by this either. 

“No, Adrian,” you brushed past his comment. To be honest, you did think he was a little weird. “You’re a metahuman, like me.”

He paused for a moment and then laughed, like you’d made the funniest joke he’d ever heard. “That’s a good one.”

“I’m serious,” you glowered at him. 

“I just sleep things off. I’ve got a fast metabolism.”

You wanted to snap at him that a fast metabolism would not make him heal the way that he does, but you stopped for a minute. Was it worth arguing with him? Probably not. You didn’t know him well at all, but you were starting to get the sense that he wasn’t exactly easy to reason with.

You also couldn’t just stab him and prove it to him that way, no matter how tempting. If he didn’t get it from the shallow cut, drawing more blood likely wouldn’t convince him. Plus, he healed quickly, but not like you did. Odds are, he could actually die, unlike you.

Another part of you felt angry that he wouldn’t accept it. Was being like you really so bad? Sure, being super human hasn't worked out great for you so far, but it has its perks. He, as someone who seemed to get his ass beat regularly, certainly enjoyed the benefits.

“Ok, Adrian, whatever,” you released his hand and stood. You started to gather up the used supplies and bloody towels, toss them into a trash bag.

He was quiet for a moment, but you could feel his eyes flicking over you as you moved about. 

“Shit, did I say something wrong?”

You sighed, waving your hand. “It’s fine, Adrian.”

Truthfully, you didn’t know why you were so upset. Adrian seemed to put everything inside of you on hyperdrive. Every emotion, every feeling, every thought felt like it jumped to the extreme, whether it was good or bad. 

It was infuriating, but you also were starting to feel more alive than you had… Well, ever. Between growing up in black sites and labs before making your escape years ago, you’d settled into a survival mindset. Always aware, always on, always ready for shit to hit the fan, but not feeling much except fear. And then you’d settled into Evergreen and had allowed yourself to relax slightly. You’d been going through the motions, floating from work to home to work, terrified that anything beyond those two constants would spell the end of your freedom. 

“Oh, good. I can never tell what people are thinking. I’ve never been good at reading a room and people get weirded out by it sometimes. People just really confuse me, you know? And I don’t feel things like others do so I can’t really pick up on cues. It used to really bother me-”

Jesus Christ. You thought his non-stop rambling from earlier was because you were something shiny and new but now you were starting to think that this was just how he was. Especially with how quickly he jumped from topic to topic.

“-and who doesn’t like crows? They’re probably the best type of birds. Ok, eagles are pretty cool. My best friend Chris, you met him, he’s got a bald eagle-”

Peacemaker had a pet eagle? What the fuck?

Adrian was still talking as you continued cleaning. He hadn’t moved, though. He was still leaning against the wall under your window in just his underwear. 

“-and then I killed this king pin and stole his whole stash. I thought about burning it, but I’m not entirely sure what happens if you burn meth-”

“Do you want to get some sleep?” If you didn’t interrupt him, you feared he might just keep going.

He blinked at you for a moment. “Yeah, yeah that’d be great, actuaslly.”

He started to push himself up from the floor. You hurried over to help just in case he waivered, but he was stable.

Once he was on his feet, standing in front of you in nothing but his boxers, you stopped breathing. He wasn’t a massive man, but he was taller than you and his frame was filled out nicely. Long and lean but still well defined.

That plus his brown curls and wild green eyes was flooding your cheeks with heat. He was also standing so close, his eyes scanning your face. You need to get a grip.

“This way,” your throat felt dry as you stepped away from him, leading him towards your bedroom. You could feel him right behind you, body heat radiating off him and filling the small space of your hallway.

He paused as you entered your bedroom, picking up the few dirty clothes that littered the floor, shoving them into the hamper. You turned to face him, only to find him scanning the room, eyes raking over the scant decorations and trinkets you’d decorated with. None of it was particularly sentimentally valuable to you. 

You were always prepared to leave with nothing but the clothes on your back if necessary, but you did have to admit your bedroom was cozy. Adrian seemed to think so as he started to smile before his face froze as his gaze landed on a pair of your underwear that was laying on the bedspread, directly in front of where he was standing. 

Horror flashed through you and you leapt into action, snatching it up and tossing it in the nearest dresser drawer. His eyes tracked your movements and then stayed locked on the now closed drawer.

You cleared your throat, trying to will away the flush that surely colored your entire face. “Get some sleep.”

