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thetorturerwrites · 1 year

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Lylas

Summ: Adam Sackler was never one for beating around the bush, but this level of blunt was beyond comprehension - even for him.

Notes: Purely self-indulgent filth. There will probably be other parts to this because I cannot get it out of my head, but I have no set time frame for it. Also, I do not apologize for the extraneous world-building in my smut. That's just how I roll... (Also also, some of this might be in response to the fact that not everything has to be squirting...)

“You should let me fuck you.”

The cavalier way he said such a bizarre thing made you short circuit. Astonished, you stopped mid-shoelace-tie and stared up at him. Adam Sackler was never one for beating around the bush, but this level of blunt was beyond comprehension - even for him.

“What?! Why?”

He grinned down at you because, with you right there on the ottoman, you sat eye level with his dick. With that cheshire grin turned on you, you unexpectedly forgot how to breathe. You’d never looked at Adam that way before, but with one question, he upended your world view. Adam was lethally beautiful, and he knew it. Shaggy black hair swept back and forth over his dark eyes to match his moods - off to the right for mischievous, low over the brow for brooding. It was easy to admit he was a looker, but you’d never considered him to be anything beyond that. A big, glaring red flag permanently hung over his head since the day he walked into your house. Now, though…

He certainly watched, and enjoyed, the struggle going on in your mind and not-so-casually slid both hands smoothly, purposefully into the pockets of those well-worn, low slung, faded blue jeans and leaned his hips forward at you. Of course you looked. Who wouldn’t? Catching yourself, you forced your eyes up to his green t-shirt, but that wasn’t much help because it fit him offensively well. Painted on would be an understatement. Adam was all wide shoulders and shelf-like pecs, and suddenly, you understood his sex appeal. Forcing your face into a placid mask, you waved him off and bent to finish tying your damn shoe. Time to get the fuck out of this room.

You forgot, however, that you’d asked him a question.

“One, you bring home shitty dudes. Two, I don’t want to date. After that last bullshit…”

The last bullshit being the most recent round of Hannah and Jessa, both idiot girls who ran roughshod over Adam and his tender heart. On more than one occasion, you’d seen fit to murder one right after the other, but nobody could tell Adam anything. He was a right pain in the ass and a whole pervert, but he was also kind and doting, a thing those two heifers took advantage of too often. He was also stubborn to a fault, and when he believed a thing, or when he wanted something, he would pursue it 100%. He’d believed in them, but even he had to admit they were trash in the end.

“... this would be the perfect solution.” You realized he’d not stopped talking while you took that mental break, and you struggled to focus. “One stop shop.”

Shoe finally situated, you stood, pretending not to be acutely aware of the way he watched you smooth the wrinkles from your plum blouse and rub the wrinkles out of the thighs of your pants. Masquerading as confident, you jabbed at the air between you.

“First? Rude.” Although, internally you admitted you brought home shitty dudes. They never seemed shitty until they walked out the door, leaving you unsatisfied and annoyed. All dudes were shitty, though, weren’t they? There was no earthly reason to believe Adam was any better despite how much he believed himself superior.

“Second? Jim and Carly would shit kittens.”

Jim and Carly were your parents - his mom and your dad, specifically. They met in Tahoe on a Friday and were married by the following Sunday. Secretly, you believed Carly was in it for the money because Jim was - no two ways about it - loaded, but she genuinely seemed to love your dad. After all the heartache he’d endured, you found you couldn’t begrudge him that happiness, even if it made your teeth itch. In a blur, the Sacklers moved into Jim’s mansion on the hill, filling it with more noise than either of you could remember. With internships, college, and the damn economy, it made sense for everyone to live at home; so, you all had to learn to live together.

Well, sort of. Jim and Carly never stayed home long enough to get used to anybody, really. Jetsetters, they called themselves, which left the rest of the household free rein.

At the mention of your part-time parents, Adam took a step forward, brow piqued, lips pursed.

“You in the habit of sharing all the naughty details about your love life with dear old daddy, baby sister?”

He only called you that when he wanted to rile you up or when he wanted something - both true in this case.

“Me?” You laughed, a full-on, hold your belly laugh. “Ha! You’re not exactly shy about the vast number of “dirty sluts” (you even treated him to finger quotes) you’ve found in the area, Sackler. You don’t need to tell us anything about your love life, you shit, because everybody already knows!”

Wiping delighted tears from your eyes, you shook your head. It really was too absurd.

“No, this is… too weird, and not for nothing, it's kind of creepy. I promise you’ll find shiny new sluts to fuck just around the corner at what’s-her-face’s block party. But please, wait five minutes so I can vacate the premises before you do whatever it is you do.”

Adam loved it when you laughed. He spent an inordinate amount of time trying to make you laugh because your eyes sparkled in such a pretty way, and your face softened all over. To put it plainly, you lit up from the inside. After Hannah’s crazy and Jessa’s perpetual moodiness, he simply enjoyed watching you laugh because it was easy to get you to do it. Easygoing and whip smart, he found he enjoyed the mental sparring with you because you could keep up, and you weren’t so fucking dramatic.

That started everything.

Soon enough, he couldn’t get you - or your laugh - out of his head. Finding out about all the other faces and noises you made infected his brain. Now, when you laughed, his eyes trailed away from your face to the rest of your body because he wanted to see the effect of that laugh all over you. The bob of your breasts when he got you particularly good, the way you often held your waist and huffed at him, drawing attention to your generous hips - the details of you affected him far more than they should have and made him want to affect you just as much.

If he was completely honest, he didn’t give a single shit if Jim or Carly ever found out. He was pretty sure he still wouldn’t give a shit if your relationship was by blood rather than marriage. He was going to fuck you. It was only a matter of time.

“Those are good reasons, baby sister, but that’s not a no…”

The problem was that Adam was right.

“Hey, uh..” The shitty dude you’d escorted to your front door turned at the threshold, beet red and stammering. “I’ll call you, yeah?”

You didn’t even remember his name.

“Sure. Yeah. Whenever?”

Probably more abruptly than you should have, you shut the door in his face and then let your forehead fall against it with a loud thud. You threw your fists in the air, irritated and crabby. Meeting him was nice. The party was pleasant; the wine flowed freely. His kisses tasted like candy, and the way he nibbled your neck was delightful.

After the banter, the ride home, and the bourbon, however, Rick… Robin?... Roger? Yes, Roger was all talk and no substance. His bed-game was decidedly lacking. All he’d accomplished was a nice warm-up, whiskey dick, and no grand finale for you.

“It's. -thunk- Not. -thunk- That. -thunk- Hard!”

“Whatcha’up to, kid?”

You shrieked, jumped a foot off the floor, and spun with fists raised to knock the threat out, in theory at least.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Sackler. You scared the shit out of me.”

Rubbing at your sternum to calm the racing of your heart, you slumped back against the door. You concentrated so hard on regulating your breathing that you didn’t hear him shuffle closer. Nor did you notice him leaning over you, his thick left arm braced on the door above your head, until his crooked index finger lifted your chin. Only then did the alarm bells ring because damn that was a sexy move. And Christ on a cracker he smelled good - salt from the ocean blended with caramel spice. It made your mouth water.

“Feel like now’s the time for I told you so,” he quipped, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Tell you what…” The arm that was overhead slithered over your torso, settling a good bit of his weight across your shoulders. “I’ll do this, and you can tell people I forced you.”

He winked, and a second later, his warm hand slid into your DIY sleep shorts. You’d worn the ugly cut-off sweatpants pair to dissuade your date from lingering. Now, you wished you’d found an actual pair of pants because the shorts only gave away how traitorous your cunt was. Skillfully, Adam’s middle finger found the groove between your tacky labia, using the residual (barely) slickness from your failed attempt at sexy times with… Rufus? Ryan? Regardless of his name, his touches were clumsy compared to this. Adam kept an even pace and the exact right amount of pressure, sliding in the perfect way to coerce more wetness from your entrance and carry it back to your swollen clit.

You croaked, straight up sounded like you swallowed a frog because as his fingers defiled you south of the border, his stare wrecked you up north. His beautiful brown eyes were whiskey warm tonight, softened at the edges but intently focused upon you. You could get drunk on those kinds of eyes. If he gazed at all his conquests like this - as though nothing else mattered - you understood the pull. It moved, his stare, from your eyes to your mouth and back. You nearly begged him to kiss you but this was already so strange, so taboo.

And yet… and yet…

He’d never been so fucking pleased to be right in his life.

All he had to do was get you there, and he’d win the argument. Roman, a guy he met on the track, was manufactured to be an idiot and would never figure out how to fuck right, even if his life hung in the balance. How he'd managed to even meet you was beyond understanding.

Adam, however, had been fucking since he was 14, and he’d long since learned all the magic buttons. It was the one good thing to have come from his years struggling with sobriety. Replacing alcohol with sex taught him a lifetime’s worth of skills. Skills he now used to pull another squeak from your pouty mouth. Each time the pad of his finger caught your hood, the reluctant peep you made shot straight to his dick. He wasn’t sure if he would manage to not fuck you tonight, but he reminded himself that he had to play the long game.

For a solid 30 seconds, he rubbed only at your clit, back and forth, back and forth. He set a very specific rhythm that had you twisting beneath him deliciously. Your yelping grew louder and louder until one in particular cracked, and that was his cue.

“Hold my shoulder.” He nudged your nose with his to get your attention and nodded when both of your hands came up to rest on his chest and biceps. “That’s it.”

He couldn’t help himself from licking at the way your mouth popped open when he slid his fingers inside of you. The way the corners turned up was too tantalizing to ignore.

