#adam stanheight x fem!reader

[alessiathepirate]

Saw (2004)

STRAY CATS: Adam Faulkner Stanheight x fem!reader

Summary: The stray cats of the streets loved Adam...

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may havee made while I wrote this short story.

Warnings: swearing; some references to the bathroom trap, but other than that nothing

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The stray cats of the streets loved Adam.

They followed him around. They immediately started to both like and trust him. They liked to walk up to him and rub their backs to his shin, purring while doing so. They learned that following him home meant that they'll get some free food and water.

The stray cats of the streets loved her boyfriend and that fact alone made her heart flutter. And Adam loved the cats, every one of them, as well. He fed them, pet them and made sure they were okay when winter hit especially hard.

Sometimes she was even jealous of the damn cats, no matter how cute they were, how adorably they meowed in Adam's arms or how they purred as she too pet their heads.

Adam gave them more attention than anyone else and when he had one of them in his arms he was smiling with that adorable, loving smile of his, which always put a smile on her face as well. She liked to look at him when he was in a caring mood and she successfully stole his camera once to take a picture of that moment - Adam with the cats. She kept it in her wallet just like Adam kept a photo of her in his.

The first time she noticed what a special relationship he has with the city's cats, was when she accompanied him to Scott's place, who quite rudely demanded some pictures of his band for some new, stupid poster.

It was late and dark, and they were on their way back home hand in hand. Their shoulders were bumping together sometimes and she drew circles into the back of Adam's hand with her thumb.

It had been a long night and just like many times before, he was the punching bag for Scott's remarks once again. She hated the guy, she hated how he didn't respect her boyfriend at all and she hated his sexist remarks too.

"I love you," she spoke up, trying to break the silence and trying to make the dark clouds disappear from above their heads - the clouds were always there when they had an insufferable night. "don't you forget that, okay?" she gave Adam's hand a gentle squeeze. "It doesn't matter what he says, he's just an asshole."

"He's always been that way." came the answer in a tired voice. "You'll get used to it."

"I won't." she said quickly. "I will never get used to how he disrespects you every fucking time he wants something."

It was Adam's turn to give her hand a squeeze and she understood the sign: I'm tired and I'm not in the right mood to talk about it. She respected that and shut her mouth, swallowing down all the names she wanted to call Scott.

"I love you." she said instead, her voice full of the adoration she felt for him.

"I know." she wasn't really sure he knows or understands how much she actually does. "I love you too."

They continued their walk along the dark streets.

She didn't let go of his hand, knowing he needs to feel her touch to find some comfort in her presence after a long - a way too fucking long - day.

That's when she heard it - the meowing. It came from a dark alley and once they stopped to listen and look, it sounded like the cat was closer.

"There you are." Adam spoke to the darkness to her surprise as he let go of her hand. He took a few steps towards the alley and came to a halt when the cat finally appeared under a buildings light. "I was wondering where you disappeared to."

He was talking to the cat.

And he crouched down, letting the cat rub its side to his knees as he countinued talking to it like they were long time friends. He gently put his camera, what he was carrying on his shoulder, aside because it almost touched the ground. It was too precious to break.

She just stood and slightly tilted her head. After the first few shocked moments, she smiled. It was one of those smiles she could feel with her whole body; a shiver running through her, her heart starting to flutter, the muscles in her cheeks hurting.

It was adorable.

It was probably one of the few times she actually witnessed Adam being calm and free from troubling thoughts.

She stepped next to him and then crouched down too, looking at the cat and its glowing eyes as it looked up at her boyfriend.

You love him too, huh? You better.

"You know whose it is?" she asked as she touched the cat's ear and then ran her fingers through its fur - at one point her hand collided with Adam's. They didn't really mind it - at all.

"No." he answered. "Actually, I'm pretty sure she is no one's."

"Are you sure?"

"I know I'm pretty much the only one who feeds her."

She turned to look at him, her lips forming a smile once again.

That's what she loved the most about Adam. He's caring even if he's well aware how fucked the world is. He knows what reality is like, yet he does his best to make it feel good for the people - or in this case animals - he cares about.

"Not anymore." she spoke up, giggling when the cat turned around to get a good look at her, smelling her fingers and then rubbing her back against her hand. "Now the two of us are the ones feeding her."

Adam smiled and she loved that smile.

She loved when he wasn't smiling from their teasing bickering or about her dumb and bad attempts at joking when he got home tired. This smile was soft, heartwarming and honest - showing his true feelings for her.

"She'll follow us home." he said reffering to her place as home.

"It's all right. She'll get the best dinner she's ever had."

That was the first time she saw Adam with the streets' cats - and it wasn't the only one.

Every single time they were walking home at night - no matter the reason -, they ran into one of Adam's cats. That's how she called them - Adam's cats, since he was the only one who ever stopped to care for them.

Adam's want to care for the streets' cats never changed. No matter what time it was, what season it was - or what he went through: he always stopped to pet them, he always led them home to feed them - even if his shoulder still hurt and was in the process of healing.

Just like now, in the present. She is standing in the doorway, leaning into the doorframe watching her boyfriend, observing his every move and gesture, doing her best to memorize all of them because of the deep fear in the back of her mind - the fear she never really talked about.

It's a good thing some things never change, she thinks as she looks at Adam sitting on the floor with a small bowl in front of him.

It's hard to crouch down, the movement hurt too much - she knows that. But he still makes it work.

The cat is eating from the bowl, her whiskers white from the milk. The same cat they've met the first time she saw Adam interacting with the streets' cats.

She doesn't know what to say, so she stays quiet, although she wishes she had Adam's camera in her hands. Adam rarely uses it anymore, but she just couldn't bring herself to throw it away. Now it's in the bottom of her closet in a shoebox.

"You know," she starts after swallowing. "we should just keep her at this point."

Adam looks up at her and she finds it adorable. He's still adorable even if he doesn't smile or laugh as much as he used to - even if his eyes are red from the lack of sleep and his hair is a mess.

"We should?"

She thinks about it for a moment.

Should they? Rent isn't easy to pay, great jobs aren't easy to find. The vet will cost a fortune.

She tilts her head, thinking. But the cat makes Adam happy. And Adam's happiness makes her happy.

"Yeah." she answers without overthinking it. "We definitely should."

And Adam smiles. He really smiles for the first time since the incident, with that heartwarming smile of his; the muscles in his cheeks tightening, his eyes shining. He looks at the cat and pets her back.

She almost cries. She can feel her eyes watering and her lips are twitching, but she grounds herself. She takes a deep breath and swallow the happy tears down. She can cry later.

"We need to find her a name too then." she says as she crouches down next to him. "I'm not great with names."

Adam agrees with her - he's not great with them either. She knows that fact very well and she giggles at that.

"You know what, let's just leave it for tomorrow." she says. "It's getting late and I think she really needs a bath."

It's still a fresh wound - the bathrooms. But this time she can't see any negative reactions at the word. Instead Adam just carefully stands up, hissing when he moves his bad arm.

"Yeah, let's give her a bath."

And they do. By the time they're finished the cat's fur is clean - and their clothes are wet. They just laugh at that, but her heart feels full. So full.

Later that night when they curl up on the couch watching some bad comedy, the cat is in her lap. She pets her head, playing with her ears.

When Adam isn't looking she kisses her fur, tears beginning to appear in her eyes. The cat makes him feel better. He's getting better.

The stray cats of the streets loved Adam - and so did she.

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[coryosbaby]

top adam x bottom fem reader? tumblr is lacking 💔

—ᴀᴠᴀ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇ !

Adam Stanheight x fem! Bimbo! Reader

✯ Content Warning . semi public sex (in an alley), club scene, choking, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, mild anal, p n v, degradation & praise, creampie, a lil bit of punk Adam with nipple piercings <33

Staring off across the room could not have been as helpful as it is right now.

A man’s hands are grabbing your hair, pressing you between his warm body and a brick wall behind you. He smells good, like some cheap cologne and soap but in the best way possible. He’s got some kind of eyeliner on his lower lashline and a curve hugging t shirt that makes you swoon. You had watched him from across the room under the strobe lights. He had saw you, approached, talked. His name is Adam.

You don’t know him— not really. You know who he is, thanks to a news article you read a few months ago. You know what had happened to him, after he had escaped a viscous serial killer and somehow got out alive. You know that taking a girl in an alleyway is probably his way of blowing off steam. But he was nice enough to strike up conversation before he jumped your bones— even asked to take your picture.

“Trying to remember the scene,” he had said, chuckling nervously. “especially you. You’re the prettiest view here.”

And after that, you had both somehow made your way to the back alley and he had set his camera down and sooner or later you had shoved your tongue down his throat. And okay, so this seems a little trashy, but so what? You would’ve fucked him either way, whether it be at home or at his apartment. And besides— something about this boy has you willing to be fucked like a cheap slut in the middle of an alleyway. And who can blame you, honestly.

If you didn’t know any better, you would ask Adam out.

But you don’t think about that possibility right now— can’t think about that. His crotch is grinding up against yours, his lips consuming you until he pulls away.

“Are you sure this is okay?” He asks. He wants you, but he wants to make sure that being fucked in an alleyway is something you’re into.

Nodding, you ignore the pain in your heels as you lift on your tippy toes in your stilettos. Biting teasingly at his neck, you let out a small breath of air.

“‘S perfect. Now why don’t you shut up and fuck me?”

His eyes are glazed with lust, and his hand reaches down to grab the flesh of your ass.

“Yeah?” He mutters. “Right here?”

At your nod, he shakes his head and chuckles.

“Never met a chick like you before.”

