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Summary: You think you're different from other girls, til a demon proves you wrong. Part 1/?
Word Count: 2,662 Masterlist
Warnings: explicit language, demon summoning, read at your own risk 18+, first POV, smut in part 2, demon entity is explicitly referred to as they/them.
You've read this story before. Girl gets lonely, gets desperate, and makes an ultimate sacrifice just for a little companionship. A dark entity shows up in her room late at night, while shes in pink lace panties, looking so innocent; as if she wasn't the very one dabbling in dark magic. She plays fearful and ignorant; while its all consuming, drop dead gorgeous while luring her to her demise.
This would have been that story, if I were wearing pink underwear and didn't know better than to play dumb with a demon. The floor beneath me dug sharply into my knees as I encased myself in a large circle of salt. A protection barrier. I lean back on my heels, striking a match to light the various candles around me. I blow the match out when im done, dropping it beside me. With one last look around the room I stand up, pulling the light cord on my ceiling fan, plunging me into a darker candle lit ambiance.
I sit back down, crossing my legs, straightening my back and assuming somewhat of a meditation pose. Closing my eyes I start to focus on what i'm contacting. A demon, warped skin, inhuman in color, either too pale or jet black like a shadow, fur, hooves, horns. I imagine every version of what the entity i'm summoning could look like, some with razor sharp teeth, some with black holes for eyes, others with festering skin and saliva dripping from their chins. Everything we've been taught, theyre monsters, winged creatures.
I imagine them hearing my call from the depths of hell, that they could hear my desperation and they couldnt resist. I imagine them coming to me, climbing out from the shadows casted by the candles. Maybe they'll slowly come into the room, turn my door handle and crawl right up to the salt barrier.
I start whispering my offering, a real one. I'm not selling my soul, not when my life is the most valuable thing of all. Years of service, I could do. Service better done alive. It was a risk, there's no telling what it would have me do, the danger it causes to others, but its a risk I have to take.
I put all my intention into my whispered offering, telling the entity everything I'd do, how far id go if it gave me what I wanted. What do I want, well thats a million dollar question. One i didn't have the answer for, not til I spoke to this entity. Til I saw what it was capable of granting me.
A heaviness lands on me mid whisper. Like a weighted blanket was added to the air. I can hear the air conditioner still running in the house, but the air was still. I dare to peel my eyes open. Seeing the corner of the room straight ahead. The candlelight flickers and I can see that its empty, the doors still closed.
I slowly drag my eyes to the next landmark in my room. A chair in the corner opposite of the door. Empty. I feel my hair stand up on the back of my neck, my eyes automatically keep shifting further down the wall of my room. If something is in here, its behind me.
My head starts to turn from the force of my eyes desperate to see an apparition. Empty. Empty. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Legs in my line of sight. Legs in my line of site. Something is standing right behind me, at the edge of the salt, standing over me more like. My breath catches, my eyes widen as they focus and realize im looking at pants, black linen pants, dress pants. I blink once, probably way too hard.
Instinctually I look up during the period my eyes were closed. Opening them to see the face of what I summoned. What I dont expect to see is a human man. A normal human man. I wasnt astonished by their sharp jaw or piercing blue eyes, they looked real. Too real. Like the skin on their face had actually been aged by the sun. There was a more than short stubble covering the lower half of their face like they hadn't had time to shave before being summoned. It had gray in it, peppered around. There were heavy lines around their eyes like they'd used the muscles to show expressions of all nature.
Their eyes, they were blue. But they werent piercing, they werent electric, they werent locked on to me. Their blue was covered with a gray fog, making them darker, the candles didnt emit enought light to really make them shine. They were watching me, studying me too.
Did they hear my offering? Did my desperation draw them here? Do they know what I want? What can they do? What will they do? I slowly stand, not breaking eye contact with the being. I need to be strong. Look strong. Exude confidence and be resolute. I cannot show them any weakness.
"Identify yourself." I say, my own voice scaring me. I hold their gaze, almost daring them to defy me. Standing in the center of the salt, my feet feel cramped in the small space, at odds with knocking over candles everytime I move.
The entity doesnt react at first. Theyre still taking me in. Their eyes finally darting down to my mouth when I speak. Then a slow, measured smirk sketches its way across their lips. They draw their eyes back up to mine. "You already know what I am." They say it like a fact. A fact that has my stomach dropping.
"What can you do?" I ask, I figure, if I ask them anything specific, they'll tell me exactly what i want to hear. Anything to get what benefits them. I keep my face neutral, showing a lack of amusement or fear, two things I know they expect from me.
