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zo2mess · 1 day ago

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Strawberries and Cream

Summary: Adrian stumbled home late and incredibly hard thanks to the strange sweets Chris sold him. Neither of you realized it was an aphrodisiac chocolate, which sent Adrian into a frenzy and completely derailed your romantic evening.

Warnings: MDNI, SMUT, switchy!Adrian, aphrodisiacs, food play (Adrian is a little lad who likes berries and cream), oral (both ways), throat fucking, cum eating (literally), penetration, early ejaculation, nipple play, Adrian’s a biter, crude language

Word count: 5k

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Note: But Nicks, this fic was requested more than a whole month ago! Listen, I know I’m tragically late. Exams were kicking my ass, work is kicking my ass and I simply didn’t have the energy to transfer my thoughts into words. I’m really sorry. BUT it is here now, so mystery anon, this one’s all yours. I hope it hits the mark, at least a little. Have fun :)

Lights were out, candles were warming up the room with their dancing flames and casting ever-changing shadows around the small living room. Prepared strawberries, champagne, melted chocolate, and whipped cream were taunting you from their place on the coffee table in front of you.

Despite some scratchy lace on your new lingerie hidden underneath a silk robe, you were comfortably lounging on the couch and flipping through playlists that would set the mood just right.

It was a perfect evening in almost every aspect.

Almost.

The most crucial thing was missing - your boyfriend.

Adrian’s eyes were sparkling at the time he promised he would come home right after his shift for a romantic evening just for the two of you. Yet, he wasn’t there; it was almost 10 p.m. and every call fell right to his voicemail.

He won’t even see it coming when you murder him one day for ditching on you all the time.

Jingling of keys snapped you out of your angry thoughts, front doors being slammed shut ignited the fire again and even more than before. “Where have you been, Adrian?” you shrilled, head snapping towards him.

You could have seen his muscles tensing up upon hearing your accusing tone, his eyes widening, fist closing around a little zip lock bag with something strange inside. “Listen-“ he started with a choked-up voice before waddling to the kitchen.

He walked… strangely. Legs apart, swaying from side to side, nearly tripping over his own feet as he practically lunged for a glass of water. Adrian gulped like a man freshly out of the desert, water cascading down his chin, neck and staining his shirt.

Just after he partially quenched his thirst, he took a proper look at you, “Peacemaker needed a lift from a bar. He was fucking wasted, you should have seen him.”

“And he sold me this!” Adrian announced with a wide grin and held up the zip lock bag. From a distance, it didn’t look like anything good, and when he limped closer, it looked even worse.

“Looks like shit in a bag.” You grimaced as you got a better look at Adrian’s latest prized possession. The bag was half full of small brown chunks that resembled chocolate, but they were coated in a bluish, dusty grain that gave thema strange look. A faint, bitter smell filled the air, enough to spoil the sweet tooth you had for the strawberries with cream.

“Just because Chris is broke doesn’t mean you need to buy everything he offers, babe,” You patted the spot beside you with a sigh. “Chris called me a few days ago to see if I wanted to buy dead mice Eagly brought him, in case I wanted to learn taxidermy. Do you see any dead mice around here?”

Adrian wasn’t listening, though. His eyes shifted from your lace-clad form, along with not-so-subtle adjusting of his crotch, to the glass full of champagne on the table. Despite the dark you were able to catch a glimpse of the tent he was pitching, along with the licking of his lips before he downed the glass in two big gulps.

“You could stuff mice and make them look like us. I would do that. I would- I would stuff you… as a mouse I mean.” He babbled, still fidgeting with the bag in his hands, shifting restlessly where he sat. “Fuck, I would love to stuff you.” he murmured under his breath.

Finally, you noticed he wasn’t quite alright. You weren’t sure if he was still wet from his reckless drinking of everything in sight or if he was sweating like a pig. With a closer look it became clear just how dilated his pupils were, combined with the shallow inhales and exhales it became rather concerning.

“Are you okay, baby?” you asked quietly, care resonating in your voice, while the back of your hand touched his forehead and cheek.

Seething hot, just as you thought.

Adrian let out a shaky little moan when he felt your bare skin against his face. He sucked in a sharp breath and closed his eyes like he was physically in pain. “Chris told me this will make me last forever in bed and… And I wanted to make this night good for you.”

“And you trusted him?” Of course he did. If Chris told Adrian to jump out of the window, he would do it. The biggest flaw of the sweetheart in front of you is his never-ending loyalty to people he definitely should not trust.

Adrian just meekly nodded at your question and with a trembling breath he tossed the bag on the table, flinching when it thudded heavily on the wood.

You felt bad for him, truly. Adrian kept shifting on the couch, hissing whenever his jeans created friction that made his cock jump unwillingly. Looking like a poorly stitched-up ragdoll, his head rolled to the side to stare at you with half-lidded eyes and parted lips.

Your hand moved to brush a few stray hairs from his forehead, fingers traveling down the side of his face and cupping his cheek along with a pitiful smile. He nuzzled into your touch almost immediately, seeking that familiar warmth of your palm. “Do you want to go to the hospital?”

Maybe Chris did it on purpose. Perhaps he did want to get back at you through your boyfriend just because you didn’t help him with the money laundering scheme involving dead animals. Perhaps he wanted to punish Adrian for saying something too out of place. Or maybe he was just that stupid and genuinely believed this would make the night more romantic.

In the end, it didn’t matter how or why Adrian ended up with shady chocolate sprinkled with Viagra. Gods, you would be lucky if it was just Viagra and not some powdered madness Chris stole from his one night stand.

“N-no,” he stuttered out before his attention shifted from your caring expression to the beauty you were hiding underneath the robe “I’m just so fucking thirsty.”

Adrian caught your wrist in a firm grip before you could properly stand up and get him the water he seemingly craved “I don’t want water.” He muttered lowly, tugging you down to sit back down beside him.

His thumb was running oddly soothing circles on the inside of your wrist while he gulped audibly. That damned Adam’s apple bobbing was sure to be your undoing, distracting you from the matter.

“Do you want tea? Coffee?”

“Just you.”

Whatever combination of drugs was in the chocolate, it surely clouded your boyfriend’s mind. Not only was he aroused to the point of pain, but his brain also seemed to malfunction. Glassy eyes with blown pupils only added to the pathetic pleading look on his features.

You thought he was close to begging for you. For your pussy. For your touch. Anything.

But Adrian snapped, almost like his actions weren’t his, driven only by the uncontrollable need.

Before you could react, Adrian dropped low, hooked arms under your thighs, and swept you off balance with a yelp. In one fluid motion, he flipped you onto your back with your legs folded and your hips lifted off the couch.

While you were struggling to steady yourself with just your upper back on the soft plush of couch, Adrian pulled you up, legs on his shoulders, ass resting on his heaving chest, head dangerously close to your core. “You even bought new lingerie for me.”

The touch of his calloused fingers running over your thighs was nice, to say at least, but goddamn… Adrian was determined. His face dove right in between your thighs, the rims of his glasses digging into your skin.

He began mouthing at your lace-covered cunt, too eager to pull it to the side. Adrian was grasping at your hips and waist, absentmindedly helping you stay in the uncomfortable arched position while his mouth, open as far as it was possible, enveloped your pussy.

Adrian’s eyes nearly rolled back as he began to suck on the fabric, trying to drown himself in the smell and faint taste of your arousal coating the lace.

“So sweet, always so sweet…” Those barely coherent praises reverberating through your folds made you gasp out his name in that oh so nice pitch the man between your legs loved so much.

The more he thought about the whole evening, the more guilty he felt and the more aroused he became. He got voluntarily spiked and came home late with a boner. And you? You bought new lingerie, created a nice atmosphere, and prepared romantic snacks to go along with it.

