#Adam Sackler is soft

[photosofyou]

“Just because I tasted his cum and spit or I could tell his middle name or knew a record he liked, that doesn’t mean anything, that’s not a connection. Anyone can have that. Really knowing someone is something else. It’s a completely different thing. And when it happens you won’t be able to miss it.”

[techniiciian]

does matt have an 8 pack? is he shredded?

Matt blinks in thought once, twice, trice before his brows furrow . turning slightly from view of the cloaked person, as if to keep some modesty and dignity, the blonde lifts up his shirt to double check the status of the muscles on his abdomen.

they’re soft looking but firm when he flexes, which he does several times as he counts them, wanting to make sure he has the correct number.

a small huff of laughter leaves him as he lowers his shirt and clears his throat as his ears and cheek flushing to a bashful shade of pink, “i have a six pack.” he admits with a light shrug, “and i’m not as shredded as uh, some people. but if i flex really hard i could probably be used as a washboard.”

the laughter that spills from him makes it obvious that he’s joking. but there’s slight pause afterwards as he rubs his hand over his clothed belly, his brows furrowing in thought once again. maybe he could test this theory in the refresher today. he does, after all, still have some laundry that needs to be cleaned.

[inklore]

adam sackler loves to just lay his head in ur lap (possibly burying is face in ur tummy) while u starch his head and just talk to him. hell hun now n then in response but he just loves to hear ur voice and loves it when u ramble and you’re just the best part of his day.

no because that man has the best head of hair to run your fingers through and you know it's one of his love languages ok!!

His head is on your midsection, his palms either at your hips, running along the side of your body, or it's rested below his chin, the other arm angled underneath him in a way that has him completely flat against you. As close as he can be. 

His eyes closed as your fingers run through the strands of his hair, the lull of your voice calming his mind. Making his shit day, all the background noise that has been going on in his head, drown out by the softness of your tone, by the echo of your laugh through your stomach. 

By the scrape of your nails on his scalp, by the mindless stories you tell him about your day. It eases him into something pliant, soft, and calm. He’s not used to this complete calm you give him. That he feels when you’re soothing him like this.

And when you ask him a question, he barely hears it until your fingers stop and he can no longer hear the baritone of your voice from within your diaphragm. Only then does he open his eyes and look up at you. 

His eyes droopy, the slow smile that spreads across his mouth lazy and sappier than anything you’d ever comment on because then he’d swallow it down. Make it fade into some joke or torment of his fingers at your skin, your laugh covering up the fact that he’s completely lost in you. 

But you can see it when he looks up at you. When he rests his chin against your stomach and dismisses your question with one of his own. To keep you talking about you. To keep him lost. To keep feeling that calm. To hold onto the feeling for as long as you’ll let him.

[waywardrose]

MASTERLIST

Under the cut are x-reader fics for:

Flip Zimmerman (BlacKkKlansman)

Pale (Burn This)

Ronnie Peterson (The Dead Don’t Die)

Adam Sackler (HBO’s Girls)

Jacques le Gris (The Last Duel)

Clyde Logan (Logan Lucky)

Charlie Barber (Marriage Story)

Abraham H. Parnassus (Saturday Night Live)

Kylo Ren (Star Wars)

Armitage Hux (Star Wars)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Phillip Altman (This Is Where I Leave You)

+ Miscellaneous fics (and more! 👀)

updated: September 25, 2024

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BLACKKKLANSMAN

reader x flip zimmerman

🌹 A Reintroduction

rating: teen+, 1.5k, gender-neutral!reader, flip is dishonest, but also thirsty, drug-dealing mention

Flip. Your Flip is with the cops. He has a gun and a badge and everything.

That didn’t make any sense.

🌹 Flashfic: Flip could get it ✊

🌹 Flashfic: How do you think Flip would react to his wife’s changing body during pregnancy?

🌹 Flashfic: How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

🌹 Flashfic: How do they picture their future with their s/o?

🌹 The Handler

rating: explicit, 4.4k, sexism, violence, abusive language, blood (bc of the violence), drug mention, guns mention, child sex-trafficking mention, rape threat, jealousy, fighting

You propped your cowboy boot on the table edge and took a long drink of beer. No one sitting at the  table with you paid your rudeness any mind. In fact, Johnny Claiborne  promptly placed his callused hand on your bare knee.

🌹 It’s Too Late To Turn Back Now

rating: teen, 2.1k, past physical-abuse mention, brief injury description, off-screen murder, period-typical sexism

The first time Flip saw you, you were bruised and cuffed. The scuttlebutt around the precinct was you had run over and murdered your abusive ex-boyfriend.

🌹 Queen of the Roller Derby

rating: mature, 2.3k, vague injury description, anachronistic sports teams and organizations

He couldn’t believe… Well, a lot of things. First, that he’d been invited. Second, that he was looking forward to the bout. Third, that he was anxious for your well-being.

🌹 NSFW Alphabet Series

ABC | DE | FGH | IJK | LMN | OP | QRS | TU | V | WXYZ

Bonus: My five favorite things about Flip Zimmerman

rating: explicit, 32k, stand-alone vignettes, oral sex, fluff, angst with happy ending, masturbation, daddy kink, public and semi-public sex, kind-of somnophilia, drug use, under-negotiated bondage and spanking, soft domming, ass play

Your legs went limp on Flip’s shoulders, and you felt him eased them down to the bed. He ran his big hands up your sides and then under your back as he bent forward.

🌹 Still the Same

rating: explicit, 13k, fem!reader, high-school!flip+reader, vaguely 1969 (with  inaccuracies), fingering, handjobs, pining, military draft/service (with inaccuracies), colorado setting, period-typical drug use, magical first time, angst with happy ending

He cracked the window, letting in the crisp spring air. It was too dark to see where specifically he was looking, but he had turned to face  you. One hand remained on the steering wheel, the other over the back of the seat.

He offered, “Wanna get in the back?”

“Sure,” you said, dropping your purse on the floor, and opened your door.

🌹 Three-day Weekend

rating: explicit, 3.2k, daddy kink, daddy dom, reader is not a little, off-screen negotiation, edging, oral sex, mild spanking

You  woke to a hot hand sliding across your bare middle and lips kissing your shoulder. There was the tickle of whiskers, and you turned your head towards disruption. With a sigh, you opened your eyes to watch Flip kiss your shoulder again. He looked up at you as his hand traveled under the sheet bunched below your waist.

“Mornin’, baby,” he said. His voice was sleep-rough yet tender.

🌹 Triple-Feature

rating: mature, 2.8k, old-fashioned living arrangements, making out

The Aircadia Drive-In was running a classic-horror triple-feature this Saturday night. You read in the paper they were playing The Wolf Man, Frankenstein, and Dracula. That evening, you rang Flip and asked him out on a date. You even offered to pay.

🌹 You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet

rating: mature, 2.8k, detective reader, estranged married couple, smoking, period-typical sexism, dirty talk

…you balanced your mother’s big Tupperware container filled with homemade Samoas cookies. They were Flip’s favorite, and he detested sharing them. But he would have to—because you were famous around the station for your cookies.

You hoped he only got one. It would serve him right.

🌹 You Can Leave Your Skates On

rating: explicit, 2k, almost uniform kink, roller derby mention, clothed female naked male

The sink counter was strewn with make-up and hair tools and the pair of scissors from the kitchen. Before he could ask what the hell all this was for, you kissed his cheek and closed the bathroom door behind him.

Spiritual sequel to Queen of the Roller Derby

🌹 You Light Up My Life

rating: teen, 1.4k, sneakiness, secrets, fluffy married life

The first time you knew something was up was when Flip started his car and hurried to change the radio station.

🌹 You’re the Inspiration

rating: teen, 854, past alcohol abuse, fluffy afternoon

Flip sat in his switched off car and stared at the dark house. He wanted to break something.

BURN THIS

reader x pale

🌹 In the Night We Trust | playlist on spotify

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

rating: explicit, 57k, pretty woman au, prostitute reader, 1980s/90s, drug use  mention, alcohol consumption, inherent power imbalance, soft dom, choking (not breathplay), safe sex, oral sex, semi-public sex, public dirty talk, rough sex, mild spanking, fighting, abusive language, attempted sexual assault, aftercare

“So tell me, Pale, are you in town on business or pleasure?”

