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Too cute
so my cats do this thing where they will groom each other, nap a bit, then start snapping at each other until they have a chase around the house
It was really difficult to cull this list, so I chose ones that seemed fun or obvious from my character list. The experience illuminated the separation and overlap between whumpable characters and ones you want to mess up with your own hands oop.
âˇâĽ Jihyun (V), Alucard, Joanne Harcourt, Kunikida, Dazai, JĹno, Sasuke, Itachi, Obito, Haku, Jiaoqiu, Sunday, Lucio, Asra, Yoshida
now, this list looks deceptively short, but as a vertical post is excruciatingly long. hopefully there's something for everyone, below the cut!
đ read until the end for a few extra treatsđ
Omegas who elicit cuteness aggression:
Jihyun (V)
Extremely biteable, extremely squishable, much more playful rather than passive after he learns how to put up boundaries. He's especially nice to overstimulate because he gets wriggly and does a particularly weird thing where he chirps at you, like calling you, and yes, it is very sweet because it's like a reassurance thing, but also it's a bit silly how it gets faster and more frequent the most overstimulated he is. He does overlap quite strongly with a whump factor. He is very pretty when he cries and when he behaves gently or pitifully this makes him even more biteable. Pounce on him. Nicely.
Alucard
Blonde goth sad boy aesthetic, especially with the season 4(?) outfit, makes you want to hug him. Harder. Harder!!! Squeeze him hard!! Luckily, he's very durable and tolerates this with good grace. Biting is interesting because of the whole vampire thing, which I like to think is mutually erotic if you both bite one another. He develops a bit of a degradation thing at some point, and he'll get cute and bratty if you tease him about being a needy little thing, letting you punish or goad him into compliance. He also has overlap with the whump part of the venn diagram but probably don't squish him when he's actually feeling down. Measure out the cuteness aggression by kissing him lots, it'll make you and him feel better.
Joanne Harcourt (before anyone gets stupid, when I talk about Joanne Harcourt he is of course aged up, having survived having the Earl Phantomhive as a friend and hopefully graduated from fantasy Eton little worse for wear)
Joanne gets overwhelmed easily, and whines and trembles when he is. It is exceedingly cute. Tall and willowy with a shy demeanor, luminous eyes, and lightly wind-blushed cheeks (oxford commas!), Joanne is a true English-rose of an omega in traditional high collars and never caught without gloves. If you want to be the one to mess him up with your own hands, you have to be a little bit willing to growl at other alphas who want to do the same but won't take responsibility for it. However, Joanne doesn't carry a strong "whump" factor. He mostly seems to elicit pity and protective instincts when he interacts with the worse part of Phantomhive's magic nonsense, or the underbelly of London.
Kunikida
I never said acting on cuteness aggression is smart with every omega. The first time you finally give in and just... nibble on him, I think Kunikida would start yelling "ouch, what was that for, what a degenerate alpha doing this where anyone can see" yadda yadda, etc etc, honestly a total diva about it, okay maybe you feel a tiny bit guilty, but that is what you love about him. He has a cranky old man attitude, no filter, and a tsundere demeanor that absolutely doesn't land with everyone, but it's extremely funny to make him mad, you get why Dazai does it, and in your case the more he puffs like a done kettle, the more you want to pin him down and make him yell more (he yells after you leave him covered in marks too đ, it's a shame you're too tired from making them to do more)
Megumi
Triggers cuteness aggression and is just aggressive rip. Snappish, sullen, extremely shy when he reciprocates romantic affection (because it means confronting feelings besides justified irritation and righteous anger and self-effacement). You'd think he'd have Sasuke energy but he's more grumbly than outright lowkey hateful to individuals but does occasionally exhibit some like, aggressive puppy behavior, including the "gets tired and just lays tummy-up on the floor". He's also a little bit used to it. His... Gojo, Gojo's alpha, his sister's friends (Tsumiki knows him too well to be taken in most of the time), Yuuji, Maki... you get it. It's that cute face and "you can't make me admit I like attention" that draws everyone.
Sasuke
Unlike his glass doll of a brother, Sasuke can take some roughhousing and is used to it... from his brother, but also from Shisui and some other cousins/mentors (more on this later). He's sort of resigned to it when he first realizes his alpha is sneaking in some extra squishing or nibbling (as long as it's not so visible it ruins his image). Later though, he starts to expect it and will pout mightily if you don't roughhouse with him extoling both his behavioral and physical delights. This happens the first time during a heat and he is ruthless after, due to being thoroughly embarrassed. When you tone it down to give him time to calm down... he gets petty. Don't you think he's cute anymore! Why aren't you pinching his thighs or his butt when he walks by, why don't you "sneak" up behind him and burry your face in his shirt! Thus comes a rare moment of him sitting on your lap when you're reading and intentionally being cute and putting your hand on his legs to tell you to get on with it again.
Jiaoqiu
The first thing is he makes cute sounds. When he yawns it's like a kitten or a puppy yawning. If you rub his ears or massage behind them, he can make this high-pitched sighing sound that is so cute it literally can flatten someone. The second thing is that his fur parts are so soft he has to scold you for touching him too much/all the time, squeezing too hard like a rambunctious pup. If you look pathetic about it, he will show you how to grab him in ways that are not uncomfortable (and my even lead to something else đ). The third thing is he is cute when he is cooking (or making medicine but we have to have some self-control). He hums to himself and shuffles in place like he's dancing when he's cooking, and he's so happy when something tastes good. He doesn't cry but super spicy things still make him look uncomfortable and there's something to be said for having to baby him while he's enjoying the pain.
Sunday
He is typically so stiff and anxious it is very difficult to find him doing anything interesting enough to be considered cute, unless you clock this behavior as just really strange and then it becomes sad because it's to do with the collision of personality and upbringing making him really scared to make a "wrong" move. This isn't the part that inspires cuteness aggression. When he finally loosens up (literally, like his tie isn't tight enough to choke him anymore if he's not keeping perfect posture), that's when this show of trust and vulnerability inspires a slightly unfortunate urge to do to him what you cannot reasonably do to small, cute animals. His alpha feel really badly the first time they leave bruises from grabbing his thighs far too hard. Sunday is scared by the cognitive dissonance of his sculpted persona not being the kind of person to let his happen and the marks being result of an unguardedness that felt so good it feels wrong now that he's out of that headspace. It takes a lot of work both with and without a partner to for him to accept the natural messiness of intimacy.
Levi
Oh boy, another grumpy old man. At this point, I think it's to do with my tastes, but I won't apologize for it! Personally, I find the grumpiness cute, like with a grumpy cat. Rbf-disgruntled Levi is just a cute Levi (can be drawn in for some mutual snarking if in public, otherwise just be near him so he's not awkward and alone), a sleepy Levi is a cute Levi (that needs your shoulder as a pillow stat). He's not so cute when he's dressing down a cadet who nearly took another cadet's head off but at least that's not you because Levi has a competency kink. He has this very alert yet relaxed, dare I say perky, way of walking when you tidy your shared spaces to his satisfaction, it makes his butt look very cute and he kind of knows it. Mostly he's the target of cuteness aggression when you're being intimate together. His face just makes you want to bite him and touch him and make him cry more, he needs to fall apart and let you take care of everything.
Omegas with cuteness aggression:
Dazai
He's someone who makes you want to mess him up. Those big pouty eyes, and soft, mischievous mouth, the lanky clumsiness all puts ideas in your head all too easily. However, your impulse absolutely pales compared to his. Dazai is someone who goes above and beyond the simply "want to bite, want to squeeze, want to pinch" of cuteness aggression (see exhibit A, blowing up an old partner he has complex feelings for's car). He isn't destructive with his Alpha, but he isn't above tricking them into situations he will find them cute or responding in a cute way. Innocent methods include trying on cute accessories and going extra cute cafes so his alpha get excited about the food. Less innocent methods include getting himself used as ransom or putting you in a situation where you experience other emotional upheaval (with a suitable catharsis of course).
Obito (and Tobi)
I mean, you had to see this coming, right? The jokester with a savior complex, ridiculously devoted to the people he loves, puts them on a pedestal. Of course he has moments where he thinks his alpha is the cutest thing in the world. And then there's this itch in his teeth that can't be satisfied by anything except for biting, or wrestling, pushing, shoving, play fighting. A non-massacre Obito tones it down a littlem but he's well known to simply enjoy cute things, small animals, sweet old people, butterflies. No one's surprised that he chooses an alpha who matches this aesthetic sensibility of his. He has ADHD so bad (basically as bad as Naruto) and one of the things he hyper-focuses on is his mate, to the point he'll have something similar to Kakashi vs Guy level fights around the village where his blood is pounding, he keeps looking behind him, grinning like mad because isn't his alpha just perfect, so cute how they can't catch him yet, that focused look on their face, ah, that's a clone, the real one's on his left. They've got him and he's got them.
JĹno
Are all of these omegas a little scary?! Scary pretty husbands. Yes. A rarer but no less beloved breed. It doesn't matter than JĹno can't see you, since he can sense changes in your moods and hear everything (rip to your privacy when he's curious). He finds it extremely cute when his alpha is flustered, if his alpha laughs quietly and no one but him can tell they think something is funny, if his alpha gets irritated by people being rude and uses their skills to fix the problem (or even if they just grit their teeth and bear it to preserve decorum), if his alpha does silly things like stockpile way too much of a favorite snack when it's on sale... He knows some of it's silly, but apparently silly is what love makes you. His version of cuteness aggression ranges from saying he wants you to guide him and mushing himself against your side and grabbing your arms too tight to fantasizing about living his life as a vapor so that he can literally sink into your lungs and tissues. He knows this is abnormal, but so is a lot about him, so he keeps these thoughts mostly to himself and limits himself to using very small parts of himself (mostly with permission) or just pressing himself as tightly to your body as possible.
Itachi
Itachi also elicits cuteness aggression, but his reaction outweighs his alpha's and he also gets overwhelmed with others offering those kinds of outbursts at him so he prefers his alpha not to do it [too aggressively]. His cuteness aggression = his feral kitten energy showing. It started with Sasuke. Itachi finds Sasuke unutterably adorable. However, itach is also very reserved and has limited attention to dispense to others, so apart from holding Sasuke all the time when he was a baby and later finding that his hands sort of clench and his teeth ache when his alpha does something very attractive (mitigated by his shuffling closer and perhaps tugging their sleeve so they scent him thoroughly and make him melty and too weak to do anything silly), he never acts on it. Even when he knows what the feeling is, it's mildly disturbing for him to be hit with a destructive urge directed at someone infinitely precious to him, so he mostly attempts to resist it. He's happy enough with a pillow to make biscuits upon if you give it to him (but he'll also be happy to do something like suck on your fingers).
Haku
Haku has a strong affinity for dark mischief and the attitude that necessity is a good excuse for any course of action. He has no qualms about an urge to squeeze his alpha until their bones creak or shaking them until they're dizzy or gnawing on them while they pat his head or biting at their neck and chest and scratching them silly until even they struggle or, or.... okay better calm down now. Sometimes his mate catches him staring at them with this rather intense look, smiling, leaning his head on his hand. Every time you ask him what he's thinking about, he says something that is either nonsensical, or simply distracting like how he spotted a bird in the plants behind you, or something embarrassing about how much he appreciates you, or some other compliment. It's disarming because he's a teeny tiny bit concerned you'll be taken aback by what's in his head. It's better to fantasize anyway where reality cannot bridge the gap.
Lucio
Lucio has a really bad case of cuteness aggression, and he's both obnoxious and loud about it. He's also kind of a wimp though so it comes across more like his typical bratting behavior and is pretty easy to turn the tables on him. Unlike some of the others, this doesn't quiet his mind and get him to back off but makes him more aggressive. If you get him into a spare room or a dark corner, or even his room since somehow the count doesn't do any counting, trying to deal with him, he just gets mouthier and mouthier until the exertion catches up with him and the energy is all worked out. He'll openly say whatever he is thinking. To others, if they were to hear, it may seem a bit scary, but his alpha treats him more like one of his big hounds, ruffling his hair, tickling his tummy, and his teeth aren't so sharp for them.
Asra
I'm pretty sure he engages in some behavior drawn from this emotion in the game. Asra's icon is a fox and his familiar is a snake, he loves twisty puzzles and causing an innocent amount of trouble. Sometimes you catch him digging his fingers into his scarf or bag and staring at you, his lovely eyes practically predatory. He's entirely unrepentant about it. Biting his alpha is something he portions out, lest they get used to it, because the cute, surprised yelp is part of the charm. His cuteness aggression is primarily contained within his thoughts, during which he will just sit happily or wriggle around in a stack of pillows while thinking about the cute things his alpha has done.
Yoshida
He already "liked" Denji so much he ***** and helped ****** and got him*******, it might be scarier to see what he does to someone he loves. Octopi often cannibalize their mates too, as he frequently reminds you when he starts nibbling on you while you're still knotted together. Yoshida is very good at blending in, remaining just the right amount of visible, but with his alpha, he likes to flirt, to fluster, to make them slightly embarrassed or knock them off balance. He likes to cling and suck bruises on your skin, mostly for him, but it's nice when someone who's looking sees it and gets secondhand embarrassment, especially when his alpha mostly looks shy and a bit pleased, like he's given them an amethyst or ruby or a mother-of-pearl to wear rather than just a bruise.
Honorable mentions:
Fukuzawa and Akutagawa both inspire semi-infrequent bouts of cuteness aggression. Fukuzawa usually tolerates his alpha's with good grace, although he feels a bit cornered if you're loud about it out of doors, he is deliciously quiet, if that's a turn-on for anyone. If you try and bite Akutagawa without warning... you'll end up being very grateful for his good reflexes. He doesn't like it much. He's afraid he'll hurt you so probably don't startle him, okay?
Satoru has a mild case of cuteness aggression, but he isn't used to touching people, so he mainly acts annoying about it when he finds you cute. Sometimes he'll yank you in and rub his cheek on you, but it's all an act, usually to put some nosey omega off. Shisui can be an abominable menace in the same vein, eating with his eyes and storing away every memory of anything that endears him since he's unused to contact not associated with either family or violence. Before he's comfortable, he'll do it the same way, too possessive to let the one he wants completely go, but knowing he can't flaunt a claim he doesn't have with anymore more substantial than his presence. Satoru occasionally does something so cute his alpha wants to run at his screaming to bite his throat, but he usually ruins it by saying something stupid. The same impulse in Shisui's alpha scares him so he does the same, redirecting them, once by giving them a literal chew toy, which was a very low moment for their ego.