They must not like my attitude, because their expression slowly becomes less cocky. More like a calculating one. I watch as their lips curls up to bare their teeth, "Things you cant even imagine." They say cryptically, their eyes dragging down my chest.
My chest that rose rapidly, something I couldnt hide, my heart like a drum in my ears. "What are you willing to do, for what I offered?" I reword my question, but its still the same.
"I could make your life easier, solve your problems for you." They say, only an idiot would take the words at face value. I knew i wouldnt like how they solved my problems. They'd twist my words. One moment im complaining about my job, the next I dont have a job anymore. Solved the complaining. Or wanting a certain person out of my life, could mean death for them. I dont want that.
"You assume I have problems," I bite back, not being able to help the defensive feeling bubbling inside me. "What I want, is to feel something.". The words tumble out, I dont mean for them to sound so desperate. A crack. One the demon sees. They smell it like blood in the water.
I watch the little light in their eyes get brighter. A slow smile spreading across their lips. "I could make you feel something." It offers seductively. "I could make you feel things unearthly", the smugness radiating from them could make a nun swoon. My eyes take in their form, theyre presenting as an attractive middle aged man, what made them think this was tempting to me?
"I didnt summon a demon to fuck them." I say bluntly. Its true, I wanted to find new experiences, live life on earth on a different level, thats how I want to feel things. Not sex, how mundane. How predictable. It almost amused me, this is the form they thought would tempt me.
My words don't effect them, their smug smirk still in place, their hands resting in the pockets of their dress pants casually. As if this wasnt a blasphemous deed, dealing with a demon. "You dont want to fuck me?" They say, the words falling from their lips in a scandalous tone.
My jaw works itself tight, No, I dont want to fuck a demon. That's desperate on a whole new level. But knowing they presented this way for a reason, knowing, they saw an internal need for an older man inside me. I cant deny, this form is perfect in every way. Id drool if I saw him walking down the street, my friends would tease me for it. They would gag at my taste and laugh. But somehow, this demon knew; if this man really was standing infront of me, id want him.
"Not you." I shake my head, "I know this isn't really you." I say, more so confirming it for myself. I sigh, closing my eyes to clear the idea from my brain. I hear an amused huff, "so you do approve of the form I chose, hm?" It twists my words.
My eyes snap open and I look at them again. Shit. Its reading between the lines. "I never said that." The denial was evident, they already knew they chose well.
They raise their brows at my refusal, not believing it. Their hands slide out of the pockets theyre resting in, coming to fold behind their back. They take a step back, walking around my room. Taking in the pictures on my walls, the trinkets on my shelves. "Why dont you step out of that salt and I can help you." It urges lazily, not even trying to sound tempting.
A dry laugh escapes me, "I'm not that naive, once I step out of this circle, you can do whatever you want." I argue, a small glimmer of hope they'll prove me wrong.
Their denial comes fast, a sharp turn on their heel to face me. "No, I can only do what you've asked of me. You want to feel, I will make you feel. I will snap every nerve ending and then build them up again, only better. You will experience paradise without leaving this room." It says, the temptation only growing inside of me. I shake the thought, no, this is a basic demon tactic, I can't fall for it.
"No, that's not what I want" I say, reiterating I want life experience, not sex. But I do want it, with him, this form they've chosen to present in. It knows how to use this skin it wears against me. Those blue eyes are soft, hopeful almost, and they bore into mine, not flinching away, looking at me like i'm the only woman in the world. Its sadistic how much its working.
I square my shoulders, looking away from them, a deep sigh leaving me. "I want success, favor, a step ahead in everything I do. I want health and energy. I want to travel the world, soak up everything at my fingertips. And I want no one to get hurt for the sake of it." I say clearly, thats my contract.
The rooms silent, like theyre thinking over the terms. I dare to glance up, but im met with that same evil grin, and theyve stepped closer to the circle again. I try to pretend that didnt scare the shit out of me. "Thats it?" It grins, baiting me.
I feel unsure now, like I havent asked for enough. "Yes..." my eyes narrow slightly, my hands clenching at my sides. Are they gonna argue with me about what I want, because im hard to convince.
A chuckle leaves pink lips, straight white teeth flashing as he laughs harder in my face. "Thats it?" It says again in an amused higher tone. "You innocent little lamb." A shake of their head. "You summon a demon for that? How dim are you?" It insults me with light laughter accompanying his words.