“Business…” He looks at your lips. “Until now.”

THE DEAD DON’T DIE

reader x ronald peterson

🌹 A Grave New World

rating: teen+, 804, canon-typical violence, missing parents

You’d only gone on one date—a really nice date, too—with Ronnie Peterson and then the zombie apocalypse happened. Like, what the actual fuck?

GIRLS (HBO)

reader x adam sackler

🌹 Flashfic: …imagine him trying to cuddle and smooch his gf in public and she’s like “😬😬 what are you doing…? Mmm, I guess it’s not so bad”

🌹 Flashfic: please. please tell me about licking sackler’s sack. its all i can think about. my mind has been infected by thoughts of adam sacklers balls in my mouth

🌹 Improving His Taste

rating: teen+, 2.2k, post s05e10, arguments with SO, making out

You were so sick of Adam Sackler and his tempestuous girlfriends.

🌹 Let Me Explain

rating: teen+, 1.2k, light angst, happy ending

“Whoa, let me explain!” Adam implored while teetering in patent leather stilettos, a chef’s knife with slices of carrot sticking to it in his hand. He grabbed the kitchen counter with his left to steady himself.

🌹 There Is A Light (That Never Goes Out)

rating: explicit, 4.3k, canon-typical buffoonery, jealousy, brief non-con element, femdom-ish reader, oral sex

“Take off your clothes,” he murmured after kissing you. “And crawl to my bed.”

THE LAST DUEL

reader x jacques le gris

🌹 Fair Is Foul

rating: teen, 1.8k, historical inaccuracies, timeline inaccuracies, anachronisms, medieval  flirting, sad/open ending, minor spoilers(?), rape mention

The other ladies at court told you not to demean yourself by keeping company with a squire. You pointed out that said squire had Count Pierre’s favor. Said squire might even be favored above any knight.

🌹 To Honor and Innocence

rating: mature, 5.3k, fem!reader, young!jacques, historical/jousting inaccuracies, ✨the  middle ages were magic✨, catholic imagery, reader has a spring/summer birthday, just roll with me, making out, thigh riding, euphemisms galore

You needed to look away, but you couldn’t. He was striking with the sudden high color in his cheeks and glittering eyes. His smile softened around the edges, and your heart soared at the sight.

Look away, you’d told yourself. Look away before you lose yourself.

LOGAN LUCKY

reader x clyde logan

🌹 A Newer World

rating: teen, 1.3k, PTSD symptom mention

Jimmy leaned across the patio table, bottle of Coors in hand. “So, when you gonna make an honest woman outta her?”

🌹 Lucky Me Lucky You | duck tape jukebox on spotify | ambient mix by Sushii

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

Bonus: NSFW Alphabet [2.1k]

rating: explicit, 33k, counter-espionage, angst with happy ending, alcohol consumption

You’d had big plans for your future. He’d had big plans, too. During senior year, you’d overheard him talking before class about joining the Army. You had thought about him in that service uniform and how handsome he would look.

Thirteen years later, Clyde was tending bar, sans uniform and missing part of his left arm. At the same time, you were working at the data-entry/call-center down the road from the house you inherited from your late grandmother.

So much for big plans.

🌹 When I Saw You

rating: mature/explicit, 3k, hairdresser!reader, touch-starved!clyde, post movie, erotic fantasies

In his fantasies, he always has both hands.

Which he knows is ironic.

MARRIAGE STORY

reader x charlie barber

🌹 Finding Treasure in the Dark

1 | 2

rating: explicit, 18k, submissive!female-reader, dom!charlie, under-negotiated bdsm, impact play, nipple play, oral sex, anal sex, piv sex, restraints, rope bondage, edging, semi-public fingering, sex toys, handjobs, public teasing

“Yes!“ she hissed in delight. "I told Professor Barber straight out I didn’t do that crap. Or let him boss me around. That’s why I dropped him, you know. If he wants some Stepford to indulge his impulses, he should go to Fetster or whatever.”

Your eyes went wide, and you shifted in your seat, faux-yawning and stretching your arms to cover the movement. You knew Charlie Barber.

🌹 Sweet Angel

rating: explicit, 3k, fluff, dog adoption, insecure!Charlie, piv sex

Since moving to a house with a fenced yard, Henry has been focused on getting a dog. First, it was getting a puppy for Christmas. When that hadn’t panned out, a dog for his birthday. Nicole wouldn’t install a real fence at her place, but tried to distract him with a new iPad.

That worked for a month.

SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE

reader x abraham h. parnassus

🌹 Flashfic: …what would young!Abe do for his wife on [Valentine’s Day]??

🌹 Flashfic: Abe Parnassus vibes jacquesdemys.tumblr com/post/125815250515

🌹 His Girl On A Friday

rating: teen+, 1.2k, corporate espionage, seduction

You’ve been sent by your father, Henry Pickens, to spy on his rival: Abraham H. Parnassus.

🌹 Indulgences

rating: mature, 1.5k, fem!reader, vaguely 1950s, old-fashioned euphemisms, dub-con-ish at first, public fingering, mild edging

It’s official: Don Carlos is boring. Yes, it’s a fundraiser. And of course, you agreed to purchase tickets. Anything to support The Met. But this opera, while beautiful, is dull.

🌹 My Baby Just Cares for Me Series

rating: explicit, sheltered-artist reader, vaguely 1950s, no vintage racism, written with old-fashioned sensibilities and euphemisms, oral sex, alcohol consumption, semi-public sex, sex toys, vaginal fingering, first time

— Expanding One’s Horizons [5k]

“We all need to expand our horizons,” you said as you went to the dining room to turn off the lights.

“Indeed we do, my love.”

— Tension Tamer [3k]

The  mattress trembled under you. The softly lit face of your alarm clock said it was after three. You knew it must be work that had awoken him. The company was in the middle of a merger and tensions were high.

— A Treasure More Than Gold [2.2k]

You met your husband’s eyes across the dance floor of Hotel Astor’s ballroom. He’d let his five o'clock shadow develop into a short Vandyke beard in preparation for Babe Paley’s Halloween gala.

— Minx [2.7k]

Abe groaned into the coverlet as you pressed your thumbs on either side of his spine. His muscles were slowly losing their tightness. You didn’t think his desk chair at work was supporting him properly. Most likely, he never sat in it except to sign documents.

— It’s Magic [4.4k]

Don’t go to art school, they said.

— Two To Tango [7k]

You sat at the bistro table tucked in the corner of the pasticceria. Abe sat across from you, tiny plates of bite-sized cake on the table between you.

STAR WARS

general

🌹 The Skywalker Ascension

rating: teen, 4.5k, tros revision, mc death, angst, lightsaber battles, retcon timeline

“All the Sith live in me,” he vows. “You will be empress, and we will be one.”

While disgust churns her gut, she will not hate, she will not give in.

To him or to anyone.

🌹 Unsanctioned

rating: general, 371, universe jumping, pre-tfa, my poor attempt at humor

You’re taking the walk of shame to the kitchen, arms full of dirty dishes.

kylo ren x armitage hux

🌹 Bombing Out

rating: mature, 1.4k, canon compliant, cannoli kylux, gambling, strip sabacc, alcohol consumption, afterlife, mutual pining, arguing

He didn’t know why he was playing sabacc. He didn’t like card games. There was hardly any strategy. No planning. Everything was left to chance. It was messy. And the gambling. He didn’t mind risk, of course, but one had to match their opponents’ bets. Which meant the opponent had too much control.

It was idiotic.

About as idiotic as his opponent, Ben Solo—

Who had literally lost his shirt last round.

🌹 Iron Moon Series on AO3 | photoset | spotify playlist by ayudameme

rating: explicit, 36k, canon universe, xeno-vampires, canon-typical violence, the first order wins, soft kylux, but with blood, knife play, blood drinking

He wanted to taste it, lick it all up. He wanted to run his tongue along the cauterized edges of the cut on Ren’s face. He wanted to follow it down under Ren’s ruined clothing.

reader x armitage hux

🌹 Flashfic: Armitage Hux is low key hot

🌹 Flashfic: I want Hux to throat fuck me

🌹 Succor

rating: mature, 2.4k, shy princess reader, fo-leader hux, the first order won, arranged marriage, dirty talk

You felt your dinner guests’ eyes on you, their judgements. You ignored them while hiding behind the courtly rituals you’d been taught since childhood.

reader x kylo ren | ben solo

🌹 All the Time in the Galaxy

rating: teen, 1.9k, kor reader, mutual pining, first kiss

“Lady Ren, pardon the interruption—” You didn’t know what he was  interrupting. You were both standing in silence. “—The techs have noticed something strange here on Starkiller.”