Aventurine likes to annoy people he finds fascinating. It wasn't always this way, but he likes to give real excuse to people he's worried won't like him, rather than have them hate him for his eyes or his blood or his money or his unattainability or his slutty waist or any of a dozen other things he hardly has control over. When he finally is interested in an alpha, the interest is both irritating and endearing (for him). When he finds them cute, there several layers of panic suddenly embedded under that feeling, under that desire. This ratchets his emotions up high enough that suddenly he wants you small enough to squeeze in his palms, wants to strangle you with pearls, wants you studded with emeralds and sapphires and rubies like they'd made up a stained-glass window you crashed through. The world made sure he was perfectly capable of very visceral violence and he has a very good memory. He bares his teeth in the mirror and sees if he can scare you off so he can stop worrying about this new vulnerability.
Toge lives daily with the knowledge that opening his mouth could hurt his mate very badly, a fact which easily lends itself to intrusive thoughts. He could make them do anything, embarrass them by demanding cute but embarrassing behaviors, command them to stop breathing unless they're looking at him, tell them come to me and see how far they'll go to do so, beg them to put their mouth on him just so he can see that adorable, glassy-eyed looked they get when they taste him for long enough. In some ways they're nice fantasies, where he has a voice he's able to use, where the danger sealed inside him is dangerous but also, not really because it's not his mate, it's a figment of his imagination. When he sees his mate do something cute, habit denies him, but his chest aches to say something but saying anything normal could have unbearable consequences. Sometimes, when his mate catches him in the midst of these daydreams, it helps him to just squeeze them hard and purr, making some kind of noise that tells them how he really feels.
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F*ck You?
Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader
and the rest of the 11th Street Kids
Adrian Chase Masterlist
Prompt: Adrian has his own secret way of asking you to sleep with him.
Warnings: Mentions of sex, but no actual sex. The team bullying Adrian as per cannon âšď¸. Peacemaker typical language.
A/N: Just a silly little thought I had at 5am during a text convo with one of my best friends when I couldnât sleep. Shout out Tyler for letting me bounce this idea off you. Thanks bestie! Just a short little fic. The italics are flashbacks. Crossposting on my AO3 adriansglasses.
Adrian stuck his middle finger up, pointed at you. You were going through some files on the other side of the room unable to see him behind the papers you were focusing on. Those who saw were giving him questioning looks.
âDude why are you flipping off, (Y/N)? I didnât realize you were mad at themâ Economos decided to be the first to question him. Usually he didnât care enough to ask, but even he was curious as to why Adrian was enthusiastically flipping you off.
âOh! Thatâs because Iâm not. I just wanna have sex when we get back to my apartment. I was saying can I fuck you.â Adrian says, as if itâs obvious. Chris begins to laugh, having overheard the conversation.
âOh my god. Iâm not sure if youâre insane or an idiot.â Harcourt rolls her eyes, walking away.
âIâm pretty sure heâs both. You know thatâs not what that means right?â Economos questions.
âIt has two meanings.â Adrian says in a very matter of fact way.
âNo, it doesnât.â John argues.
âThen how do they always know what I mean?â Adrian asks, as if heâs proving his point.
Chris continues to laugh to himself as Adrian and Economos argue.
Youâre deep in thought, not paying them any attention when Leota passes you the file you were looking for.
âThanks!â You smile at her.
âWhy is Adrian flipping you off?â She asks.
You look over at him, blushing. You nod.
âSee!â Adrian yells throwing up his arms. âTwo meanings! I told you!â
âOh god.â You blush, hiding your face in one of the files. You didnât need the entire team knowing you were going home to have sex after this, but itâs not like it was that big of a surprise. Youâd been dating Adrian for a while, of course you had a sex life. âI donât know how or why he got it into his head that fuck you means can I fuck you- but like I personally think itâs very clever and very cute so I just donât correct him.â You laugh, deciding to be honest with Leota.
You thought back to the first time he flipped you off in such a manner. You were out with the team celebrating with drinks after a mission. He threw up his middle finger, drawing a question mark in the air with the other hand. You looked at him with a confused look and mouthed. âAre you asking me to have sex with you?â and he mouth back, âIsnât it obvious?â. Only Adrian could think something like that was obvious. Only Adrian would even do something like that. You smiled, laughing quietly to yourself. It was so uniquely him.
Chris was still laughing uncontrollably in the back. He was thinking of the first time heâd seen Adrian do this too. Little did everyone else know Chris had been the one to teach it to him long before you were dating.
âYou really wanna know how I pick up chicks across the bar?â Chris asked with a shit eating smirk.
âPlease!â Adrian begged. He could pull girls as Vigilante no problem, but it was a lot harder without the suit.
âBe direct. Just ask if she wants to go home with you. The most subtle way to be direct is to flip her off.â Chris falsely informs.
âWait⌠you want me to be subtle and direct? Iâm confused.â Adrian asks.
âWell, yeah. You want her to know, not the whole bar.â Chris quickly lies.
âI always thought flipping somebody off was an insult.â Adrian is rightfully cautious.
âIt has two meanings. Itâs like special. Special can mean youâre one of a kind, cool, awesome, or it could be used the other way.â Chris explains.
âOh! Okay!â Adrian smiles, before pausing, with a pondering facial expression. âWait! You call me special all the time.â
âYou should hit on that girl over there!â Chris redirects.
âOkay⌠here goes nothingâŚâ Adrian says, slowly raising his middle finger. The girl looks shocked and starts to walk up to the two men at the bar. âOh wow! I think it worked!â
Her pace picks up. She walks up to Adrian, slapping him, hard.
âWait! This is positive! Iâm hitting on you!â Adrian says frantically with his finger still up, as she walks away.
âAw! Fuck! Do you think maybe she had a boyfriend?â Adrian asks, adjusting his glasses and rubbing his jaw.
âYeah, maybe.â Chris laughs hysterically.
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I Wonât Say Iâm In Love - Part Three
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Joanne Harcourt x Male Reader
F/N L/N is a student in the Sapphire Owl house at Weston College. For some reason, he keeps running into a Scarlet Fox student in his day to day activities. Intrigued, he tries to learn more about him.
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It was incredible to be a part of the Sapphire Miracle.Â
You had been selected to participate for your house in the Weston cricket tournament. By calculations, strategy, sacrifice, and a touch of sheer dumb luck, the Sapphire Owl team rose to victory for the second time in Westonâs history.Â
Things had quieted down since thenâŚ
Though you were currently being coddled by your family whilst also climbing- soaking wet- out of the water post-capsize.Â
After a change of clothes, you and the team attended the closing ceremony.
You were congratulated by many of your family and friends, sipping lemonade and speaking with other visitors. Moore was ecstatic to introduce you to his own family, especially (wink) his sister; much to your dismay. But, as you talked, you found her company pleasant enough to consider her as friend material.Â
At your age, it seemed that many boys were enjoying the presence of other respectable ladies. You noticed Harcourt dancing with one of them joyfully. He laughed at something she said, his face lighting up as youâd seen it do countless times.
A pang of jealousy hit you as you watched, feeling a certain hostility toward the girl. It only reminded you of how silly your affection really was. You were both boys, and you could never dance with him like that.Â
Honestly, it was unfair for you to be upset about something so unchangeable.Â
You convinced yourself to be happy for him.Â
Perhaps theyâd keep it up and one day youâd attend theirâŚ
You sighed, disrupting your own train of thoughts because of how disgruntled it made you. You would just learn to accept this, even if it took some time.
Mooreâs sister found you again and noticed your expression was troubled.
âIs something the matter?â she asked.
âNo, just a little tired.â you perked up, raising your cup to your lips.
âOh, tired, I see.âÂ
You stood in silence, awkwardly watching others dance. You wondered if she wanted you to ask her to dance too, what with the way she idled beside you.Â
It would clear my mind if I didâŚÂ
So, being the gentleman you were, you offered her the opportunity and she accepted.
You danced with Mooreâs sister, her name being Theresa. By sheer accident, you nearly bumped into Harcourt and his partner. You looked at each other with surprise and laughed blissfully at the fact.
The night grew to a close, your mood having sincerely improved by the fun you had had.
You bid your farewells to your family and Theresa and then made your way back to the dormitory like the rest of the boys.
You walked down the halls of the school, chattering away with Moore and Blair.
As you got closer to the dorm, one of the boys poked your arm and gestured towards a figure waiting near the gates of the boarding house grounds.
It was Joanne Harcourt. He was still dressed in his clothes from earlier, fiddling with the boater hat in his hands.
Blair snickered.
âFinally gave in to your secret admirer, huh?â he elbowed you.
You gave him a threatening smile.
âStop it!â you whispered, smacking his head.Â
However you couldnât just ignore the guy. You diverged from the group. They lowered their voices, muttering on about how close you and Harcourt had become for students in different houses.
Harcourt gave you a shy smile as you approached. You took your own hat off to be polite, tucking it under your arm. You kind of just stared at each other until the other boys were out of earshot.
âIâm really glad you won, L/N.â Harcourt said softly.
You laughed.
âIâm sorry about your teams⌠unfortunate circumstances. From what I did see, your spin balls were fantastic. I was super impressed!â you enthused.Â
Harcourt blushed slightly with embarrassment at the memories of the âunfortunate circumstancesâ that befell his entire house on the field.
âPlease donât bring it up- ever again.â he hid his face in his palms. âA part of me died in that moment.â
You had to cover your mouth to stifle another laugh. You didnât want to offend him by suggesting his miserable situation was humorous.
âI understand.â you replied, and then decided to change the subject. âI noticed you had a nice lass hanging on your arm tonight! I wouldâve never thought youâd be such a charmer.â you teased.
Harcourt was amused.
âWell I noticed,â he paused, âthat you didnât seem very taken by the girl you danced with.â
You thought for a moment on how to respond. The reason why you had shown such indifference was too secret for Harcourt to know just yet. And it was certainly not something you were going to say outside, even if it was after dark.Â
âI see women more as friends, right now. I prefer to focus on my other passions.â you said with a shrug. âWhat about you? Do you like them or are you just being a gentleman?â
That question caught Harcourt off guard. He froze up a bit, as if he were truly analyzing his own feelings.
âI- forgive me, L/N. I donât mean to be rude. Itâs getting late, I should go back to Scarlet Fox house.â he spilled, putting his hat back on.
Your face fell.
âRight, I suppose you should.â you muttered.
You both stood awkwardly, staring at each other as if you had forgotten the words âgood nightâ existed. He glanced over at the walkway that would take him to his boarding house, then met your eyes once more. He bit his lip with uncertainty.
You straightened up.
âI feel bad that I couldnât help you earlier.â you admitted. âI felt terrible just standing there on the field like I had grass for brains.â
Harcourt flushed again, crossing his arms.
âI told you not to bring it up again! Besides, if you were there with me I would have disintegrated completely. It was so embarrassing.âÂ
Taking a step forward, you clasped your hands behind your back.
âI know, but I⌠I want to help you!â you stressed. â I just want you to be happy, Harcourt. You deserve it, in my book.â
Harcourtâs eyes shot to the ground. He seemed to relax a bit, taking a deep breath.
âThank you, L/N. Youâre kind.â
You reached over and playfully pulled his hat down over his eyes. He giggled, lifting the brim and peering at you. His smile could melt a glacier with how warm it made you feel.
Your eyes softened, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. Your fingers lingered there against his warm skin. He was clearly flustered by it. He reached up and held onto your wrist with both hands.
âIf someone were to see us right nowâŚâ he trailed off nervously.
You slowly lowered your arm, your index finger curling around his in a promise.
âUntil next time.â you murmured, bending and kissing his knuckle.
His jaw dropped, staring at you like he was a deer and you had stepped on a twig. There was a beat of silence as you let his hand go.
âYou really just- you really- ? Iâll see you around!â he said quickly, shrinking away from you and hastening away with not another word.
You turned, heading into your dorm. As you entered the building, it was like the air around you was thin. What possessed you to do that? Didnât you literally just say to yourself you were going to let it go? And what did his reaction mean?
Your smile faltered.
I might have just ruined our relationship with that.
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I feel like every part of this fic ends with Harcourt running off like a little gerbil or something.
Planning on maybe 2 more parts of Joanne? I wanna write a maurice cole fic where the reader is just as â¨devious⨠đş
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11th street kids and mission impossible: get exactly what you came for and leave without an international incident
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Joanne Harcourt x fem reader
Joanne helps you with your English homework and let's you know, he knows you're actually a girl, turns out he doesn't care about gender!đ¤ˇđźââď¸
also, here is an ASMR of Joanne that I made that this story is based on
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Footsteps were heard along the cement path as the Scarlet Fox House dormitory for the third yearâs door opened. The footsteps continued as the door shut behind it.
A casual hello and greeting were exchanged between the normal students and a blonde sweetheart, all soft smiles and lovey-dovey eyes directed at the very well-known prefect's drudge.
He really was Cole's replacement; he was just as pretty if not far more. However, he was dependable and kind, caring and sweet, he would never harm a soul. Must have gotten that gentle nature from his two older sisters I suppose.
Despite being a kind soul, he was also independent. Him going to Weston collage often reminded you of a baby bird leaving the nest for the first time, spreading its wings at Weston.
The blonde made his way through the years of said collage with only a few hiccups, but he was loved no less, he was friendly with all, well, minus Cole.
As he opens the doors to his room, entering with a soft click behind him, the doors shut. He dragged his feet to his bed which was relatively comfortable. It was far better than what he had as a first year. Damn, he can feel his back aching just thinking about it. It must have been a stone slab covered by a sheet; it was rock solid!
He sat down with an umf as he sighed, feeling the soft texture. for the next few seconds, he was cursing out the education system for their ways of punishment as he gained a Y for not being able to stop Kadar from infiltrating Sapphire Owl House's dormitory.
his thoughts came to a halt as something crossed his mind. something that had been bothering him for a while. He was worried. Worried about one of his dorm roommates.
