#peacemaker fic

Your apartment door wasn’t even closed by the time you were tossed up against the wall. His mask barely off when his mouth smashed against yours, all teeth and tongue. “I fuckin’ told you to be careful!” He pressed you harder against the wall, moving down to bite your neck.

“I was fine!” You argued, trying to ignore the yearning between your legs.

“Barely!” His hand wrapped around your neck as he pulled back to look at you, his eyes wild with left over adrenaline and arousal. “You never listen to me.” 

“And you never trust that I know what I’m doing.” 

“You act without thinking.” His teeth sink into your shoulder as he pushes your borrowed hoodie down.

“Yeah well, what’re you gonna’ do about it, Vigilante?” You felt the growl more than you heard it, his chest rumbling underneath a layer of kevlar. He laughed low, a wicked smile stretching across his lips. 

“Oh, I’m gonna’ make you regret that.” His hands were on your hips, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, ignoring the way you kicked at his chest and pounded his back in mock protest. He navigated your dark apartment with more confidence than you did even after living there for years until he stepped into your bedroom. He threw you down on the bed, eyes lingering on the way your chest bounced under the thin tank top you had borrowed from Harcourt after yours got soaked in blood. “Stay” He turned and left the room, returning seconds later with his mask pulled back over his face, which was both disappointing because you wouldn’t be able to see his feral expression while he fucked you, but you couldn’t deny the fact that you had absolutely fantasized about exactly this situation. He grabbed your ankle, hauling you closer to the edge of the bed, before grabbing your hips with both hands and flipped you onto your stomach, wrangling both arms back, holding them with one hand. You squirmed as much as you could, forcing him to use his actual strength to hold you in place with a knee on the swell of your ass. 

You felt what you quickly realized was a zip tie around your wrists, being pulled tight enough to hold you but not enough to cut off circulation. He shifted, kneeing your legs open wide enough that he could stand between them, leaning over you so you could feel his arousal tenting as much as his suit would allow. He carefully moved your hair from the side of your neck so you could feel the warmth of his breath through the mask on the shell of your ear. “Is it too tight?” He pressed his face into your neck, audibly inhaling the last remnants of your perfume mixed with the salty sting of sweat from your mission. You shook your head, feeling him flex his hips against the curve of your ass. He didn’t miss the way you tested the strength of the ziptie, trying to separate your hands on the off chance you could slip out, this was met with the click of his tongue.

“Are you trying to slip out?” When you didn’t respond right away he grabbed a fistful of hair, tugging your head up so your eyes met his through the visor, you smile almost drunkenly at him, “Fuck” The word barely slipped from between his clenched teeth, “I can’t wait to fuck you so hard you forget your own fuckin’ name.” His voice dropped low, a tone solely reserved for when he has his mask on. He let your hair go, your face pressing into your duvet for the briefest moment before he grabbed you by your elbow, flipping you onto your back. He stepped back from the bed, having had a knee on the mattress, his hand slipping slowly behind his back, “Trust me?” The darkness in his voice was gone, reverting to his breathy voice. 

“Always.” You couldn’t see what was behind his back, but no matter what it was, you trusted him with your entire being. 

Your breath hitched when you first saw the blunt end of his favourite knife, the rest of the blade becoming visible slowly as he revealed it to you. He paused for a minute, looking at it from every angle before bringing his attention back to you. He leaned forward, his free hand finding your inner thigh and slowly spreading it wider, forcing you to bring your foot up to perch on the edge of the bed. The warmth of his hand was radiating through both his kevlar glove and your thin leggings as he slid towards your core, only to pull away just before the apex of your legs. Repeating it again before grabbing your cunt roughly, tearing a startled yelp from you. 

Even through your leggings he could feel the heat radiating from your core. Your attention was dragged away from the way he squeezed his grip on you to the way he slid the dull side of his knife up your thigh and along the side of your chest, over the hill of your breast, around your nipple before going down the slope until you felt the cool metal on your bare collarbone. Your breath was coming in quick, your gaze locked onto the knife as he flipped it in his grasp so the perfectly sharpened side bit into the thin material of your borrowed shirt, the cotton never standing a chance. “You’re going to have to explain this to Harcourt when she wants her shirt back.” You tried to sound normal, but your voice was dry and breathy. 

“I don’t think she’ll ask questions.” He pulled the knife down, slicing through the material as though it were a hot knife through butter, having to press down a touch harder when he got to the middle of your sports bra which fell away just as easily, your chest now fully on display for him. You loved his mask but god you missed the way his face betrayed him no matter the situation. You could practically picture the way his lips were parted, chapped, his tongue occasionally brushing over them. His brows would be knit together in an arch, as though he couldn’t believe what he was seeing in front of him. When your shirt and bra were sliced open, the knife was tossed to the side, knowing full well that if he tried to do the same with your leggings he would be in the dog house for weeks. His hands opting instead to grab either side of your leggings, yanking them and your panties down and off in one fluid motion. 

The angle of his head made it hard to see his eyes, but you knew where he was looking. His hand was on the leg that was dangling off the bed, guiding it to mimic your other leg, baring yourself completely open to him. You managed to scoot up on the bed which seemed to please him, his thumb rubbing approving circles on the inside of your knee while holding your other knee, in one movement his full weight forcing your legs open and pinning them to the mattress. His giddy laugh was the first sound of excitement he had made yet and you knew it was completely unconscious and only brought on when he saw the full effect he had on you. You didn’t even need to look down at your bare cunt to know you were slick, your folds catching what little light was coming in from the streetlights outside. “Do you like it when I’m rough with you?” His gloved hands running parallel down your legs towards your sex at an excruciatingly slow pace. The slight ache of the position radiated through your legs, your muscles still sore from the mission but somehow it added to the pleasure of his hands slowly moving towards where you wanted them the most. 