He dives back in for another taste of your lips. His tongue strokes your bottom lip, wet and filthy and oh so delicious. You run your hands up his shirt, feeling the warm skin and the light patch of hair on his chest. Running your hands over his chest, you’re met with the sensation of cold metal.

Nipple rings.

“Been wanting some of these,” you mention to him, and he grins against you.

“Hurt like a bitch. Wouldn’t recommend if you have a low pain tolerance.”

“Mmmm..”

You continue to kiss him again, this time flicking over his nipples and playing with the barbells. It drives him crazy, and he becomes more sex crazed and desperate. After a moment he pulls your face away from him. Without warning, he turns you around and shoves your face against the wall. Letting out a tiny gasp, your pussy aches as he pushes your legs apart with one of his own and moves down to his knees. He kneads your ass with his hands, lifting up your pink latex dress to expose your soft ass to him. Groaning, he takes notice of the tiny black thong that’s settling in between your cheeks.

“Shit,” he whispers solely to himself. You smirk. You knew that the lace would come in handy if you got laid tonight.

“Like it?” You say, amused. His hands move up to spread your cheeks. The slightly chilled night air makes your eyes scrunch shut in pleasure.

“So fucking sexy.” Adam praises, and he leans in, using his thumb to move away the thong’s string. Watching your dripping pussy from this angle, his cock is so hard that it hurts. Your little clit is settled between two swollen lips, hole clenching and unclenching. Adam takes sight of you under the street lamp a distance away that serves as your only source of light. He thinks you’re beautiful.

He brings his lips to your clit; pressing a soft kiss there, he lets out a small mewl. He kisses all over you, moving up to the globes of your ass to leave wet ones in a trail. And unexpectedly, his finger finds your puckered asshole, running it along on it. He slips his thumb in, gentle, and with his other hand he reaches around to play with your aching pussy. He finds your hole and he probes it with the tip of his tongue, while his finger slides inside your ass. He thrusts one, in, out, in, out, and it’s not long before he adds a second as he begins to devour your cunt like a man starved. Groaning against you, he makes sure to get your pussy nice and wet, makes sure to drool and spit on it as much as he can. You like boys like this; boys that are desperate and messy but still manage to somehow make you submit. Because this whole time, your mouth is spewing so many vulgar phrases, begging, pleading.

“Please! ‘S good, Adam, it’s so good, wanna be good for you…”

“Want you to make me cum, want your cock…”

And Adam’s got this hunger as he hears these words, as your hole feeds him your delicious arousal. He wants to fuck you until you stop breathing.

It’s not long before he presses down on your clit and rubs while his tongue is still probing your walls. Instantly, white hot heat licks up your spine and you can’t help but cum all over Adam’s pretty mouth. You shove your wrist in your mouth to keep quiet but it’s so hard. You haven’t had your pussy ate like this in a while.

Wiping his mouth, Adam grins from behind you as he lifts himself back up to his feet. He begins to undo his belt, the skull shaped buckle glinting in front of his eyes. He unzips his fly, pulling out his hard cock. He strokes himself as he watches your ass grind back desperately against him.

“Still so needy…” He grunts. “God, you’re a slut, aren’t you?”

You mewl, hands reaching behind to spread your cheeks and present yourself to him again. You’re like a bitch in heat for this perfect stranger. He takes notice, instantly shoving his cock against your clit and tapping a few times. He’s being such a tease.

“Adam, cmon..” you whine, trying to adjust your hips so his mushroomed head can catch on your dripping seam. He just shakes his head, rubbing his cock up and down your folds.

“Beg for it,” he whispers against your neck. “Beg for this cock.”

“Please,” you instantly moan out. “Please fill me up. My pussy needs your cock so bad…”

And Adam isn’t a patient guy, so of course he gives into your demands and slides his throbbing cockhead into your entrance. He tilts his head back, mouth falling open, as he enters your warm canal. You mewl against him. He’s big, not too much that its incredibly painful but just enough to give you that delicious stretch.

Adam’s face buries itself into your neck, small sounds leaving his throat as he finally sinks in to the hilt.

“Fuck,” he moans. “Are you always this tight?”

“Mhmmmm,” you say, feeling confident. Your hands reach behind you to run through his dark hair. “Been needing a cock inside me for weeks.”

He thrusts into you a bit harsher now, nipping at your jugular with his teeth.

“Yeah?” He breathes. “Should’ve met me sooner baby,” and then, with a much darker tone, “Could fill up this pussy every day if you’d let me.”

And now you know you need to ask for his number. Because you’ve never felt this needy and this hot for another human being in your life. Maybe it’s love at first sight— or fuck at first sight. It doesn’t matter. He’s beginning to pummel your guts like you’re a fuck doll, grunting into your ear as his hips slap loudly against yours. His hands wrap around your hair and he pulls you back towards his awaiting thrusts.

“Clenching so tight. Making my dick so wet, baby, fuck.”

Squirming in his grasp, you let out a squeak when he bites down on your neck harshly. Like a fucking vampire, the boy begins to suckle up the blood into his mouth. As he pulls away, his pace speeds up impossibly quick.

“Who’s making you feel this good?” He coos. “Who’s fucking this cute little pussy this good?”

“You!” You gasp. “All you, Adam, ‘m yours— shit!”

You’re about to cum embarrassingly fast once again. Just one little flick to your clit and you’ll be spilling all over his cock. Adam takes your ass in his palms and spreads you again so he can watch as you take him.

“Such a good girl,” he breathes. “Such a good, pretty slut. Gonna make you cum so fuckin’ hard on me.”

Your eyes roll back, and he reaches around to rub your clit with his fingers. You seize up, letting out a choked sound, as you cum all over him. He whimpers as he feels your pussy spasm around him, and his fingers on your hips become bruising. You can’t help but have the desire to be filled up with his spend; it doesn’t matter if he might leave you after this, you want him to leave you used and dripping in his cum. You press your hand to his lower stomach from behind you, working your hips hard against him.

“Cum inside me,” You plead, overstimulated. “Need your cum to fill me up. Please, I need it—“

“Shit!” His hips begin to stutter, and with one last stroke he’s cumming.

He rides out his high until his cum is dripping down his balls, his eyes shut and a montage of delicious praises spilling out of him.

When he finishes he gently pulls out of your gaping pussy. Tucking himself back into his pants, he pulls your underwear up with gentle hands. He turns you around, fixing the straps on your dress.

“Okay?” He asks, and you smile as if you’re doped out and nod.

“Never better.”

He laughs, a light flush caking his cheeks now.

“Good,” he says, then chuckles awkwardly. “Uhm— thanks. For..”

He gestures to your body, fumbling with his hands.

“No problem.” You reply. “It’s late. I should be getting home.”

“I can walk you to your car,” Adam says quickly.“I mean, if you want.”

Something tugs in your chest, wondering how the once rough boy is so shy now. You lean up to him, planting a kiss to his cheek.

“I would love that, Adam. Thank you.”

Adam grins, helping you balance on your shoes as you wobble towards the parking lot.

“So… I was wondering if I could get your number?”

You’re relieved that he asked first. You look up at him, his neck caked in hickeys and bites from your own kiss bitten lips.

“Definitely.”

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[mrkheartffmans]

part two of the last lil drabble i HAD to elaborate...

mdni 18+ fem!reader x kinda dark!adam stanheight

she's blk but feel free to read if you aren't tho &lt;3

content warning: somno!! dubious consent, perv!adam, masturbation, groping, oral, fingering, panty sniffing fuuuuck, half-dressed reader

adam feeling the reader up in her sleep after she let him the night before.

adam just couldn't get enough...

the feeling of squeezing your breasts had him on top of the world. your soft squishy mounds conforming perfectly under his grasp. that night he retreated back to his bedroom... his hands were wrapped around his cock stroking so feverishly thinking about your blushing face looking up at him. all the little whimpers that escaped your lips had him shooting thick ropes cum over his knuckles.

"fuck..." he thought to himself. he wanted more

you were sleeping so prettily a couple hours later in your bed. wearing your sleep shirt that now smells like him and you didn't mind one bit. adam cracked your door a little bit peeking in, eyeing your sleeping form. your shirt was slightly hiked up your soft tummy exposing your panty clad pussy to him. every part of you is so delicious to him and seeing you like this made it no better.

he quietly made his way over to you admiring your beauty it seemed to be even stronger as you slept. he could feel himself hardening in his sweats watching your chest rise and fall. he noticed that your nipples were hard now! while you sleep they're still the stiff little buds he remembers passing his thumbs over earlier.

inching closer to you he leans down to your face making sure you're sound asleep. soft breaths escaping your plump lips, his eyes scan your blushing face slightly damp from your moisturizer you applied before bed. adam smells your sweet strawberry soap you bathed with its scent infiltrates his thoughts replacing them with you and only you™️. he also takes in your natural scent. the warm oat and sweat from your room being a tiny bit too warm from the space heater nearby.

"just a little more won't hurt will it?" he convinces himself while looking at your cute pussy. it's so fat and juicy that your panties barely can hold your cunnie in them. he leans down and gently sniffs your cunt exhaling deeply when it hits the back of his throat. he almost gets the idea to lick you through your panties but he saves that for another time. he brings his hands to your soft chest again, this time feeling your ribcage covered by its layer of fat. slowly savoring your minor expressions shifting under his touch.

you gently stir in your sleep whimpering not yet fully awake. hands travelling north he lifts your shirt completely over your chest now, not able to take it anymore. he ogles at the sweet pillowy soft breasts before him. nipples immedoately hardening from the change in temperature. so cute and sensitive all for him !! that dumb draft near your bedroom window is to blame... or is it?

