Anasthasia💕

In a place like Evergreen, you’d never feel scared when you forgot to lock your window. Your neighborhood consisted mostly of older people, and you knew each one closest to you. You felt confident they would look after you if you really needed them to, just as you would for them. It wasn’t a big deal.

Adrian Chase is an odd and goofy busboy. You happen to have a soft spot for those kinds of guys. So when he stares at you too long, you just smile and blush. The two of you had a good relationship at work. Lunch breaks would often be spent together, alternating between your fun facts about shows or whatever your newest obsession was and his sometimes incorrect animal facts. You were indulgent with him, quizzing him without annoyance, just amusement. 

It was when you asked him one night if he could drop you off home after work that you first noticed something weird. Your car wouldn’t start that morning, so you’d walked to work. However, you weren’t so dumb as to walk all the way home in the dark. He obliged with that excited smile and put on an album that his best friend introduced him to. You were chatting happily before you realized you forgot to tell him about the upcoming turn, but to your surprise, he went the right way. 

“Oh, how did you know to go left?” You ask with a worried brow. Your grip on your seatbelt grows tighter as you watch him closely. 

Adrian looks at you with wide eyes and opens his mouth before clamping it shut. Something seems to click as the corner of his mouth quirks and he tilts his head before facing the road again. The natural playful lilt in his tone feels a bit off as he says, “You told me about how you hate going anywhere during the school zone by your house—that school right there. Remember?”

Your nerves are set at ease as you give a little laugh, “Right, I forgot about that. It’s always so damn busy.”

His hearty laugh that seems to start all the way from his chest fills the car. Your cheeks warm, and your stomach stirs at the sound. The streetlights glint off his glasses as he opens the door for you and escorts you to your front door. 

You meet his eyes—the same ones that are always boring directly into yours. His unbroken eye contact had intimidated you when you first met. He’s just so intense in everything he does. Now, it feels sweet. He listens intently and focuses on each word that leaves your lips with unbridled passion. It’s as if everything you say is important. 

“Well, I should probably get ready for bed. Gotta make sure my car is working tomorrow morning.” You tell him as you awkwardly swing your bag. Part of you wants to ask him to come in and keep up the chatting and laughter.

“I can give you my number!” Adrian fumbles with his back pocket to fish out his phone. He grins and waves it around. “If it isn’t working, can I pick you up?”

“That—that would be amazing! Yeah!” Your voice comes out higher than you expected. If he had called it out, you would have melted into a puddle of shame—that, or spontaneously burst into flames. Either way, you would be embarrassed. 

You exchange your numbers and say goodnight. He lingers with a goofy smile before he is blocked from your view by the door. You can hear some weird shuffling from the other side before you do your nightly routine. 

In the morning you check your car to see if it will start. When you turn the ignition, it doesn’t even attempt to rev up. There’s nothing. After trying several times, you give up. You text Adrian and tell him about this revelation, and he promptly replies that he will pick you up for work later in the day. 

Your job at the restaurant doesn’t pay that well. The only reason you have the house you do is because you’d inherited it from your grandparents. After you finish your morning ritual, you sit down to look up the problem with your car. There is something off about your desk. You aren’t insanely meticulous about your stuff being organized and in place, but you live alone. Anything you put down should be exactly the same when you come back. 

The laptop on your desk is plugged in when you’re positive you hadn’t done that. You open it to see it on the desktop; there’s nothing different. You’re confused, but you write it off as being forgetful. 

Your car is out of commission for the next few days before you can find someone willing to come take a look at it in two days. The groceries are running low, and you don’t want to take advantage of Adrian’s kindness and ask him to drive you to the store. So, when you step into Adrian’s Sebring, you tell him how you found someone to look at your car. 

“That’s, uh, great! Yeah, great!” Adrian cheers, but his lips aren’t turned up, and his pretty teeth aren’t on display. You’re about to ask him if he’s okay when he quickly changes the subject. “I saw an owl last night! It was one of those great horned owls. Swooped right over me!”

This morning you check your car like you have since it stopped working. To your surprise it attempts to rev up this time, but it still doesn’t start. After the third try, it starts up. The dash blinks at you like a warning, and you don’t even change out of your pajamas before grabbing your bag and heading to the nearest car shop. You’ve got it fixed up and shopped for groceries by that afternoon. 

When you get home, you text Adrian that he won’t have to pick you up on Monday. He doesn’t respond for a while, and all he replies with is a smile and thumbs-up emoji. You try not to think too much into it. 

Adrian heard your car in the driveway when you returned home. He’d stopped by your house once before he’d started driving you to and from work. It was out of curiosity. You are so nice to him that he wasn’t able to help it. He had to see where you lived and make sure it was a safe area. If he needed to, he could stay close by when he did his nightly patrols as Vigilante. He never went in. No, he hadn’t crossed that boundary then. 

You had so sweetly asked him to drive you home, though. That changed things. Sure, the two of you talked at work, but you didn’t know him. Not really. Yet you asked him to get you home! You put your safety in his hands. It was absolutely ridiculous. If you had asked anyone else, he would have died. You couldn’t be trusted with your own safety. Not anymore. 

It had started as just a quick glance through your home to make sure everything looked fine. He had lingered by your open bedroom door as you slept. You looked so peaceful and serene, like an angel. Everything had been locked, which made him feel better. It was easy for him to lockpick the door, though. He wondered if maybe he should look into lock brands for you. Your laptop wasn’t locked when he opened it, much to his annoyance. He fished through a bit, trying to reassure himself it was all for your safety. You were naive after all! What if you were being unsafe online?

He would stick around after bringing you home. The tree beside your house provided enough cover from your neighbors. For older people, they weren’t as nosy as he expected. He was a bit disappointed that they likely wouldn’t notice someone suspicious hanging around your home. 

When you told him that you found someone to take a look at your car, he realized his time was up. He had been enjoying having you so close, all to himself. He loved touching the soft fabric of the long sleeve you wore under your uniform shirt and brushing your hair from your shoulder when he opened the door for you. That night, he sneakily put back the part he had taken from your car that first night he brought you home. 

He had stopped by your house in the morning to see if it would start up for you this time; when it did, and you rushed off in a hurry, he took the opportunity of the empty house. He checked all of the windows to make sure you hadn’t slipped up and left an easy entry. To his dismay, the back window was not only unlocked but also partially opened! It was absolutely ridiculous.

You had a stack of sticky notes inside that he nabbed up and quickly went to work at admonishing your reckless behavior. By the time he was done, there were a few notes all around. Your door was unlocked, so the sticky note above the handle was particularly scathing. It hadn’t taken him long, so he found himself perusing your home a little longer. He tried to find some excuse for it, but he didn’t really have one. 

When you finish loading your groceries, you go to lock your front door. A sticky note lays there in wait. It is one of the garishly neon ones you’d gotten on sale. In big and messy writing is, “This is really dumb! Everyone knows to lock their door! You’re too pretty to be so stupid.”

Your heart drops to your feet; someone has been in your house. They had been there long enough to write you a note. You don’t know what to do. There is no one in this town that you can go to—except for maybe one person. He is obviously dependable to be there for you; he was when you needed him before. 

With a sick feeling in your stomach, you fumble with your phone and type fast. You don’t care about the typos or extra characters as your heart thumps in your chest. Your breath is catching as you look over your shoulder and rush to all the entry points in your house. 

You consider if all of these notes would be enough to get police involved. Something tells you they won't do anything about it. There are too many stories you've heard that dissuade you from typing the numbers in your phone. 

As you are closing in on the last few windows, your phone dings. A flash of neon almost stops your racing heart in its tracks. The knife you had picked up on the way is heavy in your hand as you look at the note. “Leaving your window open? I’m disappointed.”

You suck your lips in and almost start crying. The message on your phone is simple: “On my way! Be careful!”

Your eyes track around, dreading the catch of more neon slips. There is one more you find just in the periphery of your vision. The pink blares a warning at you from next to the fire alarm, the one you’d taken the dead batteries from and forgotten to replace. “The beeping is to keep you from burning! Replace them!”

“Oh my god,” you let slip from your lips. The tears finally come, and you just want to lie down and forget about everything. 