He loved the taste of strawberries mixed with whipped cream…

And he loved the taste of your pussy…

Come on, Adrian, think…

Then, his eyes narrowed with malicious intent, fingers grasped at the crotch of your panties, harshly pulling them to the side, and reached for the can of whipped cream.

“Ade, don’t you dare.” You warned him and tried to stop him, but with the position you were in, it was almost impossible to grab the whipped cream from his grasp.

“I don’t want the food to go to waste!” He argued back and shook the can in his hand.

The sudden coldness of the milky topping being sprayed on your privates made you flinch, even more so when Adrian also ran the tip of the strawberry through it, making sure he would get all the cream from you and the can.

“Savage.” You muttered with a smile after you saw Adrian plop the whole strawberry in his mouth, moaning at the taste while his fingers dug into your skin even more.

“Hey, it’s not my fault you’re the best dessert in the universe.” His mouth soon found home back between your legs, this time with no fabric in the way to stop him from directly attacking your heated flesh.

Although Adrian's balls posed an active bomb threat, his mouth continued to move at a leisurely pace. Slow dragging of lips, reverent sucks and deep licks into your entrance were the sinful things that coaxed low, soft whimpers out of you.

There was greed in his eyes, you could see it. For a moment, it wasn’t clear if the reflection of dancing lights was from candles on the table or his very own lustful flames burning in his eyes.

And for that moment, everything was peaceful. Just like you imagined this night would go. After some giggling whilst feeding each other strawberries, chatting about nonsense and a few sensual champagne-drunk kisses, you would end up in this exact position nonetheless.

In reality, you had to add one little thing to the equation of love, Adrian’s wildness that came along with erotic refreshments.

It was a usual sight of your partner with a lower face all messy with wetness and his own spit, except this time he made a mess with melting whipped cream, some of it even coating the bottom of his glasses.

Not that he minded.

Because all he cared about was to prepare you to finally take his dick deep inside so he could fill you up with gallons of sperm that miraculously spawned in his balls.

And also because he loved munching on some juicy pussy. Like a true gentleman.

Adrian stuck his tongue inside your dripping channel, seeking more of the sweet nectar he would drown in if you allowed him to. Your thighs tightened around his head when you felt the muscle swirl and flick around, making you mewl.

Minutes ticked by and Adrian’s patience was running thin. He was enjoying himself more than he might have let on, but the maddening throb between his legs was getting too much.

He pulled away seconds before stars could explode behind your eyelids, leaving your body humming with unsatisfied heat. You wondered if he had simply overlooked the signs of your close undoing, or if it was a calculated torment to leave you aching for him the same way he ached for you.

“I can’t take it anymore,” He slurred the words together, not that you were really listening to him while he manhandled you, lifting you with strong arms and settling you on his lap. “I need to fuck you, can I? Please, can I fuck you?”

Perhaps you were as needy as he was when your hands dropped down to the button of his jeans. There was simply no time to spare. “Yeah, yeah… Of course you can. This night was leading to that anyway.”

Adrian matched your urgency, helping you peel the denim and underwear down his legs and strip the shirt over his head, revealing skin that ached for your touch.

“You can take it, right, baby?” He asked a second too late, his throbbing cock was already being positioned at your entrance, the tip of him prying its way inside.

“You can take it.” He whispered against the skin of your shoulder before biting down.

Your longing matched his with each breath, oh, to be one conjoined being once again. Lose all those sharp edges and bounding formality, both of you needed to be one again. Melting of warm flesh, intertwining wanton hearts.

The slick of melted whipped cream, combined with your arousal, helped Adrian slide in with no real trouble and so you both could enjoy every millisecond of his dick inching inside your warm pussy.

Adrian was barely halfway in when you felt a familiar throbbing, echo of his steady heartbeat, and a sudden, never-ending rush of warmth filling you up.

You didn’t see it coming, literally. He gave no warning, no signal, no chorus of moans and guttural sounds. His canines stayed rooted in your shoulder; the only sound he made was the ghost of a whimper lost deep in his throat.

You had to wrench him off your shoulder, fingers tangled in the damp curls at the nape of his neck. “‘m sorry,” he murmured, barely audible. “Felt too good.”

And how could you not forgive him? Not when he looked like that. With blush spreading from his cheeks to his ears, mouth agape, eyes glassy and unfocused, veiled by the mess of his hair.

That charming look of surrender and complete submission, so rare to see.

It didn’t matter if he came home tired from work or beaten up from patrol, Adrian always had some energy stashed away to pound you into the mattress.

Without breaks, without complaints, he would always turn you into satisfied well-fucked jelly. And then, only then, would he allow himself to fall on top of you with a huff and rest his aching muscles.

It didn’t happen as often, but it was twice as rewarding when Adrian let you be in control. There was just something so magical about seeing a strong man, the Vigilante, whining, tossing and turning.

Whenever that meant you would be on top of him, under him, on your knees or just helping him tug one out after a bad dream while he lies cuddled to your side.

Each and every time he seemed like a fallen god, all he needed was a wreath in his hair, for he was already glowing. A radiant celestial being, now touched by a hint of human frailty.

Like the way skin around his eyes wrinkled from constant smiling, that stubborn curl that never stayed in place, the freckles scattered across his face and body like constellations.

Like that old saying, your freckles mark where past lovers kissed you. You were certain you had placed them there.

Perfect imperfections.

Maybe in your next life, you’ll have freckles wherever Adrian sank his teeth into you. Because while he pressed his lips to you, scattering love all over your skin, his bites came with an unyielding hunger and determination hard to overlook.

As if he was trying to pierce through flesh and bone, trying to suck out the marrow, desperate to get as close to your core as he possibly could.

“You’re still so hard, Ade. Are you sure you’re okay?” No matter how rewarding it felt to make him crumble so fast, you needed to make sure he wasn’t passing out on you or something.

After all, he just spurted a huge amount of cum, you could feel it seeping out around his still-hard length. Adrian did have stamina, but not like this.

His strong arms locked tighter around your waist, voice cracked and trembling, as he buried his face back into your neck. “Please… please, please, please, please…”

“Don’t stop, please, fuck me.” The words spilled from him like a prayer while he forced you to finally bottom out. “Ride me,use me. God, use me.”

Despite initial wariness, you started to roll your hips, enjoying the discomfort he gave you even after all this time.

Strong hands encouraged you with pushes on your lower back for a moment before they slid down to the globes of your ass to knead and dig fingers in the soft flesh.

Open-mouthed kisses were scattered over your shoulders, throat, and jaw, leaving heat in their wake. Raspy and whiny pleas buzzing through your skin.

And then he bit down again.

Right at the tender junction beneath your ear. On that delicate little spot. Adrian didn’t hold back this time; his jaw clenched as if he was trying to bite part of your face off. His teeth lingered on that spot even after you hissed from pain and grabbed him by the back of his neck. Not necessarily prying him off, just squeezing.

“If you’re hungry,” you said with a low tone, “there are still strawberries and chocolate on the table.” You were hoping the promise of actual food might deter him from gnawing at you like an unhinged cannibal.

He let go of your jaw and silently admired the imprint of his teeth on your silky skin. Then, still cradling you in his lap, he leaned forward and plucked the strawberries and half-melted chocolate from the coffee table, setting them down beside him on the couch. Casual, like he hadn’t just marked you with pure hunger.

Despite his lust-crazed mind he still cared, at least to the point where he put a juicy strawberry to your lips. But when you slowed down your little bounces to take a bite, sweet nectar smearing across your mouth and his fingers, his initial whining came back.

“No, no, no, please? Please don’t stop.” Fingers of his hand grabbed more harshly at your ass again, trying to coax you into a faster pace.