"she can't be this oblivious..." he whispers still kneading at your mounds. maybe you heard him because now your eyes are itching to be opened by the ticklish feeling you were dreaming about. but you quickly find out in reality you're not being tickled at all. your tired eyes find your roomate over you with a handful of you in his palms. "oh, adam? w-what'r you doin'?" you whimper in confusion. your heart hammered violently against your chest eyes stinging with tears threatening to fall.

you didn't want it to go THIS far. but the way he's touching you right now has your thighs pressing together. his cock was aching and throbbing in his sweatpants at this point. "adam please s-stop m'sleeping." your weak protests subtly changing into hushed whines. "there there princess you know this feels good, now doesn't it?" adam whispers to you. you couldn't deny it at all... how he's squeezing and touching all on your body.

adam raises your shirt above your breasts leaning in closer to you, nearly being able to feel your heart beat through your chest. "you're so soft cutie, you know i couldn't stop thinking about this since earlier?" with that he has one of your nipples between his teeth, biting firmly on the tender bud. kissing down your ribs, licking all over your tummy, he finds himself over your panties. teasing you by slapping the band against your skin.

his fingers trace patterns over your covered clit that's now swollen. cupping your entire pussy with his warm hand grinding his palm into you. your hips stutter against his touches chasing the pleasure. "i thought you said you were sleepy, peach?" he grins using his once innocent nickname as a descriptor for your wet cunt he's smushing around with his hands.

"please, a-adam do something." you pathetically whine to him. he hooks a finger inside your panties pulling them to the side exposing the wet mess youv'e been making. the cool air hitting your most sensitive place is making your head reel. "m'gonna jus-." is all you hear before his tongue is flicking back and forth against your clit. your hands immediately fly to his hair, holding him in place where you need him most.

"you're such a dirty little girl, letting your roomate eat your pussy like this." he moans pushing his index and middle fingers into you. twisting his knuckles at just the riiiiiight angle making you see stars and all that happy shit. he switches between rubbing circles into your clit with his thumb while tonguing your hole and licking broad strips upward.... then back down.

OKAY I'M DONE I'M SERIOUS SOMEONE TAKE MY PHONE now i admit it... i'm NOT NORMAL about him

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[goatcheesecak3]

Bus stop

Adam stanheight x f!reader

Click here for the m!reader version!

Includes: fluff, implied romance between Adam and reader, brief mentions of violence

Summary: Adam is a social pariah after escaping the jigsaw killer, but while waiting for the bus, he makes a new friend, and things seem hopeful for once.

Adam sat at the bus stop, staring at nothing in particular. He never used to wear hoodies, but since the whole jigsaw thing, he didn't really have a choice. He hated when people would recognise him from the news as a jigsaw survivor, taking pictures of him or asking him questions about it. The worst part by far was when he heard murmurs about how he was technically a murderer. It was true, he had bludgeoned a man to death with a ceramic toilet lid, hit him over the head so ferociously and with so much vigour that his head might as well have been a bag of marbles. However, it was immediately clear to police that this was an act of self defence, if you're chained up in an abandoned bathroom and some lunatic comes running in there with a gun, what else can you do? Adam had tried to tell himself this many times, but it did little to soothe him. He had killed someone, at the end of the day. He knew it, and everyone else knew it. He just wanted to fade into the background and not be seen, and so, the hood stayed up.

Rain hammered into the streets, and Adam shuddered as he held himself tight under the little shelter that the bus stop provided. It was a freezing cold afternoon in mid December, and he couldn't have felt less festive if he tried. Turns out technically being a murderer makes you kind of a social pariah, so he had pretty much no chance of making friends to spend the holidays with. His own company wasn't exactly the nicest either, since any and every little thing seemed to trigger some sort of panic attack or flashback. He would try to simply sleep through the rest of his life away if it weren't for the nightmares, so that wasn't really an option either. The lack of sleep, isolation and constant feelings of anxiety had turned Adam into a somewhat bitter person, he'd never exactly been a ray of sunshine, but at the very least he could dish out witty little quips and sardonic comments (even if they were for the sole purpose of being defiant and sarcastic). Nowadays he didn't have the energy or the patience to be funny, he was just short tempered, angry,  and trying not to cry all the time.

He blinked slowly, waiting for his bus and feeling quite sorry for himself, when suddenly a voice broke the trance like state he was in.

"Excuse me?" He snapped, turning to look at the speaker, sounding more pissed off than he thought he was going to

"Sorry to be a bother, but could you tell me if this bus is gonna go to the south end of town?" Asked the young woman who the voice belonged to.

Adam was taken aback by this, the woman in front of him was his age, fresh faced and quite pretty. She seemed friendly and had a welcoming demeanour, which was strange. Ever since his situation hit the news a few months ago, the reception he got was normally aloof or wary, but not from her. She wasn't here to pry, either, she simply wanted to enquire about the bus timetable. She was talking to him like he was any other person in the city.

"Oh.. uh yeah it is" mumbled Adam, stumbling over his words slightly.

"Thanks so much," the woman beamed, "I've asked about five people about the buses and you're the first one to actually talk to me" she chuckled, taking a seat next to him.

Adam gave the girl a perplexed look, as he wondered who would be nuts enough to give someone like her the cold shoulder. Sure, he wasn't exactly the friendliest of people, but even he could give her the time of day, what was everyone else's excuse?

"Y/n, by the way," she smiled, holding out her hand to him.

"Adam," he replied, doing his best impression of a smile, hoping it would add a little bit of cheer into his inflection so as not to scare this pretty girl away, as he took her hand and shook it gently.

"Adam, that's a nice name" she smiled at him.

She still hadn't put two and two together that he was the same Adam from the news... unless she somehow hadn't seen the news. But that would be impossible... unless

"Are you new around here by any chance?" Adam asked, looking for answers.

"Yeah, I am, Only moved to this city a few weeks ago. You been here long?" She replied

"My whole life, one day I'll get out of here though" he replied, staring straight ahead. He thought to himself how many times he'd said that exact same thing; "one day I'll get out of here". It was just wishful thinking at this point, but it was a comforting thought, so he chose not to dig into it any deeper so as not to destroy the illusion of a hopeful future.

"I can't say I blame you for wanting to get out of here. Everyone seems so... cold" y/n said, a tinge of sadness in her voice,  "I thought I'd make friends out here I mean, that's what you're supposed to do when you're young, right? Go to the big city and meet lots of new people? I gotta say, I don't know what I was thinking. I'm much more at home in the countryside far away from everyone else. Sorry, I'm rambling" she trailed off.

Adam hadn't quite realised how much he missed just having a normal conversation with someone up until this moment. He knew he'd been lonely, he had been most of his life, but this just hammered it home. Having a small taste of normalcy when he was so used to isolation made him crave it. A destructive part of him felt weak for enjoying talking to this stranger at the bus stop, but a stronger part of him felt compelled to carry on.

"No, it's okay, " he said with a weak smile, "it's actually nice to rambled at a bit. I uh.. don't have many friends either. It gets pretty lonely."

He felt foolish saying this. He was a grown man, and here he was talking about friendship like some little schoolgirl. Christ, if his dad saw him acting like this he'd probably smack him into next week for being so feeble. There was that destructive part of him again, trying to ruin something nice.

"Well, maybe we could be eachother's friend?" Y/n suggested with a warm smile.

She was radiant, so effortlessly kind and warm. Everything about her made Adam want to let his guard down, she just had one of those faces you could trust. If he had to describe her essence in one word, it would have been "lovely".

Hesitantly, and slightly nervously, Adam nodded.

"That would be nice, yeah" he grinned. He grinned. He hadn't grinned in months. It was as though every single wall he'd put up simply melted away in that moment, and the feeling was like a natural high.

"Here," y/n said, handing Adam her phone, "put your number in and I'll text you sometime"

Adam did so, without hesitation this time. When the bus pulled up, Adam graciously offered for y/n to get on first, which she accepted.

"A single to the south end please, and whatever he's getting" she said to the driver, pulling her wallet out and smiling over her shoulder at Adam

"Uh, the same" he said, trying to hide just how flattered he was that she'd offered to pay for his journey, "heh, thanks" he smiled awkwardly.

The pair rode the bus together, talking and laughing about music and films until they reached their stops and went their separate ways home.

For the first time in who knows how long, Adam had a spring in his step. There was something about y/n that made him feel safe enough to come out of his shell. He felt his heart almost melt when he got home, to find he'd recieved a text:

This is y/n from the bus stop :) was so lovely to meet you! You doing anything tomorrow? x

A/n hello! Let me know if you want a part 2 to this!

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[cherieluver]

My intro...

Hi, I'm Carmen,,, I'm 18 ('05) and will be writing fanfics about whoever I like (mostly in the tags). It'll usually always be x readers but I'll be taking requests <3 bye-bye

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[feninina]

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[veras1ne]

✰࿐ ˊˎ- “BITE ME.”

Hi Doves!! This is my first fic from the Saw franchise!

I’m really excited for the months following as I’ll be posting more frequently and have a lot more lined up!! I hope you all enjoy this fic!

🫧Pairing: Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x Fem!Apprentice!Reader

: ̗̀➛ WARNINGS🦢: I am NOT responsible for the media you read and consume! Your warnings are the following: Kidnapping, Stalking, Taking pictures without consent, Sex, PIV, Blowjobs, Pervert Behavior by Adam and Reader.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Summary 🕊️: Adam believed his life would be over, but it turned out a certain apprentice had a different idea in mind. Now he has to follow a new set of rules

The scraping of metal tinged in your ear as you hauled the heavy contraption down the grimy hallway. You just nearly felt the vibrations through the tile flooring beneath your feet.