The doorbell rings and you rush to it. You’re about to open it like usual without a glance out the peephole, but the ominous notes have gotten to you. From the little window you can see familiar glasses. You open the door and let the knife in your hands clatter as you launch yourself into Adrian’s arms. He’s surprisingly strong, and his arms feel grounding. 

“Are you okay?” Adrian questions. 

You shake your head and grumble into him, “Not really.”

Adrian releases you and eases you into the house. He glances between the notes and your teary face. He hadn’t really considered how you might react to them. He's certainly not upset that you reached out to him. Maybe now would be a good time to teach you a lesson.

“You know, maybe we should go look at getting you better locks? Might make you feel safer?” Adrian tries to push. He’s trying to be nonchalant, but it’s never been his specialty. Lucky for him, you’re much too distracted to see his stilted movements and unintentional grimace as he realizes you didn’t shut the window all the way before locking it. 

“Uh—I don’t know. I don’t know what to do,” you admit. You’re still glancing around wildly as if someone is about to jump at you from the shadows. “Maybe I should get a motel for the night… at least until I figure out what to do.”

Adrian almost drops the knife he had picked up from the ground to put away. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. A single woman staying at a cheap motel—alone—after having a break-in? When he is right there? He is offended by the suggestion. Why couldn’t you just ask him to stay with you? He’s proven himself trustworthy all those times he drove you home. 

“I don’t know… Which one? Maybe we should make sure they’re safe before you go doing that.”

“Safe? Why wouldn’t it be safe?” you question. He blinks at you as if you had suddenly spoken an alien language. You realize too late what he was implying, though you had never had problems traveling on your own before. “Because I’d be alone… right. Yeah.”

You’re chewing on your lip anxiously as Adrian double-checks all the entrances and exits to your house. He makes a point of shutting the window the rest of the way. You decide to go with him to get new locks, and he suggests a few other safety measures you could take. He forces the batteries for the fire alarm into the cart while he’s there. When the two of you return, you feel a weight still on your chest. 

“Could you stay with me tonight?” You ask him shyly. “I mean—I just don’t feel completely safe just yet. I don’t want to be alone.”

“Uh, yeah! Obviously!” Adrian says as if he’d been waiting for you to ask the entire time—which he had. 

The rest of the night goes pretty smoothly as the two of you watch movies and he cooks you dinner. It isn’t fancy, not one bit, but it’s enjoyable. You watch him work and admire his expressive features. You can see everything he feels on his face. It’s one of the first things that drew you further into him. You would be lying if you said you didn’t have feelings developing.

He moves as if he’s in two-times speed, a little jerky and fast-paced. Your mind wanders a bit as you think about where else that erratic and intense behavior could translate to. He seems so airy, and he always looks to you for approval with everything he does. Those green eyes look at you wide and hopeful, like the only thing that matters is pleasing you. Does that mean he would be on the submissive side? You’re not so sure. 

As you’re watching a movie, Adrian has you leaning up against him. When you first met him, you assumed he didn’t like touch, and you know he still usually doesn’t. If he can touch you over clothes, though, he lets his hands linger. The first time you wore a long sleeve around him, he laid his large hand on your forearm. His skin only touched the soft material, but he could feel your warmth through it. After that, you wore them often so he would hold your arms to him while he talked to you. It felt as if he was afraid you might suddenly slip away. 

Adrian shifts so you can lie on the pillow in his lap. You watch him as his eyes are locked on the screen. His brows are knit, and his glasses have slipped down a bit. You play with the sleeve of his rugby shirt, aching to touch his hand. Your mind isn’t on the movie. 

After the day’s events, you feel weird. It’s like there is excess adrenaline rushing through your veins, and it just can’t escape. Adrian has been so sweet taking care of you and agreeing to stay over for the night. You really just want to kiss that stupid smile off his face. 

You have never been great at reading signs, and Adrian makes it even more difficult. You genuinely don’t know if he is into you or is just being… him. Soon after you started working at Fennel Fields, you walked into a conversation between Adrian and one of your other coworkers. It was a lanky and awkward teenage boy who didn’t stay very long. When you’d walked up to them, you asked what they were talking about; the boy had flushed entirely red and started trying to make something up. Adrian had simply looked at you and explained, “We were talking about how you have a nice butt.”

That moment was when you realized Adrian was going to completely turn your life over. He was attractive in the way you loved, and he was so brutally honest that sometimes it felt too much. Still, the way he would say things like that never felt like an actual compliment. He said it so deadpan, as if all it was was a simple fact. It didn’t feel flirty in the least. 

You hadn’t realized you’d been staring the entire time, not once looking at the screen to notice that the movie had ended. Adrian’s eyes look down to meet yours, and he just stares. It’s that detached look, like he’s analyzing you, the one that makes you wish his usual expressive face would tell you what he was thinking. His eyes dip to your lips, and he says, “You have sexy lips.”

This proclamation is in that same realm of something that should be flirting. It just sounds so plain through his tone that you can’t tell his motive. Normally you’re left flustered and just squeak out a thanks. Your heart is thumping in your chest, and your cunt aches. How long has it been since you’d been with someone?

“You have sexy lips too,” you breathe out. Your lids are heavy as you gaze up at him, focusing on the surprise painting his face. He blinks at you before a bright smile lights it up. It’s like staring at the sun, so blinding and beautiful.

“Really? You think so?” he questions. He shifts a bit to get a better look at you as he practically vibrates from the compliment. “Nobody has ever said that! I mean, even if they had—coming from you? Way be—”

You place a hand on his chest as you rise from your position to face him properly. You’re gathering your nerves before interrupting him with, “Can I kiss you?”

Your sentence stops him dead in his tracks. His eyes drop to your lips before meeting your eyes again. For once, he seems speechless. You think he’s about to back out, stumble out some excuse that what he said wasn’t meant the way you thought it might be, but you’re pushed back. Adrian launches into you and locks his lips to yours. He braces one arm on the back of the sofa and the other on the cushion below you, locking you between him and the sofa. It’s messy; all lips and teeth. 

Your fingers are scraping through his curls, tugging him as close as physically possible. He mutters things into your mouth. It’s mostly incomprehensible slurred words that don’t make sense to you. Sometimes you can make out a few sentences like “waited so long” or “softer than I thought.” 

When you start to move a hand up his shirt and splay a hand on his warm skin, he pulls back. His glasses are askew, and his curls are mussed. He breathes heavily with his kiss-bruised lips parted as he gapes down at you. His jeans feel tight, and his clothes feel itchy against his overheating skin. If he wasn’t so overwhelmed, he might have stopped to watch how pretty you look beneath him. Your chest is heaving, and you look at him so sweetly through your lashes. All you’ve done is kissed, and yet you look so ruined. 

You almost let out a whine from his pause, but it stops in your throat when he rips off his shirt. He grumbles about the feeling of it. He recaptures your lips and pulls your hips up to grind into his. You can feel the material of his jeans scrape through the thin fabric of your pants. A moan passes from your lips into his. 

He doesn’t seem to mind your skin touching his right now; if anything, he’s begging for it. His free hand drags yours to his bare torso, encouraging you to touch. You would never have expected him to be so toned and athletic. His baggy shirts concealed what was underneath almost too well. 

“Bedroom? Can I—" Adrian whines suddenly as you rub your hand over his groin. “Please, can I take you to your bedroom?” 

“Please, I want you so bad,” you respond. You’re not even sure if you answered what he was asking. It doesn’t matter as long as he keeps touching you. 

You’re in his strong arms before you can catch up. He’s moved his open-mouthed kisses to your neck that you left bare for him. He barely watches where he’s going as he sucks and licks at your skin. He drops you onto your bed, and he begins kicking off his jeans. You take the opportunity to remove your own clothes. If he didn’t look at you so hungrily, you might be embarrassed by the simple and unattractive underwear you were wearing. It’s not like it will stay on for long. 

Adrian tucks his hands under your thighs and lifts your body enough to shove you up the bed until you’re resting on a pillow. If you weren’t already sopping wet, you would be now. The plain underwear you’re wearing is wet, something Adrian is sure to point out as he rubs you through the thin cloth. He grins, “They’re pretty much see-through now.”