Mother Mary of God… He was inside you. Granted, it was only his fingers, but they belonged to your step-brother. Your face burned, but the hundred objections your brain conjured died at the back of your tongue because fuck, they were good. Two fingers, middle and ring, had you whining like a schoolgirl as he carefully, deliberately explored you. He wasn’t awkward about it like every other dude who’d been in your pants. He didn’t stab at your cunt as though he’d miraculously grown a jackhammer for a hand.

Nope. He took his time, slow and steady. He noted the angles and ridges that made you moan. And when he found that perfect spot, the spot that made you curse far louder than you intended, he stayed right there. There was no in and out anymore, no poking or prodding. Once he found it, his touch shifted from up/down and in/out to side to side. You came unfuckingglued. All ten fingers dug into hard flesh. You all but leapt into his arms as he rubbed at your tight bundle of electric nerves from the inside. And the more you responded, the faster he went.

“There’s nobody here, kid. Let’s hear it.”

You couldn’t have swallowed the cries for every dollar your dad invested in this huge-ass house. Your hips bucked against Adam’s expert manhandling, chasing that elusive sort of orgasm you can only get from someone else. Closer and closer it crept. Tighter and tighter you wound. From you knew not where, you found your voice, though it was scratchy and broken.

“D-don’t stop un-until I sh-sh-shake.”

His dark brow lifted, but he didn’t argue. It was a thing hardly anybody knew (because hardly anybody could fucking deliver), but a great orgasm, a really fantastic one, made you shake. Not tremble. Not wiggle. A full-body, clack your teeth kind of shake. On another day, you’d have been embarrassed to tell him that, but you watched determination change his face from amused and entertained to keenly interested. His efforts inside your cunt multiplied until you went rigid. He wanted to see it, clearly, but more than that, you wanted it, salivated for it. Right here on the cusp, you didn’t care that it would happen at his hands.

With your head tipped back, eyes screwed shut, and mouth agape, that hot-wet bud of ecstasy finally bloomed, and you wailed. It was electric, shooting sparks into your fingertips, but somehow, in the very middle of it, both of your hands wrapped around his wrist on the off chance he’d stop right at the best part, which they all did, but Adam only chuckled and carried right on fucking you stupid with nothing but two fingers.

Vulgar sounds squelched out around his fingers to accompany the vulgar things he whispered in your ear. Dirty girl with your pants around your ankles. Are you always this easy? Who’s the best big brother ever? Your pussy gushed; your ears rang. You rode his fingers like a champion, reveling in the quake and the rag-doll rattling of your insides.

The whole thing was indecent, fit for film, really.

Don’t fuck this up. Don’t fuck this up. You cannot fuck her tonight. Do not fuck this up.

Long game. Long game. Long game.

You fell back against the door, wincing when he extricated his fingers. He wanted to wrap himself around you and keep pushing, but he held back. This was a delicate operation, and straying too much to either side would fuck it all up. You’d either blow up at him and feel like he actually assaulted you, or you’d never speak to him again. Neither was a winning scenario. Tamping down his near-manic need to taste you, he gently traced your lips with his gummy fingers until you opened your eyes.

“That was some show, kid.”

Confusion crinkled the corners of your eyes, and he nuzzled your chin, matching the fire in your cheek with his own. He understood. His proposal wasn’t normal, and how much you’d obviously enjoyed it probably had you all up in your feelings. Hovering his mouth above yours, so close he could feel your breath, he fought himself over whether you needed to be kissed.

But when you lifted ever so slightly onto your toes, seeking it out, he clenched his jaw hard and fought the urge to fuck you right here on the floor. Somehow, he kept his shit together, and he thought certainly he deserved a goddamn medal for valor. He pushed away and veered you towards the stairs.

“Time to go, little sister. It’s past your bedtime.”

For a week, Adam cornered you at least once a day to stuff your pussy full of his thick fingers and make you beg. After that first time, he knew exactly how to play you, and he delighted in drawing it out until you pleaded for him to make you cum. You’d mistakenly said his name during your second encounter, and now, he wouldn’t come anywhere near the things that made you shake without hearing it.

You never considered yourself the begging type, but it turns out that when someone knows precisely the way to touch you and the exact right way to make you scream as you climax, begging becomes much more palatable. It also turns out that whether Jim and Carly were home didn’t make a single bit of difference because when Adam texted you his offer from across the kitchen table, you ran after him like the house was on fire.

That’s how you wound up here, sitting on the edge of Adam’s desk, naked as the day you were born, legs spread obscenely wide and panties crammed in your mouth to keep you muffled if not quiet. With one hand deftly driving into your messy cunt and one wrapped around your hip to coax it into a rocking motion, he all but pulverized your sanity. Up was down, left was right, and “brother” was just another fucking word. As you inched higher and higher up climax mountain, you rationalized you weren’t really doing anything wrong. He’d never fucked you in any other way than this. He wasn’t a real brother, either. There was nothing wrong with a little fun, right? Sure, it was strange, but when he… fuck when he hit that spot right… right there… your brain went…

“You should let me fuck you,” he murmured against your throat, a throwback to what started all this.

It crackled in your prefrontal cortex, and you pushed at his bare chest, babbling incoherently because part of you thought it was the worst idea ever, and part of you thought it would be the best fucking thing in the history of ever. They argued with each other behind your eyes. That was too far. Wasn’t it? But it would feel so good. You couldn’t, possibly. Right? Sure, you could. Twice on Sunday, even. Surely, he had plenty of other options. Didn’t he? Who fucking cares?

“Just a little, kid. I’ve made it good for you, yeah? Just the tip.”

Your thoughts on the matter were irrelevant, it seemed, because the clink of his buckle launched you into a panic. You tried to escape his grip by leaning back, but he clenched his arm around your back, making escape impossible. Struggling to keep calm, you realized it felt ridiculous and performative to panic because you splayed across his desk like you were posing for his calendar. You gawked at him, eyes shining with something you couldn’t quite pin down because processing that your step-brother was about to put any part of his dick inside you was overwhelming. This was too much, too forbidden.

“Now, don’t look at me like that.” He rubbed soothing circles into your ribcage and stepped in. You felt the weight of a cock you’d never seen laying against your swollen pussy, eliciting a low groan. “Only for a minute. Stay right there; don’t move.”

And then, there it was. The round head of Adam’s cock slowly breached your body’s sticky barrier and scrambled your senses. Tears formed. Your chest heaved - because you wanted him to ravage you, to fuck you dumb and blind, but you just couldn’t. Right?

Maybe your inner monologue wasn’t so silent. Or maybe he read your mind. Something changed, though, from “just the tip” to an iron grip and his right hand over your gagged mouth as he snapped his hips and slid all the way home.

Adam expected you to shout, to have an outright tantrum and draw far too much attention to the situation. Instead, you shuddered against him the way you did when you came all over his fingers - not as hard but definitely unmistakable.

“That’s it. S’good cock, isn’t it? Told you you’d like it.”

Testing the waters, he withdrew about halfway and slowly pushed in again, absolutely loving the way you moaned in response. He’d nearly cum in his pants when you let him shove your panties into your mouth, and whenever he looked at you still gritting your teeth into them, his dick throbbed. With no firm objection, he unwound from his caging stance and took proper hold of your perfect, meaty ass. He scooted you closer to the edge of his desk, damn near falling off, so he could get his demanding dick inside you from tip to root right fucking now.

Adam’s cock was fat. There was no other way to describe it. He filled you up so completely you couldn’t even blink. The slide of his girth against your insides was dizzyingly good, and all you could do was cling to his shoulders.

And when he started talking? That dirty way with that sexy-ass voice?

It fucked you all the way up.

The things he said to you, too, differed from the things you’d heard him say to his hook-ups. They were filthy sluts, not even worthy to come over in the daylight, just a hole for him to get off to. You were his dirty little sister, though, weren’t you? Too cock-drunk to even say no to big brother. You loved his fat cock, didn’t you? You’d let him fuck you whenever he wanted, wouldn’t you?

You were positively, expertly, no two ways about it done for.

Like a dick-addled fool, you nodded along with all of it. You’d say whatever he wanted as long as he kept packing more and more of his missile cock into your aching cunt. Maybe that’s what you wanted - to be reduced to an object, a fuckdoll sister he’d turn inside out at his whim with no recourse to say no. When that idea took hold, you vibrated against him. You generally didn’t orgasm from penetration alone, but by sheer size, Adam rubbed at every single one of your spongy triggers with each stroke. Coupled with the downright pornographic thoughts in your fucked-out head, you whined like a petulant child, overcome by the effort it took to keep quiet, to keep yourself coherent.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

Your eyes flew open, tracking the voice to its owner, who leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over a very familiar broad chest. You burned from ears to toes, knowing this looked exactly like what it was, and there was no pretending it was anything else. Even worse, your deviant fantasy abruptly shifted to include these extra details - wind-faded jeans, threadbare gray cotton shirt bleached by the sun, and a brush of red across a nose and cheekbones matching those you'd looked up at for days. He was a carbon copy of the man currently demolishing your boundaries by burying himself to the hilt in your body.

Ben, Adam’s twin, the wayward son, had finally home from his camping trip to the desert.

Adam nestled his face in your neck to hide his smugness. He knew his brother would be home today, and he timed everything around the fact Ben said he’d be here early afternoon. Edging you was a cake-walk. He’d been practicing all week, and when he saw the text asking if he needed anything from their favorite pizza place, he knew how much time he had to get you right and ready so Ben would find you well and truly empty-headed and sexed out.

