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You were walking home from your shift at your job, clutching your bag, exhausted, your brain too tired and too distracted to process the sounds of footsteps behind you. Suddenly, you were pushed up against a wall, and a random thug came into view and had a knife already pressed to your throat. Your ears buzzing and body trembling at the abrupt actions, barely processing any of what the man said due to the fear igniting your body and brain.
“C’mon, pretty, just do what I say and you won’t get hurt, yeah? That easy, baby.”
The man said, though his voice sounded muffled to you. The man barely got another chance to try to threaten you before another man in an all-black suit with teal-ish and white accents and a red visor on his mask dropped in.
“Hi! You’re gonna wanna back away.”
The masked man spoke, sounding a little too sunny for anyone's liking. The thug practically chuckled at his words, pressing the blade just barely more against your throat, turning his head to stare at the masked vigilante.
“Or what? Gonna kill me? Yeah, right, quit playin’ hero, kid.”
The man mocked with a condescending smile as he stared at the masked stranger, which made the masked stranger groan with a shake of his head like this was some kind of actual insult.
“God, okay, so I’m no threat? C’mon, dude, I’m literally in an all-black combat suit—whatever.”
The vigilante almost complained, making you tilt your head a little at his strange reaction before the thug got tugged away from you and hit. Over and over and over again. The sight brutal and horrifying, making you shake and tense up; your eyes even started to water, stuck staring at the mangled body like a deer in headlights.
The vigilante grunted and sighed, wiping a hand over his masked forehead like this was just casual work before he turned to you, his posture almost… softening as he approached you, holding his hands up like he was about to cradle your face, your body stuck frozen as he does, in fact, hold your face, his blood splattered gloved hands surprisingly gentle on your skin, marking your cheek with a faint spread of red.
“Hey, you’re okay now. All safe and sound now… I made it all better, right?”
His voice was almost tender as he spoke to you, sounding as if he wanted your validation in this situation. All you could do was quiver and give a nod in response, swallowing whatever cry of fear wanted to leap out your throat.
“Lemme walk you home. Just to make sure you stay safe. God, y’know, you’re so silly,”
He almost sighed and shook his head as he took your arm before you could even give him permission to, your head too focused on the fact that he knew your name to even fathom the other fact that he seemed to know exactly where you lived, just letting him drag you as he kept talking like he had known you forever.
“You always get yourself into danger, don’t you? That’s almost pathetic! Though good thing for me is that it just means I get to save you every time, right? I get to be your personal hero. I’ll always keep you safe! Always.”
His voice sounded more like an optimistic threat than a safe promise of protection. Eventually, he stopped dragging you to your own place, pausing at the entrance of your apartment, your brain already far too fuzzy and cluttered to even stop your words from bubbling out.
“Thank you for saving me—”
You blurted out, the vigilante seeming to beam at the praise as he flapped a hand in your face like he was flustered by your gratitude.
“Aww, I don’t need any thanks! All I need is for you to be safe and to let me to keep protecting you. Goodnight,”
He practically giggled, sounding almost bashful as he ended his goodnight to you with your name before hr quickly vanished into the night, leaving you to stand under the night sky, shaking as your brain sat in some weird place between feeling protected and horrifically unsafe. You barely gave yourself a moment to gather your thoughts and calm down before you shoved yourself into your apartment.
-☆-
You fumble with your keys, struggling to even put the key into the keyhole without dropping them and shaking. That was when your friend, your neighbor Adrian, came over and picked up your keys, stuffing them into the doorknob and opening it without you even asking. You nodded and walked in, not even bothering to ask why he was here or why he even walked in, just melting a little at the surprising hug from him after he shut your door.
You let out a weak little sobbed noise as you hugged him back, your hands clutching his shirt, stuffing your face into his chest, craving his comfort as his hand pet your head as his other hand rubbed your back to give you some comfort, though your emotions spewing make you a little oblivious to how unsure his hand feel about this comfort thing.
“You’re all safe, now, neighbor… All safe. You’re lucky that Vigilante saved you, huh? God knows what would’ve happened to you without him. What a hero, right?”
He spoke, a smile in his voice. You’re too busy shaking and sobbing into him to even ask about how he knew what the fuck just happened to you, letting him lead you to your couch, following him sitting just to end up tugged into his lap.
He sighed like this was a good moment, like you sobbing in his lap, shaken and afraid, was some positive moment for him to fix. His hand moved, now playing with the ends of your hair instead of petting you. He hummed and pressed his lips to your head.
“You’re very pretty when you're scared and end up saved... letting a masked man walk you home."
He mumbled against your hair, making you look up at him, your face red and blotchy, eyes puffy and watery, and nose stuffy. He was smiling, his face far too in awe over you as he moved a hand to hold your face, his touch as gentle as that masked ‘savior’ was earlier, his thumb wiping at the slight blood on your cheek. Once again, you never got the chance to actually think before he tugged your face up to his and he kissed you like you were the air he needed. You just squeaked as he stuffed his tongue in your mouth before you melted a bit half-heartedly and clutched his shirt and reciprocated weakly, simply craving the comfort.