He built quite the relationship with them as they always tried to help him in any way they could, whether it be with his drudge duties even though he tried to refuse, you always did small things for him that really helped him out.
'I'm worried...I haven't seen them recently...' He thought to himself, Joanne sat on his bed wondering if you were okay, he knew that the year group had an English examination due soon, he wasn't exactly sure how soon but he knew it was coming up. All that could be said was that nearly have the year group was stressed like the dickens.
He specifically recalled how you had a large pile of work on your desk, also remembering how you had missed lunchtime to continue with your work. You would get ill at this rate! he was paranoid about your health mentally and physically.
you've been awfully quiet around school, intentionally or not he still felt as though you were ostracizing yourself from not only the entirety of the school but him as well. he missed you in all fairness.
he knew if he said anything to one of the boys in the school, he would become an outcast again, he couldn't be known for having romantic feelings for another boy let alone one of his closest friends.
while he was off in his own world; thinking of how to comfort you, the door opened, revealing you who was dressed in the Weston college uniform, your hair kept up in a wig but the same colour as your natural hair (if you had parts dyed include them too), your face was very feminine but nobody here could talk, Cole had the face of a teenage girl while Harcourt himself looked like he came out of a freshly printed magazine cover for women to dress like men. you were never judged for that.
you walked in through the doors and closed them behind you, hearing the same click from before but your head snapped to the blonde you treasured ever so much as he called out to you.
"O-Oh! hi! I was just thinking about you!" he said with a soft smile that made your heart melt, you turned your head away to hide your face as you were struggling to compose yourself at his innocence. Joanne panicked at your negligence, feigning that you were upset by what he said,
"All good things! All good things! don't worry!" he said urgently as you turned back to face him, he felt a bit more at ease as you were no longer annoyed, he presumed at least.
Joanne went on to voice his thoughts to you as you once again tried to bury your own grave in work. god, you would be suffocating in it if it weren't for the fact you had draws to put them in instead.
"I've just been a bit...worried..." he turned his head to the side and scratched his cheek as he was bashful for admitting it.
"you've been almost distant with everyone! including me..." he sounded like a kicked puppy as he looked down.
you looked up from your work and softly gazed at the nervous boy as he was showing genuine concern for you.
"I'm sorry Harcourt- I- well it's just- *sigh* I don't really have the time physically and metaphorically..." you responded, your voice hoarse as you hadn't been talking much today. ironic because it was the English-speaking examination that was stressing you out the most.
He looked at you with heartfelt eyes as he heard your voice, this *was* damaging you physically. you needed help. this time, he wanted to help you.
"Do you want to tell me what's wrong? I'm willing to help you in any way I can! I just want to be of use to you (last name)âŚ.I really...don't like seeing you like this...." his voice was as gentle as a breeze as he offered to be your short-term therapist for the next few minutes.
you slammed the quill against the desk, breaking the feather as you hit the wooden table that you used quite often with your fist. the shock rattled through your hand, and it stung a little bit. you shook your hand as you looked at the desk in anger, almost blaming it.
sighing, you look at the kind soul who offered you help and explained,
"it's Master Goyal; the English teacher. he's ruthless with deadlines however he; pardon my language, canât teach jack-shit! I've been stuck writing this damn speech that's worth a large part of my final grade and he won't give me any advice on how to word it! Christ all mighty! all I've done is be a good student and he hasn't helped at all! no! no! scratch that! he's set me mountains of homework!" you went on a rant about the teacher you loath. honestly? that's so fucking relatable.
"you see all this Joanne?! this mountain of damn paper?! you'd think that's all of the work I'd do in a year, right?! HA FUCK NO! he set it as god damn homework!!!" you shouted. you're really goddamn lucky he isn't a housemaster otherwise you'd be so fucked.
"that teacher is my goddamn thirteenth reason..." you mumbled to yourself and Joanne was silent throughout the whole rant, only for you to get an adorable little giggle in return, it stole your heart you had to admit.
"You just need some help with the homework? that's not an issue at all! I can help you with that!" he said with a snicker in his voice, but it died down to a sincere offer,
"I'm willing to help you in any way you need..."
you felt like a weight had been taken off of your shoulders as a smile made its way onto your face, staring at your savoir from this god-forsaken pit of paper.
the boy's attitude lightened up seeing you have a happier face, "I thought you seemed a bit depressed, thank god it was just the homework!"
he said with a gentle chuckle as you listed off a few of the other homework from other teachers who took pity on you, so they gave you less.
you asked him wearily if he was really sure if he wanted to give you a hand and his response was a giggle and a few kicks of his legs at the end of the bed.
"of course! justttt know that biology isn't my strongest subject...Hehe, so you might have to ask Kadar about that one...!"
you yourself chuckled at this as you know soma want the best person to go to about school work anyways, but you gave your dear old friend a little shock.
"Surprisingly, I'm very well-read in biology, whether it be anatomy, cells, or photosynthesis, I'm like a jack of all trades in that category!"
the boy sighed in relief, "Oh thank goodness, personally I excel in chemistry so I'll be able to help you in that aspect"
after that conversation with Joanne, he clapped his hands together and stood up, "Right! let me help you with this English speech!"
you sighed as you ruffled through some papers, muttering curses at Master Goyal once more only to result in the papers being mixed in with the rest of the homework. damn.
about two minutes later, you arrived victorious as you pulled out your speech, handing it to the blonde who was waiting patiently, secretly finding your struggle amusing as you looked like you wanted to throw hands with sheets of paper, damn his feelings were wrong.
he started reading over your speech, noticing your mannerisms and techniques. you were very well versed in the writing sector, you did ace your English literature after all, but the confidence portrayed through your words were appalling, he softened the commentary as much as he could.
"(your fake name), I think...you uhm... you have the right phrasing and techniques but you're lacking in the ahem...confidence department.
the listeners won't be engaged unless you sound like youâre the only right person, you need to have more confidence- uh"
you had your hand covering your mouth, finding it harder and harder to shut up your giggling the longer he spoke, snorts leaving your shanking form. he sighed in exasperation at this.
"Can you stop laughing? please? it's not that funny..." he said trying to be serious, however, failing miserably. he himself cracked a smile that he tried to shoo away because of your adorable laughter.
"but it is! do you remember what you were like before you became a drudge? you were as quiet as a mouse!" your snorts turned into full-on cackling as Joanne lost his serious act unintentionally.
"yes, yes I know, how ironic. Joanne Harcourt telling you to be more confidant...sooo funny..." his voice was shaky from trying not to laugh, only to break a little bit when you slapped your knee and wheezed out, "but it is though-"
"Okay! but I'm being serious! this could help you in the long run (Y/f/n)!"
your laughing at him continued as he Shakely explained the importance of confidence that you needed in your speech, you were taking the advice though, almost to heart as he dished out tips and tricks.
he ended up finishing his little lecture about voice and tone for you to still be softly giggling at him.
he let out a short sigh and crossed his arms, leaning back from you with a pouty face, "You're so mean!" but that charade ended rather quickly as you both grabbed hold of the other and both started laughing, these were moments you treasured with this boy.
he might not know you were a girl but you were still in love with him.
you both calmed down and you finished quite a large sum of the work together, at the least 75% of it was done, but time flew as you did the work together, it didn't even feel like work when you were with Joanne. I suppose that is a good thing, right?
suddenly, Joanne spoke up. " how about this, we go meet up with Prince Soma tomorrow and study some more English and chemistry because let's face it, if it was a chance of life or death with you answering a chemistry question? we're all as good as dead." both of you chuckled at this.
Joanne perked up as he came to a realization, "Wait, what's the time? you have a watch, don't you?"
you looked at your wrist and your eyes widened.
"Holy shit, it's almost 11 o'clock at night!" you whisper yelled.
"it's nearly 11?! crap! we have to get to bed now! I don't want a Y!"
several days had passed and now it was the night before your English-speaking exam, you felt confident you were going to rock this shit because you had your crush's help throughout it all.
you tossed and turned in your bed, only to hear Joanne softly whisper to you "Are you awake (Y/f/n)?"
the housemaster put us to bed about an hour ago, the routinely 5-minute checkups are now over as the housemaster has gone to bed. everyone in the room was asleep, apparently apart from you and Joanne.
"yeah, I am. what's up blondie?" you whispered back to him, turning to face him as he was led down in his bed which was next to yours.
"Itâs just- I'm worried for you is all...do you think you'll be okay tomorrow, I did my best to help you..."
you sighed as it seemed Joanne Harcourt was more nervous about your exam than you were, honestly? that sounds just like the boy you fell in love with.
you dragged your feet over the side of the bed, heading straight for his as he was laying there shocked at what you were doing.
"w-wait...what are you? -"
you climbed into his bed as he led there still as a rock, trying to grasp the situation. you rested next to him, hoping to not only calm his nerves but to calm any of yours that could have been flying around out there somewhere for your exam.
"Why are you in my bed?... What on earth are you doing in my bed?..?" the boy whispered with a stutter. a blush painting his cheeks a light pink as his innocence overtook him.
despite his embarrassment, he pulled through, "You know I'm a prefects drudge right? it- it's improper for me to do this I-"
you hushed him and replied to the silent question why do you want this?
"I need the comfort, I don't want to burst into a panic attack as soon as the exam starts, right?" you say with an extremely calm voice, not a single hint of paranoia lacing it.
"This doesn't permit you to- if word got out then-"
"Then be quiet." you hushed him as he would wake the other three in the room.
he took a deep breath and accepted the inevitable. "t-this is fine..."
"But why me? you have a friend in Scarlet Fox House who'd be more than happy to do this, so why me- uh!"
you shut him up by wrapping your arms around his waist, pulling him into your chest. this leads to him being a blushing mess.
"p-please be considerate of the fact I know your confidential secret...that..." he gulped and looked down, not at your tits, just down.
"that you're not a male..."
your breathing stopped for a second. your thoughts going a million miles an hour as now the panic had kicked in, but only one thought stood out from the rest. 'will be okay with dating me now?'.
he chuckled at your shocked face as he debunked your attempts to hide it. "you thought you were slick, didn't you? it was obvious to me after a while...you don't bathe with us but you're always hygienic so you must do so separately...your body stature is very feminine.
you cut him off by nuzzling his chest, that really was an effective way to shut him up. "do I really provide that much comfort?.." he said in a hushed voice.
all you did was nod silently.
he sighed, "Fine... I'll sleep with you. just for tonight! I don't want you getting the wrong idea." he scolded in a motherly tone. you know damn well you'll be doing this from now on every night.
the looked down at your face as he looked into your eyes. your body reacted instinctively as you felt his breath against your face. you strained upwards, "What are you-! *gasp*" You cut him off quickly with a short peck to the lips, they felt so soft, you wanted another taste...but no, you need to make sure it's okay with him first.
red crawled up Joanne's neck all the way to the tips of his ears as he covered his mouth with the back of his hand, he was a stuttery mess.
he quietly cleared his throat to regain himself. As you stared at him lovingly, it made him all the more flustered.
"y-you could have at least told me your real name first-"
you stroked his cheek softly as you took a deep breath,
"O-Oh, I wasn't expecting you to actually-"
"(y/n)."
there was silence for a moment as if he was soaking in the same to match the face. his eyes now reflected your loving gaze.
"that's such a beautiful name. It suits you well..." he chuckled softly.
"Just make sure you ask next time you do that... I'd be more than happy to let you..."
both of your faces were slowly leaning closer, your eyes asking the question that you so desperately wanted to ask for you,
"you can do it as often as you like...mmf-!" his eyes widened once more but this time they shut to savor the moment, he tasted like honey and scones, but tea time was over five hours ago...must be his natural taste...
as you both pulled away this time, the kiss was dragged out longer, but both of your eyes slowly opened. you both appeared to have the air stolen from your lungs. you felt your heart melt as he said,
"you're cute, even dressed as a boy, you know that?" he rested his forehead against yours as you hummed in contentment, a small smile gracing your lips as you now felt tired and relieved.
"let's keep this between us, okay? I don't think Redmond should know about this...
I think it would be nice to make this a normal thing, like our own little homework club!" he said excitedly only for you to softly shush him and stroke your thumb against his cheek.
"two members only, I wonder why...." he said gently as your eyes fluttered shut, yet you still moved your head to kiss him once more, a short kiss that said shut up in a nice way. this led to a giggle from him.
"Maybe that's why..."
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Peacemaker Masterlist
âĽď¸Chris Smith
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âĽď¸Adrian Chase
Chubby Reader Headcanons (Coming Soon)
âĽď¸Emilia Harcourt
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âĽď¸Leota Adebayo
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Feel free to ask about other characters!
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hello peacemaker nation (if any of u r still aliveâŚ) i have written a fanfic yay!!!!!!!! itâs emilia harcourt x reader ,,, iâm inserting the reader into like every episode of the show mwahahaha ! đđ§đźââď¸
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Lost in Evergreen: A New Assignment, Unlikely Allies Chap 2
Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader
Prompt: You just canât seem to catch a break
Warnings: Cursing, Dubious consent, Spoilers for season 1 finale of peacemaker
{Part 1 }
"You are!" you shout, unable to hold back your amusement at Adrian's stammering response. Laughter bursts out of you, and a mischievous glint dances in your eyes. "You chased me all the way here? Adrian, you really take your job as a 'restaurant police' seriously, don't you?" you tease, unable to resist poking fun at him. "And how did you even get changed so fast? Do you keep that costume in your car or something?" Your laughter echoes through the alleyway.
Vigilante's face flushes with embarrassment, but he tries to regain his composure. "NO! Wait Iâm not Adrian, I donât even know who that is! He must be a great guy though. Whoever he is!â He says with frustration.
âItâs you?â You say with a smirk.
âUGH! Look! You ran off without paying! That's a criminal offense, so you have to pay!" he insists, his determination evident.
"Money?" you quip, raising an eyebrow playfully.Â
"No, like god dammit, I'm going to kill you now," he sighs, frustration tingeing his voice as he readies his fighting pose.
His comment makes you laugh even harder, your amusement spilling over as you lean against the alleyway wall. "I'm sorry, restaurant boy, but you're not gonna hurt me, let alone kill me!" you taunt.Â
"Just try and catch me, DORK!" you stick out your tongue mischievously before darting into the alleyway, inviting him to give chase. Vigilante grunts, his determination driving him forward as he sprints after you.