My lips part, an offended furrow coming to my brow, "You want me to be sorry im not asking for mass destruction? My request too tame for you?" I say, more confused with where I went wrong. Their laughter dies down, a small knowing smirk left, "Youre trading your service, for the life of a rich elite in return?".
I swallow, when they put it like that, it does sound a little dramatic. Maybe its possible for me to reach that on my own, by working hard. But ive lived this life, its not easy to scrape by, living day by day. It was impossible to get a leg up. "Yes." I say more resolute.
My eyes waver as they glance up at them. Almost seeing if they believe me. Im met with the same smirk, but now the look in their eyes is one of contemplation. It looks like their shoulders relax when they sigh, but thats too human of an expression.
"Whats first? An overnight internet success? Do you need your single to get discovered? Whats the first thing you want?"
I blink, "I want...my grandmother's cancer to go in remission so I can leave this town without guilt." I say, still thinking this is gonna be on my terms. Bitter amusement spreads across their face "tsk tsk tsk, you don't know anything do you? Naive little girl." It mocks me. "I cannot change the inevitable, the cancer has already done its damage, she doesnt have long left." they say, smiling like denying that request pleasured them.
A frown finds its way to my lips, I knew what they said was true, but it didnt make it any less jarring to hear aloud. My suspicions are confirmed then. And I dont know what to ask for next. "Then bring me an opportunity to get out. Somewhere alive, New York or Los Angeles." I say already expecting their rejection.
"I can do that." It says quickly, too fast, like it didnt matter what I said next, they were going to agree. Their eyes are locked on to me now, and I do feel like prey. Something has changed in the air. Like they know something I dont.
My eyes narrow as I step back in the circle, finally showing my first sign of fear. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I call it out in the open. Their eyes drag over my body slowly, "Youre offering to me, your service, I'm contemplating what I want first" it says.
My blood runs a few degrees colder, how could I be so callous, I didn't think they'd be cashing it in now, I thought id live how I want, then they got their end of things. Surely they could make me do whatever they wanted. The contract was signed already, the second I lit the candles and conjured them. Im realizing how underprepared I was to begin with.
"Step out of the circle." It says, like a dare. I find myself shaking my head no like a child, their gaze pinning me in place, another inhuman expression of hunger in their eyes. "Cmon now, you wanna get out of here? First you gotta step out of the salt." It grins.
"Whats gonna happen if I do...?" My heart beats out of my chest now, with the weight of the situation.
The sweet voice of the man theyre using as a skin drawls out "I get whatever I want, remember? And you cant stay in that circle forever, you'll die of dehydration before I leave or give up." Their sweet tone was a stark contrast of their morbid words.
I know theyre right, so I finally muster up the courage to raise my foot, slowly stepping out of the safety of the salt. My eyes not leaving them, afraid they'd jump onto me the second im out.
"See? That wasnt so hard." It steps forward, again and again til Im forced to look up at them. "Now its my turn.".
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
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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.”
so this is something inspired by an ask by the lovely @hazynbabyblue, hope you guys enjoy reading as much as i did writing hehe <3 as always comments and reblogs are super appreciated xoxo
adrian chase x reader, stalker!adrian chase x reader
warnings: sadistic, voyeuristic and stalker behavior. rough sex. hints of noncon. SMUT. please read at your discretion since this may have upsetting or triggering topics for some people. Content is obviously 18+, MINORS DNI.
Adrian is restless as he drives back to Evergreen, his knee keeps bobbing up in place, hands on the wheel and eyes on the road, yet his mind is anywhere but.
Thank god the near week-long mission was finally over, it was really distracting him from his priorities.
From his daily patrols as Vigilante, his routine. From you.
His nightly visits since he had first saved you a few weeks ago had grown from sporadic to almost every day.
Because he needed to make sure you were still safe. Duh.
Nothing to do with him not even thinking straight without a daily fix.
Nothing to do with how easy it is for Adrian to climb up high, hide in the pitch black darkness, hidden by the branches of the tree that stands right outside your window.
To watch you undress and put on that oversized t-shirt you always wear after work, watch you dance around the room to a tune he hears in his head 24/7 now.
Adrian’s mouth twists upwards at the memory, even starts humming the song on reflex.
God you just make it so easy for him to watch you lay in bed, to see you slip a hand inside your night shorts, moaning pathetically into the emptiness of the bedroom. The faint obscene sounds reaches his ears every now and then.
Some special nights, he even gets to see you use your toys.
“No fuuuuucking way” He had whispered to himself as he looked on for the first time in utter disbelief.