He moaned and gripped the back of your head, giving you no escape, keeping your lips against his for however long he wanted before he moved his lips, stuffing his face into your neck, kissing and slobbering down your skin. You whimpered and kept trembling as he kept touching you with his free hand. His hand that kept exploring moved, tugging the button and zipper of your pants open rather aggressively, almost tearing the fabric before quickly stuffing his hand down your pants.
“Lemme make you feel better. You’re too shaky for a person who just got saved by a very generous hero. M’gonna make you feel safe and relaxed and loved, baby.”
He mumbled against your neck as his hand pressed against your clothed core, finding your clit far too quickly, making you gasp and jolt, in turn making him let go of your hair and tug your waist down, suddenly aware of the bulge under you.
You whimpered softly as he wasted no second, tearing your underwear out of the way, letting the sound of the frabric tear simmer for a small moment before his rough finger started circling your clit in tight circles. He smiled against your neck and sighed as he felt you get wet, moving his head to look down at you, his hand removing itself from your waist and going back to your face.
“There we go. You’re so pretty—like ungodly pretty. Can’t believe I get to touch you. I can’t believe you’ve let me watch and protect you this whole time, not even knowing I was there. Like a damsel in distress—or one of those Disney Princess movies—wait, does this make me your prince?!"
He babbled, spilling shit you probably should’ve been focusing on, shit you probably should’ve been horrified of, but your brain stayed fuzzy, distracted by his pointer finger being stuffed into you. Not slowly did he enter, no, the whole finger was stuffed to the last knuckle into you, moving around and caressing your walls as soon as it got in, making you gasp and moan weakly, stuffing your face into his neck.
“You’re gorgeous—so stupidly gorgeous. You’re mine, aren’t you? Right? I’ve been protecting you. I’m your savior, sweetheart. I’m your hero.”
Adrian kept speaking, not having the talent to shut up it seems. He kept his finger prodding inside your cunt before he stuffed his middle finger in there as well, making you arch your back and gasp before moaning, trying to accommodate the two fingers deep inside you. He groaned and sighed, bucking his hips against you as he kept fingering you, his free hand gripping your hip and keeping you down again.
He really was your hero, and you didn’t even know it, huh? The way he was always there, the way Vigilante showed up tonight, the way you always ended up safe. Your brain, not even thinking at this point, too focused on the messy pleasure, started finding it hot. All of it. From the now obvious stalking and his obsessive love to his claim that he was your hero—your prince.
“M’hero—m’hero—”
You slurred out in a whimper against his shoulder, your hands clawing and gripping his shirt desperately as if anything would give you physical leverage. Adrian, thriving under your praise, moved his fingers quicker in you, making you jerk and moan loudly, your breath stuttering.
“Keep going, honey. Call me your hero. Tell me I’m your hero. I’m all you need. I’m your hero. Keep talking for me, okay? Please, lemme be your hero."
He moaned as he kept humping and fingering you, making you cry out and grunt.
“My hero—Adrian—Adrian—Fuck—You’re my hero—Adrian, please—”
You babbled and slurred and almost cried, barely being able to give him a warning before you screamed out against hi., trembling and whining as you came, your thighs twitching and hips weakly bucking. His fingers not even stopping or slowing, making you teeter on the edge of overstimulation quickly, before he quivered himself and let out a pathetic moan, humping you like a dog in heat and cumming in his own pants.
“I’m your hero—so good, you’re so good. You’re so fucking good for me.”
He grunted and panted as he stuffed his face into your neck, his fingers still in you as he recovered from his own orgasm. He eventually sighed and moved his free hand to pet your head softly, moving his lips close to your ear.
“I’ll always keep you safe,”
He whispered your name as the punctuation, making you groan weakly as he finally removed his fingers from your aching pussy, not even moving your head from his shoulder to look at him. He hummed and moved his slick-covered fingers into his own mouth, moaning at the taste of you as he removed his fingers with a wet pop.
You just stayed slumped against him, your brain buzzing and hazy, even more exhausted now than you were before, not processing as you get picked up and carried to bed.
“Let's get you to bed, honey. You need some sleep, and tomorrow morning I can help you feel better all over again!”
He spoke all chipper with a smile as he laid you down in your bed, removing your clothes and tossing them onto the floor as he left your sight, you hear him digging through your drawers to find you clothes.
He came back after a few seconds, putting an oversized shirt on you and moving you like a rag doll to dress you. Your fuzzy eyesight noticing his change of clothes.
He hummed and tucked you in with a smile before he lifted the blanket and slid in next you with no invitation, wrapping his body around you, not even taking his glasses off as he nuzzled your neck and pet your side.
“Goodnight, sweetheart. Sleep well… I’ll make sure you feel protected again all tomorrow. I’ll be your hero... forever.”
He sighed and mumbled against your skin with a peck. You just laid there and stared off at the window, too tired to move and too unsettled to actually sleep, as Adrian fell asleep peacefully next to you. Your brain only ever processing the buzzing of lights, humming of fans and the feeling of Adrian Chase curled around you.