“Wait,” his hand caught your arm as you moved to exit the room. His warm, long fingers wrapped entirely around your wrist. You swallowed hard. “Where are you going to sleep?”

“I’m nocturnal,” you gently pulled out of his grip. You really did not want to, but you were about to combust if you didn’t. “I woke up a few hours ago. I’ll be in the living room.”

“Ok,” he was silent for a moment and you didn’t make a move to leave. 

“Thank you,” Adrian finally spoke up again. 

You smiled up at him. “My pleasure,” and you shut the door behind you.

[vigilhoe]

going ghost

ch7

this is how your world ends

wc: 940

warnings: series typical violence, blood, injury, shitty medical care, reader is a human guinea pig, trauma, ptsd, Adrian really wants to stab the reader, metahuman!reader, ARGUS is evil, reader is plotting a murder, eventual smut tags on relevant chapters

Nearly every ounce of willpower left in your body had been exhausted when you took off Adrian’s pants. 

You felt like a walking contradiction. Half of you was jumping for joy, the other half dreading it. The heat growing in your stomach had your panties damp and your heart twisting with not quite shame, but something close.

Truly, you had no idea why you felt this drawn to him. And if the look on his face while he watched you grip his waistband was any indication, Adrian was just as drawn to you. You’d already guessed he was maybe a bit into you, given the fact that he was thinking about having sex with you while he was losing more blood than was probably safe, but the curious look in his eyes wasn’t just horniness. At least, you didn’t think so. Adrian seemed intrigued. And you found yourself really hoping he liked more about you than your ability to regrow feet.

It hadn’t really dawned on you as you had sewn his torso back together earlier that you’d have to get his pants off eventually to check for damage. You weren’t entirely sure whether you hoped his legs were as busted up as his chest, or if they were spared from the damage.

Thankfully for your sake, there were only some minor bruises. All you could do for those was to once again offer him the pain pills. He, of course, declined, once again eyeing you suspiciously.

“I’ll be fine,” his eyes were glued to your hands as you peeled the tactical pants down his thighs. Your nails scraped the skin ever so slightly and you could feel the shiver that wracked him. “I just need a nap and I’ll be good as new.”

You looked at him skeptically as you finally pulled them off of him, trying to stay focused on checking his injuries. “I put like 50 stitches in your chest. You’re going to need like 15 naps over 2 weeks and then you’ll be good as new.”

He shook his head and laughed, as if you had said the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard. “It doesn’t take that long to heal.”

“Yes, Adrian, it does.” Was he serious? 

“No,” he looked confused. “I’ll be fine to take these stitches out tomorrow.”

You stayed silent, studying him. He definitely did not look as pale, sweaty, and breathless as he had when he first tumbled in. His cheeks were regaining color and his breathing had evened out. The sheen of sweat was gone, but his curls were still messy, looking like they had been thoroughly played with.

With a steady hand and still not believing him, you reached up to pull back one of the bandaids you had placed over a shallow cut. To your surprise, it was nearly healed. It was still red and angry, but it had closed enough that no blood was leaking through. Some of the layers of skin had even knit back together, sealing the rip in his skin. He wasn’t fully fine, but instead of a knife slash, it now looked like a pissy cat had scratched him. 

Your mouth dropped open, and as you kept staring at it, you could almost see the wound closing. That was probably your imagination, but there was no way a normal person could heal this quickly in just the hour or so that he’d been here.

“What the fuck?” Your voice was quiet. As your eyes frantically scanned over the other bandages. You pulled some of them back to look closer. Each and every cut you peaked at, minus the ones you had stitched closed, looked the same. As if they had been made days ago, not a few hours before.

“What? What’s wrong with it?” Your eyes flicked up to his, pausing your inspection.

You didn’t say anything yet, instead opting to push the bandaids and taped gauze back into place. You took his hand in one of yours lightly, trying not to notice how warm and sturdy it felt. You definitely weren’t focusing on how long his fingers were.

 With your other hand, you quickly scooped up a new scalpel from your kit beside you. Adrian didn’t comment or react as you pulled the cap off the blade with your teeth, simply watching you curiously. Before he could stop you, though, you pressed the scalpel lightly to the back of his hand.

“What the fuck!? OW!” he tried to pull back but you held tight, just barely breaking his skin. You tossed the blade over your shoulder, eyes glued to his hand and the bonafide papercut you had given him. A little drop of blood welled up, but you had been careful. Only a few layers of skin were cut.

“Shut up,” you commanded, holding his hand extremely close to your face. His fingers twitched and he did thankfully shut up.