Ben wasn’t sold on having you. He half liked the idea, but he thought it was more trouble than it would be worth. More than once, though, Adam caught him lazily stroking himself while watching you run down the beach or sunbathe by the pool. It would only take a nudge to get his brother fully invested. Adam played the moment, and specifically you, perfectly, and holy shit if this wasn’t one for the books. You and your round eyes, searching for an explanation that would make sense of why he was balls deep in your tight cunt on a Saturday afternoon.

“Someone’s been a bad girl,” he said to his brother, licking a stripe across your thundering pulse. “What do you think, bad girl, wanna show Ben how you shake?”

You sobbed. There was nothing for it because Adam’s cock never stopped. His brother’s presence in the room didn’t faze him one bit, and it took a full minute for you to realize it was some of that twin bullshit you were always on them about. Of course they’d seen each other fucking. They probably fucked lots of people together. You bristled with humiliation because it was obvious Adam set this up, but your pussy, smart bitch, clutched at his every thrust, considerably more so when he asked you such a depraved thing.

Meeker than you intended, you nodded because yes, you did, in fact, want to show Ben how you came.

Adam shifted his weight, pulling out of your sloppy cunt for only the time it took to put your feet on the floor and turn you to face Ben. He hummed as he grabbed your hips, pulled you back against his body, and let his cock find his target. Your head dropped on a moan as he filled you back up because it was even better this way. You had surer footing, could brace yourself on the desk’s corner, and didn’t have to concentrate on not falling. Using fistfuls of your hips as leverage, Adam crashed into you, sending jolts throughout your already overstimulated body. It was glorious.

And then, Ben’s boots came into your line of sight, followed swiftly by his muscular hand around your throat, silver rings cool against your heated flesh. You tracked beauty mark to beauty mark, wondering when the constellations kissed his cheeks. You should have been mortified. Ben finding you here with Adam should have struck you dead there and then, but it only emboldened you because his eyes weren’t full of judgment. He wasn’t disgusted by what he saw. His honey-gold gaze, laced with hunger, burned into you possessively. He held you by the neck, the strength of his grip waxing and waning in time to your heartbeat, while his brother plowed you from behind. When his voice wiggled its way into your ear, your knees nearly buckled. Adam’s was clear but devious, which made his filthy quips more surprising because they were hard to expect. Ben talked very little. His voice, which you didn’t truly appreciate until this moment, was rough and low, like his very voice box was calloused.

“Is this the first time he’s fucked you?”

You whimpered, eyes drifting shut until you felt a rough tap at your cheek. His face, all furrowed brows and licked lips, telegraphed that next time, he’d slap you proper. Pushing yourself to stare straight into his eyes - it was like looking into the sun - you nodded again, feeling every bit of your desire dribble down your legs because one brother was great, but two was immaculate.

“Is this the last time he’ll fuck you?”

Your guts clenched, and you reached out to stabilize yourself by laying both hands on Ben’s chest, which you already understood was only because he allowed it. Without a second thought, eager even, you shook your head. You’d reached the point where you’d let him - no them - do whatever they wanted whenever they wanted it because holy goddamn.

Adam chose this moment to increase the speed with which he fucked you into oblivion. His hips slapped against yours, hands clamping down onto your shoulders for better leverage. Your eyes crossed, and you nearly swallowed your gag. With one hand on Ben, you reached up to grip Adam’s fingers, anchoring yourself between the two of them. They were your literal rock and a hard place, and they worked in tandem to drive you thoroughly crazy. Ben’s hand slipped between your legs, fingers finding your slippery clit. You howled, spine waking up to tingle and dance.

“Fuck, there it is,” Adam groaned behind you.

What else could you do but give him what he wanted?

His brother had told him about the way you shook when you orgasmed, and he really had thought nothing of it. Most people did that, didn’t they? If you did the job right, there was always a tremor in the legs, a wobble in the walk.

Ben was not prepared for the way you shook when you came.

For a second, he thought you were about to have a seizure, but he watched your face smooth out in pleasure, watched your lips turn up at the very corners, and he was flat out shocked by what he’d just witnessed.

You loved it. Loved being fucked. Loved coming so undone your mind stopped working. For him, it was the way you smiled as you came. The shaking was stunning, of course, but nobody he’d ever fucked before had goddamn smiled - beamed! - through their climax. It was truly the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

And then he grinned like the devil himself because fucking hell…

“You’re fucked, little sister. You know that?”

He scooped some of your slick onto his finger and popped it in his mouth. Shit, you even tasted like candy.

“Well and truly fucked.”

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mrs-gucci · 8 months

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My Pumpkin

{ adam sackler x female reader }

just an idea I came up with! it's been a very, very long time since I've written for Sackler (like 2 years lol) so apologies if my characterization is a bit off...

warnings. SMUT (18+ ONLY), dirty talk, oral sex with food (m receiving), masturbation w/fingering (f receiving), deepthroating, facial.

word count: 1.13k

★ written for sextember 2023 ★

** CLICKING “KEEP READING” MEANS YOU UNDERSTAND & ACKNOWLEDGE ALL OF THE WARNINGS LISTED ABOVE AND ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOUR CONTENT CONSUMPTION IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY. MINORS DNI. **

collage by me :)

“Mm, is that pumpkin pie I smell?”

You chuckle as Adam walks into the kitchen eagerly.

“Yes, but not for you,” you say. “I’m baking them for the fall farmers market this weekend.”

He pouts, standing behind you and putting his hands on your hips. “Aww, c’mon kid, can’t I just keep one? I love your pumpkin pie.”

“You can buy it for ten bucks. Friends and family discount.”

He groans.

“If I help you bake, can I get one for free?”

You sigh. “Oh my god, you just won’t quit, will you? Last time you helped me bake, all you did was try to fuck me.”

“But that was last year,” he pouts, squeezing your hips. “Please? I’ll be so so helpful and much less horny this time around. I’ve gotten better.”

“No you haven’t,” you laugh. “But you can help as long as you don’t try to have sex with me every two minutes.”

He nods happily, then washes his hands and puts on his favorite apron of yours, which is frilly and very feminine. You chuckle at the sight, then put him on pie-making duty.

At first, things go well. He’s focused and helpful, and he does a great job making the pies to put into the oven.

But soon enough he starts lingering by you more at the mixer, hands roaming on your hips and ass, and his lips begin pressing kisses to your cheeks or neck every time he goes by.

Your eyebrows raise slightly and you look back at him.

“Hey…I’m serious. I really have to focus on this.”

He nods, trying not to crack a small smile. "Mhm. Right. Focus."

You huff, rolling your eyes as you get back to mixing. Adam sets a timer for the pies in the oven, and as soon as he does that, he slides behind you again.

"Hey," he says, leaning in and kissing your cheek, hands on your hips again. "I'm done with the pies..."

"Great, I have dough ready and more filling--"

"Why don't we take a little break?" he asks, nipping at your earlobe. "You've been working hard all morning, kid."

You pause and look back at him.

"We shouldn't--"

"Let's play a little game," he says, smiling as he takes his apron off, then starts pulling off his t-shirt. "And it's called...lick it up."

He quickly tugs your shirt off, then takes a small scoop of dough and smears it onto the tops of your breasts. He takes a moment to admire them, then bends down to eat and lick the dough off your skin.

"A-Adam," you say, voice slightly shaky. "I need this dough for the pies..."

"We'll only use a little bit, kid." He gently takes another small scoop of dough, then smears it on his bare chest. "Now it's your turn. Go on, use that sweet little tongue of yours."

Your mouth turns up in a slight smirk as you lean in and lick up the dough, looking into his eyes the entire time you do so. He grunts softly, and your hands travel up to rest on his belt buckle, just above where he needs your touch most.

"God, keep going," he groans, leaning in to kiss you deeply, desperately. "Got me so hard."

You chuckle and pull his belt open, then push his jeans down enough to expose his hardening length. You reach over and put one hand in the dough and the other in the pumpkin pie filling, getting a bit of both before getting on your knees.

Sackler watches eagerly as you smooth the dough over his shaft, then smear the pie filling onto his head. You lick your lips just to tease him a bit, then start licking at his tip, eating the pie filling off him.

"Oh my god," he groans, head tipping back as he leans against the cabinets. "Kid, you're killing me here..."

"Mm, patience," you say, smiling. "I wanna eat my dessert first."

Adam growls, hand weaving in your hair while you continue to lick and eat the pie fixings off his hardened shaft. He makes noises the whole time, especially when you wrap your hand around him and stroke him while licking the last of the dough up.

"Suck," he says, hips rocking forward while he pushes your head against him. "Go on."

Your lips wrap around him and begin to suck gently, head bobbing, and Adam lets out a relieved sigh as he finally gets what he has so desperately wanted.

"Good girl, such a good girl," he praises shakily, jaw clenched. "Mmm, fuck, fuck kid...touch y-yourself, finger yourself for me..."

You reach down and move your pajama shorts out of the way, then press two fingers up into your wet hole. Your groan of pleasure vibrates through his cock, and Adam nearly cums at the feeling.

"God! Fuuuuck!"

It's hard to focus on both keeping your rhythm on both him and yourself, so eventually Adam takes over, moving your head and thrusting his hips at the same time.

Your fingers move in and out swiftly, creating pleasure for yourself, which causes you to start making more noises around his shaft. It drives him crazy, it makes him go even faster so that now, he's fucking your face.

Tears swell in your eyes from the deepthroating and gagging on his dick, and this only seems to spur him on, his hips rolling faster against you. You're close to orgasm, overwhelmingly so, and you finger yourself faster.