Adam’s eyes were droopy and his body frail and tired, yet his mind was widely awake. He couldn’t remember where he was last; he recalled picking at the skin of his shoulder that once was flushed with dried blood and the means for infection, courtesy of Dr. Lawrence Gordon’s gunshot that still rang in his ears weeks later. He hadn’t expected Lawrence to come back for him; in fact, he truly believed that he would die in that room, only surrounded by white tile and shit stains on the walls. His ankle was covered in blood and blistered skin. The friction of the chains caused his skin to burn and ache, leading his voice to scream and call out to anyone who was listening. His last wish was for someone to hear him, but he didn’t ever expect to truly be out of this nightmare. He wasn’t aware someone was coming for him, stalking him and preying on him.

But you did.

You pulled open the door to the room, and it screeched like nails on a chalkboard against the concrete wall. Adam’s blurry mind at the loud noise Other than his own desperate screaming and beckoning, he hadn’t heard any relevant sounds to aid him in his escape in days.

There was no sound to indicate another life. Lawrence had abandoned him; Jigsaw was nowhere to be seen, and all that was left was the burning ache of his wailing and the sound of the security cameras buzzing.But none of those things are registered in Adam’s mind now. His eyes were wide and fearful. The sight of an unknown face—someone who looked like them—was enough to make him startle and panic. His mouth was gagged, and his neck was embellished with a metal collar. On the inside of the collar were several rows of nails, and the tips of the needles were each plucked and perfectly arranged to suffocate him and create panic. Connected to his collar was a chain padlocked into the wall.

He was just barely being suffocated by the claustrophobic heat of the room and the relentless tugging of the chains that bound him to his collar. The air that entered his nostrils was thick and stale and tasted sourly of iron.

Sweat poured from his forehead onto his already sweaty hairline. It pooled at the small of his back. He began to quiver once he realized that whoever came into this room had no intention of leaving it anytime soon. “Hello Adam. I want to play a game.” Your voice echoed throughout the chamber-like walls. “You’d consider yourself a photographer, wouldn’t you, Adam? I sure would.” You stepped further towards him and shoved a box of photos in his lap, the box containing pictures of yourself in excessively vulnerable situations, like finding yourself in the hallway of different hook-up apartments or in your own home, some even depicting yourself getting undressed in the shower. “You’ve spent your life following others, but you’ve chosen the wrong person to follow, Adam.” You took another step towards him, reaching your hand out and pressing it against his face, caressing the side of his cheek. “You probably thought you could live your life without consequence for your actions, but you’re wrong. Just like how one wrong move could be the end of your life, so follow my rules and play nice, sweetheart." You smiled a thin smile filled with malice and lust.

A grin so fake that it was more than believable, if a bit unsettling. You grabbed his collar and yanked him upwards, the metal biting deep into his flesh, untying his makeshift gag and throwing the fabric onto the ground. His swollen cheeks and puffy eyes only made your lust for him grow so much stronger. “What do you want from me?” His voice was hoarse but whiny and strong with misery. “What’s wrong? You wanted to see me so badly before, and now that you can, you don’t like it? You should be grateful. John wanted to leave you there to starve; Mandy wanted to put you out of your misery, but not me. I wanted to meet you face-to-face." He let out a small breath as your hands slipped over his bare shoulders, down his chest, and back to his arms, squeezing them as you reached them, his muscles flexing under your hands. “I guess you’ll finally get to see everything in live motion, and not just from one of your silly pictures.” You moved your lips closer to his ear. His breathing hitched as he looked at you with glossed-over eyes, and his pupils dilated to slits as he stared at you. “Tell me what else you think is wrong, Adam. Tell me how you feel about being here. Tell me how you really are." As you whispered in his ear, you squeezed your fingers harder onto his upper arm.

You watched him squirm and whimper. “Oh fuck, man.” His hands found their way to your hips. “What did you do with those photos of me, Adam? Did you think about me at night?” You gave him a sly smile as you toyed with the lock on his collar. “Do you want me to take off my shirt? Do you want me to lay it across the chair so you can touch me? What kind of fantasy do you have of me, baby?” You leaned forward so that your chest pressed firmly into his.

Your lower leg rested against his crotch, pressing down and giving him his strongly desired relief. “Do you want me, Adam?” Your hand brushed his hair back; it was greasy and had dried blood and sweat in between strands, but at that point in time, nothing else mattered; only he did. "Shit, you’re fucking crazy, dude.” Your face snapped at his response, changing from pleasure to anger. “I would watch your attitude if you want to get out of here alive. Remember my rules, Adam; play nicely.” You tugged on the chain binding him, drawing a few beads of blood out of his neck. “Bite me.” He spat at you, his words stinging on your lips as you captured his in an angry, heated kiss.

He sucked your tongue into his mouth while you moaned into it; your lips parted slightly as you explored your tongue with his, and your hands were wandering his body. They slid up his chest to his shoulders, then his neck, then his jawline, until they tangled in his dirty locks. He pulled you closer until you were completely wrapped around him, grinding your hips into his groin as minutes felt like hours with your lips interlocked. “Fuck, I fucking knew you were perfect, so pretty.” He cried out against your lips, his hands gripping your waist tightly and pulling your hips down against him.

You both moaned when you felt his erection rubbing against your clitoral area through your trousers and underwear, his cock hardening even more against you. Your hips slid against his jeans as you sat on the floor, tucking your knees under your thighs. Cold hands slid across his jeans, unbuckling his belt and sliding off his blue trousers, hooking his underwear, and pulling them down.

You opened your mouth slowly, sliding your bottom lip along the tip of his erect penis. Your tongue danced delicately, sucking him off gently and softly. His head hung low as he groaned against your mouth.

His arms encircled your waist, keeping you pressed into his warm, hard body. “Are you enjoying yourself, Adam?” you asked quietly, licking away the last remnants of cum. He nodded quickly, turning his face away so he didn’t have to look you in the eyes. He couldn’t hold your stare and instead opted for staring at the ceiling, his arms still tight around your waist. He shivered as you continued sucking on his cock. “Yes, yes. That feels so good.” He gasped as your lips closed around the head, taking his full shaft into your desperate throat. He buckled his knees, his hips rocking into you roughly as you swallowed him down, moaning lightly as your nails dug deeply into his skin, nearly breaking it and almost bruising them as he tried desperately not to cum too early.

He clenched his fists, digging his own nails harshly into the skin of your shoulders as he guided your head up and down his hard cock. You licked the length of the base of it until it was throbbing painfully.

You took him to the back of your throat, holding him in place as you drank him down slowly. “Oh shit…” He breathed out as his body trembled, his eyes wild, and he panicked with desire, feeling his own orgasm rising in his abdomen. You pulled his cock out of his mouth, much to his displeasure and anger.

His whimpers made your hole clench around the emptyness that you so desired to be filled. “If I unchained you right now, would you scream and run? You remember the rules, right? Let’s see if you’ll still play by them once you’ve gotten your freedom. Get on your knees.”

His face was distorted in confusion, not quite understanding what for. "Look, man, I’m not into that sort of thing." He shook his head and looked at you in fear, sitting down on the cold floor anyway. “I’m taking your collar off, not pegging you with a knife.” The keys from your pocket jingled as you unlocked them, the heavy metal contraption falling to the floor. He removed his white shirt that was covered in dried blood, his pale body glistening with sweat and grime that covered every inch of his smooth chest. You placed the collar on the table next to you as you pulled him to the chair nearby. “Are you sure that this is what you want, Adam?” Your expression showed genuine concern.

Even though it was true you had locked him up in this room and kept him as your personal hostage only to give him a sloppy head, you still had a heart, and you were determined to give it to him in its entirety. “Put that pretty pussy right on my cock, please.” You smiled at him as you pushed your black pants and panties down to the floor, straddling his muscular thighs and kissing his neck.

His body twitched as you slid down his shaft, bottoming out as your pussy stretched around his dick, gushing around his flesh. “Shit, Adam.” You sighed, loving the heat of his body in the cold room, the wet warmth against your insides, and the way your juices trickled down the shaft of his dick and dripped in soft puddles onto the floor. You began moving up and down his cock with slow, steady strokes, adjusting your puckering hole to his shaft. Your legs started shaking as he lifted himself up, thrusting into you deep, your nipples pebbling, and your core tightening as your body began to move in rhythm to his movements.

His face flushed red, his eyes became glassy, his head thrown back, and his mouth opened in pleasure. His hands gripped your waist tighter, taking full control of your body movements as they related to your wet heat. His hands ran up and down your hips, his fingers sliding up and down your waist, causing you to tighten and pull harder on his shaft. He groaned loudly, his cock hitting all of your sweet spots as he pumped into you.

You were panting, your eyes closing as you focused on the way your walls tightened around his cock. “Did you ever touch yourself with those pictures of me, Adam? Did you imagine what it would be like to fuck me?" He bit his lower lip as he began to growl against your shoulder, releasing his grip on your waist as he buried his head in the crook of your neck. “F-fuck, every night. I wanted to know what your tight pussy would feel like around my cock.” He ground against your pussyrelentlessly until your whole body started shaking. “I knew you were a disgusting little pervert." You were so close, and his confession only drew you closer.

You could feel your juices dripping into your pussy as he continued to pump into you, pushing you further and further toward your release. You arched your back, reaching your hands behind you to grab onto something to help hold on to as you came. You screamed his name as you came hard, your pussy clenching around his thick cock, still chasing his orgasm as he pound into you, overstimulating your sore nerves.

