#adam sackler smut

[jynzandtonic]

@sacklerscumrag found this pic and @butyoudidthis4what said it was "grown up made it big" Sackler and now I'm just all weepy thinking about the brooklyn brownstone you two live in with the tall bookshelves in the sunny front room and the chaise where he falls asleep reading plays on the weekend and the way he'll come up behind you in the kitchen to kiss your neck and squeeze your ass and how even in his thirties he still tries to get handsy with you on the train and that even though he never thought he'd get married he still found himself on one knee saying "let's fuckin' do it, kid," and the beautiful life you've built together in this big beautiful city and iT'S FINE I'M FINE EVERYTHING IS FINE

[mrs-gucci]

My Pumpkin

{ adam sackler x female reader }

just an idea I came up with! it's been a very, very long time since I've written for Sackler (like 2 years lol) so apologies if my characterization is a bit off...

warnings. SMUT (18+ ONLY), dirty talk, oral sex with food (m receiving), masturbation w/fingering (f receiving), deepthroating, facial.

word count: 1.13k

★ written for sextember 2023 ★

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collage by me :)

“Mm, is that pumpkin pie I smell?”

You chuckle as Adam walks into the kitchen eagerly.

“Yes, but not for you,” you say. “I’m baking them for the fall farmers market this weekend.”

He pouts, standing behind you and putting his hands on your hips. “Aww, c’mon kid, can’t I just keep one? I love your pumpkin pie.”

“You can buy it for ten bucks. Friends and family discount.”

He groans.

“If I help you bake, can I get one for free?”

You sigh. “Oh my god, you just won’t quit, will you? Last time you helped me bake, all you did was try to fuck me.”

“But that was last year,” he pouts, squeezing your hips. “Please? I’ll be so so helpful and much less horny this time around. I’ve gotten better.”

“No you haven’t,” you laugh. “But you can help as long as you don’t try to have sex with me every two minutes.”

He nods happily, then washes his hands and puts on his favorite apron of yours, which is frilly and very feminine. You chuckle at the sight, then put him on pie-making duty.

At first, things go well. He’s focused and helpful, and he does a great job making the pies to put into the oven.

But soon enough he starts lingering by you more at the mixer, hands roaming on your hips and ass, and his lips begin pressing kisses to your cheeks or neck every time he goes by.

Your eyebrows raise slightly and you look back at him.

“Hey…I’m serious. I really have to focus on this.”

He nods, trying not to crack a small smile. "Mhm. Right. Focus."

You huff, rolling your eyes as you get back to mixing. Adam sets a timer for the pies in the oven, and as soon as he does that, he slides behind you again.

"Hey," he says, leaning in and kissing your cheek, hands on your hips again. "I'm done with the pies..."

"Great, I have dough ready and more filling--"

"Why don't we take a little break?" he asks, nipping at your earlobe. "You've been working hard all morning, kid."

You pause and look back at him.

"We shouldn't--"

"Let's play a little game," he says, smiling as he takes his apron off, then starts pulling off his t-shirt. "And it's called...lick it up."

He quickly tugs your shirt off, then takes a small scoop of dough and smears it onto the tops of your breasts. He takes a moment to admire them, then bends down to eat and lick the dough off your skin.

"A-Adam," you say, voice slightly shaky. "I need this dough for the pies..."

"We'll only use a little bit, kid." He gently takes another small scoop of dough, then smears it on his bare chest. "Now it's your turn. Go on, use that sweet little tongue of yours."

Your mouth turns up in a slight smirk as you lean in and lick up the dough, looking into his eyes the entire time you do so. He grunts softly, and your hands travel up to rest on his belt buckle, just above where he needs your touch most.

"God, keep going," he groans, leaning in to kiss you deeply, desperately. "Got me so hard."

You chuckle and pull his belt open, then push his jeans down enough to expose his hardening length. You reach over and put one hand in the dough and the other in the pumpkin pie filling, getting a bit of both before getting on your knees.

Sackler watches eagerly as you smooth the dough over his shaft, then smear the pie filling onto his head. You lick your lips just to tease him a bit, then start licking at his tip, eating the pie filling off him.

"Oh my god," he groans, head tipping back as he leans against the cabinets. "Kid, you're killing me here..."

"Mm, patience," you say, smiling. "I wanna eat my dessert first."

Adam growls, hand weaving in your hair while you continue to lick and eat the pie fixings off his hardened shaft. He makes noises the whole time, especially when you wrap your hand around him and stroke him while licking the last of the dough up.

"Suck," he says, hips rocking forward while he pushes your head against him. "Go on."

Your lips wrap around him and begin to suck gently, head bobbing, and Adam lets out a relieved sigh as he finally gets what he has so desperately wanted.

