#adam stanheight fanfic

[coryosbaby]

Your Face .

Fandom: “Saw (2004)”

Pairing: Adam Faulkner Stanheight x fem! Reader

Synopsis: you’ll never leave him again.

Cw: angst, mentions of past murder, injuries, money struggles, mentions of past sex work, night terrors, codependency, attachment issues // nsfw . hand jobs, nipple play, cum eating, praise, mommy kink, oral (f recieving)

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Couple’s therapy really isn’t easy when the both of you were victims of a fucking serial killer.

If you can even call it couples therapy— talking about how you feel towards each other and trying to fix your relationship is some sort of therapy, you guess.

Maybe it’s not healthy to stay with the person you were held in captivity with. But even before that, you were attached at the hip. Even if you were both on and off before the incident, you were still both incredibly infatuated with one another. You would never be able to escape that face: Adam’s beautiful, almost angelic face. It’s been that way since the end of high school graduation, and it’ll be that way until the end of your life.

You know why Jigsaw had chosen you. It was obvious, wasn’t it? Your money situation had been terrible before he had taken you, and in his mind, you were a whore, a dancer, a prostitute. But never in your mind could you ever contemplate why he chose Adam: your sweet boy, your best friend, your sweetheart. Adam.

You still dream about the last day you were there, sometimes. When you had carried out the plan Adam had come up with: just shoot me. Shoot me in the shoulder so he thinks I’m dead. And then get us both out. And when you had, trying every desperate attempt to find the key to the chains, you had reached your hand down into the sink drain. It was a wonder you had somehow escaped those chains without having to cut your own foot off. Adam’s cries sounded a lot in your ears, now. In your own haste to go and get help you had left him there with John Kramer. Even when he had begged you not to. Even when he almost died.

It was a wonder you both got out alive. It was a wonder you had managed to come back, fight the man off, and get him out of there.

And ever since, it’s like Adam has only ever though about that. The moment you left him in that room. The fear he felt, the impending doom.

Maybe you both need an actual therapist .

Some nights, nights like these, Adam has problems sleeping. When he does, it’s like he’s placed back in there in that room with you— being tortured, shot, and humiliated. And on some nights like these, he wakes you up for your affection and assistance. Eyes shooting open, an extreme amount of fear goes through the poor boy’s tired body. He’s there.

He’s quick to shake you awake. Your eyes open with confusion, and then once the situation settles in you understand it’s one of those nights. Lifting yourself up, you frown when you see the tears beginning to well in Adam’s eyes.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

He sniffles, trying to cover his face now that he’s being half brought back into reality.

“I just woke up. I don’t—“ his hands grab at his hair, pulling, as he cries. “— I don’t know. I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, sweetheart..”

You push his hands out of his hair and replace them with yours instead. You soothe his scalp with your fingernails, and kiss him. You used to have night terrors for this same reason, so you understand how this must feel for him. He moves down so he can lay on your thighs. He feels sad and embarrassed and scared. You stroke the outline of his face with gentle fingers: beautiful, strong nose, sharp jawline, gorgeous eyes, plump lips. Any woman’s dream.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You murmur to him. He quickly shakes his head. He lets out a pained little moan, almost like a scared little rabbit. You lean down, and kiss him on his nose.

“I know, honey. I know it’s hard. But you aren’t there anymore, okay? You’re right here. I’m right here.”

He nods, but you know he’s just trying to stop you from seeing how deeply the night terrors affect him. He’s always been such a strong boy.

Your forehead pressed against his cheek, you whisper to him.

“Do you want something to drink? Some water, some tea? I can make you some..”

“Y-Yeah. Maybe some water, momma, if that’s okay.”

That sweet little nickname you adore so much from him. You smile.

“Okay.” You lift him off of you, rounding the bed to make your way out of the bedroom. “I’m gonna go into the kitchen—“

“Please don’t leave me!”

It’s immediate, the way you freeze up and stop at the end of the bed. You almost start to cry yourself.

Adam is embarrassed at his outburst, and he sobs, all of his emotions flooding out. He crawls over to you and wraps his arms around your waist. He rests his head against your thighs. You know now that the glass of water will have to wait a bit when he utters that familiar set of words. The same tone, same amount of fear lacing his cracking voice. It brings it all back to you, just as Adam’s dreams bring it back to him.

You let him cry out for a few more minutes, stopping to grab some tissues from the bedside table and clean him up when he’s calmed. Your fingers settle into his hair; soft and wavy under your fingertips, you shush him with a gentle hum.

“I’ll never leave you, Adam,” you whisper, soft. “Never. I swear.”

And you know that it’s true. Your fingertips move down to his jaw, lifting his face up so he can look at you. He’s coming back down from his nightmare, and real life is starting to seep in. He isn’t in that bathroom anymore. He’s in his apartment— our apartment, including you, in his brain. Not the one he got taken from. Not the bathroom. This is new, this is safe— and jigsaw is dead.

You sit down next to him on the queen sized mattress you had bought together. He buries his face in your neck, breathes in the familiar scent of vanilla, laundry detergent, and sweet strawberry perfume. Unadulterated bliss.

“Promise?” He sniffles, sticking his hands in between the valley of your breasts and traveling down to your tummy. He rests it there, soft.

“I promise.”

And when he’s calmed, when you’ve wiped all his tears away, you go and get him a glass of water. Only this time, his arms are wrapped around you from behind tightly the entire way to the kitchen.

Safe.

He drinks about two glasses. When you guide him back to your shared room you sit him down on the bed.

“I don’t think I can go back to sleep,” he murmurs, embarrassed. You make sure that he doesn’t become ashamed of nights like these.

“It’s okay,” you reply. You smile as you kiss his forehead “Im off tomorrow. We can just stay up and go to sleep when you feel like it.”

Adam is now thankful that you’ve moved on from your life of sex work and into retail, because that means that he doesn’t have to worry about you as much. So it puts him in a good mood to remember that, and also to remember that he’s gonna have you for the rest of the day. He leans forward, plants a kiss to your lips. He smells like cigarettes.

You kiss him again. Harsher, a bit. Tongue slipping inside the warm canal of his mouth. Perfection.

You don’t want to urge him to do anything sexual with you right now unless he doesn’t want to. So you pull away, thumb brushing over the scar on his shoulder. It’s a spot you’ve come accustomed to— one that he’s sensitive about, but not with you. Never with you.

He leans in again and his kiss is heavy. He’s desperate, now, not only craving your body but also craving a distraction.

“Wait,” you breathe against his lips. “Are you sure, baby? Sure you wanna do this right now?”

“I want it..” he whines. His hand grabs yours and places it over his bulge. “Please? It hurts..”

You can’t resist him when he gets like this, and you know it helps him forget the things that plague his thoughts. So your palm grinds down into that spot that he laid your hands on. He breathes out a small breathy sound, one that makes him grind up into your hand. His body is slowly making its way down onto the bed. Laying down, he can see the lace slip adorning your body starting to fall down, down, down. Your cleavage is pretty, he thinks. Nice and soft enough to stick his cock in between.

He’s wearing one of his white shirts, and you lift it up to his shoulders to expose his bare torso. He’s gained a bit of weight since that wretched room, a little bit of his tummy beginning to fatten up. You find it absolutely adorable. Kissing there, you make your way up to his chest and pepper small bites on his chest. Marking him there is your favorite activity.

Your tongue laves over one of his areolas, kissing and scraping your teeth on it. He mewls, a small little “‘s good.” leaving his pretty lips. He’s always had sensitive nipples, and you love to play around with them.

He lifts himself up so he can slide the rest of his shirt off. Pretty muscled biceps replace the white fabric of the sleeves, and on one of them the gunshot scar sits. He’s still so perfect.

“My perfect boy,” you coo. “God, look at you. You’re gorgeous.”

He blushes, a thank you making its way from him. You move away from him, farther up to the head of the bed, and lean against the bed frame. He knows instantly that you want him up against your chest. You reach towards the bedside table and reach into the drawer where you keep your special things. When you pull out a vibrator, Adam crawls towards you with morbid curiosity.

You’ve used toys on him before, but for some reason, not this one. He leans back against your chest and adjusts so you can take his cock out of his pajama pants. It slaps against his lower belly, wet and dripping. He’s always had such a pretty cock, all thick and hard and red. He’s got a lot of girth, enough to make it hard to close your fist around him.

The vibrator has a lot of power to it; you know this because you’ve used it on yourself many times. You hold Adam’s cock with one hand, and with another you switch it on. He gulps as he watches the toy in your hand.

“Okay?” You ask. He nods, pretty lashes fluttering shut as you watch his confirmation. His head tilts back and his mouth falls open in ecstasy when you press the vibrator to his aching tip.

“Oh, god.” He moans.