His body tensed, his muscles trembling violently as he spilled his seed inside you, filling you to the brim. His arms wrapped themselves around your back as he held you close. “That felt so good. So fucking amazing.” His voice shook as he spoke against your neck. You turned so that your faces were level, and his arms were still wrapped around you. You kissed him tenderly, your lips lingering on his, before you pulled away. “Congratulations, Adam. You’ve won your game. You have been reborn.” He smiled and wet his lips. “So was that, like, a reverse rebirth kind of thing?” Your face turned from joy to bewilderment, and it only took one sentence from an idiot. “Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

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[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.

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[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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[fantasynsuch]

"Sweet Thing" - Adam Stanheight x Fem! Reader NSFW

TW: post trap. I refuse to write anything pre-trap, as it implies he isn't alive grrrr. Maybe voyeurism??

As I stretch my full body out, I groan in relief. I've been sitting at this god-forsaken desk since 10 am, and it's 1 now. My boss decided it would be appropriate to drop a week-long project on me two days ago: it's due tomorrow. He's a dickhead, and I await the day he gets fired. Until then, I still have to complete this damn project: and it's taken away my attention from Adam.

He knows that my job sometimes takes away attention from him, and God bless him, he really does understand why. He doesn't complain when all I can give him in terms of attention is a quick kiss on the forehead and a "love you". He usually grabs my hand as I walk away and falls right back to sleep, as he tends to get home incredibly late due to his weird working hours - cheating men don't have a set schedule, he usually jokes.

Like always, this morning, I kissed him quickly and made my way to the office: since we moved, we've had enough room to have our own separate work spaces, which has been incredibly useful.

As I think about him, I notice a cough from behind me, and I turn around out of shock. He doesn't usually wake up this early. His shirt is off and his snail trail is... very tempting.

"Hey, babe! You're up early." I huff out a laugh. He grins at me from the door way and responds to me: "Well, I just couldn't fall back asleep. I have a pretty girlfriend in here who needs someone to keep her company through this shitty work- what kind of man would I be if I didn't keep you entertained with my beautiful face?" He chortles.

I giggle and motion him to sit down in the armchair at the corner of the room as I turn around in my swivel chair. I hear him shuffle his way over to the chair. He plops down and sighs dramatically.

I ignore his attempts to distract me with hesitation, but this project was incredibly important. I can't let him distract me.

"Oh, I-I just am soo bored without you. I just don't know what to do without your hands wrapped around my back while I sleep in, whatever will I do?" He pouts and crosses his arms like a diva who didn't get something she wanted.

I roll my eyes and state simply, "You will NOT sway me from the path of righteousness this time, demon!" I turn my head away from the papers and hiss at him playfully. I grip my pencil tightly and begin writing notes down so I don't forget them. He's distracted me from work projects before, but I will not allow it this time!

He exhales and then groans. I peek at him and roll my eyes. He notices my eyes and grins.

"Oh, you're ignoring me? You're childish!" He pokes his tongue out at me and looks thoughtful for a moment. He smirks evily, but I don't think much of it. He can't think of anything that interesting.

"You won't distract me this time, gremlin." I state simply.

He rolls his eyes and looks around the room in thought. I ignore him for a little while, and I hear small brushing and movements, but I don't pay mind to it. From the corner of my eye, I see his head thrown back, and when I look back at him, my eyes nearly pop out of my head when I see his head resting back on the armchair and his hand palming his crotch through his sleep pants.

"W-what are you doing?" I hiss through gritted teeth and look at his directly. He raises his head and when he sees me looking at him, he smiles in mock victory. He continues palming himself through his pants and groans lightly.

"Tha' got your attention, sweet thing?" He asks me rhetorically, but we both know the answer. Of fucking course it got my attention.

"W-well, you're stroking your cock while I'm working, so yes! It got my attention." I throw out of my mouth before I can bite my tongue.

He half smiles, as he knows he's won.

"Well, you have work to do. Don't let me distract you, sweet thing." God, that fucking nickname gets me every time. He knows it, and he's usually it to his advantage.

Fuck him. Fuck him and his pretty eyes, and his lean, pale form, and his happy trail dusting his stomach. Fuck his thick, mouthwatering cock. Fuck him and his kissable, plush lips. God. The space between my thighs feels more and more uncomfortable as the dampness increases. I try to string some words together, but he startles me by grabbing his sleep pants and pulling them down fully. There, his fully erect cock springs from his bottoms and bounces up and down before settling at attention. He's dripping from his tip. When did he have the time to get this hard?!

"I can't well go back to work now. " I argue, but he stops me quickly and states: " You definitely can, sweet thing. Ignore me." He demands, and at the sound of the nickname, my cunt pulses, and I groan. His eyes crinkle up with his smile when he listens to my reaction.

I turn back to my desk, but I stare blankly at the forms. How could I do anything productive with him stroking his cock right next to me? I peek from my peripheral and see him gripping his cock and stroking slowly. I hear him groan louder this time, as I can make out him pulling out his balls from his bottoms to sit ontop, and it takes everything within me to not tear him to shreds right there.

I grip my pen tightly, as I resist the urge to react. He reachs up to his chest and grips one of his tiny nipples, and he whimpers. He fucking whimpers. His hands carress his cock and move up and down faster.

I can't take it anymore. I turn and face him to watch as he throws his head back from the increased pressure from his hand. His eyes are closed tightly as his breath becomes more and ragged, indicating how close he truly is. I just have to do something.

I silently get up and stride over to the chair. I thank God we have carpets, as they're far quieter than the wood. His cock bobs up and down tauntingly as his balls draw tightly. His strong jawline is all I see as I get on my knees before him, but as I kneel, I feel just how wet my cunt is between my legs. I'll take care of him first, and then I'll see about myself.

As he loses himself in his own body from the mixture of pleasure from pinching his nipple and fondling his cock, I grab his wrist hard and pull it away. He looks down in shock: both from the sudden and distinct lack of pleasure, and how silent I was getting over here.

"Oh, hey sweet thing. When'd you get down there," He smiles drunkenly at me as he realizes what I'm doing.

"Shut up and cum in my mouth, please." I ask, no, beg him.

"I think I can make that happen, " He winks at me, and at this confirmation, I grab his cock with my hand and swiftly position my mouth over the tip. I lick the glob of pre-cum that had made it's way to his slit, and he stifled a sob. Once I licked it up, I lower my head down his dick and begin to bob my head fast. His head throws back again as he wails out. I hear "Please, please, please," and "Yes, yes, yes". His moans sound like an orchestra.

I continue to pleasure him, and I go to gently grab one of his balls. I begin to massage the sac, and at that, he reachs down and grips my hair. His hand rests firmly, but not painfully, on my scalp. That's one thing about him I loved. He was always careful to not hurt me. His hips begin thrusting up, but he manages to control his hips and do phantom thrusts as to not choke me. I can tell he's close. He's so close.

I look up through my lashes, and I see his head is no longer resting on the back of the chair, but looking directly down at me. When I look up at him, we make eye contact and that seems all it took to send him over the edge. His hips thrust into my mouth aimlessly as his grip on my hair tightens. His head throws back and he wails out a "Love you so fuckin' much, swee-" But he gets interrupted, as my head bobs all the way down into his wirey pubic hair, and I swallow. He shouts as his cum shoots deep into my throat. I pull up slightly as his streams of cum become progressively less forceful. I pull away when his breathe evens out, but one last string of cum shoots out and hits me on my cheek.

"W-woah." He whispers simply.

"Don't distract me, and this won't happen." I wink at him, and I go to stand up, but he quickly grabs my arms to pull me into his lap. He winces when my wet cunt brushes up against his oversensitive cock. He powers through and leans up to my ear.

"Oh, you didn't think we were done here, did you? Your dickhead boss can wait an extra day. You won't get off my lap until you've cum at least 3 times, sweet thing," He whispers evily in my ear. I shudder and flush at the nickname, but he smiles.

"God, I love you so fucking much." He declares, as he leans in to kiss me.

I wasn't able to say it back, but he definitely knows. I make sure he does.

@theteabush for you!!! <3 pls reblog if you like!!

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[wonderl3ss]

pairing: adam stanheight x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT! MINORS DNI. praise, pet names, unprotected, v sweet n vanilla tbh.

a/n: some smut as an apology for being ia for a year n a half lol. requests r open, pls read rules!! apologies if its short n a lil messy im new to writin this stuff. not proof-read

‘i miss you, can you come over?’

adams phone pinged, the message from you lighting up the screen and turning the phone on. it wasn’t unusual for you to message him at the most random times asking for him to come over, it had happened too many times to count.

being friends for so long, you knew each other inside out by this point. you claimed you were only best friends, but everyone could see that there were deeper feelings involved, yet neither of you acted on them. the fear of ruining your friendship was the only thing stopping you.

you had met him one night at a high school party after being introduced to him by a mutual friend. from that moment on there was rarely a day you two spent away from each other. you had truly just started out as good friends, it wasn’t until you both hit your 20s that you realised there was something more.

for the past year or so, you had found yourself thinking about him a lot more often, not just in a more romantic context, but sexually too.

countless nights you had stayed awake with adam being the only thing on your mind; imagining it was his fingers inside of you instead of your own. imagining his lips were travelling all over your body, leaving marks on your most sensitive spots. imagining he was yours, and you were his.

you needed him so bad, in more ways than one. you needed him to hold you, kiss you, touch you, talk to you. not as your friend, but as your lover.

adam didn’t even bother to text back, he instantly got into his car and started driving to yours. admittedly, he had been missing you too, and it wasn’t just you who held those feelings, he felt the exact same way.

he too had spent countless nights with his hand wrapped around his cock, imagining it was your hand instead of his. wishing instead of his hand, he was inside you. filling you up so good, letting you know you’re only his.

neither did he knock on your door when he reached your place; he didn’t need to. you two we’re together so often that anyone would assume you already lived together.

you greeted him by pulling him into a tight hug the second he walked through the door. it startled him ever so slightly as he wasn’t expecting it, but he melted into the hug just as quick. he thought he could sense the faint smell of alcohol on you.