"Ggghhh! Mmmfffhhhh!"

He moans loudly, holding your mouth on him for a few moments before suddenly pulling away and desperately stroking himself over your face. You close your eyes just as the first rope of his warm seed shoots across your face. He groans and grunts with each spurt, making a mess on your cheeks, nose, mouth, and chin.

You're gasping for breath as you bring yourself to orgasm, moaning huskily as your insides grip and spasm around your digits.

"O-Oh fuck, fuck, Adam..."

Adam smiles slightly as he watches you, caressing your cheek and smearing his cum across your skin.

"Mm, so pretty. You look so fucking good when you've got my cum all over your face, kid."

"Gee, thanks."

You chuckle breathily, pulling your fingers out from between your legs and sucking them into your mouth while wiping the cum from your eyes so you can look up at him. He hums, tucking himself away before grabbing a towel to wipe off your face.

He helps you to your feet, then kisses you deeply, hands on your hips.

"You're the best," he says softly, kissing you again and again. "Best girlfriend ever. My pumpkin. I love you."

You smile just as the timer for the pies goes off, pulling him in for one more kiss.

"I love you too, Adam."

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weareallstoriesintheend · 1 year

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Little rituals // Pinky promises with Sackler

Aka pinky size kink

-the last anon you smooched

Oh I wonder who this could be 😉

I made it cute so sorry for the lack of kink lol

Pinky Promise (Adam Sackler x Reader)

“You never promise!” he exclaimed, paddle-size hands flapping around in indignation. Adam had been your roommate for two years and not once had you promised him anything, and that fact drove him crazy. You were precious about your promises and honestly his mischievousness unnerved you on the best of days, so you teased him about it and dangled it in front of him like a carrot for a rabbit.

Your laughter only made him more exasperated, “The thought of you holding me to something is… terrifying.”

You mocked a shudder and he huffed before storming off into the bathroom. The door rattled the frame behind him, “One day!” he shouted, the sound muffled through the wood of the door.

Rolling your eyes, you went back to cooking dinner, “In your dreams Sackler!”

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His eyes zeroed in on you, squinting suspiciously, “Seriously kid, what the fuck is up with you and promises?”

He waved an accusatory and expectant pinky finger in your face; you were sitting on the sofa trying to read your book and he was hunched in the opposite corner like a gargoyle. He’d been trying all weekend to get you to agree to something, thrusting his over-sized pinky at you for every opportunity. Would you promise to buy him a pizza later? Or take a shower cause you apparently ‘stink’? Or would you promise to marry and repopulate the earth with him if you were the last two people on earth?

“I don’t promise lightly Sackler, what can I say?” Once again you shrugged, the annoyance on his face was making you more stubborn and far more amused.

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It was the first time you’d seen him cry. His sister had been in town.

You knew family stress got to him, honestly the more you heard about them the more you understand why he was a little…. out there.

All you did was sit and listen; you’d never seen him like this so mostly your silence was just the result of being dumbstruck. There was something so painful about the tone of his voice, like years of tiredness piled on top of him in one dinner with his sister and he had boiled over.

There had been yelling, apparently, some threats that set Adams teeth on edge and then he’d come home.

“I’m better off on my own, crazy fuckin’ family don’t deserve me anyway,” he ranted, harshly rubbing the heels of his palms into his eyes. You watched him quietly, unsure of the right thing to say.

He buried his face, fingertips massaging the hairline at his temples. He was still whisper-muttering to himself as you watched him.

“Adam…” you said, but he just grunted into his palms.

You sighed, “Adam….”

“Jesus, what kid?” he huffed, leaning up and glaring at you. His face was red, dampness was smudged around his eyes.

His eyes dropped from your face and zeroed in on what you were holding out to him. Your pinky finger.

You extended it like an olive branch with a tentative smile. His face burst into a toothy grin, his shoulders relaxed down from up around his ears and he turned his body to face you like he had to fully commit to the action.

Slowly he curled his fingers to his palm bar one, the pinky. Cautiously, like a nervous animal, he returned the gesture.

You raised your eyebrows encouragingly as the tips of your two fingers touched.

Your finger wrapped around his securely, your hand seeming baby-like against the gargantuan size of his, “I promise you’ll never be on your own.”

#adam sackler #adam sackler x reader #adam sackler x you #adcu #request #and they were roommates

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artemisthewh0re · 1 year

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Don't Go

Adam Sackler x Chubby Black Reader

Warnings: piv, biting, unprotected sex, whiny men

A/N: I finally finished. I feel like my dialogue is so bad 🥹

P.s. thank you for the people who signed up for my taglist ❤️❤️

"Can I just have one more kiss?" Adam looks up at you, pathetic puppy eyes and a pouty lip accompany his question.

"Ugh," you sigh, relenting to your boyfriend's demands. His little mustache tickles your upper lip as you place another light kiss on his lips. Large arms wrap around your waist and pull you down to Adam's lap.

"Adam come on, you know I have to go." Pitiful whines come from your childish boyfriend as he keeps his hold on your waist.

"No you don't, we both know you don't want to see your parents. Just don't go." It was true, you really didn't, but not showing up would just make things more difficult with them.

"Baby, I do have to go. I promise I'll give you all the kisses and cuddles you could possibly want when I get back."

"You can be a little late though," Adam flashes his signature devilish grin at you. His hands wander across your back, pushing your bodies closer together. Little pecks are placed on your chest, going from your collarbone to your breasts.

"Baby," you groan, knowing that you're going to be trapped in his apartment for at least the next thirty minutes. You sigh and let your frame relax into Adam's touch. Your fingers wander up his neck to his short black hair, the silky strands tickle your knuckles when you push your hand through them.

The warmth of your two bodies pressed against each other only encourages you both to start undressing. Adam rips off his shirt without a second thought. He reaches to unbutton yours but you stop him before he can.

"Uh uh," you wag a finger at him. "Remember the last time I let you undo the buttons on my shirt? You popped them all off." You carefully undo one at a time as Adam pouts.

"It was an accident," he states, pulling off your bra after you removed your shirt. Your large breasts fall as they're released from their confinement. Adam holds one in his hand, rubbing the nipple with his thumb. The sensation sends heat to your core, causing a pool to form in your underwear. Your hips move mindlessly to find friction against your aching clit. Adam's crotch provides the much needed pressure. His sweatpants are tented from the grinding and his cock is begging for more attention.

"You just can't wait to have this dick, can you?" Adam says cockily. He pushes you onto the couch. His lips are immediately on your neck, his crooked teeth leave little bites on your sensitive skin.

"Don't leave any marks! I don't want my parents questioning me more than they already will," you beg, lightly smacking his shoulder. Adam only chuckles at your plea. His fingers move to your jeans, taking them off your thick thighs swiftly along with his own sweats.

His cock is flushed with pink. A large throbbing vein is visible running through it. The tip weeps precum from its slit. Adam inserts himself slowly into you, making sure you feel every inch ease in. A moan escapes your lips as he starts thrusting into you.

"Oh this pussy was ready for me huh?" Adam whispers against your temple. Your wetness coats his shaft as he goes in and out of you, leaving your entrance covered in slick.

"Oh shut up," you respond, grabbing Adam's stubbled jaw and pressing his lips against yours. He moans into the kiss. You can feel the vibrations of it move from your mouth to your throat, down to your chest. As the thrusts get harder, your head bobs up and down, hitting the armrest on the couch.

"Ouch," you laugh, rubbing the top of your head. Your braids manage to soften the blow, but it still hurts nonetheless.

"Switch?" Adam asks, partially concerned for your head, but mostly thinking about how much he loves to see you ride him. You oblige him. His back hits the couch as you slide yourself down on his dick. You both let out a moan at the feeling of him sinking into you. Adam's hands move your hips at the perfect pace, allowing your orgasm to build in your core.

"Fuck, yes!" Adam shouts. His breathing is heavy and ragged. "Just like that." You bounce up and down on Adam, the curve of his dick hitting just the perfect spot to leave you shuddering.

Adam's chest is warm against your hands. His abs tense up and his grip tightens on your hips as he gets closer to his orgasm. The way your ass slams down on his thighs, and your breasts hang over his face, hypnotize him. The face you make when your climax finally overtakes you sends Adam over the edge. He bucks his hips into you, overstimulating your sore cunt.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Adam spills inside you. His teeth grit as you sit there quivering on his sensitive tip. Your face is dewy with sweat, and your once sophisticated makeup is left looking like you'd spent the day in a sauna.

"You look bad, kid," Adam chuckles, teasing you.

"I fucking hate you."

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pxgeturner · 8 months

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adam sackler is such a goof.

i think any time you’re boated or are like really really full, adam pretends ur pregnant and won’t stop touching ur belly

“i’m so excited to let this little guy out into the world together, peaches. we’re gonna be awesome parents”

he leans so far into the bit, people around you start to congratulate you. and you don’t know how to explain that you’re not pregnant, your boyfriend is just a weirdo.

and one time you did say something, but before the person has time to react, he goes:

“what do you mean, but there was a pregnancy test that was positive !” you take one once a month just in case and he damn well knows it was negative. “and you got that cute little blanket and tiny socks the other day.” those were for your niece, who was turning one year old.

and now you look crazy so you just walk away from the two of them but adam follows you with a “shnookums! wait up! don’t strain yourself! it’s bad for the baby!”