You move it down to his base, rubbing teasing circles into the soft skin there. Adam wraps his hands around your arms, desperate to have something to grab onto.

“So pretty like this,” you praise him. You move one of your hands up to his hair so you can rest it there. You kiss his neck gently. “My sweet Adam. Your cock is so hard, isn’t it? So hard for mommy.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He chants, whimpering. “It’s ‘s good.. love you so much.”

Your heart flutters, breathing in against his neck. He smells so nice that it almost makes your head tingle.

“I love you too, sweet boy.” You say. You move the vibrator down to his balls, and a moan rips through his throat. He sounds so heavenly that you can’t resist reaching down in between your thighs and rubbing your clit. When you pull away your slick coats your fingers, and you rub them up against the boy’s lips. He accepts them greedily, keening at the taste of you on his tongue. Crooking the digits, you make sure to keep them flush against Adam’s teeth; he loves having them in his mouth.

“Never gonna leave you again, honey. Gonna stay with you forever and ever, gonna make this fat cock cum… ”

And god, if that doesn’t make Adam’s balls draw up tight then he doesn’t know what will. Precious noises spew from his lips as his orgasm approaches him.

“Yes! Please, mommy, pleasepleaseplease, gonna cum—“

And although he didn’t last long this time, it doesn’t matter to you. Once his cock is dripping white, you set the vibrator aside. Your fingers scoop up some of his creamy spend, and with a lolling tongue you lick it all up. He tastes amazing, just perfect. Your perfect boy.

Sighing, he leans against you for a moment. He turns around, gives you a sweet little sultry smile, and returns to you the same perfect amount of pleasure. He does this by shoving his magnificent tongue in between your thighs. And skilled, the boy is— he loves to please. He thinks your pussy is the best he’s ever tasted or smelled in his entire life, and while he rubs his soft wet muscle against your clit his eyes roll back and small moans leave him. When you cum he makes sure you have two more orgasms— one from his fingers, another from his cock that had somehow gotten hard for you again.

And in the scene where his cock is inside you, you’re on top of him while he lets out little grunts and moans. You bounce up and down on him until your slick is white and wet, dripping down his thighs and onto the sheets. He had lit a cigarette somewhere between three fingers inside you and now, and his lips are wrapped around it while he watches you ride him. Holding it between two of his fingers, he exhales smoke at the same time that your teeth scrape along his nipple and your nails dig into his shoulders. He gasps— angelic. Then he tilts his head back, and cums.

That face is another one you’ll never forget— his pretty eyes shutting, mouth agape and cheeks ablaze. You don’t think you could ever leave this pretty thing ever again.

© 2023 bratty-lxndry444 🤏🏻 all rights reserved. do not copy, translate, modify, repost, or claim as yours !!!

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[mrkheartffmans]

Adam Stanheight and his gf headcanons 18+

♡note♡: hi !!! self indulgent once again !! as always my reader is black coded<3 but you can still read if you aren't !! like and reblog drop in a request pls:) or you can drop in anon or as yourself and talk to me !! either are GREATLY appreciated ily !! also i write adam in a not shitty! apt :) and trap never happened here☆

~18+ mdni~

♡content warnings♡: missionary, breeding, established safe words, rough oral (m/f recieving), limit pushing, humilation, dacryphilia, kissing, breath play... don't blink!, toys, masturbation, teasing, forced? orgasms, overstimulation, doggy style, marking, degradation, multiple orgasms, fingering, squirting, pinning, name calling, affirmation kink (f recieving), half clothed sex, photos, nudes, smoking, creaming

sfw

OMG HE LOVES HER SO MUCH! like he physically cannot live without her or he wouldn't make it. he's so possessive and will give you the world if you ask him to. he's super!! clingy, he was ecstatic when you bought a place near him. either you'd be at his place all the time or he'll be over at yours.

adam is a skinny white boy so you know what that means... his girl is 100% a chubby short black girl! i don't make the rules over here. i'm NOT JUST saying this just bc i'm fat and brown skinned but liked dude think about it... who loves emo/alt music? EXACTLY so when you met him at the record store for the first time he couldn't help but notice how cute you were peeking in the cases on ur tippy toes next to him.

"hi, i'm adam", he confidently turned to you and introduced himself. smiling ever so gently, warmly welcoming you to reciprocate and you did. the two of you walked around the store together for almost an hour talking about everyone you two like. he slides you his number hoping he'd get a "yes" to the date he proposed.

when you agreed to go out with him he was over the moon with excitement. he bought you a huge bouquet of pink roses and gave them to you with a kiss on your cheek. he noticed that it was your favorite color because of your pretty little outfit you were wear that day.

adam loves holding your hand, reminding you that he's not going anywhere. you two could be doing something so simple as cleaning up together and he'd sneak up on you just to hold your hand and leave a sweet kiss on your palm. he also loves putting his arm around your waist while you two are walking, keeping you close at all times. he also loves for you to hold the loop of his jeans y'all know it looks silly but it keeps him grounded and safe.

adam tries to cook for you... well he knows that you like to cook and he learns from you and if he has a free day he'll surprise you after a long day with a recipe you taught him and he surprisingly does really well considering it was his first time cooking for someone other than himself. he's easy to please when it comes to eating as well and he loves and appreciates everything you cook for him. he's not too picky either and is willing to try anything if you like it.

the quiet time the two of you spend together is cherished by the both of you. he could be on the couch organizing a portfolio and you're behind him at the table drawing or writing. being in each other's presence is enough for you two. adam loves watching you work as you do to him. standing in his dark room with him watching with your elbows on his table as develops he photos and explains the process is better than listening to your favorite podcast atm.

you're adam's little spoon... idc what anyone else says about adam being the little spoon. this man is so posessive over you til it's ridiculous. he holds you tightly in his arms like it's therapy for him. he LOVES to play with how soft you are gosh, your tummy, your thighs, your cute arms UGH he adores it sooooo much !!! he loves to rest his head on your stomach feeling the soft flesh under his fingers as you're relaxing with him.

UGHHHHH I WANNA KEEP GOING ON THIS I'M WRITING A SEPERATE FIC FOR THIS ONE HERE !! PLEASE SOMEONE TAKE MY PHONE AWAY PLS I WANNA SQUISH ADAM SO BADLY I JUST WANNA CUDDLE HIM SO HE CAN GROPE AND TOUCH ME I'M INSANE Y'ALL...

adam loves when you fall asleep on or near him. he loves that he makes you feel safe enough to rest in his arms. he'd be so surprised the first time it happens he goes into his drawer inside the tv stand and fetches you a throw blanket. tucking you in like a cute burrito and kissing your cheek as he retreats to the recliner near you. or when you fall asleep on him is even better because he can feel you breathing and hear your cute little snores up close and personal. he doesn't even mind if you drool on him. "it's so cute!", he always reassures to you.

adam loves watching horror movies with you. finding out you loved them as much as he did he was estatic. always finding new underground films for you to watch. you two shared your letterboxds' with that you knew y'all clicked at that moment. nights with him in his bed watching scary movies out beat spending money on bad service in a overpriced restaurant any day.

nsfw

creds to @eloquentmoon for the prompts

this man loves when you beg him for kisses. he doesn't deny his baby for long but to hear those three words fall from your needy lips "please kiss me." it makes him want to absolutely devour you and leave you satisfied never wanting another on your tongue. the way you gently tug at his flannel's collar pulling him in closer for you to taste him drives him mad and deeper in love with you. he obliges your every request. also! he loves fucking you with him on top so he can lean down to kiss his pretty girl >.<

when adam has your head all fuzzy with pleasure he has to put an end to your mindless babbling by suggesting you to "use your words, dummy." yeah adam can be super mean sometimes but it's only because you asked for it and have totally gone silent besides the whiny moans you're emiting. i mean he can't blame you when you've had your 4th orgasm in 20 minutes. he gets realy close to you and playfully waves his hand before your eyes asking "is anyone up there?" refering to your long gone brain.

he loves the moments when you let him take photos of you undressing. the lit cigarette that dangles from his lips, his eyes focused catching every side of you he admires. your dress, your shoulders, your cute sides, and it all drives him mad. flashing, flashing flashing, photo after photo showcasing his beautiful girl in her natural form. "keep your eyes on me, so pretty..." he moans rolling his hips into your own. you know once all the clothes are gone he's immediately inside you! flashing...flashing. oh, yes is he still snapping pics. you bet your ass he is.

adam loves praising his girl telling her how cute she is how good she's doing. especially when he's got her bent over the counter of his dark room workspace. your panties along side your skirt pool down ankles and feet as adam works his hips into gripping your soft waist as he pulls you back and forth onto his length. "you take me so well, sweetheart" he's practically whining into your ear caging you in underneath him fucking you harder. your moans fill dark room as he leans and kisses you roughly.