This time, you knew you weren’t imagining things. Your cut had been precise, drawing barely any blood and keeping your view clear, so you clearly see the layers of skin coming back together. It took a few minutes and if you weren’t fascinated, it would be as exciting and tedious as watching paint dry. You had to shush him periodically, but eventually the cut was reduced to nothing but a faint red line, as if you had simply drawn your finger nail across the skin. He had fucking healed. Granted, he was a little slow by your standards, but he healed.

“Holy fuck,” you finally looked up at his face, only to find his eyes intently focused on you. “You’re like me.”

next chapter

[vigilhoe]

going ghost

ch6

this is how your world ends

wc: 1535

warnings: series typical violence, blood, injury, shitty medical care, reader is a human guinea pig, trauma, ptsd, Adrian really wants to stab the reader, metahuman!reader, ARGUS is evil, reader is plotting a murder, eventual smut tags on relevant chapters

No one called that day.

But Adrian did re-break into your apartment. Although he didn't actually break anything either time, so was it really breaking and entering? Who the fuck knows. 

All you knew was that one minute you’re eating leftovers on your couch, in search of something mind numbing to watch, and the next a mess of black and teal and red is tumbling through your window.

“Shit!” You shot up, nearly spilling your fried rice over your carpet.

Adrian was still slumped on the floor in front of your window, his breath ragged.

“Hey,” his voice was weak as he held a hand up in a sad imitation of a wave. “Think you could throw some bandaids on me?”

His hand reached up and pulled the mask off his face. His hair was matted and his face was pale and sweating, but most importantly his nose was bleeding.

“Jesus,” you rush over, falling to your knees. “What the fuck happened to you?” 

Your hand gently came to rest on his chest before you were yanking it away. There was blood spilling out of a cut you hadn’t previously seen. You started really looking him over. Sure, the cut on his chest was leaking, but it was not enough blood to make him as pale as he was.

“Oh you know,” Adrian groaned as you pulled him into a sitting position, leaning his back against the wall. It was going to be such a bitch to get all of this blood cleaned up. “Was out killing some drug dealers and there ended up being way more of them than I expected. Since when do drug dealers hang out in packs? Where are you going?”

His green eyes tracked you as you scrambled to the hall, searching for your full trauma kit. 

“Strip!” you called back to him. 

You found the kit quickly. It was under your bathroom sink, hidden behind tampons and extra toilet paper. You hadn’t needed it, well, ever, but better safe than sorry.

“Wow, I mean like yeah I wouldn’t be opposed to sex,” Adrian was saying as you rounded the corner back into your living room. “But like, I don’t want to bleed out so like if you could fix that first then I’d totally bang you as, like, a thank you for not letting me die. And because you’re hot. And because I know it’s not polite or whatever but I still kinda want to stab you to see what happens. In a totally non threatening way. For science.”

Your jaw was on the floor and your feet were frozen. He was slowly peeling his chest plate and under shirt off. You were still stunned by his words and a little interested in his offer (the sex not the stabbing) but that quickly morphed to horror as you got a good look at his naked chest. 

Cuts, bruises, and blood covered his chest. 

“Jesus, Adrian,” you sprang into action, rushing over to him. It was simply muscle memory as you pulled on sterile gloves and took stock of what you’d need to fix him up. Some needles and thread, a few butterfly bandages, and definitely a lot of ice. Probably some painkillers, too.

Needing a few more things, you headed to your kitchen. A wet rag, some paper towels, and a bottle of vodka should do the trick. 

“Here,” you handed Adrian the bottle as you settled back on your knees beside him. Fishing out some random pill bottles, you found the strongest painkiller you had. “Take these too.”

“Where’d you get these?” His eyes narrowed as he eyed the two pills you placed in his palm.

“I work at a hospital,” you shrugged as you prepared to press the wet rag to his chest. You couldn’t start sewing until you could see what needed fixing. “This’ll hurt. Sorry.”

You didn’t get a chance to start before Adrian was holding his gun under your chin. “Are you a fucking drug dealer, too?”

“Christ,” it was impossible to stop your eyes from rolling. “If you’re going to shoot me, that better be a high enough caliber to go straight through. I don’t know how many times I need to tell you people, but I don’t appreciate bullets rattling around in my head.”

Adrian seemed to fumble when you didn’t panic and plead for your life, like he finally remembered that he had shot you just 15 hours before.