#adam sackler #adam sackler x reader #adam sackler x you #adam sackler x fem!reader #adam sackler fluff

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jynzandtonic · 5 months

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12 Days of Fluffmas — Day 8: First Christmas as a Family

Adam Sackler x Fem Reader

Part of the Baby Daddy Sackler AU and What to Expect fic.

Adam never used to be big on Christmas. He’s not close with his family, so Christmas was usually a day he’d spend alone or with a random collection of friends. He didn’t have anything against the holiday; it just wasn’t much fun for him.

But Christmas with you and a one-year-old? Now that is seriously fun.

Little Sage giggles happily as she pulls a kangaroo plushie from her stocking and hugs it to her chest. Adam had loved every second of picking out presents for her and decorating the apartment, even if she’d taken to pulling every ornament off the tree that she could reach. And this Christmas morning, there’s a pile of gifts under the tree waiting for her.

She’s almost as excited about unwrapping the presents as she is with what’s beneath all the paper and bows: a rainbow stacking ring toy, a wire maze with colorful blocks, a rocking horse that Adam made himself, and a toy car that she can sit in. She shrieks with joy as Adam wheels her around the apartment in the little car, making sound effects when he skids her around corners.

After she’s all played out, Adam snuggles up with her on the couch, feeding her slices of Christmas orange and pieces of gingerbread cookies. Her eyelids finally start to droop from all the morning excitement and he carries her back to the nursery to put her down for a midday nap. When he returns to the living room, he finds you waiting with a small wrapped box.

“It’s your Christmas present,” you say, offering up the gift.

Grinning, he takes it from your hands and tears away the wrapping paper. He opens the lid slowly and his face goes slack at what he finds inside.

It’s a positive pregnancy test.

“Are you really?” he asks, face painted with awe.

You nod, and he immediately pulls you into his arms, crushing your body to his. His eyes are shining with wetness as he pulls back to look at you.

“Merry Christmas, love,” you whisper, a smile growing on your face. “Here we go again.”

#12 days of fluffmas #what to expect fic #BDSAU #adam sackler #adam sackler x reader #adam sackler fanfiction #adam sackler x you #adam sackler/reader #adam sackler/you #cw: pregnancy

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cosmic-kaden · 22 days

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Adam(Sackler) being super proud of me for taking the stairs again. Still can only get to the 5th floor before I need to stop and catch my breath. I make it to the 9th and go inside, I'm sweaty, my breath is trembling, and my legs feel like absolute jelly but Sackler is there to greet me.

"Don't touch me, I'm sweaty!"

He tells me he doesn't care, his hand places itself over my chest where my heart is and he flashes that little lopsided, goofy smile at me and reiterates what I can already feel.

"Your heart is beating so hard and so fast baby and your cheeks are all red~ you did so good~!!"

he'd envelop me in a tight hug and then brush some of my hair away from my forehead that was stuck there. He's pepper my face with kisses till I was laughing and telling him to stop because I can't catch my breath.

Then he'd give me one final kiss to my lips~

#Something comforting in knowing that he would be cheering me on. Because he's so good at it in canon. Like he gets Hannah to run with him #and he's so encouraging. Even when she lays on the road in defeat he steps over her and yells playfully at her to keep going.#Also he runs ahead and gets her to try and catch up with a reward being a high five. He starts running and is like #'high five me~ you got to catch up to me if you wanna high five~!' He's just so reassuring and so nice! (and silly)#Because I know he is so genuinely nice about loving bodies of every size but also being super encouraging if they wanted to lose a few #pounds I can actually believe he would be this way with me too. <3 #As much as I like to say 'my other f/o love me no matter my body type' a part of me is like 'you're trying to convince yourself but you #have doubts' with Adam I don't have a single doubt in my mind because I SEE it. Its CANON its a part of who he is!#Like I really want to believe my other f/o love me as I am but until then. I know I have Sackler to help me with loving myself. <3 #my favourite bad habit;

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inklore · 7 months

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❥ — smut | ✶ — dark content

kylo ren.

one shots

piteous toxin (1.1k) ❥

hate and humility ran your relationship with kylo, as did the heavy hand he loved having you wrap around his throat.

ben solo.

one shots

garage rooftop (1k)

the lines of friendship or something more grow more blurry the longer your eyes move from each mole, his cheek bones, his dark eyes, his lips. and you really don’t understand why the two of you hadn’t become something more ages ago.

commander mills.

one shots

warning signs (1.1k) ❥

if the two of you were to die like this; with mills rutting against you, his cock stretching you, his deep breaths and praises against your ear, your slick coating his length as you come, then so be it.

adam sackler.

blurbs

head in your lap

#adam driver masterlist #kylo ren smut #ben solo x you #commander mills smut #ben solo reader #kylo ren x you #commander mills x reader #kylo ren x reader #adam sackler #commander mills x you #ben solo fanfic #adam driver fanfiction

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trashpandafiction · 10 months

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Thank You - One Shot

Summary: (#30 on this prompt list. ) A rainy day with your roommate and best friend, Adam, turns into a bit more. Pairings: Adam Sackler x Reader Word Count: 1,250 A/N: I am terrible at summaries. This is purely self-indulgent because I am trash for Adam Driver and wanted to write something involving him.

Please do not repost or redistribute my work! Reblogs are welcome!

It had been pouring rain all day, so your plans to go shopping sounded less fun than they had when you made them. Instead, you threw on your favorite pair of joggers and a long-sleeve shirt that you stole from your roommate and best friend, Adam. Your plan was to order delivery, watch your favorite guilty pleasure shows, and maybe do something creative, but you’d only do it from the comfort of the couch.

You had gotten situated on the large sectional and just grabbed the remote when you heard the front door opening, followed by a groan. Looking over, you saw Adam in a soaking wet jacket, his hair dripping, and a plastic bag in each of his hands.

“Why didn’t you drive?” you asked him.

“I did. This was just from the trip from my car into the building.” he replied, kicking his shoes off.

“Why don’t you go get changed? I’ll put your clothes in the dryer.” You said, standing up from the couch.

He set the bags he was holding on the counter and shrugged out of his jacket and jeans, right in the entryway. “Don’t look in those bags yet.” He said before going down the hall to the bathroom.

“Noted.” You chuckled softly as you grabbed his discarded clothes and headed to the laundry room to get them in the dryer.

Adam came behind you and put his jeans and shirt inside the dryer with his other clothes and a towel. “Have you eaten?”

“Not yet, I was thinking about ordering something.” You replied, getting the dryer started. “What are you hungry for?”

“Order whatever you want. Pizza?” he replied, slowly walking backwards out of the room.

“Pizza’s good.” You nodded, following him out of the room.

You followed him into the living room and sat back down on the couch, grabbing your phone so you could order pizza. It came about forty-five minutes later, and you both ate while watching a rerun of Law and Order. After you both cleaned everything up, Adam grabbed the bag from the counter and brought it over to the coffee table. He set it down and sat next to you, gesturing to the bag.

“What?” you asked.

“Open it.” He said.

You looked at the bag and then back at him. “Is it gonna jump out at me or something?”

“No, nothing like that, just open it.” He shook his head.

You leaned forward and opened the bag, looking inside carefully. You pulled out adult coloring books, markers, colored pencils, and crayons. Then you pulled out your favorite snacks and two puzzles. “What’s all this for?” you asked, turning to look at him.

“I know you said you were supposed to shop, but I know that whenever it pours like this, you like to stay home.” He shrugged.

“Adam, you didn’t have to get me all of this.” You smiled.

“I know. Technically it’s not all for you though, I already claimed this one.” He said, grabbing one of the coloring books.

You watched him as he moved to the floor between the couch and the coffee table, wasting no time opening the markers and pencils. “You’re staying home on a Saturday night to color with me and do puzzles?”

“Why’s that so hard to believe?” he asked and looked up at you. “Come on.”

You smiled, shaking your head as you moved to sit next to him. “Adam, this is…thank you.” You nudged his arm gently.

“You’re welcome.” He said and nudged you back.

The two of you colored before switching to the sketchbook and trying to draw the strangest monster you could both come up with. While you did so, you chatted about a little bit of everything, joking, and discussing deeper topics. After finishing a page in your coloring book, you leaned back and watched him, he was taking his time with a drawing, and you couldn’t help but smile.

He looked over at the pile of markers and noticed you watching him, so he looked at you. “What?”

“Nothing.” You shrugged. “This just means a lot to me. I know it’s not a huge thing, but it still means a lot.”

“Well, you mean a lot to me so making you happy is a mutually good time.” He said and picked up a marker.

It caught you off guard. You both were close, and you were sure there were mutual feelings between you two, but neither of you acted on it. “You mean a lot to me too, Adam, and I love you.” You smiled.

“I love you too.” He said and began coloring another spot on his coloring page.

“I’m gonna find a way to pay you back for this, you know.” You said and started coloring a spot on your coloring page.

“You already have.” He shrugged.

“How?” you asked and looked over at him. You both did plenty for each other, that’s what friends did. He watched terrible horror movies with you, you took him to auditions and listened to his rants when they didn’t go well. Neither of you felt obligated to, you just did it. But this seemed like a special circumstance.

“I had nothing to live for, but then you came into my life. So, thank you.” He deadpanned, looking at the markers to pick another one.

You looked at him and smiled some. “Yeah right.” He said it so nonchalantly, you thought he was joking. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah.” He said and looked over at you.

He wasn’t joking about this. “Adam…”

“I’m serious.” He said.

You didn’t know what to say to him, so you pushed the coffee table back gently and knelt in front of him. “You never told me that.”

“Well, I didn’t know how you’d feel about how I feel about you.” He shrugged.