in addition to that being said... adam's favorite position is missionary but!... when he's on his knees in front of you holding your squishy thighs down against the bed. he's pummeling into you again and again... over and over. "spread your legs wider f'me, love" he groans pushing them further apart making you feel a yummy burning stretch in your thighs. he has the best seat in the house viewing his thick cock spliting your poor little pussy wide open. he often rubs your little clit to making it so hard to stay still.

adam loves to watch you pleasure yourself while he fucks you. he has no shame in telling you to either reach down and rub your clit or hold a vibe to it. he loves how the added stimulation makes you clench even harder around him. "touch yourself, princess." he whispers in your ear while pounding away at your slick cunt. even when he's not fucking you there are times when he wants to see you doing all the work.

oh, he will give his girl rounds nearly making her go insane. you can't believe how long this man can last while fucking you into oblivion. ruining your pretty brown skin in the process he tucks his head in the crook of your neck sucking and leaving his mark while railing you from behind for the 2nd time today. just before that he had your wrists pinned above your head while he works into you leaving you absolutely ravished under him. he gives you his neediest kisses whining almost "i can't get enough of you, darling." he continues rolling his hips giving you your 5th but not last orgasm of the night.

your cunt is his favorite meal. plain and simple... he can cum just from slobbering your clit down alone. "you taste so good, my love.", moaning against you adding more vibrations for the sensations he's giving you. he loves it when it gets too much for you and your chubby thighs press around his head, his sweaty hair dampening them a little more. but not as juicy and slick adam has your pretty hole. licking and twisting his fingers deeper past the knuckle abusing that spongy spot within your warm walls. even making you squirt sometimes.

he pushes your limits (with consent of course) when your on your knees in front of him between his legs. his cock buried in your throat so deliciously. your soft hands grip at his thighs when he pushes your head down seemingly impossible but FURTHER down his thick length. filling your senses with him and only him. he notices how you gag and sputter around him, ignoring it because youv'e yet to use your physical safe word. even when those pretty brown eyes of yours fill with tears. "breathe through your nose, slut." he says eyes rolling back and groaning from the feeling of your hot mouth on him.

he WILL talk you through your orgasm!! i don't make the rules... he's deep in your cunt giving you languid strokes telling you how pretty you are for him. he angles his hips differently plunging deeper into your sticky walls (he's already came in you at least twice) pushing you closer and closer to the edge. he has your thighs up against either of your ears making your tummy fat roll so cutely. "does that feel good, my love?" he knows damn well he's making your head spin with every thrust. you can only nod frantically eyes crossing a little bit. "that's it princess, be a good girl and cream all over this cock."

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[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Hi I'm sorry I know your busy with so many requests. But when you get a moment can we get ladam from saw after Laurence cuts off his foot and he crawls to Adam and they have a bromance kiss. Then they die together 💅💖ily

A Promise

a/n: ahh thank you so much for the request! i love this idea <3 sorry it took so long

warnings: blood, angst

word count: 400

Screams and gunshots clouded Lawrence's mind as he dragged himself across the floor, his skin drenched in sweat and his breathing growing shallower by the minute.

The smell of blood forced its way down his throat as he made his way toward Adam, reaching a trembling hand out in an effort to gain his attention.

He was bleeding out, he knew that, but he couldn't just turn around. He had to get to Adam. He honestly didn't care if he died here.

All he cared about was getting to finally hold Adam in his arms, like he had been wishing for the entire time they were chained up in this place.

When he was finally close enough, he reached out, curling his fingers around Adam's arms, attempting to stop him in his assault.

And he did. Adam dropped the broken porcelain and was soon looking straight at Lawrence, nothing but terror in his eyes.

"You're gonna be alright," Lawrence whispered, bringing a shaky hand up to Adam's face.

Lawrence knew that he needed to get help, but he didn't want to leave Adam. And anyway, if he did somehow make it out of here, what would he be going back to?

His family were probably dead. The last thing he'd heard were their screams. His daughter─

He didn't want to know what had happened to them.

"I'm not going to leave you, okay?" Lawrence whispered, forcing himself to look at Adam. "I'm not...leaving you."

Adam was crying, his forehead pressed against Lawrence's, desperate hands clutching his shoulders.

"Lawrence," he whimpered, the bloodied material of his t-shirt gripped tightly in his fist. "Lawrence."

Adam wasn't sure why he was even uttering the doctor's name like this. He'd already told him he wouldn't leave.

But he was scared.

He supposed Lawrence could turn around at any moment, let him go as he left him alone.

"Don't leave me," Adam cried. "Please."

"I won't," Lawrence muttered, his trembling fingers still stroking along Adam's cheek. "I won't."

Lawrence leaned closer to Adam then, his body growing cold, and he used his last ounce of strength to reach up and catch Adam's lips with his.

He hadn't done it out of lust or any sort of attraction. It was more so a way to comfort him─to let him know that he would stay right there with him.

It was a promise.

Forever.

[Main Masterlist]

#well that hurt #chainshipping #chainshipping fanfic #chainshipping fic #chainshipping oneshot #adam faulkner stanheight #adam stanheight #lawrence gordon #lawrence x adam #adam x lawrence #adam stanheight fanfic #lawrence gordon fanfic #saw #saw 2004 #saw movies #saw franchise #saw fic #saw fanfiction #saw fanfic #horror

[turnipoddity]

uhh anyway

#cutesy nurse adam for your soul #i need to get this outta my system #adam stanheight #saw #saw fanart #myart #made this bc someone finally wrote a fanfic for this fella… and i cant get him outta my mind

[akascow]

theres just smth about lawrence gordon the ONCOLOGIST (cancer doctor) trapped in a room with adam stanheight the SMOKER who literally says gimme that sweet sweet cancer in the movie

im losing my marbles brb

#theres something there right im not going crazy RIGHT? #guys i KNOW the cancer patient is in the room too OBVIOUSLY he is thats not the narrative im tryna write here HAHA #its like a setup for a fanfic dude leigh whannell what were u planning sir #dr lawrence gordon #lawrence gordon #adam faulkner stanheight #adam stanheight #saw #saw 2004 #sawposting #sawtism #chainshipping #cary elwes #leigh whannell #james wan

[adamsfeministveganpunkgf]

When they’re secretly gay and in love with each other but one dies at the end >>>>>>>

#saw 2004 #saw ii #horror films #saw #saw franchise #adam faulkner stanheight #saw 3d #saw movie #john kramer #leigh whannell #saw viii #saw vi #saw x #saw movies #sawposting #chainshipping #lawrence gordon #dead poets society #dead poets fanfic #neil perry #todd anderson

[fantasynsuch]

Adam Stanheight SFW + NSFW headcanons

REQUESTS FOR SAW OPEN!

2.3k words

Sfw

How you meet!

you two meet probably in the hallway of your crappy apartment complex.

you run into him from the corner, he had his headphones in and was listening to it on full volume, and you were running late for work

crashing head first into neighbor? you dick he probably thinks to himself as he realizes he just ran into his neighbor.

he'd seen you around before: mostly rushing to whatever crappy retail job of the month you had

he had thought you were really beautiful, but he was a coward at heart, so never did anything about it

this time he didn't have the choice to not interact with you: well, without looking like a dick

"I am SO sorry. I'm such a dumbass." He rushes out before he can think

Youre still kinda in a little bit of shock, so you just look up at this incredibly handsome man who just face planted into you for a long while

he thinks your silence is you rejecting his apologies and he quietly apologizes and runs off

but you just were so enamored by him that you couldn't say anything

at work all you can think about is how you didn't accept his apologies and probably made him feel horrible

you were determined to make things right so after work you grab a couple packs of the smokes you always saw him with from the store and rush to his apartment

you timidly knock on his door and wait with bated breath

he sees you through the peephole and momentarily considers not answering it

but he sees the bag you have in your hand and is curious

he opens it, fully expecting to be yelled at for running into you

but all that happens is you raise the bag up quickly and say "i'm so sorry i didn't say anything, i feel so bad. i just was in shock because you're s-" you stop and say nothing after realizing your rambling

he looks in the bag and notices the smokes

you smile at him shyly

and that starts a beautiful relation

how you are as friends

you stay over ALOT

he tends to not eat the best so you make him alot of dinners and lunches to make sure he's eating regularly

his work as a professional stalker keeps him up at odd hours so those pre made meals are rlly a life saver

buying each other candy and snacks alot

when the other was having a rough month fiancially, you would try to pick up the slack andhelp them

that means buying the other small groceries and items to get them through till the next check

you stay over sm the other has toiletries like tooth brushes n soap at the others place

going to parties together but only talking to one another bc ur both not super extroverted

you just go for the free alcohol

speaking of which,,, taking care of each other when the other is drunk

he holds ur hair when ur sick in the toilet,

you rub his back when he's sick

when the other is actually ill as in cold or the flu, bringing each other soup n montioring each others temp

