#adam sackler fic

[weareallstoriesintheend]

“Koala bear” type hug. With Sackler

-💜

Hi 😘 here you go.... A little smushy cuddle time with our favourite gremlin....

“Was this what you had in mind?” Adam asked, his voice tinged with a mischievous tone.

“I gueb doh,” you mumbled, cheeks smooshing your lips together as he squeezed you tighter against his chest. Your cheeks fought against the smile that emerged when he patted your head with one hand before returning his arm to crushing around your shoulders.

He chuckled, “Excellent!”

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Today had been long, far too long for your liking, and you’d trudged your way through the door to your apartment with a solemn look on your face. A look which your roommate Adam didn’t take kindly too.

“Who do I need to rob?”

“Isn’t it usually ‘who do I need to kill’?” You had asked through a yawn as you deposited your bag on the dining table.

Adam sat up, leaning haphazardly over the back of the couch, “Well murder isn’t really in my repertoire. Plus, I feel robbing someone of all their shit is a much more painful punishment.”

You smiled for the first time in several hours, kicking your boots off you sighed in relief, “I need dinner, or a big hug, or a litre of vodka I haven’t decided.”

As you gazed helplessly towards the fridge, praying for your brain to come with a plan for some semblance of a meal you could hear shuffling behind you.

Glancing across you watched as Adam maneuvered his oversized body around on the too-small couch until he was laying on his back.

“Come here please,” he requested loudly into the room; you giggled as his arms appeared, thrust directly up into the air, above the brim of the couch-back.

You stepped towards him, peering down at him, “Yes?”

He shook his head and pointed, with purpose, to the spot between the edge of the sofa and the coffee table on the opposite side. Rolling your eyes, you followed his silent instructions and walked around to the spot.

This time, he nodded approvingly, before grabbing you and dragging you at an awkward angle on top of him.  Your body slid and you wriggled in protest as he scooted you round so you lay full length down his body.

“Adam!” you huffed, but your words were cut off by his long arms crushing the air from your lungs.

Your face was pressed uncomfortably against the swell of his warm chest, his hips dug into the tops of your thighs and his arms were squeezing you so tight it felt a little difficult to breathe. His dark blue t-shirt smelled of old cologne and some kind of bran cereal, probably the muesli he’d eaten for lunch you mused to yourself as you spotted a little oat seed stuck to the fabric by your nose. But it was exactly what you needed, your muscles relaxed eventually and you sunk into the comforting warmth beneath you.

“Was this what you had in mind?”

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[jynzandtonic]

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.”

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[mrs-gucci]

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 ★

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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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[baby-walsh]

Which Adam Driver characters can find the clit with little to no explanation, a non comprehensive* list by Zo. Because I'm Feeling Some Type Of Way™

*Based on the media I've seen, in no particular order

Adam Sackler (Girls): Yes but chooses not to cause he's selfish

Kylo Ren (Star Wars): will show off the first few times but eventually stops citing that his work is too important for more than quickies.

Jacques Le Gris (The Last Duel): Can he find it? Yes. Does he care? No.

Jack Gladney (White Noise): Yes, yes, yes. The man would worship you.

Philip Altman (This Is Where I Leave You): Considering his preoccupation with MILFs I'd say yes. They taught him well.

Flip Zimmerman (BlacKkKlansmen): 50/50

Charlie Barber (Marriage Story): Selfish. You have to work with him.

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[artemisthewh0re]

Hello 👋

I have would like to know if u could do these request with Adam :

•One where the the reader a have a miscarriage do to a previous abortion and because of that she go through a sever depression.

•one where the reader has a borderline personality where she is going through one episode.

And one where the reader have a toxic family where every one is neglicted toward her (like she not ivinted to the event etc).And her dad always very mean (like always yelling to her )and nobody is doing anything because they don’t rlly care .

Tyy very much , I loved the last one that have done for me .💓

Loss

Adam Sackler x fem!reader

Warnings: talks of miscarriage, abortions, depression

A/N: I'm glad you like my work! Your requests always give me something interesting to write. I'm only going to do the first prompt right now since I have so many requests to finish but I'll try to revisit the other one after ❤️❤️

Prompt #1:

“I’m sorry ma’am, but you had a miscarriage.”

You were four months pregnant when it happened. Those words echoed through your head for days. Sometimes they still creep back into your mind just to haunt you. Every counselor told you it wasn’t your fault, but you didn’t believe them. It didn’t matter if no one thought it was your fault because you did. Your boyfriend tried his best to keep your spirits up afterwards, but you became a shell of the person you used to be. You spend your days in bed or on the couch aimlessly flipping through shows or just sleeping for hours. You’re spending your day on the couch watching reruns to The Kardashian’s when Adam walks in.

“Hey kid, how are you feeling?” Adam sits on the floor next to you, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Fine,” you mutter, not taking your eyes off the tv. Adam turns to look at the tv and sees what you’re watching.

“I thought you hated this show! Didn’t you call them vapid celebrities with no self-awareness?” Adam asks.

You don’t respond, just stare blankly at the screen. He turns back to you and looks you over. He can probably smell the fact you haven’t showered in a week. You become self-conscious under his gaze and curl up into the fetal position, trying your best to just disappear.

“Honey, we need to talk,” Adam says after a minute. He grabs the remote and turns off the tv. He moves off the floor to the couch, a comforting hand caresses your ankle as he begins to talk.

“It’s been a month since…everything happened and I know you’re still hurting. I’m hurting too y’know, but I think you should start therapy. The hospital recommended some places that take our insurance, so we should try one.” He looks to you for any response, but there’s only silence. “Baby, I know it’s not easy to talk about, but if you won’t talk to me at least talk to a doctor. I’m worried about you. I just want you to be okay.”

You sit up, trying your best to think of anything to say, but nothing comes out.

“You can’t just spend all day here wasting away.”

“You don’t understand,” you finally say.

“No, I don’t understand because you don’t talk to me anymore!” Adam says in frustration.