🌹 Call It In the Ring Series

rating: teen-mature, college au, art-majors kylo and reader, first date, sibling fights, nude photography, assisted masturbation, phone sex, fingering

— Hotshot House Show [2.5k]

You checked the address one more time on your phone. It was right, but definitely not what you expected when Kylo offered to make you dinner.

— Worked Shoot [5k]

Photography midterms were due in two weeks, and you only had one of the four photos you needed. You silently berated yourself because you’d known this was coming. It was on the damn syllabus.

But who actually read the syllabus?

— Clean Finish [2k]

You couldn’t believe you were about to do this, you thought as you stood naked in front of the clean bathroom mirror. You didn’t know if Kylo would like it. What if he didn’t?

— Vignette [938]

Ben was all “Morning, beautiful” with a grin Flynn Rider would be proud of. He sat close to you on the sectional sofa—even though there were plenty available places to sit.

— Bonus: I want nothing more than to strip off his clothes piece by piece, kissing any and all skin bared to me.

— Dirty Pre-show [1.3k]

You’d washed at the sink in the studio, but ugh, your jeans are splattered with slip. You’re pretty sure you have some on your face, in your hair. Hell, even one of your ears feels crusty.

How the ever living fuck does it get everywhere?

🌹 Dum Dums

rating: teen, 2.3k, gender-neutral reader, suburban high-school au, fluff, mutual pining, mild angst with happy ending

“Your boyfriend’s looking this way again,” Poe sing-songed before taking a big bite of his apple.

You rolled your eyes, knowing exactly who he was talking about. “He’s not my boyfriend,” you reply as you set your bottle of water on the lunch tray.

🌹 Flashfic: Please the (fem-dom!reader) story from gc…. I NEED IT

🌹 Flashfic: FAM IM ON MY KNEES BEGGING YOU… PLEASE PLEASE WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT GIVING SMOOCHES TO FOREVER SAD BOY KYLO

🌹 Flashfic: How does Kylo spoil his lady?

🌹 Flashfic: So, what do you guys think is Kylo’s favorite way to kiss?

🌹 Hello

rating: mature(ish), 1k, modern au, dream-sharing, pining, possessiveness, nightmare elements, magic/force shenanigans

A phone rang. Burr-ring. Distant at first. Burr-ring. Clanging. Jarring. Burr-ring. It was too dark to find it. You groped around in the cool, damp blackness to find nothing. Burr-ring. You cursed just before your hand slapped against something cold and metal.

🌹 Me and The Devil Series

rating: mature-explicit, modern vampire au, dub con, death mention, blood drinking, menstruation, oral sex, biting, predator/prey

— Flashfic: …I want vampire!kylo to do *very* unspeakable things to me :)

— Flashfic: Very bored tonight and [thinking] about vamp!kylo, if you have any, what’re your favorite five about him?

— You’re My Sweetness [2.1k]

“You’re sad,” he murmured, a note of confusion in his words.

“Funerals tend to do that.”

“Let me make it better.”

— Red Wings [1.4k]

So, you laid there and bled onto an overnight pad that had to be the length of a regulation cricket bat.

— Flashfic: Do you have any thoughts on vampire Kylo sensually playing with you with his teeth?

— To Bring You My Love [9.4k]

“Biker gang? Pfft!” said your boss Vic in reply to a bar patron

The agitated patron continued, describing a group of bikers led by a dark-haired man with a scar bisecting his face.

You suppressed a shudder as you mixed a simple cocktail.

🌹 Not Like the Rest

rating: teen, 948, alcohol consumption, politics

So, Ben’s kept moving for years. He hustles. He’s on committees. He researches everyone around him. He schmoozes.

And he’s schmoozing during a dinner to honor a retiring staffer when he sees you.

🌹 On the Pulse of Mourning

rating: teen, 6.5k, ptsd, angst, disregarding an elder’s wisdom, force choking, force weirdness

He sat on the lowered ramp of his TIE and waited for the Resistance scouts to find him. He didn’t think it would take them long. He’d landed only two klicks from the base.

🌹 The Sofa King

rating: mature, 550, hs au, making out, frottage

Anonymous asked: Ben Solo is such a precious little baby I don't see him making the first move. He would be way too nervous. Like during a movie night you could literally be in his lap, rubbing his chest, purring into his ear and he would just keep his eyes locked on the screen, jaw locked, shifting uncomfortably, and he making silly comments about the movie.

reader x kylo ren x armitage hux

🌹 Precious Pet Series on AO3 | photoset | playlist on spotify

Bonus: NSFW Alphabet for Kylo and Hux [1.6k]

rating: explicit, 335k, canon universe, force-sensitive reader, departing from tfa, stockholm syndrome, force bond, everyone has issues

A hush suddenly fell over the village and you strained to hear anything. Was it over? Had the Order gotten what it wanted? You had a gnawing feeling it was only beginning.

The whoosh of energy—you couldn’t identify the noise, but you knew it wasn’t good—pierced the air. There was a collective horrified gasp and more scrabbling and then more blaster fire. Something had happened, something terrible. Someone’s death had triggered it all. Suddenly, there were screams and controlled violent blasters, and you covered your mouth to muffle your sob. The village was dead. Everyone you knew was dead. Lor San Tekka was gone. You felt it like a punch to the chest.

STAR WARS/DREDD

armitage hux x clan techie

🌹 Little Blue

rating: mature, 1.3k, incest, abuse mention, jealousy, crushes

“I see you’ve been slumming it with the radar techs again,” Armie said from his perch on Techie’s bed.

Techie gnawed on his lip, stepping through the doorway of his berth, and let the door slide shut behind him. He knew it would be stupid to deny it. He was wearing the tech jumpsuit after all.

STRANGER THINGS

reader x eddie munson

🌹 Sidetracked

rating: teen, 900, mechanic!eddie, gender-neutral!reader, domestic fluff, slice of life

Maybe something last-minute happened. Like an emergency tow. Or a quick flat-tire fix. Or a gaggle of geese had waddled into one of the bays — again.

🌹 Through A Glass Darkly | playlist on spotify | masterlist

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28

rating: explicit, 163k, canon universe, fem/witchy/goth!reader, magic, slow burn, friends to lovers, series-typical horror, period-typical sexism and homophobia, historical inaccuracies and anachronisms, drug dealing and use, smoking, alcohol use, masturbation, mutual masturbation, fantasizing, one-bed trope, making out, fingering, dirty talk, chasing, oral sex, handjobs, condoms, piv sex, mild spanking, reader’s father is a dirtbag, magical violation, mental torture, body horror, aftercare, nightmares, strict parenting, panic attack, past child abuse and abandonment, semi-public sex, breaking up, angst with happy ending, running away, guns, fighting, everyone survives, suicidal ideation

Eddie would have to wait until his lunch break to see this new, hot, weird chick. He wondered which flavor of weird she was. Art weird? Theater weird? Band weird?

Weird weird?

He shrugged. He liked weird.

In other words, you’re the new girl in town, and Eddie is intrigued.

THIS IS WHERE I LEAVE YOU

reader x phillip altman

🌹 Risking Thorns

rating: explicit, 12k, post-movie, ice skating, nice suburban upbringing, slut shaming, almost enemies-to-lovers, prickly reader, phillip gets a short leash, bastardization of a jewish holiday, fingering, semi-public sex, phone sex, spanking threat

Once she pulled out of the parking lot, you asked, “So, where are we going?”

“Altman’s? I thought you got your skates sharpened there, too?”