"Good girl, such a good girl," he praises shakily, jaw clenched. "Mmm, fuck, fuck kid...touch y-yourself, finger yourself for me..."

You reach down and move your pajama shorts out of the way, then press two fingers up into your wet hole. Your groan of pleasure vibrates through his cock, and Adam nearly cums at the feeling.

"God! Fuuuuck!"

It's hard to focus on both keeping your rhythm on both him and yourself, so eventually Adam takes over, moving your head and thrusting his hips at the same time.

Your fingers move in and out swiftly, creating pleasure for yourself, which causes you to start making more noises around his shaft. It drives him crazy, it makes him go even faster so that now, he's fucking your face.

Tears swell in your eyes from the deepthroating and gagging on his dick, and this only seems to spur him on, his hips rolling faster against you. You're close to orgasm, overwhelmingly so, and you finger yourself faster.

"Ggghhh! Mmmfffhhhh!"

He moans loudly, holding your mouth on him for a few moments before suddenly pulling away and desperately stroking himself over your face. You close your eyes just as the first rope of his warm seed shoots across your face. He groans and grunts with each spurt, making a mess on your cheeks, nose, mouth, and chin.

You're gasping for breath as you bring yourself to orgasm, moaning huskily as your insides grip and spasm around your digits.

"O-Oh fuck, fuck, Adam..."

Adam smiles slightly as he watches you, caressing your cheek and smearing his cum across your skin.

"Mm, so pretty. You look so fucking good when you've got my cum all over your face, kid."

"Gee, thanks."

You chuckle breathily, pulling your fingers out from between your legs and sucking them into your mouth while wiping the cum from your eyes so you can look up at him. He hums, tucking himself away before grabbing a towel to wipe off your face.

He helps you to your feet, then kisses you deeply, hands on your hips.

"You're the best," he says softly, kissing you again and again. "Best girlfriend ever. My pumpkin. I love you."

You smile just as the timer for the pies goes off, pulling him in for one more kiss.

"I love you too, Adam."

****

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[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.”

[pxgeturner]

send in thots thoughts of the harem

the harem:

tommi riddle

jack napier (ledger!joker)

kylo ren (any adcu character rlly)

aemond targaryen

miguel o’hara

[ohsolonelyghosts]

back in action

Just in time for 2023, we're back!

Little overhaul with a new profile and a slightly new, updated profile!

Requests are back open, and I'm workin' on getting some fics out!

Happy reading :)

[inklore]

❥ — smut | ✶ — dark content

kylo ren.

one shots

piteous toxin (1.1k) ❥

hate and humility ran your relationship with kylo, as did the heavy hand he loved having you wrap around his throat.

ben solo.

one shots

garage rooftop (1k)

the lines of friendship or something more grow more blurry the longer your eyes move from each mole, his cheek bones, his dark eyes, his lips. and you really don’t understand why the two of you hadn’t become something more ages ago.

commander mills.

one shots

warning signs (1.1k) ❥

if the two of you were to die like this; with mills rutting against you, his cock stretching you, his deep breaths and praises against your ear, your slick coating his length as you come, then so be it.

adam sackler.

blurbs

head in your lap

[myinconnelly1]

Nameless Need

Hero - 1

Creep - 2

Friend - 3

Date - 4

Kiss - 5

Wedding - 6

Hotel - 7

Oaths - 8

Comfortable - 9

[blueberryreads]

♡·˚tags per actor·˚♡

no actual real actor x reader, only characters

ADAM DRIVER CHARACTERS

kylo ren  (smut, fluff, angst)

flip zimmerman  (smut, fluff, angst)

dan jones  (smut, fluff, angst)

adam sackler  (smut, fluff, angst)

clyde logan  (smut, fluff, angst)

misc. adam driver characters (smut, fluff, angst)

CHRIS EVANS CHARACTERS

steve rogers  (smut, fluff, angst, social media au, multipart)

andy barber  (smut, fluff, angst)

ransom drysdale  (smut, fluff, angst)

ari levinson  (smut, fluff, angst)

lloyd hansen  (smut, fluff, angst)

SEBASTIAN STAN CHARACTERS

bucky barnes  (smut, fluff, angst, social media au, multipart)

destroyer!chris  (smut, fluff, angst)

steve kemp  (smut, fluff, angst)

carter baizen  (smut, fluff, angst)

misc. sebastian stan characters (smut, fluff, angst)

JON BERNTHAL CHARACTERS

frank castle  (smut, fluff, angst)

ethan sawyer  (smut, fluff, angst)

TOM HARDY CHARACTERS

eddie brock  (smut, fluff, angst)

venom  (smut, fluff, angst)

(fics will only be tagged as venom if they actually include a relationship between venom and reader)

alfie solomons  (smut, fluff, angst)

[weareallstoriesintheend]

Reblogging some faves

The Neighbours (Adam Sackler x Plus Size!Reader)

Summary: You move into a new neighbourhood, new apartment building and straight into a new life. On your first arrival into this new world you're greeted by a man that will make more of an impression that you ever could have expected.