You’re about to grumble at him, but your words are stopped short. He uses a finger to pull the cloth aside and blow cool air at your exposed cunt. You almost jump out of your skin, giving him ample opportunity to peel the flimsy fabric from you. He immediately dives in to lick at you. It’s just as messy and chaotic as his kiss, but any lack of fine skill is made up for in his enthusiasm. You lift up to meet his mouth as he buries himself in you. He wraps your legs around his neck and uses one arm to reach your breasts. He grunts when he finds your bra as a barrier. The vibration sends a shockwave through you, and your fingers move to tug at his curls. You fumble to undo your bra. You’ve just gotten it off when his searching hands grope your freed breasts. A moan tears through you as he tugs roughly at a nipple, the shock echoing through your body all the way to your clit that is being sucked and nibbled on. 

“Fuck!” You choke on the word as you ride Adrian’s face through the rushing orgasm. He doesn’t let up until your body stops jerking. Part of you wonders if you haven’t suffocated him when you’ve come down. He’s silent and still locked between your legs. His eyes are screwed shut, glasses still half on his face. When you can finally breathe again, you look and see him breathing heavily. 

“Give me a second. I almost came,” he admits. He lets his eyes meet yours, and you feel a spark of pleasure tug at your abused clit at the sight of him. A goofy grin is on his face as if he hadn’t just eaten you out. His face is shiny and wet, but he doesn’t seem to care. “That was so hot. I could do that forever, like I could live between your legs. Do you think that could work?”

A laugh bubbles from your throat, and you throw your head back in exasperation. You’re still so wired and needy that you don’t even try to give him a proper response. You sit up and caress his cheek, leaving a kiss on his forehead. His hips jerk at your touch, and he whines, “I need to fuck you. Can I fuck you?” 

“Please,” you beg. He moves fast and tries to get out of his underwear by balancing on your bed. He almost falls when he hears your giggle. He looks up at you with a furrowed brow and a frown, like you were making fun of him. You shake your head and point to the socks that he still has on. “Sorry, I just saw you were still wearing socks. You made me cum with socks on.”

A lopsided grin lightens his face, and he laughs too. He finishes removing his underwear and starts working on the socks. He holds one up and looks at you so sincerely, “Yeah, and these are my new lucky pair.”

Adrian crawls toward you, both of you wearing playful smiles. He kisses you again, a little less rushed this time. One of your hands grips his neck while the other grabs at his ass to bring his hips closer. You squeeze the flesh there, and his hips buck. Words continue to stream from his lips, nonsensical and slurred. He grips himself and pumps his cock before breaking from your kiss. Your eyes meet his cock, and you’re mesmerized. It’s slim but long. He swipes a thumb over the weeping tip, and you’re grabbing his hand to stick it in your mouth. You suck and lick at his thumb while making eye contact. He throws his head back and groans. You’re satisfied by the reaction. Your lids are low while you admire his long neck and the way his Adam's apple bobs. Your voice is lower than usual as you ask, “Do you have a condom?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Adrian begrudgingly parts from you to grab the condom from his wallet. He makes it back to you in record time. He slides it on and pumps his cock again. You wrap a leg around his waist to urge him closer. He drags his cock through your folds, coating it in your slick. He moans before leaning over you and pushing it in. The head pushes into you slowly as he kisses you again. You're both breathing heavily by the time he is halfway in. He’s panting into your neck while you grasp at his shoulder and tug his curls. His teeth nip at your skin and latch on when he bottoms out. A wrecked moan wracks through both of you. 

Words of praise and compliments slip through Adrian’s lips so fast you can’t make most of them out. He gives an experimental thrust that has you gasping for more. There’s no need for instruction; his hips start moving fast and hard. He whines, “I can’t go slow. I need you so bad. You’re so good—I don’t usually do this.”

You’re not sure what part he’s referring to. You don’t even care, not really. All you care about is the feeling of him inside you and his breath on your skin. His thumb finds your clit, sending a shockwave through you. The abused thing sends you over the edge, and you cry into Adrian’s shoulder as you arch into him. He makes a strangled noise before his hips go into overdrive. He’s pounding into you as you ride out the rippling orgasm. His thrusts become jagged and sharp before he finally sinks into you with the most beautiful sound you've ever heard coming from his throat. He makes a contented laugh as he practically drops himself onto you. 

Both of you take a few seconds before moving. Adrian takes off the condom and throws it away before grabbing a wet washcloth from your bathroom and cleaning up the sticky mess you made. He tosses it in your laundry basket and collapses next to you.

You’re playing with his curls when he hums, “You know, you should get a lock on your gate. You probably want to move your trash cans too; it makes it easy to get in and out of your backyard. Oh, and that panel by the tree? Needs to be fixed. A small person could fit through there.”

Your fingers stop in their tracks as you look at him. He's blissed out with a dopey smile on his face. His glasses are smudged, and his eyes are on the ceiling. You scoot back a bit and lift onto your elbow. Your eyes are wide, and your nerves that were finally sated are wild again. You asked in a hurried voice, “How do you know that stuff?”

“ dammit..” he groans, his head falling back and he lets himself fall back against the couch next to Chris. He stares at the bouquet in pure disappointment, angry it at for his own lack of bow tying talent. He’s sure that if he was doing this for any other reason the bow wouldn’t be that bad, but it’s for you, and his nerves and killing him.

Chris leans over to touch the bow, running his finger over the fabric and adrian tilts his head to look at his friend in wonder. “It’s… bad, but she probably won’t care that much dude, just give it to-“ 

“Shhh!” Adrian is quick to slap a hand over chris’s mouth, to which Chris slaps it away. It’s not like you aren’t aware Adrian is.. interested in you. You definitely know, it’s just Adrian wants this to be a surprise, the flowers, the sweets, the letter. All of it. 

Chris groans and shakes his head “ you got it bad.. but still the bow doesn’t even matter, she doesn’t give a fuck dude” 

“About me? Or the bow?”

“ the bow man”

“ oh okay!” Adrian shrugs and hardly listens to Chris’s words, the bow matters to Adrian. And you probably care to, your so sweet! It’s not a surprise Adrian became so interested in you, your so nice, and strong, and hot- 

“ do girls like puppies?” Adrian randomly asks, and Chris is so suprised, but he just sighs and closes his eyes, taking a breathe 

“Adrian.. everyone like puppies..” 

Adrian just hums and slowly nods his head “ should I get her a puppy?” He says it like it’s so simple, like it’s just a silly gift.

Chris is baffled, and just scoffs “ no dude! She’s too busy for a puppy!” He says his voice raising in pure disbelief at his friends genuine gift idea. 

“ but you said everyone likes puppies!” Adrian screeches back, already scrolling on his phone at the nearest shelters cutest contestants. 

“ just because people like it doesn’t mean they’re fit for it! Dude… your so weird, go take her to pet puppies! Not get one!” 

Adrian is about to retaliate but he tracks back to what Chris said, and raises a eyebrow and looks at him in wonder “… pet puppies?” He thinks for a second and nods, a bright smile on his face as he skips away to a different room in hq.

“Adssss!” He calls out as he comes to a halt, pausing and all color leaves his face when he stops in the room. Adebayo is there, yeah but… 

“ oh hi Adrian!” You smile looking up from the board game, uno is spread thru out the table in card groups, harcourt is sitting there hardly paying attention with a beer next to her cards, adebayo there as well, focused on her next choice of cards, but she heard her name and looks up at Adrian with a nod, and him, gesturing for him to continue 

Adrian looks at you, sat between ads and eagly,smiling up at him, in Spider-Man pajama pants and a white shirt, looking as kind as ever.

“Oh… hi.” He tries to say nonchalantly, clearing his throat and offering a wave with a smile, acting like he wasn’t just planning a date with you. Adrian turns to ads and waves her over, quickly ushering her to a different room.

ads shakes her head and gives you her cards “ beat harcourt for me..” she mumbles as she stands and walks over to where Adrian is 

“Now I have more cards how am I gonna win-“ you try to reason, looking between ads and harcourt who just shrugs, while Adrian watches with a small smile, side by side with adebayo.

