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ohsolonelyghosts · 2 years

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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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juniperwoodwell · 11 months

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Hey!! I heard you’re doing requests, can you do # 18 “You said you wanted to talk?” “Yeah… it can wait though. Enjoy your date.” AND #43 “Go easy, you’re carrying my child.” For Adam Sackler please? 🥺

The cliche:

Forever and always

Adam Sackler x F! Reader

•Word count:2k

•Warning(s): OOC Adam(Possibly), Pregnancy, Crying, fluff, Emotional rollercoaster, Children, cursing.

•Extra: Prompt will be bolded blue.

•Prompt(s) ADCU Prompt list

#18: "You said you wanted to talk?" "Yeah...It can wait though. Enjoy your date."

#43: "Go easy, You're carrying my child."

•A/n: I loved this idea so much! I wasn't sure if you wanted two different fics for Adam or not but I had an idea to use both in one. I hope you enjoy it!

"Hey, you said you wanted to talk?" Adam asked as he finished buttoning up his only nice dress shirt; you turned your head to him as you read something on your phone. Immediately your heart began to race. "I-I yeah, It can wait, though. Enjoy your date." You gave him your best smile, but something in your eyes must have given way to your growing anxiety. "But you made it seem important this morning." He walked over to the couch and sat down; you wanted to protest, but he spoke before you could. "It wouldn't have to do with that pregnancy test hidden in the trash bin, would it?" Your face went pale, and fear clouded your eyes. You nodded, Adam mirroring you. "I assumed so...It was positive Y/n. Did you do multiple or just the one?"

"...I did four. Over the past two days..."

"Were they all positive?" He laid his arm on the back of the couch.

"All except the second one I did. So...Three out of four." He hummed; you could tell he was becoming nervous as he unbuttoned the top button on his shirt.

"Okay, What do you want to do then?"

You shrugged, "If I really am Pregnant, then I'm obviously going to keep it."

"Okay, That's good to know. Do you know who the father is?" You looked away from him and out the window.

This date Adam was going on was a blind date his friend set him up with; unbeknownst to the friend, You and Adam had been dating for over a year now, and It was a very open relationship. You were initially roommates, then decided to date after four years of living together. You both liked each other, but you were still exploring other relationships.

"I-...I think it's yours" You bit your lip, trying to keep your emotions at bay; when he didn't respond, you turned to look at him, His eyes were filled with tears, but none fell down his face.

"You think?"

You nodded. "I haven't slept with anyone but you since we started dating."

"Ah,"

"I-I know how you feel about kids, and I know we were being careful...I just don't want you to be angry." Your tears were the first to fall.

"Angry?" He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you to his chest. "Why the fuck would I be angry? Kid. I love you. I didn't even want to go on this stupid date." You wrapped your arms around him, and he pulled you in tighter, kissing your head and mumbling affirmations you couldn't quite catch over your soft sobs.

Once you calmed down, he pulled back and held your face in his large palms. "We're going to have a little rugrat. Can you believe that?" He smiled, warm tears falling from his joyful eyes

"...I thought you'd"

"I'd what? Throw a fit and tell you to get rid of it? That I'd leave you?" You nodded. "You can be so oblivious sometimes" He chuckled and nuzzled his nose against yours. "Didn't I just tell you I love you? Don't you see how happy I am? Kid, This is probably the happiest day of my life." You laughed at his exaggerated tone, and he joined, pulling you back into a hug.

"We should get married."

"What?"

"You heard me, Kid. Let's get married. Neither of us is enjoying this weird open relationship. Especially since I can no longer see myself with anyone but you." His confession brought more tears to your eyes, but before they could fall, he kissed you. One hand lay at your waist, and the other held the back of your neck as he moved you to sit on his lap.

A few hours later, you were both in his bed, your head on his chest as he played with your hair. "So, You never answered me." His voice was low as it rumbled from his chest, "About getting married?"

"Yeah."

"I...I would like that. But are you sure?"

"Of course, I'm sure. I wouldn't have said It if I wasn't. You know my past; you know what I had to go through...I don't want that for our kid." His voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke; slowly, you sat up and looked down at him. "I love you, Adam Sackler. We are going to get married and have a baby." He laughed at your declaration and pulled you back down.

"I'll get the papers; then we'll call up your parents. They'd kill us both if we didn't have a ceremony."

You smiled and nodded. "Yeah...They still might kill us."

"...Yeah. Hopefully, the baby will save us."

You laughed. "Me, maybe, but you? You knocked me up!"

"Fuck yes, I did." He said proudly, and you smacked his chest playfully, making him laugh.

"This is a lot of change, Adam...Are you sure we can handle this?" He nodded. "Yeah, yeah. We got this. If anything, we'll get help from your folks. I know this isn't how we wanted this to go, but I'm excited to see where it goes." You looked up at him and smiled; He returned it sweetly.

The following day you woke up to Adam passed out asleep on your stomach, His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, and his cheek rested against your lower belly. Gently you started combing through his messy hair with your fingers, slowly waking him up. Eventually, he did, a goofy smile accompanying the crazy hair, kissing your exposed tummy before getting out of bed.

"So, Who's room are we turning into the nursery?"

"Ha, you've been awake awhile, haven't you, Kid?"

You nodded as you climbed out of bed and followed after him. "Yeah...Since six. I have a lot of stuff to process, Adam. " He turned his head as he opened the fridge. "How about we just think of breakfast first? I'm starving, and you're eating for two now." Sighing, you agreed; the both of you spoke as Adam made breakfast and then while you ate.

Afterward, you went to your room and got changed into something nice; you had decided to go down to the courthouse and get the details sorted out; you practically ran to the front door to grab your shoes, and when you stood up, two arms wrapped around you and pulled you in close to the warm body. "Go easy; you're carrying my child." Adam kissed your head and nuzzled into you. "I know. I know, but I'm barely a month in. I think. Should we book an ultrasound too? Never mind, we'll figure that out later. Anyway, I think OUR child will be okay if I run around right now at this stage" Adam laughed softly into your hair as you spoke. "Okay. But just so you know, I'm going to baby you for the next nine-ish months. We're gonna read all the books and do the parenting classes. All the stuff I-we need to learn about taking care of you and the baby." You turned your head to look into his eyes. Tears glistened in your eyes; his gaze was soft and caring. "Kid. Don't give me those sad, worried eyes. We're gonna be just fine."

He kept his word through it all. Through the arguments with your parents and the tears. The ultrasounds and marriage arrangements. The mood swings and cravings as the months went on. Every morning he'd kiss your belly and tell you how excited he was. He took a picture of you every week to cherish your growing tummy's progress.

When it came to the final week, he was the calmest you've ever seen; he had read handfuls of parenting books and even took notes during the parenting classes. It seemed as if he had it all together, but you knew him well enough to know that he was just as nervous as you were.

"Adam!" You yelled from the living room of your new apartment; you both agreed you'd need more space. Quickly he walked over from the kitchen. "Yeah, kid?" He was used to the constant yelling now. You looked at the coffee table as you tried to sit up and grab the remote. "Help." You asked, obviously struggling, but He just leaned against the doorframe with an amused smile. "What was that?"

"Addaam," You exaggerated his name in annoyance; he chuckled and walked over to the couch "I'm as big as a boat, and you're just laughing at me"

"You're not a boat. You're beautiful. But yes, Seeing you struggle a little bit is funny."

"Yeah. We'll see if you'll laugh while I'm practically crushing your hand as I give birth to this baby." Your words seemed to quiet him, but that smile never left. He sat down beside you and kissed your head.

"It will be worth it."

Only a few days later, Adam drove you to the hospital a day early before the due date. After your parents got over the whole baby before marriage, they were overjoyed to be having a grandchild. They offered to pay for all the medical bills and even help find a suitable apartment; you and Adam weren't foolish enough to decline. You both worked crappy jobs and only had enough money for rent and food, so you graciously accepted and said you'd repay them with tons of visits. Adam stayed by your side the whole time, helping you breathe and talking you through it. Telling you how well you were doing and how strong you were.

Though, when it came time for him to hold his baby girl, he froze. Everything rushed over him like a tsunami; tears welled in his eyes as he stared down at her in your arms. "Oh, honey. It's okay." You said softly, doing your best to comfort him. "I- I'm terrified." He admitted when you took his hand, "Why are you terrified? What happened to all that confidence, huh?" "What if I mess this up." "You won't. Now hold your daughter Adam Sackler. She's going to need her dad to be strong for her." Adam nodded and kissed your head. "Yeah, You're right. The fun stuff is soon to come; gotta be strong." He gently took her from your arms, and the tears began to fall as she cooed at him. "I'm gonna take such good care of you and your mom. Okay? I'm gonna teach you how to walk and ride a bike and- and cook. I'll teach you how to make your mom's favorite foods." He declared all these things proudly and with all the love in his big heart.

The journey was long for you both, but the ending was just the beginning of something completely new and exciting but a little scary. You both could rely on the knowledge that you had each other's backs no matter what, through thick and thin. Good days and bad days, Forever and Always.

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iwishtobeastorm · 2 years

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Hello again, I am back to request more :') this time for Sackler if that's okay. This request is a little niche and specific to me so if you feel uncomfortable accepting the request I totally understand.

Could I request fluff/comfort/light smut where the reader (female and plus size preferably) and Adam Sackler have only been dating for a few months and she decides to talk to him about sexual boundaries and her fears and insecurities about loyalty (reader is scared he will want someone else/reader is uncomfortable with pornography in relationships/reader has a history of being cheated on)?

A/N: Hi there, Anya (@empressofalderaan)! �� I’m so sorry this request of yours took me so long to write but I finally managed to put it together. I hope it looks at least a bit as what you pictured it to be like. I enjoyed writing for my boy Adam again so so so much since I was in the mood to write for him for a while (if you have any other ideas up your sleeve, don’t hesitate to bring them my way 💗). Let me know what you think!

I do adore you - Adam Sackler/Plus-size!Reader

Word count: 1400+

Warnings: sexual boundaries talk, insecurity, cursing, Adam being good at comforting you

Masterlist

"Adam?" You call out, sticking your head out of the sheets and listening to the clatter coming from the hallway.

"I'm here, sweets. Be with you in a second," he responds, cheerful as always, which makes you smile softly.

Adam had another of his rehearsals today even though it's Sunday, since their big night is coming and so he had to leave you early in the morning and you decided to spend the rest of the day in bed. All the silence of your flat gave you a loooooot of time to overthink and now you might have a thing or two you'd like to discuss with him. You were actually bracing yourself for it for a while but you still feel really nervous about bringing it up since it's quite sensitive matter to you, but what needs to be done has to be done.

Sackler's shaggy head pops up in the doorway and soon he's launching himself on the bed, his huge frame covering you completely while he peppers your face with kisses, making you giggle.

"I missed you so so so much," he states and your heart melts at his world as you run your fingers through his hair, smoothening it out of his handsome face while your eyes meet, carrying silent admiration for each other.

"I missed you too, big boy," you murmur and he smiles, leaning down to kiss you on the lips, before he pulls away to look at you again.

You feel silly for wanting to bring up what was on your mind the whole day but- you know you have to. You have to bring your soul peace.

Adam notices how your expression dropped, how your eyebrows curved just lightly in worry, how the light in your eyes faded. It's not the first time and he knows something has been troubling you but he never was the one to pressure you. He knows you need your time and he doesn't mind to wait, but he can't help himself but ask.

"Is everything all right?"

His baritone takes you out of your head along with his thumb brushing over your cheek. You glance up at him, chewing on your bottom lip and you sigh.

"There's- there's actually something I'd like to talk about," you murmur and Adam straightens up, giving you space to sit up too, his huge hand enveloping yours.

"Go on, baby," he says softly, his golden gaze laying on you tenderly, giving you the encouragement you need.