“What if I felt the same way about you?” You asked softly.

He looked up at you, tapping a marker against your knee gently. “How do we feel?”

“Like there’s something more than friendship here.” You said. Maybe it was the cozy feeling of the night, or maybe it was him being vulnerable with you, but it felt like the time to get everything out in the open. “Is that how you feel?”

He sat up and put his hand on the side of your neck, his thumb running along your jaw. “I don’t have arts and crafts night with just anyone.”

You smiled and leaned into his touch. “Aren’t I special?” you teased.

“I guess.” He teased back.

“Is this gonna make things different between us?” you asked him, your hands resting on his chest.

“I hope so.” He nodded, leaning in slowly.

“Me too.” You whispered, leaning in to close the space between you.

He pressed his lips against yours, his hand moving to the back of your neck to bring you closer to him. You moved your hand to his collar, holding it gently as you kissed him back. It was like a weight had been lifted between you.

You broke the kiss slowly to take a breath, smiling as he kissed along your jaw. “Thank you.”

“For what?” he asked and looked up at you, his free hand moving to rest on your hip.

You didn’t know how to put your feelings into words. “Everything.”

He nodded and kissed you gently. “Thank you, too.” He kissed you again and then looked up at you. “I’m still gonna win our monster drawing contest.” He grinned.

#(my writing.)#(one shots.)#adam driver fic #adam driver fanfic #adam driver fanfiction #adam sackler x reader #adam sackler x you #reader insert #adam sackler #hbo girls

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roanniom · 2 years

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First Date

Adam Sackler x Reader

Warnings: PIV sex, dirty talk (that’s somehow sweet?!)

I went on a date yesterday and it was fine and the guy was ok but he was awkward and it just made me think about Adam Sackler on an awkward first date.

Usually I imagine falling for him after knowing him - working with him or having mutual friends - so you already have that initial barrier broken down.

But like meeting him off of hinge?

He would be so fucking awkward. Say all the wrong things. Be super inappropriate.

And then STILL ask you to come back to his place.

You might tell him that you have no intention of having sex on the first date and he shakes his head vigorously. Says the invitation is for some other innocuous reason - come see that canoe-sized replica of a Viking ship he’s been crafting or some shit. And in spite of yourself you’re curious so you say yes and make the short walk to his place, very conscious of the fact that he keeps touching your arm any time he speaks, finding excuses to make contact with you. And it is SO obvious. So heavy handed. But somehow you’re not too bothered.

In his apartment he does show you the canoe and it does look like a mini Viking ship. He asks if it impresses you and you shrug, honest.

“But what would impress you?” He asks, hands stuffed in his pockets from where he stands, across the room from you with the 3/4 finished canoe between you.

“Impress me?” You ask, laughing at such an absurd, forward question. “It’s a date, not a cirque de solei show.”

“So contortion? Aerial acrobatics? That’s what does it for you?” Adam’s smile is lopsided and you bite your lip.

“Nothing hotter than a well executed handstand,” you joke.

Suddenly Adam is pushing his tools aside to open up space on the floor before cartwheeling into a messy handstand, his jean-clad legs flailing and bending at the knee.

“Adam!” You shriek out as he practically careens into you before righting himself. You’re laughing so hard you’re doubled over and grabs onto your shoulders to get your attention, barking out breathless laughs himself.

“So was that hot?”

“No it was a mess!” You say, shaking your head and looking up at him. He tries to grimace at the critique but his smile at your laughter wins out.

“Oh yeah? What are you a gymnast? Can you do better?”

“Yeah I can actually,” you respond, lifting your chin defiantly. “Watch this.”

You drop your bag down on the cluttered surface of a nearby table and go to find your handstand but stop short,

“Fuck,” you mutter.

“What?”

You look back at Adam over your shoulder.

“I forgot I’m wearing a skirt.”

“And?”

“And if I do a handstand it’ll fall down and expose me.”

“And that’s bad why?” The cheeky grin makes you want to slap him but there’s also something innocent about it beneath the douchey exterior. He says what he thinks unfiltered.

“Ok horn dog, if I’m going to do this then you’re going to help me,” you pivot, grabbing him by the arm to join you in the open space on the floor.

“How can I help you?” he asks, stepping into you and automatically putting his massive hands on your waist, squeezing. Your stomach swoops at the contact. It’s been a long time and a lot of bad dates, it hadn’t hit you how much you’ve been craving physical contact. But you make yourself swipe away his touch.

“You’re going to hold up my skirt when I’m upside down.”

“To protect your modesty, m’lady?” he snorts, adopting an absurd pseudo-British accent.

“Indeed. And you’ll do it good sir. If you are a gentleman,” you say over your shoulder, stepping into position and getting ready to make your headstand. He waves his hand and bows, gesturing for you to go.

When you drop into your handstand, you feel your skirt flutter around your body along with a grunted fuck and shuffle of movement before you feel the fabric bunched and Adam’s grip keeping it in place around your thighs.

“Ok fine. This is a good handstand,” he says grudgingly.

“So does it impress you?” you tease.

“Yeah. You were right. It’s really fucking hot,” he agrees and you start laughing so hard you lose your balance. Adam catches you as you start to topple over, grabbing you around the middle and flipping you upright in his arms.

“A gentleman and a hero,” you joke, looping your arms around his neck loosely.

You expect him to drop you down to your feet but he doesn’t, instead continuing to hold you aloft with ease. He takes in the sight of your body in his arms before settling his gaze on your face. At first his intense stare feels unnerving, but it gives you a chance to take in his visage. Puppy dog eyes drooping as he watches you. Patches of facial hair that you have the sudden urge to scratch your nails through. Full lips that part as his breath speeds up.

And you realize you have a choice. While a dinner, you weren’t really sure how you felt about Adam. You’d met on a dating app and decided to give him a chance with very little to go off of apart from your therapist’s enthusiastic encouragement to “take risks and meet more people.” You could still extricate yourself from his grasp, thank him for an interesting evening, and head home to a pint of ice cream and a podcast.

Or.

Or you could see what lies waiting beyond that slightly unhinged look in his eyes. Though he’s a bit inappropriate, he’s been pretty respectful. He’s intelligent, that much you’ve gleaned. He’s good looking - fuck he’s good looking. You kept missing the punch lines to his tasteless jokes during dinner because you kept zoning out imagining what it would be like to climb him like a tree. Or to have all of the hulking weight of his large body baring down on you, your back sinking into a mattress.

Ultimately, you choose the latter.

You lunge forward, pulling him to you with the arms around his neck and pressing your lips together forcefully. He’s stunned at first and for a second it is only you applying pressure. But then your back is slammed against the nearest wall and he’s matching your enthusiasm. Exceeding it.

He rearranges you in his arms so that your thighs are on either side of his body, pelvises pressed to one another. Beginning a gyrating rhythm as your body awakens to a new feeling of need.

You want him. His hands grip the globes of your ass and he sucks on your neck when you break away to gasp for air. You want this strange, tall, unreadable, awkward, sexy man. And you don’t know what this means, or what tomorrow brings, but tonight you need to find out what this is like.

“Adam,” you say, and it comes out more breathless than you intend.

“Yeah?” He asks, leaning back up.

“Will you please fuck me?”

You’re not sure how it is that you suddenly find yourself flat on your back on a bed. Maybe you were nearer to his bedroom than you’d realized, having not fully paid attention to your surroundings when he’d invited you in.

Adam nudges your thighs apart and settles his body between your open legs, pressing kisses to your throat, your collar bone.

“Are you always this polite when you wanna be railed?” He whispers in your ear. A thrill runs down your spine.

“You know what they say about catching more - oh my god.” He sucks on a particularly sensitive spot of your throat and your toes curl. “Whatever - something with honey.”

“You catch more dick with honey?” he asks, thrusting his pelvis against yours pointedly. You laugh.

“Something like that.” Your hands fist in his shirt and you pull him down to kiss you again. His tongue slides into your mouth and you moan. A large hand closes over yours and pulls it between you, pressing your palm to what feels to be an impressive bulge.

“Now that you’ve caught this dick, what are you going to do with it?”

You clamp your legs around him and shove, urging him to roll onto his back which he does immediately. Once your positions are reversed you straddle his hips and lower yourself down onto said impressive bulge. Your skirt fans out around you, hiding your meeting pelvises as you roll your hips, but beneath the fabric you’re left to feel his hardening length through his jeans in nothing but your thin cotton underwear.

“Well I can do…this with it,” you say quietly, rolling your hips so that the ridge of his clothed member settles between your pussy lips through the fabric. Adam grits his teeth and grips your hips, shifting your body to encourage more movement. You laugh and swat at his hands. “You asked what I was going to do with it, not what you were going to do with it.”

“Yeah I guess you’re right,” Adam agrees, loosening his grip. As you grind against him some more his eyes search your body, as if looking for something. Then his eyes light up. “Can I - may I - play with your tits? See I can be polite, too.”

You almost snort a laugh in response but he looks so genuine and you nod. His hands slide up from your hips to your breasts, cupping them almost reverently through the thin material of your shirt. Your bra seems to be an unwanted deterrent because he yanks down on the neck of your shirt and pops your breasts out of their cups, freeing your nipples to pebble from the cool air and his attention.

“Fffuuuuck,” Adam moans and he sits upright and presses his face to the valley between your breasts, pushing them in on him from either side. He hums into your cleavage and the vibrations tickle, making you shriek out another giggle and grip at the hair on the back of his head.

He looks up from between your breasts, eyes glazed.