Strawberries be damned, no matter how tempting you looked savoring each bite from the sinful red fruit he held with trembling fingers. You could have thought you were in control however you wanted, but the moment Adrian threw caution to the wind and wrapped you in a tight embrace, keeping you in place, you were done for.

Chest to chest, sticky from both sweat and fruit, eye to eye, clouded with need. Adrian looked at you like you were his whole world, something precious to protect, even when his hips began snapping upwards with brutal pace.

You should have been embarrassed by how wet you were from experiencing this desperate, broken version of your partner that needed just one thing: release.

Well, to be fair, Adrian’s cum slicking up your cunt to the end and beyond was the biggest reason for his dick to be sliding so easily in and out.

And at this point, you didn’t care about his release dripping down on the couch and neither did you care when he put his fingers in the melted chocolate, pulling down the cups of your new lingerie, and painted your chest with it. Still warm sweetness coated your nipple as he plucked at it, circled his forefinger around it with fascination.

Neither did you care when he opened his mouth as far as it would go, almost mimicking a snake trying to devour poor prey, and then latched onto your chest with a heat that instantly spread through your veins.

Greedy, greedy, greedy.

Greedy for you, greedy for more, greedy to fuck away the insatiable need.

He licked off the chocolate with a low hum, pulled away, and repeated the process. Adrian was just a simple man enjoying mortal sins; gluttony and lust.

His noises buzzed through your chest when he refused to let go of your breast. There it was again, the starving urgency to mark you up with his teeth and to make you remember his presence days after.

If only his canines weren’t so sharp.

Rather than scolding your boyfriend, latched onto your tit, you focused on riding him good and hard. His hands helped you move up and down, meeting his frenzied thrusts from below.

Every clash echoed with wet squelches and the deafening sound of skin slapping. What a beautiful melody.

Your body went rigid after Adrian’s fingers found their way between your bodies, determined to make you finish this time. “You gotta cum, I need to feel you squeeze my cock.”

“No, you have to cum. We need to get that shit out of your system.” You argued with no real bite.

“I’m gonna cum if you cum.”

“Deal.”

If only arguments with dear Adrian Chase were as easy as this. Often, you argued about the stupidest thing in the world for the whole night. Like… No, baby, milk does not come before cereal.

Same as Adrian does not come before you. He just could not do it under normal circumstances. He had to make sure your pretty little brain was empty of all those unnecessary thoughts that distracted you from the most important part. Being filled up to the brim like a cream donut.

Few more bounces, few more grinds. A couple of high-pitched moans from your side and whiny grunts from Adrian and then…

And then… Those small sparks of electricity caused a full-on fire in your lower belly. Seizing everything in its wake.

A chain reaction caused your lover to throw his head back and grit his teeth as he let go for the second time tonight. Twitching, spurting, until he had nothing left.

Or so you thought.

“You gotta be kidding.” Adrian was still hard; you could feel it.

His dick was still snuggled tall and proud in your overstuffed pussy.

Carefully, you lifted off his lap, letting his cock plop from your insides, followed by a straight-up waterfall of his release. “Don’t even think about it.” You scolded him after you caught him zeroing between your legs and licking his lips.

The last thing you could take was his prying tongue, trying to compensate for the lack of dick in your cunt.

This was no time to give up though, you were sure he could get rid of that goddamned drug from Chris. So you did what you did best, sliding down between his legs, kneeling before him. His hand immediately dropped down to caress your blushing cheeks, then moved up to tangle in your hair and bring you closer to his erection.

You exchanged quick smiles; one that said ‘Don’t worry, I will take care of you’ and one with the simple message ‘Thank you’

Lingering kisses were pressed along his shaft, you could taste the tangy essence sticking to the velvety skin. It coursed through you like a narcotic with unsettling sweetness. Two lovers intoxicated by fairy dust and the ache of longing, spinning thoughts into one tangled mess.

With light touches you patted his strong thighs on each side of your head and without breaking eye contact, you took him in your mouth. Adrian let out a shuddering breath the second he felt the familiar welcoming heat.

You couldn’t help but smile with your mouth full. How many times had you found yourself in this exact moment, watching that familiar reaction? Countless times, yet it was still marvelous to see.

“My balls are so fucking full,” Adrian whimpered above you, leading your hand from his thigh between his legs. You silently marveled at the weight and pitied him at the same time. “Would you help me? Please, please help me.”

Even though he begged and pleaded with you, he was already shallowly thrusting into your mouth. Cock sliding along your tongue, aiming for your tight throat he intended to fill.

Inching deeper and deeper, with each push he made you swallow more of him.

You applied pressure on his balls whenever you gagged around him, a silent reminder to tone it down a bit.

Slowly but surely, he stuck his shaft down your throat, stopping only when your nose pressed against his abdomen, where his inner muscles twitched and stretched. You swallowed around him, tightened that little stuffed channel, and watched with glee when Adrian’s eyes fluttered closed and mouth fell open in a moan.

“You feel so fucking good,” his voice was strained, words barely making it out of his mouth. “Can I fuck your throat, baby? Yeah? Will you let me?”

He wasn’t asking for permission, not exactly, his hips already started moving at a leisurely pace. He knew you wouldn’t be against his cock sliding in and out past your lips, all shiny with spit.

“You always take my cock like a good girl. So good for me.”

Adrian never held back with praise once he got into the right mental place, once he regained control over his own body. And you did deserve it with the way you were gobbling his cock and helping him thrust away with hands on the back of his thighs.

He was in the right state of mind to pull away when you just briefly dug your nails in his leg. You gasped for air when his cock slipped out of your throat and made space for the precious oxygen to fill your lungs. “You good?”

Oh, of course you were. After a break you nodded and opened your mouth again, inviting him in.

Adrian slid home and shuddered at the feeling, “You have the perfect throat for me to fuck, you know that?”

His words may have sounded confident, though it did not take long before his moans grew faster, his breath shallower, and his thrusts more frantic.

His cock jumped in your mouth, throbbing and making itself known, as if you weren’t fully engulfed with it already.

“Don’t swallow, baby,” Adrian whimpered out in a strangled voice.

At first, your mind barely registered what he was saying. He normally asked for the exact opposite.

Tonight his thoughts, hazy with desire, wandered into uncharted territory, and somehow his slack-jawed mouth managed to speak the words. “P-please don’t swallow.”

And you did not.

Gosh, you did not.

His nails dug into your scalp, causing the most delicious pain to roll through your body while Adrian’s frame above you shook with ecstasy, hips stuttered as the force of his orgasm overtook him. “F-fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…”

The salty, bitter taste of him filled your mouth until you couldn’t hold it in and remnants of your boyfriend’s pleasure started making their way past your lips.

He pulled his finally softening cock out with a wet plop before he grabbed at your jaw and forced you to open for him. There it was, white and viscous liquid sitting neatly at the bottom of your mouth.

“Fucking hell, baby,” He sighed as his thumb rubbed along your jaw in appreciation. “You look so good with your mouth full of me.” Corners of your mouth twitched upwards in a lousy smile while meeting his green eyes that no longer radiated fiery lust, only the usual warmth and love.

“Keep your mouth open for me,” Adrian ordered as his hand tightened its hold on your chin. He grabbed another strawberry from the plate and turned to you with a wicked gleam.

Both of your breaths hitched in your throats when he dipped the strawberry in your mouth, making sure he gathered enough of his cum on the tip before he brought it to his lips, humming at the taste like it was the finest meal he had ever eaten.

“Thank God for strawberries,” Adrian murmured with a faint smile, placing the half-eaten fruit in your mouth. With a gentle nudge, he coaxed you to chew. Just minutes ago, he'd been unraveling before you, but now he quickly fell back into his usual demeanor.

And yeah… Thank God for strawberries.

