#Adam sackler imagine

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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.

[thetorturerwrites]

Lylas

Summ: Adam Sackler was never one for beating around the bush, but this level of blunt was beyond comprehension - even for him.

Notes: Purely self-indulgent filth. There will probably be other parts to this because I cannot get it out of my head, but I have no set time frame for it. Also, I do not apologize for the extraneous world-building in my smut. That's just how I roll... (Also also, some of this might be in response to the fact that not everything has to be squirting...)

~

“You should let me fuck you.”

The cavalier way he said such a bizarre thing made you short circuit. Astonished, you stopped mid-shoelace-tie and stared up at him. Adam Sackler was never one for beating around the bush, but this level of blunt was beyond comprehension - even for him.

“What?! Why?”

He grinned down at you because, with you right there on the ottoman, you sat eye level with his dick. With that cheshire grin turned on you, you unexpectedly forgot how to breathe. You’d never looked at Adam that way before, but with one question, he upended your world view. Adam was lethally beautiful, and he knew it. Shaggy black hair swept back and forth over his dark eyes to match his moods - off to the right for mischievous, low over the brow for brooding. It was easy to admit he was a looker, but you’d never considered him to be anything beyond that. A big, glaring red flag permanently hung over his head since the day he walked into your house. Now, though…

He certainly watched, and enjoyed, the struggle going on in your mind and not-so-casually slid both hands smoothly, purposefully into the pockets of those well-worn, low slung, faded blue jeans and leaned his hips forward at you. Of course you looked. Who wouldn’t? Catching yourself, you forced your eyes up to his green t-shirt, but that wasn’t much help because it fit him offensively well. Painted on would be an understatement. Adam was all wide shoulders and shelf-like pecs, and suddenly, you understood his sex appeal. Forcing your face into a placid mask, you waved him off and bent to finish tying your damn shoe. Time to get the fuck out of this room.

You forgot, however, that you’d asked him a question.

“One, you bring home shitty dudes. Two, I don’t want to date. After that last bullshit…”

The last bullshit being the most recent round of Hannah and Jessa, both idiot girls who ran roughshod over Adam and his tender heart. On more than one occasion, you’d seen fit to murder one right after the other, but nobody could tell Adam anything. He was a right pain in the ass and a whole pervert, but he was also kind and doting, a thing those two heifers took advantage of too often. He was also stubborn to a fault, and when he believed a thing, or when he wanted something, he would pursue it 100%. He’d believed in them, but even he had to admit they were trash in the end.

“... this would be the perfect solution.” You realized he’d not stopped talking while you took that mental break, and you struggled to focus. “One stop shop.”

Shoe finally situated, you stood, pretending not to be acutely aware of the way he watched you smooth the wrinkles from your plum blouse and rub the wrinkles out of the thighs of your pants. Masquerading as confident, you jabbed at the air between you.

“First? Rude.” Although, internally you admitted you brought home shitty dudes. They never seemed shitty until they walked out the door, leaving you unsatisfied and annoyed. All dudes were shitty, though, weren’t they? There was no earthly reason to believe Adam was any better despite how much he believed himself superior.

“Second? Jim and Carly would shit kittens.”

Jim and Carly were your parents - his mom and your dad, specifically. They met in Tahoe on a Friday and were married by the following Sunday. Secretly, you believed Carly was in it for the money because Jim was - no two ways about it - loaded, but she genuinely seemed to love your dad. After all the heartache he’d endured, you found you couldn’t begrudge him that happiness, even if it made your teeth itch. In a blur, the Sacklers moved into Jim’s mansion on the hill, filling it with more noise than either of you could remember. With internships, college, and the damn economy, it made sense for everyone to live at home; so, you all had to learn to live together.

Well, sort of. Jim and Carly never stayed home long enough to get used to anybody, really. Jetsetters, they called themselves, which left the rest of the household free rein.

At the mention of your part-time parents, Adam took a step forward, brow piqued, lips pursed.

“You in the habit of sharing all the naughty details about your love life with dear old daddy, baby sister?”

He only called you that when he wanted to rile you up or when he wanted something - both true in this case.

“Me?” You laughed, a full-on, hold your belly laugh. “Ha! You’re not exactly shy about the vast number of “dirty sluts” (you even treated him to finger quotes) you’ve found in the area, Sackler. You don’t need to tell us anything about your love life, you shit, because everybody already knows!”

Wiping delighted tears from your eyes, you shook your head. It really was too absurd.

“No, this is… too weird, and not for nothing, it's kind of creepy. I promise you’ll find shiny new sluts to fuck just around the corner at what’s-her-face’s block party. But please, wait five minutes so I can vacate the premises before you do whatever it is you do.”

~

Adam loved it when you laughed. He spent an inordinate amount of time trying to make you laugh because your eyes sparkled in such a pretty way, and your face softened all over. To put it plainly, you lit up from the inside. After Hannah’s crazy and Jessa’s perpetual moodiness, he simply enjoyed watching you laugh because it was easy to get you to do it. Easygoing and whip smart, he found he enjoyed the mental sparring with you because you could keep up, and you weren’t so fucking dramatic. 

That started everything.

Soon enough, he couldn’t get you - or your laugh - out of his head. Finding out about all the other faces and noises you made infected his brain. Now, when you laughed, his eyes trailed away from your face to the rest of your body because he wanted to see the effect of that laugh all over you. The bob of your breasts when he got you particularly good, the way you often held your waist and huffed at him, drawing attention to your generous hips - the details of you affected him far more than they should have and made him want to affect you just as much. 

If he was completely honest, he didn’t give a single shit if Jim or Carly ever found out. He was pretty sure he still wouldn’t give a shit if your relationship was by blood rather than marriage. He was going to fuck you. It was only a matter of time.

“Those are good reasons, baby sister, but that’s not a no…”

~

The problem was that Adam was right.

“Hey, uh..” The shitty dude you’d escorted to your front door turned at the threshold, beet red and stammering. “I’ll call you, yeah?”

You didn’t even remember his name.

“Sure. Yeah. Whenever?”

Probably more abruptly than you should have, you shut the door in his face and then let your forehead fall against it with a loud thud. You threw your fists in the air, irritated and crabby. Meeting him was nice. The party was pleasant; the wine flowed freely. His kisses tasted like candy, and the way he nibbled your neck was delightful.

After the banter, the ride home, and the bourbon, however, Rick… Robin?... Roger? Yes, Roger was all talk and no substance. His bed-game was decidedly lacking. All he’d accomplished was a nice warm-up, whiskey dick, and no grand finale for you. 

“It's. -thunk- Not. -thunk- That. -thunk- Hard!”

“Whatcha’up to, kid?”

You shrieked, jumped a foot off the floor, and spun with fists raised to knock the threat out, in theory at least.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Sackler. You scared the shit out of me.”