As the distance between you and Vigilante closes, you phase through a nearby dumpster, effortlessly blending with the shadows. Vigilante's eyes dart around the alley, searching for any sign of your presence. "O-okay! You're a meta-human, but that doesn't matter! I'm still gonna make you pay!" he declares, refusing to be deterred. He knows that you possess the ability to disappear and reappear at will, making you a slippery target. Yet, he remains focused.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blows in his direction, carrying a faint trace of your perfume. In that split second, you reappear behind him. With lightning reflexes, Adrian spins around, his fists clenched and ready for you to strike. You waste no time, channeling your phasing abilities as you lunge forward, your hand poised to strike his jaw. But at the last moment, Vigilante evades your attack.
As your fist passes through the air, Vigilante seizes the opportunity. He counters with a swift roundhouse kick, aimed for your stomach. However, you effortlessly phase through the blow, evading the strike. Unfazed, you phase your hand into his chest, disrupting his equilibrium and causing him to stagger backward.
"Got your heart~" you wink mischievously before phasing through another wall, leaving Adrian to grapple with the sudden intrusion and regain his footing. You continue to phase through the alleyway walls, shoving him playfully and taunting him along the way. "Woah! I can sense your malice? You must really hate me~" your disembodied voice echoes through the alleyway. "No matter, this fight is over! You think a trained hero like me would lose to you?" you laugh as you appear behind him, about to launch another attack.
In a split-second reaction, Vigilante spins around, attempting to grapple you, but his aim is a little off. His hands land on your breasts, and both of you freeze, shocked by the sudden intimate contact. A mixture of embarrassment and a blush colors your face, while Vigilante flexes his fingers in astonishment. "Woah! Just like in anime! That's crazy! I mean, what are the od-" Before he can finish his sentence, you slap him hard across the face, causing him to release his grip.
"HEY! Rude!" he exclaims, rubbing his cheek in disbelief.
"Y-YOU YOU PERVERT!" you yell, your voice filled with outrage. "Oh my gosh, you didn't want a fight. You just wanted to be a SCUMBAG! GASP! And that wasn't malice, was it? It must have been lust! I barely know you, you perv!" You continue to rant, slowly floating in the air, holding your chest protectively.
âAnd thatâs why you dressed up like that so you could feel up vulnerable women! Youâre no hero!â You yell.
âH-hey! I am a hero! Iâm the Vigilante! I stop evil people like you!â He yells back at you pointing.
 "I can't believe I was actually enjoying our fight! I am out of here!" With a final indignant blow of a raspberry, you fly away at lightning speed, leaving a bewildered Vigilante behind. He tries to give chase but you're flying faster than ever.
You flew through the night sky, your senses sharp as you searched for your handler's location. But your mind kept drifting back to the encounter with the masked man, Vigilante. The memory of his touch lingered, causing a hint of a blush to rise on your cheeks. It felt like hours before you finally spotted Harcourt's aura emanating from an old video store called Henenlotter Video. "That... That can't be the base of operations," you grimaced as you landed on the roof of the building. Phasing only your head inside the building, you observed four people engrossed in a discussion. The room had a high-tech feel to it, cleaner than its exterior suggested. As you looked around, you tried to make out their faces, and that's when you noticed one of them was your handler, Harcourt.
"Okay, so Waller has sent a new recruit to join us on our mission. She's the extra help we'll be getting this time around," Harcourt sighed, passing around your case files.
Adebayo flipped to the first page, cooing at your young Justice League photo. "Aw? But she's just a kid?"
"That's an older photo from when she was fifteen. Trust me, Harcourt and I had to watch over that brat on missions, and she was anything but sweet. She used her weird empathy powers disguised as sweet little hugs and gave me depression for a week. The kid was a menace! Remember, Harcourt?" Economos grimaced.
"Don't remind me. But that kid is now older and a part of this team, so once she arrives, play nice. I don't want another Valle Esperanza incident on our hands," Harcourt warned. âHer plane should have landed hours ago? But she hasnât texted me to pick her up? Where is she?â She would ask checking your location with your tracker. "That's weird? Why does it say she's right on top of us?"
âWhat happened at Valle Esperan-OH MY GOD!â Adebayo shrieked, pointing to the ceiling where your head was partially phased in.
"For the love of God, get down here!" Harcourt yelled, and you obliged. "God, okay, everyone, this is Ghostmaker tw-"
"Spectra! I'm Spectra!" you interrupted, landing defiantly on a desk.
Harcourt glared at you. "No? It's Ghostmaker tw-"
"It's SPEC-TRA! I told Waller I'm not my sister!" you shot back, your glare matching Harcourt's intensity.
"God dammit! Fine! Spectra, aka (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Her powers are listed in the brief. Flight, phasing, and you know the rest. And please, no one lose them this time, SMITH?" Harcourt scolded, directing her glare at Peacemaker, who wasn't paying attention, absorbed in the file. He pulled out a picture and studied it intently.
"She looks familiar. Wait, I worked with Ghostmaker before. Babe was a fucking smokeshow! Tall and built like an Amazon. Of course, I don't like my women too muscular," he smirked, then compared the picture to your current appearance. "Man, you really let yourself go, Ghostmaker? Plus, now you're shorter?"
Your anger flared. "I'm her sister! See, this is why I didn't want to be named Ghost-"
Before you could finish your sentence, a familiar figure in a costume emerged from the bathroom, holding an icepack to his face. âGuys, I donât think the swelling is going down-â
"YOU!" both of you exclaimed in unison, and you instinctively jumped back behind Harcourt.
"You've only been in town for a couple of hours. How do you know Vigilante?" Harcourt questioned, annoyance evident in her voice.
âI slapped him?â You would say nonchalantly.Â
âAdrian you said you got that from running into a wall?â Adebayo would question.
Vigilante would stand frozen trying to come up with something to continue his lie.
"Noo? I slapped him? Because he's the pervert who groped me after trying to kill me, might I add!" you accused, pointing a finger in his direction.
The team exchanged skeptical glances, unsure of whether to believe that Vigilante would engage in such behavior. Vigilante was shocked that his teammates and âbest friendsâ would entertain the idea that he would do something like that.
"Vig, did you?" Peacemaker asked, his tone filled with uncertainty.
"WH-NO! She stole from Fennel Fields and then skipped out on her bill! What's this criminal doing here?"
"Not denying the groping part, huh?" Economos joked, causing the tension to rise further.
"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!" Vigilante exclaimed, his voice filled with frustration. The team's suspicion only intensified.
"So you did grope her, dude?â Peacemaker would say with a joking smile. âBoobs or Butt? Because one is way worse than the other.â
âSmith!â Harcourt would yell at Peacemaker shaking her head.
Vigilante's face turned bright red as he stammered in response. "No! It wasn't intentional! It was a mistake, I swear!"
"Sure, sure," you said, rolling your eyes while holding your chest. "Bet that's what he always says... the JERK!"
Harcourt interrupted the moment, her voice filled with irritation. "Enough! We have a mission to focus on. Ghostma-Spectra, Vigilante, put your personal issues aside. We need to work together to take down our target. Letâs finally begin the debrief so we can leave before midnightâŚâ
The next night, you were assigned to do lookout duty with Vigilante. There was a secret town hall meeting taking place in Evergreen. The mayor was suspected to be a butterfly or butterfly sympathizer, rallying up the locals. Some residents had taken to worshiping the butterflies as benevolent gods and providing them with a new food source other than amber. You and the team were tasked with finding and destroying this new sect and their food source.
âThis fucking sucks⌠whyâd I get paired with you!â you whispered angrily as you peered through the binoculars, focusing on the building.
âI didnât wanna get assigned to you EITHER!â Vigilante whisper-yelled back.
âBoth of you shut the hell up! Watch Adebayo and Economos as they enter the building. We donât want the butterflies to catch on, and DONâT lose them! Smith and I will provide recon and investigate the building, and NO arguing!â Harcourt's voice came through the earpiece, trying to maintain control.
You pouted as you lay in the grass, still looking through the binoculars. Both of you sat in silence before Vigilante cleared his throat multiple times, seemingly wanting to speak.
âGod damn! What!â you snapped at him, taking your earpiece out. Vigilante looked at you, his eyes wide before huffing and folding his arms.
âI didnât grope you, by the way,â he stated matter-of-factly.
âWhat?â you sat up, frowning at him.
âEarlier! You made everyone think Iâm the weirdo, but you ran into me. You... you practically put your boobs in my hands!â Vigilante raised his voice a little, actually sounding hurt.
"WHAT!" You blushed as you stood up, getting closer to him, sticking your finger in his chest.Â
"Listen here, buddy! I did NOT! If I wanted to put my boobs in your hands, they would be!" You huffed as you went back to your binoculars.
"Wait, so does that mean you wanted me to grope you?" Vigilante tilted his head, looking confused.
"No, you dingus! I... oh, fuck!" You stared through the binoculars at the team running back towards you two, and you quickly put your earpiece back in. Harcourt's voice filled your ear, scolding you for not paying attention. The butterflies had discovered the team, and a gunfight had broken out. Harcourt was calling for backup, but you and Vigilante were too busy arguing. The scolding continued until the team returned to the base at the video store.
Fed up with Harcourt's lecture, you phased away mid-ear lashing. Although you messed up at the end of the mission, it was considered a success because the team had discovered that there were still butterflies and their supporters in Evergreen and the surrounding states. You sat out front on a curb as the group finished up their debrief. Adrian was the first to come out, looking for you. Once he found you, he fidgeted with his fingers, staying silent for a minute.
"Saw you got in trouble with Harcourt and the rest of the team," He finally spoke up.
You remained silent.
"I could drive you back to your hotel! They're finishing up now, but Harcourt is still PISSED at you," he chuckled, eliciting a long sigh from you.
"Why? Aren't I a criminal? Or are you gonna try more funny business?" you asked, rolling your eyes while still looking down.
He rolled his eyes at your statement. "I was trying to be nice! But you are right?"
"About the funny business?" You looked confused but had a slight smile.
"N-no! About being a criminal part!"
"Aw, you big dork. I'm kidding, and I'll go and pay in the morning. Once I get settled, of course. Ms. Waller gave me funds for a month," you explained as you got up.
"We can go together... just so I can make sure... you pay!" he stammered out.Â
You shrugged as you walked up closer to him, examining him intensely. He tensed up with you being so close.
"Relax, I'm just examining your aura. Your intentions look pure, so I'll go with you tomorrow. Tell Harcourt Iâm going to the hotel," you said, starting to float and quickly kissing his cheek before taking off.
Adrian held his cheek, looking bewildered. He jumped when he heard someone clear their throat.
"Dude creeping on the newbie?" Peacemaker teased as Adrian removed his mask.
"No! If anything, I hate her! She's so... WEIRD! Did you see that?! Now whoâs the scumbag!" he yelled at Peacemaker.
"Bro! You gotta be kidding..." Peacemaker laughed.
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Utah Law- Adrian Chase x fem!Reader



It some states such as Utah it is illegal to have premarital sex. You scoff at the idea but your boyfriend is very strict when it comes to following the law so he refuses to budge even when you try tempting him.
Notes: NSFW, MDNI, this was written before I found out that formication laws were outlawed in Utah in 2019.
This was also based on my Adrian Chase NSFW Alphabet post and a few conversations with @hieronymph to whom this was written forđ¤
Includes: Semi-public sex, dry humping, switch! Adrian, pussy eating, spanking, loud sex, face sitting. Mentions of absurd state laws, murder, and violence.
Comments, reblogs, and likes are appreciated!
âWhat crawled up your ass and died?â Adebayo asked with a raised brow when you threw your luggage into the van with just a little too much force and a scowl. Chris laughed.
âSheâs mad because she didnât get any last night.â He said with glee.
âSeriously?â Harcourt said, raising a brow from behind the driverâs seat.
âI thought it was tradition for the two of you to âbreak inâ every motel room you sleep in.â Adebayo questioned while making⌠some sort of gesture with her hands.
âIt is tradition, thank you for remembering that Adebayo.â You turned to face Adrian. âDo you want to tell them why we didnât honor tradition last night?â
Adrian sighed and pouted. âPre-martial sex is against the law in Utah.â
âYouâre kidding.â Economos deadpanned.
You were well aware of Adrianâs rather⌠strict way of looking at the law. He will kill anyone he finds breaking the law, hypocrisy aside. This ranges from murderers to vandals. As your little group went across the country to find butterflies, you came to find out his knowledge of the law not only included federal laws but also state laws. Including the obscure ones.
For example, while the two of you chased a possible witness in Portland, Adrian had come to a complete stop before you could enter the cemetery. He left you to chase the witness alone so he could run around the property. You chewed him out afterwards and his only defense was that in Oregon itâs a misdemeanor to bring weapons or go hunting in a cemetery. He gestured to the multiple guns and knives on his body.
âAll Iâm saying is, itâs better to keep a low radar and avoid breaking the law.â Adrian said with his hands up in defense when the group confronted him later. âAnd we canât pick and choose which laws to follow. Otherwise weâd be no better than the bad guys.â
âLow radar?â You scoffed. âYouâre dressed in a teal super suit! People are gonna know something is up! And Iâm not sure if you remember this, but murder is also illegal!â
âThank you for remembering itâs teal,â Adrian beamed at you and well, you couldnât be mad at that face any longer. The point was, you knew Adrian took the law seriously even to the teamâs detriment. Even to your detriment. Like now.
âHeâs not kidding.â You crossed your arms.
âBabe, I offered loopholes like eating out your-â
âOkay!â Harcourt interrupted and started the van. âI do not want to listen to this. Economos, brief us.â
Everyoneâs attention turned to Economos, except for you and Adrian. You pretended tie your shoe laces and bent over, which gave Adrian a peak of your teal lace bra under your baggy, low cut top. His whimper was enough confirmation from you that he did. You tried to hide your smirk as you listened to Economos. You knew it was enough to have Adrian eating out of the palm of your hand in no time.
The following evening, after a day of âinnocentâ flashing Adrian- as well as âaccidentallyâ sending him a picture of you in the bra- Adrian wrapped his arms behind you and pressed a kiss to your neck.