“Besides,” you knock his hand with the gun away, pressing the rag to his chest a little more forcefully than was necessary. He hissed in pain and his head thunked back against the wall. “We both know that’s not going to do shit besides piss me off. And then I’d have to clean up my own brains.”

Adrian groaned, his eyes shut tightly and his breathing ragged as you wiped him down.

You both were silent for a while. The only sounds were his panting breaths and the ripping of sterile packaging as you worked to put him back together.

He was still holding the bottle of vodka in his hand, untouched, but when you threaded the needle through his skin, preparing to tackle the deepest cut on his right pec, he was scrambling to undo the top of the bottle. Adrian was clumsy, his hands shaking as he tried not to disturb you. He finally got the top off and took a big swig. 

“Nasty,” he coughed. You couldn't help but laugh, your eyes still intently focused on repairing the rip in his skin. 

“Does the trick though,” your back and forth motions were as fast as you dared to go. “I always keep some vodka around for sanitizing and pain assistance. People relax when they're drunk. Makes it easier to piece them back together.”

He hummed in response. It was impossible not to feel the way his eyes drifted over your face. 

Adrian managed to keep his mouth shut as you finished the cut on his chest. He did not, however, stay silent as you shifted down to the one on his stomach, right above the waistband of his pants. 

“Why do you have all these drugs?” His tone surprisingly wasn't accusatory. 

“I treat my neighbors sometimes,” you shrugged, keeping your eyes laser focused on his abs. Well, on the stab wound to his abs. He seriously needed an actual hospital. All you could do for this was sew the skin and hope there wasn’t too much internal bleeding. “Hospital visits are expensive, so when someone gets a cut or a burn or something, I treat them.”

“Oh,” he seemed to relax at your explanation. 

“I don’t go around handing vicodin out like candy, if that's what you were wondering,” you tied off your thread, eyeing your work and the rest of his mess of an abdomen. It didn’t seem like he needed more stitches, thankfully. Bandages should do the trick for the rest. Your eyes shifted to your kit, gathering the rest of the supplies you needed. “You really should have gone to a hospital. “

“Fuck that,” Adrain struggled to push himself into a less slumped over postion. “I’d just get arrested.”

You glanced at him. “Aren’t you some kind of superhero, though?”

“Why, yes,” he perked up at your question. “I kill all sorts of deviants. Even cops sometimes!”

He looked proud of himself. Jesus. The man you were saving just confessed to being some kind of benevolent, do-gooder serial killer?

“But my favorite people to kill are rapists. Or racists. You know, I can never decide. Either way, I usually cut their dicks off. Only seems fair.”

You couldn’t exactly disagree with him, but you kept that to yourself. He seemed to be more than confident in his reasoning. There was no need for you to add fuel to his fire.

As you neared the end of your work patching him up, you let your eyes look over him more closely. You couldn’t help it. 

Despite the gnarly scars and bruises and freshly fixed cuts, his skin was soft and his muscles well defined in that lanky and lean way that had your heart racing. His physique combined with his wild green eyes and curly mess of brown hair had you keeping your thighs pressed tight together as you kneeled beside him.

It was taking everything in you to remind yourself that everything about this man was a bad idea. For one, his association with ARGUS and with the man responsible for your suffering should have been enough. It wasn’t, so you reminded yourself that he had just confessed that his favorite pastime was murder. But he seemed pretty adamant that he only targeted people who arguably deserved to die. And he had shot you! Granted, that didn’t mean all that much given your abilities, but still.

Even reminding yourself that as soon as you could safely get away, you were running as far as you could get wasn’t working. By that logic, your brain was screaming that you should totally jump his bones since you’ll never see him again soon.

You really needed to get a hold of yourself.

Or take a cold shower.

Probably both.

next chapter

[vigilhoe]

going ghost

ch5

this is how your world ends

wc: 1159

warnings: series typical violence, blood, injury, shitty medical care, reader is a human guinea pig, trauma, ptsd, Adrian really wants to stab the reader, metahuman!reader, ARGUS is evil, reader is plotting a murder, eventual smut tags on relevant chapters

The water was quickly turning from steaming hot to freezing cold as you sat on the floor of your shower. Shit had gone from bad to worse way too quickly today. And it was only 10 am.

You couldn’t help the tears slipping from your eyes. You imagined you could see them, slipping down your cheeks, mixing and diluting in the water as it swirled down the drain, the same way your blood had when you first stepped into the shower.