Rubbing at your sternum to calm the racing of your heart, you slumped back against the door. You concentrated so hard on regulating your breathing that you didn’t hear him shuffle closer. Nor did you notice him leaning over you, his thick left arm braced on the door above your head, until his crooked index finger lifted your chin. Only then did the alarm bells ring because damn that was a sexy move. And Christ on a cracker he smelled good - salt from the ocean blended with caramel spice. It made your mouth water. 

“Feel like now’s the time for I told you so,” he quipped, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Tell you what…” The arm that was overhead slithered over your torso, settling a good bit of his weight across your shoulders. “I’ll do this, and you can tell people I forced you.”

He winked, and a second later, his warm hand slid into your DIY sleep shorts. You’d worn the ugly cut-off sweatpants pair to dissuade your date from lingering. Now, you wished you’d found an actual pair of pants because the shorts only gave away how traitorous your cunt was. Skillfully, Adam’s middle finger found the groove between your tacky labia, using the residual (barely) slickness from your failed attempt at sexy times with… Rufus? Ryan? Regardless of his name, his touches were clumsy compared to this. Adam kept an even pace and the exact right amount of pressure, sliding in the perfect way to coerce more wetness from your entrance and carry it back to your swollen clit.

You croaked, straight up sounded like you swallowed a frog because as his fingers defiled you south of the border, his stare wrecked you up north. His beautiful brown eyes were whiskey warm tonight, softened at the edges but intently focused upon you. You could get drunk on those kinds of eyes. If he gazed at all his conquests like this - as though nothing else mattered - you understood the pull. It moved, his stare, from your eyes to your mouth and back. You nearly begged him to kiss you but this was already so strange, so taboo. 

And yet… and yet…

~

He’d never been so fucking pleased to be right in his life.

All he had to do was get you there, and he’d win the argument. Roman, a guy he met on the track, was manufactured to be an idiot and would never figure out how to fuck right, even if his life hung in the balance. How he'd managed to even meet you was beyond understanding. 

Adam, however, had been fucking since he was 14, and he’d long since learned all the magic buttons. It was the one good thing to have come from his years struggling with sobriety. Replacing alcohol with sex taught him a lifetime’s worth of skills. Skills he now used to pull another squeak from your pouty mouth. Each time the pad of his finger caught your hood, the reluctant peep you made shot straight to his dick. He wasn’t sure if he would manage to not fuck you tonight, but he reminded himself that he had to play the long game.

For a solid 30 seconds, he rubbed only at your clit, back and forth, back and forth. He set a very specific rhythm that had you twisting beneath him deliciously. Your yelping grew louder and louder until one in particular cracked, and that was his cue.

“Hold my shoulder.” He nudged your nose with his to get your attention and nodded when both of your hands came up to rest on his chest and biceps. “That’s it.”

He couldn’t help himself from licking at the way your mouth popped open when he slid his fingers inside of you. The way the corners turned up was too tantalizing to ignore.

~

Mother Mary of God… He was inside you. Granted, it was only his fingers, but they belonged to your step-brother. Your face burned, but the hundred objections your brain conjured died at the back of your tongue because fuck, they were good. Two fingers, middle and ring, had you whining like a schoolgirl as he carefully, deliberately explored you. He wasn’t awkward about it like every other dude who’d been in your pants. He didn’t stab at your cunt as though he’d miraculously grown a jackhammer for a hand.

Nope. He took his time, slow and steady. He noted the angles and ridges that made you moan. And when he found that perfect spot, the spot that made you curse far louder than you intended, he stayed right there. There was no in and out anymore, no poking or prodding. Once he found it, his touch shifted from up/down and in/out to side to side. You came unfuckingglued. All ten fingers dug into hard flesh. You all but leapt into his arms as he rubbed at your tight bundle of electric nerves from the inside. And the more you responded, the faster he went.

“There’s nobody here, kid. Let’s hear it.”

You couldn’t have swallowed the cries for every dollar your dad invested in this huge-ass house. Your hips bucked against Adam’s expert manhandling, chasing that elusive sort of orgasm you can only get from someone else. Closer and closer it crept. Tighter and tighter you wound. From you knew not where, you found your voice, though it was scratchy and broken.

“D-don’t stop un-until I sh-sh-shake.”

His dark brow lifted, but he didn’t argue. It was a thing hardly anybody knew (because hardly anybody could fucking deliver), but a great orgasm, a really fantastic one, made you shake. Not tremble. Not wiggle. A full-body, clack your teeth kind of shake. On another day, you’d have been embarrassed to tell him that, but you watched determination change his face from amused and entertained to keenly interested. His efforts inside your cunt multiplied until you went rigid. He wanted to see it, clearly, but more than that, you wanted it, salivated for it. Right here on the cusp, you didn’t care that it would happen at his hands.

With your head tipped back, eyes screwed shut, and mouth agape, that hot-wet bud of ecstasy finally bloomed, and you wailed. It was electric, shooting sparks into your fingertips, but somehow, in the very middle of it, both of your hands wrapped around his wrist on the off chance he’d stop right at the best part, which they all did, but Adam only chuckled and carried right on fucking you stupid with nothing but two fingers.

Vulgar sounds squelched out around his fingers to accompany the vulgar things he whispered in your ear. Dirty girl with your pants around your ankles. Are you always this easy? Who’s the best big brother ever? Your pussy gushed; your ears rang. You rode his fingers like a champion, reveling in the quake and the rag-doll rattling of your insides.

The whole thing was indecent, fit for film, really.

~

Don’t fuck this up. Don’t fuck this up. You cannot fuck her tonight. Do not fuck this up.

Long game. Long game. Long game.

You fell back against the door, wincing when he extricated his fingers. He wanted to wrap himself around you and keep pushing, but he held back. This was a delicate operation, and straying too much to either side would fuck it all up. You’d either blow up at him and feel like he actually assaulted you, or you’d never speak to him again. Neither was a winning scenario. Tamping down his near-manic need to taste you, he gently traced your lips with his gummy fingers until you opened your eyes.

“That was some show, kid.”

Confusion crinkled the corners of your eyes, and he nuzzled your chin, matching the fire in your cheek with his own. He understood. His proposal wasn’t normal, and how much you’d obviously enjoyed it probably had you all up in your feelings. Hovering his mouth above yours, so close he could feel your breath, he fought himself over whether you needed to be kissed.

But when you lifted ever so slightly onto your toes, seeking it out, he clenched his jaw hard and fought the urge to fuck you right here on the floor. Somehow, he kept his shit together, and he thought certainly he deserved a goddamn medal for valor. He pushed away and veered you towards the stairs.

“Time to go, little sister. It’s past your bedtime.”