"I- uhm- I don't know where to begin," you admit, dropping your eyes to your lap.

"Wherever you want, kid. I'm listening," he says, squeezing on your hand to give you assurance.

You sigh again, your chest all tight and tense as you're trying to find anything solid in the mess your mind turned into.

"I-It's about boundaries... the sexual ones, I mean," you murmur, daring to glance up at him. You expect him to laugh and make some silly joke like he usually does but he stays serious, giving you a light nod to tell you you can proceed.

"I know we never talked about our past relationships and that's alright but I just- there's something that happened to me and I just- I'm still kinda carrying it with me," you whisper, taking a deep breath, while your fingers unintentionally play with Sackler's out of nervous habit.

"My last boyfriend cheated on me. I- I don't know why. I thought he's happy in the relationship with me but apparently he wasn't," you murmur, tears raising in your eyes at the memory.

"I'm so sorry, peaches. If I ever stumble upon that motherfucker, I swear I'll beat the living shit out of him," Adam states, his voice pure venom and you glance up at him, shaking your head, your hands coming to his cheeks to cup them, your eyes meeting his.

"No, baby. He's not worthy of that," you say and Adam clenches his jaw, but nods eventually.

"I'm sorry he did something like that to you, darling," he states softly, touching your hand and kissing your wrist lightly, making butterflies erupt in your tummy.

"You don't deserve to be treated like that. Never," he continues and you smile sadly, nodding, watching Adam nuzzle his nose into your hand.

"You can proceed, if you want to," he whispers.

"Uhm- okay," you say softly.

"You know- because of this, there are few things I'm not really comfortable with," you state, Adam's amber eyes watching you patiently and he gives you a little nod, listening carefully.

"Like- I don't know- uh- porn? I know this is like- I know it's not my place to ask this of you I just- it's hard for me because I'm really scared. I'm scared you'll start liking someone else and you won't want me anymore. There're so many beautiful girls out there that would kill for a man like you and I know that and I just- I'm sorry, I feel stupid."

You started crying halfway through this little monologue of yours, which made Adam's chest ache but now you're pulling away from him and hiding underneath the blanket as if it was your personal shell, distancing yourself from him and he hates that much more. Your quiet sobs are tearing at his soul, your words still running through his head, the hurt in your sweet voice awakening his need to make it all okay again.

"Sweets, don't do this. Come out of that little tent of yours," he murmurs, his hand caressing your plump hip over the covers. You sniffle before you let out soft no, curling up.

"C'mon. You didn't get to hear my part. And I have a shit-ton of stuff I want to say," he states, watching you take a deep breath, the blanket rising and falling. There’s a silence for a second before your head finally peaks from underneath it.

"Much better," he states, giving you a small smile as his hand slides under the covers to envelop yours. You gaze at him with your eyes all big and glossy, waiting for what he has to say.

"So- first of all, if anything ever makes you uncomfortable like this, I want you to tell me like you did now and we will solve it," he says, brushing your hair out of your face and you nod, your eyes glued to him as if he held the sun in his hands, waiting for him to continue and that he does.

"Second of all, I have no problem with not watching porn, baby. It's not like I need it when I have you," he smiles to himself, before he leans down to you, pulling the covers to your neck and capturing your chin between his fingers, your gazes locking. When Adam speaks this time, his voice is low and melodic, sending shivers down your spine.

"And third and foremost, I would never ever trade you for anyone else on this planet. There’s no one like you, not even close, peaches. You’re the most beautiful, kindest, smartest girl I know and I would be a fool if I ever let you slip,” he states in all seriousness, his tender confession making you tear up again.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, your chin trembling.

“For what?” He curves his brows in confusion, stroking your cheek.

“For making it look like I don’t trust you. I- I do. I’m just- I’m just stupidly insecure,” you murmur and he shakes his head.

“Nonsense. It’s okay. I’m glad you told me about this. I knew something was troubling you and it’s good we talked about it,” he states and you sigh, nodding softly.

He wipes away your tears before closing the gap between the two of you, his lips meeting yours in a soft kiss. You pull him closer carefully, melting into his touches, your sour mood slowly fading away, exchanged by the easy feeling of assurance, that settles in you.

“I love you,” you say when you pull away for air, your eyes searching his, smile settling on your face, making Adam’s heart flutter.

“I love you too,” he states, kissing the tip of your nose, making you huff a small laugh. He trails your face with his kisses until he reaches you ear, nibbling on your earlobe before he whispers to you, his words making you bite on your lower lip.

“Now let me show you just how much I cherish you.”

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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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A Fireman & His Dalmatian {Adam Sackler x Reader}

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Bae saw ur requests were open and im a slut for Halloween As my @ suggests 🗿 Anyways I'd LUV ur take on going to a Halloween party with Sackler and him getting handsy while dancing before fucking you sensless in an empty room👀The poor soul that has to clean up Sacklers mess 💀

I had a ton of fun with this one lol!! enjoy, my friend :)

warnings. SMUT, humor, frat party things, grinding/dry humping, vaginal fingering, p in v, barebacking/unprotected sex, creampie.

(possible) tw’s. *very* heavy pda, public smut.

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Surrounded by drunk-off-their-asses college kids, you and Sackler sway with the rhythms of the upbeat dance song currently blaring through the speakers. Somehow, you ended up at this frat halloween party, thinking it’d be as fun as it was when you were both in college.

It was much less fun as a mature adult, for the record, but Adam always makes things fun. Just being with him is automatically a precursor of fun, so you’ve learned after several years of being with him.

This year, the two of you did a joint couples costume, him going as a shirtless fireman and you’re his Dalmatian, clad in a scanty little spotted dress with a fake tail on the back.

In true Sackler fashion, he’s been grabbing at your ass and pulling at your fake tail, whispering silly innuendos in your ear, like “Gonna fuck my sexy Dalmatian so fucking hard tonight” or “You were such a good girl today at the station, I think you deserve a little treat” all night long.

As the dynamic between you two heats up on the dance floor, the whispers and touches become bolder. His hands now forcefully paw at your hips as his pelvis presses roughly into your backside, breath hot in your ear.

“Puppy, my slutty little puppy...” He purrs in your ear, grunting softly when he thrusts forward. “You look so fuckin’ sexy tonight, been wanting to put my cock in you ever since you put that goddamn dress and tail on.”

You whine softly, circling your hips and pressing back even more against him. His lips curl up into a smirk, landing a harsh smack on your ass cheek.

“You’re gonna get fucked so hard tonight, puppy, mmm...gonna bend you over and drill you 'till your eyes cross.”

His hand suddenly wraps around your thigh, lifting it up onto his ready leg before tracing your clothed center with his middle finger. He growls lowly into your ear when he feels how hot you are already, hips thrusting violently against your ass.

“A-Adam, god, I--we--”

He presses down on your clit, causing your breath to hitch as your hips jump against his leg.

“Shit.”

“Mmm, what was that, pup? Didn’t quite catch it.”

You huff. “We ssshouldn’t be doing this h-here, too many people.”

“What, you don’t want all these horny frat guys to see what a little slut you are for me, puppy?” His tone is teasing, tantalizing as his fingers slip beneath your panties. “You don’t want them to watch you fall apart on my fingers, hm?”

Your eyes widen when you feel him prodding around at your soaked entrance, legs instinctively closing.

“Adam, oh my god, we’re literally in the middle of the dance floor right now.”

He smirks, chuckling in your ear. “So? You’re still gonna be my little slut no matter where we are, pup.”

You can’t help the little whimper that escapes your lips at his husky words as they echo in your ear. His fingers suddenly press up into your entrance and you groan, head falling back against his shoulder. “Fuck.”

“Mmm, nice and tight for me, puppy.” He mumbles in your ear, scissoring and stroking inside you. “Mmm, and wet, too. So ready for my cock already, barely need anything to get you there, hm?”

You whine, hips bucking against him as he starts to fuck his digits and out of you at a rapid rate of speed. Your hips start bouncing gently on him, noises growing louder with each movement of his fingers.

“God, fffuck Adam...”

Adam grunts, now fully thrusting against your backside, cock straining up against the confining denim of his blue jeans. With your cunt wrapped so tightly around his fingers and his cock so goddamn hard, he’s practically foaming at the mouth to get you bent over and on his rod.

He pulls his fingers away abruptly and before you have time to complain, he’s scooping you up and rushing you to the nearest empty bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

He’s throwing you down on the stiff mattress top before jumping on himself, pinning you to the surface. You barely get a breath in before his lips are attacking yours with hungry, desperate kisses.

“Lick me, pup, lick my neck like a fuckin’ dog.”

Oh Sackler, what a lovable weirdo, you think to yourself as you start lick at his neck. He groans, hips wildly bucking into you now as he flips you over roughly and yanks you up on all fours.

One hand tugs your dress up over your hips while the other desperately works to undo the button on his jeans. You’re wiggling your ass teasingly and he grunts in frustration, smacking your ass hard.

“Quit it, fuckin’ slut. Can’t fuckin’ focus on getting my goddamn cock out when you’re jiggling your fucking ass.”

You can’t help but giggle at his words. This earns you another harsh smack before he’s pulling his jeans down and tugging your panties to the side.

He scrambles to line himself up with your entrance, and as soon as he does, he’s thrusting in with a grunt.

“Fuuuuck pup, fffuckin’ little cunt.”

Your eyes widen before squeezing shut, jaw slacking. “Oh shiiiiit, baby.”

His hips immediately pick up a quick pace, skin slapping and squelching together. He digs his fingertips into your flesh, fucking you with all the force he can muster in this moment.

“Gonna w-wreck your fucking pussy.” He growls, pinning your head to the mattress with his hand. “Split you rrright open, right in fuckin’ h-half.”

You’ve been reduced to mere gasps and whines, body rocking back and forth violently with each of his sharp thrusts.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm! Fffuck, Adam!”

He’s fucking you so hard by now you can barely see straight, eyelids fluttering as your eyes roll back into your skull.

“C’mon, pup, beg for it!” His voice is simultaneously low and loud, a deep rasp tainting his words. “Beg me to stuff my fat load in your fffuckin’ dirty, s-sloppy cunt!”

You whine loudly, drooling onto the sheets below. “P-Please baby! Please stuff me full, wwwanna be leaking when you’re done with m-me!”

Sackler grins, chuckling as he bends down to get closer to your ear.

“Oh trust me, pup, you will be.”

It doesn’t take much longer before he’s teetering on the edge of climax, the pace of his hips becoming rushed and sloppy as he becomes lost in his own pleasure.

He reaches around, fingers fumbling until they find your clit. After just a few circles, he’s got your thighs trembling and your knees quaking, bringing you right up to the edge of orgasm right alongside him.

“Ohhh baby, ohhh A-Adam!” Your eyebrows are pinned at the center of your forehead. “Gonna cum!”

“Yeah d-do it!”

His hips shift ever so slightly before pistoning into you even harder and this new angle allows him to rub up against both your clit and your g-spot, which sends you hurdling over the edge within moments.

Feeling your walls pulsing and spasming around him, tightening with climax has him careening into orgasm seconds after you. He buries each drop of himself deep inside you, keeping his hips pressed forward until he collapses next to you on the bed.

Both of you are breathless as you ride out your highs side-by-side. You look over at him with a small grin, hand smoothing over his sweaty chest.

“Did we really just screw our brains out on some frat kid’s bed?”

He laughs, giving your hip a playful smack. “Hell yeah we did, puppy.”

The two of you laugh together as you sit up and situate yourselves, heading back out to the party soon after.

--- Later that night...

Chad can’t seem to wipe the smile off his face as he heads up to his room, dodging all the wasted partygoers. He just had an amazing first date with a girl from Kappa and he really can’t wait for the next one.