They were one of the reasons the night went so off the rails. You were sure no other fruit would taste so good combined with Adrian’s cum in your mouth, complementing the bitter taste with its sweetness.

“Are you alright now?” You raised a question while Adrian rubbed your jaw in an attempt to ease the stiffness in your facial muscles. He sure as hell seemed alright, more than that, he was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

Stomach full. Balls empty. A satisfied man.

“Yeah, I think so, thank you.” It was such a simple answer and yet it lifted a heavy weight off your shoulders. Partly because you were happy your beloved was no longer feverish and partly because you earned a break from the overbearing passion.

By the end of the night you weren’t sure if you were sticky from the sheer amount of whipped cream, strawberry juice, melted chocolate or Adrian’s cum. In the end, none of it really mattered. What mattered was your sweetheart lying beside you, no longer hard, freshly bathed, wrapped in the warmth of your shared space, being truly sated and deeply loved.

The real dilemma was what to do with the aphrodisiac chocolate Adrian brought home. You should throw it out, hoping raccoons won’t sniff it out in your garbage and you won’t have to take care of millions of raccoon babies.

But a quieter voice in your head suggested something different. After all, that unexpected disruption had added a certain spark to the evening.

Keep the chocolate.

Keep the chocolate and thank Chris.

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starpearlz · 2 days ago

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Just wanna remind you all…. Superman and vigilante are in the same universe………. 👅

#vigilante peacemaker #vigilante x reader #superman #superman x reader #clark kent x reader #adrian chase x reader

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lanae111 · 7 months ago

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The only reason I haven’t slept with this man Is because he’s playing hard to get.

(He’s fictional btw)

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nobitchs-world · 1 year ago

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When y/n gets too annoying to the point you want to stop reading

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vigiluv · 5 months ago

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Help, i have a chronic obsession with nerdy and weird mfs

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strawyeriz · 1 day ago

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3 times adrian saved you + 1 time you saved adrian

pairings: adrian chase x fem!reader, brief 11th street kids x fem!reader (platonic) warnings: slight reader descrip (described as shorter than adrian, economos, peacemaker), reader described as having tits + vagina, blood, injuries (reader gets stabbed but offscreen) unprotected p in v, spitplay. wc: 2.9k notes: minors & ageless blogs dni. i lowkey didn't know how to end it and it's 3:30 am so ... :) but enjoy my first fic/real smut lol

peacemaker has an ugly habit, – well, several, if we’re being completely honest – he loves to put things on the highest shelf possible. and currently, peacemaker’s ugly habit is making your life harder than it needs to be.

the box of files atop the filing cabinet is mockingly staring back at you from where you sit at your own desk while your leg idly bounces. you try to list the number of ways to go about this with only adebayo accompanying you at headquarters. you had purposely planned your work this way, saving that box for last in hopes that you could just return the next day and ask economos for help. but it’s only 5 pm and the only other plans you had that night were curling up in bed and doomscrolling.

“you know –” adebayo’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts. “if you really tried, i think you could jump up and knock it over.”

“yeah, but then i’d have to pick up all the papers.” you offer back, spinning in your office chair to face her.

“well you glaring at it isn’t gonna magically make the box come down.” adebayo retorts, raising her eyebrows at you in a knowing way before looking back down at her computer screen.

you groan in defeat, making a show of getting up out of your chair before you reach the filing cabinet. you furrow your brow and stare up at it. it’s not that far, right? i mean, if you just put your foot on the bottom drawer and then just reaaach up to –

“and don’t even think about climbing that shit.” you hear adebayo’s voice from behind you. you turn around and she hasn’t even looked up from her screen. “‘cause my wife and i have a movie night planned and i would much rather do that than try to un-pancake you.”

cue another groan.

okay, maybe you can just try to jump and reach for it first? you’re oddly really adamant about not having to knock the box over and reorganize it.

you jump once and your fingers graze the cardboard box it’s in, a weird mixture of frustration and hope building in your chest. you jump again, curling your fingers in to try to get it to move in your direction. your method works and you jump a third time, fourth, then fifth to no avail before you hear a voice to your left.

“you look like that cat meme whenever you jump.” adrian tells you, mask off and hair a little unruly.

you turn to look at him with a confused look. “what?”

“y’know … like the one that’s waving its arms around all weird and hopping in place.” he waves his hands near his chest with a smile on his face, as if mimicking the cat. you can basically see him imagining the clip in his head just by his smile.

“um, well, okay.” you nod. the two of you just stand there staring at each other before he takes it as his turn to talk again.

“sooo, is it a new workout or–”

“the box, vigilante.”

“oh.” he turns to look at the cardboard box, as if he’s barely noticing its existence for the first time. he picks it up with ease before presenting it to you. “i know you guys think peacemaker just puts it up there so harcourt can ask him, but it’s probably really is just easier for him.” adrian attempts, trailing after you as you take the box and head back towards your desk.

you settle back in your chair, taking out the stack and assuming adrian was here to pick up something he’d left behind. to your surprise, he pulled up a chair next to your desk.

there’s a beat.

“you seriously haven’t seen that video?”

the look you give him is enough to answer his question.

you can tell he’s still looking at you when you turn your attention back to the files. you circle a few things and rifle through your drawer for a highlighter.

“here, i’ll find it for you.”

it was gonna be a long night.

today sucks. first, you found out your car had gotten scratched in the sketchy parking lot you left it overnight without someone even leaving a note. then, you got yelled at by peacemaker on the mission for missing a shot. the cherry on top of your shitty day was when you found out economos finished your favorite bag of chips at headquarters.

“i’ll just buy you another bag!” economos yells back at you, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration after being chewed out by you for the past twenty minutes.

“that’s not the point, economos!” you yell back for what seems like the fiftieth time.

harcourt has her head in her hands while peacemaker and adebayo watch the two of you bicker. you faintly remember adrian stepping out for a moment.

“then what is your point?” he asks, tilting his head in an unamused manner.

“that you ate my fucking bag of chips! without asking!”

“i’m going home.” he huffs with a roll of his eyes, making his way past you. “you’ll get your bag of chips tomorrow.”

harcourt gives you a semblance of a wave with peacemaker trailing behind her, likely off to ask her out on another date she’ll refuse. adebayo gives you a sympathetic look. “sorry about your car again.” she attempts, shrugging her jacket on. “and the chips.”

then it’s just you left in headquarters. the moment you watch adebayo’s car slip out from the parking lot, you feel the dam keeping all your tears at bay break. hot tears slip out past your eyes and you lay your head down on your desk, giving yourself a moment to just cry it out.

you don’t register hearing the door open. you do, however, feel someone poking at you through your jacket.

“go away.” you grumble from your desk, half-expecting to see economos back with another bag of chips.

“dude, my hands are starting to freeze, c’mon.” you hear adrian.

you sniffle and look up, your eyes having to adjust to the light momentarily before really taking a look at adrian. he’s standing there with his brow scrunched uncomfortably as he stares at his hands, a milkshake in each one. you wipe at your cheeks with the sleeves of your jacket before grabbing one.

he hooks his foot around the chair cylinder of the closest office chair and sits next to you. “last week you were talking about that burger place with a strawberry milkshake you said was better than the one at fennel fields,” he begins, unwrapping his straw by banging one end against the desk so it can break the paper on the other end. he bites the straw to pull it out, then stabs it into the drink. “and i was like, that’s impossible. ‘cause i make the best milkshakes, even though maurice won’t really let me behind the counter to cook anymore – says i get too carried away with the icecream –, but you were right about that taco place on 8th and civic, so…”

a smile spreads across your face as you listen to him, slowly starting to unwrap your straw. he finally meets your gaze in between all his talking, glasses slightly askew on his face. he scans your face, brow furrowing.