“ what Adrian?” Adebayo sighs when they make it far enough from them. 

Adrian looks around, making sure no one’s there, and then back at her “ ads! is it true girls like puppies?” He says frantically 

Ads is starstruck for a moment and just sighs after abit 

“ why..? Is this about y/n-“

 “Shhh!!!” 

“ we’re the only people here Adrian!”

“ still! Is it true or not?” Adrian huffs, his tone doesn’t have any actual anger, but he just wants the answer so he can schedule something with you as soon as possible. 

“ I mean… I know she likes puppies- but also cats so it doesn’t really matter..” ads mumbles, looking at the door just waiting to leave and beat you in uno. 

Adrian smiles brightly and nods his head “ really?” 

“ really.”

“ okay great!” immediately getting his phone out, before he realizes he has absolutely no clue where a shelter that would let you do that is, atleast in evergreen. Adebayo realizes this is her shot to leave, but she has a fun idea, so she walks out without a word, and when Adrian turns to thank her, she’s already gone, but someone else is there. 

“ Adrian?” You asked, your tone smooth, but sweet, how Adrian liked so much.  You stand in the doorway, one hand still on the door, leaning just a bit.  A calm but intrigued look on your face, curious about whatever’s going on, but still.. you have that sickly cute smile, and he doesn’t know why he likes it so much 

Adrian immediately perks up with a smile as he turns to you, the sweetest love sick look on his face. It makes your heart sting, in a good way. God, it’s so obvious how he feels “oh. Hi!” He says brightly leaning against a table awkwardly. “ do you need um something?” He said almost slipping as his hand loses its grip on the door. 

You raise an eyebrow at his behavior and look around, before smiling. “ well no.. but are you alright? You look.. nervous.” 

Adrian quickly scoffs, his face having a look that was trying to show he had no idea what you meant. “ me? Nervous! Pffft please, of course not!” He giggled before he dropped to a whisper “ why.. do I look like.. really nervous..?” He says and his tone is obviously nervous, and his smile widens when he sees you giggle.

“ a little bit yeah…” you shrugged, crossing your arms over your chest. and he sighed, which made you smile, and that makes him let out a lovesick sigh. 

“ oh.. well, sorry about that” he mumbles and leans off the doorway “ anyway, hey um! I was wondering do you wanna go… pet.. puppies?” He says, and his tone isn’t very nervous, it’s just stiff, which is weird from him.  He probably just knows it sounds really stupid..

“ are you…asking me on a date, Adrian?” You asked, your voice a bit sceptical, just trying to make sure you got his message right. 

Adrian immediately straightens himself and shrugs, blowing raspberries with a scoff. “ what? No! Of course not haha.. well, I mean unless you want it to be a date that’s like.. great to! I mean I’d love to go on a date with you! Your like super hot and- but I mean we could just be hanging out you know, whatever…”  he rambles, shrugging his shoulders and looking at your thru his glasses. 

Your smile widens with every word, from a small sceptical look to a half hidden grin plastered on your face. “ well I’d love to go on a date with you Adrian, petting puppies sounds fun.”Your tone is final, you haven’t even tried to think Of saying no, it almost sounds like you were waiting for this opportunity.  

he nods and his smile mimics yours, wide and genuine. “ alright! I’ll come pick you up! Tommorow! Is three fine?” 

“ three is perfect..” you smile, nodding gently, turning to walk out and back to ads and harcourt, ready to tell them you got a date with your teammate you’ve had a crush on since you met him. 

Adrian is stuck at his spot for a bit, smiling like an idiot and playing with his hands. It takes him a second before he lets out a small breathe and throws his fists into the air, feeling extremely proud of himself. He finally had asked after months of too long looks and small touches you both brushed off. 

“ aren’t they sweet?” You giggled when a little Labrador puppy clings to your side, licking at your hands, its tail is wagging happily. Its short, but slightly overgrown curly fur covering its eyes slightly.

The shelters windows are bright with the sun, the floor is illuminated, the wood patterns of twirls and lines visible as puppies run around. Pods of fur cover the floors, the sound of soft barks, growling and squeezing toys filling the small gated area you and Adrian sat in. 

The shelters in evergreen  weren’t many, but you thought it would be fun to go play with puppies to “ cleanse your soul” after killing a bunch of people on a mission, so you brought your good friend and teammate. It’s a good idea, in theory you were doing good with the puppies and the workers seemed to like you, they liked Adrian to, he was really nice to them. Something about you tho, they knew the puppies would like, and let you in the area first, Adrian skipping behind you, or atleast that was earlier.. 

Adrian was focused as he stared down a puppy, a baby beagle, sits on its behind and looks right back. It has a little teal color with a white charm that says its name.

Chase. That’s the dogs name.

Your not sure if Adrian is looking at the dogs brown and white pattern, or it’s collar, or just staring at him. Still, Adrian hasn’t played with any other dog, only staring at chase. 

You pet the lab in your lap gently, and it nuzzles against your hand with a yawn, before letting out a breath when it lays its head on your leg finally. “what’s wrong? Did he bite you, or something?” You ask, titling your head to try and look over Adrian’s back as he sits criss cross apple sauce.

He shakes his head before looking back at you, his mouth slightly agape before he smiles. “ no.. no he didn’t, he just isn’t rushing to play with you like the other dogs.” He gestures to the mountain of puppies surrounding you. “ he just keeps.. staring at me.” He huffs before he turns back to the dog, who tilts its head, and its tail wags when Adrian’s attention is back on him. 

“Huh…” you say, nodding slowly as you understand the situation, and you smile. “ here.” You gesture, and Adrian looks back to find you holding a little cow squeeky toy.  He takes it with a smile and nods, understanding what you mean. 

Adrian turns back to chase, and he lightly and gently shakes the toy, trying to get his attention. The dog lifts his head and takes one step closer, sniffing the toy, and it’s tail wags, Adrian feels better about that.  

He watches as the dog takes a bit into the toy, latching its teeth on, and it seems like he doesn’t plan on letting the toy go. Adrian giggles and lightly shakes the toy, careful to be gentle with the puppies growing teeth. Chase growls and begins to tug, his tail wagging, showing he’s having fun. 

The dog on your lap watchs this but doesn’t make an effort to join, and just lays his head back down with another sigh, as if he’s above what his puppy  friend is doing. 

you didn’t know Adrian was good with animals. Well sure, he was good with eagly., but that’s a special case. He didn’t have a dog, nor his parents, maybe his brother did? Ah, that wouldn’t work either, Adrian doesn’t see his brother much. Despite Adrian being a maniac, and a chaotic but morally alright superhero, he’s pretty good with animals, atleast this one.

It makes your heart turn a little bit, but you quickly brush it off, he’s your teammate and nothing more. The sight is adorable, you have to atleast admit that still. You turn back to the lab in your lap who doesn’t seem the least bit interested in Adrian’s adventure with his friend. The other dogs in the gated area are playing among themselves, but one is sniffing your hand and the lab growls, making the dog whimper and run off. 

Adrian is still in his own world, mumbling and cooing as the puppy’s tail wags and tugs on Adrian’s offered toy. He feels lighter then usual, and he thinks that if (when) you get married and live together, maybe actually adopting a puppy would be nice. 

“ would you ever want a dog? You know like, adopting one?” He asks, his attention still on the dog a small smile on his face as he watches the animal with a quite happy feeling.  he meets your eyes when you look up from the lab in your lap.

You shrugged, your smile widening at the puppy in your lap. It stretching its arms out when you rubbed its belly. “ maybe… not now tho.” You say simply, and his eyebrows furrow

“ why not now?” His tone is pure curiosity, he can’t imagine why you, someone so sweet and good with an animal would not  want a pet, atleast at the moment. He tilts his head and lets his arm be pulled on by the puppy, now his full focus on you when you just smile and shake your head. 

 “ I guess.. I don’t know, since I’m a hero I would always be busy you know? It’s kinda like having a child, why would I have one if I didn’t have the funds or the ability to properly care for them?” you said simply. “ after I like retire.. or whatever. Although I probably will get one, or two, because I’d still have to work and stuff .. so I wouldn’t want them to get lonely” you add on, and even the lab in your arms pauses, and you just stare at each other, a silent understanding between a dog and a person. 