The wide open curtains, your blissful ignorance.
The way you were using the rubbery material so aggressively to pleasure yourself. It was making Adrian all but choke on his own damn spit.
His hand mindlessly glided down to grope and tug at his groin, subconsciously imitating the rhythm and push of your own hands. The tightness in the lower part of his suit growing unbearable.
Adrian shuddered with every grace of the fabric against his skin, his little shattered cries blending in with the noise of foliage swaying around with the wind.
No one around to hear his debauched whimpers. No one to see the crime fighting Vigilante rubbing one out, out in the open. Like the peeping pervert he actually is.
No one to interrupt the private show that you were unknowingly giving away just for him, almost every day.
“Hey, can you park right up here?” Chris interrupts Adrian’s blatant daydreaming from the passenger seat of the Sebring.
“Wait- Hold on. I thought you said I was taking you to your place?” Adrian asks with a few confused blinks, shifting in place on the drivers seat, incessantly trying to hide how rock hard he is.
Just thinking about you does that to him now.
“What are you? A fucking Uber?” Chris retaliates with unwarranted yet unsurprising aggressiveness. “I just need you to snatch something up for me. My new King Kobra vinyl just arrived”
Adrian’s face goes pale as he starts maneuvering towards the sidewalk, the music store emerging in his line of sight.
He gulps, loudly. Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
This is where you work.
Yeah. He's followed you here a couple times too. Y'know, just making sure you dont get mugged again on the way to work or back. No other reason.
“Why can't you go pick it up?” Adrian protests, voice whiny and petulant. His palms are growing damp with the mere idea of having to walk in there and face you for the first time, up close, no glass window in between and on top of it all, without his Vigilante mask on.
He already knows Peacemaker wont let him scurry away from this.
"What the fuck do you mean why? I almost got my leg fucking blown off yesterday!" Peacemaker argues in his high octane voice, hilariously gesturing to his heavily bandaged limb. “You want me to walk in there like this? I could barely get in this fuckass car-"
“Yeah well, I got shot in the back three times so-" Adrian interrupts with a nasty twist of his head, doesn't appreciate the insult to his car. And clearly hiding something too.
Not that Peacemaker gives a shit about any of that really. He just wants to get home and play his damn record and sleep for the next week or two.
Theres a charged silence as Chris stares at him in incredulity, a glare Adrian pretends is not there as he faces forward in annoyance.
“Alright cut the bullshit okay?- That was days ago and you literally shot up outta the gurney like it was fucking nothing” Chris near yells, because of course he knows about Adrian's regeneration powers. “So stop being a little prick and do this for me”
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Adrian's heart is literally lurching from inside his chest just watching you type out the name of the album into the system.
His hands are clammy at his sides, all the filthy images he's memorized begin flooding his vision uncontrollably, incessantly and blindingly fast.
Because fuck, you're ten times hotter than he remembers and now he can even see the hem of your black underwear peeking out from the top of your jeans.
The same one he's seen you take off a dozen times before.
Adrian's eyes only just manage to snap back up in time before you catch him staring at your midsection, looking as if he were in some kind of trance.
"You're a friend of Chris?" You ask, with what he assumes is a very convincing customer service smile.
He registers your mouth moving but not a single word that comes out of it, he gawks at you for a second before the words begin decoding in his brain.
And then his stomach falls out of his ass for an instant, at the thought of you knowing anything about him at all. Because he's the one who's supposed to be doing the stalk- wait no, protecting.
But then, it immediately clicks, the receipt he just gave you has Christoper Smith's name on it.
"For sure! we're more than that actually. We're best friends, besties! i guess is what most people would call it nowadays-" He word vomits, subconsciously tries to impress you.
At that you giggle, and Adrian swears he might just sink into the wooden floor. He loves that sound.
"Well he does have an unconventional yet amazing taste in music" You offer with a cheeky raise of your brows, as if you're sharing an inside joke with him.
Adrian stares blankly, clearly and quite understandably not putting two and two together.
If anything, theres only a flare of jealousy that starts inside him.
Chris has known you all this time?
How did this escape him? He had been so fucking thorough.
"Same goes for his friends apparently" You clarify, giving him a knowing quirk of your mouth. That alone, makes an idea that only a second ago Adrian would have never even thought possible pop inside his head.
Holy Shit. You are flirting with him.
He huffs out a sheepish laugh, not sure what to say next, because all the blood is rushing to his dick and all his brain is capable of thinking is that he wants you so so freakin' bad.
Wants you two to kiss, to fuck, perhaps even get married.