making sure the other takes their meds to get better

inevitably the other gets sick with the same thing, but it just ends up the same way with the other taking care of u

leaving notes in his mail slot when he's busy, and since its 2004, no fast messaging so "coming over at 5!! xoxo" in his mail slot

he lives kinda like a typical man with basically only a chair and essentials , bare ass living room

taking him to the thrift store to get like a decent couch n maybe an arm chair

helping him expand his wardrope to something beyond crappy second hand flannel n white shirt (preferably without blood on it)

helping him get through his trauma over the trap

you cant exactly help him get over it, but ur there when he has bad moments

holding him while he sobs in ur lap

just stroking his hair n reminding him hes here n not at the god awful bathroom

it really calms him down and reminds him he is present in this moment, not that one

he sometimes gets insecure about his scar on his shoulder and tries to hid it but you remind him that he shouldnt be embarassed for being strong enough to survive

helping him get back into normal non stalkery photographer- his need to make money to live kinda outweighed his desire to just take pics of birds

speaking of which: he def loves nature photography

he lives in new jersey, so its rare he gets to do that, but its a nice treat

road trips with him n he spends the whole time as a passenger princess asking you to stop n take pics of a dead tree that has a rlllly nice backdrop

ur crappy car probably breaks down once or twice but its part of the adventure

In a relationship

kisses. lot of f'ing kisses

neck kisses, forehead kisses, navel kisses. any types!

probably is the little spoon lbr

follows ur lead for the most part

want to go to the theatre? it may take out half his money but he WILL pay for the date

probably gets u sweet treats alot n writes a little note that says "love you babe!"

he def clings to you everywhere u go

got to go to the kitche? catch him hugging u from behind n not letting go

can't fall asleep without each other anymore

he used to have a twin sized mattress but he decided to buy a full after u moved intogether

speaking of which, he definitely moved into your apartment

you have a two bedroom n that allows him to have a red room for his photography and a bedroom

he probably only had a redroom and slept on the couch at his apartment tbh

typical man

very clean n likes to take showers with you

his fav thing is his hair being washed by you

the scraping on his scalp is incredibily grounding

he loves washing you as well, and not in a sexual way.

theres something so domestic about cleaning each other that he loves.

ultimately i think his interactions with cheating rich men has spoiled a bit of his view of marriage, but with you he really can see himself settling down and being a forever thing. beyond everything, he trusts you

he craves domesticity so he will enjoy providing for you and helping with the house

loves to cook, his mom probably taught him

doesn't really have a jealousy problem, though he can get jealous from time to time

very rare, but if he does, there might actually be a substantiated reason

doesn't want kids atm, as he can barely support himself and you.

waiting up for you to get home no matter how tired he is

wants to make sure you're home safe

rlly co dependent directly following the trap. can't be in the bathroom by myself, it reminds him too much of the trap. he needs you to be in the room with you while you speak to him through the curtain, or even better, being in the shower with you.

needs constant reassurance he isnt a burden on you

he feels like you don't deserve to be with a man who has so many problems

you tell him constantly that you will be there no matter what

holding hands just to remind him of your presence.

calms him down alot more than you expect

if you happen to be late getting home from work, he may partially freak out: thinking you left him finally

you'll find him sobbing on the couch curled in on himself

he's so vulnerable after lawrence left him there

he doesn't know that lawrence didn't break his promise intentionally so he holds alot of resentment for him

kissing his cheeks and telling him you'll never leave

onto more happy things:

MOVIE NIGHTS!!! you religiously watch movies together and spend most of the time talking about the stupidity of the characters or something.

never meeting his parents bc he's not on good terms with them

LOVES THAT YOURE ABOUT HIS HEIGHT, he's not a tall man and has never been insecure about his height, but the fact he's eye level with you makes it extremely intimate in his opinion

or if you're taller than him, his man brain goes ooga booga and thinks "tall woman/man" and all bets are off

NSFW

okay, to go ahead and put this glaringly obvious thing out there: HE HAS A THING FOR BEING A SUB!!!

He needs you to take control and tell him what to do

grab him by his hair and shove him in between your legs? yes ma'am

ask him to kneel and eat you out on a hardwood floor? done

he absolutely would do anything for you

he needs reassurance what he's doing is good: and rest assured, it is

he probably is a bit messy, and not very controlled

sloppy licks and desperate sucks are common

same thing for when he's inside you

ragged thrusts and a desperate pace

hes probably desperate bc you havent let him cum the whole session

his cock is probably a bit under average length wise, but good god is his girth something to marvel at

everytime he takes you he stretches you

very skinny man, and once you get your claws into him, he probably gains weight which gives him a cute bit of chub that you love to grab onto while he's thrusting into your hole haphazardly.

its almost like a leash

he absolutely needs direction the first couple times, hes so nervous he's shaking

you ask if he wants to keep going and he nods quickly n says theres nothing he's ever wanted more, but assuming this is following the trap, he absolutely needs someone to tell him what to do

could definitely get off from watching you cum (it's def happened before, his poor red cock hadn't been touched all night beyond the grinding on the bed he's hidden from you while eating you out and seeing your intense pleasure just,, he couldn't hold on anymore)

probably circumcised with a tasteful amount of hair, enough to be cute but not enough to be annoying

his nipples are probably so sensitive and he doesnt even know it, he's never thought to play with them

the first time you brush them he gasps and leaks precum

from then on they become a regular part of your routine when playing with him

PLEASE CALL HIM A GOOD BOY!!!

the first time you do, his head is thrown back in ecstasy from your mouth on his cock, and when you pull up, you tell him to look at you while still stroking his cock, and you say "youre my good boy. cum for me my baby boy."

he immediately cums and is embarrassed for weeks, even with your reassurance that it was the hottest thing you've ever seen

speaking of head, he loves getting it but he absolutely enjoys giving it more

theres something so sexy about being able to lick you to completion

when he gets head, he's so lost in his own pleasure that he forgets to breathe and when he remembers, he takes deep breaths

is so in love with your body

he thinks your the hottest person he's ever seen

would probably want to call you mistress or momma. i dont make the rules

RIDE HIM RN

he loves when you're on top, it makes him feel so helpless

alright so: he definitely wants you to peg him

grip his hands and place them above his head, and shove his head into the mattress

anything

his fav position is with his ass up in the air with his head shoved in a pillow and his cock hanging pitifully untouched. shove your strap into his ass while he begs you to make him cum

grab his face and kiss him while he wails out from the pleasure

shove your tongue down his throat,,, something!!

IN THE ODD OCCASION HE IS FEELING DOMINANT!!

rare

but it happens

he isn't some hard dom who leaves you bruised up

he will take care of you just like he does when he's subbing, but he won't let you order him around

grabs your neck and just holds. not enough to prevent you breathing, but enough for you to know its there

still sloppy either way

with him, aftercare is a must

thing is: you can't leave him alone after he's finished subbing, as it sparks some trigger that brings him back to the bathroom, where, in his mind, lawrence left him to die

you have to take him with you

you found out after he cries out and practically tackles you begging you to not leave and to stay with him and to not abandon him

its alot of rambling, but once you get him to calm down, he is pretty embarrassed, but you understand

you tell him to get up and hold his hand, or hug, while walking to the bathroom

wiping a rag on his oversensitive cock to clean it and seeing his face scrunch up is ur fav thing

you might make him eat his cum out of you to clean you up, but it just depends on how he feels. and it might start up a whole nother round so its a gamble

he probably doesn't fall asleep immediately afterward, and will stay there stroking your hair while you sleep to remind himself you're there, you aren't leaving and you love him

LOTS OF LOVE YOU'S DURING AND AFTER!!

something about you telling him you love him does something: it might be from him feeling useless and like a burden

when he finally sleeps, he's the little spoon and he whispers a quick,"thank you"before nodding off

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS!!! I LOVE ADAM AND SAW AND AND pLS REQUEST SOMETHING!!

#adam faulkner stanheight #adam stanheight angst #adam stanheight fanart #adam stanheight imagine #saw fanfic #adam stanheight x reader #adam stanheight x you #saw x reader #dr lawrence gordon #saw #adam faulkner x reader #adam saw #adam stanheight #adam faulkner

[hoffmans-trophywife]

Adam Stanheight x reader? Like how Lawrence describes his daughter & wife, have Adam describe his relationship with the reader.

Hope you like it, anon! <3

Best Thing In My Life | Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x Reader

Summary: You carry Adam's baby and the position of the best thing in his life

The time in that bathroom seemed like it would never end, Lawrence and Adam were still trying to understand what they should do to get out of that trap without physical harm. They had already understood that they needed to cut off their own leg that was trapped in chains, but where would they get the courage to do something like that? Lawrence looked at the photo of his family tied up there, helpless, not knowing what he could do to help Alison and their daughter.