“were you crying?” he asks, words blunt and void of anything but genuine confusion.

you chew the inside of your cheek momentarily before answering. “... yeah.”

he blinks at you. “is it ‘cause of the milkshake?” he raises his eyebrows and leans forward a little. “oh shit, are you lactose intolerant or something? do you need lactaid? ‘cause i don’t carry lactaid on me anymore. not since peacemaker told me those things were just some bullshit made up by doctors and corporations.”

you let out a small laugh before shaking your head, already feeling the weight of your shitty day lifting off your shoulders. “no, no. well, yes, but it’s okay.” you quickly clear up, leaning forward a little. “it’s just –” you take a deep breath in. “– just been a long day.”

he relaxes a little at your words. and instead of leaning back in his chair, he scoots his chair closer so that he’s leaned back but still just as close to you. “well, if it turns out the milkshake sucks, we can always order to go at fennel fields. i get discounts.” adrian offers, eyes scanning your face after he speaks as if to gauge your response.

when you snort in response and stab your own straw into your drink, he takes that as a win. “good thing this milkshake is basically the best thing to exist on earth.”

“yeah right! maybe if puppies and peace on earth and mother nature and super mario odyssey and –”

“just try it, vig.”

you watch him shut up and finally try the drink.

“holy shit, this is fucking amazing.”

no one tells you how badly it hurts to get stabbed. you’ve seen vigilante and peacemaker get stabbed tens of hundreds of times over and over again, stitched them back up in the backrooms of headquarters, and watched them hobble off as if it was a normal tuesday. you were familiar with the healing process and that it probably hurt like hell.

“ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.” you groan out, hobbling on your good leg with adrian supporting you from the side you had gotten stabbed on into the backrooms of headquarters. you were in the same room you usually stitched up everyone else except this time, you were the patient. he gently helps you sit down before opening up the closet to rifle through it for a first aid kit.

“should be top shelf, adrian.” you tell him through gritted teeth, pressing down on your right thigh where you had gotten stabbed. his head snaps up and he grabs it, making it back to you in record time.

“i’m gonna – i’ll talk you through it, okay?” you ask through labored breaths, your hands starting to get sticky and warm with your own blood as you continue to apply pressure.

“woah, sexy.” he says absentmindedly before flipping open the first aid kit. “y’know, if i didn’t know any better, i’d think it’s your first time being stabbed.”

“well, it is.” you swallow thickly to which he makes a small ‘hmm’ noise at. “unbutton my pants.”

“what?” adrian asks loudly, brow furrowing and eyes popping out of his head at your words. “i mean, you’re hot and i really like you, but shouldn’t i – shouldn’t we stitch your leg first?”

“first of all, we’re wrapping my leg in a bandage, not stitching it.” you begin, meeting his gaze with an incredulous look. your eyes soften slightly at the sheer panic and confusion. “and second of all, it’s easier to clean my thigh if my jeans are off.”

“okay, well, maybe lead with that next time.” he tells you, but moves to unbutton your jeans anyway. “not like … i was expecting anything between us or whatever ‘cause we’re basically coworkers and peacemaker said there’s only enough room for one office romance.”

you lift your hips up to let him shimmy your pants down, still awkwardly trying to apply pressure to your thigh and ignoring what he had just said. he swallows when you finally kick your jeans off, eyes glued to your thighs and panties.

“adrian.”

“yeah, huh – yeah?” he raises his head towards you as if he’s listening, but his eyes are still glued to your thigh covered in blood with his pupils blown and lips slightly parted. the way he’s looking at you makes your stomach tighten with want.

“go get a rag and run it under hot water so you can clean it.” he nods but only gets up to go do what you said after you kick at his boot with your good leg.

it takes almost thirty minutes just to get your wound dressed, but adrian manages. the dressing is a bit tight, but for his first time, he did pretty well.

“do you really have to put your pants back on?” he asks, watching as you reach for your bloody jeans with a gaping hole through it.

you pause, looking over at him and squint for a moment before sitting back down next to him. “i thought you said there’s only enough room for one office romance.”

“i – pfft, i didn’t say that, peacemaker did.” adrian reminds you, raising a finger. “and i mean, it’s not … a romance if it’s … just sex … right?” he asks, lowering his hand and shrugging.

you blink at him, kissing your teeth. “i dunno, what do you think?” you ask, basically crawling into his lap.

“i guess it just won’t have to be romantic.” he watches you with a bated breath, big round eyes ogling at you.

“yeah,” you settle into his lap, being careful of your injured thigh and curling a tendril of his hair around your finger. “i guess it won’t.” you shrug before leaning in to kiss him.

“fuck – i – ‘m close.” you pant from underneath him. his bed is squeaky underneath the two of you. his hands are splayed across your thighs, pushing them flush against your chest so they’re folded in against you.

“y’re so wet, fuuuuuck.” he groans, leaning down to plant a kiss against your lips. he removes one of his hands to squish your cheeks together, effectively parting your lips, and then spits in your mouth. then, just as quickly, he dives back in to kiss you again. his tongue laves against your own, combined spit dribbling down your chin as he licks the inside of your mouth.

if there's one thing you've learned about adrian after having sex for a few months, it's that he loves it when it's messy.

he speeds up his movement, thrusts becoming more erratic and shallow. he leans back and throws your legs over his shoulder instead, leaning in close to watch you with his forearms bracketing your head.

"shit, and pretty, too." adrian has a dorky smile on his face when he meets your gaze. "like – like, niagara falls."

"wh – what, ade?" you manage out, his thrusts basically knocking the air out of you at this point.

he slows momentarily, grinding against that spot that makes you see stars. he can tell by the way your hole grips him tighter. "y'know, wet and pretty. like niagara falls. or – fuck, you're so tight – like, uhhh, lake superior?"

"erie is better."

"whatever. you're better."

you don't like the way it makes you smile and feel mushy inside. he's supposed to be rearranging your guts totally platonically! you don't have much time to think about it before he's jackhammering into your pussy.

"fuck, i'm gonna – gonna cum," you mewl out, throwing your head back against his pillows.

"shiiiit, yeahyeahyeah, i'll get you there. y'just – look at me." you quickly look back up at him and it makes his dorky smile shift into something more possessive. but he does as he promises. his hand reaches down to rub at your clit, his eyes never leaving yours. his glasses slide down his nose and he tries to push it back up by maneuvering his head to push his glasses against his bicep. you reach up to push them back up when his method proves fruitless.

"fuckfuckfuckfuck, adrian –" you squeal. with your back arching, you wrap a hand around his left bicep and dig your nails into it.

he hisses at the pain but doesn’t reprimand you, instead giving three shallow thrusts and leaning down to bite your shoulder before finishing. usually, you’d yell at him for not letting him let you hear him cum but you two had been toeing the line with his angry neighbors.

his balls are heavy against your sopping cunt, effectively soaked from a mixture of your wetness, both of your cum, and his spit. he hums against your skin, releasing your soft flesh from his teeth. he rests his head against your collarbone, letting out a soft and sleepy hum.

“i think i love you.” he says.

you still underneath him. he leans back, meeting your gaze. “i mean it.” and you know he does, adrian’s not the kind of guy to back down.

“i thought you said –”

“fuck what i said, fuck what peacemaker said.” adrian interrupts. “i like your face and your tits, but i also like when i get to cuddle you after we watch fargo even though you said the current season is trash and i like holding your hand after missions when we think no one is watching. i like you – love you.”

your mouth hangs open, eyes flitting between both of his. “and if you don’t feel the same, that’s fine. i guess. not really, but –” he closes his eyes and shakes his head. he opens them again and meets your gaze. “it’d be … cool if you did.”

you blink up at him, pursing your lips momentarily. “i think i love you too, adrian.”

“aw, fuck yeah!” he leans down and wraps his arms around you.