I mean- He already knows almost everything about you, it only makes sense.
What time you get in and outta bed. Your favorite coffee place. All the songs you play over and over. What kind of food you like. He knows what your favorite candle smells like. He knows about your closest friends, even knows where some of them live.
More importantly, he knows exactly what gets you off, how rough you like it when you fuck your-
"Looks like your boyfriend was out patrolling with Peacemaker last night." An unrecognizable voice comes from behind you.
Adrian is seething at the interruption, his eyes are burning holes into the side of your coworkers face before the sentence manages to snap him out of it.
Boyfriend?
He's pretty sure you dont have a boyfriend, i mean, he would know.
But Peacemaker? Last night? Adrian's thoughts reel with the implications.
Your coworker and friend stands beside you, phone in hand, doesn't spare Adrian a single glance before he turns the screen to show you videos of Vigilante and Peacemaker destroying some private property and overall causing mayhem.
"Can you knock it off! I just think he's cool" You laugh light-heartedly with a push of your friend's shoulder, but theres an embarrassed blush that immediately rises to your cheeks when you meet Adrian's eyes again for half a second.
So they were flirting with me. Adrian thinks, his pulse quickening. As if he needed any more confirmation.
The notion of this, along with the fact that you are basically admitting to having a crush on Vigilante right in front of him, its all making him slightly nauseous. But like, in a very very good way.
"He saved my life y'know?" You try and argue, a deceitful dreamy sigh destroying your facade.
Adrian can't help but reminisce and grin stupidly at the memory.
God did he enjoy knocking that asshole that tried to mug you straight into the fucking pavement.
His stomach flips just recalling the image of you standing next to him in shock, splatters of blood (not yours) soaking your clothes and hair, the shaky sound of your voice as you thanked him for coming to your aid, your body trembling with fear when he approached right after ending the job for good, a maniacal laugh startling you as he introduced himself as the Vigilante.
It was all Adrian needed for a full blown obsession to fester within him.
Turns out, it was all you needed too.
"Yeah and you've wanted to fuck him ever since. Whats new." Your friend snaps back with an infuriating mocking laugh, as if there aren't any customers around.
As if Adrian isn't standing right there, pupils blown wide and mouth fully agape.
All the nightly visits start flooding his mind, images of you moaning out an indistinguishable word as you arched your back like some damn contortionist. Oh shit.
"You want to-" Adrian repeats your friend's words unconsciously, as if that will help digest the damn near gut punch that this new information feels like.
But then theres the synchronized snap of you and your coworker's head at the shock of him even chiming in.
Right.
"I mean-" Adrian corrects himself with a shake of his head, before things can get even weirder, if thats possible. "He is indeed insanely cool! I dont think anyone could blame you for uh-"
"Jesus fucking christ!" You bark with an embarrassed laugh, lifting your arms up in surrender.
"Just go grab this from the stock that arrived this morning will you?" You snap at your coworker as he whistles sarcastically, pushing him to go on his way with the name of the album printed out.
But then, it's just you and him again.
Adrian has to control the god honest smugness that is taking over his features, but still, his shining eyes and slightly upturned mouth carry the same weight of it.
"Sorry about that." You say, sounding a lot more nervous than when he first walked in.
The unnerving glint in his stare is causing your skin to prickle too.
"He's not my boyfriend by the way. I dont even know who he is, honestly it's stupid-" You blabber out, feeling the need to salvage the situation.
But Adrian sulks at those words, twists his mouth in disapproval.
"Not stupid at all actually" He comments, the irony of it all tickling his insides.
He debates on whether he should tell you the truth about his alter ego Vigilante right in broad daylight, with Peacemaker still waiting in his car. But he's too much of a professional to do that.
Besides, he's got much more pressing and urgent matters to act upon now.
"What time do you get off work?" Adrian interrupts before you could reply with something else, it barely sounds like a question, theres not a hint of casual romantic intent or wonder in his voice, only an urgency and impatience that would sound concerning coming from any other guy.
To his unknowing advantage, Adrian's painfully and dangerously your type.
You were even actively anticipating he would ask that question almost as soon as he walked in, when you so clearly and shamelessly saw the outline of what he was hiding inside those jeans of his.
"In a couple hours" You answer, a coy little smile forming on your lips. "Here let me give you my number, i'll text you" you insist, eagerly reaching in to your pockets to find a marker.
Adrian laughs internally as you grab at his wrist and turn it upward to write on his palm.