~

For a week, Adam cornered you at least once a day to stuff your pussy full of his thick fingers and make you beg. After that first time, he knew exactly how to play you, and he delighted in drawing it out until you pleaded for him to make you cum. You’d mistakenly said his name during your second encounter, and now, he wouldn’t come anywhere near the things that made you shake without hearing it.

You never considered yourself the begging type, but it turns out that when someone knows precisely the way to touch you and the exact right way to make you scream as you climax, begging becomes much more palatable. It also turns out that whether Jim and Carly were home didn’t make a single bit of difference because when Adam texted you his offer from across the kitchen table, you ran after him like the house was on fire.

That’s how you wound up here, sitting on the edge of Adam’s desk, naked as the day you were born, legs spread obscenely wide and panties crammed in your mouth to keep you muffled if not quiet. With one hand deftly driving into your messy cunt and one wrapped around your hip to coax it into a rocking motion, he all but pulverized your sanity. Up was down, left was right, and “brother” was just another fucking word. As you inched higher and higher up climax mountain, you rationalized you weren’t really doing anything wrong. He’d never fucked you in any other way than this. He wasn’t a real brother, either. There was nothing wrong with a little fun, right? Sure, it was strange, but when he… fuck when he hit that spot right… right there… your brain went…

“You should let me fuck you,” he murmured against your throat, a throwback to what started all this.

It crackled in your prefrontal cortex, and you pushed at his bare chest, babbling incoherently because part of you thought it was the worst idea ever, and part of you thought it would be the best fucking thing in the history of ever. They argued with each other behind your eyes. That was too far. Wasn’t it? But it would feel so good. You couldn’t, possibly. Right? Sure, you could. Twice on Sunday, even. Surely, he had plenty of other options. Didn’t he? Who fucking cares?

“Just a little, kid. I’ve made it good for you, yeah? Just the tip.”

Your thoughts on the matter were irrelevant, it seemed, because the clink of his buckle launched you into a panic. You tried to escape his grip by leaning back, but he clenched his arm around your back, making escape impossible. Struggling to keep calm, you realized it felt ridiculous and performative to panic because you splayed across his desk like you were posing for his calendar. You gawked at him, eyes shining with something you couldn’t quite pin down because processing that your step-brother was about to put any part of his dick inside you was overwhelming. This was too much, too forbidden.

“Now, don’t look at me like that.” He rubbed soothing circles into your ribcage and stepped in. You felt the weight of a cock you’d never seen laying against your swollen pussy, eliciting a low groan. “Only for a minute. Stay right there; don’t move.”

And then, there it was. The round head of Adam’s cock slowly breached your body’s sticky barrier and scrambled your senses. Tears formed. Your chest heaved - because you wanted him to ravage you, to fuck you dumb and blind, but you just couldn’t. Right?

Maybe your inner monologue wasn’t so silent. Or maybe he read your mind. Something changed, though, from “just the tip” to an iron grip and his right hand over your gagged mouth as he snapped his hips and slid all the way home.

~

Adam expected you to shout, to have an outright tantrum and draw far too much attention to the situation. Instead, you shuddered against him the way you did when you came all over his fingers - not as hard but definitely unmistakable.

“That’s it. S’good cock, isn’t it? Told you you’d like it.”

Testing the waters, he withdrew about halfway and slowly pushed in again, absolutely loving the way you moaned in response. He’d nearly cum in his pants when you let him shove your panties into your mouth, and whenever he looked at you still gritting your teeth into them, his dick throbbed. With no firm objection, he unwound from his caging stance and took proper hold of your perfect, meaty ass. He scooted you closer to the edge of his desk, damn near falling off, so he could get his demanding dick inside you from tip to root right fucking now.

~

Adam’s cock was fat. There was no other way to describe it. He filled you up so completely you couldn’t even blink. The slide of his girth against your insides was dizzyingly good, and all you could do was cling to his shoulders.

And when he started talking? That dirty way with that sexy-ass voice?

It fucked you all the way up.

The things he said to you, too, differed from the things you’d heard him say to his hook-ups. They were filthy sluts, not even worthy to come over in the daylight, just a hole for him to get off to. You were his dirty little sister, though, weren’t you? Too cock-drunk to even say no to big brother. You loved his fat cock, didn’t you? You’d let him fuck you whenever he wanted, wouldn’t you?

You were positively, expertly, no two ways about it done for.

Like a dick-addled fool, you nodded along with all of it. You’d say whatever he wanted as long as he kept packing more and more of his missile cock into your aching cunt. Maybe that’s what you wanted - to be reduced to an object, a fuckdoll sister he’d turn inside out at his whim with no recourse to say no. When that idea took hold, you vibrated against him. You generally didn’t orgasm from penetration alone, but by sheer size, Adam rubbed at every single one of your spongy triggers with each stroke. Coupled with the downright pornographic thoughts in your fucked-out head, you whined like a petulant child, overcome by the effort it took to keep quiet, to keep yourself coherent.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

Your eyes flew open, tracking the voice to its owner, who leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over a very familiar broad chest. You burned from ears to toes, knowing this looked exactly like what it was, and there was no pretending it was anything else. Even worse, your deviant fantasy abruptly shifted to include these extra details - wind-faded jeans, threadbare gray cotton shirt bleached by the sun, and a brush of red across a nose and cheekbones matching those you'd looked up at for days. He was a carbon copy of the man currently demolishing your boundaries by burying himself to the hilt in your body.

Ben, Adam’s twin, the wayward son, had finally home from his camping trip to the desert.

~

Adam nestled his face in your neck to hide his smugness. He knew his brother would be home today, and he timed everything around the fact Ben said he’d be here early afternoon. Edging you was a cake-walk. He’d been practicing all week, and when he saw the text asking if he needed anything from their favorite pizza place, he knew how much time he had to get you right and ready so Ben would find you well and truly empty-headed and sexed out. 

Ben wasn’t sold on having you. He half liked the idea, but he thought it was more trouble than it would be worth. More than once, though, Adam caught him lazily stroking himself while watching you run down the beach or sunbathe by the pool. It would only take a nudge to get his brother fully invested. Adam played the moment, and specifically you, perfectly, and holy shit if this wasn’t one for the books. You and your round eyes, searching for an explanation that would make sense of why he was balls deep in your tight cunt on a Saturday afternoon.

“Someone’s been a bad girl,” he said to his brother, licking a stripe across your thundering pulse. “What do you think, bad girl, wanna show Ben how you shake?”

~

You sobbed. There was nothing for it because Adam’s cock never stopped. His brother’s presence in the room didn’t faze him one bit, and it took a full minute for you to realize it was some of that twin bullshit you were always on them about. Of course they’d seen each other fucking. They probably fucked lots of people together. You bristled with humiliation because it was obvious Adam set this up, but your pussy, smart bitch, clutched at his every thrust, considerably more so when he asked you such a depraved thing.