“i – ah – sensitive!” you tell him, shimmying away from where he’s accidentally still unintentionally grinding into you.

“right, sorry.” he plants a wet kiss against your cheek. he leans back a little to look at you. “so are we like boyfriend-girlfriend now?”

you let out a small laugh. “yes, adrian, we’re like boyfriend-girlfriend now.” you nod.

“sweet.” he smiles at you, leaning in for a kiss.

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strawberryloft · 7 days ago

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If Peacemaker was ever in a muliverse situation, I firmly believe Adrian Chase would find you in every universe

#blah blah blah #adrian chase #fanfiction #ao3 writer #adrian chase x reader #vigilante peacemaker #peacemaker show #dc comics

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lolcow4eva · 7 days ago

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random but does anyone else get major cuteness aggression when they see adrian?? like i just wanna squeeze him till he explodes cuz of how adorable he is or just eat him

#adrian chase x reader #vigilante x reader #vigilante peacemaker #adrian chase

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cryptic-doe · 3 months ago

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me when they're nerds with glasses and lowk big muscles.. 🤤🤤

#nerdy boys #dave lizewski x reader #dave lizewski #charlie slimesicle x reader #charlie slimecicle #adrian chase x reader #adrian chase

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arrowurboat · 1 year ago

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when my favorite writers respond to my asks/reqs

#rowrandoms #type shit #giggling and twirling my hair #james potter x reader #klitz x reader #peter maximoff x reader #spencer reid x reader #peter parker x reader #bob floyd x reader #bruce wayne x reader #edward nashton x reader #five hargreeves x reader #the riddler x reader #adrian chase x reader #eddie munson x reader #matt murdock x reader

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lovely-foxes-exe · 1 year ago

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#jason todd x reader #josh hutcherson x reader #carl grimes x reader #benny weir x reader #adrian chase x reader #peter parker x reader #steve harrington x reader #luke castellan x reader #harry james potter x reader #ticci toby x reader #kinger x reader #pete martino x reader #joaquin torres x reader #Robert Reynolds x reader #mark grayson x reader #dr henry loomis x reader

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zo2mess · 2 months ago

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Bliss In Vegas

Summary: The team landed a mission in Las Vegas, because what could possibly go wrong in the world’s most innocent city, right? Fast forward through a whirlwind of chaos, and somehow no one got hurt… but you woke up in bed with Adrian, nearly naked, and two ring pops on your fingers.

Warnings: 18+ Brief smut, hand stuff, spit stuff, alcohol consumption, crude language, I guess that’s it? (Morning breath! I’m so fucking sorry, it was all I could think about when I was writing this. Just ignore it exists for a while O_o)

Word count: 4.4k

Masterlist of my works

Note: Adrian in tighty whities with beer all over him made me incredibly feral and ready to finish this little thing I started few months ago. Eh, it is something I guess? I just wanted to get over it.

And listen, I have never written about 11th Street Kids before, except for Adrian; apologies if any of them feel weird.

You know the saying? What happens in Vegas…

“Don’t stay in Vegas,” Harcourt sternly noted at the end of her little briefing of the next so-called mission. The fact that they still needed to take care of some stray swarms of butterflies even after terminating the cow was inconvenient, said mildly. “We do our job and go back, no random stops in any of the facilities.”

Those butterfly survivors would eventually die of starvation, but ARGUS was suspicious of large groupings of them in certain areas. They could be spending their last days together as a species, or maybe, just maybe, they’re trying to find a way to stay alive and find a new source of food, which was a dangerous idea.

One of those groups was flying free between casinos and strip clubs in Vegas, Nevada. Really troublesome area to be sending this team. It was practically screaming disaster.

“Why are they sending us? I thought we were done!” Leota protested, exchanging a questioning look with John who was in the same shock as her. Vegas was way out of hand and the last thing she wanted was to spend time away from her wife and furbabies.

“The official reason is that we are now experts on butterflies when it comes to terminating them-“

“The real reason is that we are seriously underpaid and we’re a cheap workforce” Economos interrupted Harcourt in a matter of seconds, saying the real reason for the little trip awaiting you.

Chris with Adrian, on the other hand, were doing their best not to let anyone know how excited they were. You could feel Adrian vibrating out of his skin next to you. No doubt he was already thinking how he and Peacemaker will stop crime, get wasted, and cruise some bitches. The real question was how they would break free from Harcourt's gaze and go astray. “Wait, you guys are getting paid?”

One way or another, this outing in Vegas was bound to be legendary.

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The whole mission felt like a dream, after shooting up butterflies it was already too late to be driving back home, so Harcourt allowed crashing at a hotel until morning. You would think everyone felt like you, exhausted after the long trip and crashing little alien bugs, but no.

Chris and Adrian were pretty much excited to be hitting the town, and a person would think Adrian would at least clean his boots that still had alien goo all over them after he cheerily stomped on butterflies all day.

It wasn’t just the casinos, bars, and strip clubs waiting to strip lost souls of all their money. On the lit-up alleys, lined up were hustlers with classic shell games, women imitating peacocks adorned with faux gold and feathers, shady watch sellers, and more or less inconspicuous pickpockets. And just like tigers in a zoo, it was best to simply watch them pacing impatiently in circles, but anyone who would stick their hand into the enclosure quickly lost it.

All these predators, performing various tricks to catch their prey, prove once and for all that human creativity and the desire for money know no bounds.

In the end, you could not just lie in your hotel bed when Las Vegas was right on the other side of your window, teasing and luring with colorful blinding lights and loud music playing from every corner, the better side of Vegas. Plus the second Adrian put on his puppy eyes and whiny begging tone you were a goner.

How could you say no?

And that was the beginning of the most memorable night you did not remember.

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When you stirred awake you felt too hot and cold at the same time, head pounding and the ringing in your ears didn’t make it easier to open your eyes. The strongest hangover you ever had was making itself known, though hangovers usually don’t make you feel you are being pushed into the mattress and making your hand sweaty?

No, no, that wasn’t sweat, was it?

The morning sun shining into the hotel room immediately blinded you when you tried to open your eyes, but you managed to at least get a look at what was causing at least half of your discomfort.

Adrian.

Nearly naked Adrian lying on top of you.

Adrian that was drooling all over your fingers as he sucked on the ring pop on your finger from his sleep.

What?

His frame completely enveloped your body, transferring his body heat to you and making you feel breathless. Adrian lounged in just his boxers and once you looked around your room you found piles of clothes all over the small cheap hotel room.

His jeans on the ground, glasses on the bedside table, His holey socks hanging from the edge of the bed with… your top and jeans? Then whose shirt were you wearing?

Adrian’s room was right next to you, why was he sleeping in your bed?

Too many questions, too little answers.

You tried to gently ease Adrian from your body and roll him to the side, but goddamn, was he heavy. You could try again and again and he just wouldn’t budge.

He groaned from his sleep because of your constant nagging but he didn’t move an inch, at least he stopped sucking on the lollipop, “Stop wiggling, I’m gonna get a boner." Gods, how could his voice sound so raspy and whiny at the same time?

“Adrian! What are you doing here?” You slapped his shoulder in an attempt to wake him up, which finally worked, he lifted his head while he just barely opened his eyes, blinking away the blurriness of his vision. Those half-lidded green eyes and tousled hair did something for you, it was hard to admit it though.

“I would be sleeping if you weren’t slapping me and making my cock hard” He mumbled nonchalantly and settled back on your chest, nuzzling to your boobs like it was the most normal thing to do. “Your tits are amazing pillow, you know that?”

Another slap. Another yelp from Adrian.

Under different circumstances, you would have enjoyed cuddling with Adrian, it’s not like you were completely resistant to his charm, or whatever that illuminates him, which makes him so enamoring.