Mental alarms went off as you shook your head. You knew the Altmans…

THE WITCHER

yennefer x geralt

🌹 Nailed Into Place

rating: explicit, 14k, modern new orleans au, inspired by s01e03 “betrayer moon”, mishmash of nola folklore, i’ve altered the striga curse (pray i don’t alter it further), references to s01e05 “bottled appetites”, timeline what timeline, alcohol consumption, incest mention, pedophilia mention, injuries, blood, ableist language, a sprinkling of geralt/jaskier

Geralt Rivia is the only witcher in New Orleans. He’s typically hard to find until Jaskier decides to announce on Instagram where he’ll be performing via selfies with Geralt in the background. Baron Ostrit, an associate of mob-connected Foltest Temeria, shows up to hire Geralt to rescue his daughter from slavers. Another princess to save. Geralt finds himself in a tangle lies, from the Marigny to the Garden District—and consulting with a mage he hasn’t seen in years…

MISCELLANEOUS

🌹 Character Soundtrack

Songs and playlists for characters I (and others) associate with them. Feel free to message me with ideas!

🌹 BlacKkKlansman Supercut

Flip Zimmerman scenes only.

🌹 Logan Lucky Supercut

Clyde Logan scenes only.

🌹 Burn This - Audio

Bootleg audio recording of the play.

[cosmic-ships]

.: A Stolen Moment :.

Ship: My favourite bad habit; (Sackler x Kaden)

Word: 950 (smol)

Notes: Takes place just before they decide to become an actual couple (for the first time)

cw: yeah they're gross (adorable) cuddling

Adam's voice cut through the quiet room, a hint of playfulness lacing his words as he eyed the quartet of plush companions occupying Kaden's bed. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" he mused aloud, a smirk playing on his lips as he approached the bed.

With a gentle nudge, he sent the stuffed animals tumbling onto the floor, clearing a space for himself. He stretched out on the bed with an exaggerated sigh of contentment. "Seems like you've got some pretty stiff competition here, Kaden." he teased, patting the empty space beside him.

Kaden watched with a mix of surprise and amusement as their bed was commandeered by this unexpected intruder. They couldn't help but chuckle at Adam's audacity. "Stiff competition? I think you mean soft and cuddly competition~" Kaden retorted, a light blush colouring their cheeks as they glanced at the displaced toys. "they keep me company when I feel like cuddling.."

Adam laughed, the sound warm and inviting. "Come on, princess. I promise I'm much better at keeping you warm." His tone shifted, becoming softer, more coaxing. "Besides, don't you want someone who can actually hug you back?" He grinned, his hand coming up to motion them over with his finger in a come-hither motion.

Kaden hesitated for a moment, their gaze lingering on the fallen stuffed animals before meeting Adam's earnest eyes. The offer was tempting; the idea of being held tightly, sharing body heat, and feeling the rise and fall of another person's chest was too appealing to pass up. With a small, resigned sigh that masked their excitement, Kaden relented, crawling across the bed to nestle into the crook of Adam's arm.

As Kaden settled against him, Adam wrapped his arms around them, pulling Kaden close in a protective embrace. "There, isn't this better?" he murmured, his breath tickling Kaden's ear.

Kaden nodded, their face buried in the fabric of Adam's shirt, inhaling the comforting scent that clung to it. "Yea--" they admitted quietly, a contented sigh escaping their lips as they snuggled deeper into him.

The room fell silent once more, save for the occasional shift and the soft whisper of shared breaths. Adam could feel Kaden's body relax bit by bit, tension melting away under his touch. It was a powerful feeling, knowing he could provide such solace simply by being present.

Kaden, for their part, reveled in the safety of Adam's arms. There was something undeniably reassuring about the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a comforting reminder that they were not alone. As they lay there, Kaden found themselves entranced by the sensation of Adam's fingers tracing idle patterns on their arm—a simple gesture, yet one that spoke volumes.

"You know," Adam began, his voice a low rumble beneath Kaden's cheek, "I kind of like this...."

"Cuddling?" Kaden asked, a smile tugging at the corners of their mouth.

"Mmhmm," Adam confirmed, tightening his hold slightly. "Especially with you. It's… peaceful."

Kaden felt a flush of warmth spread through them at his words, a sense of belonging that they hadn't realized they'd been craving. "I like it too," they confessed, turning their head just enough to press a shy kiss to Adam's collarbone.

For a while, they remained in comfortable silence, each lost in their own thoughts but very much aware of the other. It was a moment of perfect harmony, a stolen interlude where nothing else mattered except the two of them, entwined on the bed.

Eventually, Adam broke the silence, his voice tinged with a hint of reluctance. "We should probably get up soon…"

Kaden sighed softly, not wanting to break the spell of their intimate cocoon. "Do we have to?" they mumbled, their grip on Adam unconsciously tightening.

Adam chuckled, the vibrations resonating through Kaden's body. "Unfortunately, yes. But that doesn't mean we can't do this again," he assured, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Kaden's head.

Reluctantly, Kaden released their hold and propped themselves up on one elbow, looking down at Adam with a mixture of gratitude and longing. "Promise?" they asked, their voice barely above a whisper.

Adam met Kaden's gaze, his expression sincere. "Promise," he echoed, reaching up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind Kaden's ear. "Whenever you need someone to keep you warm, I'm here."

With a final, lingering hug, they untangled themselves from each other and sat up, the absence of each other's body heat immediately noticeable. As they both rose from the bed, Kaden bent down to scoop up their displaced stuffed animals, a small smile playing on their lips as they imagined future cuddles with Adam.

Adam watched Kaden with a fond smile, his heart swelling with an emotion he was only beginning to understand. He liked this—the intimacy, the connection, the way Kaden looked at him like he was the answer to all their problems. It was addictive, this feeling of being needed, of being wanted for more than just a fleeting moment.

Kaden turned back to Adam, their eyes sparkling with a newfound confidence. "Next time, maybe we can build a fort," they suggested, a playful challenge in their voice.

Adam's eyebrows shot up in mock surprise. "A fort, huh? Well, challenge accepted. But be warned, I take my fort-building very seriously." he teased.

They both laughed, the sound mingling with the residual warmth that still hung in the air between them.

That was one of the things that Kaden liked about Adam the most, he was always willing to play along with them whenever they got the serious case of 'the sillies'

As they parted ways that day, each carried the memory of their shared cuddle, they knew without a doubt that this was only the beginning of many such moments and in those quiet, tender instances, they found a sanctuary from the world—a place where they could be vulnerable, silly, and most importantly, utterly themselves.

Tagging: @ama-ships || @heatobrienswife || @deathnot-e || @kylilah ||

@mahitosoulmate || @mauls-waifu || @faerie-circle-ships

[juniperwoodwell]

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

The cliche:

Forever and always

Adam Sackler x F! Reader

•Word count:2k

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

•Extra: Prompt will be bolded blue.

•Prompt(s) ADCU Prompt list

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You think?"

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

"Ah,"

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

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

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

"...I thought you'd"

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

"We should get married."

 "What?"

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

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

"Yeah."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It will be worth it."

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

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

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

[myinconnelly1]

Nameless Need Part 4- Date

Masterlist

W/c: 961

Summary: Selena 'Lena' Allen convinces her neighbor, Adam, to pretend to be her boyfriend so that a Stalker will leave her alone. Things get a little out of hand after that.

Warnings: Injury, taking out your own stiches - Really bad idea btw; cuteness, slow burn, horniness

“Adam, it’s Lena,”  She called as she knocked on his apartment door.  “answer the door Sackler, I know you haven’t changed the bandage since the last time I was here.”

“It’s not a good time,” Adam called back suspiciously.  “I’m busy, ow, fuck.”

“Oh no, tell me you are not pulling those stiches out yourself,”  Lena shoved the door.  “Adam let me in.”  The door opened with a squeak.  “What the fuck?” She asked as she looked at him sitting in just his jeans on his couch with a box cutter.

“They itch, Doc said they could come out this week.”  He shrugged without looking up at her.

“You’re a fucking idiot.  He said you could go see him this week and get them taken out.  You are not a health care professional.”  Adam opened his mouth to speak but Lena held a finger up at him and gave him a stern look.  “And don’t say you play one on TV!”

“I wasn’t I swear.  But you know, you’re a health care professional.”  He said with cute puppy dog eyes as he held out the box cutter.  Lena huffed out a tired laugh as she rubbed her hand down her face.

“You know it’s a good thing you’re cute, Sackler.  Come on, I can’t do anything without the right tools, and light.”  She agreed begrudgingly.  It would only be worse if she left him alone.