His hands slid up past your core, a groan giving away your irritation, which had it not been for the mask you knew would be met with a shit eating grin. He grabbed your hips but before you could complain much more about his teasing, his covered face was pressed to your sex. You could feel the deep groan more then hear it through his mask which was muffled by your folds. “Wish I could just devour you all night, til you’re begging me to stop.” You couldn’t resist grinding against his face, his mask surely darkened with your slick. 

“Then do it” You tried your best to sound coy, but it just came out breathless and needy. He rubbed his face against your folds, deeply inhaling in a way that if it hadn’t been for the deep yearning coursing through your veins would have made you self conscious. 

“I have other plans for you.” His hands moved back down to your thighs, sliding down until he could grab you by the backs of your knees, bringing your legs over his shoulders, bracketing his head. His eyes met yours, searching for any sign of hesitation as he reached between your legs to tug at his mask, you couldn’t see his mouth but Christ you felt it. His hot breath instantly making you moan, morphing into a whine as he finally attached himself to your cunt. He kept pulling you closer, crawling onto the bed and pulling your lower half off the bed as he ate you out. “Squeeze my fuckin’ head with your thighs.” He saw the flash of concern and you felt him smile against you “Do it, I can take it.” You locked your ankles together, tensing your stomach to try and hold yourself up without your hand, squeezing his head between your thighs. He sloppily mouthed at your clit occasionally moving to tongue your entrance, moaning into you as he moved his face up and down, his nose brushing against your clit. You used the position to rut against his face, and despite it not being the most skillful head you had received, the combination of his enthusiasm and how turned on you were, made it so your orgasm caught you entirely off guard. Your stomach tensed and so did your thighs, squeezing his head harder than you ever intended to. Your eyes pinched tight and you lost complete control over your words, all you could comprehend was a slew of expletives, moans and his name over and over again. 

When your body finally went limp, he supported your body as your legs slipped from his shoulders until you were back on the mattress. “Fuck” He pulled his mask back down over his slick mouth before laying down on th bed next to you, being mindful not to bring his boots onto the blankets. The feeling of kevlar over your red cheeks brought you back to the world around you, drawing your head to the side to look at him. 

The already black fabric of his mask was even darker with your slick but you wanted to see him. “Was that too much?” You shook your head, squirming so you could be pressed against him. “Do you want me to let your hands go?” You tugged at your wrists, not wanting to say yes but also you needed a breather.

“Y-yeah” He reached for the knife that had been tossed to the side, slowly helping you roll onto your side so he could carefully cut the zip tie. “Shit they were too tight” He ran his finger over the imprint left behind, his expression hidden behind the mask but you knew the look of concern that was plastered across his face. You sat up, crossing your legs and turning to him as he mirrored you. Slowly, as if you were worried you’d startle him, you reached for where his mask slipped under his chestplate. Pulling the fabric up and over his face, tossing it onto your pillow and smiling when you finally got to see his face. Your hand came up to push through the messy curls “I’m sorry I hurt you.” You moved to brush your fingers over his cheek bone and up to the edge of his eyebrow, slowly shaking your head.

“You didn’t.” You saw his gaze move to your wrist as you lean in to press your lips to his, pulling back just enough to say “I loved it” 

“You did?” He pulled back, his eyes scanning over you for any sign you might be lying. 

“You saw how wet I was, how hard I came.” you pressed kisses to the corner of his mouth, trailing down to his neck. 

“I had other plans” You nip at his pulse, feeling him swallow heavily. 

“Oh yeah?” He nods. “Like what?” You reached behind him and pulled apart the top piece of his armor, guiding it off his shoulders and tossing it up to the pillows along with his helmet, running your hands over the kevlar of his suit now able to feel how hard his heart was pounding.

“Was gonna’ make you cum on my knife.” He leaned into you when you dragged your teeth over his neck, sucking a dark hickey where his neck met his shoulder. 

“Your knife?” You pulled back, watching him blink a few times before looking at you. 

“Yeah,” he said, almost like a question. “OH, not like the blade side, with the handle, I cleaned it and everything.” You breathed out a curse, feeling your cunt throb back to life. “Only if you were into it though, and I’d make sure my hand was between your pussy and the blade, you wouldn’t get-“  

“What if I rode it?” 

“What?” You sat back, moving so your legs were folded underneath you. 

“What if you wedged it between the box spring and the mattress and then I fuck myself on it.” You watched as his jaw went slack, his lips pulling apart as though he was going to speak but no words came out. “Plus then I could blow you, since you haven’t cum.” His cheeks flushed a light red, all the way up to the tips of his ears as he broke eye contact, looking down at his hands. “Adrian”  you saw him look up at you through heavy lashes. “Did you cum from eating me out?” 

“You had your pussy in my face and your thighs squeezing my head, I don’t know what else you expected from me, those are like two of my favourite things at once.” 

“Fuck that’s so hot” you moved closer, climbing onto his lap, your legs wrapping around his torso and rutting your bare cunt against the material of his suit. “Maybe…” you reached behind him, finding the zipper at the back of his suit and tugging it down. “Maybe the knife can wait?” You pulled the top portion of his suit forward, guiding his arms out before you grabbed the white wifebeater he had underneath by the hem, ridding him of it. 

“I thought you liked the idea.” 

“Oh, Aid, don’t get me wrong, I love the idea of you, fully suited up, mask on, fucking me into the mattress with your knife.” You punctuated your sentence with kisses to his now bare chest. “But I think right now, I need more than a knife handle.” You kissed your way up from his collar bone back to his lips, his glassy eyes meeting yours. 

“Sword handle?” His voice was shaky, breath hitting against your face as you shook your head, catching his lips in a sloppy kiss.