What you should be doing is packing and running. But what if Harcourt actually went through with her threat? Is it really worth sticking around to see if Murn made good on his promise? Harcourt may be a raging bitch, but you knew you couldn’t trust Murn. But the way he looked at you, like he was truly sorry…

This was all too much for your lead filled, exhausted brain.

Things were supposed to be simple in Evergreen. You were just supposed to be a nurse. Some random face changing bandages and the occasional bed pan, blending into the background. The worst parts of your life should have been over. Instead, every bad thought and nightmare was appearing from the shadows.

What if there were ARGUS agents just waiting for you to fall asleep so they could grab you and take you back? You’d be back to being a guinea pig. Poked and prodded and stabbed and shot and electrocuted and-

“Shit!” A crash and a shout from your living room had you jumping into action.You’d brought your gun with you into the bathroom, thankfully. With shaking hands, you stepped out of the water to throw on your robe. No way in hell were you getting kidnapped naked.

Slowly, you pulled the door open, creeping into the hallway with your gun raised. You turned the corner into the living room and nearly jumped a foot into the air.

“Woah!” Adrian stood in the middle of the room, his hands raised and mask on.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you lowered your weapon slightly, but didn’t drop it. “Did you follow me home?”

“Yes,” he replied cheerfully, tugging his mask off and not saying anything else.

A beat passed before you asked again. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, you seemed upset, and I’ve only just met her but Harcourt can be a real bitch and I thought it was really shitty that she threatened to give you back to ARGUS but I also wanted to make sure you weren't a criminal who escaped because if you were then I’d have to kill you but you’re unkillable so maybe just maim-”

“The short version?” A smile nearly tugged at your lips. You were starting to like him.

“Are you a criminal?”

“No.”

“Ok then, I’m here to see if you’re ok and tell you that ARGUS abducting you is illegal so I’ll kill anyone who tries,” he fished his glasses out of his pocket. Once he had them on, his eyes raked over you, from your wet hair to your exposed legs. 

“That’s a nice offer, but why do you care?” You finally lowered your gun fully, leaning against the wall.

“I enjoy killing criminals,” he shrugged, tearing his eyes away from you to look over your apartment.

“Ok, sure,” you sighed, stepping into the room and towards your tiny kitchen. “But why the interest in protecting me?”

He trailed after you, watching as you set the gun on the counter and filled a glass with tap water. “I don’t know, you’re pretty, and you’re a nurse, and if you stay you’ll most definitely have to patch me up at some point and it really pays to be nice to people you want to help you.”

“Uh-huh,” you leaned your hip on the counter and turned to face him. Now in the security of your apartment, without the tension of everyone else, you allowed yourself to study him. Yes, he was handsome and you’d realized that pretty quickly, but there was more to him than just that. His eyes sparkled in a way that you did not expect from someone who would tell a stranger he enjoyed killing people. 

His posture was relaxed, but his eyes were bouncing around your body. He was studying you as much as you were studying him. Although, he might have been doing more ogling than studying, given that you’d been so focused on him you’d forgotten about the robe you were wearing. That very robe that was slipping down your shoulder, gradually revealing more and more of your breast, which his eyes were locked onto.

When you finally did notice, you yanked it back into place, flushing bright red. Adrian seemed to snap out of the tit induced trance, his eyes jumping back to your face. 

He cleared his throat, mouth opening like he was about to speak, but he seemed to flounder.

A beat passed before you finally spoke.

“I need to go to bed,” despite your words you didn’t move. He looked damn good in that suit of his.

“Yeah, yeah totally,” you watched his throat bob. “Getting shot is exhausting.”

“Very much so,” you finally set the glass down.

“What does it feel like?” His eyes were bright and sparkling as they focused on your forehead.

“Getting shot?”

“Yeah, well no, I know what just generally getting shot feels like,” Adrian stepped closer until he was a foot away. “Getting shot in the head.”

“Oh,” you looked away, reaching one hand up to rub the spot where there had been a fatal wound just hours ago. “It was fine at first. Kind of like I got thumped and then I passed out.” You swallowed hard, looking away from him. “And then it hurt. Like the worst migraine imaginable all at once for about 30 seconds and then it healed and the pain was gone.”

His eyes were flicking over your face.

“Cool,” he broke out into a wide smile. Upon seeing how totally not cool you thought it was glass across your face, he backpedaled hard. “I mean not cool about the pain like that’s super not cool but like cool that you survived and all and that they pain went away pretty quickly-”

You put a hand on his chest and he froze. “It’s ok. But I do need to go to sleep,”

“Ok, ok yeah,” he was still staring at you.