“It’s all my fault! It’s my fault our baby died and there’s nothing I can do to bring them back!” you shout. All of your emotions spill out of you and for the first time since it happened, you cried. You cry like everything you ever loved has died. You cry like you’ll never feel happy again. Tears stream down your face and snot runs out of your nose. Your sobs are muffled by Adam pulling you to his chest. His strong arms wrap around your body, holding you tightly like you might try to run away.

“Baby, it’s not your fault. We did everything right,” Adam whispers.

“I had an abortion back when I was with my abusive ex. It left scarring on my uterus and that’s why I miscarried. It’s my fault. If I hadn’t had the abortion, our baby might still be alive.” You sob harder into Adam’s shirt. “I’m sorry.”

Adam doesn’t say anything. He rubs your back as you continue to cry. You don’t stop until your throat feels raw, but still sit in silence with Adam comforting you.

“I don’t blame you. I would never blame you for making a decision like that,” Adam says after minutes of silence.

“I know, but I hate myself for it and I’m too ashamed to talk about it to a stranger.”

“We can go together if you want. I’ll always be here to support you.”

“Okay,” you say, pulling out of his embrace.

“Okay. Everything is going to be okay.”

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[holesandlividity]

Might start writing for Adam driver characters, not sure yet but most likely

#jaz speaks #theres not enough fics for him tbh #charlie barber x reader #kylo ren x reader #flip zimmerman x reader #adam sackler x reader

[trashpandafiction]

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

[ladyinwriting18]

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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could you do a part 2 to slow ride when reader becomes really distant with kylo and starts avoiding him. and with them ending uup together in the end. angst to comfort maybe a little smut(¬‿¬)

Slow Ride II

Characters: 70s!Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 3,099

Note: Hey there! Sorry for being so absent, I've been working so much which DOES NOT bode well for writer's block. However, today we see part 2 of this! Absolutely love love love this idea and I'm so glad you sent it in! Plus, a special appearance from none other than Sackler >:)

This is a part two fic to this one. Read that before coming back!

Contents/Warnings: angst, cannabis, alcohol, unprotected sex, some fluff, PIV, cheating, slight overstimulation

It had been a few weeks since the summer kick-off beer bust, and you hadn’t seen Kylo in days. You wondered where he had run off to get drunk because he hadn’t bothered to call your landline. It pissed you off, because how did he go from calling you every day to now running around with god knows who? You never met to sound like his coach, who was insistent that he had a bad crowd, but you were always worried about him. 

Your mother opened your door, breaking you from your thoughts. You tilted your head to the side, giving her a soft smile. 

“Kylo’s on the phone for you,” she spoke, giving you a slight smirk.

Your mom absolutely adored Kylo, she loved when he would come over and stay with you. He was a perfect gentleman to her and to your entire family. She always hoped you two would be together, always mentioning how cute Kylo was. You’d roll your eyes, but secretly always agreed. 

You hopped off your bed, walking past your mother to the landline. 

“Hello?” You spoke, furrowing your brows.

“Hey, doll.” 

You sighed out, a small smile flooding your face. You missed his voice, and wished he was standing in front of you. 

“We went to grab Aerosmith tickets.”

“I know, but you haven’t see me in a bit.” 

You heard Kylo sigh from the other end. 

“I know, but, hey, I got you a ticket. Front row.”

You grinned, hearing that news. You were so, so excited to be able to go to that concert, especially with Kylo. 

“What about, her?” You asked, twirling the phone cord in your fingers. 

“Not coming,” Kylo responded quickly, assuring you. 

The smile on your face grew, feeling relief that you wouldn’t have to be the third wheel. 

“I’ve gotta go though, she’s coming over,” Kylo spoke after a moment, instantly killing your mood.

You groaned, rolling your eyes. 

“Fine.” 

You heard a click after saying your goodbyes, sadly hanging the phone back on the wall. You trudged back to your room, flopping back on your bed. 

You didn’t hear from Kylo again for awhile, which made you increasingly upset. 

It was five days until the concert when Kylo finally showed up at your house for the first time in forever. 

You were super pissed, because why was he ignoring you so heavily? You had spent the time with your friends, so it wasn’t too bad on you, but it still weighed you down. 

You stared at him in the doorway, clearing your throat as you looked up at him. He gave you a small smile, letting out a sigh. He went in for a hug, but you moved away quickly. When you looked back up at him, he looked shocked, even a bit sad. You shook your head at him, frowning. Kylo really had expected that you wouldn’t be mad when he showed up randomly to your house? 

You stepped outside in front of him, shutting your door behind you. 

“Kylo, I know you are not expecting to just step into my house and think that I’m going to just let you, you’ve ignored me for weeks. Go home.” 

He scoffed, tilting his head. 

“It’s not like I meant it,” he complained, folding his arms across his chest. 

“Look, whatever you meant by it, we’ll talk later. I’ve gotta get ready for the party later.”

“At Nick’s?” 

“Who else’s?” You retorted, opening your front door and backing inside of it. 

Kylo tried to follow you inside, like he had done so many times prior, but you shoved him back gently. 

“Go home, Kylo.” 

As you shut the door behind you, you sighed, leaning against it for a second. You closed your eyes, before remembering that you did actually have to get ready. 

You put on your clothes, did your hair and makeup before heading back downstairs and strolling out to your car. You put the key into your beetle, heading down the street to pick up friend after friend. 

You gossiped a bit, letting them know exactly what Kylo had done, being met with scoffs and laughter. 

“He really thought he could do that to you?” Your best friend, Tori asked, lighting the joint in her hand. 

You pursed your lips, nodding slowly, inhaling off the joint when it was passed to you. You sat there at the red light, joint between your fingers. You passed it behind you to your other friend, relaxing against your seat. Before you knew it, you were at Nick’s house. 

You all got out, locking your car before you walked up to the front door. Tori finished off the joint, dropping it to the ground and stepping on it. She knocked on the door, being greeted by none other than Kylo. 

He had his somehow-still-girlfriend, Katherine, on his arm. He gave you a warm smile when he saw you and you met him back with a look that could pierce skin. Tori met him with the same look, grabbing your arm and pushing past him, so all five of you could shove past the two of them. 