“I feel horrible that i can’t help them. Alison and Diana are everything to me. I know i made a mistake cheating on Alison, but i love her since we met years ago. She is the woman of my life.”

The doctor lamented, he didn't even have enough water in his body to shed tears.

“I wonder if they did something to Y/n like they did to them.”

Adam said leaning against the wall, inside he was in pure despair, but he tried to hide it as much as possible, he didn't want to appear weak, no matter how weak he was.

“Y/n? Your relative?”

He asked.

“Something more than that. She is the best thing in my life. Is my girlfriend. I don’t think they would have the courage to do anything to her.”

“If they did something to a child like mine, why wouldn’t they do it to your girlfriend?”

Lawrence asked and Adam ignored his rude question.

“She is not alone. She's pregnant, carrying my baby. I was dedicating myself so much to photography to support both of us and him or her.”

Adam ran his hand over his face, starting to cry. Lawrence was silent for a few seconds before sighing, he was a little shocked now, Adam is gonna be a dad, just like him. If they were close to each other, they would definitely have hugged each other at that moment.

"I'm so sorry."

“I... She was the best thing that ever happened to me. I was bullied a lot in high school for being introverted, she was a new student, in the first week without even knowing me she helped me and stopped them from hitting me. She started hanging out with me and even though she was teased for being pretty and hanging out with a "weirdo" like me, she never stopped. After that i started to look at her like the wonder woman of my dreams, we've been together for 7 years and counting, in fact i was planning to surprise her and ask her to marry me, until i ended up here. She probably came home and saw everything set up, but she didn't saw me there. ”

He explained with a sad face.

"Don't worry. We’re going to get out of here and you’re going to see her again. I want to see my family too. Alison and i are not what we used to be, but i know she still loves me as much as i love her, the feeling may have cooled, but our love for Diana can overcome everything. My little girl is such a miracle in our life, she is so smart and curious. Just like her mother when was a teenager. I'm so proud of my baby”

Gordon said smiling, Adam started running his hands through his jeans looking for something, until he took a photo out of one of the pockets and showed it to Lawrence.

“Look look, at least he didn’t take that from me.”

Lawrence couldn't deny it, she really was very beautiful and had a magical smile that could easily charm anyone who passed by her. The photo showed her and Adam together holding a pregnancy test in one hand and a photograph of an ultrasound in the other hand, smiling extremely happily as a couple in love should be.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she? She is the love of my life, she is everything to me, she is the thing i am most grateful for having in my life. My family never supported me in being a photographer, unlike her who always helped me despite all the judgments. Being with her every day makes me happier and warms my heart, it's like im in paradise and she's my goddess. ”

Adam said smiling silly caressing the photo, the blonde laughed.

"Do not laugh. Lawrence, im really scared i'll never leave here and i won’t be able to see her again.” He admitted, frustrated.

"Ok ok, we going to get out of here, we’re going to find a way to do this, you’re going to find your wife, even if i leave first and come back for you.”

"You promise?"

“I promise you, Adam.”

Final note: please, reblog if you liked! 💖

#imagines #fanfic #saw #saw x reader #slasher #horror #adam faulkner stanheight #adam stanheight x reader #adam faulkner stanheight x reader #adam faulkner x reader

[sawtastic-sideblog]

Adam has a habit of smacking Lawrence's ass. Before they got together Adam would do it all the time. Lawrence finally had enough and pinned Adam against the wall to confront him but ends up with his tongue down his throat instead in this essay I will...

#adam talks #saw franchise #saw 2004 #adam stanheight #lawrence gordon #saw fanfic #chainshipping

[coryosbaby]

Mdni! 18+ , mentions of gore and sexual themes

Your hands skim over the keyboard in front of the security cameras in Jigsaw’s warehouse. Pulling your hair back from your face, you watch with morbid curiosity as a boy is placed inside the reverse bear trap. Pretty brown hair, strong nose. He’s gorgeous as he lays unconscious in that rigged room.

One of the apprentices straps him down to the chair, right across from another unconscious body— one that you know may or may not be cut open soon. Biting your lip, you watch the mysterious boy’s shirt ride up— it exposes a sliver of pale, soft skin.

You want to bite a chunk out of it.

Your friend and colleague, Amanda, stands behind you working on another trap— a collar that has bullets around the edges. Turning to her, you try to act casual.

“What’s the guy’s name?” You ask, motioning to the boy on the screen.

She shakes her head, her eyes not moving from the contraption in her grasp.

“I dunno. Adam, or something.”

Your eyes dazedly turn back towards the security footage and something tugs at your chest.

Adam.

It fits him well, you think.

You hum, watching as Amanda frustratedly slams down a piece of material.

“This piece of shit,” she grumbles. “I’m gonna go get some more stuff for it. I’ll be right back. Keep an eye on that guy, okay?”

That won’t be a problem, you think. You nod, saying bye to Amanda. Finally alone in the room, you bite your glossed lips and adjust your high heels on your feet. You then turn to your purse, pull out a compact mirror, and begin to touch up your eye makeup. Anything to get you to ignore that feeling tugging at you as Adam’s game begins.

—

It’s a mere forty minutes later, and Amanda still isn’t back yet. She had texted you through your burner phone a mere few minutes earlier.

“Got held up.” she said. “Wont be back for another 30 mins.”

Honestly, perfect timing. Because as you watch Adam through those cameras, you notice that he’s beginning to stir.

Of course, as you expect, he’s panicky. You can see all of his expressions: how confused he looks as his eyes first open, then the mere realization that he’s restrained. And then, the panic and fear— his eyes scrunch up and he begins to move his hips in an attempt to get out.

And you’re so thankful that the surveillance is equipped with audio. Because as he struggles, Adam lets out the most precious whine you’ve ever heard.

And against your morals (as if you have any, at this point), your panties begin to dampen. He lets out a pained sound, trying to speak through the helmet. But he can’t.

Watching him so helpless and scared— it shouldn’t turn you on. But something in you can’t help but bring your hand down to your pussy and rub your palm against your swollen clit. You let out a heavy exhale, and your eyes move down to Adam’s hips— those gorgeous, slutty little hips. He’s moving them around like he’s grinding against the fucking chair. And shit, you can’t resist letting out a moan at the sight.

Thankfully remembering to press the button that connects to the television set in the room, you watch with hooded eyes as it turns on in front of Adam. His eyes widen, looking and listening to the instructions. You move your panties to the side and slip a finger inside yourself. Two, after a mere moment; it’s always been easy for you to take your own fingers. Adam’s got his eyebrows scrunched up and you wonder what his cock looks like. Probably cute— a pretty, flushed pink tip when he’s aroused. He looks like the type to shave himself bare, and when you begin thinking about how girthy he might be your mouth begins to salivate. You haven’t even seen all of him (yet), but you know the boy has a perfect cock.

Adam begins to cry. Your pace speeds up. He sounds so pretty and you know if you saw his whole pouting face he’d be even prettier. You press the button to release his restraints. At the freedom of his wrists and legs he throws himself down to the floor— maybe he’s trying to search the unknown man laying limp on the floor to see if he has anything on him to help him escape. He pats his chest, and checks his pants pockets.

And then, he lifts up his shirt to reveal that damning question mark reserved as a cutting guide. He sobs, knowing what he has to do. His hand picks up the scalpel on the small metal table, brought to him by that puppet that you think is very fucking ugly. He looks at it, looking at the unknown man across from him.

And when he begins to complete the task assigned to save his life, your wetness gushes down your fingers in thick, creamy streams. You aren’t looking at the blood and gore littering the floor as Adam cuts into the man— no, that’s fucked up. Your eyes are only focused on the boy doing the cutting. You can feel your orgasm approaching, and you pull your fingers out of yourself to rub your clit in fast circles. Whimpering into the open air, you watch as Adam wins his game. You watch his bloody hands as he unlocks the trap. And when his face is revealed to you, all bloody and handsome and crying, you let out a loud mewl, and cum all over your own fingers.

And after this, realization sinks in that the boy has beat the trap. He will live.

And now you know what your next task will be— finding him. You intend to know this boy— Adam— and you intend to help him heal from this.

And once he’s gained your trust, maybe, just maybe, you’ll fuck his pretty brains out.