âPlease forgive me,â He begged into your ear. âI know youâre wearing matching teal panties with that bra. You know thatâs my weakness.â
You glanced around the van and saw that besides Economos who was driving, everyone else was asleep. You glanced over at the GPS and saw that the team was about two miles from the Wyoming border. You never thought you would be so happy to see a âWelcome to Wyomingâ sign.
âIâll forgive you in two miles,â You said and faced him. âBut I can think of something to do while we wait.â
You began kissing Adrian, letting your fingers tangle between his brown locks. He gripped your waist and pulled you onto his lap. This continued until the GPS announced that the team had entered Wyoming. And while you enjoyed his kisses, you did wonder why Adrian made no move to fuck you.
âCome on,â You begged in between kisses. âWhen are you gonna fuck me?â
âShhhhâŚHold on,â Adrian shushed you before you could get too excited. You couldnât wait to kiss that smirk off him. âPublic sex is still illegal in Wyoming.â
He was fucking with you. Truly he was. âThatâs never been an issue with you before!â You protested, recalling the many, many times the two of you fucked in much more public places, including the the woods and a bar alley.
âIt wasnât until you kept flashing me that bra of yours,â He said in a deep voice. âBut if youâre so desperate, climb on sweetheart.â He shook his head and patted his denim covered thigh. âBecause Iâm not fucking you until we get to the motel. All you get right now is my thigh.â
You glared at him as you straddled his muscular thigh but you had to admit, this was turning you on a bit. Your teal panties were absolutely soaking right now. You started to grind on his thigh and your eyes fluttered to finally have some relief. You made a good choice choosing lace panties with a seam line that rubbed just right on your clit as you humped his leg.
âShhh⌠slow down baby girl,â Adrian cooed as his hands slowed to your hips. âSlower⌠I said slower, baby girl. Iâve been looking forward to this all day, I donât want you to wear yourself out before we get to our room.â
âGood girl,â He smiled as you were at a pace he was finally pleased with. He grabbed onto your waist a little tighter so he could control your movements. âYou look so fucking pretty riding my leg like this.â
You pulled Adrian in for another kiss, this one sloppier and more reckless than the last. His mouth tasted like the maraschino cherries he stole from your milkshake. You wanted more of it. His hand grabs your ass to press against you and push himself deeper into your mouth. Adrian let out soft moans as you deepened the kiss. His other hand moves up your torso to grab you by the jaw and breaks the kiss so his mouth can move down your neck.
âPlease baby, I want you,â You begged. â
Then Economos slams on the breaks and you fall off Adrianâs lap.
âWe are at the motel,â He says, covering his eyes and to be honest, you kinda forgot he was driving. âI will go in and get us rooms. You two get first pick because I cannot clean the van again.â
The two of you run to your room, not even bothering to grab your bags from the van and Adrian presses you against the door, his mouth back on yours.
âI need you,â He says, pulling off your shirt and does not hesitate to kiss the skin around your teal bra.
âI love this bra so much.â He says between kisses. âYou look so hot in teal⌠you look hot in all colors⌠but teal⌠teal takes the cakeâ
âAnd speaking of cakeâŚI need to see those panties,â He said shamelessly. He moves his way downwards and had he not been holding you upright, you wouldâve fell from the force he ripped your pants off. He kissed you through the lace of your panties and growled.
âYouâre so fucking wet,â He panted as he hastily pulled it down. âIâm so sorry for leaving you like this for so long. Wait, actually I need more.â
Adrian shot up and pulled you to the bed, you kicked the pants off hastily as you tried not to trip, and he threw you down. He jumped on the bed, landing on his back.
âRide my face,â He said quickly, pulling you on top of him. You threw your bra to the side, letting your breasts free. âI donât want anything but you. Sit on my face now.â
You obeyed and Adrian wasted no time lapping up your pussy. His fingers dug into your thighs, pulling you closer so your tongue could go deeper. You could feel the vibrations of his voice against your clit but you couldnât make out what he said. Not that you cared when his tongue was doing that thing to your clit.
âFuck! Adrian!â You screamed and you fell forward, your hands landing on his abs so you could grind your hips even harder against his mouth. Adrian began to suck on your clit more aggressively, rolling and curling his tongue all the while. You called out his name again as your hands fisted the sheets. Adrian smacked your ass, causing your body to jolt a bit further into his mouth, which he used as an opportunity to slip his tongue inside you.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. âToo much⌠fuck please, Iâm getting⌠Iâm getting closer! Fuck me! Iâm getting closer! Oh fuck⌠Adrian⌠pleaseâŚâ Your stomach was tightening with every thrust of his tongue and every slap on your ass.
Adrian slid his tongue out of you and licked your clit, using his saliva to get it nice and wet so his fingers could take over. âCum for me babygirl, cum on my tongue.â He said and that was enough to push you over the edge. You screamed his name as he sent you to completion.
You fell over to his side as you shook and Adrian sat up with a self-satisfied smile on his wet and puffy lips. âYouâre so fucking gorgeous babe.â
Adrian kicked off his pants and pulled you to the edge of the bed by your legs. He started rubbing his cock against you, smearing his precum on your skin, as he waited for you to stop shaking. âSuch a good girl baby, you didnât even need my cock to cum.â
âNo please,â You begged, your brain still a little fuzzy for him. âI need that too.â
âYouâre pretty when youâre begging for my cock babe.â Adrian chuckled and leaned forward to kiss you, his hand on your jaw as he slowly slid into your sex. You mouth opened in a gasp and he slid his tongue in.
Adrian gives you shallow thrusts as he kissed you but once you signal youâve adjusted to him, he gives you one last kiss and pulls away to start pounding away at you. Your back arched as you took more of him.
���Does it feel good baby?â Adrian asked and you nodded as he slid his fingers between your lips. âGood girl, get them nice and wet for me.â
He slid them out of your mouth and dragged them down your torso and to your clit. âWe can never go to Utah again baby,â The fingers you covered with your saliva began playing with your clit. You arched your back and moaned loudly. âI canât go another day without seeing you like this.â
You sat up and wrapped your arms around his neck. Adrian smiled and picked you up. He loved showing off how strong he was for you. He bounced you on his cock and began kissing your neck. You moaned his name again and a small part of your mind wondered if you were going to get a noise complaint the next morning. The thought was quickly forgotten when Adrian pushed you into a wall as he carried you. You pulled his hair to sloppily kiss him again and your fingers tangled in your hair as he fucked you.
Still sensitive from your last orgasm, it was taking very little time to build up to your second. Especially when this new position gave Adrian a new angle to fuck you in entirely. He could feel you tightening around him so he nodded and moaned between kisses.
You came with a scream, your body tightening as pleasure washed over every nerve. Adrian didn't last long after that either and you felt his cock twitch before filling you with his cum. You moaned as you felt it wash over you and pulled him in for another kiss.
Adrian carried you to the bed and laid you down, curling next to you.
âAre you tired already baby?â Adrian tilted his head as he crawled over your prone body. âWe need to make up for not having sex at the last motel.â
âWell if you insist baby,â You smile at him.
The following morning, Chris slams his bags a little too hard into the van.
âWhatâs wrong now?â Adebayo asked as she blew her extra sugary coffee.
âThose two-â He said with disgust dripping with every word and pointed at you and Adrian wrapped up around each other, energized and in love. âWere celebrating being in Wyoming all night.â
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Never Been Kissed (Adrian Chase x fem!reader)
Rating: Explicit - 18+ only
Word Count: 7.3k
Warnings: SMUT, Second chance romance, Canon typical descriptions of murder and violence, Oral (fem receiving), P in V, Safe sex (male condom), Multiple orgasms
Summary: You're a PI who joins the 11th Street Kids after a chance meeting with John Economos on the dark web. Unfortunately for you, your ex-friend-with-benefits Vigilante is here too. (Based on this ask by anon)
A/N: This took a hot minute. The M&Ms were originally cigarettes but these days I'm a healthy queen free of nicotine -purr.
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The dim fire exit sign outside the back of the abandoned video store flickers as you suck a peanut M&M between your tongue and the roof of your mouth anxiously. You hope your contact hurries the fuck up - if he makes you wait any longer youâll finish an entire party bag from nervousness.
It was stupid, really, even reckless, to meet a stranger from the dark web. But when some guy called TechConomos_11 had responded to you in a chat room where you were discussing the intel you had on some sinister goings-on in Evergreen, you knew you had to meet him and his team.
Because youâll be damned if anyone catches the escaped gorilla before you.
Thereâs a clink of a padlock and chain falling to the floor, the sound of a heavy emergency exit bar being pushed down and when the door opens youâre face to face with a large, bearded man wearing glasses.Â
âAre you the PI?â
If you had to draw a sketch of what you thought a guy you met on the dark web would look like, he would be it. Not a neckbeard, exactly, just someone with the distinct aura of having too much time spent in front of a screen.
You nod. âTechConomos?â
âCall me John. Come inside - the teamâs all here.â
You shove the half-empty pack of M&Ms into your bag and he leads you through to the back office.Â
âThis is Murn, Harcourt and Adebayo.â He gestures to his three associates sitting in the office who each acknowledge you in turn. âAnd these guys-â
âFuck it! Fuck, fuck fuck!â
The yelling draws your attention to the window separating the office from the rest of the video store and itâs like a knife in your gut when you see him.
Vigilante.
âUgh, fuck! It hurts to walk!â Vigilante whines as he limps around. He turns to pace some more but stops in his tracks in alarm when he sees you. He immediately dives to the floor, launching himself behind a desk in a futile attempt to hide.
Vigilante is the last person you expected to - or wanted to - see here. Itâs not his usual MO - normally heâd be out hunting thugs and drug dealers. What was he doing caught up in this operation with some tech guy and a team who you suspected were either current or former soldiers?
Thereâs a roaring laugh and your eyes find Peacemaker, doubled over in his chair, laughing like an idiot at Vigilante sprawled on the ground.Â
That explains Vigilanteâs involvement. Looks like his idol, Peacemaker, is finally out of prison and the first thing he does is rope Vigilante into whatever this is. The whole thing stinks. Why is there an entire team with two capes looking for an escaped zoo animal? Any why did one of those capes have to be Vigilante?Â
You close your eyes and groan. âYou didnât tell me you were working with them.â
âYou know each other?â asks Harcourt.
âJust Vigilante.â You sigh and follow them into the video store.
âHey, asshole,â you say, peering over the desk Vigilante is hidden behind. He looks up at you and props his masked head up on his arm casually as if you didnât just see him throw himself there a second ago.
âOh, hey!â he says, feigning pleasant surprise.
âWhy are you on the floor?â
âI hurt my pinky toe.â
âYeah? Which one?â You walk around the desk and stand at his feet to get a better look.
âNononono! Wait!â
You clock the way his visor-covered eyes dart down to his right foot in panic.Â
âWoah, did you think I was gonna kick you or something?â Sure, you have beef but youâre kind of offended heâd think that youâd harm him on purpose.
âNoâŚâ he mumbles sheepishly.
âAsshole.â You roll your eyes and sit on the hard wooden surface, turning away from him to face the team.
âWho the fuck is this?â Peacemaker asks Murn before looking between you and Vigilante. âDo you two know each other or something?â
You donât deign to reply.
Thereâs a squeak of a chair being dragged on linoleum as Vigilante pulls himself up onto a seat next to Peacemaker with a wince.
âEconomos says you want to join the team,â says Murn.Â
âThatâs right.â
âWhy?â
âI know everything that goes on in Evergreen.â
âAnd?â
âI have information and skills that I want money for. Obviously.â
âHow much?â
You were talking about splitting the reward for the gorilla but Murnâs expectant look makes it clear this is a contract. Whatâs that saying again? A contract in the hand is worth a gorilla in the bush? ⌠Something like that.
âWell, what are you paying him?â You cast your eyes at Vigilante who shrugs. Unbelievable. âTheyâre not paying you? Idiot.â
Murn and Harcourt glance at each other awkwardly. âThis is strictly off the books,â says Murn.
âSo you were just going to take advantage of him? No way. I want my pay backdated for all the intell Iâve found for you. And his too for whatever it is heâs doing for you.â
âHow do you guys know each other?â asks John, pulling up a chair behind his laptop.
You look at Vigilante warningly and answer before he can open his fat mouth. âIâve sent some work his way once or twice. And compensated him fairly for it,â you add pointedly.
âOh, theyâve definitely fucked,â laughs Peacemaker.
âShouldnât you be in Belle Reve?â You glare at him.
Peacemaker ignores the question. âDid he keep the mask on with you too?â He pouts faux-sympathetically.
This catches you off-guard. Not Vigilante and Peacemaker fucking - Vigilante is so obsessed with him that you guessed it was only a matter of time.
But he did keep his mask on.
Vigilante groans and leans forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees and staring determinedly at his injured foot.
âHa! I knew it!â
âEnough!â Murn gives Peacemaker a severe look before turning his attention back to you. âJohn says you know the location of what weâre looking for.â
âIâm not telling you until you get me up to speed with what youâve got so far. John wouldnât tell me shit online. Call it a show of good faith.â
âAnd weâre supposed to just take your word that you actually have useful information?â asks Adebayo.
John opens his mouth to reply but Vigilante beats him to the punch.
âShe knows,â says Vigilante, finally looking up. âSheâs⌠sheâs a good PI. If she says she knows, she knows.â
âWell, we canât divulge state secrets just because Vigilante vouches for you. Tell us the âwhereâ and if it checks out - youâre in,â says Harcourt.
You look around at this unlikely group. If you want to catch the gorilla you need their help. You need their weapons. You need their money.
âItâs at the Glan Tai bottling plant. You heard of it?â
âPulling it up nowâŚâ John types on his keyboard. âIt makes sense, Murn. Theyâve got the production, the distribution channels⌠This is probably it.â
Distribution channels? Whatâs the gorilla at Glan Tai got to do with distribution?Â
You keep your face neutral - if thereâs one thing youâve learned from this job, itâs when to sit back, shut up and listen.