Adrian understands, I mean he doesn’t have a child.. or a pet, other then eagly, but he gets what you mean. He thinks it’s wrong to have kids if your gonna be neglectful. Well, he’s killed people for that, atleast a few times. He nods in agreement with a soft hum “ yeah… that makes sense, but I think you’d be a good mom.” 

What he says catches you off guard, and you look up at him, a look of disbelief on your face before it forms into a small smirk. “ a mom ? I didn’t say anything about actually having a kid myself..” 

He shrugs, turning back to the puppy.” yeah but I mean you might right? Unless your like a hundred percent sure you wouldn’t want to” 

“ yeah I might…” The tone is a bit nonchalant, and Adrian can’t tell if your leaning towards having kids or not like.. ever but he still nods. I mean, he’s never thought of it, having kids. Not even for a reason either, it’s just never once crossed his mind. 

“ why.. you trying to see if you’ll.. commit with me or something Adrian?” You teased, your hand going against the floor to lean back with a raised eyebrow 

He simply shakes his head. “ no, I’m already ready to commit with you.” He says it so normally, like hes thought it over and this isn’t your first date. Well, if this even counts as a date, by all means it’s not any fancy restaurant, or like a romantic park date, but he still counts it.

It catches you off guard, your eyes widen a bit, and for the first time Adrian had actually left you speechless. He’s such a idiot usually, either covered in blood with the biggest smile or spitting animal facts that have a fifty percent chance of being wrong. Never has that left you speechless, giddy perhaps, but not speechless. But this does. 

“ are you..?” You whispered gently, holding back a small smile, your tone coming out with a giggle. And you smile even harder when he nods without a second thought 

“ of course I am! Who wouldn’t be.?” He laughs, shaking his head at the thought. In his eyes your perfect, it seems like such a obvious answer. Why would he take you on a date if he wasn’t sure? He thinks that’s stupid, I mean he’s seen soo many people do that!

He leaned in to whisper to you. “ I mean, I’ve killed people for leading on potential partners.. there’s nothin’ I hate more then people who are either cheaters or players.” He huffs out shaking his head. “ wait actually no that wasn’t true sorry- I actually hate racists and nazis more..” he shakes his head, and actually doesn’t even bother to whisper this time. Everyone agrees with that opinion, he hopes. 

You can’t help but laugh at his words, Adrian chase is many things, and he is not boring by all means. The world seems to quite down to just you, Adrian, and the cute puppies that surrounded you both. Now All that you hear is faint barks and Adrian’s sweet rambles.

The day continues like this, filled with laughs and faint stares, that end quickly as Adrian lets you quiz him about dogs. It’s sad when it ends, you only did rent two hours with the puppies. Despite how empty it seemed when you got there, the workers said there was reservations. 

It makes Adrian a bit sad to, I mean he doesn’t really feel the same kind of emotions, but it tugs at him in a way that others might find odd. He knows that you don’t think that way, it’s why he likes you so much.

the bell of the front shop rings after you two leave, reluctantly of course. The puppies put up quite the show as well, especially the Labrador on your lap minutes ago. It’s late winter now, and the sun is close to setting, give or take 30 minutes till then.

“ did you have fun?” He asks with a big smile as you stand to the left side of the door, the workers inside cooing in secret at how cute you both look. 

“ yeah! I had a lot of fun Adrian..” you nod along, with a gentle smile. Your hands are clasped together in front of you and the gesture to keep your hands from moving makes Adrian feel like he’s won something..

Adrian nods with a content look, his eyes softening slightly “ yeah that’s good! I had fun to.. with the puppies and you of course, mostly you.” He gestures over to the window, seeing the dogs in their pin biting and barking at each other as they play.

You don’t want to leave yet… being with Adrian is so nice, you never wanted it to end, but still, you need to be home soon and so does Adrian. You turn around and look at the streets, seeing people walking around, including happy couples. “ I um.. I’ll be on my way now, but really, thank you Adrian. It was really nice.” You smiled faintly

Adrian smile falls and he nods when he realizes your little date is coming to an end, but he straightens and nods his head “ anytime..” he whispers, staring at you with a odd look. A look like he wants to hug you and never let you go.. it’s a little creepy.

And he watches as you walk away, on your way home. He’ll see you tomorrow, he knows he will.. but still. He wants to make sure you get home safe, walk with you and hold your hand so you can look like the couples he sees so much. Except he doesn’t, at least not now, all adrian chase does is watch.

“Are you even listening?” Eugene calls out, offended as you blink rapidly while staring back up towards him. He’s been ranting for ages. Apparently, Pugsley had an encounter with ‘Slurp’ at Pilgrim World. He’s regenerated, nearly fully human. And that’s an issue. 

How many more brains have to be consumed? How many more people have to be brutally devoured just to bring back one man that doesn’t even have a real heart?

It frightens you how little you care. 

Call it morbid curiosity, but something about the zombie entices you in a way you’ve never felt before. Perhaps it’s the idea that someone can be raised from the dead. Oh, how you’d bring back your sister in an instant. Maybe the half-dead scientist could help you do it. 

Selfish, truly. You hate how little you feel towards the empty-headed corpses that have fallen victim to this… man. After all, all the lives lost are people — people who most likely have families of their own. This means someone might lose their best friend, their mother, or their sister.

No. This needs to stop. Wanting to be selfish at the price of putting others through your misery isn’t something you could swallow. 

But he’s already killed so many. Shouldn’t their lives be lived through him at least? Why let the brutal killings be for nothing? 

The dark whispers are nauseating. It’s because you don’t necessarily disagree with them. All lives lost should at least be worth something. And who knows – maybe the half-dead man has family out there. The thought of bringing someone home to loving arms who’ve missed him makes it hard to decipher what’s truly right and wrong. 

“Eugene… what if we don’t find Slurp? I mean, think about it – he’s been given a second chance at life. He’s not gonna let anyone take it away easily. He’s pretty much human at this point… it might be cruel to–” 

“He’s killed how many people? Are you seriously saying we should just let him go?” 

Your chest tightens. Every word you said echoes in your head with regret. The monstrous guilt plagues you, weighing down your shoulders as you give a slight shrug. “Sorry.” 

The rest of the conversation rings through your ears with shame. 

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Stupid decisions are your strong suit recently. Earlier today, it started with confessing to Eugene that Slurp being a free man didn’t sound like the worst idea. Now, it was even more terrible — for some peculiar reason, you couldn’t help yourself from wandering back into the woods.

Each step was louder than the wind. You could turn invisible, but you don’t. Maybe it’s because you enjoy the danger, or maybe it’s because you don’t feel scared at all. In fact, you feel at peace. Perhaps that’s what happens to people right before they walk to their death, though. Either way, you keep walking. 

A crack of branches behind a particular tree makes you halt. Your feet dig into the dry leaves beneath you, your throat tightening as you take a deep breath. 

“Hello?” 

You mentally cringe at the question. If this were a horror movie, you’d be dead first, no doubt. Waltzing into the woods alone at night, speaking a stupid greeting as if some monster would politely shake your hand. 

A gloved hand reaching around the tree makes your heart skip a beat. You wait for the person to move, reveal themselves, but they don’t. The gloved hand motions for you to come closer. You do. It’s not even curiosity that makes you move, it’s something more than that – like something is calling you to follow the strange command. 

It’s strange. Your legs seem to be moving on their own accord. You feel like a puppet as you move closer to the oak, your feet finally halting a foot away from the base of the tree. 

“Hello.”

The voice is groggy and deep. Horrifyingly enticing, sending a shiver up your spine that spreads across your shoulders and down your arms. 

“Who… who are you?” you ask. 

Silence pursues. The hand wrapped on the bark shifts, pointing to the ground. “Sit. Face away. Please. I do not want to… frighten you.” 

If you’re heart wasn’t pounding so loudly, maybe you’d recognize the irony. The deep voice with a gloved hand doesn’t want to scare you – yet here you were, alone in the dark forest, following the commands of someone you do not know. 