It was impossible not to smile when you looked at him. Very slowly, you pulled your hand away, navigating through your kitchen back to the hallway. 

You paused before you disappeared from his line of sight. “Adrian?”

“Yeah?” His eyes were locked on you.

“Thanks for checking in on me, even if you were ready to kill me if I was a criminal.”

“No problem,” he breathed out as you left him in your kitchen. If he could break in, he could break out.

next chapter

[vigilhoe]

going ghost

ch4

this is how your world ends

wc: 1291

warnings: series typical violence, blood, injury, shitty medical care, reader is a human guinea pig, trauma, ptsd, Adrian really wants to stab the reader, metahuman!reader, ARGUS is evil, reader is plotting a murder, eventual smut tags on relevant chapters

You sat silently, watching as Economos typed on his computer. You’d learned everyone’s name pretty quickly after you agreed to stay. 

After hearing only part of your Tragic Backstory, everyone was alternating between being overly friendly, offering you coffee every other minute, and walking on eggshells, pretending you weren’t there.. Everyone except for Murn, who was watching you through the window between his office and the main room, and Vigilante (“Sorry I shot you. If we're cool, though, you can call me Adrian!” he had said), who was staring at you from maybe 5 feet away. 

He’s taken off his mask once you had been confirmed as a new official team member. You were pleasantly surprised to see that the man who had shot you in the chest only an hour ago was pretty easy on the eyes. He had curly hair and green eyes that were hidden behind classic pedo glasses that he managed to make work for him.

There really wasn’t anything for you to do but sit, and Adebayo and Harcourt had gone to fetch your car. It was barely 9 am, and the exhaustion from a 12 hour shift followed by multiple gunshot wounds was starting to get to you. As soon as they came back with your car, you were making a beeline for your shitty little apartment.

But for now, you sat there, staring and being stared at. You flicked your eyes over to Adrian. You had expected him to look away quickly, to pretend he wasn’t burning a hole in the side of your head. Instead, he seemed to double down and hold eye contact.

“Yes?” You’d barely finished the one word before words came spilling out of his mouth.

“Are you really unkillable? Did Economos actually shoot you in the head? Can I do that? I want to see what happens. Oh, and you can regrow limbs? That’s so cool! If I cut your head off, will you grow a new body or will you grow a new head? Oh, wait, if I cut you in half vertically, will there then be two of you?” He was practically bouncing in his seat, leaning forward as his eyes darted all over you. For some reason, you suddenly felt self conscious. You were still in your work scrubs, but now they were covered in your blood and there was a bullet hole in your top.

“Dude,” Peacemaker -Chris- walked over. It felt weird to call him something as normal as ‘Chris’ when he was wearing such a ridiculous outfit. “It’s so rude to ask someone if you can shoot them in the head.”

“Shit, sorry,” he leaned back but his eyes never left you. “I’m not good with people.”

“Uh-huh,” you looked from him to Chris, who was sitting down on the other side of the table. “No you can’t shoot me in the head. That shit hurts and now, thanks to Economos, I’ve got a bullet stuck in there forever.”

“I already said I was sorry,” Economos grumbled as he kept typing.

“‘I’m sorry’ isn’t enough. You shot me. In the brain. So not cool,” you turned back to Adrian. “And I have no idea what happens if you decapitate me. And I don’t want to find out.”

He sighed. “Ok, ok. I guess friends don’t shoot friends.”

You snorted. These people were starting to grow on you already. Like some sort of super fungus. 

“Although Peacemaker did stab me once so I guess friends stab friends but maybe shooting is too far-”

“Dude, shut up,” Chris whacked him with the nearest folder. “Inside thoughts.”

Adrian mimed zipping his lips just as the door opened. Adebayo and Harcourt strode in, the latter tossing you your car keys.

“You’re good to go,” Harcourt plopped down into the nearest chair. “Keep your phone on, you’re working with us now, you need to be reachable at all times. You’ll be coming with us on every mission just in case there’s any accidents.”

“You can call,” you stood making your way towards the door. “I’ll be dead to the world for the next 10 or so hours.”

“Then I suggest you turn your ringer on high,” as you turned back to face her, her arms were crossed and her features were pinched into a scowl.

“Yeah no. You shot me and kidnapped me,” your eyebrow raised. “And you still haven’t given me back my gun. So I’m going to get my beauty sleep.”