You try to piece things together as Murn talks about âbutterfliesâ and their âfood sourceâ. Economos checks highway CCTV footage and confirms that your intel is correct. This is extremely lucky for you because youâre clearly talking about two entirely different things. You wonder if these âbutterfliesâ are some kind of parasite-induced sleeper agent. And maybe the food source is a drug to release them from their fugue state?
â...And the gorilla?â you ask eventually.
âWhat about the gorilla?â asks Harcourt.
âThe gorilla is at Glan Tai.â
âThereâs a Butterfly gorilla?â asks Vigilante excitedly. âThat is so cool!â
âIs that even possible?â Harcourt asks Murn who nods.
Youâve seen some shit but a gorilla sleeper agent takes the fucking cake. They all seem totally unfazed so you pretend to be too.
âSo, whatâs our next move? When do we start killing these aliens?â asks Peacemaker.
Aliens.
You discreetly scan the others. Nobody else bats an eyelid at Peacemakerâs use of that word.Â
What the hell have you gotten yourself into?
âYou two get some rest, come back tonight,â says Murn to Peacemaker and Vigilante. âAnd you - youâve got evidence of what weâre doing here?â Thereâs no point in lying so you nod. âBring it back here so we can destroy it. All of it.â
You, Peacemaker and Vigilante, leave the video store. You cross the street to get to your car but Vigilante calls your name. You turn around to see him hurriedly limping over while Peacemaker climbs into the Vigilantemobile.
âHey, Iâm glad youâre part of the team now.â
âI canât return the sentiment.â You scowl at him. Peacemaker beeps the horn of Vigilanteâs car. âYouâd better hurry up - you donât want to keep your boyfriend waiting.â
âWeâre not in a relationship. You know I only wanted to be with-â
âDonât you dare.â
âCâmon, canât you at least tell me why you stopped answering my calls?â
âI already told you - Iâm not going to wait around my entire life for a guy who wonât even show me his face. Or tell me his real name.â
âI canât -â
âSave your excuses for someone who gives a shit.â Peacemaker blasts the horn again. âAt least I know you keep the mask on when you fuck him too. Itâs not like heâs seen your face.â
Vigilanteâs visor-covered eyes avoid contact with yours. His hesitation is like a punch in the gut.Â
âHeâs seen your face?â You donât mean to whisper it. The words just spill from your lips like youâve been winded.
âNot like that. That was just a meaningless threesome-â
âBut heâs seen it?â
He nods.
You push him aside to throw your car door open and get in. âFuck you, V.â You slam it shut and drive away, not even bothering to glance at him standing haplessly in your rearview mirror.
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Later that evening, you and John cross-check your intel. Itâs becoming clear that this is way out of your fucking league. But if Vigilante can do it, you can too.
Right?
âYou want some peanut M&Ms?â.
He accepts a handful gladly. âWhy is so much of this about the fucking gorilla?â John asks with his mouth full, looking over your shoulder at your laptop screen.
The necessity of any quick thinking on your part is interrupted when you hear Murnâs voice ringing from the back office.
âYou told Vigilante to kill Peacemaker's father?!âÂ
You and John drop what youâre doing and peer tentatively around the door of the office where Murn is berating Adebayo.
âI didn't tell him to⌠I just kinda put the idea in his head,â she explains.
âThat Peacemaker would be better off without his father?â
Oh no.
âWhereâs Vigilante?â you ask suspiciously, joining Murn as he stands with his arms crossed. He looks furious.
âHeâs in jail,â mumbles Adebayo. âI might have suggested that if someone were to go in and kill Peacemakerâs dad, all our problems would go away.â
You run your hands through your hair.
âHow could you manipulate him like that?â Your combat boots squeak on the floor as you pace across it, catastrophising aloud. âIn case you hadnât noticed, Vigilante is very fucking easy to manipulate. And he has a record. What if he kills someone in prison and gets locked up for life? Or what if he gets himself killed trying?â
âPeacemakerâs gonna see right through this. Heâll know exactly what you tried to do,â says Murn to Adebyo sternly.
Theyâre fucking crazy.Â
âWho gives a shit about Peacemaker? Vigilante is locked in jail with the White Dragon!â You plead urgently. Vigilante is in real danger and all they care about is Peacemakerâs feelings.
âEconomos, can you get Vigilante out of the system before he screws us worse than we're already screwed?â
John sighs. âI donât even know this guyâs name.â
The four of them look at you.
You cross your arms. âI canât tell you his name.â
âGuess heâs gonna die in prison then -â
âLast name Chase. First name Adrian.â You blurt out his secret that youâve been holding deep in your chest. âBut you canât tell him I told you. He doesnât know I know.â
You crowd around Johnâs laptop as he pulls up Adrianâs file.Â
âWe shouldnât be looking at this,â you say as you stare intently at his mugshot - the mugshot youâre so well acquainted with. Youâd rather die than admit how many hours youâve spent sitting at your desk late at night, looking at his police record on your laptop.
And suddenly, itâs like youâre back in bed with him, as he stares breathlessly at the ceiling and you lie there naked on top of his bare chest, looking into his masked face, picturing that very same mugshot underneath it.
âGuess again,â Vigilante says. You can tell even under the mask that heâs grinning, enjoying your questioning.
âHmm⌠are you a doctor? Youâve stitched yourself up a lot.â
âYou think Iâm a doctor and live here?â
Vigilante watches as you make a show of pursing your lips thoughtfully. The warm afternoon sun streaks through the gaps in his blinds onto his bed. It makes it look like thereâs a golden halo around your messy bed hair. He tucks a small strand behind your ear as you walk your index and middle fingers along his chest and down his shoulder.Â
âMaybe a fireman with these big strong arms?â
He likes you when you let your walls down like this. Youâre almost downright playful when heâs satisfied you - a personality trait he still hasnât extricated from you outside these four walls.
âMan, I am so good at this secret identity thing if I can keep it a secret from a PI.â
You laugh. âI guess so.â
He didnât know that you had long known his real job. And his real name. Or that youâd trace your fingers over his face on your laptop screen as you tried to reconcile it with the masked killer who was content to let you into his bed but never his real life.
âWasnât he our busboy at Fennel Fields?â Adebayoâs question snaps you back to the present.Â
âCan you pull him out?â You ask John.
âItâs⌠done.â He says, with a final click of his keyboard. âLetâs just hope he hasnât done anything stupid. Yet.âÂ
Harcourt shrugs her leather jacket on. âIâll pick him up.â
Great - first he reveals to Peacemaker who he is and now Harcourt who heâs known for a hot minute is about to see his face too.Â
You frown. âHeâs gonna be really upset we know his identity.âÂ
âYou wanna come and soften the blow?â
âIâll drive.â
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Harcourt sits in the passenger seat of your car outside of the Evergreen Police Department. Youâve been sitting here quietly in the dark, staring at the front doors for almost an hour.
âSo whatâs your deal with Vigilante?â She asks, finally breaking the silence.
âI told you - I threw some contract work his way. Used him as a bodyguard from time to time when I needed the extra muscle.â
âAnd then what? Why did you call him an asshole?â
âBecause he can be an asshole.âÂ
âThat doesnât sound right. A psychopath maybe. But an asshole? I donât buy it.â
You keep your eyes focused on the police station door to hide your face. âHe doesnât mean to be an asshole.â You swallow with difficulty. âHe just has a code. Lots of quirky little rules he has to follow that makes it difficult for someone ordinary like me to be - I mean, to work with him.â
âLike not revealing his secret identity.â
Itâs not a question but you nod all the same.
âSo this is your first time seeing him without his mask?â
âThat he knows of.â Your forehead touches the cool glass window. Itâs like if you stare hard enough at the door heâll appear in one piece. âI had to do my background checks.â
The doors open and you see Adrian Chase in his cardigan and jeans walking out into the dark night, illuminated by the fluorescent streetlights.
Heâs alive.
You roll down your window and he stops dead. He stares at you in shock with his lips parted slightly - unsure whether you recognise him or not.
Harcourt stretches across your seat and calls to Adrian. âWeâre here to take you home. Get in.â
When he climbs into the back seat of your car you both turn in your seats. You breathe a sigh of relief seeing him up close - physically heâs unscathed.
âHeâs still aliveâŚâ He says. âIâm Adrian.â
âOkay,â Harcourt says simply.
âIâm glad youâre not hurt,â you tell him.
He looks up at both of you sadly over his wire-rimmed glasses. âI think I might have made things worse.â
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After you drop Harcourt off at her motel, Adrian gets into the passenger seat. You let him give directions to his apartment, even though you already know where he lives.
âThis is me,â he says when you pull up to his building and park in the spot youâve parked in on countless occasions.
âI know.â
âRight. Yeah, youâve been here.â
âA couple of times, yeahâŚâ
His stupid code. You could know where he lives but never see his face. And now you canât stop yourself from drinking him in - his slightly stubbly chin from his day spent in prison, the way his curly hair is all messed up. He groans heavily and leans his head back against the headrest. âIâm sorry,â he says quietly.
âThe guys know how you ended up in jail - they donât blame you.â He doesnât say anything. You search his face as he stares gloomily ahead. âWhat happened in there, V?â you ask.
âI tried to provoke Peacemakerâs dad into a fight. It worked at first - the Aryans took the bait but his dad saw right through it. I think Iâve fucked up the whole mission.â
So Vigilante went into a viper pit unarmed and provoked a bunch of nazis into fighting him.
Deep down, you know itâs fucked up to be attracted to someone capable of such violence but if youâre honest with yourself, itâs what drew you to him in the first place. You knew about the headlines before you met him. And the idea of him taking on a dangerous prison gang really shouldnât make your heart pound the way it is right now.
You take a deep, steadying breath. âYou donât have to be sorry about that.â
Youâve never touched his hair before but you want to stroke it and comfort him. Tell him that it wasnât his fault and itâll all be okay. But he interrupts your train of thought before you can reach your hand out.Â
âI meant Iâm sorry about us.â
Why is your first instinct to tell him that itâs no big deal that he broke your heart? Stupidly, you want to protect him from it - from the hurt he caused you. Comfort him, put his feelings before your own just because you can tell that right now he needs it.
But it is a big deal.Â
As soon as you remind yourself he couldnât trust you enough to let you in, it feels like your heart is shattering all over again, mourning what you could have had.
Trust.
âI told the team your name so they could bail you out,â you admit, desperate to get the fact that you betrayed him off your chest. âI was worried about you locked up in there.â
He turns his head to look at you properly for the first time all night. The streetlights are reflected in his dorky little glasses.
âYou knew my name?â He doesnât look betrayed - he just looks surprised. âHowâŚ?â
You lift your finger from the steering wheel to point at his apartment. âAnyone with your address could find out who you are. And your full name appears on my checking account when you cash the checks I write you.â
âSo you know⌠everything?â
âYup.â
His eyebrows knit together in a plea. âWhy didnât you tell me before?âÂ
âI wanted you to tell me. I wanted you to want me to know.â
âKnowing my secret identity would put you at risk.â
âThat bullshit and you know it, V. I donât need you to protect me.â
âYeah you do - thatâs why you had me come with you on jobs.â
âI can handle myself.â
âThen why did you hire me?â
âI was curious about the man behind the headlines, I guess. Then I nearly went broke trying to spend time with you. Do you honestly think I wanted to give you a cut of my contracts for months? â
He presses his palms into his eyes, pushing his glasses up out of the way and trying to make sense of it all.
âSo those jobs were just you finding a reason to hang out?â He drags his hands down his face.
âWell, not at first. But then we started sleeping together after jobs and I wanted to keep doing that.â
âI wouldâve wanted to be with you even without those jobs.â
âOh yeah? Youâd have taken me out on a date as Vigilante?â He opens his mouth to speak but closes it again - as if reconsidering whatever he was about to say. âAfter all that time you still didnât trust me enough to take off your mask. The last time we saw each other I practically begged you to show me who you are. Then Peacemaker comes back in town and you - what? Just rip off your mask and spill the beans without a second thought?â
âI was being tortured by Goff-â
âThe senator tortured you?â
âWell, the Butterfly who had taken over his body. But yeah. He - I mean she - ripped off my mask and tried to cut off my pinky toe. Peacemaker was just there.â
You feel sick thinking about him being tortured. Then you feel sick about feeling sick. Itâs not just normal empathy. You want revenge. But you know you shouldnât care this much. Not when youâve been broken up for so long.
âShit, V. Thatâs horrible.âÂ
âBesides, if I was gonna show someone my face it would have been you. Not Peacemaker.â He looks at you sadly. âI wish you hadnât left.âÂ
âAnd I wish you had given me a reason to stay, V. I deserved someone who could trust me. And you⌠you deserved someone you could be yourself with. We couldnât be that for each other.â
The hurt on your face is plain for him to see - thereâs no point trying to hide it.Â
âI do trust you. Itâs justâŚâ He hesitates. âYouâre the only person I know who thought I was cool.â
âAdrian⌠thatâs the stupidest thing Iâve ever heard.â
Adrian.
Itâs the first time youâve ever called him that and it makes Adrianâs heart leap. Like the two sides of him have finally met you. After all this time.
âItâs not. Everyone else who knows me as Adrian knows Iâm a loser. And I thought if I told you I was a busboy with no friends, youâd think that too.â
âYou have friends.â
âYeah, right.â
âThe guys in the video store? They were so worried about you in jail. They like you a lot.â He allows himself a small smile like he doesnât really believe it. âAnd IâŚâ You pause. How do you feel about Adrian? âI still think youâre cool.â
âYou do?â
He looks at you like he canât believe youâre actually saying the words he was afraid youâd never say.
âOf course I do. Youâre still the masked Vigilante of Evergreen. And Iâm just⌠ordinary.â
He scoffs in amazement. âYouâre not ordinary - youâre like the smartest person I know. And you donât need to hide behind a mask to do your job.Â
âIâm not that smart.â
âI mean, you found out more about the butterflies than the US government.â
You bite your lip, trying not to smile. âCan I tell you something? And you wonât tell the rest of the team?â
âYou can tell me anything.âÂ
âI didnât know what butterflies were until today.â He looks extremely confused so you press on. âI met John in a dark web chatroom when I was researching the missing gorilla. And I thought you guys were looking for it too.â
He laughs. A merciless side-splitting laugh that doesnât take your embarrassment into consideration at all. But it shows off his beautiful smile. And when you see it you canât stop yourself from joining in too. Itâs so ridiculous. You wanted to find the gorilla, and maybe get your PI business mentioned again in the local paper. Now youâve been roped into saving the world with a black ops team and Vigilante.