But not right now, not when you had no idea how you got to bed, how he got in your bed, why you were almost naked, when your head was pounding, and also…

Why did you both have ring pops on your fingers?

You didn’t notice it at first, but once you did, it made gears in your head turn really hard to put one and one together. You took his hand in yours, studying his blue raspberry ring pop and comparing it to your strawberry one, but other than the fact yours was way smaller and wet from Adrian’s constant sucking, nothing stood out.

And Adrian didn’t even notice something was on his finger until you lifted his hand. Unbothered king. He was getting on the rest of your nerves that remained after the wild night.

“Oh my god! Twinsies!” How was he so cheery in the morning? He must have drunk a similar amount of alcohol as you did, but it seems his body doesn’t believe in hangovers.

When you started pushing him from your body again, he finally rolled off onto his back with a loud huff. What a way to wake up, hangover in a Vegas hotel. The only thing missing was an Elvis impersonator singing under the balcony. ‘Thank you, thank you’ he would mumble with that deep voice as you would throw a few cents at him.

Adrian laid still extremely close to you, shoulders touching and all, and stared at the ceiling with a dumb smile on his face while you were panicking next to him. How did this happen?

“Do you remember anything?”

“Nope.”

“Aren’t you concerned?”

“Nope.”

“Do you think we fucked?”

“Nah, you would have felt it.”

“You mean with that thimble of yours?”

He just snorted, tilting his head to the side to laugh right in your face. You didn't even have the energy to question what was so amusing about his thimble dick. But for that moment of Adrian laughing at you for no apparent reason, it felt like a normal day. Like you were back at HQ, relaxing on one of the worn-out couches with Adrian in his armor beside you, chatting about something ridiculous while polishing his knives and rolling his head to look at you, trying not to smile.

However, it all vanished away when Adrian lifted and knelt on the bed and a bunch of casino chips started falling from his boxers. Chip after chip pooling around his thick thighs. And it looked like he was surprised in the same way you were.

The right question would probably be why he stored his wins in underwear, second, why he went to sleep with them, and the third one…

“How did you win so much?”

“My brother taught me how to count cards, it’s really easy once you get the hang of it. But that doesn’t matter right now, what matters is that I need to exchange these crotch doubloons for real money,” He collected his chips and started admiring them in the morning light shining directly at him. “I am gonna be so rich, dude.”

Those little coins with fluorescent details flooded the room with colorful reflections. Spots of blue, green, red and pink decorated the furniture as well as your skin. If your skin wasn’t already buzzing from Adrian’s touch, you would be able to imagine the light tickling you.

“Come on, we’re going to get even more drunk to celebrate me being a fucking millionaire,” Adrian’s face lit up, what a fucking sunshine, you wanted to punch him in the face when he grabbed the blanket shielding your lower body from his greedy eyes. The cold air in the room was relentless, enveloping your body and leaving goosebumps in its wake. You could not get a break with the dumbass.

“Goddamn, do you wear this pathetic excuse for panties under your suit?” Adrian let out a wolf whistle and stared right between your legs without any shame. “You should have told me that sooner!”

Your panties? What was wrong with them?

One blurry look down and you know exactly what was wrong. “Those are not my panties.”

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t have white lace panties.”

“Wait, wait,” Adrian leaned extremely close to your crotch, examining the red embroidery that decorated the hem of mystery underwear. “Here it says… Congratulations to the happy couple from Bliss wedding chapel.”

“Say what?” Your eyes nearly bulged out of their eye sockets. The embroidery was a sign of something horribly dooming. White panties from the wedding chapel really weren’t a good thing for someone who did not intend to get married. And oh, the horror of wearing something gifted from a drive-through wedding chapel.

“What,” Adrian replied to your shocked words with a confused look. It seemed like he did not realize what it meant. Either that or he didn’t care at all about being married to his colleague.

“Ade, are you even registering what that means?” It was like your heart dropped down to your stomach. Did it mean what you thought it did? Were you fucking married? In Vegas? And without remembering anything?

“Oh my god, are you my wife?” He lifted from between your legs, which was fucking painful thing to do when the thing he wanted the most was to be buried between them. His face weirdly lit up, unclear if with shock or happiness, “Am I your husband?”

“No, that must be some misunderstanding, right?” You jolted up, scrambling out of bed with a bunch of uncoordinated jerks of limbs. It was a miracle you hadn’t fallen right on your face. Damn those sweet juicy drinks that weaken your brain!

“We need to talk with others, they must know something, right?” You were more or less talking to yourself, babbling how it is impossible you got married with freaking Adrian Chase without remembering anything.

Adrian was still too absorbed in those chips on the bed and the ring pop on your fingers. One of his focuses meant he won money, the other that he was married, and the third, pretty, pretty thing in front of him was his wife. He completely ignored your panic, it was whatever.

He never was the kind to believe in fate, but goddamn, he must have done something really good to get all of this in one night.

“Ade, are you listening to me?” You almost touched those chips, fingers mere inches away, before you realized that Adrian had these shiny knick-knacks stashed away in his boxers the whole night. Your hand hovered above them, eyebrows furrowed.

“Oh, I see how it is,” Adrian watched you with a dumb smile, “Are you afraid of my crotch doubloons?”

“I don’t want to touch something that was near your dick” As simple as that, did he think it was normal?

“So you’re afraid of my dick” His smile widened with every word, he had that stupid expression on his face you still couldn’t look through. You had wondered several times what was going through his mind at those moments when his face twisted maliciously.

“I’m not afraid of your dick, Adrian.”

“Then touch it.”

“Why would I be touching your dick?”

“To prove you’re not a coward.” That stupid face was literally asking to be punched, but would that help your case? He looked abnormally good when he was hurt. “Plus, if we are married, we should consummate the marriage, right?”

“We’re not in the Middle Ages, Ade, we’re not married and I’m too hungover anyways”

Adrian noted in his mind that you didn’t say no because you didn’t like him outright, you said you had a hangover. This could mean two things; That you didn’t like him and hid it behind a lame excuse of drinking too much yesterday, or that you were actually hangover but did like him.

That must be the case. At least he hoped.

All this time, he was hoping you might get the hint that he liked you. He tried to be discreet, sending small signs like he saw in movies and read on Wikihow.

Make eye contact, look down, hold, slowly look back, look away, soft smile, scratch your neck, lick your lips, make eye contact again, wink…

And all this time you thought he was cursing you across the room when he tried this in team debriefings.

Being discreet was so unlike him, but he hoped it might seem normal, not like his usual attempts at flirting. And that was the problem. Adrian Chase, a guy desperate to share his every thought, sending subtle signs? Who could have caught that? Not you, that’s for certain.

“I mean… What is a hangover anyway? It’s when alcohol levels in your body drop to zero after heavy drinking. And one way to remedy that is drinking more,” He knew way too much for his own good, though after multiple horrible hangovers, he needed to know what was happening to him.

“Maybe if you finally got laid you wouldn’t be so cranky all the time, it's like a hangover” He finished his speech with a look that screamed anything but innocent.

Your blood suddenly grew hot, how dare he say you don’t have any game? Your hand shot up between his legs, touching him just like he dared you.

You fell right into a trap.

Say what you want about Adrian, he was stupid but not dumb. He hunts down criminals, he must know a thing or two how to trap his victim, how to get what he wants. Right now, he got you right he wanted. On a hotel bed, dressed just in his shirt and wedding panties and your hand on his dick.

Lucky bastard.

And you… You were a lucky bastard in a way too.

You could fondle his cock any way you wanted. This image haunted your dreams more than once. And what fool would you be if you didn’t take that chance.

Though the surprised look on your face was not something you imagined, when you got a good feel of Adrian ‘Thimble’ Chase. He was already semi-hard, and it made you wonder what caused it. Was it when you were nudging him in his sleep? Or when his nose caught a whiff of you while reading your underwear testament?