#adam stanheight #Adam stanheight x reader #Adam stanheight x fem! reader #adam faulkner stanheight #Adam stanheight smut #adam stanheight fanfic #saw #saw 2004 fanfic #saw 2004 #saw franchise #saw fanfic #saw x

[mrkheartffmans]

sweet talkin' adam stanheight x fem reader spicy fluff

content warning: none except for soft dom! adam, teasing, foodplay, foreplay, kissing, passing food to one another.

a/n: were u in my brain anon? bc i was literally having these thoughts of passing chocolate in a kiss with adam for fun? lemme find out... i'm gonna have SM fun with this ending adam needs sm love it hurts

18+ pls mdni

reader is blk coded but you can read if you're not <3

"babe, just read the instructions" you whined to adam while you mixed the previous ingredients in a bowl. you're whining because the man cannot keep his hands off of you gripping your sides as you try to remember the next step. "it says something about fluffing your butter, y'know i can do that very well for ya" he whispers into your ear. he loves making it hard for his girl to function he thinks it's so damn cute.

all flushed and heated up youv'e already mixed the dry ingredients as needed now you just have to cream the sugar and butter... you would if you could if it weren't for adam dragging deliciously slow kisses along your shoulder. oh, and your shoulder definitely wasn't exposed already he slid your sweater down a little to do so. he's working on your sensitive skin while you work on the treat for the two of you. "adam please just wait f'me, give me a second" with this he bites down on your ear while kneading your breasts in his hands.

he's now pressing you against the marble counter licking at your neck. you're surprisingly getting through these steps even with all the added torture. you finally add the first pan turning to your silly boyfriend with a playful glint in your eyes. (you being so disoriented turned the oven up a little too high.) he quickly holds your face into his hands taking your lips between his'. he kisses you with so much emotion swiping his tongue against yours in the way he knows you like.

he sets you onto to the counter moving his hands from your waist dragging them under his shirt you're wearing. his cold hands send chills down your spine prickling at every nerve sending you over the edge right now. he feels his way up your soft body leaving you with no choice other than to press your thighs together. adam takes notice gripping your thighs and placing himself between them.

"you think m' gonna just let you grind that pretty pussy with your thighs, ah ah ah... i'll be doing all the work"...

he gets an idea in that sick mind of his'. "here babygirl, lets try something different." adam holds the 72% dark chocolate bar to your lips waiting for you to take a bite. you look into his eyes watching him... "he's serious?" your minds rings aloud to you. a smile crept upon his lips at your shocked expression.

"c'mon lemme show how to bite." he teases as he nips the corner of the bar smiling at you. finally you take a bite. "now let it melt on your tongue, sweetie", adam tells you this in a tone that has your knees weak.

you do as your told letting the bittersweet substance coat your tastebuds slightly frowning at the strong flavor alone. adam places a thumb to your chin. "now, now, sweetheart why don't you let me have a taste?" you loosen your jaw opening your mouth showing adam the liquidy chocolate resting on your tongue.

his dark eyes flicker back to yours then to your pouty lips. kiss, kiss, kiss. on your top and bottom lips, he leaves you a shaking mess and he's barely even touched you. gosh you could be so pathethic sometimes. he licks over your tongue holding your jaw tightly in one hand while the other rests on top of your head.

"you taste so pretty, princess." he beams looking down at your brown flushed face. the chocolate transfers to him clouding his senses for a brief moment. "oh, baby i didn't know you could be any more tastier." he chuckles before gently gripping your neck pulling you in for a hungry kiss. he kisses you like a man starved.

smiling down at you adam holds you close to him pulling you in deep to his chest. feeling your own chest rise and fall against his' he smiles to himself delighted in this moment with you. finally having time to just stop and i mean really stop and hold you outside of usual cuddles. to him this is a little more intimate. standing here with you, in the kitchen while your cookies are nearly burning. (they do a tiny bit tho) but it's all okay you have more dough.

"i love you so much, babygirl. you mean the world to me." he whispers taking a bite of the nearly charred cookies. he took them out of the oven slightly guilty because was all his fault they over cooked. "i'll make sure the next batch doesn't burn, princess i could tell you were barely able to focus." he's so unbelievable... you shake your head placing the next pan into the oven as he in turn places another sweet kiss to your temple. "you made my life so much better, i couldn't imagine it any other way, my love."

you're his pretty little princess and unknown to you at this moment... his soon to be wife.

for now he continues helping you like a normal person cleaning the remnants of flour and other material you're finished with.

EVERYONE... SAY "THANK YOU, ANON" !!

i can't do this anymore i'm glad iv'e already established and accepted that i'm NOT normal in any way shape or form for adam stanheight...

song inspo:

#saw 2004 #adam stanheight #black!fem!reader #adam stanheight x reader #saw #adam faulkner stanheight #saw fandom #adam stanheight fluff #♡elle'sdirtythots♡ #Spotify #adam stanheight fanfic #adam stanheight smut

[strawberrihart]

when i go to film school and meet my partner and we write an amazing horror movie that turns into a franchise, we better get a fandom that has the same energy as Saw fans.

i love you guys so muchh 🌀🧩🪚

#sawposting #saw 2004 #saw franchise #saw movies #saw #adam saw #saw adam #adam faulkner stanheight #adam stanheight #leigh whannell #james wan #film school #horror film #lawerence gordon #lawrence gordon #saw fandom #saw fanart #saw films #saw fanfic

[cheesesoda]

Rockstar.

adam faulkner-stanheight x fem!grunge!reader

a/n: this was inspired by that one deleted scene where adam and amanda meet except instead of him meeting amanda, he meets reader 🫶 lmk if u want part 2 🤞

summary: as adam is passing out flyers for his friend’s band, he unexpectedly meets his new muse.

genre: fluff. duh. what else.

cw: no trap au/nothing bad happens au

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adam was stuck with handing out flyers for his friend’s band on a saturday night.

as for y/n, she was working the night shift at her job.

when she descended the stairs of her apartment complex to leave for work, she saw a man with dark hair and a camera hanging from his neck and holding a stack of flyers. “very rockstar.” he said. she didn’t quite know if he was talking to her so she looked at him in silence for a moment, before he clarified. “your style. it’s very rockstar.” he chuckles awkwardly before regaining his composure and clearing his throat. the young woman smiled softly at his nervousness. “speaking of rockstar, my buddy’s band is playing tonight. you should check them out. they actually don’t totally suck, as far as buddy bands go.” he smiles again. “maybe i will.” she smiled and took the flyer he handed her. as she was about to keep walking, he stopped her. he didn’t want to pass up this opportunity to talk to such a pretty girl. he knew he’d regret it if he didn’t.

“you from around here?” he asked. “i just moved here actually. i’m y/n.” she introduced herself. “adam.” he grinned softly, which she reciprocated. after a bit of an awkward silence, he picked up his camera. “can i… take your picture?” he smiled sheepishly. “me?” she tried to clarify in surprise. “yeah, it’s okay if not but i just think your style is really cool and y’know you’re very p-pretty and all…” he stammers, internally cursing himself for being so awkward. y/n’s grin grew wider and she tried to suppress her smile by biting her lip as she nodded to give him consent. he seemed relieved and his grin widened as well as he raised his camera and snapped a picture of the young woman on the stairs.

the two gave each other a shy smile and nod, and y/n kept walking towards the exit of the apartment complex. “i’ll see you there then.” adam said. “…i won’t see you there, will i?” y/n giggled a bit, “if you were anybody else, no, you wouldn’t.” she smirked at him. “but i might make an exception. and maybe you could show me that picture you took sometime. here’s my number.” she scribbled:

‘xxx-xxx-xxxx

y/n <3’

on adam’s hand with a pen from her bag. “see you around, adam.” she smiled softly as she left through the door of the complex. adam stood there in shock for a minute before his face broke out into a huge smile. he couldn’t believe such an interesting and beautiful girl gave him her number. he looked at his palm where she wrote her name and number. y/n. he would definitely be showing her the picture he took.

#adam stanheight x reader #adam faulkner stanheight #adam faulkner stanheight x reader #saw franchise #saw #saw 2004 #lawrence gordon #leigh whannell #amanda young #fanfics

[feninina]

would you write headcannons about adam stanheight with a plus sized reader? i understand if you don't wanna do it, have a great day <3

𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗺 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁-𝗳𝗮𝘂𝗹𝗸𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗽𝗹𝘂𝘀-𝘀𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀 ·˚ ༘₊· ˚✧

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: SMUT!!! (minors dni), reader is a girl, mentions of body image problems and sex. this is just adam being a sweetheart tbh. 😁

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: thank you for your request lovely!! this was so adorable to write 💗 i really really hope you like this, and hope you’re having a great day too :)

also i realized you didn’t mention if this should be about a general reader or a female one after i wrote it so if you want a second version with a general reader lmk and i’ll gladly do it ^^

𝘀𝗳𝘄:

・First of all, Adam would genuinely adore you for who you are, everything about you making him go head over heels for you.

・And when I say everything, I mean everything.

・He would be the best hypeman you could ever imagine, always supporting you and praising you like crazy.

・He would fall in love with you since the first moment he saw you, so if you have body image problems and talk to him about them, he would be so confused.

・Like ??? you’re so perfect in his eyes ???