When you were all inside, the other three friends found their way to alcohol, with you and Tori not too far behind them. She handed you a cup, both of you leaning back against a wall, observing where to go next in the house. 

You mentioned being pissed at Kylo, which Tori already knew. 

“Listen, forget about him, get drunk, get laid, get even,” she responded, grinning at you from ear to ear. 

She played a good wing-woman, and was insistent on getting you laid. You’d have multiple conversations that night, Tori including herself and letting guys know how available you were. That was until Adam Sackler made it known that he was there. You had a slight crush on him awhile back, and still found him quite attractive. 

“Sackler, how’s it going?” Tori grinned, putting her hand on your lower back to shove you forward. 

“Good as always, ladies,” he responded, shooting you a smirk. 

Sackler wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him. The cologne he used made you melt, he smelled so good. You leaned against him, breathing in deep. You lost yourself in conversation, not even realizing Kylo had joined in after awhile. 

He butted in by clearing his throat, arms across his chest. He eyed you and Sackler, clearly showing something was bothering him. It didn’t bother you, in fact it made you happy that he had to see you hanging all over one of his best friends. You took a sip from your cup, turning your head to your so-called best friend. 

“Came to ask if you wanted to smoke a joint with the guys, Sackler,” Kylo mentioned, motioning to the front door. 

“I’m in,” Sackler responded, letting go of you, taking a drink from his beer. 

Kylo grinned at him, letting him move past your small group, turning back to you and grabbing you by the wrist. He shot an apology at Tori before dragging you up the stairs. You fought him, trying to tug away, though it was absolutely no use. 

He shoved you back into an empty room, shutting and locking the door behind him.

“What do you think you’re fucking doing?” You raised your voice, setting your drink down on the desk nearby. 

“Making sure my best friend, which is you, by the way, knows that Sackler does not want anything romantic!” 

“Who said it was romantic, Kylo?” You retorted back at him, mouth slightly agape in disgust at the fact he thought he was somehow saving you. 

“You don’t need to get used by that guy!” He shouted, crossing his arms. 

You rolled your eyes, scoffing at him. 

“Yet you’re getting used by Katherine?” You spoke, an fake innocent look upon your face. 

“I’m not getting used, okay?” 

His brows furrowed, showing just how flustered he was on his face. You pursed your lips at him, eyes drifting around the room. You couldn’t look him in the eyes, you would end up laughing at him. 

You turned away from him, unlocking the door when Kylo forcefully turned you around, pinning you to the wall. Your eyes bounced between both of his, still wondering how you got into this situation. 

“Kylo.” 

The dark-haired male crashed his lips down onto yours before even mustering a response, his hands above your shoulders, making you unable to move. You pulled away, making a noise of disgust at him, shaking your head. 

“Do you think I’m that easy?” You asked, crossing your arms. 

Kylo didn’t have a response for that. He backed away from you, a small “sorry” leaving his lips. You had no idea how drunk he was, obviously enough to think he could make up to you with a makeout session. 

You turned around from him, finally unlocking the door. As you were exiting the room, Kylo muttered something, but you weren’t exactly sure of what he was saying. 

You finally met up with Tori again, who was with the three others, and Sackler. You lacked a drink, which Sackler noticed immediately and offered you to nurse off his freshly opened beer. 

The rest of the party was decently enjoyable, involving you on Sackler’s arm the rest of the night. When it was finally time to leave, you pushed your four drunk friends back into your car, leaving them there while you said goodbye to Adam. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, hanging on him for a minute. 

His arms greeted your hips, leaning down and pecking a kiss on your lips. You smiled against his lips, pulling him in for another kiss. When you pulled away, you looked past his shoulder, noticing Kylo in the back, near the front door. His girlfriend was nowhere in sight, yet his eyes pierced through Sackler, straight to you. You pulled away from the male in front of you, backing up to your car. 

You leaned against it, Sackler insisting he fit into the car with you guys so you would take him home. You shook your head, giving him a wide grin, you knew exactly what his plans were. 

You pecked at his lips once more before fully saying goodnight and entering your car.

***

You lay in your room, two days later.

You were wondering if you were even still going to the concert with Kylo, or if he was really going to take his girlfriend at this point. 

You heard a knock at your window, sitting up instantly. You looked over, seeing Kylo trying to open your window. You opened it for him, backing away so he could get into your room. 

“Don’t speak to me at the party, then ignore me some more?” Kylo questioned, sitting on your window sill. 

You flopped back onto your bed, shaking your head. 

“First off, you wanted to be with Katherine the entire night, so no, Kylo, I’m not speaking to you anymore. In fact, I don’t even know that I want to be around you anymore,” you retorted. 

Kylo stared at you, open-mouthed at what you had just said. You could tell it instantly hurt his feelings, and as much as you felt bad, it needed to be said. 

“Why does it bother you if I’m with Katherine?” He responded, voice a bit shaky, “it bothers you to the point of I’m no good to be around?” 

Your hands fell out in front of you, motioning for him to stop talking. 

“It’s not that you’re no good to be around, it’s that you’re a dick for cheating on her and letting her do it back.” 

He shrugged, still as if to say how that was your problem. He’d be right if you weren’t in love with him. 

Kylo stood up in front of you, one hand pushing his locks out of his face. The silence was deafening, both of you sitting there awkwardly, unsure of what to say next. You moved your hands around, moving one to touch your face, looking up at the male in front of you. 

Kylo fell to his knees suddenly in front of you, hands on either side of your lap. He just sat there, taking a sharp inhale. His hands moved to your thighs, squeezing them. He looked up at you, pursing his lips.

“I’m sorry for making her more important in my life.” 

You gave him a pitiful smile, shrugging at him. You placed both of your hands on his cheeks, rubbing your thumb over his lower lip. 

“She just doesn’t deserve you, not like I do,” you whispered, eyes trailing down his face. 