“Don’t stop,” he mutters and you realize you’d halted your movements with the distraction of this new stimulation. So you start grinding against him again and he gazes up at you as he takes a nipple into his mouth, teasing the other between his thumb and forefinger. You inhale sharply and your hips stutter. Adam moved to the other nipple, laving it with his tonguing before sucking it into his mouth.

“Holy shit,” you manage to grit out. Adam grins at you, straightening back up into a sitting position. His hands go back to covering your breasts, massaging them and squeezing them at intervals. You moan and arch into his touch.

“You like that?” You nod vigorously but Adam repeats the question. “You like that? You like it when I play with your tits, huh?”

“Yeah,” you manage to mumble, grinding harder against him.

He eyes you before reaching under your skirt and rooting around blindly till he finds the apex of your legs where it presses against his erection.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet. I’ve barely touched you, baby.” He’s right. You’ve soaked through your panties in the unrelenting pursuit of pressure against his denim bulge. Suddenly you feel an extra pressure. A focused pressure as he uses his finger to rub at the hood of your mound through your panties. You tilt your hips and suddenly he’s pressing just right, making contact with your aching clit through the soaked material.

“Oh god oh god oh…” you gasp as you speed up your grinding. You feel good, really good. You could come from this, with a little more time and effort. But everything is sped up exponentially when he grabs your left breast with his free hand and dips his head down to your right breast and sucks at the pillowy flesh.

“Oh fuck - god. Adam fuck,” is all you manage to get out, hands fisted in his hair and keeping his face where it is as you convulse on top of him. Your little hole constricts around nothing and you grind down against his length trying to get as much contact as possible as your body is wracked with shakes.

Adam pulls off your breast then and looks at you with a particularly proud grin.

“Did you just fucking cum?” he asks. You try to bury your head in his neck so you don’t have to answer the question. His hand pulls out from under your skirt and he grips your waist, reversing your position so that you are once again on your back.

Your chest rises and falls with your heavy breathing, shirt and bra still pulled down so that your breasts are exposed. Adam yanks you closer to him and you squeal, but the squeal turns into a moan when he pulls your legs wide open and scoots in between them. He bunches your skirt up so that it lays around your stomach, exposing your lower half to him as well.

“Holy shit baby. You always this wet when you cum or is this all just for me?”

“It’s f-for you,” you manage to mutter. You’re not well versed in dirty talk, but this man seems to love it and his words have turned you on this much this far, so it can’t hurt to participate.

Adam groans in response to your words. He slowly peels off your wet panties, tossing them over the side of the bed before clambering off.

“Could you…fuck,” he grumbles, getting distracted by the look of you spread out on the bed. He runs a hand through his hair in frustration before reaching down and unbuttoning his jeans. “Could you take that shit off?”

You look down at yourself - where all the clothing you were wearing had bunched around your middle having been either yanked down or yanked up. You pull off the shirt and bra in one movement, eager not to lose sight of the man before you for long. Not with how it feels to watch him watch you as he pulls off his own shirt - that masculine tug at the back of the collar which rips the fabric up and over his head. You’d been bracing yourself against his broad chest and abdomen while grinding on him, and you’d felt the hardness there, but you weren’t prepared for the sight of his mouthwatering muscles.

As he goes to unzip his jeans you remember you aren’t finished with your task, so you pull your skirt down over your hips, hinging so that your breast are shown to their best advantage.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he breathes and it catches you off guard. Yeah there’s an expletive in the sentence, but he said “gorgeous” instead of hot. And you’re not sure why that sends tingles throughout your body. You finish pulling your skirt off and lean back against the bed, propping yourself up on the pillows up by the headboard. Watching as Adam eases his jeans and briefs off in one fell swoop.

He stands before you, naked. Just like you are. His cock is purpling at the tip. Large, swollen, heavy. He takes it in hand and strokes it a few times. Watching him do so from a distance makes your pussy clench. You squeeze your thighs together, trying to hide your body’s automatic eagerness.

“No, keep them open,” he grunts out. You hesitate, opening your legs just a little. Adam shakes his head. “No spread yourself out for me. Let me see you.”

There’s something intimate in the phrase “let me see you.” Arguably more intimate than when you’d just rutted yourself to orgasm in his clothed hard on not moments ago. You oblige him and open you legs wide, exposing the glistening slit of your pussy, dripping with cum and arousal.

“Fuck.” Adam bites down on the word and his fist moves faster on his cock. A knee sinks to the mattress and he clambers back on, crawling till he’s between your thighs, adjusting you so that your legs are wound around him.

The underside of his cock slides through your juices till his head taps your sensitive clit. You all but gasp.

“So you wanted me to fuck you?” He asks. You nod but he drops down to his forearms so he’s closer to you. He licks the shell of your ear before whispering. “I said…you wanted me to fuck you?“

“Yes, please fuck me, Adam.” It comes out as a whine but you sound stronger than you expected you would with how all of your nerves are shot from anticipation.

Adam reaches between you and presses his dick into you, not entering your hole yet but giving you something to rock up against.

“Adam…” you whine again. He sucks a mark into the side of your neck.

“You want this cock?“ his voice is a hot whisper in your ear and you grasp and every part of him you can reach, trying to pull him into you.

“Yes. I…I want this cock.” You inhale sharply when he lifts his cock and slaps it back down lightly on your clit.

“Mmm but where did little miss manners go? Isn’t it polite to say please when you ask for something?” He asks, but you can feel his muscles quivering with the effort of self control.

“Please?”

“Please what?”

You let out a frustrated huff and angle your hips to try and slip him inside you but his lifts his pelvis away, making you whine.

“Please can I have your cock?“

“There’s my sweet girl,” he says with a radiant smile. He drops his hips and again slides the underside of his cock through the length of your slit.

But still he doesn’t go inside you.

“Inside me. Adam. Please. Your cock.” You’re babbling at this point. Tears of frustration welling in the corners of your eyes.

“What was that, sweet girl?” Adam asks, mimicking confusion.

“Adam please put your cock inside me. Pleasepleaseplease - ohhhh.” Your whines stop abruptly when Adam sheathes himself inside you. He bottoms out quickly and your legs spasm before settling back down around his naked hips.

“So pretty when you beg, baby,” he practically slurs. Pussy drunk already and he hasn’t been in you a minute yet.

“Please. Please.” You want him to move already, want the delicious pressure inside you to build.

And Adam obliges. He fucks you with abandon. Lifts your legs to rest on his shoulders, effectively folding you in half to drive into you harder harder harder.

“You’re taking me so well,” Adam practically coos, pressing a sloppy kiss to your collar bone. You practically drool, incapable of responding now that you’re getting exactly what you want and oh god. You can’t believe just an hour ago you’d sat across from this man in a restaurant, unsure of how you felt about him.

Now you know how you feel. Like you’ll never get enough of the feeling of being this full. Over and over again.

“I usually - fuck. I like saying dirty shit in bed.”

“I n-noticed,” you manage to say, humor beneath your breathlessness. Adam delivers a light slap to your ass and you giggle.

“No I say worse shit. Call girls names and - fuck. I don’t know. Make up fucked up scenarios.” He’s rambling and you’re barely following, your eyes glazing and ears ringing as the pleasure builds. But then Adam pulls you up and shuffles. Suddenly he’s sitting upright with his back against the headboard and you’re sitting his lap, speared all the way on his cock. Feeling him deep deep deep and it’s got you moaning openly, pitching forward to clutch him to you through the sensation.

“But with you I just…wanna be sweet.” He says it quietly. His words don’t register. Not now that his finger has found your clit again, massaging hypnotic shapes into the aching bud.

He doesn’t rush you, doesn’t thrust up into you. With his free hand he lightly grips your chin till your eyelids open and you take him in with unfocused eyes. Adam leans in then and kisses you. A slow, deep, sensual kiss that has you rocking back and forth on his cock.

Before you know it, you’re bouncing up and down on his cock of your own volition. Gasping and moaning as Adam’s own groans vibrate through your body.

“Adam,” you manage to cry out. It’s a warning. His eyes snap open and he looks at you urgently.

“You’re gonna cum again? You’re gonna cum, baby?”

“Yes. Gonna - ah. Cum.”

He grips your hips and guides your movement on him, helping your bodies hit harder, move deeper.

“Cum for me, sweet girl.”

You spasm on his cock, clenching and unclenching around his length while shakes wrack your body. You cry out his name along with a chorus of “please”. What you’re begging for you’re not sure. More of his cock? For him to come inside you?

You must beg for the latter because his mouth is at your ear again as you grip tightly onto him.

“You really want me to cum inside you? Are you sure?”

“Yes, please,” you let out hoarsely.

And with that permission he’s emptying himself inside you. Filling you up even more and letting out the most devastatingly delicious moans you’ve ever heard.

~*~

Later, after he’s helped clean you up and brought you a cold Gatorade, he settles beside you on the bed and drops a lazy kiss to your shoulder.

“Thank you,” he says simply. You scrunch your nose and laugh.

“You’re thanking me for sex?”

“It’s only polite.”

~*~

After note: WOW you guys. That wasn’t even supposed to be a lil thot let alone a fic. I started writing that last night just to say I went on a mediocre date and then this happened. Sackler is written a lot softer here than I usually write him, but I guess that’s just what I need right now. Hope it works for you.

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You're On Your Own, Kid (Adam Sackler x You)

Summary: Having Adam Sackler as a neighbor and best friend has it's perk. Especially when you need a shoulder to cry on.