“have you been drinking?” he pulled away to look you in the eyes.

“only a little. i had like, one beer,” you looked back and gestured to the empty bottle on your kitchen counter behind you. “do you want one?”

adam stepped further in, closing the door behind him before answering, “sure, why not.”

you walked over to the refrigerator and took out two beers, one for adam, and another for yourself. turning back around, you handed the bottle to him and spoke, “there’s more in there if you want another after that.”

he only nodded in response before opening the bottle and instantly taking a swig.

-

staring at eachother for no longer than 3 seconds, the alcohol in your system gave you the courage to do something you had wanted for so long. something you had spent many nights dreaming of.

grabbing ahold of both his cheeks, you pulled him closer until both your lips smashed together. the sudden movement caused adam to not kiss back for just a split second, but once he realised what was happening, he wasted no time in returning the gesture.

the feeling in your stomach was a feeling you had been long earning for; those butterflies that seemed to flutter around in your stomach every time you were with him were going crazy in this moment. it’s as if they were also waiting for this.

adams hands now rested on your waist, his touch was warm — hot, even. it made your core feel hot too, as if the butterflies were now burning and being replaced by something else. what that was, you couldn’t focus on enough to figure out. all you could focus on was adams lips on yours.

you finally pulled apart, admittedly not wanting to. adam was the first one to open his eyes, with yours following shortly after. the small smile on your face widened when you began to laugh ever so slightly from the hot feeling on your cheeks and in your stomach.

“care to explain what that was for?” he spoke, his voice sounding angelic, like something you’d never heard before — yet you had, many times. maybe it was the adrenaline and alcohol, but his voice made the heat you felt all over just that little bit hotter.

you shook your head, digging deep in your brain to find the right words. “you just looked so.. i don’t know.. enticing, i couldn’t help myself… maybe the alcohol is partially to blame.” you were completely and utterly smitten with this man.

adam just smirked before pulling you back in for another kiss. this time, he grabbed hold of your hips and pulled you onto him so you were straddling his lap. feeling the slight tent in his jeans made your core tingle.

he obviously wanted you just as bad as you wanted him.

feeling adams tongue enter your mouth, entwining with your own, you took this as a chance to grind down on his clothed cock. the small groan this elicited from him caused your core to heat up even more — if that was even possible. you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

as adam broke the kiss, you pouted slightly, already missing his lips. this pout soon disappeared as adam spoke, “are you okay with this?” he wanted to make sure this wasn’t going to be something you’d regret in the morning.

you hummed and nodded in response, you wanted to waste no time in speaking, only wanting him to kiss you again.

“i want to hear you say it,” he looked you in the eyes, his fingers playing with the hem of your t-shirt.

there was something about the way he said it that made a flip in you switch; wanting this more than ever now.

“yes, adam. please.” you didn’t mean for it to sound like you were begging, but deep down you really were. begging for him to just touch you already; begging to feel him inside you.

satisfied with your answer, he began to lift your t-shirt over your head. you lifted your arms to make it easier for him to pull it up and off. you did the same with his t-shirt too before throwing them both on the floor, not bothering to look where.

“god, you’re so beautiful.” adam breathed out, taking in every inch of your topless body. of course, he had seen you in bikinis and whatnot before, but this was different. this time it was intimate.

you subconsciously tried to wrap your arms around yourself in an attempt to cover up, feeling embarrassed at the sudden compliment. adam didn’t let you though. he gently grabbed your wrists and placed your arms down by your sides.

attempting to take the attention off yourself, you kissed him again while reaching down to undo his belt, ushering him to take his jeans off.

you lifted yourself off his lap ever so slightly to allow him room to take them off, freeing his cock from the suffocating fabric, now only hiding behind one barrier — his underwear.

he then helped you in unbuttoning and pulling off your own jeans, leaving you both in your underwear. the thin fabric was doing nothing in hiding the obvious wetness he had caused to pool in your panties.

you sat back down on his lap, the head of his cock lightly rubbing against your clit, causing your breath to hitch in your throat at the sensation that ran through you.

“adam… please, i need you,” you begged, afraid you would explode if you waited any longer. you had never needed someone as bad as you need adam right now, and honestly, it was painful.

“oh, really?” adam obliged, taking his middle finger and pressing it against your clit, teasing you just a little longer — he enjoyed hearing you beg, enjoyed knowing it was him, and only him, that was making you so so needy.

the slight, quiet moan that you let out at his touch only made him more eager. he began to make circular motions on your clit, adding a little more pressure. you let out another moan and rested your head in the space between his shoulder and neck; all the teasing and longing for this moment, had made you so incredibly sensitive.

you wanted him inside you, now. no, you needed him inside you.

you decided to take initiative by removing his finger and gesturing to his boxers, hoping he'd get the hint that you wanted him to remove them. thankfully, he understood. after he had removed his underwear, he helped you in removing your own, now leaving the both of you completely naked.

you rested your hands on his shoulders, and his on your hips as he lined himself up with your entrance, your slick and his few drops of precum mixing together.

"fuck." he groaned out as he finally pushed into you, the words were spoken so lowly you could feel the vibrations from his throat travel toward where your hands rested on his shoulders.

his fingers pressed harder into your hips as he began to take control and slowly guide you further down his cock before lifting you up once again, allowing you to adjust to his size and find a pace you were comfortable with.

"you okay?" he asked, making eye contact with you. his eyes were glossed over, lids heavy and ever so slightly closed.

"yeah," you breathed out, biting your lip.

"you're doing so good." he felt you tighten around him as these words of praise fell from his lips. he smirked to himself before pulling you into another kiss.

the room was then filled with nothing but the vulgar sounds of quiet squelching and skin slapping against skin as you bounced on his cock, both of your juices mixing together. his hands moved to cup your ass, helping to take some strain off your thighs and make it easier for you.

his lips travelled to your neck, kissing and sucking on the spot right by your jugular, marking you as his, because after this there was no way he was going to let you get away.

it was as if he knew this was a sensitive spot of yours, because the feeling of his lips and the wetness of his tongue pressing against your neck caused you to let out a whine and tighten around him once more.

once he finally felt satisfied there was going to be a mark there, he pulled away, his mouth making a pop sound and leaving a string of saliva behind.

his middle finger then returned to your clit, rubbing circles on it to push you closer to your climax, because he knew there was no way he was going to last much longer, not with the way you feel around him. so warm, so wet, so tight, you fit around him so perfectly. it was as if you had both been crafted so precisely to fit together like two puzzle pieces. you were perfect.

"adam... fuck. im so close," you managed to speak out, feeling that familiar sensation building up in your core.

"cum for me, baby. you're doing so good, c'mon." the pet name was just the cherry on top of all the praise. you sloppily kissed him as you felt the high of your orgasm wash over you.

adam wasn't far behind you, pulling out just in time to let his cum spill out onto your stomach and around his own thighs as you rested your head on his shoulder to catch your breath.

he sat you next to him before standing up and walking into your bathroom to grab a towel, and run a bath for the both of you to relax and clean yourselves off.

he returned back into the living room and you noticed he had already wiped himself off in the bathroom. he walked over to you and cleaned you up with said towel. when he was satisfied he had wiped most of it up, he kissed your forehead and dragged you into the bathroom to pop you into the tub.

he sat you in between his legs, softly kissing your neck as you closed your eyes, revelling in the warmth of the water and fondness you held toward the man behind you. you let out a sigh of contentment before speaking up, "adam?"

"yes, baby?" he replied, the petname causing you to let out a little giggle, those nervous butterflies returning once again.

"what are... we now?" you asked, turning around to face him, hoping he'd reply with what you had been waiting years to hear.

"i think we both know what we are," one more kiss to your forehead, "i ain't lettin' you go anywhere after that,"

you let out another sigh, one of relief this time, "god, i love you," you returned the kiss, on his lips this time before turning back around and laying against adam, him sliding his hands around your waist.

"i know, baby. i love you, too."

"i like when you call me that."

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[alessiathepirate]

Saw (2004)

A GOOD NIGHT'S SLEEP: Adam Faulkner Stanheight x fem!reader

Summary: Adam fell asleep in the darkroom again, and it's up to his lover to get him to bed...

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.

Honestly, I've been writing this in my head for days and then I finally had the courage to sit down and write it. Now it's finished so I'm ready to share it with you guys.

To be fair it's just my way of dealing with the ending of the movie that caused my first heartbreak in 2023. I've been living in denial ever since.

This man deserves some fluffy moments so I've written some fluffy moments...

(Also, I'm no photographer so if something isn't correctly written or described: I'm sorry.)

Warnings: swearing, just some cute, tooth rotting fluff (completely ignoring the fact that Saw is a horror movie)

•••

She hugged herself tightly against the cold air as she walked around the apartment, looking for her lover who wasn't in bed next to her when she woke up. When she found the kitchen empty, she knew she'll find him in the darkroom. It wasn't anything unusual. It happened quite often if she wanted to be honest, but just because it was frequent, it didn't mean that she has to accept it or get used to it. And not because she didn't respect him or his job, but because she liked lying next to him at night and because she wanted him to have a good night's sleep so he won't be tired the next day.