He already knows exactly what time your shift ends, knows that this is the day you usually stop to buy take out for dinner and down it completely while watching some shitty horror movie.
"I'm Adrian by the way" He comments with a nonchalant shrug even though theres goosebumps erupting all over his body. His eyes are expectant, because he needs you to say it back. Your name.
This is the first time he hears it, loud and clear. The final piece of his ever growing puzzle. And you give it away, so freely, it almost feels like he's cheating.
And you, so ignorant to not think about it twice because god is he cute with those stupid spectacles. I guess this is what they call poor survival instincts.
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There was something rather off, something that maybe you should have pondered for a minute or two before allowing Adrian Chase into your home.
Someone you literally just met.
Something about the way he had started to edge towards a parking spot near your apartment complex mere seconds before you had let him know it was right up ahead.
The worrying thought pops into your head when it's already too late anyways.
It resurfaces for only an instant before Adrians tongue is slipping inside your mouth, moaning like a man who god honest sounds like he's being tortured or stabbed to death. His hands are everywhere it's incredibly distracting, your hair, your neck, your chest, your ass, as if he cant decide what he should attach to first.
Adrian's sounds are high pitched and so incredibly noisy, you can barely focus on the blaring warning sirens going off in your mind because of them.
He drops to his knees on the hallway before you even reach your bedroom, grabbing on to your jeans and pulling at them on the way down as if it were too important of a task to leave for later, aka just a few steps ahead.
Adrian finds what he's looking for, a complete unfiltered close up view of your underwear.
"God,-" He chokes before he attaches his mouth at the skin right above them, licks a painfully long stripe upwards until he reaches your mouth again. "Those are soooo fucking hot-" He says, and sure it's a normal enough comment to make, but it's the way he says it that makes your breath hitch. It's knowing, almost reminiscing. Your skin crawls with something you cant quite distinguish.
Is it arousal or some gut instinct to run away? A nervous laugh is all you can muster in response.
You were doomed from the beginning.
Because you're already sobbing into Adrian's mouth before you even get the chance to tell him you need more time to properly accommodate his length inside you.
Adrian is relentless, harsh, determined.
He fucks like he knows. Knows that you like it when it stings.
Still he laughs in surprise when you involuntarily tighten around him for the first time, quicker than you have ever experienced, quicker than he has ever seen from you thats for sure. "Holy Shit! you're like sooooo easy to break in" He says, with a pitiful whimper of his own.
"Has anyone fucked you like this before? Kinda seems like i'm the first with the way you're basically swallowing up my dick already-Fuuuuck!" He buckles above you, feeling a second wave hit you so hard his own breathing is cut short, his movements requiring ten times more effort with how you're clenching around him, even your arms and legs lock around his frame with a tight grip.
His questionable choice of words are not registering, if anything, they're only making you turn your head to the side, avoiding his eyes and his face, trying to distract yourself from how aroused they truly make you, the sensitivity growing unbearable but simultaneously not enough.
But you still shake your head no. Because it's the truth.
Because this is something that had been kept hidden in fantasies, behind thick curtains and a durable glass of shame.
But Adrian sees you. For longer than you could have possibly imagined.
For longer than you would have ever allowed him to.
"I guess thats why you usually just fuck yourself with your hand or those insanely big toys huh?- How the fuck does that not hurt though?- Like, holy shit! the way you use them-" He comments with a tactless laugh right against your ear, moans at the words like it's the very thing thats driving him to go harder, snappier.
Like he's not dropping the most insane, most revealing, most self-condemning information.
"But I'm better right? Fucking- please tell me I'm better, It would really mess with my self esteem if you were to tell me I'm not doing-" He continues, his voice going thin with the effort it takes to talk.
"How the fuck do you know that?" You ask, head snapping back to meet his eyes, blood rushing to your ears, heat flooding your face, heartbeat so intense it nearly blinds you.
And yet, you dont push him off you. And yet, you're still shaking beneath him.
"Adrian what the fuck are you-" You near sob, in worry? in pleasure?who really knows at this point.
"You should reaaaally think about closing the blinds before doing all that shit, like c'mon- there are some real perverts out there you know?" He admonishes, severing the blame from Adrian to Vigilante for his own amusement.
It all finally clicks.
"How long have you been spying on me?" You ask. Voice breaking, tears flooding your eyes in fear and utter shame.
"I mean- probably as long you've been fucking yourself thinking about Vigilante-" Adrian humiliates you, a scary and impersonal smile rises on his lips, a tight lip one that reaches his eyes but in a way that makes his face all the more deranged to look at.