You both try to regain your composure and stare at each other, catching your breath. He shakes his head, grinning.
Christ, look at him.
âI sometimes wondered if you wouldnât remove your mask because you were just a bad kisser. I mean, I saw your mugshot so I already knew you were pretty.â You canât help but tell him. You know the grainy photo on his record like the back of your hand but in person, heâs frankly gorgeous.Â
âThanks, I know.â
You laugh again. âAnd modest.â
âYou think I fund being Vigilante on a busboy salary? I get a lot of tips.â
âIt all makes sense now. The only thing that doesnât make sense is why you donât have a girlfriend.â
âBecause she didnât want to wait around for an idiot who wouldnât even kiss her.â
You stare at each other in the shadowy silence for a few moments.Â
âItâs late, we should both get some rest.â
âWait, donât go.â His hand touches your thigh and it feels like thereâs an electric current buzzing between his hand and the fabric of your jeans. The atmosphere almost crackles, like lighting about to strike in the middle of a storm. Itâs the first time heâs touched you since you walked out on him six months ago and never went back. âItâs super late, you should crash at mine.â
âIf I come upstairs we both know whatâs going to happen.â
He tilts his head and you watch dimples form as the corners of his mouth turn into a mischievous smile. âThatâs kind of the idea.â
âA bad one. We need to work together.â
âWhen has fucking ever stopped us from completing a job?â
âIt hasnât. But when we stopped seeing each other⌠I was really cut up. I couldnât concentrate on work for a while. Itâs why I needed the reward for the gorilla so badly.â
âThen we just wonât stop this time.â
âAdrian⌠Iâve only just pulled myself together again. Iâm not sure itâs the right thing to do.â
He removes his hand from your leg to unclip his seatbelt.Â
âYouâre right. Iâm sorry.â Adrian gives you an apologetic look.Â
You stare at his lips. Theyâre just there. His whole face is out in the open. And now his lips, and the rest of him, are about to leave your car and you never know when youâll see him unmasked again. He opens the car door.
âWait -â
He turns back around in his seat.
âLet me find out if youâre a bad kisser. At least I can tell myself Iâm not missing out on anything if you are.â
âYouâre gonna be so madâŚâ He cups your face and brushes your cheekbone with his thumb. âIâm a really good kisser.â
You smile and his lips meet yours.Â
Itâs nothing like you imagined.
When you had sex it always felt urgent, even dangerous, getting into bed with a masked cape who was wanted for murder. More often than not he fucked you from behind, tugged fistfuls of your hair and slapped your ass.Â
But his kisses⌠his kisses are soft and slow. And good.
Youâre totally screwed.
He sucks your lip gently and then his tongue traces across yours. You urge yourself forward in the driverâs seat closer to him, bringing your hand up to cradle the nape of his neck and lace your hand in his soft hair.
Warmth spreads in your chest when he deepens the kiss. You secretly hoped heâd be like this when he was unmasked. Your hot and rough encounters were always fun but in your heart you always wanted him to want you like this. Deeply. Reverently.Â
You break apart and press your forehead against his with your eyes closed, feeling your heart hammering against your chest.
âWhatâs the verdict?â he asks.
You open your eyes to see his green ones searching yours from behind his glasses. He lets out a long, happy exhale when he hears your seatbelt unclick.
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Adrianâs bedroom is neat, clean, with framed vintage comic books on his walls and illuminated by a lava lamp on his bedside table. Details you remember from previous visits but barely register this time as you both burst through his bedroom door while he kisses you. Refusing to take his hands from your body, he kicks the door shut behind him forgetting about his injured foot. He regrets it immediately.
âFuck!â He pulls away and winces.
âCareful,â you soothe, shrugging your jacket off onto the floor and he lifts your shirt off. As soon as your skin is uncovered his mouth finds it. He drags his tongue across your collarbones and between your breasts, nudging the cup of your bra aside so he can find your nipple.
His warm mouth feels almost too good to be true as he sucks on the hard, pebbled skin and moves on to taste every inch of your exposed chest, his deft hands unhooking your bra and tossing it aside quickly.Â
The entire day could have been a crazy fever dream. Youâve gone from your heart sinking at the very sight of him to it fluttering like crazy as you lie back on his mattress so he can pull your jeans and underwear off.
âFuck, youâre so beautiful,â he says, sinking to his knees between your legs at the edge of the bed.
Even though youâre completely naked on his bed while heâs still dressed, you somehow feel less on display than he is right now without his mask. It feels taboo watching his jaw muscles tighten as he works his mouth all over your inner thighs. Thereâs something so controlled about the way he meticulously kisses the sensitive skin at the crux of your thigh that makes your lip quiver.Â
Youâve spent enough time around his quick reflexes to know Vigilante is going to be skilled at eating you out but sometimes, especially in the depths of your despair during your breakup, there was a niggling inkling at the back of your mind that the mask might just be a convenient excuse not to.Â
You had suspected, or maybe even hoped, when you hooked up that he had come really, really close to rolling up the bottom half of his mask and tasting you. More than once, you had caught a fleeting glimpse of him at odds with himself, his eyes behind his visor staring at your pussy and his neck muscles contracting as he swallowed thickly, strengthening his resolve and deciding to protect his own identity instead.
But tonight - finally - his tongue slides between your folds and you let out a low whine when the furnace-hot heat of his mouth besets itself over your clit.
Adrian groans when he tastes your arousal flooding his mouth. His hands cup under your ass as he pulls himself closer. You dare yourself to run your hand through his hair again, your fingernails lightly scratching his scalp. It still feels like it shouldnât be allowed but he doesnât seem to mind at all as his lips suck on your swollen clit.
âFuck, AdrianâŚâ His real name still sounds foreign on your lips, like you have to make a conscious effort to say it.Â
Adrian looks up at you over his glasses, his pupils wide in the dim violet light of the lava-lamp-lit room. He takes in your glowing face and chest as you lie propped up on your elbows, enjoying the sight of him on the floor between your legs.
His fingers knead the soft, pillowy flesh of your ass like he doesnât want to let you go anywhere ever again. And you donât want to. Fuck the mission. Canât you just stay here forever? In Adrianâs bedroom, panting while his tongue runs firm circles over your clit.
When you roll your hips in encouragement, he lets out a soft little moan sending vibrations over the bundle of nerves - it almost makes you dissolve right there and then.Â
âI canât believe I let you⌠fuck - let you get away with not doing this before,â you whimper. âSo - sâfucking good, V.â
âAdrian,â he says and the tiniest absence of friction when his tongue leaves your clit makes your fingers tighten in his hair, urging him to return to your aching pussy.
âAdrianadrianadrian,â you babble, scared that his lips will leave you again. No more V. No more Vigilante. Just Adrian. Here. Eating your pussy like itâs you whoâd been depriving him of this for months on end. Pleasure rises deep in your core like the tide getting ready to crash against the cliff face.
Your brain becomes fuzzy as increasingly desperate noises escape your throat - something strangled between a whine and his name. You squirm against his tongue as he relentlessly continues, determined to draw from you the orgasm that youâve been desperate for since he kissed you in the car and you realised his mouth would feel like heaven.
The pressure of his tongue against your soaking wet pussy makes you writhe in exhilaration. You barely notice his fingers digging harder into your skin as you arch your spine and throw your head back.
Your thigh muscles tense and relax, trembling on either side of his face. âAdrian, Iâm gonna - gonna cumâŚâ
Instead of responding, he sinks two fingers deep inside your cunt, giving you something to squeeze around as every muscle in your pelvis tightens. He curls his fingers slightly and itâs just enough to push you over the fucking edge.
The purplish glow of the room turns blinding white as waves, hot and wet, break over you and your body floods with ecstasy. Your whole lower body stiffens as your walls clench around his fingers and you grind your pussy against his mouth.
Fuck, youâve been missing out. You havenât been with anyone else the entire time youâve been apart and itâs like your body has been crying for exactly this moment without you realising how much you needed it. Needed his mouth on you.
The room comes into focus again gradually as Adrian gives you a last few slow, gentle kisses before sliding his fingers out of your still-twitching centre.
You breathe heavily and look at him kneeling on the floor.
He looks stupidly pleased with himself, the corner of his wet, glistening mouth upturned in a self-congratulatory smile at the way heâs taken you apart piece by piece. You canât help but giggle from endorphins buzzing through your body. It makes your abdomen hurt from all the tensing you were doing.Â
Adrian slaps the side of your ass and gets to his feet, undoing his belt buckle. âCâmon, bend over,â he grins.
You sit up, shake your head and smile. âNuh-uh, I wanna see your pretty face when you cum.â He blinks a couple of times dazedly. âDid you forget about your mask for a second?â
Adrian clears his throat. âUh...No?â
He so did.
âCâmere.â You hook your fingers through his belt loops and pull him closer. You kiss the light trail of hair covering his hard abdomen while your fingers work to undo his jeans and pull them down to release him from the confines of his boxers.
God, you missed it. He has a pretty face alright but his cock is fucking perfect.
Your cheeks grow hot feeling him so close. You grip his hard length and draw your tongue across the tip, tasting the salty bead of precum.Â
âTake your top off,â you say, looking up at him before running your tongue along his shaft, keeping eye contact.
He grips the hem of his t-shirt and pulls it off over his head. Seeing him in the purple glow, every contour of his sculpted abdomen illuminated sends burning heat to your pelvis. You never thought you were into muscular guys, not until you saw Vigilante take his suit off for the first time. Now youâre not sure if you could go back to anything else. Anyone else.Â
You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock but he interrupts you.
âI need to fuck you. Please.â
At this point, youâre so turned on itâs an offer you canât refuse. You release him and scoot back on the bed. He goes to crawl on top of you but flinches when his injured foot meets the mattress.
âYou okay?â
âYeah, I just need to - ah fuck.â
âItâs okay. Here, lie down. Let me go on top.â
He does so with relief and you swing your leg over his thighs.
âBetter?âÂ
âFuck yeah,â he says, looking at your naked figure sitting on top of him.
You reach into his bedside drawer where you know he keeps his condoms. Your fingers skirt over what you suspect are bags of candy until you find the corrugated square shape youâre looking for. You take it out and roll the condom on him.
âOkay, easy,â you say, positioning the head of his cock at your entrance. He throbs under the grip of your hand in anticipation. âDonât overexert yourself.â
âYou were totally cool with me over-exerting myself on the floor a second ago.â
âI was talking to myself,â you smirk. âItâs been a while.â
You ease yourself down onto his cock, feeling the beautiful stretch as you adjust to his size.Â
âShitâŚâ he breathes, clamping his hands down hard on your hips, forcing you to bottom out. His eyebrows knit together and he sighs through parted lips, feeling the way your walls stretch around him. He looks so beautiful - you canât stop looking at his lips.
You lean forward, planting your hands on either side of his head so you can lean down and kiss him. The taste of your juices registers on your tongue as his enters your mouth. You deepen the kiss and Adrian responds by jerking his hips up needily, pressing into your g-spot.
You moan and suck on his bottom lip, gently rolling it between your teeth as he pushes into the most sensitive part of your centre. Searing heat burns low in your belly, spreading to your thighs. You push yourself back up to ride him and grab his wrists, dragging them from your waist to grope at your chest.
âFuck, you look so hot riding my dick.â
âYeah? Rose-tinted visor isnât all itâs cracked up to be?â
Youâre teasing him but it seems to spur him on, as he squeezes your tits and jerks up into your bouncing hips. Every wet slap that meets your ears only increases your neediness for him. It burns brightly in your core, making you wetter and even more desperate for your next orgasm.
Every roll of your body sends his cock plunging into you, pushing against you at the perfect angle. God, he feels incredible. Your walls start to convulse around him, clamping down and gripping his cock as your second climax rears its head.
âAdrian, fuck, Iâm closeâŚâ you plead, frantically chasing your high, wildly gyrating and bouncing in time with his thrusts.
âSay it again.â
âFuck, Iâm gonna-â
âNo, say my name,â he says, through gritted teeth, his neck muscles tightening in the soft light.Â
His neck.
âFuck, Adrian.â You lunge forward and bite on his neck. He grabs handfuls of your ass, anchoring himself into you as he thrusts savagely upwards sending pleasure rocketing through you. Fuck heâs deep. So fucking deep.
His name leaves your lips over and over, broken and ragged as every jerk of his hip knocks the air out of your lungs. Bliss ignites and your cry of pleasure is muffled as you moan and run your tongue over his neck, smelling his aftershave mixed with his musky sweat. An explosion, more fierce than any grenade blast bursts through your centre as he pummels his cock with unparalleled force and precision, even as you squirm and shake, unable to keep moving your own hips in time with his.
With every ounce of strength you have you lean up on your arms to look at his face. His eyes are squeezed shut and his facial muscles contort as he sucks through his teeth.
âCum for me, Adrian,â you murmur sweetly in his ear and he opens his eyes, giving you a terminally helpless look as he slams his hips into your hot, wet cunt and you squeeze around him as tight as you can. With a final thrust, you feel his thighs tighten and his cock pulsing inside you as he cums.
You flatten your body back on top of his - the warm, damp sweat between your chests feels strangely pleasant. His fingers trace circles up your spine, gently tickling your back. Adrian turns his head to kiss you and you both lie for a moment, enjoying the feeling of his lips on yours.
After what feels like a long time of lying in quiet elation, you make yourself climb carefully off of him and roll over, resting back on his pillows.
âDonât go anywhere,â he says and you lie back watching him dispose of the condom, taking care not to put any pressure on his bandaged toe. He launches himself back on the bed with a thud making you bounce on the mattress. âGood, youâre still here,â he says, leaning on his elbow and looking down at you.
âWhere else would I be?â you laugh.
âWell⌠you usually leave right after. Except that one time I accidentally bought peanut M&Ms.â
You look at him apologetically. In fairness, the mask was hardly an invitation to spend the night - what was he going to do? Sleep in it? âDo you have peanut M&Ms?â
He nods to his bedside drawer and you open it to see that itâs stuffed with the little yellow bags.