She rose out of her chair, stalking towards you. “Unless you want me to call Amanda fucking Waller, you’ll keep your damn phone on.”

Your face dropped as she stared you down. You really should have known these people would force you. Naivety really wasn’t something you could afford. “You fucking bitch.”

Murn was still watching through the window, but he didn’t say anything. In fact, everyone kept their mouths shut. It was clear though, that the others were uncomfortable. Economos kept his eyes glued to his computer, Adebayo’s shoes were suddenly very interesting, Chris stared at Harcourt, and Adrian’s eyes darted between you and Harcourt.

“That’s really-”

“Shut the fuck up, Vigilante,” Harcourt stepped forward until she was within a foot of you. “I don’t really give a shit about what you think. You accepted the offer to join us, so you’ll act like every other member of this team and be reachable at all times.”

Every bone in your body itched with the need to knock out her pretty little teeth.

Murn finally intervened, stepping out of his office. “Harcourt-”

She was distracted enough for you to dart your hand out, jamming the space between your thumb and forefinger into her throat. In the second she was gasping for air, you gripped her shoulders, bringing her down enough that you could slam your knee into her stomach and then push her away.

“Oh!” Adebayo jumped away as Chris and Adrian sprang into action. Chris grabbed Harcourt as she tried to lunge at you while Adrian dragged your arms behind your back. 

“Try threatening me again, you cunt!” You struggled hard against the tight grip he had on your arms. You really hadn’t thought this through, there was no way you could win against her, but you desperately wanted to draw some blood.

“Cat fight!” Adrian was laughing behind you while you twisted and writhed.

“Enough!” Murn stepped between you. “Harcourt, go cool down.”

She looked ready to say something, but the look he fixed her with was stern. She stopped fighting Chris. Harcourt yanked her arms free, dusting off her jacket before storming farther into the building. 

With her gone, you stopped struggling and Adrian slowly released your arms.

“Y/n, I meant it,” Murn turned back to you. “I won’t turn you over to ARGUS, and if you help us, I’ll help you disappear after our job here is done.”

You stayed silent, scanning over his face. He looked almost desperate for you to agree, like he was begging you to let him help you. For a moment, the idea that he wasn’t evil through and through crossed your mind. No. No way. He was the scum of the earth. No feelings, no regrets, no mercy.

But still, something about him gave you pause. Maybe Murn would help you.

Even if he did, you’d still probably kill him. It was the least he deserved.

“I’m leaving,” you pushed past Adrian, heading for the door once again.

Murn caught your arm. You were ready to turn around swinging, but in his hand was your gun. 

“Here,” he held it out to you, handle first. “I’m serious, please stick with us.”

You looked from him to the gun. Without a word, you took it.

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[vigilhoe]

going ghost

ch3

this is how your world ends

wc: 1224

warnings: series typical violence, blood, injury, shitty medical care, reader is a human guinea pig, trauma, ptsd, Adrian really wants to stab the reader, metahuman!reader, ARGUS is evil, reader is plotting a murder, eventual smut tags on relevant chapters

“Mother fucker,” you gasped out as you laid on the floor of the van. Your hand shook as you reached two fingers into your newest bullet hole. There was already one bullet from today in you that you couldn’t remove and you were not about to leave another one inside you.

“What the fuck is going on?!”

“Oh that is so gross!”

“Dude, I’m gonna puke.”

You ignored the commentary as you finally got a grip on the bullet that was stuck in your sternum. All it took was one good yank and the bullet was out. With a deep breath, you sat up.

“Are you guys done shooting me yet?” You glared at the people before you.

It was the two newcomers turn to be shell shocked. You didn’t have much time to watch them try to figure out what was going on, as Peacemaker was grabbing your arm and dragging you up and out the van.

“Everyone inside. Now,” the blond woman ordered, and everyone moved ahead to the building.

You’d gotten over the shock of being shot and were back to your panic. These people worked for ARGUS. You needed to get away. Fast. But you’d lost your gun when the fucker in the mask had shot you.

“Hey, hey, wait, wait, wait” you tried to dig your heels into the ground, but Peacemaker continued to drag you towards the dilapidated building before you. “No, no please. Let me go, I won’t say anything to anyone!”

Everyone ignored you. Time for Plan B. You went totally limp in his grip, slumping to the concrete below.

“Oh, come on,” Peacemaker stopped. “Now is not the time for a temper tantrum.”

His annoyance gave you just enough time to yank the gun out of the holster at his waist. You pressed the barrel against his side.