Maybe you would have to spread the word that your now husband was Mr. Definitely not Thimble.

You began running your hand up and down over him, slowly but surely making him even harder than he was. Adrian managed to keep his wide and confident smile just for few seconds. One gentle squeeze on his base, one swipe of your thumb over his covered tip, and he was a goner. His sparkling eyes fluttered closed, and this time, when he licked his lips, it didn’t look like he was licking away sauce from pasta at Fennel Fields.

While his hips gently rutted further into your touch, his hands shot to your hips. Strangely, he was slick with his touches, before you even knew it, his fingers were running under the sides of your white lace panties, just oh so desperate to feel your soft skin without anything else in the way.

“Is my tongue still red?” Adrian asked before sticking his tongue out, baring the surface of his tongue colored in deep red. What a weird question to be asking when you’re getting your dick fondled, though at this point you shouldn’t be surprised.

“Still very much red, why are you asking now?”

Adrian just grinned and eyed you up like a predator. Something was stirring in his mind.

Before you could ask him for the meaning of his question again, he lifted his hand with the big ring pop on his finger and pushed it into your mouth.

The second flavor of blue raspberry burst on your tongue you couldn’t blame him for sucking on your ring pop all night and drooling on your fingers.

While you enjoyed the artificial taste coating your taste buds, Adrian stared at you with a slack jaw and soft whimpers falling from his mouth. “Fuck, I wish you were sucking me like that”

Suddenly, he pulled away his hand, making you whine at the loss of your lolly. It didn’t take long before you had something else to focus on with your mouth though.

He practically lunged at you with his lips, pressing them against yours and setting a pace too fast for your sluggish mind. Adrian’s tongue demanded entrance in your mouth and before you could even register what he wanted, he was pulling at your chin, opening up your mouth for his wandering tongue.

You desperately wanted to match his frenzied pace, it was all too much and yet so good.

Adrian didn’t lick around your mouth like you would have expected, no, quite the opposite. He flattened his tongue over yours, making sure surfaces painted in red and blue brushed against each other.

Oh, so that’s what he was doing…

He wanted to combine them. Red and blue create purple. It would be a beautiful symbol for your new, and very very strange, marriage. Purple can, among other things, symbolize mystery, exactly that clouded over last night. It was still a mystery how you two ended up together. Did it matter anyway?

In the end, he was licking into your mouth like a dog. Panting like one, too.

When he pulled away from the kiss, a string of spit connected your swollen lips. Stretching, stretching, and stretching until it broke and landed on both of your chins. As you were reaching to wipe it off Adrian latched his lips onto your chin with unseen eagerness. The main idea was to help you with the excessive saliva, though he only made it worse.

He trailed open-mouthed kisses from your chin, across jaw, over cheeks, and ended by your ear, “Should I prove I’m not afraid of your pussy?” He whispered before licking the shell of your ear. One of his hands trailed the ring pop over your arm, leaving a sticky trail, while the other began prying between your legs.

“Wow, look at that,” He dared to chuckle after he slipped his fingers under the crotch of your panties, feeling your heat for the first time. You believed Adrian would comment on how wet you were for him, for Vigilante. But no, of course not.

“Your pussy doesn’t have teeth like I thought it would!”

And at that moment you promised yourself you will kill him right after he makes you cum. Not sooner nor later. As a simple warning, you tightened your grip you had on him over the boxers that were, much to your surprise, already stained with precum.

Let’s see how happy Adrian will be when he realizes his wife is a praying mantis in disguise.

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You didn’t bite Adrian’s head off after all, he looked too cute after you made him finish in his underwear. That boyish grin, puffy lips wet with your cum after he licked his fingers off with proud bravado, lively eyes that shined almost the same way as his casino chips…

No, you might just keep him a bit longer.

At least he stopped with his nagging while you took a shower together and dressed in clean clothes. All this time, Adrian watched you like a lost puppy, begging for affection. Each time you gave him a chaste kiss, he stopped whining for a mere second.

While Adrian was hungry for more kisses, and undoubtedly something more, you were actually hungry for some food and coffee or green tea to get you going for the day. So you made your way to the hotel’s small dining room.

Adrian threw all his casino chips on the table between breakfast plates and mugs, they clinked against the ceramics almost too loudly for your poor pounding head.

Everyone’s eyes fell on shiny colorful chips, Leota put down her butter bread so she could reach for them, thankfully you grabbed her wrist right before she could get her fingers on the chip lying next to her plate “Don’t touch that.”

She shot you a questioning look but trusted your judgment. No need to tell her where these chips were, especially if they were in the middle of the table and too close to food.

“Did I get married to Adrian yesterday?” You asked without any humor in your voice, eyes flickering between every single one of those guilty faces of your colleagues. Adrian, though, did not care at all about this little investigation. He was too blissful with married life to even question it.

“It was one of the weirdest ceremonies I have ever seen,” Leota cracked first, “You didn’t even want me as your bridesmaid! You chose John!”

Your eyes landed on Economos, sipping his coffee to hide from you, “I did my duty well” was all he added.

Then you took a good look at others, Harcourt kept staring forward, digging her fork in some scrambled eggs. Chris, on the other hand, was already showing Adrian photos on his phone and Adrian was smiling widely, pointing out small details from your wedding and muttering how beautiful you looked, wearing cheap-looking veil you rented and holding a bottle of vodka instead of a wedding bouquet.

You joined him, and all that anger and confusion blurred for a brief moment. You looked happy in those photos. Laughing, chatting, eyes sparkling like they haven’t for a while. Every single photo was suddenly so precious.

Those were your lost memories.

And the way you were holding onto Adrian, so tightly and lovingly… All those small details didn’t escape either of you. Adrian nudged you with his elbow “We look good together”.

And you did. You really did.

Flushed, drunk, happy.

With the promise of the team explaining on the way home, you dropped your investigation of last night and settled to finally have some breakfast. Both you and Adrian get the leftovers in the form of yogurt. “Snoozers losers,” Chris added.

It was like you and Adrian had already synchronized, peeling the lid off, and licking some leftover yogurt at the same time. And in the meantime, everyone around the table could get a pretty good look at your purple tongues.

“See?! See that?” Chris called out way too loudly while pointing at you, “Did you stick your dick in her?”

You nearly choked on your own saliva at that question. Who even asks that? Especially during hotel breakfast? Some people from other tables turned around when they heard it, eager to know what the hell was going on.

But Adrian smiled, lifted his hand and wiggled his digits “Just my fingers.”

A symphony of disgusted noises came from your team, suddenly your yoghurt didn’t look as appealing as it should. But hey, maybe there will be a time when you won’t be able to eat yoghurt without thinking of Adrian and his-

“I made sure the guy marrying you didn’t have a license for it to be legitimate,” Harcourt finally spoke up, much to the dismay of the rest of the team.

“Which was a fucking mistake! You know how hilarious it would be if these two goons were married for real?” Chris chimed in with a booming laugh just from the idea of the night of the outing ending in one happy couple, drunk out of their minds.

Weight dropped from your shoulders upon hearing you weren’t married for real to Vigilante over there. It was like the air finally cleared, and you could take a deep breath of that crisp morning air. You caught Adrian doing the same, sighing in relief.

But if you were for real, it also stung a little. Somehow, while you made your way to breakfast earlier, you already started planning what to do next. Who will move to whom, when you should go and change your name on your ID to Chase, if you should get rid of your coffee machine so Adrian wouldn’t have too much disposal of caffeine…

While you were lost in your head, thinking whenever you were actually happy or sad the dumbass next to you wasn't your partner for real, Adrian simply leaned closer to you and whispered with that dopey smile, “It’s fine. Next time I’ll be marrying you, I want to remember it.”

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