There were three things Adrian did better than anyone else in the world: jerk off, talk dirty, and make a camera fall in love with him.
Currently, he was doing all three.
"Alright, you thirsty goddesses," Adrian cooed, lounging shirtless under the soft glow of neon pink lights. The camera framed him just right—glossed lips, sculpted abs, and that damn look in his eyes. The look that said I know you're watching this under a blanket with one hand free. "Tonight's stream? Something special. Something filthy. Something… patriotic."
He reached under his desk and pulled out a glossy 8x10 photo of Natasha Romanoff—aka Black Widow—dressed in her tight combat suit, one heel pressed against a HYDRA agent's chest.
The chat went feral.
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NatashaSimp4Life: I'm already wet
ThirstyDoctorJane: That picture better get BATHED
MILFQueen6969: SHOW. US. THE. DICK.
Badgalwanda: Don't tease me daddy.
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Adrian grinned, biting his lip like a sexy cartoon villain. "Ladies, calm down—or don't, I kinda like it. You voted for this. I deliver. That's the Wilde Promise."
He placed the photo against the headboard, right above the silky red pillows, and adjusted the camera downward just enough to show the waistband of his designer briefs—a tease so powerful it could shut down power grids.
Slowly, dramatically, he pulled them down.
The chat nearly exploded.
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CertifiedWidow: JESUS.
Peggy'sPanties: WHY IS IT VEINED LIKE THAT.
Shehulksmashme: I NEED A CIGARETTE AND I DON'T EVEN SMOKE
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He wrapped one hand around himself and groaned into the mic like a man possessed by horny demons and soft jazz. "Natasha," he moaned, eyes rolling back like he was seeing the sacred timeline. "You cold, red-haired vixen… choke me with your thighs and feed me bullets…"
The chat was now legally considered a war zone.
Somewhere across the world, thousands of women squirmed in unison. Some put their phones on Do Not Disturb. Some texted their exes with regret. A few passed out like Victorian ladies watching a vampire take off his coat.
And then it happened.
With one final thrust, Adrian let out a sinful growl and painted the Black Widow photo with the kind of tribute that could get him banned in 27 countries.
Silence.
Then the chat went berserk.
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Hornyhistorian: WE ARE NOT WORTHY
Sokoviaslut: THAT'S A NATIONAL HOLIDAY NOW
ThirstTrapTwins: Odin bless this man and his holy fluids
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But just as Adrian was reaching for a towel with the swagger of a man who knew damn well he just made internet history, his second monitor blinked.
Ping.
Ping.
Ping.
Notifications: 99+
He clicked open his mentions on Twitter. Big mistake.
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@SlutForWilde: I TAGGED BLACK WIDOW. SHE NEEDS TO SEE HER TRIBUTE.
@MILFBlooded: @Avengers look what your assassin queen inspired
@ChokeOnCream: We salute him.
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His fans were deranged—and he loved every second.
Then came the collab requests. So many he had to scroll with both hands like he was fighting a final boss made of titties and desperation.
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@ASMRKittenLust: "I want to moan while you whisper filth in my ear. I've got a whipped cream mic and no gag reflex. Let's make music."
@GothGoddessGrind: "You spit in my mouth, I slap your ass. That's the theme. Interested?"
@CuckqueanCandy: "My boyfriend watches. I don't. You do the math."
@CrunchyBooty69: "Let's do yoga together. Nude. With oil. You're flexible, right?"
@ThirstTrapTwins: "We're twins. You're Wilde. Let's make history."
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He coughed. "...I'm gonna die."
Sponsorship emails were flooding in too:
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"LubeXtreme: Want to be our face—and dick—of the new campaign?"
"NaughtyNuggets.com: Free fried chicken for life if you film a scene eating wings off your own abs."
"OnlyCamzPro: We'll triple your cut if you post a behind-the-scenes of your... tributes."
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His brain was short-circuiting from the sheer number of women asking to be "used like Natasha's photo."
Then came the personal DMs.
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MilkBabeXX: "Spit in my mouth. Please. I'll fly myself out. I'll bark."
CumThirstyV: "I tagged Natasha in the tribute video. If she doesn't respond, I might die. But like, happy."
BigTiddyTrauma: "Just say my name in your next stream. That's it. That's the kink."
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Adrian sat there, towel falling to the floor, jaw slack, ego hard.
He looked into the webcam—just instinct now—and muttered, "I might've just changed the internet forever."
Ping. New follow
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@OfficialOnlyZans: We love what you're doing. Let's talk.
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He blinked. "I either just got famous, or I'm about to get sued by an Avenger."