“So, you think I’m cute, kid?”  Adam smirked at her as he stood up.  Lena felt her stomach lurch forward as his jeans fell dangerously low on his hips and it took everything within her not to lick her lips.

“Whatever,” Lena said in her most sarcastic tone.  She led him across the hall to her apartment and let them both in.  She grabbed a first aid kit and brought a light source to her counter.

“You’re kinda good at this,”  Adam said as she started to clean the area and started to cut out the stiches.

“You better be buying me dinner.  I also get paid for my work.  And this is over-time, so it better be something tasty.”  She said focusing on her work.  Adam used his other hand and brushed her bangs from her face so she could see better.

He would be lying to himself if he said that was the reason.  He had been thinking of an excuse for two weeks now for a reason to touch her.  Her hair looked so soft, and he wanted to feel it as he curled his fingers in it.  But they weren’t there yet. Hell, they were only friends, even what he was doing now was pushing the line.

“Pizza?  I know a good place that’s not far from here.”  He offered.  “Ow!”

“Sorry,”  Lena said softly looking up at him.  God, he wanted her to look up at him like that with his cock in her mouth.  He couldn’t let on that the reason he needed the stiches out was because he couldn’t jerk off because of them.  He was so horny that an old lady had called him a nice boy and he had almost fucking whimpered in the supermarket.

He needed to get laid, and while that had never been a problem for him before, it felt wrong.  He didn’t want to dwell on the fact that it had started when he met Lena. And he often told himself that it was because he didn’t want word of his escapades to reach her coworker.  But even that was not completely true.

“All done,”  Lena wiped sweat off her forehead then went and cleaned herself up.  “Are you going to go to dinner without a shirt on?”  She asked, checking him out jokingly.

“How about you change into something nice but comfortable and we can get pizza and some fresh air.  I’m going crazy cooped up in that apartment anyway.  Wear good shoes,”  He said before rushing to her door to get a shirt on.

Lena went to her closet and started going through it to figure out what she was going to wear.   It took her three searches through her closet before she settled on jeans and a cute top that Amber had suggested she get.

“You clean up nice, kid,”  Adam said to cover for the fact that he almost had the air stolen from his lungs at the sight of her.

“Not bad yourself, Sackler.”  She grinned prettily as they walked downstairs.  They enjoyed their pizza, nice conversations, silly teasing, and general innuendo helped pass their time.  He took her for a walk through a garden, looking for any excuse to touch her.  He even grabbed her hand to pull her away from oncoming traffic.  Lena gave him a look after a poorly covered attempt to put his arm around her waist, and Adam thought she might have been on to his game, but she simply teased him about being a handsy neighbor and they finished their night very late.

It was almost 3 am when Adam walked Lena up to her apartment door.

“I had a really nice time tonight,”  Lena said, albeit a little sleepy.  “Thanks for being a good friend and taking me out.”

“Thanks for being a good neighbor and helping me with my arm,”  Adam grinned.  “Go to bed sleepy head.”

Lena got up on her tip toes and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks for being there, when I needed you too,”  She said as she held his shoulder to keep from falling.

Adam couldn’t help himself.  He’d been too pent up, or it had been her sweet smile.  Whatever the excuse was he couldn’t help himself.

He reached out with his hand to cup her cheek and kissed her.

[weareallstoriesintheend]

hi first of all i love your adcu work and second i would like to request the boys with a partner that is either on a a lot of med like i am just a comfort write if you would be comfortable doing that kind of work or if not i would like to see if you have not done any already the type of aftercare each boy would do for the reader

Hiiiiiiiiiii thank you for your ask and thank you for liking my work, it means so much!💕

I am 100% comfortable with that type of work. I've gone with my instincts - in terms of vibe, the few boys I've chosen but also meaning behind 'meds' - but if it isn't what you were hoping for or I'm WAY off please do leave me another message and I'm happy to amend ❤

Warnings: Discussions of doctors, health, mental health and medication.

Charlie Barber

“I know it’s hard,” Charlie said softly, his large hand rubbing circles between your shoulder blades as he watched you pick up your third little bottle of rattling pills.

You huffed, “Actually, no you don’t. Your body works perfectly fine.”

Charlie smiled knowingly, pressing a kiss into your hair, “Now, my age would beg to differ but I appreciate you thinking so.”

You picked up a fourth and final bottle of medication and shook one into your palm to join the myriad of others; all sorts of shapes, sizes and colours all creating a pretty mosaic that made your tongue taste bitter.

Slamming it down you huffed once more, “Your body is perfect and you know it.”

You tipped the handful of meds into your mouth, chugged back a gulp of water and tipped your head back, allowing them to begrudgingly slip down your throat.

“And so is yours!” he protested, an indignant tone taking over his voice. Charlie spun you to face, careful not to startle you too much that you spill the water in your glass.

He paused for a moment, making sure you’d seen the steadfast expression on his face, “So is yours…” he repeated slowly, “These meds just help it to function better, and you deserve that. You and your beautiful self, mind body and soul, deserve to be able to live.”

You chewed at your bottom lip harshly, trying to distract your brain from the tears pooling in your eyes. “I thought you were supposed to be the director, not the dramatic actor,” you mumbled, teasingly.

Charlie shrugged, “I dabble,” he teased back.

Adam Sackler

His demanding cough was enough for you to realise what he was hinting at; Adam stood over you at the table after he’d picked up the empty breakfast plates and put them on the side in the kitchen.

He’d returned with your bottle of medication and put it in front of you. Expressionless you looked up at him as he loomed over you, “I don’t need them.”

“Bullshit kid.”

“Okay, I do but I don’t WANT to need them. I’m fine without them… sometimes.” The tone of Adams voice brought an embarrassed pink tinge to your cheeks, “So, the month you spent not taking them, and collapsed on my living room floor just… doesn’t count?”

You rolled your eyes, knowing you were talking utter nonsense and that he was completely right. You tipped two pills int your palm, tossed them into your mouth and swallowed. Adam handed you a small yellow glass for you to sip some water. When you took it you glanced a look up to his face, he smiled ever so slightly but his eyebrows were still pulled down with worry.

Then, following the same routine you did every morning, you stuck out your tongues in time with each other. You following the movements of his tongue like a mimic so he could check the meds were gone.

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, but right now he didn’t trust you. And that was ok, sometimes not trusting someone to be on their own for a little while is how you care for them best.

Sackler had moved into your apartment, he’d said it was just for a few weeks to keep an eye on you so you weren’t by yourself. But at this point you thought he’d never leave, but the soft smile you gave him back meant you leaned more towards wanting him to stay.

It felt nice having someone here.

Picking up prescriptions was easier when someone was poking you in the back to get you through the door, taking medication every morning was easier when someone cooked you breakfast to go with it and the lower moments were easier when there was a more rational brain around to argue with yours.

He sat down in the chair next to you, eyes not leaving your face, “I got you kid.”

Paterson

Paterson’s smile was enough to make this moment even more joyous than it already felt.

“It’s been 3 months,” you said, grinning up at him, “3 months on these things and I’m feeling… better.”

You turned your grin down to the three orange bottles of pills you’d gathered up into your hands. You both sat together at the dining table, finishing up a dinner that Paterson had lovingly cooked when he got home from work.

It was honestly a moment you never saw coming, your doctor had taken you through so many trail/error phases that you thought ‘better’ was a pipedream. You weren’t fixed but damn it you were finally getting better!

 “A long time coming,” Paterson said quietly, a man of few words but each one meant something. He made sure of it.

Reaching across the table he patted your hand before linking his fingers with yours, “You stuck with it, even when it was hard…”

“And it was a hard a lot!” You interrupted with a soft chuckle.

Paterson nodded knowingly, his smile still stretched up his cheeks, “But you did it, you persevered and you did it. I know it’s not what you wanted but this feels like… a future.”

It was your turn to nod, blinking out tears that dripped down your cheeks, “It’s not…” you hesitated with a heavy sigh, “I know this doesn’t fix anything, I know I’m still… sick… but I feel like I can live now. I can actually live! So yeah… a future. Our future.”

Paterson lowered his head with a low laugh, “Oh my love, it’s yours. I’m just happy to be along for the journey.”