Meeker than you intended, you nodded because yes, you did, in fact, want to show Ben how you came. 

Adam shifted his weight, pulling out of your sloppy cunt for only the time it took to put your feet on the floor and turn you to face Ben. He hummed as he grabbed your hips, pulled you back against his body, and let his cock find his target. Your head dropped on a moan as he filled you back up because it was even better this way. You had surer footing, could brace yourself on the desk’s corner, and didn’t have to concentrate on not falling. Using fistfuls of your hips as leverage, Adam crashed into you, sending jolts throughout your already overstimulated body. It was glorious.

And then, Ben’s boots came into your line of sight, followed swiftly by his muscular hand around your throat, silver rings cool against your heated flesh. You tracked beauty mark to beauty mark, wondering when the constellations kissed his cheeks. You should have been mortified. Ben finding you here with Adam should have struck you dead there and then, but it only emboldened you because his eyes weren’t full of judgment. He wasn’t disgusted by what he saw. His honey-gold gaze, laced with hunger, burned into you possessively. He held you by the neck, the strength of his grip waxing and waning in time to your heartbeat, while his brother plowed you from behind. When his voice wiggled its way into your ear, your knees nearly buckled. Adam’s was clear but devious, which made his filthy quips more surprising because they were hard to expect. Ben talked very little. His voice, which you didn’t truly appreciate until this moment, was rough and low, like his very voice box was calloused.

“Is this the first time he’s fucked you?”

You whimpered, eyes drifting shut until you felt a rough tap at your cheek. His face, all furrowed brows and licked lips, telegraphed that next time, he’d slap you proper. Pushing yourself to stare straight into his eyes - it was like looking into the sun - you nodded again, feeling every bit of your desire dribble down your legs because one brother was great, but two was immaculate.

“Is this the last time he’ll fuck you?”

Your guts clenched, and you reached out to stabilize yourself by laying both hands on Ben’s chest, which you already understood was only because he allowed it. Without a second thought, eager even, you shook your head. You’d reached the point where you’d let him - no them - do whatever they wanted whenever they wanted it because holy goddamn.

Adam chose this moment to increase the speed with which he fucked you into oblivion. His hips slapped against yours, hands clamping down onto your shoulders for better leverage. Your eyes crossed, and you nearly swallowed your gag. With one hand on Ben, you reached up to grip Adam’s fingers, anchoring yourself between the two of them. They were your literal rock and a hard place, and they worked in tandem to drive you thoroughly crazy. Ben’s hand slipped between your legs, fingers finding your slippery clit. You howled, spine waking up to tingle and dance. 

“Fuck, there it is,” Adam groaned behind you. 

What else could you do but give him what he wanted?

~

His brother had told him about the way you shook when you orgasmed, and he really had thought nothing of it. Most people did that, didn’t they? If you did the job right, there was always a tremor in the legs, a wobble in the walk.

Ben was not prepared for the way you shook when you came.

For a second, he thought you were about to have a seizure, but he watched your face smooth out in pleasure, watched your lips turn up at the very corners, and he was flat out shocked by what he’d just witnessed. 

You loved it. Loved being fucked. Loved coming so undone your mind stopped working. For him, it was the way you smiled as you came. The shaking was stunning, of course, but nobody he’d ever fucked before had goddamn smiled - beamed! - through their climax. It was truly the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

And then he grinned like the devil himself because fucking hell…

“You’re fucked, little sister. You know that?” 

He scooped some of your slick onto his finger and popped it in his mouth. Shit, you even tasted like candy.

“Well and truly fucked.”

[juniperwoodwell]

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The Feminine Mystique by Betty Friedan

This American Ex-Wife: How I Ended My Marriage and Started My Life by Lyz Lenz

The Gentrification of the Mind: Witness to a Lost Imagination by Sarah Schulman

Savage Appetites: Four True Stories of Women, Crime, and Obsession by Rachel Monroe

The Sexual Politics of Meat: A Feminist-Vegetarian Critical Theory by Carol J. Adams

Eros the Bittersweet by Anne Carson

Who Owns This Sentence? A History of Copyrights and Wrongs by David Bellos & Alexandre Montagu

The Once and Future Sex: Going Medieval on Women's Roles in Society by Eleanor Janega

Moby Dyke: An Obsessive Quest to Track Down the Last Remaining Lesbian Bars in America by Krista Burton

University of Nike: How Corporate Cash Bought American Higher Education by Joshua Hunt

What it Feels Like for a Girl by Paris Lees

Female Masculinity by J. Jack Halberstam

The Theory of Everything Else: A Voyage Into the World of the Weird by Dan Schreiber

Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers by Mary Roach

Better Living Through Birding: Notes from a Black Man in the Natural World by Christian Cooper

Rivermouth: A Chronicle of Language, Faith, and Migration by Alejandra Oliva

Unlikeable Female Characters: The Women Pop Culture Wants You to Hate by Anna Bogutskaya

Born a Crime: Stories From a South African Childhood by Trevor Noah

Caste: The Origins of Our Discontents by Isabel Wilkerson

The Lady from the Black Lagoon: Hollywood Monsters and the Lost Legacy of Milicent Patrick by Mallory O'Meara

Being Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End by Atul Gawande

Stone Butch Blues by Leslie Feinberg

Eyeliner: A Cultural History by Zahra Hankir

Against Technoableism: Rethinking Who Needs Improvement by Ashley Shew

The Wager: A Tale of Shipwreck, Mutiny and Murder by David Grann

Know My Name by Chanel Miller

Empire of Pain: The Secret History of the Sackler Dynasty by Patrick Radden Keefe

Novelist as a Vocation by Haruki Murakami

Rape-Revenge Films: A Critical Study by Alexandra Heller-Nicholas

Fiction:

To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf

Middlemarch by George Eliot

Just as You Are by Camille Kellogg

Just Happy to Be Here by Naomi Kanakia

The Misadventures of an Amateur Naturalist by Ceinwen Langley

Family Meal by Bryan Washington

Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton

The Mountain in the Sea by Ray Nayler

Ring Shout by P. Djèlí Clark

My Heart Is a Chainsaw by Stephen Graham Jones

An Island Princess Starts a Scandal by Adriana Herrera

Blackouts by Justin Torres

We Do What We Do in the Dark by Michelle Hart

Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro

Less Is Lost by Andrew Sean Greer

The Faithless by C.L. Clark

Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir

The Poppy War by R.F. Kuang

The Disenchantments by Nina LaCour

Everything Leads to You by Nina LaCour

Bliss Montage by Ling Ma

Pachinko by Min Jin Lee

The Institute by Stephen King

Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell by Susanna Clarke

Frankenstein: Junji Ito Story Collection by Junji Ito

Her Body and Other Parties: Stories by Carmen Maria Machado

Young Mungo by Douglas Stuart

The Dark Forest by Liu Cixin

Snuff by Terry Pratchett

Travelers Along the Way: A Robin Hood Remix by Aminah Mae Safi

Only a Monster by Vanessa Len

[cosmic-ships]

On another note, for once I didn't fall into the "my f/o would think I'm a burden and leave me" when I came out of my attack.