A grin widened upon his lips, tilting his head to the side. He got the child-in-a-candy-store look in his eyes once again, leaning up slightly. You felt his breathe touch your lips, but held yourself back from kissing him. 

“Nobody deserves me like you do,” he breathed, eyes fixated on your lips. 

He leaned in, smashing his lips against yours for what felt like the first time in forever. It was needy, teeth clashing, and absolutely everything you craved from him. He moved on top of you, your legs wrapped around his waist. 

Kylo’s hips ground down onto yours, eliciting a moan from you. He hummed against your lips, pulling away for a moment. You both took deep breaths, hips rocking against each other. Kylo’s hand found its way under your shirt, hand squeezing at your breast. 

“Need you,” he murmured out, leaning down and biting at your lower lip. 

You whined at him, grinding your hips against his again. He nodded, placing his hand on your jawline. 

He clashed your mouths together once again, finding a way to get your pants off of you while his lips were against yours. Before you knew it, you felt his cock rubbing against your center, sitting your body up on your elbows. 

“No foreplay?” You breathed out, eyeing his cock. Even from the last time you two had sex, you were extremely worried about how he was going to fit,  even then it left you sore for days. 

“Sorry, just so excited to be inside of you.” 

He delved two fingers inside of you, making you arch your back, moaning out for him. Kylo chuckled, shaking his head. 

“I haven’t even done anything to you!” 

The innocent look on his face was enough to drive you mad, and you begged for him to make you moan even more for him. 

“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he breathed, pumping his fingers in and out of you. You moaned out for him, finding it hard to make words come out of your mouth. 

“Want you to choke me, fuck me like she wouldn’t let you,” you whimpered out when he stopped moving his fingers. He smirked at you, loving what he was hearing.

“You’re fucking dirty when you want to be.”

Kylo pulled his fingers out of you, making you whimper at the loss of contact. He pushed his fingers into your mouth, making you suck on them. You moaned at the taste of yourself, and you were sure he could feel his cock get harder at the sound. 

“You’re gonna take all of my cock, got that, doll?”

You nodded, leaving Kylo to thrust into you. You moaned out for him, gasping as you took every inch of him. He bottomed out inside of you, letting out small groans and swears. 

Kylo took off at a relentless pace, hand finding your throat. He pressed you into your mattress, his other hand finding countless places on your body to grope and squeeze. He pounded you, the sound of his balls slapping against your skin filling the room. Gasps and soft moans followed, your arms finding his shoulders, scratching at the skin. 

He let out groans, loving the feeling of your nails digging into him. He slowed his pace a bit, taking the time to grind up against you between each thrust, making sure you could feel just as good as he was feeling. Kylo filled your neck with plenty of small bites, slapping the side of your ass with his free hand. 

He threw both of your legs over his shoulders, both of his hands taking yours and pinning them above your head. You squeezed at his fingers intertwined in yours, clenching your walls around him. He rolled his hips up against yours, making your furrow your brows in pleasure. 

Kylo bit at your jawline, sucking and nipping along his journey back to your neck. Muttering how good you were for him nearly sent you over the edge. Before you knew it, you were cumming all over his cock, your head thrown back in pure ecstasy. 

Your body tensed up around his cock, practically unable to move. He picked his pace up, thrusting harshly into you as you came down from your high. One of his hands found your clit, rubbing circles, easily overstimulating you. Your body jerked upward, nearly trying to find a way to get away from him, it was too much. 

“No no, take it,” he growled. 

His hand held your hips down, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he continued to thrust into you. 

“Close,” he growled out, picking up the pace of his hips. 

Kylo abruptly stopped and you could feel his thick ropes of cum coating your walls. He slowly began to move as he came down from his high, eyes fluttering as he moved. 

When he finally pulled out of you, he fell next to you on your bed, immediately pulling you into his body. 

You curled up to him, bodies sweaty, yet perfectly intertwined. Kylo planted a kiss on your forehead, grinning. You listened to his heartbeat, tracing little shapes into his chest. This was the Kylo you wanted to keep forever, the happy completely focused on you version. 

“Much better on a bed.”

You chuckled, kissing his chest.

“So much better.” 

“You know I love you right?” 

You grinned, lifting your head to look at Kylo. He leaned his head up as well, pecking at your lips gently. You smiled against his lips, kissing all over his cheeks and jawline. 

“All I wanted was to hear you say that!” You exclaimed, giggling at him, “now, could you please break up with her?” 

Kylo got that look on his face again, sighing. 

“Yeah, yeah, I will.”

That still didn’t give you any hope, but you really wanted to leave the moment be. 

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The Temp (Adam Sackler x Reader)

Summary: You are the CEO of your company and your assistant recently left unexpectedly, you're desperate for a new one so the agency sends you an out of work actor. You had no idea what was coming when he walked through your office door. Words: 4,755

Warnings: Pet names, slight degradation, PIV sex, masturbation

Notes: My God she still exists. Yes, Hi, I'm still here lolol I just haven't been writing much for me lately but I got this idea so please... indulge me the length of this. I was having fun!

You rubbed your fingertips along your temples, elbows digging into the lacquered oak of your desk. This day was becoming a bit too long for your liking, hours of back-and-forth emails, phone calls and one appallingly long meeting tensed your shoulders uncomfortably. This shit shouldn’t be possible on a Saturday.

The knock at your office door almost made you swear rather loudly at whomever was occupying your time as you were trying to finish up for the day. But when you looked up you saw it was Adam leaning against the frame of your open office door, and that urge eased. He was always a welcome sight, a presence that changed the atmosphere of your office simply by walking into it.

Adam Sackler had been a very last-minute temp replacement when your new assistant had taken long-term sick. He was an… odd choice for this office, an ‘in between work’ actor with little to no experience but he was all the agency had to offer at such short notice so you’d taken him. Usually, flashy high-powered suits were all that roamed these halls and Adam had certainly been the odd one out when he’d walked in on his first day.

Currently he rolled on his heels in your doorway, dressed in dark blue jeans and a khaki-green t-shirt.