Your bottom hits the branches on the ground with distaste. It’s not exactly comfortable. Your back is stiff as you hold yourself, hesitant to lean against the tree in worry that the voice will leave. 

“Who are you?” you repeat.

No answer. A slight shuffle makes the hairs on the back of your neck grow stiff. 

“I am not sure I know anymore.” 

The words seem sad. Your chest squeezes at the emotion scratching at your heart. You know that feeling – the feeling of being so lost that you’re unsure of what your body even holds anymore. 

“Are you okay?” 

You hear a huff at your inquiry. The person on the other side of the tree is laughing at you. “You’re the one in the woods with a stranger, love.” The nickname seems so natural, so coherent. It warms your cheeks, the heat spreading across your body as if you’re being embraced. 

The silence breaks. “Isaac… my name is Isaac.” 

“I’m –”

“I know who you are.”

Frightening words, yet they don’t scare you. Somehow, they feel comforting. 

Familiar voices sound from a distance. Crunching leaves and swaying branches seem to heighten in volume. 

“Pugsley, I know she came out here. Ajax said he saw her. We can’t just let her get killed! She thinks–”

“You should go,” Isaac says, whispering while Eugene’s shouts continue to echo through the forest. 

You swallow thickly, a sudden lump in your throat making it hard to breathe. “Will I see you again? Can I come back here tomorrow to find you?”

“Yes. Do not worry about finding me… I will find you.” 

Always, he thinks. 

With that, you get up, dusting off your bottom before walking towards the voices. You take one last look behind you, your eyes squinting in an attempt to see through the darkness. 

You can’t see him, but you know – he’s watching.

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"Fuck, baby, you're so perfect- So-" He gasped, swallowing thickly as his head dropped forward, sweaty curls hanging in front of his forehead. "Taking me so good- Fuck you're tight- I can't- God, you drive me insane-" The string of compliments and expletives filled the room alongside your breathy moans, the sounds of skin meeting skin echoing through your bedroom as his hips met yours, each thrust pushing you a little further up the sheets.

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You shake your head to clear the memory, now was most certainly not the time for you to be thinking about that. As you zone back in, you see Adrian staring at you almost expectantly, then realize he had asked you something while you weren't paying attention. You play it safe with a "Yeah, that is cool babe" and the grin stretching across his face tells you that was a good option. "Right? They don't have leg muscles at all, its all just hydraulics. Could you imagine-" He continues on, and with your head propped up on your chin, you do your best to pay attention. That feeling in the pit of your stomach, a subtle but growing want, makes it a little difficult, though.

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"Thats it- fuck, just like that- Cmon, baby-" He grunts out, fingers digging little bruises into your hips. "Doing so good for me honey. I know you wanna cum, cmon- Wanna feel it, cum on my cock, sweetheart. Thats it, baby, cum for me. Just like that, fuck-" He talks you through your climax, words falling past his lips like he couldnt stop them even if he wanted to, his thrusts growing erratic as he nears his own.

"Uh- Babe?" Adrians voice snaps you out of it this time, an almost confused look on his face as he looks at you. You hadn't meant to zone out again, especially not so noticeable, but your clothes were starting to feel a little too tight, and you could feel warmth creeping up your cheeks. "Are you listening?" He questions, head tilting to the side a bit like a curious dog.

You simply clear your throat and nod, answering with a reassuring "Mhm, you were talking about spiders." Its an easy guess, and fortunately a correct one, earning a snort laugh from Adrian. "Cool. Well, like I was saying, there's only one species that are herbivores, which is like, insane-" He continues on, and you swear you're trying your best to focus, but soon enough your thoughts drift again.

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His face was pressed into the side of your neck now, hot and wet open mouthed kisses dragged sloppily along your skin between the seemingly never-ending stream of words. "Holy shit, baby- Im gonna- fuck, m'gonna cum- gonna fill you up-" Each word is almost huffed out, his control faltering as he tips over the edge, burying himself as deep in you as he can get. "Take it, baby, take it- fuck- just- just like that-"

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Suddenly, there's a hand on your thigh, and a rare moment of Adrian being quiet. The near shit eating grin on his face told you he wouldn't be for long, though, the already present heat in your cheeks burning a little hotter. "What'cha thinking about, honey?" He all but crooned, a teasing little twinkle in his eye as his hand crawled up your thigh.

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He used to buy thread in bulk, but he found himself popping in once a week, even when he hadn’t touched the last spool.

You were the one to ask for his number, to make that external connection, to kiss him and tell him you wanted to be his girlfriend. He was eager, absolutely, but it wasn’t until you kissed him that he realized you were dating. Or, even, that you wanted to. You told him you’d found it charming, how oblivious he was. Sweet, that he never made assumptions to serve his interests.

Two months of bothering each other at work, running out the clock on your respective shifts. Movie nights at your place, pizza at his—you’d offered to help unpack, speed up the process on his new apartment, but he insisted it was his burden to bear. He was having more fun than he thought he could with someone who didn’t know anything about his real vocation, never even thought about telling you. Irrelevant, really. What could it do but put you in harm’s way? Better to keep it separate. Light, airy, casual.

And then your store got robbed at gunpoint, your coworker shot—near fatally—while you were in the stock room. The cameras didn’t catch anything, the cops were even less helpful.

So, Adrian took the charge up himself. Not all the time, of course, he’s not a crazy person. Just on your walks to work. From work. Sometimes he stumbles across you while you’re out with friends. It’s part of the job description: Vigilante, keeping Evergreen ever clean. He would have t-shirts made if he was into the whole marketing thing, great excuse to buy more from the craft store. Bump up your numbers, keep you employed.

But first and foremost was keeping you out of danger, a job he was doing quite well. The only thing you were presently scared of was him. Silly mistake a couple weeks ago, he got a little ahead of himself when the sun wasn’t quite set. So be it, he knew he was harmless, that was good enough.

“Where did you see him?” He asks, peering between leaves and just seeing you pace past the half drawn curtain.

“By that coffee shop on main, I think he was hiding behind the dumpster.”

“That’s gross.”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I’ve heard he only kills criminals, have you committed any crimes lately?”

“J—just your typical jaywalking and rolling through stop signs.” Your voice is still shaky, despite his joke, and he would love to say it didn’t stir up something in him, but if you took him seriously it meant other people did.

He wants to laugh at your response, but he swallows it down, “Do you know the difference between civil and criminal charges?”

“I’m not asking for a legal lesson, Adrian.”

You freeze in the open space of the curtain, and he’s dumbstruck for several seconds. You’re chewing on your thumbnail, eyebrows kicked up in worry, shoulders shaking beneath an old, loose collared t-shirt. You look like a frightened squirrel.

Adrian’s stomach churns, and he smiles into the phone, “Sorry.”

He watches your eyes flutter closed, watches you take a deep breath before you exhale, voice tiny, “It’s okay.”

“Have you seen him since?” His eyes center on your clavicle, on the way your chest rises and falls as you try to calm yourself. Your bicep tenses as you twist your wrist and cut deeper into the nail with your teeth.

The two of you have only slept together a handful of times, and for whatever fun you’re having out of bed, it hasn’t reflected yet in that respect. Still learning each other’s bodies, it hasn’t been bad, but for how much Adrian likes to look at you, he’s been clammy when you actually let him. The reality frustrates him, you frustrate him.

“No, but I haven’t gone out since.”

He hums, watching your lips fall open, dropping your hand to your side, nails chewed to hell. You want to say something, he can see it, can hear the edging of your voice on the phone, but you abandon it several times. He coaxes you into speaking by whispering your name, a tentative question at the tail end of too-long silence.

“Sorry, I just...”

You turn away from him and lean on your windowsill. The curtain opens just that much more, and he can see one of the curves of your waist, your shirt bunching at the hem of your boxer shorts.

He likes being here for you, like this. Watching out for you, protecting you, without having to worry about you getting in the way. He can eliminate risks before you even catch wind of them. It’s okay that the price to pay is you fearing this version of him, especially when all it seems to do is send you seeking comfort from the version of him you know. The version of him you liked first, for some reason.

His gut churns, and he reaches down to adjust the waist of his suit, cringing away from growing sensitivity.

“You just what?”