Nothing could possibly tamper his spirits tonight, not even the huge party currently happening in the house. He pushes his bedroom door open, immediately hit with the recognizable odor of sex.

He pauses in the doorway when he flips on the lights, staring in awe at the mess on his bed that certainly wasn’t there when he left. His navy blue sheets are wrinkled and stained with both white and dark mystery stains.

His nostrils flare, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose before he spins around and storms down the hall.

“Jaaaaaaaaaaake!”

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rynwritesstuff · 3 years

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“I won’t bite. Unless you’re into that sort of thing” with Sackler? Thank you btw 😁

You're very welcome, my lovely anon! Thank YOU for requesting, I hope you enjoy this blurb!

"I won't bite . . . Unless you're into that sort of thing." + Adam Sackler

NSFW: Foreplay, Nipple play

Adam pushes you onto the bed gently, and both of you laugh as your body bounces. He gets on top of you, his shirt already gone, having been discarded somewhere in his apartment.

He's tickling you, and you're squriming away from his touch.

"Stop!" you yell, laughing. "Adam, don't!"

"Hey, relax!" he says, smiling as he sucks at your throat while his hands work at your sides to push your shirt up. "I don't bite . . . Unless you're into that sort of thing."

You hum as he reveals your bra-less chest. You run your hands through his hair.

"What if I am?" you ask, giving his hair a gentle tug. He's made his way down your body, and is now sucking marks into the skin of your breast.

"Then you're in for a treat."

Adam sucks your right nipple into his mouth, then teases it between his teeth. You moan, tugging his hair as he nibbles at you. He's gentle, oh so gentle, but it still feels wonderfully rough and dirty.

He pulls your nipple taut with his teeth, and you bite your lip as he lets you go.

"Fuck, Adam . . ."

He hums as he moves over to do the same with your other nipple.

"Shit, babe," you mumble. Your pussy is liquid by now, you're so fucking turned on, and he can tell. He presses his hand between your legs.

"Are you ready to take my cock, now?"

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saynotoshityouhate · 3 years

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Whimper (Adam Sackler x Reader)

summary: You and Adam were costars in a traveling theater group, and had to share a hotel room. Sometimes dreams become too real.

a/n: I had a VERY spicy dream last night and decided to extrapolate it into the ADCU and write it out to hopefully free my mind from playing it on a continuous painful loop. Also if I can make the dream about Adam my life will be much less uncomfortable. Oops. Thank you for coming to my therapy talk.

tags: intoxicated reader, somnophilia, dub con (it’s okay), masturbation (m), fingering (f receiving), they were roommates

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You had warned Adam - as your roommate on this tour, he should know - you were a chatty sleeper. Sometimes you had full conversations. Sometimes you spoke Spanish (at a fourth grade level). As a start of tour gift, you bought him a box of hot pink ear plugs and joked, at least you didn’t snore!

Adam thought it was funny, giving you a rundown of the night’s entertainment as you ate breakfast in the hotel lobby together. “Kid, it was like a fuckin’ telenovela last night! I was on the edge of my seat!” You threw a piece of fruit at him. “Shut up! It’s so embarrassing.” He smiled his signature goofball smile. “Nah, I think it’s cute.”

One night, after a particularly rough performance, you and the cast went out for drinks. Many drinks. Too many drinks. Adam pretty much carried you back to the room. “Jesus, y/n, you’re a mess.” He helped you out of your shoes, and got you out of your dress, not daring to take it any farther. He tucked you into bed before settling into the room’s second queen bed.

You were asleep before you hit the pillow. Adam stayed up a bit longer, flipping through the infomercials on the hotel’s television, casting the room in a blue glow. He settled on watching a particular advertisement for a hard boiled egg maker when you started making noises in your sleep. He looked over to you and smiled, making nothing of it.

Mmph…please…

Adam’s head whipped over to you, his cock jumping in his boxers. Your back was turned to him, curled up on your side. He must have misheard you. He turned back to his exciting entertainment.

M-more, please, ahhh…

Okay, there was no way you weren’t having a sex dream right now. Adam was impossibly hard, his eyes raking hungrily over your sleeping form. He swallowed back the saliva that flooded his mouth.

Need you, Adam, all of you…

“Jesus christ, kid.” You were having a sex dream. About him. He palmed himself through his boxers. You were such a heavy sleeper, you’d never hear him or know he was touching himself. He wiggled his way out of his boxers, his cock bobbing against his abs.

Mmph…yes…y-yes…

Adam groaned, watching you whimper and twitch all on your own as he used both hands to pump his length, wishing it was you. “F-fuck, this is better than porn,” he whispered to himself, bucking his hips into his hands.

F-fingers, Adam, w-want you to touch me…

You were startled awake to feel a rush of cold air against your bare back, the mattress dipping next to you. An arm wrapped around your middle and hot breath was in your ear. “Is this what you wanted, kid, wanted me to touch you?” His voice was low, and gravely, his fingers ghosting down your bare belly and hovering at the elastic band of your panties. You could feel his cock poking your back, a cool wet spot forming on your skin.

Yes - touch me - please…

His fingers dove under the thin fabric, groaning into your ear. “Fuck, you’re soaked.” Your whimpers were louder now, more real. Your head fell back onto his shoulder, and you looked up at him - eyes open, fully awake. His eyes met yours, dark and full of lust. A silent agreement was made to continue, you’d discuss this later.

His fingers gathered your slick, bringing it through your folds as he found your clit. You were already so worked up from your dream, he didn’t need to do much to bring you close to the edge. Adam humped his hips against your back as he drew quick circles around your clit. You dissolved into a blubbering mess, reaching a hand up to grab his hair, pulling him down to kiss you. His lips were soft as he hungrily kissed you, his own moans and whimpers mixing together with yours.

A-Adam, I’m close, please, pl-

You snapped, bucking your hips into his hand, yelling his name as you came. Adam groaned and grunted into your ear, spurting his cum up your back and into your hair. “Fuck, shit, fuck.”

You both lay in silence, unsure how to proceed, or what to say. “Don’t move, gotta get you a towel.” Adam carefully untangled himself from you, walking to the bathroom to find something to clean you up. When he returned, he wiped down your back with a wet towel before tossing it to you to finish up.

You turned to look at Adam, wide eyed and shocked. What just happened? Crawling under the covers, he winked at you before placing two ear plugs in his ears, turning off the tv, and whispering “Goodnight, kid.”

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agirlwhoisaphantom · 2 years

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NSFW Headcanon with the boy of your choosing...

"I’m afraid I can no longer remain professional"

- 💜

Your Broadway Co-Star - Adam Sackler x Reader

Author's Note: Hello to my favorite person! I'd love to write this for you. Sorry that it took this long to respond back, but I hope you love it. Of course, I had to use your love for this one.

Warnings: Fingering, teasing, fluff

Word Count: 724

"You have been cast to be the next show on Broadway." Those words have been on repeat on your head since the moment that they told you.

You were a new incoming actress, and being cast to be in a Broadway show meant so much to you.

It felt like you were dreaming, and your dreams were coming true. Soon you would be on the big-screen acting with big stars.

You had a very small part in the show, but you didn't mind. You were grateful that you had been part of the cast.

Everyone that you worked with was amazing. They were so kind and nice to you. Just this one tall goofy boy caught your attention. He was always so serious during practice, very mysterious in a way that intrigued you to know more about him.

He would always ask you to practice lines with him during rehearsals since you shared a scene.

Whenever you would interact with him, he was always so professional and would give you advice not in a harsh way like your other partners would.

One night, you decided to stay a little longer than everyone else, and Adam insisted that he stay with you.

It had been a couple of minutes that you and he had spent time alone. He was sitting right next to you and occasionally would brush his hand on top of yours.

"You need to loosen up a bit. You are still super up-tight." he softly commented as he was getting up from sitting on the table. He grabs both of your hands, pulling you off from the table, making you stand up.

You cross your arms together as you roll up the script in your hands. Adam grabs the paper setting it down right next to his.

Adam started to shake his arms, and he was jumping around, making rowdy noises. "shake it off, all that tension." he looked directly at you as he calmed down, grabbing both of your hands shaking you gently. You couldn't help but giggle as you started to jump around, mimicking his motions slowly.

You were having fun, and you felt like the tension had left your body and felt completely relaxed.

You two stopped goofing around after a couple of minutes. You were heavy breathing from all the jumping and dancing around you were doing.

Looking over at Adam, you notice that he had a semi-serious face. "Is everything alright?" you said in between your breathes as you looked over at him with your hands on your thighs.

"I'm afraid I can no longer remain professional." He smirked, watching your reaction as your eyes widened and you stood up straight, your focus set on him.

Adam walks over to you and stands in front of you. Your eyes were set on him, finally noticing that he could tower over your pretty easily. "You make it so damn difficult for me to concentrate during our rehearsals, you know that?" He grins, whispering in your ear.

You place your hand on his chest, wanting to scrunch up his shirt to pull him in for a kiss as you bit your lower lip. He places both of his hands on your waist, picking you up and setting you down onto the table as he settles in between your thighs. "those tiny little shorts that you wear and that tight shirt doesn't help either. It gets me turned on just thinking about the things that I want to do to you." he starts to run his hand up and down your waist.

Hooking the fingers on your belt, pulling you towards him, making your ass be on the edge of the table. He unbuckles your belt, slipping his hand inside of your pants and undies, and his fingers are teasing your clit, hoping that no one is watching.

You quietly moaned as you were hoping that it was only you and him. "look at you all wet for me, and I barely touched you." he hissed, pressing his lips to yours to swallow your moans as he started to rub his fingers against your clit in a faster pace.

"Can I expect to see you at my apartment tonight?" He purrs as you whimper at the feeling of him stopping and him enjoying how wet you were as you nod.

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ohsolonelyghosts · 2 years

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ADCU Dazed & Confused Headcanons

Note: Okay, so if you can't tell, I've been OBSESSED with Dazed and Confused recently, it's my all-time favorite movie. I stated that before, and no one explicitly asked for these HCs, but I am giving them to you anyway. If you like this movie-style headcanon, I have no issue taking requests for more movie HCs for the ADCU in the future.

I'm giving you which AD character would be who/what in the D&C universe, and giving you links so you can see exactly what these characters looked like :)

Kylo

Kylo is FOR SURE Randall "Pink" Floyd

Never having a set friend group in high school, Kylo can hang out with whoever, whenever he chooses.

He drives a sick muscle car, just like the rest of his friends, showing his parents were well off.

Such a sweetheart, though he hangs out with the jocks, he doesn't truly associate with them at heart.

Huge athlete, but wants to play by his rules.

Adam Sackler

Sackler is definitely a Pickford type of guy.

Any time his parents go out of town, he's already thought up three different parties for the weekend.

He's a heavy stoner and loves his alcohol, which he always manages to have an in to get.

So, so loyal to his partner. Brings his partner everywhere he goes, literally cannot get rid of the two.

Paterson

Pat is such a sweet guy, and that's why I see him as more of a Tony.

He was never super popular in school, always having to be dragged along with the rest of the group.

Loved playing poker with friends on the weekends.

However, always found himself in the middle of a party, that he didn't even want to be at.

Best friends with Clyde, those two are always together.

Clyde

What a sweet guy as well, would love to prove himself to you, and I do believe he would be a Mike type of guy.

Definitely loves staying in with you, and cuddling, not a huge fan of crowds.

However, you convince him that you both need to go out on the first night of summer and watch him nearly embarrass himself in a drunken fight. Multiple times.

Very awkward dude who always wants to seem smart, and never wants to disappoint anyone, and has a lot of pressure from his family.

Charlie

I definitely see Charlie as a Don type.

Listen, he was a football player and low-key a womanizer.

He's just so cute, how could anyone NOT want to be with him back in those days?