・He can be a little distant sometimes, having trouble with showing affection, but never going a day without reminding you how beautiful you are.

・He would do it in subtle ways, taking your picture when you least expect it, cooking you your favorite meal or leaving you a little post-it in your fridge before leaving for work when he’s feeling bold.

・“u’r btiful” it would say in his messy handwriting.

・He’s just a little loser. He’s so grateful you even landed your eyes on him.

・As I said, he’s always taking your picture.

・You once went into his red room to tell him to go to bed and were surprised when you only saw yourself in different situations hanged in the little photos there.

・ Since he struggles with his words, you better expect him to be attached to you in some physical way.

・He’s not big on PDA, but his hand would be glued to your waist in public or maybe to your hand. Mostly on your waist.

・Oh, but when you’re alone? He’s all over you.

・Cuddles are a must. Plus, he’s always kissing your thighs, loves to lay his head in them while hearing you talk about your day.

・Date nights at home are his favorite thing!

・In my mind he’s a very good cook but also very lazy to cook himself a good meal.

・But when it’s about you, nothing’s a big deal for him.

・So Adam would cook the best dinners and set up the table in your shared shitty apartment from time to time for you to savor an idyllic dinner together.

・He would often take you on long walks at night, where you’ll talk about anything and everything— and in a moment between then and there, he’ll kiss you under the dim light of a street lamp with the moon shinning above you.

・He would motivate you to be more confident, to pursue your hobbies and just be a better person in general.

・He would love skirts on you. He just loooves your thighs.

・Overall, it would be a lovely relationship, with its ups and downs, but Adam would love you wholeheartedly, for who you are and how you look.

・He loves all of you, you love all of him.

𝗻𝘀𝗳𝘄:

・Remember what I say about praising?

・He’s always whispering sweet and filthy words in your ears— how soft you feel under his hands, how beautiful your body looks, how good you are for him.

・I see him as a sub, maybe with a mommy kink if you’re into that.

・Once you’re in the sheets, his mouth it’s tied up to your tits.

・And his hands.

・God, he would kill for a boob-job.

・He loves when you sit on his face. He doesn’t want to hear you saying you would crush him. He. Doesn’t. Care.

・SIT ON HIS FACE!!!

・He loves to fuck you from the back when he’s on a more dominant mood. He could die watching your thighs.

・He could die a happy man inside of you tbh.

・He loves to eat you out, gripping your legs and keeping them pressed against his cheeks like his life depends on it.

・He would cum all over your breasts or thighs, not risking it at all by cumming inside of you.

・He loves to pleasure you, honestly.

・He (on several occasions) has cummed on his pants just by eating you out.

・Kisses, kisses, kisses. Expect random makeout sessions at every moment with him, even more after a stressful day.

・He just adore you, and he’ll gladly show it in the bedroom.

#adam faulkner stanheight x reader #feninina #adam stanheight x reader #adam faulkner x reader #saw 2004 #saw 2004 fanfic #saw fandom #chainshipping #mark hoffman x reader #adam faulkner stanheight x oc #adam faulkner stanheight fanfic #adam faulkner stanheight headcanon

[mobiussloki]

Would anybody be interested if I made a Chainshipping slow burn fic?

Adam being rescued by Amanda but Lawrence doesn’t know. Adam freaking out over the fact that Lawrence hasn’t come back for him even after being rescued. Adam deciding to stalk Lawrence and leave photos at his door when he comes home. Adam Faulkner Stanheight being the thorn in the Jigsquad’s side when he finds out Lawrence is an apprentice.

#chainshipping #saw franchise #saw 2004 #adam stanheight #lawrence gordon #jigsaw #john kramer #amanda young #ao3 fanfic #slow burn

[strawberry-whorecake]

Quite the Little Rockstar | A.S.

pairing: Adam Stanheight x fem!reader

summary: Adam’s feelings for his roommate are strictly platonic, right? At least he keeps telling himself that, until he finds you getting ready for a performance with your band, and you offer do to his eyeliner.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: none, just pure fluff <3

A/N: I’ve been in my Leigh Whannell era for months and the other day when I was doing my eyeliner I couldn’t stop imagining sitting on Adam’s lap and doing his eyeliner aaaaaaa

Having a roommate was weird. What was weirder was having a female roommate. But she’d answered his ad and she paid her half of the rent on time, so who could complain? Especially not when said female roommate was as good looking as you were.

The sound of rock music blaring over the stereo interrupted Adam’s darkroom session. He’d been so lost in developing and perfecting his photographs, he’d barely noticed just how much time passed. 

Still… the interruption was not what he was hoping for. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger as he shut his eyes tight. After a moment of realigning himself to reality, he stepped out of the darkroom, following the sound of the music, which only grew louder the closer he got to the bathroom.

He hesitated for a long moment, the door was slightly ajar, but was it weird to enter the bathroom while his roommate was in there doing god knows what? He didn’t want to be a perv. Was it even pervy in the first place if the door wasn't shut? 

About to give up as a whole, he stopped once more to the sound of you singing along to the music, and it pulled a small smirk to his lips. He swallowed down his anxieties and knocked first–like a gentleman– before pushing the door open anyways. 

“What the hell’s going on in here?” he asked a bit playfully, looking around at the state of the bathroom. 

The edge of the sink was littered with products, some of which had lost their balance and fallen to the floor. You looked nice, which confused him for a brief moment. Nice, but in a bad-ass, edgy kind of way. His gaze flitted over your outfit, and he couldn’t help but mentally admire your figure.

“I’m getting ready for the concert.” you said simply, and he furrowed his brows slightly. Concert? What concert? Then it hit him.

“Oh shit… the Wrath of the Gods concert is tonight?! Fuck! I forgot all about it… Scott’s gonna crucify me.” He groaned before running his hand through his hair. He huffed as he caught your reflection in the mirror.

From what he could see it looked like you were about to stab yourself in the eye with a pencil, and his eyes practically bugged out of his skull. He watched with incredulous curiosity as you brought the pencil not into your eye like he’d expected, but around it. The pencil left messy black smudges around your eyes. 

“What is that…?” he asked, probably sounding like an idiot. 

“Eyeliner?” you replied with a little huff of a laugh. Yep. He was an idiot, and your words proved that to him..

“Oh, yeah… I knew that.” he bullshitted. He’d seen that particular makeup look on girls before, but the only thing he’d ever known in terms of makeup was lipstick and eyeshadow. Oh, and that black gunk you’d put on your eyelashes that made them look long and dark. Mascara? 

He watched the way you applied the makeup around your eyes, only to then rub the tips of your fingers over your eyes, making the black pencil even messier… though, it was oddly attractive. It suited you well. 

“What?” you asked, peering at him through the mirror’s reflection. His expression turned sheepish, not realizing he’d practically been ogling at you until you’d called him out on it. 

“Oh, just uh… that makes you look cool, I guess.” In typical Adam fashion, he downplayed his compliment. He had a hard time being genuine around you, he didn’t want you to think he was a pussy or something by calling you pretty… or gorgeous… or just plain outright goddamn sexy. He did think all those things about you, but would you like him to call you those things? Or would you just think he was weird if he did? 

“Thanks.” followed by a little laugh pulled him from his thoughts. You liked his compliment? His gaze softened a little as he watched you reapply only to smudge the makeup around your eyes more. 

“Does that like… hurt?” he asked. It looked painful… a pencil that close to your eye? He shivered as he imagined that feeling. 

Your laughter once again pulled him out of his thoughts and he regained his focus on you as you turned around to face him, leaning back against the sink with your arms crossed over your chest. “You.. wanna try it?” you asked. 

He was a bit hesitant, he still partially believed it would hurt. Didn't girls always talk about how beauty was pain? But also… he was a guy. Wouldn’t makeup make him like, less masculine?

 “I don’t know…” he mumbled. “You’re gonna put makeup on me?” He asked, narrowing his eyes a bit, not at you, though. At that pointy pencil between your fingers.

You rolled your eyes despite the smile on your lips, which he always thought was an attractive quirk of yours, and the gesture made him smirk a bit in return. “Adam… every rockstar wears eyeliner.” you explained with that same smile he thought was really enticing. 

“Every rockstar?” he said a bit jeeringly. 

“Only the best… Billy Joe Armstrong, Bowie, Ozzy Osbourne, Alice Cooper…” Your smile widened a bit as you continued on, and Adam couldn’t help but roll his eyes, though this time a small smile pulled on his lips too.

“Whatever.” he said, though that was the closest thing you’d get to a yes from him.

“C’mere…” 

His gaze drifted from your eyes to your arm outstretching, finally to your hand as you held it out to him. He rolled his eyes in an attempt to keep up his arrogant nonchalance, though he silently begged that his cheeks hadn’t blushed. Especially when your fingers entangled with his. 