You reach underneath the hem of your shirt to scratch your back, the warm glow of your apartment lighting your skin. His eyes coast the twisted tendon of your forearm, nails impressing in short strokes across the flesh.

He settles deeper into his crouch, tucking his shoulder against a firm branch in the bush before he slips a hand past his groin. Just a test, just to see. He’ll stop before it gets serious.

You speak with hesitance, sentence punctuated with an audible gulp, “Are you sure you can’t come over tonight?”

“Ohh,” Adrian coos into the phone, his voice settling into that smooth timbre, it works to conceal him as much as it does to soothe you, “My mom has really been on my ass about helping her pack up the basement.”

He watches your shoulders fall, dejection in your body. This is a side of you he’s yet to see as well, all the visual cues that come with your anxieties. He’s heard it in your voice at work, just underneath a plastered customer service smile as some entitled piece of shit pisses his pants over a cheap set of kiddie watercolors. Adrian loves to follow up after the fact, to make sure they really were satisfied with their service. He’s heard it when he’s late to join you at the bar, wiped away with two shots and a dance, your eyes coasting to some guy or another. Guys who’ll end up on their ass in the alley the minute you go to the bathroom.

But he’s never seen it, you’ve never let him. He can’t fathom why, because, as he squeezes his palm over his suit, he can swear you’ve never looked better.

“Oh, okay.” You stand up, wringing a hand around the back of your neck, pacing once more.

Each flash of you in the curtain gap shoots sparks into his gut, seconds passing in silence, something you’ve both established you’re more than content with. Sounds choke themselves in his throat as he presses his hand firmer against himself, the pliable fabric of his suit growing taut with every glimpse he gets. The branch he’s leaning on gives way and he drops one knee to the ground, bracing himself with the other foot to keep from falling.

The foliage shuffles around him, and you spin on your heels to peer out the window, gasping.

“Are you okay?” He mutters, ducking behind a grouping of leaves.

“I just heard something outside my window.” Whatever fear had dissipated from your voice through the conversation was now back in full force, and Adrian keeled forward, clenching his abdomen.

“What?”

“It was like, rustling.” You pull one side of the curtains open, sweeping your eyes out over the house’s side yard.

“Human rustling?” He asks, and then, “Or, what even is human rustling?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know.” Your eyes are wide, nostrils flaring, and the erection in his suit aches.

“I’m really freaking, Adrian, should I call the cops?”

“No!” Panic rises in his body, and he bites down hard on his tongue, bringing his voice back down, “No way, the cops are corrupt as fuck.”

“I know, but—”

“They’re just going to waste your time.”

“I just don’t know what to do.” Adrian watches as you run a hand over your cheek, fingertips pressing hard at your waterline. Your voice shakes, if he couldn’t see the tears he would be able to hear them, certainly.

“Hey, listen to me,” He listens to you sniffle, watches a tear slip down your face, brings his hand back down to his crotch. He flicks at the corner of a velcro strap, base of his palm just hitting his shaft underneath the fabric.

“Yeah.” You mutter.

“As long as your door is locked and you have that thing I gave you, you’re going to be fine. I promise.”

You disappear from view for a moment, and he freezes in place, listening for the sound of a door unlocking. He lets his hand brush again, lets his eyes flutter closed, listens to you breathing on the other end of the line.

“Yeah, yeah I have it.” You let out the smallest laugh, cut by a sniffle, “Very weird six month anniversary gift, by the way.”

“I want you to be able to defend yourself if anything happens.” His heart kicks, and he tugs open the two velcro straps over his crotch, reaching into the suit to feel himself up.

“Well, mace, would be good for that.”

“You had mace already.” He grunts, passing it as a scoff. The friction of his glove stings on the tender skin, and he pinches the loose fabric at the end of his middle finger underneath his knee, yanking it off to fist himself bare-handed.

“Right, a stun gun is kind of overkill.” He can hear your nerves settling as you come back into view, a smile on your face for the first time as you set the stun gun on the coffee table.

His stomach whirls, thumb coasting over the throbbing head of his cock, precum dribbling down the shaft and soaking into the thumb holsters of his suit’s undershirt. His gaze steadies on the tears drying over your cheeks, the nervous kick of your chin as you let out slow breaths over the phone. Letting his fingers run against the vein on his erection, he feels the thrumming heartbeat build and build even as his movement stills.

“Long range is much more effective, you know that or you wouldn’t have gotten mace.” He exhales the words, desperate for verbal relief. “Smart girl.”

You scoff at him, “Scared girl, more like it.”

“It’s okay to be scared.” He wraps his fingers around his shaft, tugging once, twice, slow, in tune with your breathing. “You’re smart to be scared, especially where that nutcase is concerned.”

He’d meant the man that robbed the store, of course. The cops never found him, never tried, really. They wouldn’t have been quick enough, anyway. Adrian was more efficient than the lot of them, more focused, more invested. One long stroke. The man made away with a hundred bucks, that was all. That was worth almost taking a human life. Worth having a target on his head. Another stroke, sweat rising at his neck.

When Adrian found him, he pleaded and cried and swore he needed the money to pay someone worse off. He’d give him up, would give anything. Deathbed confessions were always something to the dying, but to Adrian they were just noise.

He was grateful for the silence that followed.

“Yeah, I’ve heard some harrowing reports about Vigilante.”

Adrian perks up, grip tightening.

“You know I try to avoid the news.”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to make you nervous now.”

He smiles, his throat flexing as he swallows his groans, “No, no, I should be informed.”

His cock twitches in his hand, almost painfully stiff as you regale Adrian the most recent town gossip about Vigilante. Friend’s roommates gone missing (arms dealers,) local teachers dead in the locker room (steroid doping students,) body parts washed up on the river bed (petty theft and armed robbery.)

He feigns shock at your stories, stroking himself during each lengthy retelling, sucking his cheeks inward to chew on as he climbs closer and closer to release. Your voice is laced with fear again, but Adrian hears some level of morbid curiosity. Some vague reverence.

And if that wasn’t enough, he sees the way you fiddle with your collar, the way you tug at your ear. For whatever frustrating clamminess he has in the bedroom, he at least knows your tells. Not outright attraction, but intrigue, interest. You fiddled with your collar before you kissed him for the first time, tugged at your ear before asking if he wanted to have sex. It’s courage building, venting internal agitation.

You blink hard, shaking your head, and he huffs at the return of your regular voice, “All that to say, dude is serious.”

“And you think he’s stalking you?” He grumbles, dropping his other leg to lean back and sit on his heels, impatience pecking at his brain, “Why?”

“Fuck if I know.” You throw an arm up, circling your coffee table, “I’m not some hard criminal, but it really freaks me out.”

Adrian squeezes his cock, concentrating on the flush tip, precum slick on his hand as it glides up and over again and again. Desperation builds, and he’s just a hair too eager when he asks, “Are you scared of him?”

He watches you pause by the window, your eyes flicking around the empty yard. You wrap an arm over your stomach, fisting the fabric of your t-shirt, wrist tucked underneath the elbow of your phone holding arm. You close your eyes, taking in a full breath. His stomach jerks as you nod before speaking, expression contorting with what he can only guess is your imagination running wild.

“Yeah.” You whimper, “Who wouldn’t be?”

And that does it. Adrian turns his head to bite into his wrist as he cums, ropes of ejaculate spraying over the mulch and pumping onto the web of his hand. The climax is venerated by your words, sweeter and more satisfying than any other in his recent recollection. His cock throbs in his hand still, and he aches for you, for his mouth on your skin. Wiping his hand off on the nearby brush, he lets the silence lie for several more seconds as he tucks himself back in and gets re-situated.

“I’ll come over.” He whispers.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to be on your mom’s bad side.” He watches your face light up, watches your posture straighten like a tremendous weight has been lifted.

Adrian laughs, “Yeah, right. I’ll be there in thirty.”

You smile and cover your face, “Okay, okay. See you then. Bye.”

His stomach kicks as he hangs up, he needs to be rid of the armor now.

Sprinting from the bush and through a nearby alley, he breaks into a bout of raucous laughter.