Charlie would be a heavy stoner, like the rest of the school back in the 70s.

He gets girls like he breathes air, constantly. He always has a girl on his arm.

Always hanging out with Kylo and Sackler, found drinking a beer after school, always.

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hii, can i request a fic where reader is sackler’s gf and she constantly worried that adam still has feelings for Jessa/Hannah and he always reassures her. But after coming early from a trip to surprise him with a gift (an expensive watch with their anniversary and initials engraved at the back) she catches him making out with Jessa/Hannah in their apartment? Sad ending please, but with a time skip of reader moving on and meeting (cross over moment) with another Adam driver character? Thank you!

A/N: Hey love, I hope you are doing fine. I know this took me a while (just like everything lately), but I wrote this with much love. Two of my favorite characters are in here and so I hope that you can feel the double of love, although Sackler will fuck things up…

Anyway, hope you like it. Sending you love.

Warnings: bi reader (just a mention), alcoholism, addiction, mention to toxic relationships and cheating.

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When you met Adam Sackler you should have known better, you really should, but you saw so much of yourself in him and you wanted to help him so very much that you were blinded.

You first met him in a AA meeting, he was clearly devastated and as he spoke about his last relationship, it felt like you heard your own story from a couple of years ago coming off his mouth and it was like a light had surfaced inside of you and you just knew you had to find a way to help the man.

As soon as the meeting was over you made your way to the huge figure, confident that this would do you just as good as it would do to him. And so as he drank water by the door you got closer, gently calling his name.

Even though when he turned your way you were quickly astonished by how pretty Adam was, your intention at first had nothing to do with romance, you just wanted to be there for him.

You talked to him for a bit about your last relationship with a girl name Heather and how just, as he had said in the meeting, you were super unhealthy to each other, how it was super intense and no matter how much both of you loved one another, how nothing could make things work and how in the last of the relationship it felt like the only thing keeping you both together was the fear of being by yourself. You even told the unknown man how you had started to drink again after things ended until you decided to go back to the meetings.

As you finished the long introduction you invited him for dinner in a place nearby which made your favorite burgers in the area.

The dinner was nice, you got to know him and his story better, how the addiction started in a young age and that he soon realized that he needed to do something about it, how he had been jumping from one unhealthy relationship to another, how he had been struggling to sobriety since things ended between him and his ex-girlfriend named Jessa and how he felt so completely alone.

With every word he spoke, the more you saw yourself in him and, therefore, the more you convinced yourself that you could definitely avoid that the man had to go through all the terrible situations you had after things ended with Heather.

From there, your friendship evolved quite quickly, Adam was truly a lonely person and you made the effort to go and meet him whenever he asked you to. Hanging out with the man was fun, although he was a little bit of a weirdo and sometimes did some questionable things, you really enjoyed his company.

The real problem was that, after a couple of months being kind of his rock, your feelings started to get in the way of things and you knew that if you made a move you could ruin everything you had built with Sackler. You were completely aware that getting over a relationship like that took a lot of time and suffering and that he was nowhere near the stage in which he was able to date someone else and so you buried your feelings, telling yourself that they would eventually go away.

They didn’t.

Although you never admitted to yourself that your feelings had gone nowhere, they were constantly proving it to you. It was obvious whenever he stood too close to you and your heartbeat fastened, whenever he smiled and you found yourself smiling too just because seeing him happy made you just as happy, whenever you tried to make out with someone else and you just couldn’t bring yourself to really enjoy it and, mostly, whenever you cried alone in your bed because you knew that there was nothing you could do to get him to be with you.

Or so you thought.

Things really reached a turning point when Sackler stopped treating you just like a friend and he started to shamelessly flirt with you whenever and wherever he possibly could - sometimes he would say things so dirty that you felt your cheeks heating up -.

When he made the first move then it felt like you had gone to heaven. You were in his kitchen getting some water since it was super hot in New York and you felt like you would melt in the floor at any minute. You were so hypnotized trying to get your body temperature down that you didn’t even notice Adam sneaking behind you until you felt his bare chest touching your back.

In that moment, you were completely frozen, hyper aware of every inch of his skin that touched yours, but you didn’t know what to do, it truly felt like a dream coming to life. When his lips finally touched yours you thought that if you died in that moment, you would die a happy person, as things progressed and he went down on you, you were sure.

After that, things progressed slowly and you were actually the one to decide that it was the right pace to follow.

Even though you wished that his heart was all yours, you knew that a part of it still belonged to Jessa and knowing that ignoring that fact would just hurt you, you asked him to let things go on as they should, not hurrying anything. He tried to convince you to do otherwise, saying that Jessa was the past and you were the present and future, but you knew better.

At least until then.

The problem with addiction is that some are more obvious like being addicted to drugs or alcohol, you and the people around you tend to notice it kind of quickly, but when you get addicted to someone, things can go a long way before you do anything about it and maybe then it is already too late.

Therefore, you didn’t notice how addicted you were to Adam Sackler until you were crying your way out of the apartment you shared almost two years later.

What at first was something you felt as completely normal didn’t take long to become an insecurity.

Little by little, your world started to be all about Adam, you thought of him through most of your day, you dreamt about him almost everyday and whenever you could be with him, you would be. And so, with the progress of the relationship the thought that he might not feel so intensely for you started to haunt you a lot and it was usually followed by a voice telling you that he would never get over Jessa because you would never be as good as her.

And although you knew rationally that you were way better to him than her and the constant reassurance Sackler gave you, something inside of you could never let it go.

Of course you trusted him and you knew that he loved you back, in his own way he would always make it clear to you about how much you meant to him. He would take you for a run, walk you somewhere, hold you through some crisis and spend a whole day with you in bed if you just asked him to.

Things were really great, you spent a whole year without any major problems before you and him decided to move in together and for a while it was really good for your insecurity, because he would constantly remind you that you were enough for him and that he would never trade what you two had and how you made him feel, but as his work started to demand for him to travel to perform the insecurity kept making its way back in.

Hell broke loose two days before his birthday. You had traveled to Seattle for a family thing and you came back sooner as soon as you found out that the rolex watch you bought for him with both of your initials and anniversary engraved on it - after saving money for months - was ready. You figured that it would be nice to surprise him with the watch before and so you reschedule the flight.

You were so excited on your way back to him that you could barely stop smiling, you couldn’t stop picturing his perfect face when he saw the gift and just the thought made you tear up a bit from sheer happiness.

You didn’t suspect anything, not even as you got near the door listening to some strange noises, you were too much in your head, too excited to think about anything else other than opening that stupid door and kissing him deeply before surprising him.

As the door opened finally, the one to truly surprise the other one was Adam.

He had his eyes closed and his mouth attached to someone with long blond hair which was in his lap, her legs straddling him as her pelvis moved on top of his.

You were totally shocked, not a noise left your mouth and the only sound that announced your present to your boyfriend and his guest was the sound of the package holding the most expensive thing you had ever bought someone hit the ground. You watched as she jumped out of his lap and his guilty eyes met yours, but you could only focus on her face as you remembered the picture he had shown you years ago in the burger place, it was Jessa.

“y/n” you heard his deep voice, but you just couldn’t move as the tears streamed down your face and you kept looking at her.

Adam repeated your name getting closer and taking his hand to your wrist, the touch waking you up. You took your eyes off of her and turned to him, the hurt in you becoming too much. There was nothing that he could do or say to fix the situation and you had nothing to say to him.

With trembling hands you got off his touch and grabbed the present on the floor, handling it to him before saying ‘happy birthday’ and leaving the place. You could get your things some other day.

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You weren’t going to lie, it felt almost like a part of you had died that night and you had almost gone back to drinking once again, but eventually things got better.

You started to go to therapy, you finally opened a cafeteria and bookstore like you had always dreamt and after you got your things off of his apartment, you never saw Adam again.

The first time you thought of dating once again was when you saw a tall man, with medium length black hair and a pretty face in your store. He walked in holding hands with his son and as you watched him talk so sweetly to the boy, your heart warmed up a bit.

After that day he started coming more and more, sometimes with his Henry, as Charlie had told you the little boy was called, and sometimes without him whenever he was with his mother.

The first time he had shown interest in you was when he told you that his theater company was on the other side of the street and that he could never say no to a good cup of coffee, a good book and a good company causing you to blush right away. And he kept his word, there wasn’t a day where he wouldn’t pass by, even if it was just for 5 minutes.

Two months after coming to the shop for the first time, Charlie finally asked you out on a date and as you said yes, you couldn’t help feeling that he might just be the one.

#adam driver #adam sackler #angst with a happy ending #adam sackler x y/n #adam sackler x you #adam sackler x reader #adam sackler/you #adam sackler/reader #charlie barber/you #charlie barber/reader #request #kylosbitch

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anessthesiaa · 4 years

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Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.? With Flip, Sackler, Ben and Clyde please. I love all your amazing work ♥️♥️

Thank you dearie! Hope you enjoy!

CW/TW: Mentions of panic attacks

Flip

Flip was the ultimate voice of reason when you were panicking, reassuring you in every way that he could that you were safe with him, saying whatever you needed to hear to help you come down.

Flip would always make it a goal to give you physical comfort, or not, if needed, telling you before he did absolutely anything at all, guiding you through each step. “Hey, sweetheart, I’m going to hold you, is that okay?” He would ask, patient for your affirmation. “Is this okay? You’re doing so great, love.” His voice was always calm throughout, strong arms tight around you, reminding you that you were completely protected with him.

Other times, he knew that you just needed his voice, just his words, and he would sit next to you, offering you his hand and listening to whatever you were saying. “I know, princess, I know, I’ve got you right here with me.” He would tell you. “You’re not in any danger, just listen to me, I’m right here.”

After you came down, Flip would help you to walk to the bedroom, laying with you and snuggling you in your favorite blankets, keeping you close to him, combing through your hair and massaging your sore temples and shoulders, until you fell asleep, or showed no more signs of panic.

Sackler

Admittedly, Adam didn’t know quite what to do, and found himself panicking a little bit too, when he saw you visibly upset, or hyperventilating, crying, any of it. He wouldn’t tell you that, but it was obvious that it scared him in his reactions.

“Babe.” He would look at you, concerned and confused. “What is it sweetheart? Please breathe for me, why are you breathing like that? Do you need me to call an ambulance, hey, look at me.” Adam would be frantic for a response, watching you intently for some sort of reaction, any nodding, anything to show him that you were okay.

Adam would eventually come to your side, carefully wrapping an arm around you, waiting for you to come closer to him, and when he felt you reaching for him, he would envelope you into him, letting you curl up in his chest, hand running through your hair, rocking you back and forth, staying with you through the waves of panic that rushed through you, planting soft kisses on your forehead throughout.

After you had calmed down, Adam would still hold you-his hands softly cupping your face, thumb gently stroking along your cheeks, asking what you needed, checking on you over and over. “Sweetheart, how about some water? Are you cold? What about a snack? Are you alright? What do you need?”

You would tell Adam that all you needed was him for that moment, and he would listen, just letting you sit with him, until your breathing and heart rate slowed.

Ben

Ben could tell long before you even, that you were going to have a panic attack, just by the way your breathing steadily changed, your words changed, the way your eyes looked, and would stay attentive to you, holding your hand and watching for any changes.

“It’s okay, princess, I know, let’s go sit down, I’m right here with you.” Ben would hold you close to him, breathing deeply and encouraging you to follow his rhythm. “Just like that, princess, keep breathing with me, I’ve got you.”

Ben would do whatever to comfort you, cradling you in his arms, wiping away tears that fell, speaking softly to you, telling you over and over that everything was okay.

Ben had the ability to just know exactly what you needed, following your body cues, shushing the thoughts that were screaming so loudly at you, thumb swiping over your forehead, your cheeks, your ears. “Don’t listen to it, princess, listen to me, listen to my voice, you’re okay, princess, you’re okay.”