“Let me walk away,” it was hard to sound intimidating when you were scared shitless. All the running and the hiding and the pain you’d been through would be pointless if they got you inside that building. “I’m not going back. Even if you do take me back, I bet I can take out at least 3 of you before I go down.”

“What the actual fuck are you talking about?” Peacemaker looked at you like he thought you were crazy. 

“Nice try,” you pressed the barrel harder into him. He still hadn’t let go of your other arm, though. “You work for ARGUS. No way in hell am I letting them send me back to that torture dungeon they call a lab.”

“Dude we’re here to kill aliens.”

“Huh? But you were watching-”

“Peacemaker!” the blond woman stuck her head out the door. She drew her gun when she saw you. “Shit! Put it down!”

“We thought there were butterflies working in the hospital, infecting sick people,” the woman crept closer as the masked man who had shot you followed her out of the building, gun raised. “That’s why we were at the hospital. I have no idea who you are.”

“Oh,” you let the gun drop slightly as you realized you really were just paranoid. Unluckily for you, Peacemaker took the chance to disarm you. He slung you over his shoulder as he continued towards the building.

“Nice, bro!” the guy in the mask exclaimed, bounding into the building after you.

“Please let me go,” your only option now was to beg. Odds are it wouldn’t work, but you were desperate. Even if they weren’t after you, they still worked for ARGUS and would figure out you were an escaped lab rat soon enough. They’d probably be required to return you. You were so fucked.

The door slamming behind you felt so symbolic. The door to your freedom shutting and locking. 

You were deposited in a chair against the wall, your hands tied behind your back as you looked around. There were a few desks, some sad looking plants, a bookcase, file boxes, and a piano. Seated and standing in front of you were the five people you’d already met.

Peacemaker, the tall guy, the blond woman, the woman in the tie dye, and the guy in the mask. Another man was walking out from a side door. He seemed to be the leader, based on the way everyone looked up and waited for him. 

You knew him. He was the one who’d kidnapped you the first time.

You spat at him as he approached. This evil bastard had condemned you to torture and suffering for literal years.

“Y/n, right?” He seemed almost cautious as he approached you.

 “Clemson Murn,” your lips curled into a snarl and you tugged at your bindings. “Come closer, I’d love to claw your eyes out.”

“What the fuck is going on?” Blondie was looking between the two of you. Slowly, you started working on dislocating your thumbs.

“This is Y/n L/n,” Murn turned away from you. “A former ARGUS… asset.”

“Asset?” You barked out a laugh. “They kept me in a cage and experimented on me for years because of this cunt.”

Murn flinched. That caught you a little off guard. Did he actually feel something?

“What?” Tie dye woman spoke up. “No, no ARGUS wouldn’t do that.”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” your first thumb popped out of its socket and you were finally able to slide the ropes off one hand. Your second hand came out much smoother. You kept your hands behind your back for the meantime, though. “I’m not exactly normal.”

Your gaze met Murn’s. “Tell them about how you kidnapped me when I was 14.”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Y/n cannot be killed. Her body heals faster than anything can do damage to it. She can even regrow limbs.”

“Yeah, and thanks to you, mother fucker, I’m on my second right foot.”

Shock was blatant on everyone’s faces as they stared at you.

“If you’re going to hand me back to ARGUS, can I at least pick my last meal?”

Murn snapped around before you could even finish speaking. “You’re not going back to ARGUS. Not while I’m alive to stop that.”

Your eyes narrowed. “Forgive me for not believing that.”

“Adebayo, untie her,” Tie dye woman moved towards you.

“A little late for that,” you pulled your hands in front of you, jamming your thumb back into the socket. “I’m leaving now.”

Murn caught your arm as you stood to leave. “Stay, I can protect you.”

“Why the fuck would I want your protection? And why the fuck would I ever trust you?”

“I’ll kill him if he tries anything,” the man in the mask spoke up, raising his hand. “Kidnapping is illegal.”

“Me too,” Peacemaker piped up.

You were so confused. “Why would you help me? You don’t know me.”

“No,” Peacemaker stepped forward. “We don’t, but we help people.”

“Plus,” the tall man spoke up. “These idiots tend to bleed a lot, and you work at the hospital, so you could probably help patch us up.”

This was such a bad idea. You really should say no, but morbid curiosity was getting the better of you. Plus, if you stayed, you might actually be able to get revenge. You could tear Murn apart, piece by piece, like they did to you.

“Fine.”

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