âYou like peanut M&Ms now?â
He pulls a face. âNo way dude, theyâre so gross.â
âThen whyâŚ?â
âI guess I always hoped you might change your mind and come back. So I bought them whenever I thought about you.â
You look at the drawer - thereâs practically enough that Adrian could have made a trail of peanut M&Ms from your apartment across town to his. âYou would have made a really sweet boyfriend,â you sigh.
âWell, I mean⌠I still could,â he says in a would-be nonchalant type of way, pushing up his glasses with his finger and avoiding your gaze.
âYeah?â You werenât sure if heâd be open to picking up where you left off. But it feels right when it didnât before. Now you know him. Really know him.Â
He pulls his eyes up and meets your gaze with a smile. âIf you want me to?â
âIâd like that. A lot.â
âSweet,â he says with a wide smile, not bothering to hide how giddy he is.
You open the packet. âFor the record, Iâm not just staying because of the M&Ms this time.â
âI know.â
âAnd Iâm glad youâre on the team.â
He nods happily, watching you pop a few into your mouth. âHashtag me too.â
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Dr. Florence Seward x fem!reader
tags: Hurt/Comfort, Su!cide Attempt, Bruises, not specified whether romantic or platonic, psychologist/patient, Comfort, Selective Mutism, Dissociation, Asylum, Pet Names, author thinks this is boring
wc: ~ 3.6 k
summary: It's December 27th. Late at night, Dr. Seward gets a call from Bethlam Royal Hospital about a patient she's been seeing.
A/N: Big trigger warning! It's non-graphic but thematically quite heavy. Read at your own risk. I made an OC just because of the topic so that the reader maintains some distance.
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Spending Christmas alone was a pointless endeavour, as far as Florence was concerned, and so sheâd spent the holidays in her office, catching up on patient files by candlelight, since daylight was scarce in the depths of winter. In the corner of a new page of her notebook, she wrote down Dec. 27th with her fountain pen.
âDr. Seward?â the new secretaryâMr. Fletcherâknocked on the wooden frame after having already opened the door to her officeâas if it would annul the unseemly breach of decorum. For all of Renfieldâs eventual descent into vampirism, his manners had been flawless from the day he started working for her. She set the pen down on the paper with a sharp pointedness, raising her eyebrows at him.
He shrank and gathered his hands close to his chest as if blocking a bullet to his heart, tapping from one foot to the other in this unbearable habit before speaking.
âIt is way past my office hours, Fletcher. And yours, might I add. What is it?â
âA call came in. From Bethlam.â
She let go of the pen entirely and leaned back in her chair, keeping the heels of her hands against the edge of the table. âBethlam?â she said, puzzled. âAt this hour?â
After what Vanessa had told her about her treatment, sheâd begun looking into the place under the guise of a private research project on institutionalised patients that aimed to promote successful releases accompanied by outpatient care and had taken up a few hours there.
âYes. It concerns a Miss Harcourt in your care?â
Florence pushed up from her chair, drawing in a sharp breath through her nose. Elizabeth Harcourt; eighteen years old. Little Lizzyâsheâd come to think of her as even though she knew she shouldnât. âWhat about her?â
âThey wouldnât disclose it to me.â He pressed his thin lips shut right after speaking, making them almost disappear. She never understood what it was that made her so fearsome, but after her late husband, she preferred it this way. Perhaps sheâd gained an aura after that night that she wore like a military badge.
âGet them on the phone again, Fletcher!â she demanded and went straight to the liquor cabinet for a glass of whisky and a cigarette. Sheâd given up on quitting after Vanessaâs death. Bethlam calling at this hour couldnât mean anything good, and after how the last session had unfolded, her insides twisted.
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hi! iâd love it if you could write adrian chase/vigilante x reader(fem or gn if you prefer!) where they are quite hard faced and irritable with the other members of 11th Street Kids, but with Adrian they are quite soft and show they actually care for him, laugh at his awkwardness etc. basically a different person than the way they are with the others. ty!
im so good to y'all. i have genuinely no idea when this was sent to me but I'm back baby.
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"Fuck off," you said to Peacemaker.
Waller had promised that this was your last job. And you made sure she meant it. This was nothing more than community service. You did as little as possible with these shitheads. You sat in a van with Economos during missions, you never said a word unless absolutely necessary. You avoided Murn like the plague. You never accepted Harcourt's invitations to drinks. You always rejected Peacemaker's various advances (it's not like you would say yes in any other situation.) Even Adebayo, who was the most tolerable on the squad, always found a way to get on your nerves, usually with unwanted (but not unhelpful) advice. In spite of this, there was one person who just made your heart melt.
Sweet little Vigilante. So stupid, so blind and deaf and dumb. So sweet. Sure, he was a bit dopey. He had no brain-to-mouth filter whatsoever. He was extremely violent. He was a bit creepy. But you had a soft spot for him. There was something about his puppy dog eyes, or his dumbstruck smile that turned you into a gushy, weeping, puddle. He was just plain neat.
The others noticed, of course they did. You turned into this sweet, gushing mess around the idiot. You placed gentle hands on his cheeks, you listened to his god awful rants with a soft smile, you helped him with whatever he wanted.
Adrian didn't notice, obvious. He was oblivious to your gentleness towards him. In his heart, he knew he loved you but you were so scary. You were so mean to all the other agents, even Peacemaker! Despite this he tailed after you like a lost puppy, or an imprinted duckling. And you let him. If he ever gained the nerve to reach out to caress your arm, or your hand, or if he ever reached for your knives or your guns, you didn't push him away like you would have anyone else.
Maybe one day he'd realize how soft you truly were, maybe he'd ask you out. But for now, he'd secretly admire you, even blood-soaked, battered and beaten, and pretend you were nothing more than a favoured coworker.
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Why Is This So Surprising?
Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader
(With cameos from all of the 11th Street Kids)
Adrian Chase Masterlist
Prompt: The team sees a softer side to Adrian when his partner gets upset.
Warnings: Descriptions of something similar to a panic attack or autistic meltdown
A/N: So funny story this has actually been in my drafts for almost year and I forgot about it because I broke my phone the week I wrote it and got a new phone, but Iâm thinking of maybe ending my hiatus and coming back soon. In the meantime I have some old fics I never posted. College and my mental health got in the way and I never got to finish some old WIPs, but I think I might finally be ready to pick them back up again! Hope you enjoy! â¤ď¸đ§ââď¸â¤ď¸
You felt your breath catch in your throat as your lungs expand and contract trying to get air in. You were trying to forget about the mission you had just been on and you were having little success. You were able to push down your emotions on the car ride back to the old video store and you were currently staring at the piano, avoiding eye contact, in an effort to block out what Harcourt was saying. If you didnât hear the debriefing it couldnât be real, right? If you didnât hear how terrible the mission went, it just simply didnât happen. Sadly that wasnât true. You found it getting harder for you to breathe. You pushed yourself up from your chair, getting ready to walk upstairs to be by yourself for a minute when youâre stopped by Harcourt.
âWhere do you think youâre going? I didnât say you could leave. This is important.â She starts.
âI donât need a recap of this. Thanks.â You say, continuing upstairs, your voice cracking.
âHey, (L/N), we all did things we arenât proud of today-â
âYou didnât do what I did!â You yell at her. Suddenly the room starts spinning. It all just feels too real. You can feel everything and itâs too much. You hear a clock ticking, water rushing through pipes, feet slapping on the pavement outside, the click click clicking of heels, the electricity in the lights, the lights that just wonât stop flickering. You back up into a wall and slide down it, tears blocking your vision. You let a sob come out.
âWhat are we supposed to do?â Chris asks quietly, standing up and walking closer.
âI donât fucking know! Iâve never seen them like this!â Harcourt whisper yells. Adebayo stands up and walks over to you, the rest of the team crowding around. Theyâre making it harder to breathe until you start hyperventilating.
âWhat can we do for you?â She asks.
âYou guys can move the fuck over. Give them some space.â Adrian says, pushing his way through the crowd. âSomebody go get them some water.â He commands and John leaves the room to grab you a glass. âAre you pro touch or anti touch right now?â He asks, but you feel like youâre underwater. You feel like speaking is like moving through quicksand and you just canât manage it. Adrian slowly puts his hand out towards you, like a wounded animal. He tries to take your hand in his and at first a little jumpy, you let him. He puts your hand over his chest and takes deep exaggerated breaths. âFollow my breathing, okay? In and out.â He instructs you and you breathe together. âYouâre doing such a good job.â He praises. When your breathing becomes somewhat regulated Adrian moves so heâs sitting against the wall and youâre leaning against his chest. Heâs giving you the pressure you so desperately need, as he sways with you. He brings you back to this planet. Slowly, gravity starts to feel normal again. Now that you can breathe a steady stream of tears starts to flow. He wipes them occasionally as you lay with your ear to his chest, listening to his heartbeat drown out the other noises that were too loud. âIt wasnât your fault. You did your best. Youâre okay. Everything is okay.â He reminds you. John hands him the glass of water. âHere, (Y/N), drink this. You need to stay hydrated.â Adrian reminds you, as you take the glass of water. It feels cool against your throat which had previously felt like fire. âThank you.â Adrian says to John.
âYouâre welcome.â John responds. The rest of the team just stares. Theyâve been staring the whole time. You donât even notice the stares and neither does Adrian. Your minds are on more important matters. You completely forget theyâre there until they start to speak up.
âHow did you know what to do?â Harcourt asks.
âWhat do you mean?â Adrian answers her question with another question.
âWell we didnât even know what to do and you say you donât have emotions.â John comments.
âI say I donât have emotions like other people. That doesnât mean I donât have emotions. I just have them differently.â He clarifies.
âWell you clearly donât know what to do when Iâm crying.â Chris starts. He then clears his throat. âI mean if I had cried you wouldnât know what to do. Because I never cry! Crying is for babies!â He adds. Adebayo gives him a look and Harcourt slaps him on the arm.
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?!â Harcourt whisper yells. You donât take offense to his comment. You know he has masculinity issues.
âFirst of all crying is healthy. Itâs a fundamental part of human nature. Second of all theyâre my partner. Weâve slept in the same bed for over a year. Iâd think Iâd know how to take care of them. Why is this so surprising?â Adrian roles his eyes at the others while they shrug. Everyone has something to say, but they just decide to keep their mouths shut. As the tears start to slow, you shift in his arms, getting more comfortable. You donât realize how tired you are until your eyes start to get heavy after youâve made it to a comfortable position. You look up at him with pleading eyes.
âCan we go home now?â You ask.
âOf course, Babe.â He says, planting a kiss on the top of your head. Adrian moves you off of his lap, stands, and reaches out a hand for you to lift yourself up with. The others wish you well as you collect your things to go home.
â(Y/N), you donât have to come in tomorrow. Get some restâŚand ChaseâŚIâm sorry we underestimated you.â Harcourt tells the both of you. You canât see your boyfriendâs goofy smile in the dark of the night outside the video store, but you can hear it in his voice as he thanks Harcourt and bids his goodbye. When you get home Adrian puts you in his softest t-shirt and you climb into bed. He pulls you to lay on him and you donât object. You enjoy the feeling of his chest rising and falling and the sound of his heartbeat. You like that you can hear it better now that his suit is off. Itâs comforting. Heâs comforting.
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I Wonât Say Iâm In Love - Part One
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Joanne Harcourt x Male Reader
F/N L/N is a student in the Sapphire Owl house at Weston College. For some reason, he keeps running into a Scarlet Fox student in his day to day activities. Intrigued, he tries to learn more about him.
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Compared to other students at Weston College, you were rather neutral when it came to students from other houses. Of course, you were loyal to Sapphire Owl during sports events and exams. However that didnât seem to matter when it came to your hobby: proofreading.Â
In your freetime, you discreetly accepted drafts for essays and research papers from assorted underclassmen. You, well-known for being a well-read literature enthusiast, would do your best to give them revisions. Humbly, you accepted small gifts in return. Extra pencils, saved biscuits, clips, extra notebook papers, you name it. It wasnât that you charged them, it had just become a custom amongst your more frequent clientele.Â
You interacted as infrequently and as inconspicuous as possible, even though your friends found your hobby hilarious. Nobody liked a boy who was too friendly with other houses.
However, some things just canât be helped. It started as a passing glance in the hallways. He took you by surprise, what with how his eyes were fiery amber and his hair the color of meringue. In your eyes, no one could be more beautiful than that. You reminded yourself that you only admired him, nothing more.
But your fascination grew. Absentmindedly studying his face from across the library and catching him doing the same. You noticed how he sat, walked, and studied alone.
Late one afternoon, you found him browsing the same aisle as you. His hair curtained his face, a small cluster of books in his hands. He saw you out of the corner of his eye and quickly averted his attention to one of the books he had been previously scrutinizing. You noticed the book was one you had been interested in too. Darn.
As aloofly as you could, you made your way over to the boy and the object of your desire. He turned to you, confused as to why you were so close all of a sudden.
âAre you going to read it?â you whispered, reaching for the book. You took it off the shelf and held it loosely in your hands between the both of you.
He sighed, staring down at the novel.
âI donât know. I have so many other books Iâm reading, I donât want my bedside to become a library of its own.â he replied, almost with disappointment.
You laughed quietly at his response.
âIn that case would you care if I borrowed it first? Iâll try and read it as fast as possible so I can get it back on the shelf for you.â you offered.
He looked at the book one more time, then looked at the⌠quite honest looking face you had. He nudged the book back to you, nodding.
âItâs alright. I donât need it today or anything.â he whispered, turning to leave the aisle. You pulled the book to your chest and reached out to gently grab his shoulder.
âWhatâs your name?â you asked. â I see you all around.â
He flinched at your touch, looking at you with a slight rosy tint to his cheeks.
âJoanne Harcourt, second year.â he answered.
âIâm F/N L/N, a ___ year.â you stated in return, your hand falling to your side.
He gave you a shy smile.
âIâll make sure I remember.â he said, and scurried off.
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This is my first fanfiction! It will be strictly fluffy and not very romantic (i imagine its hard being gay in an 1889 public school). I tried to keep this chapter short, almost like a pilot đş Part 2:
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I just know she'd combust if found in a conversation that lasts longer than 5' with them
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