He let you guide him to sit on the lid of the toilet seat, and watched with shaky breaths as you stood in front of him… between his legs. Only to be close to him, of course… right? 

When you brought the pencil up to his eye he immediately flinched away, listening to your little scoff at his cowardice. “Shut up.” he bit back.

“Adam, I swear it doesn’t hurt. Don’t you trust me?” 

Goddamnit, how the hell was he supposed to say no to that sweet tone in your voice!?

“If you stab me in the eye, you’re paying the full rent.” he threatened, narrowing his eyes slightly as his gaze darted between that pencil and your eyes. 

“I won’t stab you in the eye if you don’t move.” Your tone held a sense of focus as you brought the pencil back closer to him again, and he couldn’t help but close his eyes. 

“Adam…” you huffed, making him open his eyes again.

“What!? You’ve got a sharp pencil so close to my eye! You really expect me to just be calm or some shit!?” he scoffed. 

“Don’t be a baby,” you teased and before he had time to even process what you were doing, he found you practically straddling his lap, your hand holding onto his cheek. 

His breath hitched in his throat, but he covered it up by pretending to clear his throat. Your body was so warm pressed against him… and so soft.

Oh fuck… he was blushing. 

It seemed like you knew what you were doing though, because his eyes were practically glued to you. Wide and unblinking, not wanting to miss a single one of your movements. 

And you took the opportunity and ran with it. You brought the pencil to his eye, almost touching, and he clenched his jaw a bit to resist his urge to close his eyes or flinch away. 

“Look up for me.” you instructed as you gently tilted his head downwards, and he obliged your directions, glancing up at the ceiling. 

He was scared as shit as the pencil grew closer and closer to his eye… but then suddenly it tickled? He couldn’t help but pull back slightly from the sensation.

“What the fuck…?” he huffed a laugh, which only made you laugh too.

“I told you it didn’t hurt. But you have to stay still okay? It’s gonna tickle a little bit, just try to ignore it.” you reassured him as you gently gripped his face a bit more firmly. 

He definitely noticed the way you leaned into him to get closer, your face only inches from his and he suppressed the urge to groan, instead bringing his gaze up towards the ceiling like he’d done before.

Adam fought with every ounce of strength to not let his eyes shut in defiance as the pencil tickled his waterline. He was relieved when you’d moved from his left eye to his right, figuring you were finally finished. But when you said it was time for the top, his eyes widened a bit.

“You’ll be fine, just look down this time.” you said, tilting his head up, and begrudgingly he obeyed. You gently placed your fingers on his eyelid, tugging it up as the pencil met his upper lash line.

“Jesus christ… this tickles worse.” he practically whined. He ignored the smile that pulled on your lips in response to his griping. 

What he couldn’t ignore though, was how cute you looked like this. Sitting on his lap, your eyes soft but so focused on lining his eyes perfectly. Your fingers gently guiding and pulling at his face. He liked your touch… maybe a little too much. 

That thought only made him blush and he looked away from you, still keeping his gaze downward like you’d instructed him too. He knew if he looked at your thighs pressed to his, his blush would only grow worse. Hell, his face would probably envy a tomato at that point. 

You worked from his left to his right eye again, and the sensation definitely didn’t get easier the second time around. It was insufferable, like a stuck eyelash that was constantly tickling and poking into his eyelid. “Are you done yet? This sucks… you like doing this!?” he asked, his tone full of disbelief.��

“Relax.” you said simply, running the pencil along his upper lash line a few more times before you pulled the pencil away completely. And leaned back away from him which he wouldn’t admit he didn’t like so much.

“Now just rub your eyes.” you said, reaching over to grab the pencil’s cap from the sink and sliding it over the pointy end. 

He looked at you quizzically for a moment. “But you just did all that… to mess it up?”

Your little laugh unwillingly pulled a small smile of his own to his lips. “Yeah, pretty much. That’s what makes it look cool… and like you don’t give a fuck.” you explained, and oddly enough, you were speaking Adam’s language. 

He huffed a laugh, still feeling a bit ridiculous, but obliged, using the heel of his palms to rub both of his eyes at the same time. When you gently grabbed at his wrists to tug his hands away, he peered up at you.  

He watched as a smile pulled on your lips as you looked him over. “Totally bad-ass.” you reassured him. 

Adam had to suppress a pout as you slid off his lap. He’d gotten really used to that closeness, and now that it was gone, he missed it. He wouldn’t admit it, of course. But he perked up when he realized now he could see what you’d done. 

Pulling himself to stand up, he turned to stand beside you in front of the mirror. “Damn,” he said simply. Your eyes were practically glued to his reflection, and he could tell you were worried that he’d hated it. He let a small smirk pull on his lips. “I look punk rock.” 

He tilted his head in a few different directions, looking over, and practically admiring his appearance in the mirror. He did look pretty cool and that made him feel cool too. “Maybe I should be the guitarist and singer for Wrath of the Gods instead of you.” he teased, earning him a gentle elbow to the ribs which made him laugh. 

He looked from his own reflection to yours beside him, and the way your eyes matched. It felt strangely intimate… and he liked it. He tangled his arm over your shoulders, pulling you into him–wanting to feel your closeness, but easily played it off as a friendly gesture. 

“What do you think? You think I look cool enough now?” he asked, enjoying the way you rolled your eyes despite your smile, and how you didn’t reject his touch… and instead you seemed to lean into it. 

“If you want me to tell you that you’re always cool… it’s not gonna happen.” you teased back, making him laugh. He liked that you were a little spunky. It only made him more attracted to you.

“Okay, okay… fine.” he said with another small laugh before turning his head to actually look at you, not your reflection. “We look pretty punk rock together, huh?” he asked a bit teasingly, though he was pleased at the way you practically giggled. You’d never giggled before and it felt like a huge accomplishment to him. 

“Shut up, Stanheight. You’re such a dork.” You rolled your eyes, but still had that same intoxicating smile. 

He glanced down towards your lips, telling himself he was just admiring the way they curved into the most precious smile he’d ever seen, but he knew that wasn’t true. He was actually wondering if your lips were really as soft as they looked. 

“Shit! We gotta go, Adam!” you interrupted his thoughts as you practically dashed from the bathroom. He glanced in the direction of the clock on the stove, seeing your source of panic. 

“Oh fuck, Scott’s gonna kill us both.” He quickly followed after you, hurrying to his darkroom to grab his camera, looping it around his neck as he met you back by the front door of the apartment. 

He admired only for a moment how good you looked with your guitar case strapped over your shoulder, and he couldn’t deny his excitement to see you on stage performing with so much energy and passion like you always did. 

You were quite the little rockstar, and he liked that. 

It was a silly thought,  but he also liked that your eyeliner matched… like in a weird way, your matching eye makeup was a claim on each other. He just hoped you were thinking the same thing he was. 

“C’mon!” you said, snatching up his hand as you ripped open the front door, pulling him along so hastily he barely had time to shut the door behind him. 

“Hey, hey… slow down,” he said as a bit of a huff. You begrudgingly slowed your roll, peering over your shoulder at him as you dropped his hand. He anxiously ran his fingers through his hair. 

“I was just kinda wondering… if you’d let me kiss you without the guys around.” When he noticed the way your brows raised at his request he quickly stumbled out, “You know! For good luck, duh!” 

Before he even had a moment to backpedal, say that he was just fucking around, there it was again, that soft little laugh that was practically a giggle.

“Well… if it’s for good luck.” you said, stepping closer to him and making his heart race in his chest. He gently reached up and cupped the side of your face, tilting your head up a bit as he leaned in. He watched the way you leaned in too as your eyes fluttered softly shut, and he swore he melted in that moment.

He shut his eyes too, as he closed the distance between your lips, kissing you softly. It only lasted a few moments before you pulled away first, though he didn’t mind. He was awestruck that you’d even let him kiss you. 

He got to kiss you, and he knew for a fact that your lips were indeed as soft as they looked. He was a fish and you cast out the line, hooking him in. He didn’t just want to kiss you again, he felt like he had to. Until your words quickly shut down that desire.

“C’mon, let’s go before Scott loses his shit over how late we are.” you said with a small, almost shy smile. 

“No way…! What if that wasn’t enough good luck!?” he playfully argued, making you laugh. 

“Then if we totally blow tonight, I’ll let you give me a little extra good luck later. Deal?” you offered, and this time, it was his turn to laugh. 

“Okay, fine… deal.” he agreed a bit reluctantly, though that reluctance faded as soon as you tangled your arm around his waist, and he did the same to you.

Usually he hated being the personal photographer for Scott and Wrath of the Gods, but tonight he was rather excited about it. He already knew most of his pictures would be of you. 

And even if you guys killed it tonight… he was still dead set on giving you that extra good luck once you guys got home later, anyways.

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