Words: 2,122

Warnings: No sexual warnings! Nothing but best friends being there for one another who have some hidden feelings for one another. Author's Note: This is my first ever Adam Sackler one-shot! The idea for this was heavily inspired by Taylor Swifts new song "You're On Your Own, Kid". After hearing the song ONCE I couldn't get this idea out of my head so were we go. Hope everyone enjoys!

You knock on the door of his apartment with tears streaming down your face. You hadn’t bothered to call or text. Adam hates technology. If he was free to talk he’d answer his front door and invite you in and if he wasn’t you’d wander the streets floundering in your sadness. Adam Sackler has been your next store neighbor for a year now. He was the first person in the building to be nice to you. You could clearly remember your move in date. All those heavy boxes. No one had offered to help. No one except Adam.

His help had been invaluable and as a reward you had ordered pizza that you both ate on your living room floor and got to know one another. You were fast friends after that. In the grand scheme of things, a year isn’t a long time to truly know someone, but when it comes to your friendship with Adam it feels like a lifetime. You both rely on one another more than most neighbors. Each of you have developed a habit of just showing up at one another’s apartment when in crisis or facing things like boredom. It’s hard not to when you live down the hall from one another. The two of you turn to each other for just about anything. Adam needing to run lines for an audition? You were there. Your job stressing you out? He was there. Adam dealing with his unresolved feelings for Hanna? You were there. You getting into an argument with a friend? He was there. Adam spiraling about feeling like a failure and ultimately his sobriety? You were there. You crying over a breakup? He was there Adam wanting to go out and eat Chinese food at 2AM? You were definitely there.

Truthfully, you’re thankful for his presence in your life. Adam might be a big goofball and a horndog but deep down he has a kind heart that he tries to hide from most people. It’s a fact you relish in because it makes you feel closer to him than any other.

You were one another’s confidants and told each other things that you didn’t dare tell another living soul.

That’s why you find yourself at his door, because right now all you need is your friend.

A moment later the door opens to reveal the hulking form of your neighbor. He’s dressed down in a simple olive green t-shirt and jeans. All while holding a freakishly large sandwich.

“Holy fuck I was just thinking about you! I just made the most banging sandwich. You gotta take a bite.”

Your eyes flick up to meet his gaze and that’s when he sees your tear stained cheeks.

“Shit.” Adam curses under his breath, turning away for half a second to place his sandwich down somewhere before turning back and ushering you into his place with a hand on your upper back. “Everything is going to be alright, kid. You just go make yourself comfortable on the couch.”

You do as you're told, knowing the drill well enough by now. Any second now he was going to offer you food. To Adam, food cured any ailment. You’d smile at how adorable that is if you didn’t feel so exhausted from crying.

You sit down on the couch with a sigh and pray the thing just swallows you whole.

“Can I get you anything? Food, water, a pillow?”

You shake your head while more tears escape. Your eyes meet his deep brown ones and let your words tumble out.

“I-I just need my friend.” His features soften. He looks as if he’d give you the world if you asked for it. Without another word he comes to sit down beside you on the couch. His arm comes around you, letting you lean against him while he strokes your arm. For a few minutes, neither one of you speaks. You simply soak up the comfort being offered to you. It’s only once some of your tension dissipates that Adam speaks again. “What happened, kid? Why are you crying?” “It’s stupid.” You huff at yourself in annoyance and feverishly swipe at your tears. Just because Adam had seen you cry before didn’t make being this vulnerable any easier. You feel the tip of his nose pressing into your scalp, as if he’s trying to stop himself from smelling your hair. “Tell me anyway?” His voice is a low whisper. You do your best to suppress the shiver it triggers. Adam might be your friend but that doesn’t make him any less attractive. Determined to not be railroaded by his strong body and pretty face you sit up slightly. It gives you enough personal space to think clearly. “It’s just a build up of things. You know? Disappointments.” He chuckles in agreement, “I can say I’ve absolutely had my share of those. What’s been disappointing you?” “More like who.” You angrily mutter. “Alright then. Who’s disappointing you?” You can hear the grin in his tone without even looking at him. He’s always found your anger adorable. As infuriating as that is, it isn’t what’s important now. You came here to vent. You came here to unload so for even a few minutes this burden wasn’t yours to carry.

Your shoulders slump in defeat. You’re suddenly too exhausted to be your normally fiery self. “A lot of people….But I guess mostly myself.” “I’m not sure I understand?” You try your best to piece your thought process together into words. It isn’t an easy task but somehow you manage. “I’m disappointed in myself because I give people too much power over me. I love too hard….care too deeply. People keep taking advantage of that and I….let them.” You choke, the words getting caught in your throat. Adam shushes you and softly prompts you to take your time. You nod, giving yourself a moment to take a few deep breaths. When you feel capable you try again to continue. “I once read somewhere that what you give power to has power over you. I think that’s my problem. I let people into my life, I love them, encourage them, give them my time and they revel in it until they move onto better things. It’s draining! I’m tired of my self worth being determined by how other people treat me!” The volume of your voice picks up a notch. Your sadness turns into bitterness that tastes like lemon rinds on your tongue. “Rationally I know that when people treat you shitty it’s not a reflection on you but it’s so hard to not blame myself. My brain automatically tells me if I was a better friend, a prettier girlfriend, a more motivated worker none of this would happen!” You swipe your arm across your face, determined to not drip snot on top of crying. You didn’t need to be gross and pathetic. Adam takes this moment to interject with a question. “Are we talking about a specific person?” You shake your head. “No, just noticing a pattern of behavior. People keep waltzing in and out of my life like it’s no big deal. As if I had no meaning to them in the first place and I’m sick. of. it.”

Each of your words is punctuated with anger. So much so that a quiet hush falls. The only sounds come from the busy Manhattan streets below. Somewhere in the distance a car horn is blown, a group of friends loudly laughs, a dog barks at a jogger.

These noises don’t phase either of you. The sounds of the city are so much a part of your everyday life that they have no chance in snatching your attention.

But Adam’s next choice of words can.

“You’re on your own, kid. You always have been.”

You roll your eyes so hard it’s a wonder that they don’t get trapped inside your skull. “Yeah thanks Adam. That’s exactly what I need to hear right now.”

Your sarcasm drips like maple syrup down the side of a pancake stack.

Adam lightly nudges your ribs with his elbow.

“I don’t mean it like that. I mean that you’re the only one that you can truly count on. Yeah you’ve got friends and family who care about you, but in the end it’s your strength that has to carry you through.”

Goddamn him and his random insightful advice.

“But what if I’m not strong enough? What if I can’t keep this up anymore?”

The emotions begin to take over and make your eyes glassy with fresh tears.

Something tugs at your chin and turns it towards Adam. You quickly realize it’s his hand gently cupping your chin so you’re looking him in the eye.

“Of course you’re strong enough. You’ve gotten through all your past bad days, haven’t you? You did that. Not anyone else.”

You gape at him, having no clue how to respond because he’s right. Even when loved ones give you support it’s you that chooses to take that support and keep pushing forward. You lean into his touch, wanting the warmth of it to sear into your flesh. “I-it’s really hard.” Your voice cracks. It’s too difficult to keep it all in check right now. His brows pull together, the empathy evident on his face. “I know it is, kid. But if anyone believes in you, it sure as hell is me.” “Adam…..” You breathe out his name as tremendous emotion grips your heart. Your eyes flick from his lips to his eyes. When did the two of you move closer in? Now there were only inches separating your mouths. You forget why you came here and what you were upset about. It all dissipates because the man besides you makes it all seem meaningless. Why couldn’t more people in your life be like him? Especially the men. If any of the guys you dated cared even just a fraction of the way Adam did then your love life would look a lot different. Some part of you murmurs out a question. What would it be like to kiss him? “Maybe you should focus on the people and relationships that don’t make you doubt what you mean to them?” You nod your head and simultaneously straighten your spine. He’s being sensible and it snaps you back to reality. The one where you and Adam are only friends. Given half the chance you know you would want more but the thought of ruining the safety you had found just down the hall from you is terrifying. You couldn’t risk it. You couldn’t lose your best friend. “And it’s also important that you stand on your own two feet.”

Oh shit, was he still talking?

You give him your full attention, nodding along as he continues. He also resituates his position, sitting forward so his forearms rest atop his knees.

“You’ve got a good head on your shoulders and you clearly take care of yourself, your home, your responsibilities but I think you’re right about not letting these douchebags affect you so much.” He turns his head to look at you, wanting to make sure his words were sinking in.

“If they don’t value you then fuck ‘em. They don’t deserve a place in your life anyway. The right people are already here for you.”

You guessed he was right but…..

“So….what? I’m supposed to just not let anyone new into my life?”

He chuckles, causing the corners of his eyes to crinkle in amusement.

“No you goof. I’m telling you to live your life. Make new friends, go out and have fun, kiss lots of guys or girls, travel, do things out of your comfort zone. Take each moment and really enjoy it but don’t be afraid when disappointment comes or when people walk away.”

He leans back, finds your hand resting on your knee and places his hand over it. He laces your fingers together and reassuringly squeezes.

“You’ve got no reason to be afraid. No matter what you gain or lose, is still a step forward.”

You squeeze his hand in return and offer him a smile. And as much as some part of you still longs to know what being loved by him would feel like—you realize that here and now is you.

For healing.

For self improvement.

For happiness.

For selfishly taking care of you and you only.

Maybe one day time would be on your side. Maybe one day you’d both be ready for something more.

But for now, it was enough to be holding your best friend’s hand in his cluttered mancave of an apartment.

“Thank you, Adam.”

He grins, his uneven teeth poking through. “Anytime, kid.”

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