Its all thanks to Adam(Sackler)

Because of how caring he is in canon, how he ran blocks and block and took a subway just to get to someone having a panic attack.

It was easy to imagine he would come see me and take care of me. Despite some aspects of it being gross. He'd never judge and he'd help as best as he can. Maybe he'd even throw in a few little jokes to make me feel a little bit better, at the very least, crack a smile.

Once I tell him I'm no longer experiencing vertigo he would still stay, he'd cuddle up with me on my bed and finally stroke my hair. He'd just treat me so gently and ask if I needed anymore water or food now that I'd be able to consume it. He'd ask if I wanted to watch a movie with him or just snuggle or both!

I just am feeling all of the gratitude and love from him 💜 future husband doin' it right. (Wah I got butterflies saying "future husband" goddd)

[mrs-gucci]

what would sackler and altman do if I had a dream about them and they woke up to me whining and grinding all desperate against them in my sleep?

**NSFW content warning.**

What Would He Do?

I mean…this GIF pretty much sums up his feelings on it lol.

Adam would be *turned on*, to say the absolute least. He’d let you go for a little bit, smirking as he watches you desperately rub yourself on him.

Then, he’d pull you close and kiss you awake (well, ‘lick and suck your neck awake’, is more accurate). As soon as your eyes open up, he’s yanking your bottoms off and tugging his boxers down and his cock is fucking into you before you even know it, small growls of pleasure erupting in your ear.

Phillip is sooooo here for it. He loves seeing you all needy and whiny for him, even if it’s in your sleep, because he knows you’re still like that when you’re awake.

As soon as he realizes what you’re doing, he’s rolling his hips forward in-time with your motions and slipping his hand down the front of your bottoms, the sensation of which jolts you awake. He slyly slips his hard cock through your folds before thrusting up into you with a soft, sleepy grunt.

{ answered for my follower milestone celebration event thingy } (18+ divider courtesy of @firefly-graphics!)

[jynzandtonic]

Tired! Adam Sackler that swears off of relationships but ends in a friends-to-lovers w/ a soft s/o that doesn’t yell and genuinely makes him feel safe? 🥺 Idk I just started thinking about the yelling matches Adam and Jessa would get into. Those scenes were really hard to watch for some reason…

Ah! I felt the same way watching those scenes. They were such an explosive pair, and I'm sure it really took an emotional toll. All I've ever wanted is to see Sackler with a caring, communicative partner—I just think he would flourish. 🥺 I'm not taking full fic requests right now, but please accept these Sackler thots xoxo.

He's always been able to talk to you—just talk.

But the first time you kiss, he's speechless.

He thinks any relationship without some amount of conflict is bullshit. If you never disagree or get upset about anything, it means one person is getting steamrolled or both people are bottling up their emotions and opinions.

He's got feelings, yeah. He's got a fucking lot of them. In the past, it was always easier to spit out his words with vitriol, to match the volume of his partner, or just to cut and run altogether.

But the first time you argue, it's different.

There's no shouting, no shit breaking—only honesty and conversation.

"It's chamomile tea," you say, pressing a mug into his hand and taking a sip of your own. "Let's talk about it."

He does, because he knows you'll listen. He does, because he knows you'll hear him.

And you know he'll hear you, too.

[silksandcravats]

Love Language Series Masterlist

*This masterlist is specifically for my love language series, if you would like to visit my larger masterlist which contains all my works please click here.*

 A sfw series exploring what a relationship with each of Adam Driver’s characters might look like based on your love language. (Physical touch, acts of service, words of affirmation, gift-giving, and quality time). 

If your curious about your love language there are some quizzes you can take but I find it best to just look up a short description of each love language and take a second to think about what really resonates the most.

Anyways without further ado, please enjoy my humble series.

Kylo Ren

Physical Touch ✓

Quality Time ✓

Acts of Service ✓

Words of Affirmation ✓

Gift-Giving

Flip Zimmerman

Physical Touch ✓

Quality Time ✓

Acts of Service ✓

Words of Affirmation ✓

Gift-Giving ✓

Charlie Barber

Physical Touch ✓

Quality Time ✓

Acts of Service ✓

Words of Affirmation ✓

Gift-Giving ✓

Adam Sackler

Physical Touch ✓

Quality Time ✓

Acts of Service ✓

Words of Affirmation

Gift-Giving ✓

[roanniom]

Hi Issa! I hope all is well. Thank you for opening requests. How about Sackler with a prompt of an electric train set? Line: "I just like making it go!". Thank you. 💚

Hi @thegreenmatt! I’d hoped to get a request from you! I love this prompt, it’s so whimsical and so Sackler lol.

Not How Gift Giving Works

Adam Sackler x Reader

Fluff (suggestion of smut at the end), 649 words

~*~

It’s 5:30pm and already dark when you finally stumble back into your apartment, laden down with holiday presents and rolls and rolls of brightly colored wrapping paper.

“Adam, are you home?”

You hear a grunt from the bedroom and laugh in spite of yourself. You’re cold and hungry and your feet are sore from shopping all day. All you want to do is strip down (preferably in front of Adam), take a nice hot bubble bath (preferably with Adam), and maybe (have Adam) reheat some of that lentil soup you made the other day, which is fantastic if you do say so yourself.

You shrug out of your winter coat and take off your hat, beads of water raining down from the knit fibers where snow had begun to melt. You go to hang up your outerwear on the coatrack only to remember that it is no longer a coatrack. No, it is now the center of an elaborate, and chaotic, secular holiday sculpture, cobbled together during one of Adam’s rants in which he condemned the capitalist agenda of a season built upon worshipping greed and deifying a man in a red suit who tells you to buy from Macy’s.

Secretly you know it’s Adam’s frenetic, but well-intentioned, way of supporting you. You’re away from your family for the holidays for the first time and you’ve been feeling a bit down. You drape your coat and hat over the back of a kitchen chair, smiling over at the twinkling lights that adorn the garish monstrosity of repurposed wood, scrap metal, and your now ex-coat rack.

“Adam?” you call out, feeling a surging desire to kiss the man who breaks things down just to build you up. This time you hear not a grunt but a faint…chugging sound coming from the bedroom. You follow the noise and the sight makes you lean against the threshold in amusement.

There Adam sits in the center of an intricate electric train set. The gleaming engine puts along the track and Adam, your Adam, sits mesmerized by its movement, clutching the controller and smiling in a way that makes your heart clench.