When it faded away, Ben would carry you to the bathroom, running you a warm bubble bath with lavender, massaging soap into your scalp, fingertips gently tracing along, all the way to your shoulders to knead away the leftover tension and pressure. “I’ve always got you, I will always keep you safe.” Ben would tell you, meaning every word of it.

Clyde

Clyde had a high level of sympathy for your panic attacks, he knew all too well what they felt like, knew exactly how scared you were, the terror of how bad it could be.

When Clyde recognized that you were panicking, he would stop whatever he was doing, being right at your side, letting you nuzzle into his warm chest, his strong hands stroking your back and hair, whispering soft reassurances into your ear as he held you. “It’s okay, darlin’, it’s okay, ain’t nothin’ goin’ to happen to ya if I’m here, I know you’re scared, darlin’, I know.” His body was warm and solid against you, a blanket of comfort, safe in his arms.

Clyde would stay attentive to you the entire time, when you cried, wiping the tears away with the soft pad of his thumb, when you were trembling, holding you steady, and when you were hyperventilating, helping you to gradually get your breaths back to normal.

When it was over, Clyde would let you lay against him, curled up into his body, arms holding you firm and steady. He didn’t know a whole bunch of what to do afterwards, but for him, music was always a comfort. So, to bring you completely back down, he would sing some of your favorite songs, letting you listen to him, and feel the meditative vibration of his chest against your face, humming softly to you, as you laid still in his arms

#flip zimmerman #ben solo #adam sackler #clyde logan #flip zimmerman x reader #flip zimmerman headcanon #flip zimmerman x you #flip zimmerman x y/n #ben solo x y/n #ben solo x reader #ben solo x you #ben solo headcanon #adam sackler x reader #adam sackler x you #adam sackler x y/n #clyde logan x reader #clyde logan x y/n #clyde logan x you #clyde logan head canon

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watchmegetobsessed · 4 years

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aaaand adding one more alias of adam driver to my list, here is my first ever adam sackler fic! im pretty proud of it, so i hope yall are gonna enjoy!

pairing: Adam Sackler x Reader

warnings: sex, swearing, talking about alcoholism

word count: ~7k

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Walking into the room you’re still unsure if you actually want to be here, but a small voice in the back of your mind is telling you that this is exactly where you need to be. The place looks similar to the one you used to have your meetings back in Seattle, it’s simple, people are sitting in a circle and there is a small table with cookies and drinks at the side. There aren’t too many people and luckily they don’t really get stuck on the arrival of an unknown person so you can take an empty seat without getting any attention to yourself.

“Alright, everyone sit down, let’s start!” a tall, skinny guy speaks up, clipboard sitting on his lap as he patiently waits for everyone to sit in the circle and start the meeting.

You look around anxiously, the group is pretty diverse, men and women gathered from seemingly a lot of races and ages, though your eyes stop at one particular person sitting right across from you.

The guy seems tall, extremely tall to be honest, his almost black hair is grown out to reach almost his broad shoulders and it’s pushed back, eyes curiously examining the guy who just spoke as he licks his plump lips. He is not the typical handsome type, but there is just something in him that keeps pulling your gaze towards him even when people start talking around you.

A young guy starts talking two people to your right as you are still staring at the tall mystery guy when his eyes dart over to you and your gazes meet. You can’t help but feel intimidated even though nothing can be read from his face. You keep eye-contact for a few moments before turning away and forcing yourself to look at the guy talking. However you feel his eyes on you for a while before he finally decides to look away.

“That’s amazing, Tony, we are all proud of you!” Carl, the guy who spoke at the beginning of the meeting says as a short round of applause follows Tony’s speech. “Adam, do you feel like talking today?” he then turns to your guy and now you know his name. Adam.

“Sure,” he shrugs pushing himself up a little on the chair. “Hello, I’m Adam and I’m an alcoholic, but I haven’t had a drink for about a decade now. Some days are easier, some are harder, like the ones when my ex shows up and fucks things up for me,” he scoffs. “But things are going okay, I guess.”

“That’s great to hear, Adam. We all believe in you and hope you’ll continue your positive journey,” Carl nods as some other members hum in agreement. “Does anyone else want to speak up?” he asks looking around, but no one answers, so he takes it as a clue that the round of speeches are over. “In this case—“

“I thought new members supposed to introduce themselves,” Adam cuts him off and he is looking straight at you, causing your throat to close up from the sudden attention he just put on you.

“It is always welcomed, but no one is pressured to talk,” Carl assures smiling warmly at you. “Do you want to introduce yourself?”

Looking back at Adam one more time you decide to accept his silent challenge.

“Sure, why not?” you clear your throat, tugging your hair behind your ears. “Hi, my name is Y/N and I’m an alcoholic, but I’ve been clean for three years and seven months.”

The members in the circle mumble their greeting before you continue talking, arms crossed on your chest.

“I moved to the city just a few months ago and I’ve been struggling to adjust to the new environment so I thought it would be a good idea to visit a meeting, just to ensure myself.”

“You are always welcomed here whenever you feel like you are getting weaker,” Carl encourages you and you nod shortly.

“Thanks. I’m doing fine though, I haven’t really felt tempted to have a drink lately, so I guess I’m good.”

“That’s great to hear, we are all proud of you,” Carl smiles before moving on with the meeting.

When it all ends he invites everyone to stay and have a bite, chat with other members and you decide to head for a cookie from the table.

“So what brought you to New York City?” you hear Adam speak up from behind you and as you turn around there he is, standing tall in front of you. He looks pretty intimidating, but his eyes have this sense of softness in them that balances it out.

“Um, work. I got a great opportunity here so I thought I would take the chance.”

“Sounds serious. Do you always dress like this?”

His question catches you off-guard and you glance down at yourself to see what made him ask it. You’re wearing tight jeans with a white top and a leather jacket, nothing extra in your taste.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that your clothes are pretty tight. They give a nice view of your body though.”

You don’t even know what to say at first, it’s like he doesn’t have a filter on his mouth and it’s so confusing to you, that all you can do is let out an anxious chuckle.

“Um, okay…” you mumble slowly turning back to the table, but he speaks up again.

“So, are you coming next week?”

“Not sure,” you say without looking at him. To be honest is too forward act is making you question if this is the group you should attend on a regular basis or not.

“Would be a shame if I didn’t see you next time,” he simply says before walking away, leaving you totally puzzled.

Adam is for sure the weirdest person you’ve met since moving here and you don’t think anyone can top him.

***

Friday night in the city is pretty busy. People just want to get the steam out after a hard, working week so they seek for fun times at bars and clubs. Adam Sackler is not the type to go to bars that much since it’s always a kind of temptation for him, but when his colleagues from his recent play asked him to come down for a few drinks with them he thought it might be a good time even if he doesn’t drink.

The place is crowded and the six of them are pressed up in a small booth, that was all they could get upon arrival, but they don’t mind it. They talk about the past couple of shows and critics, just having a good time when Adam excuses himself to go to the restroom. As he pushes his way through the people around the bar his eyes almost glide over a familiar face, but then he recognizes you. Without a second thought he makes his way over where you are sitting on a stool, hands gripping the edge of the counter as you stare ahead of you.

“What a pleasant surprise!” he beams arriving to you, making you jump in your seat.

“Adam, hello,” you mumble coming out of your zoned out state you were just in.

“You weren’t at the meeting this week.”

“Yeah, I… Something came up,” you anxiously say. It didn’t happen because of him, you had other things to worry about when this week’s meeting was happening so you decided to skip.

“You alright?” he asks, eyebrows furrowed as he eyes you with concern.

“Mm, everything is… great,” you nod with a fake smile and you try to push the glass of whisky away without him noticing, but you don’t succeed.

“Y/N, were you thinking about drinking?”

“No, I just—“

“You ordered that drink?” he snaps cutting you off and you don’t answer, just stare ahead of you. “Did you order that drink?” he repeats his question with a raised tone that’s still not too loud for the people around since the music is louder, but chills run down your spine from it.

“I did,” you admit feeling the tears building up in your eyes and you hate yourself for being so weak. Who starts crying in the middle of a bar with a guy who they barely even know? You, apparently.

Clicking his tongue he scoots closer to you, leaning on the counter with one arm as he tries to turn the conversation as private as it can be in a crowded bar.

“You want to talk?”

Adam doesn’t seems like the guy who is into emotional talking, but when it comes to drinking he always feels the importance of the situation. Knowing his own struggle with alcohol he is aware that sometimes you just need to get it off your chest, you don’t even want that drink, but it’s hard to talk to someone who hasn’t been where you have. People who are not alcoholic don’t understand what you go through and it’s nice to finally talk to someone who knows exactly what you feel because they’ve been through it.

“I…” you sigh sadly as you wipe your tears away, trying not to look too pathetic. “It’s a long story.”

Adam bites the inside of his cheeks as he glances back at his colleagues and then at you. He has to choose between a bunch of people who are having a nice time and someone who seems really in need for his help. He might be a weird guy, but his priorities are set right.

“I live a few blocks from here. You’re welcomed to come over and pour it all out.”

“You can’t seriously choose some unknown girl from your AA meeting over your friends,” you roll your eyes feeling like he is just feeling pity for you.

“They are not my friends, most of them are annoying as fuck sometimes,” he bluntly says and he means it. “My offer still stands.”

Looking up at him you contemplate what you should do. Deep down you know it’s not too responsible to go to some random dude’s place alone to cry to him about your miserable life, but it somehow still sounds better than staying here and maybe lose control and drink that damn whisky you’ve been eyeing for about an hour now.

“Alright, but if I end up dead in an alley I’ll come back and haunt you for the rest of your life,” you mumble climbing off the stool and Adam just chuckles at your comment.

After letting his colleagues know that he is leaving the two of you hit the streets, heading to his apartment that’s pretty close to the bar. Stepping inside you are not too surprised at what you see. It’s kind of like how you had imagined his living space to be, not that you thought that much about him since the last meeting.

“You want something to drink?” he asks walking over to the fridge and you freeze. “I mean, something non-alcoholic. I don’t have alcohol here.”

“Oh. Um, a glass of water maybe.”

He nods and while he pours your and his drink you sit at the small dining table, curiously eyeing the smaller details in his home.

“Here,” he hands you the water and sits across you with a glass of milk that makes you frown.

“Are you drinking milk? Alone?”

“Yeah, it’s my thing,” he shrugs and chugs half of it down at once. “So, you wanna talk about what made you want to break your sobriety?”

Taking a deep breath you lean back and let a grimace cross your face as you remember the whole shitshow that went down.

“My ex called me today.”

“Despite how you ended up, was it a good or a bad thing?” he asks wanting to put the picture together about how they ended.

“Bad. He didn’t take it too well when I moved and now he is even more upset that I told him I’m not planning on going back anytime soon.”

“But you said you got a good job here.”

“I did.”

“Shouldn’t he be happy that you are successful?”

“No, because he is a toxic asshole who just can’t let me be happy,” you let out a bitter chuckle shaking your head at the thought how much time you wasted on him. “So he called to remind me that I am nothing without him and I’ll die alone because no one will ever want me with all the baggage I come with.”

“Baggage?” he frowns confused.

“My drinking problem, and the anxiety it’s been causing me. Staying sober is harder than I thought it would be.”

Talking to Adam about your struggle with sobriety feels easier than to anyone ever. You are not afraid of being judged because the two of you are kind of on the same path when it comes to drinking.

“He is a total asshole, if you ask me. Like he is a saint with no baggage. The guy himself is the baggage!” he scoffs drinking up the rest of his milk and you smile seeing that part of his facial hair his painted white from it that he licks down like a little kid even though he definitely does not look like one.

“How long did you two date?”