[jynzandtonic]

12 Days of Fluffmas — Day 5: Playing in the Snow

Adam Sackler x Reader

Three and a half feet in two days and the flakes just keep falling. This freak storm has already dumped a record amount of snowfall on New York City and it doesn’t show signs of stopping anytime soon. Most offices and businesses are closed and weather advisories recommend staying inside while the city works to clear the streets. Adam’s Broadway rehearsals have been canceled and you’re doing whatever work you can remotely for the time being, so you’ve spent the majority of the last 48 hours hunkered down in your apartment in various stages of nudity taking intermittent breaks from rolling around together to heat up soup and make hot tea, content to stay exactly where you are. But day 3 of the snowpocalypse has left you with a shortage of your favorite snacks and hot cocoa mix, so you and Adam have decided to brave the blizzard for a quick trip to the bodega around the corner. 

You’re both bundled up like marshmallows with puffy coats, soft scarves, warm gloves, and sturdy boots when you step onto the Brooklyn streets, marveling at all the buried cars and piles of snow formed from attempts to plow the roads. The two of you make it a few paces down the sidewalk when Adam says he forgot to lock the main door and asks you to wait for him while he checks it. You stick your hands in your pockets and look up at the snow-dusted trees while he runs back, then… SPLAT. A snowball explodes on the back of your head and you turn to see Sackler wearing a mischievous grin.

“Bullseye!” he shouts, bending over to gather more snow in his hands.

This? This means war. 

You duck behind a parked car and start forming your own arsenal of projectiles.

A second snowball skitters across the top of the car and you take the moment to lean around the side and fire one back at Adam. It hits him on the top of his shoulder, sending loose snow splattering on the side of his neck.

“Eat shit, Sackler!” you yell, ducking to take cover again. You hear him cackle before he lobs another snowball high over the roof of the car. It hits the trunk and explodes, showering you with frozen crystals. 

Oh, he’s dead.

You sprint down the sidewalk, dodging another one of his throws, until you reach his position near the entryway of your apartment and tackle him into the snowbank.

You’re both laughing and shrieking as you try to shove a handful of snow up his jacket and he unsuccessfully attempts to defend himself. His cheeks and ears are flushed bright pink and you’re both breathing hard when your lips finally meet, kissing his plush, full mouth.

“Alright, alright, you win,” he says, raising his hands. “You win!”

“Well, about getting groceries…” you start. “How about we warm up in the shower first?”

[multiversxwhore]

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Pairing: Adam Sackler x black!oc

Word count: 1k

Chapter 3

Angelica ran around her apartment in a rush getting ready for her day; she didn’t necessarily have to wake up at 6am, but she planned on stopping by Starbucks before making her way to White Rabbit Publications. The only publication in the state of New York that would take her on as a new writer, so the last thing she wanted was to be late.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Her heart pounding with vigor, she pushed herself this morning, determined to get a large steaming caramel latte. Sure she had a coffee maker in her apartment, but it wouldn’t be the same as having an “experienced” hand make it for you.

Her Uber had just pulled to the curb at the same time she came through the door. She was instantly met with the fresh scent of apple pie, a bit odd for summer time, but it was pleasant enough to not complain about it. The drive from there went by in a blur, and before she knew it, she’s in front of Starbucks. The line is long, the baristas behind the counter are moving at an appreciative pace to make sure everyone is getting serviced as fast as possible.

Angelica is going over her introduction in her head when an all too familiar voice stopped her in her tracks. She clutched the leather strap of her messenger bag; her laptop, and the thick manuscript of her book feeling like bricks suddenly.

“We’ve gotta stop meeting like this.” A deep voice murmured close to her ear, her breath caught in the back of her throat, she was so sure they’d never see each other again.

Slowly she turned to look over her shoulder, there he stood, a child-like grin stretched across his lips. He really wasn’t expecting to see Angelica either, but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t make him excited in any kind of way.

“Adam, what are you doing here?” She asked dumbfounded, she wanted to kick herself, Adam what are you doing here at this major chain coffee shop that literally everyone knows about! She said mockingly to herself, inwardly cringing, she wished she could just be swallowed by the ground.

“Oh so you remember my name this time. Say it again just so I can hear it.” He teased, he watched the way she pressed her lips together to keep from smiling. Before pulling back from her, he caught a whiff of the perfume that clung to her skin. She smelled delicious, like a soft, warm cinnamon roll.

“Ha ha, very funny.” She looked down at her watch, she tapped the screen to check the time. God what do I even say to him? He has a girlfriend…I think, ugh it doesn’t matter, we do not need a fuck boy right now Angelica. She thought to herself, the last “boyfriend” she had put her out of commission for the past four years. Even though all her ex boyfriends were trash, Gabriel was the worst. Abusive in every sense of the word, and he’d done enough to make Angelica feel like she’ll never want a long term relationship ever again.

“Soo, can I take you out?” Adam drawled out, his hands buried deep in his pockets. He was terrible at being formal, actually he hated it, but he felt like that’s the kind of woman Angelica is. He could only assume, considering they just met, but he can tell a hoe from a house wife when he sees one. She doesn’t act like any of the thirsty women he usually has one night stands with; that night at the bar, before they had sex in the bathroom, she seemed a lot more reserved. More so uptight compared to her friends, I’m sure she has her reasons. Adam thought to himself, the layers beneath her surface made him more curious.

“No.” She instantly shot him down, her heart was pounding, and Angelica is grateful to be the third person in line now. The faster she can get her order, the faster she could leave.

“Wow, just like that?” Adam was stuck, he wasn’t used to women saying no to him so easily. This only intrigued him further, it was the simple thought that Angelica wouldn’t bore him easily.

“Yuuup.” She sighed, can’t lie though, I do miss the attention, the chase. A chill ran down her spine, she really wanted to turn back, and see if he was watching her as intently as she felt like he was. Don’t do it Angelica. She tried to stop herself, but it was too late. Her head was already turning, as she looked over her shoulder to peek at him, Adam was indeed staring her down. His hazel-brown eyes shone with titillation, a playful smirk stretched onto his lips.

“Why are you staring at me?” A hint of a smirk on her glossed lips, Adam leaned down, he noticed how she didn’t shy away from the distance, and took that as her feeling comfortable with him.

“You're just so cute, and little. Like a fairy.” Adam cooed at her; if she was like any other girl he’s encountered before, she would have asked to hook up again, or decide to ignore him all together. Not her though, no Angelica was playing her own game, something that only benefited her. He was okay with that.

“Ugh what do you want?” Angelica breathed heavily, feign agitation in her voice, she liked this playful energy between them. It made her feel light, and refreshed.

Adam inhaled deeply, as he pondered on his words for a moment, he tried to convey himself in a way that wouldn’t creep Angelica out.

“Full transparency…women like that kind of thing right? Men being honest.” Neither of them said anything, she was now the second person in line, and soon enough she would be gone. Soon this opportunity would be gone.

“Okay listen, I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s fucking annoying, and it makes me feel insane. Every time I hear anything remotely close to Doja Cat, I see you in my head.” Adam pushed out in an irritated tone, he folded his arms across his broad chest. He’s slightly bent at the waist to hear anything she may have to say.

“Doja Cat?” She quipped, she couldn’t imagine where he got that song choice from. While that is one of her favorite artists, she never felt like Doja Cat matched her personality much.

“Yea…that’s what was playing when I bumped into you that night, it’s like you own the fucking song now.” Rolling his eyes, he ran hand through his raven hair, he let out a frustrated breath.

“Wait, which song was it?” Angelica tried her best to recall that night, but the only thing that would come to mind is her and Adam wrapped around each other in that bathroom. Quickly she snapped out of those spiraling thoughts, the person in front of her was finally finished with their order. The Barista walked away from the register, he threw a hasty “one moment” in her direction.

“Better than me…how ironic.” Adam replied flatly, he took a step closer to her, but not invading her personal space. Adam only ever advanced if she was okay with it. If she didn’t want him any closer, she’d say so, or step away to make more space.

“You remembered that?” Angelica had turned to him, her head tilted back so that she could look into his eyes. Under his intense gaze she felt like she was under a microscope the way her eyes scanned her face.

“I couldn’t forget it…did that change your mind about going out with me?” He asked hopefully, his eye brows raised, and his lips pulled back into a tight lipped grin.