She found the right solution for that pretty soon, which she happily did whenever she had the chance to. Whenever Adam came home after work and she was already at his place, she was right next to him, following him to the darkroom he had set up and helping him develop and print the photographs. She never thought about those moments as extra work - it was never extra work. Those moments were spent together, sometimes with some joking around and laughter. There were times when she almost dropped the tongs with the fresh photos after he tickled her or when he almost pushed the trays off the desk because of the sudden hug she gave him. But then again, most nights were spent with the two of them standing close to the other while sharing the earphones, listening to some music. She thought about those times like short dates - and she really adored them.

They didn't really go smoothly at first, mostly because she didn't know a thing about what she had to do. At first she was only putting the pictures away to dry or carefully putting them in the trays so the print can flow around in the chemicals, while she made sure Adam didn't fall asleep while waiting for the pictures to develop.

Nowadays, however, she could do the whole process alone with her eyes closed. She had seen Adam do it so many times she could do it without his assistance - not like he let her. Neither of them stayed alone in the darkroom for the past few months. Today was the only exception.

She fell asleep while she was waiting for him to come home, and it seemed like he didn't have the heart to wake her up after he arrived. She found the gesture both cute and stupid - she told him many times that she enjoys developing the pictures with him and she'll gladly help anytime.

She didn't bother knocking on the door, knowing he won't answer. He'd either fallen asleep or is currently listening to music, so it's better to just go in and ask him to come to bed. Or rather drag him to bed, because she cares about his health.

Opening the door she met with the sight she was expecting to see. Adam was sitting at the desk with the trays of chemicals, in which the fresh prints were floating. His hands were on the desk and his head was resting on top of them. He was asleep; his chest was slowly raising then lowering, his breathing was slow but steady.

She didn't move for a few seconds. She was just standing in the doorway admiring him and the peace the sight held. Then she pulled her shirt's sleeves up and put the remaining prints up to dry, hoping they weren't in the chemicals for too long. After all of them were hanging from the strings, she looked around to see what Adam was working on. There were pictures of different, to her unknown men and women matching the looks of people on the photos she put away seconds ago. There were couples kissing, hugging or leaving motel rooms - nothing she hasn't seen before in the darkroom.

But then, in the corner closest to her sleeping lover were completely dry pictures of her. She smiled as she looked at them, feeling like she looked in a mirror. He developed these first, the ones he took this morning.

There was one where she was still asleep, her lips slightly apart, her hair messy. Another where she's making coffee for both of them, still in her pajamas, laughing because he insisted on taking another and then another photo.

"You'll use all of your films on me, you need those for something more important." she remembered herself saying.

"Nothing can be more important than you."

God, he could say cheesy things sometimes, but they were working regardless. She was usually smiling with a slight blush and then he was taking another photo hiding a slight blush.

He never hid the pictures about her and them. They were all around the apartment, because as he said they made the shithole of an apartment look like home. And even if he never said it, she saw the photo of herself in his wallet.

She looked at the sleeping figure and then as gently as possible she touched his shoulder.

"Darling..." she said, doing her best to wake him up without startling him. "Baby, you need to wake up, then we can go to bed and lie down."

It only took a few seconds and a few words until his eyes opened. He sat up, straightening his back, while he rubbed his eyes and forehead. His hair was messy, but it became even messier after she ran her fingers through it.

"Come to bed with me, okay?" she answered to his quiet 'what'. "You fell asleep in here again."

The only answer she's gotten was humming, but he got up and gave her a tired hug, hiding his face in her neck, taking in her whole presence.

"What time is it?" he mumbled his question and she had to really listen closely to what he was saying to understand it.

"It's past one. So let's go to sleep, yeah?"

Adam nodded as he mumbled a quiet 'yes'.

She stepped back, getting out of the hug to take a look at him and making sure he's standing steadily on his legs. His eyes were glassy and tired and she was sure they were also red, but she couldn't tell for sure in the red light.

She gently stroked his cheek and then was about to grab his hand and lead him to bed, but as he looked at her he asked:

"Is that my shirt?"

She looked down at herself, looking at the striped shirt she was wearing over her t-shirt because she was cold, then she looked back at her lover with a soft gaze.

"Yes. I might've stolen it after you left this morning."

She felt her heartbeat change at the way his expression lightened up, a small, still sleepy smile slowly forming on his face. She always found it adorable how sometimes the smallest and simplest actions or things made him smile.

A few moments later they were on their way to bed, hand in hand. And after they were both lying in bed under the covers close to the other, she ran her hand through his hair again after she left a kiss on his forehead.

"You should've woken me up. You know I like to help you in the darkroom."

"Didn't want to. You looked adorable."

She didn't know what to say to that so she remained quiet.

"I love you."

"I know, I love you too." she muttered after. Saying I love you back became a reflex to her, because she soon realized that line alone and the taking millions of photos of her thing were both part of his love language. And she found that adorable after she found out the true meaning behind them.

She pressed a kiss to his neck as one of his hands found her waist under the stolen shirt, holding her close. And when a few seconds later Adam's grip on her lost its strength, she knew he fell asleep again, comfortably and peacefully.

She just smiled as she hid her face in his chest, feeling both happy and calm, knowing he is next to her and he'll have a good night's sleep as long as she was in his arms...

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[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.

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[mrkheartffmans]

sitting here just casually thinking about reader letting adam touch her boobs. they're roomates but he walked in on her changing and it's kinda all he can think about since it happened... he's such a fucking perv. "you wanna see em up close, don't you?" you tease him. there's so much behind the poor boy's eyes. he nods and you take his hands in yours. helping his shaky palms feel you up. he's blushing, breathless, and oh so achingly hard in his jeans. chewing at the skin on his lips when he suddenly feels your nipples hardening under his grasp. OKAY I'M DONE this has been on my brain for like 4 hours... i'm 100% normal about him y'all :)

part two

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[goatcheesecak3]

Bus stop pt 2

Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x F!reader

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Includes: fluff, slight angst, brief mentions of violence

Summary: after meeting at the bus stop yesterday, you and Adam go on a day out together, but when he sees a disturbing article in a newspaper, Adam decides to come clean to you about his past.

Adam threw on the cleanest clothes he owned and sat at the edge of his bed. He pulled out his phone and reread his text exchange with the nice girl from the bus stop for the thousandth time.

Y/n: this is y/n from the bus stop :) was so lovely to meet you! You doing anything tomorrow? x

Adam: not much, I was gonna hit the record store and maybe go feed the birds in the park. Wanna join me?

Y/n: sounds great! It's sweet that you like feeding the birds, I used to do that with my parents when I was a kid

Adam: haha yeah, I love animals. More than people tbh. I always feed the stray cats in my area, they're so cute

Y/n: wow, that's so kind :) I wish there were more people like you in the world haha! What time should we meet?

Adam: haha thanks :) is 2 good with you? At the stop we got off at yesterday

Y/n: two sounds perfect, see you then!

It was 1:40, he had 20 minutes to get to the bus stop to meet with y/n. He was excited, for once in his life, mooning over her kind words and positive attitude. Adam was most definitely attracted to this girl, but he tried not to think about that, he didn't want to get too ahead of himself, he needed to actually make a friend before he started thinking about a relationship. Despite this, however, he couldn't help but feel almost giddy at the thought of her smile.

He waited patiently at the bus stop where the pair had gone their separate ways the night before, with his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels. The weather was gloomy and a chill was in the air, but it did little to bring down his mood.

After only a few minutes of waiting, y/n appeared from down the road, and she merrily made her way over to Adam. Adam watched in genuine awe at how sweet she looked, bundled up in a sweater and a tatty scarf, looking elegantly dishevelled and so incredibly cute. He felt a blush creep it's way onto his milky white face, and he prayed she couldn't read his mind and see what he'd been thinking of her- that's if his pink face didn't betray him first.

"Good afternoon! I like your jacket" y/n smiled, her face practically shining.

Adam looked down at his own attire, he wore a plain black tshirt, a pair of ill fitting worn out blue jeans and an army green jacket. His clothes were by no means weather appropriate, but hypothermia was something he was willing to risk if it meant he would look presentable.

"Heh, thanks. I've had it since I was a teenager"

Just at that moment, the bus pulled up and the pair entered and took their seats.

The windows on the bus were all fogged up, and the seats were cold to the touch. Adam let out a small shiver as he sat down, beginning to regret his decision to opt for fashion over functionality. It would appear that y/n noticed this, and without hesitation, she pulled her scarf up and wrapped it over his shoulder, so that they were both wearing it.

Adam was slightly taken aback by this small act of kindness,

"Wh- what are y-" he spluttered

"Please," y/n chuckled, "you were making me cold just looking at you."

Adam turned to look at her, a shy (and very smitten) smile on his face,

"Thanks".

The seats were small and cramped, so their knees touched, and Adam swore he could taste his own pulse when their hands brushed against eachother. Did she do that on purpose? Was that how girls flirted nowadays? No, surely he wouldn't be so lucky. When they approached their stop, Adam pressed the button to alert the driver, and began to lift the scarf off of himself so that he could stand, when y/n stopped him. She took the scarf off her own neck and adjusted it around his.

"Keep it on, I don't want you to freeze to death" she joked with a warm, nurturing glow.

Adam felt a calming, protected feeling. Y/n seemed to want to take care of him,  and he felt as though he didn't have to be stoic and brave with her. He relaxed into the warmth of the scarf, savouring her scent as the pair of them stepped off the bus.