“About two years. It was getting pretty serious when I got the news that I got the job and then we ended it before I left.”

“You are better off without him, don’t worry.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

As much as the first time talking to Adam turned out to be pretty weird, you find yourself enjoying his company. With time, you get used to his forward style, blurting out everything without filtering his words. It’s a little frustrating at first, but later you find it amusing that he is not afraid to speak his mind, unlike others who just say what they think you want to hear. It’s a pleasant surprise to realize that you can actually talk with him about a lot of things and it doesn’t take too long for you to get comfortable in his company.

“It was just a whole shit show, to be honest,” he scoffs running his fingers through his hair. “I’m kinda praying I will never see Hannah nor Jessa again.”

“You sort of brought this whole drama to yourself,” you chuckle after hearing his story about her history with her ex and her best friend. One hell of a drama, for sure.

“I know!” he growls. “I’m so stupid sometimes, but I just couldn’t stop myself! Jessa was like this fucking sex witch, I just couldn’t keep myself away from her and she knew it. I just pray she doesn’t show up and try to jump on my dick again.” You start laughing at his words, knowing exactly what it’s like to not let go of someone because of the sex.

“It’s fucked, I know. Like, you just want to hate them in peace but then they come back and boom, the next thing you know is that he is balls deep inside me.”

“Well, no one is usually balls deep inside me, I’m the one doing that, but I agree,” he jokes making you laugh even more.

“Everything would be perfectly solved if we just found a way to get that tension out of our system and then we could easily cut these toxic people,” you sigh leaning your head against the wall as you hug your knees to your chest.

“I know a way.”

“And what would that be?”

“We should fuck.” Your eyebrows arch, eyes widen as you look over at him, no sign of joking on his face.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You heard me right, we should fuck. I mean, we both need the same thing and I can tell you find me attractive.”

“Why are you so sure about that?”

“I can tell when a woman wants me naked, but don’t feel ashamed, I think you’re hot too.”

“Wow, that’s nice to know,” you chuckle, still in disbelief of where this conversation just headed suddenly.

“When I saw you at the meeting the first time I imagined you sitting there naked. Not the best thing to think about when there are a bunch of other people in the room,” he admits and you can’t help but smile at what he just said. “I think we both would just benefit from it. Having good ass sex and finally cutting our toxic exes off, I see it as a win-win.”

He is not wrong. Actually, the more you think about the smarter it sounds in your head. You literally have nothing to lose, just have at least one great night and you don’t have to go home and satisfy yourself with the showerhead for once. Instead, this tall, muscular man could give you a good time for a change.

You stare at him for a few more moments before you show every doubt into the back of your mind and decide to give this slice of happiness to yourself.

“Alright, fuck it, let’s do it,” you sigh jumping to your feet and a second later you are sitting on his lap, lips crashing to his as his hands grab you ass with passion.

“You’re not gonna regret it,” he smirks standing up and keeping you in his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist as he heads into his bedroom. “Just so you know, I can get a little carried away during sex.”

“What, are you gonna try to kill me or something?” you ask a little out of breath kissing the corner of his mouth before he lays you down to the bed and gets on top of you, one knee between your legs and you bring against his thigh, making him groan in pleasure already.

“No, but I have a pretty dirty mouth,” he scoffs kissing you again. “Don’t get offended by my words.”

“Call me whatever you want as long as I end up screaming your name,” you cockily challenge him, and your words make his cock twitch.

It doesn’t take too long until you both get naked and Adam flips you over, pushing inside you from the back as you hold onto the headboard of his bed.

“Jesus, yes!” you pant from the sensation. He fills you up just right, his strong hands holding onto your hips steadily as he keeps slamming into you in a fast pace, the slapping sound of your bodies colliding filling the room along with your moans and his groans.

“Yes, you feel so fucking good, you fucking bitch,” he growls slapping your ass and you find yourself enjoying his dirty talks and rough ways of fucking you.

He is by far the best sex partner you’ve had and he makes sure you are just as satisfied as he is. He comes with his fingers digging into your ass, pushing almost all of his weight on you as he growls your name and it’s enough for you to throw you off the edge as well.

“Fuck! Adam!” you moan, your arms collapsing, your face buried into the pillow that smells exactly like him.

He pushes into you a few more times before pulling out leaving you with a feeling of emptiness now that he is not filling you up. You lie down on the covers as he goes to grab you a wash cloth. When he returns he kneels up to the bed and rolls you to your back opening up your knees so he can clean you up himself. When he is done he leans down and presses a kiss to your clit.

“This is one hell of a pussy. I can’t wait to eat it,” he says before standing up and you can’t help but laugh. He climbs onto the bed pulling the covers over the two of you as you lie there next to him, still in bliss from the orgasm he just gave you.

“Any regrets?” he asks turning to you.

“None,” you smirk rolling to your side, bringing your fingers up to his chest you start drawing patterns to it.

“Great. Another satisfied customer,” he jokes and you smack his chest before he wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you to his side.

“Can I stay the night? I don’t have the energy to go home right now.”

“Sure, but I get clingy while sleeping so you might end up with me wrapped around you.”

“That’s fine,” you chuckle before closing your eyes and letting yourself fall asleep after this hell of an eventful day.

You and Adam, it quickly becomes regular. It usually just takes a text or a call and either of you would end up in the other’s apartment by the end of the day, gladly fucking the night away. A stressful day, an unpleasant encounter with a friend, fight with parents, these all ended up as reasons to stand on the other person’s doormat that evening and neither of you said no to these occasions, equally needing the diversion from the problems in your life. And it wasn’t always just sex, you often met up just to hang out that ended up in some crazy, breathtaking sex, but it wasn’t unusual to spend the rest of the evening together once both of you were satisfied. You had to admit Adam was a nice person to be around. Not too serious, full of secrets you were dying to find out so that your picture of him would grow with each time you saw him.

One evening when Adam is over at your place, things just aren’t going right even though you try to focus on him. He is sitting on your couch with you on his lap, casually making out, his hands on your breasts under your shirt and even though you feel aroused, you are just not in the right place in your head.

“Okay, this literally feels like I’m making out with an aunt or something,” he sighs breaking off and you sit back to his thigh as his hands slide out of your shirt down to your waist. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you lie, but you can’t fool him.

“Cut the bullshit, Y/N. I can tell something is fucking your pretty mind up, so why don’t you just tell me?”

“I just had a stressful day at work, is all.”

“What happened?”

“My boss is up in my ass lately, because I’m a little behind with my project. I still have a lot of time to finish so I’m not worried, but he is and it’s stressing me out.”

“What made you fall behind?”

“I just had to face some unforeseen problems, but now it’s all good, I just have to pick up the pace a little bit before we present to the board. But Greg is like a psycho, he thinks I’ll run out of time and he is giving me such a hard time all day. He checks in on me every hour, asking about what progress I’ve made and he gets angry when I don’t say what he wants to hear.”

“He sounds like a total loser to me.”

“He kind of is,” you mumble under your breath, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt.

“Just ignore him, you’ll be done in time, I’m sure.” He gently squeezes your hips and leaning up he kisses your lips softly. “Why don’t we order some food and then doze out in bed?”

“But you came for the sex.”

“Yeah, but that requires at least two people and you are obviously not in the mood right now, so I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” you frown bringing your hands up to the base of his neck.

“Positive.”

He doesn’t make a big deal out of it and he honestly seems fine with just simply hanging out without the sex part. You order pizza, he eats most of it, but you are fine with it, then you start watching a movie, but both of you fall asleep pretty early into it. When you wake up it’s already over, Adam is passed out next to you, arms wrapped around your waist. Shutting your laptop down you lie back, turning to face him. He looks like a sweet giant, sleeping peacefully, his dark hair is one big patch on your light colored pillow.

As you stare at him he starts stirring in his sleep and a few moments later his eyes open, looking a little confused.

“Hey, you alright?” he whispers blinking at you.

“Yeah, I just… put the laptop away.”

“Oh, okay,” he nods into the pillow as he pulls you closer to him and kisses the top of your head. “Go back to sleep, kid.”

You smile at the way he called you as you nuzzle against his chest and let yourself drift back to sleep.

Hanging out without having sex happens more and more often after that night. And it’s not always you who initiates it. You often go out to have lunch together whenever Adam is near your workplace in the middle of the day, you two go see movies together, do grocery shopping together and neither of these end up in sex. Though it still happens a lot, not that you mind, because sex with Adam is just perfect. He knows exactly what to do to make you lose your shit and never leaves you unsatisfied.

But as the days go by you realize there’s been a slight change in how things are between you and him. One day you catch yourself wondering about what he must be doing right now and you realize you’ve been doing it a lot. Thinking about Adam whenever you are not with him, looking forward to see him again as soon as possible.

After all, he has become a regular person in your every days and if you think about it it’s hard to stay objective about this odd relationship you two have started.

When your project finally gets finished and presented the first person you call is Adam to tell him how great things went.

“That’s amazing, kid! I knew it would be alright.”

“Wanna celebrate tonight?”

“Sure!”

“Your place at seven?”

“Perfect. See you tonight.”

You feel excited to spend yet another evening with Adam. You finish getting ready a bit earlier than you were supposed to and decide to just arrive before seven. It doesn’t occur to you that maybe you shouldn’t go there before the time you two agreed on, but you only realize this upon arriving.

The door to his apartment is open and you unsurely push it open walking inside.

“Adam?” you call out, peeling your coat off yourself, but there’s no answer. Instead, a few seconds later a blonde woman appears with at first curious eyes, but they soon turn into something clearly unfriendly.

“Who are you?” she asks tilting her head to the side and this is when you notice the cut on her hand and the broken glass on the floor of the kitchen.

“Who are you?” you ask back. “And where’s Adam?”

“He is clearly not here. I’m Jessa, but who the fuck you are?”

Hearing her name your throat tightens. Standing face to face of the ex you’ve heard so much about is entirely different from what you thought it would be. She is pretty, looks like a really badass person who doesn’t give a fuck about the world and lives by her own rules. So different from you on many ways and suddenly, you feel like you’re nothing.

Adam told you about how crazy things used to get when him and Jessa were having sex and seeing the mess in the kitchen and her hand, you figure she came over, they hooked up and things got out of hands, probably.

“I-I’m…” You’re not sure what to say, but there’s one thing you know and that’s the fact that you want to get the hell out of here right now.

As you turn around the door swings open and Adam walks in with a little white plastic bag in his hand.

“Okay I got bandaids, but—Y/N, you’re here early.” He freezes, his hand still holding the handle as he stares at you.

“Yeah, I uh… Sorry about that, I didn’t mean to interrupt anything, but I’m already on my way out, so…”

You try to push you way past him, but he grabs your arm and keeps you back.

“No, wait, this is not what you think,” he insists, but you don’t want to hear it.

“Adam, it’s fine. You can do whatever you want. I just… I just wanna go home now. Please,” you whisper the last word, basically begging him.

“Just let her go,” you hear Jessa call out from inside and it’s like a stab into your chest. His hand slowly peels off you and before he could say anything you turn around and leave as fast as possible.

This is wrong, this shouldn’t hurt this bad, because nothing really happened. You and Adam are not a couple, you shouldn’t feel like this because you saw him with his ex. He has the right to do whatever he wants, because you and him has no commitments towards each other.

Arriving back home you head for a hot shower and let your tears roll down your cheeks, mixing with the water as you just stand there, and quietly keep sobbing, feeling like the biggest loser in the city.

You let yourself catch feelings for someone who is obviously not interested in you in a serious way and now you are the one, feeling broken again.

Adam tries to call you that night, but you turn your phone off, feeling like you need some time apart from him to get things straight in your head.