“Holy fuckballs you scared me!” Adam yells out, finally noticing you standing in the doorway and jumping to his feet so quickly you jump yourself. He thrusts the controller behind his back and the train chugs to a halt right over a cute little stone bridge.

“Sorry, next time I’ll make sure to have my standard issue whistle, conductor,” you retort, walking over and kissing him on the cheek. “What’s with the mini means of transportation.”

��Happy Non-Specific Seasonal Gift-Giving,” Adam says sheepishly, controller still hidden behind his back. You laugh and tug on his arms.

“It’s for me and yet you’re playing with it! That’s not how gift-giving works!”

Adam winds his arms around you, tucking you under his chin in a hug while beginning to use the controller again behind your back. The shiny train chugs back to life, zooming off to destinations unknown.

“I just like making it go!”

You reach up on your tiptoes and begin to kiss Adam’s neck. It doesn’t deter his focus on the train but he does nuzzle down into your touch, growling when you nip at his skin. He’s adorable when he’s laser-focused like he is right now. Like he gets with a weird wood-working project. Or when he works really hard to make you feel better. Or when he works really hard to make you feel really, really good.

“I don’t know,” you whisper into his neck. “I think I prefer you making me cum.”

Within one-onehundreth of a second your back is on the bed, Adam looming above you and pressing kisses into every inch of you he can reach. The train slows to a stop on the tracks, done for the night.

Meanwhile you and Adam are just getting started.

~*~

[thetorturerwrites]

Succubus at the end of the Street

Just some random spooky thoughts.....about my favorite slut.

* The all-black house at the end of the street was the most bizarre fucking thing Sackler had ever seen. Rich people were fucking crazy, right? 

* Was the inside black, too, he wondered. Who lived there? There were stories about little old ladies and lovers who never returned if they went down to the end of the street. He didn’t believe in fairy tales, though, or urban legends. Probably just some eccentric old fart trying to keep meddling kids off his lawn.

* And yet...

* He practically jumped for joy when a package was mis-delivered to his house because he could finally, fucking finally, find out who lived there. If he kept prowling around the perimeter and peeking in the windows, he was going to get arrested.

* The first time he sees you, he’s too dumbstruck to speak a full sentence. You weren’t an old biddy nor an ancient douchebag. No no, you were mesmerizing. Long, dark hair. Smooth, glistening skin. You moved slowly, as though every step ached, but it lent you an air of grace. You were too beautiful to rush. He wondered what manner of curves those flowing charcoal fabrics were hiding.

* When your hand brushed his, Sackler thought he might swoon. He was certain he felt sparks, absolutely positive his skin sizzled.

* For weeks, he thought of nothing but you. His palm itched, right where you touched him, and the only thing that made it stop itching was to fuck himself to completion over and over and over. Relentlessly, he tugged, squeezed, and jerked his cock raw.

* It was never enough.

* Every time tried to catch you, the house was stone still. In the daytime, it seemed like nobody lived there. He waited for hours and hours, certain you’d come home any minute now. 

* He started to believe he’d imagined you entirely.

* Your voice in his head, chanting his name until his bones hurt, drove him nearly mad. Frenetic with need, he ran through the midnight rain on bare feet to bang at your door. He meant to just ask your name, something he could moan when he came, but the look of you in the doorway, silhouetted by candlelight, dropped him to his knees.

* You were all curves, shapely and beautiful and otherworldly. You smelled sweet and decadent. He wanted to swallow every morsel of you, to ravage you until he was blind. But he could only stare.

* The first taste of your lips had him saying shameful things. He begged for another kiss, cried into the crook of your neck and pleaded that you not send him away. I’ll be good, he sobbed, so so good.

* He dreamed of you every night. That you would slip into his bed, soft and naked and cool against his flushing skin. How you’d sink down onto the erection he could never get to abate and ride him until he passed out. Every morning, he woke to find he’d shucked his shorts, torn through pillows, or fucked holes in his sheets.

* He started sleeping with the windows open. A fool’s hope.

* His friends held an intervention. They forced him out of his room and into the world to a quaint but busy restaurant on the other end of town. We’re worried about you, they said. You don’t eat. You don’t sleep well. You look like death. But he could only stare at the corner of the room where you dined with another man. When you slipped away to the restroom, he bolted from the table.

* He meant to shout at you, to demand you tell him who that man was, why wouldn’t you just talk to him. Instead, he found his fingers tangled into your silken hair and blubbered about how good your mouth felt around his dick. His skin felt like it was on fire. The heat of him only doubling from the sear of your tongue wiggling into his slit. Far too fast, he spilled into your eager mouth, moaning loud enough for everyone in the restaurant to hear.

* His friends said they didn’t see you. That man was eating alone. There was nobody. That house had been abandoned for decades.

* He lost his job. He missed auditions and rehearsals. He fucked everyone who came onto him - chasing even a scrap of what he’d felt at the back of your mouth. He found rock bottom in a handle of rum, swaying on his feet and stumbling down the deserted street. In a drunken fit, he raged at your door, throwing the bottle at the window and smashing it to bits.

* He spent that night, and the two following, in jail.

* I’m losing my fucking mind! He shouted at no one. He’d broken into your house with a crowbar and a pawn shop gun only to find it empty. Black furniture sat draped in white sheets. Every bedroom cemetery silent. He didn’t know if he meant to shoot you or himself; but now that he was here, the mark on his hand, the brand on his soul, had his dick out and drooling on the shining floor before he even knew what he was doing.

* He got to fuck you for the first time that night, but it was a blur. One minute, he was hopelessly rutting into his fist; and the next, you were on your hands and knees before him. His thighs bounced against your full ass, and he couldn’t stop shouting. All you had to do was say his name, and his cock would empty into you right on cue.

* He disappeared into your house, moving in without really telling anybody. One day, he stopped showing up at the place he shared with his friends. Having never bothered with a cell phone or a computer, he was just gone. He took nothing but himself.

* He stopped shopping for groceries. Stopped talking to people. Stopped wearing clothes.

* He took to sleeping during the days, draping his massive body over the nearest piece of furniture and dropping unconscious like a rock. You spent night after night turning him inside out. You fucked him on the floor, on the stairs, on the roof. You woke him every night with your wet mouth around his cock and rode him hard until the sun came up.

* They came to look for him. 

* First, it was his friends, whispering about how this place was the only thing he talked about but it was so goddamn creepy. Then, it was the cops, grumbling about how it was just another stupid prank and that there wasn’t ever anybody here. 

* But each time someone came ‘round, he was buried deep in your narcotic cunt. Curling his fingers to hear you whimper his name, tongue fucking your candied slit deliriously, or pounding into you with all his might so you’d praise him for his good dick.