You’d spent the last three months desperately trying to get him to stick to dress-code, an impossible task it seemed. But this time the tiredness that sat heavy in your bones, and the fact you’d asked him to come in on a Saturday two weeks in a row, meant you let it slide this one time.

“You ok?” he asked.

You let out a sigh as he sauntered towards you, “Exhausted, irritated… the usual.”

Adam chuckled, it was low and deep and understanding. He was working as your temp assistant for the next year so he had to be reasonably well versed in the shit that crossed your desk on a daily basis.

In fact, he’d been the only assistant in a while that liked to know the ins and outs of what he was being asked to do. Morbid curiosity more than anything at the inner workings of a high-output, multi-million dollar firm.

“Can I take anything off your plate?” he asked and your heart soared, no one asked you that. Ever.

You shook your head, “Everything’s pretty much done for the day, just a few more emails and-“

“-Thank fuck, cause I was hoping we could… head home?” he interrupted you, a cheeky eyebrow raise clued you in on his intentions. Even his body language changed, it wasn’t subtle but it was smooth. Like a languid sexiness trailed itself through his muscles, his body being drawn towards you as if dragged by a magnetic pull.

You smiled knowingly, “Feeling neglected?”

“It’s been days, I bet that pussy is feeling neglected,” he retorted. You admonished him with a frantic noise, gesturing toward the open door in horror.

He cackled, shrugging, “Office is empty.”

“You don’t know that!” you couldn’t stay mad, even if you tried. But to appease you he made a show of turning on his heel and closing the door behind him.

The click of the lock sent a jolt of electricity through your clit. Because little did anyone out there know, you and the new temp had been fucking for weeks.

After hours, in the bathroom, in the back seat of your car… everywhere he could get his paw-like hands on you, he did.

He didn’t want the fancy dinners, the new wardrobe or the expensive watch like all the other men that wandered into your life at the first sniff of money. All Adam Sackler wanted was you, all the time and in every way he could have you.

“Look I’m almost done, just let me get these emails done and we can-“

A loud ring from the phone on your desk drew both of your attentions. You rolled your eyes and pointed to the receiver, “Or I’ll get that instead….Hello?” you said, lifting it to your ear.

There was a beat of silence, it was a client, “Oh I’m so glad you called Jamie,” you replied. Adam snorted at the lack of sincerity you hoped only he could hear.

You watched Adam out the corner of your eye as he occupied himself; pulling at the spines of the books on the shelves to get a better look, staring at the painting on the far wall, quite literally twiddling his thumbs.

As you tried to occupy your mind on the matters being discussed you had to physically force yourself to pull your eyes away from him. The way the muscles of his back rolled under the light fabric of his t-shirt made your fingers twitch and that wasn’t conducive to good business.

That was until he invaded your eyeline purposefully.

Adam sat on the edge of your desk for a few minutes, fiddling with the pens in the pot and watching you, smiling when you kept looking up to catch his eye. Then his fingertips trailed up your arm, a shiver of goosebumps trailed all the way up and climbed the column of your neck.

You brushed him off and raised a finger, a signal to wait. Your eyes raked over him, the way his hair fell in his caramel eyes or how damn broad his shoulders were. He caught you looking and smirked, pointedly looking you over as well. He bit his lip as he stared down at your tits, slightly exposed in a tastefully unbuttoned blouse.

“No,” you said, and his eyes swiftly raised to your face as if he was being told off, “No, Jamie I don’t think that’s quite right, I agree. I’ll get accounting to run those numbers again, maybe a job from last quarter slipped through the cracks.”

Adam smirked in realization, scooting forward on the desk a little.

“That’s right, I think attendance at that meeting would be advantageous regardless of what we decide to do with the Williams account.”

His fingertips returned to your arms and you mimicked your motion from earlier and he raised his hands in mocking surrender.

The wait was barely long enough for you to get a sentence out. Then his foot nestled itself on the chair between your casually outstretched thighs. There was just enough room for him to get his foot there and push your chair back a little.

You watched Adam as he dropped to his knees in the space he’d created and crawled his huge body under your desk. You smiled in confusion at his movements, biting back a giggle at the way he had to duck his head. He nestled onto his knees and looked up at you.

He adjusted the chair a little closer to him with a tug, your free hand sprung out to steady yourself against the edge of the desktop at the speed with which he pulled you. Your breath hitched when his thick fingers wound their way around your bare ankle. A quiet cough covered it.

He bent, pressing his lips up the inside of your right leg, fingers barely touching you – holding you as if you were a precious antique. It was oddly unlike him actually, usually all rough and tumble, the gentle nature of him sent a ripple up your spine.

The hand on your left leg moved up, you heard the sound of his skin against yours as he glided it up and under the hem of your skirt. His fingers massaged into your thigh as he pressed his lips into your slowly heating skin. Your toes twitched in your heels, flexing against the swells of pleasure that melted through you.

Your ears sounded like they were fizzing as your mind clouded over, desperately hanging on to the conversation at hand as Adam took his time with you.

He sucked on the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, by your left knee, and you hummed a gentle moan which you skillfully turned into a, “Mmmhmm, yes absolutely.”

You pinched his forearm and his eyes lazily raised up, “What are you doing?” you mouthed silently, gesturing to the phone, “What the fuck?”

“What?” he whispered back, innocent eyes holding your gaze. His hands slid up further as his lips occupied themselves on the new slip of thigh that had been exposed by the way he pushed up your skirt.

Deft fingers hooked your underwear and tugged, the awkward motion of it made you rise a little out of your seat and Adam took that second to make swift work of pulling your underwear down your legs.

“Excuse me for just a second, would you?” you said into the receiver, voice noticeably strained. You leaned forward and practically smacked the hold button on the phone, dropping the receiver to the desk with a clunk.

You reached between your legs and grabbed a handful of Adam’s hair, pulling him up between your legs.

“Ah ah ah!” he protested in pain, you let go once you were face to face. He pouted, doing a great job at acting innocent despite the fact he clutched your lace underwear in his fist.