“Still no.” She said melodically, this second encounter was more fun than she thought it would be.

“Why not!” Adam clearly forgot they were in a public establishment, he had the kind of volume you’d expect from a man his size. People stopped and stared at the two, their gaze lingering trying to figure out if this man was harassing the young woman or not.

“Because you have a girlfriend.” She tried to suppress the giggle that threatened to slip past her pouty lips, his sudden outburst of frustration was comedical to her. He’s cute when he’s mad, like a grumpy cat.

“Ugh! Stop it okay, don’t be that girl.” Adam shook his head, he groaned, but he wasn’t actually angry. He liked how she wasn’t trying to read between the lines of his words, and conjure an insult that isn’t there. He liked that she knew at this moment it was okay to not take yourself seriously. He bet Angelica would argue that she has a ton of insecurities, but looking at her now, you’d think she had all the confidence of a professional supermodel.

“But I am that girl.” She cracked a smile at him, she didn’t mean to make light of his situation, it wasn’t on purpose. It was a reflexive habit, to laugh, to make jokes when feeling awkward or at a loss for words. It was her way of putting a pause in the current situation.

“Hanna and I had broken up already. She followed me to the bar that night…I think she was trying to fix it. It wasn’t working, and when things didn't go her way she threw a hissy fit.” He explained, his eyebrows creasing, he could feel his blood pressure rising at the thought of Hanna.

Angelica paused for a moment, replaying his words over and over in her head. She was waiting for that feeling to come, that gut feeling telling her that ‘you’ve heard these words from a man that’s already hurt you before.’ Holding her breath, she just waited for it because she was so sure Adam was full of shit. When nothing happened, all she was left with was honesty, she realized she’s been burned too many times to be able to tell what’s real anymore.

“Hmm that's unfortunate, for her.” Angelica didn’t have to be mean about it, but she remembered the way Hanna allowed her friend to be so nasty to her. If it’s one thing about Angelica, she doesn’t forgive easily.

“In my opinion, you’d love a date with me, I’m quite fun if I say so myself.” He quipped arrogantly, he was interested to see if any of his usual lines would work on her.

“Well your opinion is wrong.” She sassed, Adam scoffed in response, but despite the fact he thought he played it cool, he really wanted her to say yes.

She paused for a long while, she took her time ordering at the register, this really only took a moment, but to him it felt like hours. Only after she was handed her coffee, and receipt did she finally turn to address him. The look on his face was priceless, his rosy lips pressed together, and his dark eyebrows slightly creased.

“We can…hang out, as friends.” Angelica offered, she figured if she set her expectations low, she could have all the fun, without the heartbreak.

A shit eating grin found its way back onto his face, she hated that she liked it. “Don’t be late, okay? I’m free Saturday, it’s the only day I’m free, will that be a problem?” Actually that was a lie, beside writing, Angelica usually leisures all day.

“Absolutely not, I’ll see you next Saturday at 7:30.” He watched as she walked past him, she flipped her over her shoulder. The scent of vanilla, and cocoa butter wafted through the air, Adam inhaled deeply allowing the smell to over take him.

“If you’re not going to order you could at least move.” A snobbish woman spoke up from behind him; Adam, still in a haze from his encounter with Angelica, barely noticed the woman.

Adam sighed as he returned to his table, “That tiny woman has too much power.”

[simp-4-kylo]

16 from the fluff list with Adam Snaaackler pls? ❤️

I will always be here

16. “Do you need more blankets?”

Warnings/tags: Adam Sackler being a soft boi,mentions of a break up, adult language, sexual references,sad thoughts, uhh can’t think of anything else

Wordcount: 1,681

A/N: If you are someone who struggles with mental health or don’t always feel 100% don’t hesitate to reach out to someone, you are LOVED!  I have a lot of requests to get to and I promise you I am working on them! But I really do love all the requests so feel free to request more and I will eventually get to them!  It just means you should turn on my notifications or just check back! Man I really love Sackler and I wish I could just hug the shit out of him. Hope you enjoy it!

You couldn’t stop thinking about him, the way he would hold your hand, how he would pick you up and you would laugh and say “no! I’m too heavy for you.” You messed with the feeling of being loved and taken care of, and you always thought he would be the one you married. You never wanted kids, but being around him changed that feeling and made you start to dream about having a family with him. All of that came crashing down when you were out walking and saw him with another girl and how he held her hand the way he held yours. You told yourself that it was just his sister, but then right as he went in for a kiss on the lips, it was then that you remembered he was an only child.

“Hey kid! I’m home from auditions, you know it went really well and I think they were really into me and-” a deep booming voice was cut off as he realized he was talking to himself. “Uhh hello? Anyone here?” Adam said as he walked around the small studio apartment he shared with you. He looked in your bedroom, no sign of you. He moved to look in the bathroom and it was perfectly clean, except for all of Adam’s things. He then looked in his room, and was just as messy as he left it. Which was very odd, you sometimes would come in and pick things up and put them on his bed. 

He started to worry as to where you were, he tried to think of where you might be. You had told him earlier that you would be out by the time he got home later that night, but his audition had ended way earlier than expected. He huffed and walked over to the fridge to grab the carton of milk, once he grabbed the milk he made his way over to the couch. He was confused as to why all the blankets that were in the apartment were lumped together in one giant mass on the sofa, maybe you needed to wash them and that's why they were sitting there. 

You heard Adam when he walked through the door, you just had no energy to remove all the blankets and let him know that you were laying there with a tear stained face and wallowing in self pity. You heard the fridge open and then close, maybe he just got something to drink and then was going to head out again. You were mistaken when you felt a large mass come crashing down on your feet at the end of the sofa. “Ow, Adam that fuckin hurt.” You huffed as you sat up and removed the blankets so at least he could see your face. 

“What the hell kid?! You were under all these blankets? I thought you were going to be out. Why aren’t you out with -” Adam was cut off by your sniffing and eyes starting to water. He hadn’t meant to upset you, he didn’t know what he did wrong. You didn’t even want to hear his name, every time you would start to think about him you would get sad again. You would start thinking about all the insecurities about yourself that he always made go away, now there was no one to make them go away. 

A few tears started to fall on the blankets and you looked down, trying not to make eye contact with Adam. You didn’t want him to see you cry, and especially over some guy. “Hey hey, I didn’t mean to upset you. I just thought you would be out today. You said that you and -” He was cut off once again as you let out a sob. Your face remained looking down as you started to shake, wrapping your arms around yourself as you cried. Adam’s heart broke in two seeing you so sad, he wanted to scoop you up and hold you in his lap forever. Running his fingers through your hair as your chests touched, with thighs on either side of him, and your head resting on his shoulder. His mind started to drift off to other places, more intimate places. He knew that this moment was not the right time to think about him fucking you. 

“I’m sorry A-adam. It’s just- he, he cheated on me with someone else. I thought he really l-loved me.” You said in between sobs as you tried to catch your breath. You sniffled as you wiped your sleeve across your nose, you knew you didn’t look cute in this moment, but Adam thought otherwise. You were always cute in his eyes, no matter the time of day. He even told you that you didn’t need makeup, which would cause your face to get all pink and warm. Gosh he just loved everything about you, until you said you had a boyfriend. 

Adam was ripped from his thoughts when he heard soft whimpering coming from the blankets, he reached over to peel back the mass of blankets to see you curled up with closed eyes, whimpering due to the fact you were trying to stop crying. He couldn’t take it anymore, he hated seeing you so broken like this. He was going to find that asshole and make him understand what he did to his most favorite person. 

“Hey sweetness, come here. Shh, it’s alright. Just take some deep breaths for me, ok? You don’t need to think about him anymore, just close your eyes. You’re here with me.” Adam said as he reached over to scoop you up and place you on his lap, just like he always wanted. Adam moved his left arm to wrap around your lower back and pull you closer, and his right hand went to scratch behind your neck, slowly relaxing you and calming your breathing. Adam was on cloud nine right now, but he knew he had to be there for you. This was just a friend comforting another friend, except you both wished it was more. 