* The days grew longer, heavier, and he slept more and more. The nights grew frantic, flying by too fast for him to cling to. He didn’t recognize himself in the mirror. His eyes were sunken. His lips were always drawn tight. His fingers tingled, and he felt like he could never catch his breath.

* He didn’t complain when you started fucking him in the graveyard behind the house. The night air felt nice against his skin, and the soft grass and sod cushioned his back.

* Instead, he cupped your face as you leaned over him, ignoring his knobby knuckles and marveling at the slenderness of your black, forked tongue. His hips could no longer rise to meet yours, but your pussy sucked him in so strongly they didn’t need to. He professed his love, his great, great need. 

* M’yours, he murmured. Gonna fuck you forever.

* He basked in your smile, humming as you tucked a lock of white hair behind his large ear. 

* As the sun came up, he closed his eyes. At last feeling sated.

[simp-4-kylo]

can you do a roommate!adamsackler who keeps stealing/finishing the soaps or body washes in the shower so he has an excuse to go in there after you yell at him bc you need one 😳

New Soap

Warnings/tags:Soft!Sackler, slight hint towards the DIRTY, curse words, uhh Adam being a soft boy,fluff?? i'm so sorry for not updating.

WordCount: 1,149

A/N: omg hi yall! I’m so sorry I’ve been MIA and have gotten nothing out :( my life got super busy and super quick. A lot of things have not been going my way in my personal life but I’m trying to get things out for you all to enjoy! So please, as always, enjoy whats below! 

The hot water felt euphoric as it ran down your back. It had been a brutal couple past days, work had been stressful due to the fact your boss was giving you way too many things to work on and way too little time to do it all. You had been looking forward to this shower after giving three different presentations in various meetings today. On the way home you had stopped by the store to pick up a few things that couldn’t wait for the weekend when you went on your usual grocery run or you were too afraid to tell your roommate Adam to pick up, due to the simple fact that he wouldn’t know what to get. 

On the way out of the convenient store you had passed the soap and shower aisle. You knew as soon as you got home you wanted to take a long shower and a nap afterwards. Maybe today was the day that you tried a new shampoo and shower scrub, but as you reached for the teal bottle with the label Ocean Breeze. You just remembered that you had gotten a brand new bottle of shampoo the other day, you were sort of sad that you couldn’t try this new soap, but you weren’t about to waste a perfect bottle of brand new soap. You checked out and left the store, headed home you just couldn’t wait for that long shower. You were praying that Adam wasn’t in the bathroom or let alone in your way, nothing was going to stop you from showering, not even Adam and his adorable yet slightly confusing jokes…

Living in New York was everybody's dream whether they knew it or not, and fortunately you were lucky enough to be one of the many people who made it in New York. You lived in Brooklyn with your roommate Adam Sackler, most people think the two of you were dating. Which, you had only dreamed of dating him you knew he didn’t like you the way you liked him.

Walking up the stairs to your shared apartment you heard Adam shouting. Now, that isn’t unusual for him. He was always yelling about something, whether he was practicing his lines for some role or if he was just upset at something. If he was dealing with one of his “girlfriends” right now, you were not having it. Pushing open the door to the apartment the sight of a shirtless Adam with damp hair lay before you. He had a teal colored towel draped across his waist, and an old bleached out towel on his hair. He was holding some paper in his hand, the top right was damp with the excess water that fell from his hair. 

Adam turned around at the sound of the door opening, “hey kiddo, how was work? Hey I was wondering-”. You had cut the man off by saying “Whatever you were wondering, I hope it was you offering to make dinner tonight. I stopped at the store to pick up a few things we needed, but my head is killing me, please I just need to go shower.” You finished with a sigh and dropping your work bag on the ground, walking to the kitchen counter you set the groceries down. 

“Uh sure, yeah go shower.” Adam had said as he put his paper down on the coffee table in front of him. As you made your way to the bathroom Adam went to stand up and walk towards the kitchen counter to see what you had decided to pick up. As Adam sifted through the bags of food he heard the shower head turn on, the sound of the water hitting the bathtub triggered something in him. He suddenly remembered something, “oh! I forgot to mention, I used all your-” he called out to you, except for the fact that you hadn’t heard him and shut the bathroom door before he could finish. He cursed to himself, he just wanted to warn you that you were all out of soap. He knew you had a long day and that you just wanted to shower.

“ADAM!” you had yelled from the bathroom, when you had got into the shower you were ready for some special relaxation time. To your surprise you had got in and more than half your bottle of brand new shampoo was empty. At first you had thought that you just used a lot, but then realized that you had gotten this almost two days ago! There was no way Adam had just used this shampoo that you bought for yourself. You were beyond mad, Adam was really going to get it.

Your internal thoughts were interrupted when you heard the bathroom door open and then click shut. “Adam- get the fuck out. I don’t want to hear it, I expect you to buy me some new shampoo by the time I get home from work tomorrow, and it better be the same exact kind. I also want-” as you turned around you stopped mid sentence. There in the shower with you was a naked Adam, with a big wide smile. “Oh my god!” you replied and went to immediately cover your exposed chest with both your arms. 

Despite being roommates with Adam, never once had either of you seen the other naked. You were utterly speechless, not knowing what to say you just stared at the tile above Adam’s head. “Hey…” Adam had said and inched closer to you and reached out towards you.” Your heat seemed to beat faster and louder as he moved to touch you. Time had slowed, you were currently in the shower naked with Adam right in front of you. This has to be a dream, there was no way your insanely hot roommate was standing in front of you about to touch you. You felt two very big hands slide down the sides of your body and rest at your hips.

He pulled you closer, closer and suddenly you were pressed up against him in the shower. Slowly slipping out of your state of shock, you returned the hug and wrapped your arms around the larger man. Adam released a sigh of content, he moved his right hand to now rest behind your neck. He sat his head on the top of yours and closed his eyes, you doing the same. The warm watering dripping down the both of you as the sounds of New York and the smell of your brand new shampoo filled the small bathroom. 

“I think I love you” Adam had said. “I know” you replied grinning into his chest. Adam pulled back for a moment, he looked you in the eyes and said “get smart with me one more time, and I won’t get you new soap.” He had said and leaned in with a kiss. 

[eddiesfaerie]

hi baby!!! u know what, fuck it :)) random thoughts/hc's for getting set up with sackler on a double date! <3 <3 <3

my baby love hello, this is literally perfect, i love this idea so much!! i hope you like what i put together <3

Okay you know what?

I genuinely think getting set up on a double date with Sackler would fucking SUCK

Like I think no matter how attractive you find him

And how attractive he finds you

Which for the record is so much like he cannot stop staring at you all night holy fuck

No matter how palpable the sexual tension is, it sucks

Because I feel like Sackler only trusts his friends to a certain degree

And whatever that degree is, it does not include setting him up with people he would actually date

But then it’s you

He sees you walking into the restaurant and sit down next to him

Because your mutual friend is sitting next to their partner (obviously, duh)

And all this time he knew you were going to sit next to him but he wasn’t expecting you to look like that and talk like that and just be… you?