“Are you happy now?” Adam snaps at Jessa after you leave, and he slams the door shut, feeling his anger building up.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” she rolls her eyes as she grabs the plastic bag from his hands and turns her attention at the bandaids he just got for her after she successfully slammed a glass at the counter and cut her hand in the heat of the fight they just had right before.

“Jessa, get the fuck out of here!”

“Are you really throwing me out?”

“I am, yes!”

“I had something else in my mind,” she seductively smiles stepping closer to Adam, sliding his hands up his chest, ready to kiss him, but he pushes her away this time.

“Stop it. I want you out of my place, now!” he barks walking past her and she is truly surprised at the way he is resisting her now.

“What the fuck has happened to you?”

“Nothing, I’m just done with you! I don’t want anything to do with you! So stop showing up at my place, because next time I’m gonna call the cops on you.”

“You can’t be serious, Adam,” she laughs shaking her head in disbelief.

“Actually, I have never been this serious, Jessa.”

“But why are you doing this now?”

“Because I don’t love you, anymore!” he snaps, his voice rumbling through the whole apartment. “I don’t love you, because I’m… Because I’m in love with Y/N, alright?!”

“What? With that girl?” she asks with utter disgust showing on her face as she gestures towards the front door.

“Yes! Because she doesn’t treat me like shit, she is actually interested in me and cares for me and I enjoy spending time with her, unlike you! So get the fuck out of here already, so I can make things right that you just screwed up, again!”

Jessa is a clever girl and now he sees that she is truly unwanted here. So grabbing her bag from the couch she heads for the door, but stopping she leaves him one last comment.

“Fuck you, Sackler,” she says flipping him off before finally leaving.

Adam feels vivid, he feels like he is about to break something and he needs everything in him to keep his cool and not ruin something. He needs some time to calm down before he feels like he is able to talk. Reaching for his phone he calls your number, but it goes almost straight to the voicemail.

“Hey, it’s Y/N. Leave a message and maybe I’ll call you back!” your pre-recorded voice greets him and he ends the call with a grunt before he could hear the beep.

“Fuck!” he snaps, his hand gripping the phone tightly. He tries to call you a few more times before leaving a short message to you.

“Y/N, please call me back. I can explain everything!”

But you don’t call him back, leaving him sleepless through the whole night.

Adam decides to give you some time, so you can come to him whenever you feel comfortable, but when he hears nothing from you for three days he can’t push his worries aside any longer.

Walking down the street to your apartment he keeps thinking about everything he wants to tell you, practicing it so he knows exactly what to say when he is standing in front of you, but his plans quickly get blown away when he spots you walk out of your building with a bearded guy who he recognizes as your ex, Luke, because you’ve shown pictures of the two of you before.

“Y/N?” he calls out, taken aback of seeing you with him and as you turn your head, your mouth hangs open. You weren’t expecting to see him and the timing is just the worst.

“Adam, what are you doing here?” you anxiously ask, glancing at Luke who is curiously eyeing him. Now that they are standing so close to each other you realize how much bigger Adam is than Luke, taller and definitely stronger.

“You didn’t answer my calls, I really wanted to talk to you.”

“Now is not the best time.”

“Hey, I’m Luke,” he chimes in holding out a hand for Adam, but he completely ignores it and his whole existence.

“You didn’t even let me tell you what really happened, just left and then never picked the phone up. The whole Jessa thing wasn’t what it looked like.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself, Adam. You can do whatever you want.”

“I’m sorry, would someone fill me in about what’s going on?” Luke asks and you and Adam answers at the same time, in different manners.

“Just a moment, Luke.”

“Shut the fuck up, Assface!”

“Adam!” you give him a look. You really don’t want to make a scene on the street and you know how Adam’s temper works.

“I’m sorry, but who do you think you are? Coming here and rudely call me names in front of my girlfriend who clearly doesn’t want to talk to you.”

“I’m not your girlfriend,” you snap at him and he gives you that look you know all too well. It’s the one he used to give you when he wanted you to be a nice little obeying girl and do whatever he wanted you to do. But it doesn’t work on you anymore.

“We’ll talk about it later. Get in the car, Y/N,” he tells opening the door of the black car parked right in front of the building.

“Luke, I’m not going anywhere with you and I’m not your girlfriend. Stop trying to have control over me!”

“I’m not having this discussion here right now. Get in the car!” he sneers and grabbing your arm he pulls you to the car, but you push his hand away and stumble back. You’re just about to tell him off when Adam stands between the two of you.

“Hey, stop touching her! She doesn’t want to go with you!”

“Who the fuck are you? Just get lost and leave us alone!” Luke makes the mistake of pushing Adam’s shoulder and in that moment you already know what is about to happen.

“Fuck you, Assface!” Adam growls and before you could even try to stop him, his fist collides with Luke’s face, making him smack against the side of the car with a painful growl. “You have no respect for her and you don’t deserve her!” he shouts, making people start to stop and stare at what’s happening.

“Adam, that’s enough. Come on.” You grab his arm and start pulling him backwards. At first he resists, but then he turns around and the two of you leave the growling Luke there to deal with his pain alone.

“You really shouldn’t have done that,” you shake your head at him once you are up in your apartment, alone.

“Honestly, I thought you’d be angrier at me for the punch,” he admits stopping in the middle of the living room, hands on his hips. You just shake your head smiling.

“He kinda deserved it, so…”

“The asshole deserved more than just a punch! I wish I could rub his face into the asphalt!”

“Okay, stop, I don’t want you to get arrested for assault.”

“It would worth it! The way he talked to you and touched you, had my blood boiling.”

He huffs to himself, needing a minute to calm down and then he remembers the real reason why he came here. His eyes fall back on you and you get lost in how soft they are.

“Y/N, we need to talk.”

“Adam, it’s really not—“ “No, you are going to let me talk!” he demands so you close your mouth and listen. “Nothing happened with Jessa. She came over unannounced and we got into a fight, because I said I don’t want to get back together with her. She got crazy and slammed the glass against the counter and it cut her hand. I didn’t have any bandaids at home so I had to run to the store to get some. Then you arrived and completely misunderstood the whole thing, but I threw her out after. She was losing it completely, but I didn’t want anything to do with her.”

Hearing the truth you feel a wave of relief washing over you as you find out things were different from what you thought. He didn’t hook up with her, in fact, he seemingly completely ended everything between them and it felt like victory to you.

“Okay. I believe you,” you softly say and Adam exhales sharply hearing your reply.

“Alright, now tell me what this shithead was doing here.”

“He just showed up, out of nowhere,” you roll your eyes crossing your arms on your chest. “He tried to lure me into moving back to Seattle, but I was having none of it. He said he had a table reserved for us, that’s where we were heading when you arrived and punched him,” you say smiling to yourself.

“So you didn’t get back together with him?”

“No,” you shake your head.

“Is there… Is there a specific reason why you didn’t want to get back together with him?” he questions and you feel your cheeks burning.

“Why do you want to know?”

“I’ll tell you why. Because the reason why I didn’t want Jessa back is that I fell for you.”

You gasp at his words, staring at him in awe as he slowly starts walking towards you.

“I know it all started as just a way of coping, but… Y/N, I fell in love with you. This sounds cheesy as fuck, but it really happened. It’s not about just sex anymore, well, that’s fucking amazing as well,” he adds making you laugh. “But I want more. I love sleeping with you in my arms, waking up next to you, have breakfast with you and talk about your nonsense dreams. I want to hear about the stuff that worries you and I want to be the person you come to when things get rough. I didn’t think this is how it would turn out to be, but… It happened! And now I guess I’m stuck with this feeling, hoping you won’t turn me down.”

You’ve never seen Adam Sackler this nervous, standing in front of you, waiting for any kind of response from you after his confession. His words spoke from your heart and knowing he feels the same way is just ecstatic.

Closing the distance between the two of you, your hands slide up to the back of his neck bringing him down, but just when his lips are about to touch yours, you stop.

“I love you too, you loser,” you grin before finally kissing him, earning a relieved growl as his arms wrap around you and lifting you up he spins you around while kissing you.

“I hope you know that I’ll be around you 24/7 now, you’ll get sick of me,” he warns you putting you down, but keeping you in his arms.

“Not if you get sick of me first.”

“That’s not happening. I can never get enough of you,” he says burying his face into your chest while his hands grip your ass, making you laugh at him.

“Alright, we’ll see. But now I want you to fuck me like there’s no tomorrow,” you tell him and his head shoots up in excitement.

“That’s something I can definitely do. Anything for my girl!”

Lifting you up into his arms your lips reconnect as he carries you into your bedroom, the two of you falling into the sheets like dominos and soon you become just one big naked mass, limbs tangled, lips glued together, occasional ‘I love you’s breaking the moaning and panting.

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Congrats on the 200 followers! You deserve so much more ✨

I had only one petition please: Drunk Adam Sackler x fem reader and they are strangers. If you put some dancing will be awesome. That’s all I want.

Thank you so much 4 doing this. Love you 😘

Hey! Thank you so much for your sweet words! I finally got some inspiration to write this and I absolutely loved it since Sackler will forever be one of my favorite boys. I apologize, that I changed your request a bit, but I know Sackler has some history with alcohol abuse and so I didn't want to make him the drunk one, because I felt like that's a part of him that I would like to keep the way it should be. Anyways, hope you don't mind and that you'll enjoy this short thing that I managed to put together today. Ily!

Dance-off - Adam Sackler/F!Reader

Warnings: alcohol consumation, drunk!reader, cursing

Word count: 1600+

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He watched as you tugged on your friend's arm, begging them to do something, even though he couldn't understand quite well what, because of the music and your numb tongue. You're wasted. "Come dancing, please!" Your voice cuts through the space, making Adam smirk against his cup. He usually hated these events. He had to drink all those tasteless shits because he was sober now and being surrounded by all the drunk morons couldn't improve his mood. But you caught his attention today. It was your laugh he heard the moment he entered the flat. You were a good friend of the hostess, so you were standing by her side when he came to greet her with Ray and thank her for inviting them. You were cute, watching him with big eyes and small smile on your lips. He dared to travel down your body with his eyes and he wasn't disappointed in what he was met with. You were gorgeous and the pretty summer dress you wore that reached your knees wrapped your body like a Christmas present. Adam wanted to talk to you, but you disappeared in the crowd and he couldn't find you for quite some time until now.