“Can you behave?” you scolded; you wrapped your fingers around his throat. You didn’t tighten them, just held them there and felt his quickening pulse beneath them.

“Don’t know the meaning of the word,” he laughed, tilting his chin up defiantly and you caught him squirrelling away your underwear into his back pocket.

You rolled your eyes and ushered his large body out from under your desk, “Well learn! How did you even get under there? I-“

“Cravings will make a man do dangerous things.”

“Is that so?” you laughed, watching him paw at his jeans, “I’m nearly done, I promise.”

“You better be.”

You scoffed, “Is that an order Mr. Sackler?”

There goes that smirk again, “It might be, if that’s what you’re looking for tonight?”

A tremble went through your body, you were sure your jaw went slack for a second so you flexed it to compose yourself.  

“Now are you going to sit on the couch and let me finish my call in peace?” you asked, voice thick with instruction as you vied for the power once again.  

Adam nodded, a combination of a smirk and a pout lining his lips as he plopped himself onto the green velvet couch. You turned away from him a little as you picked up the receiver and clicked off the blinking red light.

“I’m sorry about that Jamie, where were we?”

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Adam was a wriggler, could barely sit till for three minutes let alone the ten that you kept him waiting for. You could hear the rustle of clothes and the tapping and shuffling of him writhing around like a child behind you. After a while curiosity got the better of you and you spun your chair to face him.

You viewed him with an intrigued expression as soon as you laid eyes on him, all shifty as mischief coloured every inch of him. You raised an eyebrow to show him you’d picked up on the something up his sleeve, humming into the receiver distractedly to indicate you were still listening.  

Adam grinned, scooting his legs up and thrusting his hips just a touch to get comfortable. Your eyes were drawn to the newly emerging bulge there, you swallowed thickly before letting your eyes drift back up to his face. His cunning grin made your body confused, you didn’t know whether to be frustrated at his lack of respect or turned on at what he did next.

His hand slid down his torso as he took his eyes off you and focused on himself. His palm rubbed purposefully over his cock for a moment before he yanked his t-shirt off over his head.

When Adam looked back up, he could see your darkened expression and the way a pink blush tipped the apples of your cheeks. His eyes widened with lust; head tiled teasingly as he stood.

Jamie’s voice on the end of the phone was still speaking but it was like he was underwater to you as you watched Adam unbutton his jeans. He let them drop to the floor, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers he bent to pull them down. You watched him kick them free of his ankles and under the little coffee table, then he looked back up at you with a widening smile.

“Oops,” he mouthed silently with a pointed shrug. It was then you noticed the way your fist had gripped a handful of your skirt, knuckles white against the effort. You rolled your eyes at him.

“Are you still there?” Jamie’s voice on the end of the phone called out, followed by your name.

You coughed inelegantly, “Yes of course, sorry.”

Shaking your head at Adam you stood up, a warning. Your ability to focus was slipping with every next action he took. Whilst holding your eye contact his oversized hand gripped his oversized cock and your brain short circuited.

You weren’t even sure what Jamie had been saying for the last few minutes. You watched intently as Adam bent down to the sofa behind him and picked up something – your underwear.

As he brought your underwear to his nose, cock still in-hand, and inhaled you couldn’t take it anymore.  

“Look… the phone line here is a little off today, keeps ummm breaking up. Can I call you back Monday? Hopefully I can get my guys to sort something for you for Wednesday but let me confirm that next week. 10am sound g-good?” you continued, clearing your throat to let the smooth professionalism shine through.

Jamie agreed and you managed to quickly, and politely, end the call. Sliding the receiver back onto the phone stand you leant forward on your hands, flat palms against the desk.

“What about that was behaving?”

“I-I’m sorry,” he laughed, hand still lazily stroking his cock. You crossed the room in as few steps as you could and just as he was raising your underwear back to his face you snatched them from him. Throwing them to the side they skirted to a stop on your desk.

As you turned back, he didn’t give you a second to breathe let alone speak before he was on you. His lips captured yours in an almost painful embrace, hungry and desperate. His hands were fumbling with the buttons of your blouse as you explored his chest and back. The feeling of him was intoxicating, you’d known you’d be lost to it from the first moment you’d experienced it.

Tension like no other. That’s what he gave you. Tension that made your cunt quiver from one look across a crowded meeting room. You’d never met another person that drew you in like he did, addicted you to his very presence from the first moment he could.

He was something different. You’d never quite experienced anyone like him.

Attraction to him was innate, primal. But it wasn’t instant, it had wriggled its way in slowly by bypassing every wall you put up against it.

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About a month ago you’d decided to redesign your office, nothing much just moving some things around and adding a few bits. You spent more time here than at home so why not make it a little more homely. You asked Adam to book you some guys to come and help move the bigger furniture around, and also, you’d asked him to source you a coffee table for the middle of the room.

Something nice, oak and sturdy – hopefully something that would last longer than you did in this office.

“A coffee table you can beat to retirement, got it,” he’d said, licking the end of his pencil before he started writing.

He told you he’d booked everything and then when the workers were scheduled to show up, one Saturday morning that you’d dragged yourself into the office to supervise, there he was. A loose vest hung from his shoulders and cargo shorts swung low on his hips.

You’d given him an expression of ‘what the fuck’ before he’d explained that he didn’t see any sense in hiring people to do it when he was right here. And so, he’d set to work that morning.

And as you watched the bulge of his biceps and the sweat trickling down the back of his neck in the summer heat, your cunt had reminded you that no wall, mental or otherwise, could stand in the way of that man.

Then came the kicker, the one that set your heart on fire instead of just your cunt. He produced a coffee table, it was nice! Really nice, exactly what you’d had in mind actually.

“Where did you get it?” you asked, watching him haul it in with it raised above his head before he placed it for your viewing.

“I made it,” he huffed breathlessly as he adjusted it. Your jaw had dropped, “You what?”

He stood up at full height to look at you, rubbed the back of his hand across his forehead to move hair from his eyes, “I made it, you like it?”