"Just down this street," Adam directed, leading them to his favourite record shop. Y/n followed eagerly,  gripping onto Adam's sleeve to keep up with him.

"I can't wait, I used to love record shops in my home town" y/n remarked gleefully.

Adam couldn't help but let himself take a moment to fantasise about a future with y/n. He barely knew her, yes, but good god imagine if he got to know her better? He thought about long evenings spent listening to music with her, watching old movies together, holding eachother close under a blanket. He knew it was unrealistic, but can't a man dream?

They entered the record shop and began to browse.

"Wow, look at this!" Y/n gasped, "there's all the prodigy albums on vinyl!"

Adam approached to look at the rack she was observing, and to his very pleasant surprise, y/n had been browsing the alternative and punk section of the store.

"I've got most of these records at home," he said,  "if you want, you can come over and listen to them at my place"

Y/n nodded enthusiastically

"Oh I will most definitely  be taking you up on that. Don't songs just sound so much better on a record player?" She beamed.

Adam couldn't quite belive what he was hearing. A beautiful girl, with the same interests as him wanted to come to his apartment to listen to music? Surely he was dreaming, this sort of thing only happened in cheesy movies, not in real life.

Much like waking up from a dream, Adam was bitterly snapped back to reality later on in the day when the pair arrived at the park. Just at the entrance stood a little news stand, advertising the latest issue of the local paper. On the front page, in big bold letters read: "JIGSAW KILLER RETURNS, POLICE HOSTAGE"

"What the hell is the jigsaw killer?" Y/n asked, sounding rightfully horrified.

She turned to look at Adam, who's face had turned stark white. His mouth hung open and his eyes were practically bulging out of his head.

"Adam?"

Adam had already turned away and began hastily walking through the park. Y/n followed worriedly, jogging a little to catch up to him.

"Adam, what's wrong?"

Adam wanted nothing more than to tell y/n exactly what was wrong. He was sure that if anyone knew how to comfort him, it would be her, she was so lovely, of course she'd be able to. But he couldn't bring himself to tell her the truth, she was such a radiant and beautiful person, he didn't want to risk freaking her out and ruining this friendship. His racing mind was halted when y/n spoke once again.

"Come sit down, Adam. You look like you could use it" she said, sitting down on a bench and patting the spot next to her.

"You don't have to tell me what's bothering you, but you do have to tell me how I can help you" she said.

Adam couldn't believe his ears, it seemed as though y/n just knew exactly what he needed to hear in that moment. She was so kind, so attentive, so perfect. So unlike anyone else Adam had ever encountered. Her kindness struck a chord within him that he didn't know he had, and seemingly unprompted, tears began to well in his eyes.

"Oh, honey!" Y/n gasped, "Don't cry, sweetheart, come here, it's okay" she cooed, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and rubbing his arm.

"I'm sorry, I'm being stupid" Adam choked  as he cleared his throat, trying his best not to cry.

"You're not being stupid, don't say that! Just take a few deep breaths, alright?" Y/n said, still smiling, ever smiling. How did she do that?

Adam breathed slowly, attempting to steady his shaking hands. He knew he'd have to tell her about what he'd been through at some point, but he wished he could have gone just a little longer without having to. Just a little longer to be Adam, the animal loving, record playing, charmingly moody guy from the bus stop. He didn't want to have to go back to being Adam, the paid stalker, the jigsaw victim, the self defence murderer. But as they say, all good things must come to an end.

Letting out a deep breath, Adam began to speak.

"I need to tell you something, and I understand if you don't wanna be friends anymore once I've told you"

Y/n's brow furrowed, but she didn't seem afraid.

"I was um.. a victim of that jigsaw guy, the one from the newspaper"

"What?" Y/n said in disbelief.

"He kidnapped me and chained me up in this room with this doctor, said that if we wanted to escape we had to saw our own feet off. A whole bunch of other shit went down, this guy came in the room with a gun and tried to kill me and the other guy, so I had to.." he trailed off and pursed his lips, "anyways, the doctor, he sawed off his foot and got out. I was too fucking scared and I'd already been shot by that point, so I just waited for him to get help. But the asshole never came back. I was in there for a couple days until the cops found me. Doctors say that if I'd been left just a few hours longer I'd be dead now."

Adam's face was expressionless as he started straight ahead at something that wasn't there. His fingers tangled themselves around the ends of the scarf he wore in an absent minded attempt to soothe himself. He could have swore that his heart stopped, the birds ceased their calls, the wind stilled and the world stopped turning for the painstakingly long few seconds he waited for y/n's reaction. He braced himself for the goodbye.

"Wow." She said softly, "you know, I think most people would let something like that turn them into a not so good person. It speaks volumes about your character that you're still so..."

Adam turned to look at her. She was smiling.

"... great" she said.

The look on her face was one that Adam had never seen before. It wasn't one of pity, not even a hint of disgust, just pure, unadulterated kindness. Adam thought she might very have been an angel in that moment.

"So... you still want to be friends?" He asked, feeling slightly more confident.

Y/n pulled him towards her by the scarf and looked him dead in the eyes.

"Adam, I want nothing more than to be your friend"

Adam felt himself smile, only slightly in relief, mostly just in pure ecstasy. Things were finally starting to go right for him.

A/n Hello! Thank you to those who said they wanted a part 2 to this! Comment if you wanna be tagged when part 3 is up :^)

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[apprenticestanheight]

adam x fem! (if that's okay) reader smut 4&7

Praise- Adam Stanheight x fem! reader

Hi, thank you for sending this in--I'm sorry that it's taken a few days but I hope you like it and again, thank you! I think this one of (if not the) first Adam smut fics I've ever written so this was a blast to write.

You chose prompts four and seven, which are:

"Right there--so good."

AND

"You're such a slut for praise. It's cute."

Fic type- smut

Warnings- minors, this fic is for audiences of 18+ only, DO NOT INTERACT, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving)

Despite the fact that you were beneath Adam as his lips traversed your neck and his hands kept their attention on your breasts, you were still very much the one who was in control.

It had been an exhausting week for both of you--moving in together in the middle of a Jersey November was quite the task, as was getting everything sorted with the wifi, cable, power, heat--all of the bills that you needed to pay and the things that you had to pester your landlord to get turned on, and you could say that, at the very least, it was worth it.

You and Adam were in the relative dark on the bed you'd share in the primary suite of your new place, and you'd just asked him to take care of you and to take care of himself.

"Do what you want, Adam," you'd said. "Stressful week for us both, and I think we both deserve a break."

Which was how you found yourself releasing one breathless moan after the next as Adams lips and tongue traversed your neck, legs around his hips to keep him close as his hands moved deftly and expertly across your torso in ways that were going to drive you insane if you let them, which you were willing to do.

Adam brought a hand down the length of your torso, grinning against your neck when he notices the way your breath catches. His hand stops just an inch above where you need him most, and you know he's loving the control he thinks he has.

"Please," you whisper, not wanting all of the control anyway. "Adam, please."

"Anything you want," he responds, pressing a kiss to your forehead. His finger moves to your clit, rubbing slow circles as his lips move to your nipples.

Your back arches and you lean up into how good his mouth feels, moaning as one of your hands goes to his hair.

"Fuck, Adam," you moan. "Feels so good. You're so good for me."

Adam moans in response, finger roving deliciously over your clit before resuming his previous ministrations.

Adams lips trail down your torso after your nipples have hardened to a point where it looks like you've been topless in the cold, and you move your legs to allow him to do as he wants.

Eventually, he places a kiss on your inner thigh, eyes glancing up at you in the asking.

"Please," you moan. It's been too long since he's eaten you out in more than quickie-adjacent way, and you know Adam. When he has the time, he takes it. He likes to get you squirming with the anticipation, lips going everywhere but your clit or your folds, until you're so close to locking your thighs around his head and forcing his face against you.

Adams mouth closes over your clit, hands moving to bring your thighs over his shoulders, and the moan you release when such happens in combination with his fingers teasing your hole is lewd, it's loud--it's careless and might drum up a noise complaint.

"Oh, Adam," you moan. "Oh, fuck. Needed this."

Adam moans in response, tongue running over your clit as the first of his fingers slides into you.

Without meaning to, you grind your hips against his face, making him laugh.

"Didn't know you'd missed it that much," he says teasingly, gaze meeting yours for a minute.

You shrug. "You're very good with your tongue. Hands, too."

Adam moans, and you laugh a little as he goes back to it, lips on your clit and working it expertly as he fingers you at a medium pace.

Eventually, he starts curling his fingers and hitting your g-spot, gaze boring into yours as moans start befalling your lips. One of your hands finds his hair and lets his gaze remain, unrelenting, as you become an almost whining mess beneath him.

"Right there--so good," you moan, thrusting your hips down onto Adams fingers. "Fuck--Adam, you know how to fuck me just right. Need this to happen more often again, I've missed it. Need your fingers in me, your lips on my clit, need you."

Adam releases a guttural moan in response, and you realize how close to the edge he is just from getting you off.

You laugh a little, "you're such a slut for praise. It's cute."

Adam bats his eyelashes at you as he nips at your clit in a way thats pleasurable, and you moan as he brings you to your release.

As you come down from the high, Adam cleans himself up--he'd finished from getting you to the same spot--and brings out a dampened cloth, cleaning you up as he presses a kiss to your forehead and several along your jawline.

"Good?" Adam asks, throwing the damp cloth into the nearby laundry hamper.

"Amazing," you nod, pulling Adam into bed so that you can steal his warmth and bug him with how cold your feet are. He takes you into his arms and you hold each other close until you're both asleep.

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