Your friend seems to refuse your offer, frown appearing on your face, making you look like an angry toddler. "Fine," you spit out stubbornly, letting go of your friend's arm and heading towards the provisional dance floor. Not many people are dancing, but it doesn't seem to bother you, as you begin to move your hips into the rhythm, rising your hands above your head and following the song. He finds it endearing, yet quite sensual. The curve of your ass and hips outlining underneath your skirt, the way you run your hands over your front make his mouth run dry, his blood running south. He's not aware of his actions as he puts down his cup and heads to you, the haze you put on him leaving only once he's standing face to face to you. He's about to open his mouth and say something, but you grab his hand and pull him closer, immediately including him in your dance moves, giggles leaving your lips, making his heart thrum. "Hello, stranger," you smile up at him, twirling around him like a butterfly, his eyes following you, your words making him chuckle. "Hey there," he smiles, his hand squeezing on yours gently, your perfume surrounding him. "What brings you here?" You ask, wrapping your arms around his neck and looking up at him almost sleepily. "The dance floor or the party?" He raises an eyebrow at you, making you smile. "Both," you offer. "I'm here with a friend. And I'm right here, because I pitied you when I saw you dancing all alone," he responds, resting his hands gently on your waist. "You're such a good boy," you murmur, leaning your head against his shoulder, the energy boost you got when you wanted to dance dissipating into thin air. The vodka with juice got the better of you again. "Thank you, I guess," he smirks and you hum in response, your body slowly leaning against him for support completely, forcing him to wrap his arms around you more prominently, to keep you on your feet safely. "I'm Adam and you?" He asks. "Adam?" You echo and he can't help but like the way his name falls from your lips with such ease. "Adam," he confirms and you smile against his shoulder, your hands fisting on his shirt. "Adam," you murmur and he feels excitement running underneath his skin. He hums at that, almost purring at that point, while he rocks your body with his and you let him. "I'm Y/N," you say. "Nice to meet you then," he states and you chuckle. "Nice to meet you too," you smile, pulling away enough to glance up at him, finding him already looking down at you. He's even more handsome than you remember him from when he talked to your friend. He's tall, broad, with pretty dark hair and deep brown eyes. His light skin is covered with moles and freckles, dancing over his face and prominent nose, sitting right above his plush pink lips, that look more than inviting now. You can feel the heat of his body as his hands burn through your lower back, while you keep moving in a small circle, stepping from leg to leg, the rest of the party forgotten completely. "You are very handsome," you murmur, smiling at your own words as you look into his eyes, making him chuckle. "Is that so?" He asks. "Mhm. Yes," you nod, your conviction making him smile. "You are very pretty too," he states and your expression changes into something close to surprise. "Really?" You murmur, looking as if no one ever told you before, which makes Adam furrow his brows softly. There's no one in your life telling you how gorgeous you are? What the fuck? "Of course, sweetheart," he confirms and you grin, leaning your head against his shoulder again, nuzzling against him until you stay still, contented. "Thank you," you murmur. "Anytime," he states. Having you like this makes Adam wish you two could meet again. Will you even remember him tomorrow? "Would you give me your number?" He asks and you hum, just partly focusing on his words since all your senses seem to be overwhelmed by his brisk cologne. You murmur something in response, but it's barely distinguishable. Your eyes feel too heavy and you let out a small yawn before your body goes rigid in his arms. "Y/N?" He

tries but there's no response from you. "What the fuck?" He mumbles underneath his breath when he hears you snoring into his ear. "Did she fall asleep?" The hostess appears out of nowhere. "I think so," Adam chuckles, when the girl pinches the bridge of her nose in apparent irritation. "She does this sometimes. Don't get me wrong, she doesn't drink much. But when she does she just- shuts down like this in the middle of the night. I can take her to bed," she offers, but Adam shakes his head with small smile on his lips. "I'll carry her, it's no problem," he states and the girl looks at him gratefully. "Okay, follow me then," she tilts her head in a direction of the hallway and he nods, carefully scooping you up into his arms. You mumble something and hide your face in the crook of his neck, but it doesn't seem like your sleep was affected any further. The girl leads Adam to a room on the end of the hallway, opening the door for him and switching on the light. "This is her room," the hostess explains, watching Adam as he carries you to your bed, putting you down into your sheets carefully. "I can take care of her now," the girl smiles at him, noticing how hesitant he is to leave your side. "Good, I just-," he doesn't know how to explain what he feels, when he knows he has to go. Looking at you sleeping soundly in your bed makes smile form on his lips. You're too fucking cute. He notices a sparkly pen on your bedside table and he grabs it. He gently takes your hand and writes something on it. Just then he gets up and leaves the room, saying his goodbyes to the hostess and finding Ray to let him know he's calling it a night today. A small smile keeps playing on his face all the way back to his flat as he hopes that what he left on your palm might be enough to persuade you to text him in the morning, even though there're no promises. He just has to hope you will remember him and the events of the evening. Otherwise his message would be very confusing to you. Fuck, maybe he shouldn't have done it. But it's too late to change it. He will either get a chance to see you again or he won't. God, he wishes he will. You made quite an impression on him and he's curious to find out more. Only if you would let him...

When you wake up in the morning, the first thing you notice is the awful pain striking through your scull, making you let out distressed groan. You manage to untangle your body from the sheets and you head to the bathroom, every step being harder than the previous one. You make it to the sink, leaning against it and persuading yourself to look in the mirror. You let out a gasp and it's not because you look like a crazy witch that just survived falling off her broom. It's because there's something written on your face, but even though you lean closer, you're not able to recognize what it is. How the hell did it got there in the first place? You rise your hand to touch it and then you notice it. There's something written on your palm!

What about dance-off the next Friday? Let me know. Your good boy.

The message is followed by phone number. You stare at it, not sure what the fuck is it supposed to mean, until a pair of brown eyes arise on your mind and all the memories come to you. You danced with handsome stranger. And you called him a good boy? Or did you imagine that? There was only one way to find out.

Adam just came out of shower when his phone ringed with new message. He promised himself he won't make a big deal out of it, but it didn't seem like he'd be able to keep his promise. He grabbed his phone and swiftly opened it. It was a unknown number, which could only mean one thing. His lips stretched into smile once he read the message, his heart doing a little jump.

You're getting your ass kicked, handsome.

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Ready For Injection {Adam Sackler x Reader}

just a fun smut scene with Sackler to celebrate the beginning of spooky season. 🎃🕯🦇 cuz, I mean...who else would fuck you in an old abandoned (and likely haunted) asylum??

warnings. FLUFF, SMUT, but mostly smut ‘cause it’s sackler, humor, plenty of sexual innuendos, (illegally) sneaking into haunted buildings, dirty talk/degradation, there’s some name-calling (bitch), some doctor-patient roleplay, p in v, barebacking/unprotected sex, creampie.

(possible) tw’s. fucking in a haunted location, semi-public sex.

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“C’mon! Shit or get off the pot, kid.” He whisper-yells, dragging you along behind him as he pushes through the broken chain-link fence with a shit-eating grin.

"Adam!!” You giggle nervously, pulling back on him. “We can’t, someone’s gonna catch us!”

“Oh c’mon, you’re the one that was geeking out about this fuckin’ place. And I’ll do just about anything to get my dick wet, so here we are.”

He laughs as the two of you rush up into the abandoned asylum in broad daylight like two fucking idiots, which to be fair, you were. Two idiots in love, and two idiots who were horny as fuck. Well, one of you was horny as fuck...

You pause in the entryway, taking in the spooky sight of the abandoned Hillside Asylum. It’s been on your list of haunted attractions to visit for years, but they only do official tours every few months and you’ve never been able to make it.

Then, one of your friends invited you to a party not far from the asylum and you made the mistake of telling Adam you’ve been dying to go. So, naturally, almost as soon as the party started, he convinced you to sneak away with him to take a look around the crumbling ruins.

“What a fuckin’ shithole. Why’d you want to come here again?”

You laugh, rolling your eyes and giving him a playful shove. “You’re an idiot. Now come on, let’s go explore a bit.”

It’s his turn to laugh now, grabbing your ass as the two of you run up the shabby staircase. “Weren’t you just the one afraid to even come in here, kid? And now, what, you wanna explore this old-ass building that’ll probably collapse on us any minute?”

“Yup.”

Your voice is matter-of-fact as you reach the top of the staircase and turn around to look at him. He just laughs, leaning down to attack your lips while his eager hands slip down to grab handfuls of your hips, pulling you in closer.

“Mmm, you’re kiiiiind of a dork, y’know that?”

You huff against his lips, unable to help the smile that creeps onto your expression. “And you’re a big meanie, so we’re even.”

He grins, pulling away from your lips and following you down the hall. The two of you check out different rooms along the same corridor. Soon, you hear him yelling about lord knows what from down the hall, so you poke your head out into the main corridor.

“Hey Sackler! You know that sneaking around illegally involves staying quiet, right? Shut the fuck up before we get caught!”

His head pops out from a doorway down the hall a moment later, grinning like a motherfucker. “Kid, get your fuckin’ ass in here right now. You gotta see this shit.”

You jog down the bare concrete floor and into the room Adam’s in, chuckling when you catch sight of what he’s on about. There, towards the back wall of the room, sits an old restraining chair, complete with intact leather buckle cuffs.

“Oh, fuuuck yes. Tie me up, baby.”

Adam’s grinning like a motherfucker as he yanks your shirt off, carrying you over to the laid-back chair and setting you down on it. He pulls the cuffs tight around your wrists before standing up to admire his handiwork, already popping the button on his jeans.

“I’m sick, doctor.” You whine, biting your lip and arching your back. “Can you cure my condition?”

He pulls out his cock and starts pumping it with quick strokes, grunting as he pushes the foot of the chair down so your knees are now bent. He smirks, tugging your jeans off before climbing up on top of you, forcing your legs open around him.

The tip of his cock drags along your clothed core and he grunts in satisfaction as he feels the hot wetness under your panties. He gently ruts himself against your crotch while kneading your tits in his hands, breath hot over your lips.

“Mmm, you seem to be suffering from a terrible case of nymphomania.” He growls with a devilish smirk, reaching down to push your panties aside. “Looks like you’ll need treatment right away.”

You whimper softly, spreading your legs open even further. “P-Please, doctor.”

Sackler licks his fingers, then slots them down between your bodies before rubbing his spit over the head of his cock for some extra lubrication. He lines himself up with your entrance before grabbing your jaw, squeezing and shaking it roughly.

“Are you ready for your injection, little slut?”

Before you can even give him an answer, he’s thrusting forward and sheathing himself fully inside you with a gruff grunt. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, jaw slacking.

“Mmffhh.”

He wastes no time picking up a quick pace with his hips, grunting and groaning deeply with each sharp thrust. His breath is hot on your cheek as he pants heavily.

“Tight fuckin’...nymph ssslut.”

You’re a whimpering and whining mess within seconds, back arching as your breasts bounce on your chest. “Ah! Ah! D-Doctor, your cccock is so biiiiig!”

“Yeah, you like your doctor’s big fat cock in your fffilthy little n-nymph cunt?” Adam growls, pounding into you even harder. “Mmm, takin’ me like it’s your fuckin’ day job. Figures, nymph’s probably t-taken so many goddamn cocks in this fucking hole.”

His words only spur your arousal on further, whimpers and whines turning to moans and gasps of intense pleasure. Your fingers are starting to numb, losing circulation from how hard you’re yanking on the leather restraints.

“Ohhhh fuuck, mmm, A-Adam.” You moan, gasping with each thrust of his hips.

He’s drilling you so hard the chair’s begun to bang up against the wall, old metal creaking and groaning with his harsh motions. You’re close already and so is he, walls gripping his cock like a fucking vice.

“Gahhhh fffuck! Beg for it, beg me to mmmake you cum y-you filthy bbbitch!”

You gasp in time with his thrusts, breathless on his cock. “P-Please! I nnneed it ssso fucking bad!”

His hips move at lightning speed, skin slapping and squelching together loudly. Adam’s just teetering on the edge, hot pants tickling your eardrum.

“Gonna cuuuum, ggonna fuuuucking cum!”

That’s all the warning you get before his hips come to an abrupt stop, spilling the first thick rope of seed deep inside you. They pick back up quickly after, fucking the rest of it into you with a series of strangled moans and grunts.

“Kiiiiiiiid, ohhh my--ffffuck!”

Feeling his orgasm brings along your own and you cry out softly, hips jerking against him as your juices spill out around him. You’re panting, chest heaving while you come down from your high along with Adam.

He kisses you lazily before pulling away and tucking himself back into his pants. Then, he helps you out of the cuffs and back into your clothes, kissing you on every bit of skin he can manage to reach.

You two start walking back out towards where you came in and once you’re back outside the chain link fence, he stands behind you, holding your hips.

“So, how’d you like your personal Adam Sackler tour of Hillside Asylum?”

You laugh, pushing your ass back against him playfully. “It was pretty cool. Very interactive.”

It’s his turn to laugh, bending down to mouth at your neck. “Does this mean I get to fuck your brains out at every haunted location we visit from now on?”

“Oh yeah, absolutely.” You chuckle, turning around in his arms. “You’ve started a new tradition.”

He smirks, squeezing your ass.

“Mmm, alright.”

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