You were wrapped up in bed together, leaning on his chest as he sat partially upright. The soft lighting of the bedside lamps framed Bob’s concerned look.

“How about I make you feel loved. Make you feel pretty. Make you feel sexy.” His eyes crinkled into a reassuring smile from behind his glasses.

“How’d you wanna do that?”

“Do you trust your husband, darlin’?”

“Yeah…” You let out a giggle as you felt his hand snake up from around your waist and underneath your t-shirt, his nimble fingers beginning to toy with your sensitive nipples.

“Oh, Bobby…” You let out a soft moan and let your eyes flutter shut as he continued his gentle, yet concentrated movements. 

Your back arched against him as you let his hand roam across your chest, down your stomach and find your bare pussy. The pads of his fingers were gentle as he parted the top of your lips and ran smooth circles over your clit. 

You let out a heavy and pleasurable sigh, letting Bob take the world's weight off your shoulders. He smiled to himself as he watched how your body melted against him. 

His fingers applied a firmer pressure to your clit, and he dipped his middle finger down your slit to find your wetness gathering on the tip of his finger. 

“Here’s what I suggest, darlin’. I’m going to show you how gorgeous I find you. Every inch of you.” His hand squeezed your breast as he moved his body out from underneath you and over you. 

“O—Okay.” You nodded quickly in agreement, as he had since removed his fingers from your cunt, and you were desperate to feel him again.

You let out a slight whine as you watched him take his fingers into his mouth and taste you. He kissed your lips, and you could taste yourself on him, causing goosebumps to trail down your neck.

He took your hand and led you off the bed to stand up. He discarded his underwear to the side before carefully shedding your t-shirt. You both stood naked before each other, your chests breathing heavily in time.

He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you flush against his warm frame. His large hand cradled your jaw and pressed a deepened kiss against your lips.

The hand around your waist roamed around your body. Feeling and squeezing every inch that Bob loved so very dearly. 

“My beautiful, beautiful wife. Always s’ radiant to me.” He murmured against your lips as you broke your heated kiss. 

He guided you to the long-standing mirror in your bedroom and stood behind you. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder as his hand cupped your breasts, squeezing and playing with your nipples. 

Your head rolled back against his shoulder, and you let out a moan.

“Look at yourself, sweetheart. Look at every fucking’ inch.” There was a sense of loving demand in his voice—an order for you to love everything that Bob loved about you so dearly.

Your eyes timidly fluttered open, and the sight spread a warm flush across your cheeks. You watched as his fingers dipped between your thighs and found your pussy, rubbing firm circles around your clit again. 

You shuddered against him and found it hard to look away from the image before you. 

It made you wetter than you cared to admit. Watching Bob fuck you in front of the mirror. 

He caressed you more, and his tactic was beginning to work on you. You felt good watching Bob explore your body, highlighting every part in a positive and glowing light.

Before you knew it, he had you on your hands and knees facing the mirror, with him behind you.

He held onto your hips and ran his hands over the curve of your flesh and the swell of your ass.

“So pretty for me, sweetheart. I love your hips. I love holdin’ them when I fuck you. I love feelin’ your soft ass push against me in bed, push against me when I fuck you, beggin’ me for more.” 

You instinctively pushed back against him and let out a whine when you felt his stiff cock brush against your ass. 

You watched Bob smile with hooded eyes in the reflection of the mirror. He took his length in his hand and teasingly pushed against your lips. He caught his tip against your clit, which caused you to let out a louder moan, pressing your ass back against him.

“You’re going to watch as I fuck you. You understand?” His eyes were sternly fixed on yours in the mirror, as he gave you another lovingly firm order.

“Yes, Bobby.” You breathed out, with your eyelashes fluttering as you felt him push his tip inside of you. 

Your body was pushed forward as you took a moment to adjust to his thick size. His hand was on your hip as he guided you slowly back onto his cock and buried himself to the hilt. Whimpers left your lips, and your eyes fluttered shut as you felt full. 

“Look at yourself, darlin’.” He ordered from behind you. Your eyes peered open, and a wanton moan escaped from your throat. 

Bob began shifting his hips, building up a slow rhythm as your cunt pulsed around him and grew accustomed to his length. 

“Watch how well you take me, sweetheart. Your body was made for me. It’s perfect in every way. You take me so fuckin’ well. I could watch you all day…” He trailed off as he looked downwards to watch where the base of his cock met your wet cunt. 

Your eyes were flicking between him and you in the mirror's reflection. You couldn’t focus on one thing. It was a sight to behold, and with Bob’s affirming words flowing into your conscience, you let yourself melt against him. 

A glowing warmth was bellowing in your belly, aided by Bob’s firm strokes from behind you. He was building up a quicker rhythm, and your breasts began moving in time with his thrusts. 

He snaked a hand underneath you and palmed your stomach. 

“I love this the most.” He groaned from above. “I love holdin’ it when I’m eating you out. Always so soft and warm. I love filling it up with my cum. I love kissin’ it when you’re poorly. I fucking love it…” Bob drawled out. 

You moaned as you let him continue his loving appraisal. His hand moved to cup your breasts from underneath. 

“I love your breasts, darlin’. They’re always s’ sensitive for me. They feel so good pressed against me at night when I’m holdin’ you. I love watchin’ you in the shower as you touch them. I wish I could hold them all day.” 

His nimble fingers played with your nipples and gently pinched at the sensitive buds, causing you to cry out and nearly fall forward, but Bob was there to hold you back. 

His hands came back to your hips and pulled you flush against his pelvis, burying himself to the hilt again.

“But this…” One of his hands snaked underneath you again, and his fingers found your swollen clit. He let out a groan as he felt you flutter around his cock, as he worked his slender fingers around your sensitive bud. “I could play with this all day.” 

He ran precise circles around your clit, in time to his thrusts from behind. “I think about this when I’m at work. I can taste it when I’m away from you. I could spend forever between your thighs, jus’ giving this all the attention it needs. This…” He pressed firmly on your throbbing clit, and you cried out. “This makes you into the most beautiful mess I’ve ever seen. I could kiss this all day jus’ to make you scream out my name and forget your own name.” 

Your eyes were glazed over, but heavily fixated on Bob’s. You didn’t want to look away. 

“You’re so beautiful, my sweetheart.” He hushed up. You pathetically nodded back at him in agreement, unable to form a coherent sentence as your head was spinning with pleasure. 

“Does it feel good?” Bob mused at you, and you meekly nodded again. “You’re close, aren’t you?” 

“Yes! Oh God, yes, Bobby! Feels good. Y’ make me feel s’ good.” You babbled out. 

“Good girl.” He hummed in response with a grin. “Let’s watch how pretty you look when you come, shall we?”

You let out a desperate cry at his words, your body beginning to tremble as he continually swiped his fingers over your clit. His thrusts were getting harsher as his swollen tip was brushing against the sweet spot buried deep inside of you.

Your sensitivity was heightened, and you were overwhelmed with pleasure, allowing it to wash over you. You came with a silent cry and your chest heaving. As your orgasm rolled through you in waves, pitiful whines left your lips with blubbering curses of Bob’s name.

You were mumbling incoherently as you watched yourself come undone with hooded eyes. Bob watched in the mirror's reflection as your body shook and trembled against him. 

“See how pretty you look, darlin’? See how pretty you look when you come on my cock? You’re made for me. My beautiful, radiant, sweetheart.” 

He could feel you pulsing around his length, and he was quick to follow behind you, letting out a deep and grumbling groan as he came.

Your bedroom was quiet and still. The smell of sweat and sex hung in the air. All that could be heard was your paired breathing and Bob’s hushed praise reverberating off the walls. 

Bob was tender and gentle with your still trembling body, as he moved you off the floor and onto your soft bed. He retrieved a warm washcloth and wiped down the sticky mix of his cum and your arousal off your thighs, before pulling the fluffy quilted blankets over you both.

As he held you against his chest and felt your warm breasts press against him, he hummed in delight.

“How do you feel, sweetheart?”

“Good.” You mumbled out with a lopsided smile. 

Your brain still felt hazy, and you were unable to form much of a sentence. But with a sleepy and content smile, you uttered, “You make me feel good, Bobby. You make me feel loved.”

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