It had been a long time since anyone, especially a man, had made you speechless. So, you just nodded, blinking back tears as he turned away from you.

‘It was just a coffee table’ you’d thought to yourself as you tried to get it together. But that mundane coffee table had been the start of something out of this world.

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Now he cupped your face, you standing on your tiptoes as he arched his back over you. Your blouse made its way to the floor, followed by your bra. Standing back, he took pride in cupping your tits, thumbing over your nipples as they peaked.

Next your skirt was wiggled off your hips and you stood out of your heels, kicking them unceremoniously behind you.

This was not the first time you’d both been naked in your office but something about the thick, weighted atmosphere made it feel like you were glowing. Throbbing with need.

Adam grabbed you in one swift motion, spinning you so that you landed with a soft noise onto your knees on the couch. You felt the cushions move beneath you as he clambered into the remaining space. His hand slowly slid down your back, feeling the curve of your spine before landing a hard smack on your ass.

Your yelp echoed around the room and you cringed, God, you really hoped everyone had gone home.

He did it again, a satisfied groan rumbling from his chest, you squirmed as he gently lay his hand over where your skin had stained pink.

“What is it?” he asked, you whined in response and he laughed, “Would you prefer it if it was your cunt?”

You gasped, chewing on your bottom lip.

“I know you like that too,” he added smugly, hand sliding between your legs. Instinctively your legs parted a little, shuffling your knees further apart as you leant over the arm of the couch.

“Fuuuuck,” he growled as his fingers explored the pooling wetness he found, the awkward angle meant he could only give you a light smack but he did give you one. Several actually. Several smacks to your cunt in quick succession, the wet sound of his hand against your skin making your cheeks burn red.

“Please?” you whimpered, fingers clutching the hard arm of the couch. Your entire body canted forward as he landed more smacks to your aching cunt, your clit throbbed painfully at the dull stimulation of them.  

He laughed, sarcastically because he knew you loved that shit, “Please what?”

You were dumbstruck into silence, only able to concentrate on the feeling of his fingertips gripping your hips. You fluttered your eyes open and looked up in front of you; in the most mocking way possible, as you could feel your jaw slackening and your mind losing itself to everything tangible but him, the thing that greeted your eyes first was your PhD certificate hanging up on the wall.

This man was going to fuck you dumb in front of the highest academic achievement you had, how poetic.

“You know what to call me,” he encouraged, his hand smacked down onto your ass cheek once again making your whole-body jolt.

“I-I don’t know,” you stumbled, you could feel the power willingly leaving your body. Sometimes you two really played, switching between your power and his. Your hand around his throat as he begged with a grin on his face or… like this. Where you surrendered the ache of your bones over to the touch of his magic hands.

His touch was an ointment for any ill, the ailments of a work day healing in the embrace of his arms.

“You know I love that Daddy shit, come on.”

The way his tone dripped with teasing made your body shudder, “Please Daddy?” you simpered.

The growl that greeted your words was reward enough but then you felt his cock slide between your folds, thick tip beginning to stretch you open. Your torso sank over the arm of the couch more, muscles melting under the feeling of his cock pressing along the walls of your cunt, your hands scrambling to steady yourself.

His body leaned over yours, pressing hot skin against hot skin, his hand wound its way around your neck and he pulled you up a little, “Don’t worry, I gotcha.”

The whimper you released earned you a chuckle, a harsh snap of his hips making you cry out, “Y-you sure there’s no one here?”

“Cleared the whole floor before I even came in here, actually told a couple people they could go home early…. Whoops,” he laughed before bending his lips to your ear, “So you can make as much pathetic noise as you want too.”

He snapped his hips again and the echo of your skin smacking against his competed for the loudest noise against the guttural cry you let fall between your lips.

“Thaaaats it,” he urged between gritted teeth, deep thrusts of his hips pulling desperate sound after desperate sound out of you.

Your nails scratch against the fabric of the couch, in any other circumstance the feeling and sound would have set your teeth on edge but right now it was the only thing grounding you in reality. His hands caressed your body, the curve of your waist down to the swell of your hips – you loved the calloused feel of his palms. Palms that showed his passions, his hard work. They were such a contrast to your manicured, highly moistured ones.

The caresses turned to grabs as he pulled you open to get a better look at the way your cunt swallowed him, “Fuck, yes. Look at that pretty fuckin’ pussy, swallowing me fuckin’ whole.”

With nothing in you but surrender your body jolted and jerked with each thrust, his speed increased and your mouth opened but no sound came out.

Reduced to a slack jaw and an almost silent whine you just let him move you, “You act all tough and superior out there, making everyone practically fu-ucking tremble with fear, but in here you are just my little whore.”

You nodded, screwing your eyes closed. The stretch of him was always too much, your body reminded you of that in the days following anytime with Adam. Like he imprinted your body with his cock, his mark was the ache between your thighs and the sting of your skin.

“Say it, go on little whore, tell me who you belong to?”

“Y-you,” you stuttered, the degradation was new. He knew it wasn’t really your thing but he also knew how far he could push you; he would stop if you asked. That remembrance of trust made a new wash of lust swim through your veins.

“Whose?” he taunted through gritted teeth.

“Yours Daddy! I’m Daddys whore,” you sobbed.

Your words earned you a triumphant laugh, “Good girl,” Adam groaned.

The arm of the couch pressed harshly into your chest; pain ricocheted off your bones but you leant even further into them. Body giving out as it visibly shook, edging closer and closer towards your orgasm. You pressed your face against the back of your hand, pushing your hips back into him as your body moved lower.

Your climax creeped up your spine and swarmed your stomach in an ever-tightening whirlpool, you feared he wouldn’t let you cum. This mood he was in felt dangerous to the bliss of your release.

However, the way his thrusts snapped at a stuttered speed told you he was close too, something you could use to your advantage.

“Please can I cum?” you asked, words a little muffled by the squish of your cheek against your hand. It was desperate, pathetic really, the way you sounded. But the feral grunts that Adam let out, the way his fingernails dug into your skin, made the embarrassment worth it.