You relaxed into Adam’s embrace, enjoying the feeling of someone else comforting you. You wrapped your arms around him and rested your head on his shoulder. You could feel yourself starting to be more relaxed. The feeling of Adam’s strong hands rubbing against your neck and soothing you, was something you had only dreamed of. Feeling bad about crying on Adam you leaned back and sniffled saying “I’m sorry Adam. It’s just- I thought he loved me. I guess I was wrong, I’m sorry I cried all over your shoulder, I promise I’ll make it up to you.” 

Adam was in awe of how soft your eyes looked, they were slightly sparkling in the light. He had now moved both his hands down to your lower back to support you, he wanted to remain here forever. He smiled at you and pulled you in for a hug. You were quite shocked at him pulling you in for a hug, he was never one with emotions. Honestly, him trying to comfort you meant the world. 

“I know this probably isn’t the best time to say this but honestly fuck it. I really like you, like a lot. You mean so much to me and when I found out you were dating that asshole, fuck I was so mad I like jerked off so many times to thinking about you.” He was cut off by you letting out a chuckle and playfully punching his arm, “Adam! Eww” He frowned and leaned his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry, it’s true though. I just want nothing more than to be with you. Yeah roommates are great, but I want to be the one to make you smile everyday. I want to come home to you and watch movies with you. I wanna eat with you… and eat you.” Adam said as he smiled. 

“To be honest, I’ve always liked you. I guess a part of me just never wanted to admit it since I was with that asshole. I just never thought you’d ever like someone like me. I also didn’t want to ruin the roommate vibe, I knew if I did something and you didn’t like it, you would move out. You’re amazing Adam, and I really like you too. I’m glad that-” Adam cut you off as he leaned in to kiss you. Usually he was rough and dominant, and wanted to take control. Except for right now he slowly kissed you with as much passion as he could, feeling you kiss him back was one of the most amazing feelings ever. 

You felt Adam smile into the kiss as his hands slid down to your ass and gave it a playful squeeze. You yelped leading to Adam sticking his tongue in your mouth, getting a little too carried away. You pulled away and blushed, leaning into Adam to give him a hug. “Can we watch a movie, and I dunno. Possibly cuddle?” your voice was muffled by Adam’s shoulder. “Of course sweetness, let me make some snacks. Do you need anything? Any water? Let’s get some water into you, you need to drink. I’ll make some pizzas and even though it isn’t healthy and it’s all greasy, I’ll share a pizza just for you. Want some socks? It’s cold in here.” Adam said as he got up from the couch to walk towards the freezer and pull out a frozen pizza. You giggled at Adam wanting to do all these different things for you, it was a sudden change in his attitude. 

“No Adam, just bring the water and some snacks. I just want to cuddle. Please.” You said as you held your arms out to him. “Shit kid, you know it’s hard to say no to you. Fine I’m coming, but one more thing.” He said as he made his way over to you. “Do you need more blankets?” He said with a smug grin, seeing as you took all the blankets in the apartment. 

[cosmic-ships]

Motivated~

ships: Adam Sackler x Kaden Reese Words: 520 (v. small, I needed a pick me no pun intended! ehehe) cw: non-detailed suggestive joke.

Summary: Kaden is proud and so is Sackler!

Notes: Not a part of the chronological storyline~ an in between the fics type of drabble so read away! <3

A thin sheen of sweat crossed their forehead, the stray strands of their bangs stuck to their face as their chest heaved heavily up and down, uneven and trembling, their calves and thighs burning as they wobbled into the apartment. They plopped down onto the couch, their breath loud and heavy as their eyes closed, focused on steadying their breath.

Their relaxation on the couch, however, was cut short when Adam waltzed in and with ease swooped Kaden up into his arms, causing them to let out a loud breathless yelp to which Adam only responded with a cheeky grin and soft chuckle.

"Put me down!!" Kaden protested "I'm all sticky and sweaty and gross!!"

"I like you sticky and sweaty though~" Adam grinned with a wink.

Kaden's expression went flat as they dead stared at him, playfully slapping his shoulder. "You're disgusting-" They finally broke into a small giggle.

"How many today?" He hummed, setting Kaden back down onto their feet.

"six and a half" Kaden smiled triumphantly.

Every morning Kaden decides to skip out on the elevator ride and take the trek up the starwell. Kaden decided a few weeks ago that every morning they would walk up nine flights of stairs. The first day was horrible, Kaden couldn't even get up three without having to keel over and rapidly catch their breath, every day they got a little better and better and now they could walk up six and a half stairs before needing to stop and catch their breath. Kaden's legs always burned afterwards but it was a good thing, or at least that's what Kaden thinks, feeling the burn!

"Great job babe! you'll have all nine concurred in no time at all~!" Adam smiled, leaning down to press a soft peck to their lips.

That was one thing Kaden absolutely adored about Sackler, no matter what Kaden decided to do he was always supportive of whatever they did. Kaden has been wanting to find ways to work out that wouldn't make them feel self-conscious, gyms were out of the question, the whole culture with gyms was very off-putting, not to mention the cost was always high, there were plenty of ways for Kaden to get their heart rate up without having to feel like they were standing under a microscope and Adam was all for it! Yeah- he did crack a few suggestive jokes here and there about fun ways to get the heart rate up…

"No, I need to show-AHH" Kaden hollered as Adam once again effortlessly picked up Kaden, swooping them up from the back of their knee. "Adam Sackler you put me down right now!!!!" Kaden squirmed, the tone in their voice authoritative but also had a hint of playfulness in it but he kept his grip firm.

"What!? I'm heeelllpiiiing~" He grinned. "Don't your legs hurt and feel like jelly? I'll take you to the shower. I need to shower too!"

"It's literally 3 feet away from us-"

"Well it's 3 fewer feet you have to walk~ Just accept your fate, I'm carrying you, babe."

Kaden let out a sigh of defeat. Despite their protests, they did like all the attention and praise they received after each little workout they did in the morning. They were actually thankful to Adam. He inspired them and motivated them, not that they would say it out loud- wouldn't want his head inflating too much~

smol fic but still tagging. because I needed a feel good type of fic kdjflsgjl

@ama-ships || @heatobrienswife || @kylars-princess || @mahitosoulmate || @dragonsmooch

|| @deathnot-e

I hate tumblrs dumb 5 tag limit before needing to break it apart! >: c

[callmehopeless]

Found out my husband was having an emotional affair with my close friend. Could really use some Kylo, Sackler, or Flip lovins. Wish one of them would wrap their big arms around me and hold me close😔

My darling! This fucking sucks. What a prick. I’ll karate chop him in the head

Have some Softler (Soft Sackler) 4 ur viewing pleasure

Don’t let the bastard get you down

He likes running in the rain,

And fresh oranges in the shower,

And you.

He likes you more than he’s liked anything else in the world.

It’s stupid - the way he falls head over heels for you every damned time you walk into a room. Like a light flicking on in a dark place; tastes of strawberries on your lips when he pulls you in close, finding your mouth and sweeping his tongue to feel you in him.

New York is a world of contrasts, when he reads to you aloud from yellowing scripts in his crummy apartment. Flowing dresses in white and fingers that crush the paper too hard: he puts on the voice, peppers it with richness when his feet move across the floor. Boots on the floorboards; sometimes, you’ll laugh in this way that reaches right up through his spine.

There are places of him - places he’s not sure he’s known before - that crack and fracture at your bare skin on his. The way the light just breathes through his hair in the night sky, when you snore softly on his bare chest, and there’s nothing - no space in this world - that could tear him from you, now.

Somehow, there is a part of you, here.

Imprinted on the city and lost in his lungs, in the way he breathes you in and out. Kaleidescopes, and memories of stealing sugar from your cheeks, and the way your fingers reach up to pry leaves from the trees in the Fall.

And maybe this will be forever. Maybe it’ll be just for now.

And maybe it doesn’t matter, as long as he likes you.

Likes you more than anything else,

In all the world.

[driverdelight]

You should have one // Yeah, maybe I will.

HBO Girls

[let-love-run-red]

Dad bod Sackler???

Is cordially invited to: fuck me up

[jynzandtonic]

[big fucking hug]

You know Sackler makes phallic comments as SOON as you put that popsicle into your hand. Like instantaneously.

INSTANTANEOUSLY. And you know what? I’m gonna suck that fucking popsicle like a pornstar just to set him off. 👅

Big hugs to you, sweet friend!