And he’s so confused because right off the bat he’s like “okay there’s no way this could work, she’s fucking beautiful and i’m just “semi-dashing”” lmao

and he sort of convinced himself before the night even started that he was going to have a bad time, getting himself into a lovely, bratty and rude mood

He’s quiet (which isn’t unusual for him) but it’s very intimidating to you since you’ve never met him before

Makes rude, backhanded comments to your mutual friend who set this whole thing up (and their partner has like… no idea wtf is going on with Sackler tonight)

But then he finds himself slowly warming up to you

Wanting to warm up to you at least

He watches you as you laugh so effortlessly with his friends, how you smile, how perfect your lips sort of are

How smart you are, how kind, sweet....

Did he mention beautiful? He doesn’t know, he can’t remember

When he looks at you, he feels completely dumbfounded, lost in you

He doesn’t want to be some quiet, intimidating asshole and scare you off anymore

He doesn’t want you to think he’s mean or douchey or, or, or

No, Sackler actually wants to impress you

And oh boy, does he ever

He’s charming, funny as hell no matter how over the top his comments and quips are

You fucking love it, even if he is different from literally every guy you’ve ever known

You like how quirky he is

How nasty, gross, boyish he is

You think that’s exactly why you literally feel yourself falling for him on this stupid double date that you thought so confidently was going to go horribly tonight

You’re completely fucking entranced by him

Completely fucking lost in the enigma that is Adam Sackler

And you start staring at him just as much as as he’s staring at you

And soon enough, the two of you go off in your own conversation, completely ignoring your friend and their partner

They don’t mind of course, they had a feeling this would happen :)

[nurseofren]

Sackler + “You say you want me, but your body seems to like it when I tease you,” ?

💕

Relationship: Sackler x Reader

Words: 400

Tags: teasing, edging, toy use, maybe you’ll cum (but maybe you won’t), porn without plot.

ST Rambles: This was from that day where I asked for requests and acted like I would get to them in a timely manner lmao. Well, y’all know me well enough to know I’m shit at sticking to a writing schedule (at least right now). But yeah, felt inspired to get to this one today. Hope it’s enjoyable (:

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Pleasure built and built and built, muscles tensing, skin sweating. It was ecstasy to be taunted with the edge of release. You sank into it, vibrating body and soul, little hiccupped praises falling from your slack jaw.

“Adam, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop. Please, please! I want you so, oh, soooooo-,”

“You say you want me,” Sackler drawled, removing the vibrator from your clit, stealing your climax and singeing your nerves, “but your body seems to like it when I tease you.”

You writhed beneath him, frustration spitting through tensed teeth, nails biting into either of his bare thighs. Tears warped the sight of his smirk, then that of his hand sliding up and around his thick erection.

He’d been at this for nearly two hours, straddling you only when you’d tried to touch yourself, threatening to cuff you to the bedpost if you tried anything more. Sweat and slick stuck you to the sheets below, every ruined release only accumulating the fluids. The heat of his thighs framing yours, the weight of him stifling your skin that much more.

“You’re so beautiful like this, you know?”

“Go fuck yourself,” you growled.

Adam tilted his head, focus flicking down to his cock and back to your eyes. “I am.”

His shit-eating grin made you see red. You tried to scratch yourself free, pissed off and pent up, but Adam stopped stroking himself long enough to catch both your wrists and pin them at either side of your head.

His body was flush with yours, mouth taking yours when he laced his fingers with yours. Adam groaned, the head of his cock brushing along your wet cunt. Your legs wrapped around his waist, ankles locking; an attempt towards pushing him inside.

His lips kissed down your jawline, teeth teasing the supple skin of your earlobe, lips pursed to blow a cool stream of air. Shocks rippled down your spine, his left hand leaving yours to graze up your thigh and grip under your knee.

“Tell me,” he kissed, right hand gone now, “what does impatience earn you?”

A pathetic weep left you, a knowing grimace biting at your cheeks. “Adam, no. I can’t take any more.”

Adam sat up, leading his fingertips up his shaft, cock bobbing at the touch. Eyebrows pinched in mock concern, he looked down at you, a single tear sliding down to your ear.

“What does impatience earn you?”

You’d been at this impasse before, knowing what he wanted, knowing he’d eventually give in if you just stuck it out. Bottom lip trembling, eyes shut, you huffed out surrender.

“Another hour.”

Sackler let out a pleased hum, his hand quickening just before the familiar buzz of the vibrator filled the room.

“Now, where were we?”

[cosmic-ships]

Sort of suggestive a little but not much

So I'm getting used to taking the stairs instead of using the elevator and all I imagine is me getting back, walking through the door and plopping on Adam(sackler) my heart is rapping my my chest and I'm panting heavily

He wipes the bits of hair that is struck to my forehead out of the way and gives me a cheeky grin and I'm just like... "What?"

and his grin only widens and he responds "Here I thought I was the only one that could make you gasp and pant like that."

>/////> jerk

[mrs-gucci]

Hey, happy Valentine’s! I wanted to request an Adam Sackler letter! I’d love romantic, along with smuttiness. I think kid or doll are good nicknames to use, and I don’t have any specific topic request. Thank you so much for doing this, love your writing! <3

happy valentines, and thank you <3 enjoy this letter from Sackler!

**explicit language & NSFW content warnings.**

Hey kid—

It’s Valentines day! It’s all about love today and I know I’m not that good with feelings sometimes, but I love you a lot kid. You make me so fucking happy, all day everyday. I feel like I don’t tell you that enough. 

Ever since we met, my life has changed. You’ve made me a better man, you’ve made me want to be a better man, and I can’t thank you enough for that. You complete me, kiddo.

I can’t wait to see you tonight, doll. We’ll go out to a really nice dinner in the city. You deserve to be treated like a queen today, kid. I'm excited to see you all dolled up for me; you’re gonna look so fucking sexy, like you always do.

Then, when we get home, we’re gonna sit by the fireplace and I’m gonna strip you naked. I’m gonna kiss every single inch of your skin, kid, every inch. I’m gonna kiss your pretty lips, your neck, your shoulders, your collarbones, your little nipples, your bellybutton, your hipbones, your thighs, and then I’ll kiss your beautiful, soaking wet pussy.

You always make such pretty noises for me, kid. Love the noises you make when I shove my cock inside you nice and deep, calling you my good little slut while I pound you till your eyes cross. I’m gonna cum so fucking deep in you, kid, you’re gonna taste me on your tongue.

Damnit, I’m hard just thinking about it...

Anyway.

See you tonight, kiddo. I love you.

-Adam

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