He bent over your body, heat almost suffocating you, “Cum,” he said plainly, voice low in your ear.

Convulsion overtook your body, pleasure rattled you from your very core outwards. But he held you steady, kept momentum to fuck you through your waves of mindless orgasm.

Once he felt your body relax, he picked up pace again. Your hands clung on for dear life as you tried to regain a normal breathing pattern.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grunted, frantic ruts of his hips creating the obscenest noise to background his unabashed sounds.

“Are you going to cum Daddy?” you taunted, still a little breathless. You turned as much as you could, looking over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of the way his face screwed up with pleasure.

“Fuuuck yes, where do you want it my little whore?”

“Inside, Daddy,” you replied, simperingly sweet for him. Thankfully you’d chosen that moment to look back at his face because you saw the way his eyes rolled back in his head.

Frantic thrusts caused you to bite back a scream and then suddenly he pushed himself impossibly deeper, a low graveled groan accompanying it. You felt the way he pushed his cock in, pushing ropes of cum deep into your spasming pussy.

Your body vibrated as he pulled out of you slowly, you felt the drip of his cum seep out of your aching hole and you hummed in satisfaction.

You heard him drop onto the couch and you followed suit, trying not to think about the fact that this couch would need deep-cleaning as you felt the wet patch start to seep into the fabric under your thighs.

“You’re perfect,” he huffed, kissing the top of your head hard.

You tutted, “Stop that.”

“Nu-uh!” he protested, hooking a finger under your chin so you’d turn to look at him. When you did you saw his serious face, the one that happened every so often when his playful general sarcasm molded into something genuine.

“I mean it,” he continued, “You’re damn fucking perfect woman!”

You sighed happily, curling into his chest, “You’re not so bad yourself.”

After a beat of comfortable silence he said, “So… are you finally going to let this ‘not so bad’ guy take you out for dinner?”

“I’ve told you Adam, you don’t need to buy me dinner.”

“I want too,” he retorted, fingers trailing gently up and down your back, “Please?”

You sighed; he’d been asking for a while. At first you thought it was just to be polite but the more he asked the more it felt real. But the guilt of asking someone to spend money on you when your bank account practically quadrupled theirs ate at you.

But he asked so sweetly and the way his fingers soothed you made your eyelashes flutter with sleep, lowering your guard, “Okay, one dinner.”

“Fuck yeah!” he celebrated, making you giggle, before pulling you closer. Gathering your legs up and across his lap so he could cradle you into his body, he’d never done that before. It made your heart skip a beat in a way it hadn’t done for a long time. The warmth of his embrace felt safe, a feeling that was largely alien to you since you were a child.

Adam Sackler really was a wonder. An enigmatic wonder.

An enigmatic wonder that was slowly turning from an office fling into something else entirely.

#adam sackler #adam sackler x reader #adam sackler smut #adam sackler x you #adcu #adcu fic #adcu smut

[mrs-gucci]

week one recap: sextember 2023

we're officially a week into sextember and it's been a blast so far!! I'm very proud of myself for sticking to it and keeping up my pace on writing. I'm really enjoying doing this for y'all and I hope you're enjoying the pieces!

more fics are on the way and will be posted up until sextember wraps next friday (sept. 23rd).

** as the event title suggests, all of these works have SMUT. so minors stay away, do not interact with these works or any of my 18+ content. **

here's a list of all the works that were released on week one of sextember:

Drive-In {flip zimmerman x reader} (525 words)

Fireside {clyde logan x reader} (1.19k words)

My Pumpkin {adam sackler x reader} (1.13k words)

A Masked Escapade {jacques le gris x reader} (1k words)

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sextember taglist: @rynwritesstuff @safarigirlsp @babbushka @mrs-zimmerman

if you’d like to be tagged in future sextember works, please let me know via comment on this post or the original sextember post!

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[artemisthewh0re]

I'm writing a new Adam Sackler smut tonight. Feel free to comment any ideas if you want them to be incorporated into the story.

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[hbogirls]

because i personally am not, i am always shocked by just how horny people are for adam driver when i go to reblog gifs of girls or marriage story or something

#now why would i want to read adam sackler / reader fic... show me a gif of marnie's insane wedding makeup NOW #i respect him so much as an actor though. like i don't do star wars but he's great in everything i've seen him in

[inklore]

YA GIRL HASN'T WRITTEN ANYTHING SINCE OCTOBER!! WTF!!

so this little sleepover is to change that but also welcome ya girl back from her very long very needed hiatus. so let's hope this doesn't flop and let's hope the whore is still in your girl enough to write some sheet gripping fics for you babes.

lets go over the rules:

no minors, ya'll aren't allowed on my blog let alone interacting with my things but i feel the need to put a reminder.

when you send a prompt for a drabble please don't just include the number, include the dialogue, it's much appreciated.

you don't have to be following me, we don't have to be mutuals, anyone can send something in, all are welcome.

there is no start or end date, when i post this you can send something in, and it ends when i run out of asks to answer.

the amount of stuff you can send in is limitless so go wild babes.

DRABBLES — send in prompts from this post, this post, or this post, for any of the characters down below and i'll whip ya up something good.

GAMES — fuck / marry / kiss, would you rather, this or that, send me something from this post, send me a kink and i'll rate it, headcanon things.

GRAPHICS — divider requests, dni + reblog banners.

MUTUALS ONLY — send me a little heart, of any color, and i'll write you a letter.

ETC — get personal and ask me random questions, advice, send me a secret, go gaga over your recent hyperfixation, literally all asks are welcome!

characters applicable for drabbles:

pedro verse — joel miller, frankie morales, javi gutierrez

oscar verse — marc spector, poe dameron, santiago garcia

top gun — jake seresin, bradley bradshaw, javy machado

driver verse — adam sackler, ben solo, flip zimmerman

etc — villanelle, roman godfrey, colin bridgerton, oliver quick, farleigh start, jordan li

if you have any questions or inquires about other characters, this lil celebration as a whole, please shoot ya girl a message 💗

#ya girls back celebration