Notes: This is a reader insert fic series however I wanted specifically to write the character as plus size. This is something I've wanted to do for a really long time.

Even if you don't identify directly with the physical descriptors of the character I hope you enjoy all the same. This is just one persons (my) feelings, opinions and experiences that I have put into this and I'm more than aware that people experience being plus size in so many different ways.

Please feel free to reach out and talk to me about this if you'd like too 💕

Chapter 1 - A Convenient Meeting

Word count: 1162

The sun shone directly above you, bringing beads of sweat to gather uncomfortably at your hairline as you dragged the last box down out of the truck. It landed with a thud at your tired feet and you huffed with pure exhaustion. Your t-shirt clung to your body in the most uncomfortable way and you picked and pulled it until it fell smoother on your waist without sticking to the sweat lining your back.

All the furniture had been taken inside already by the very gracious and helpful movers and now you were just hauling box after box, a strange weight combination of mostly books and blankets that was making your arms ache.

With the final box at your feet, you waved off the movers in their truck, thanking them for their invaluable help. You took a big deep breath and began your first proper look around at your new neighbourhood, it looked nice enough you told yourself. Pretty quiet for midday but bustling enough that it didn’t feel eerie. Moving to New York from your hometown had felt like a dream, albeit a mildly cliché dream. But a new job and some exciting work was calling and you had answered that call.

Now you were here that all too familiar anxiety was creeping up, a heavy crushing feeling blooming like warm water through your chest. Brushing it off you picked up the last box, thankfully a fairly light one, and carried inside.

The building didn’t have an elevator so your thighs burned as you climbed flight after flight of stairs. But finally, you reached your floor and realised that one of the movers had closed the door behind them meaning you were going to have to wrestle your keys out of your pocket. Twisting the box around you tried to balance it on one arm, using the door frame as a prop as you tugged at your keys which were stuck on the tight material of your jeans pocket. You huffed in agitation as the keys wouldn’t wriggle themselves loose and the box began slipping slightly in your pathetically tired grip.

“You need a hand with that?”

A deep voice spoke from behind you; you almost dropped the box and cried out. You hadn’t even heard anyone approach or a door open, so didn’t even get a second to look up as your keys unlatched themselves dramatically from your pocket and you had to fight to catch those too.

“Ooh fuck, shit sorry” the voice laughed, two large arms dipped forward to catch the box from underneath as it slipped slightly in your already waning grip.

You looked up finally and smiled, “No problem, you just startled me. Thank you”

The man that stood before you was large and even that was almost too simple of a descriptor for the wall that stood before you. He was overwhelming, not just in height as he towered over you but the width of his shoulders was a sight to behold. A camo green t-shirt was stretched across a broad strong looking chest and blue jeans hung low on his hips. Despite how intimidating his stature may have seemed his face was recognisable as something perfectly sweet. Caramel brown puppy-dog eyes, a gorgeous aquiline nose and goofy smile surrounded by full lips that socialites would pay thousands for. Pretty freckles dotted and smattered his pale skin so much so you could reach up and trace patterns in them.

A passing thought remarked how unusually beautiful he was, striking to say the least, before you shrugged it off as he spoke again.

“I got this, go ahead” he gestured to the door for you to unlock it.

He was still smiling down at you, a soft almost tentative smile that made you instinctively return one back. You clicked your keys in the lock and swung the door open revealing a mess of boxes and furniture all in the middle of the room.

You pointed in through your now open front door, “You wanna stick that down over there?”

He nodded without a word and walked inside, dropping the box down carefully on top of a pile of other ones. He wiped his hands on his jeans awkwardly before extending one out to you, “Adam”

“Y/N” you said, reaching out to shake his hand. His touch was warm and his handshake firm but you couldn’t help but notice how his hands swallowed yours whole, they were practically the size of dinner plates! A light flush crept up your cheeks at the thought but you figured you could play it off as just being overheated from carrying everything… right? That would work!

He coughed and let go of your hand, he absentmindedly looked around him the silence growing more and more awkward as this complete stranger stood in the middle of your new home. You tapped your fingers on your thighs trying desperately to think of something to say.

“You got groceries?” he asked suddenly, “It’s hot out, you’ll need like bottled water and shit”

It took you a second but you shook your head in response. You shrugged, “Not a damn clue where anything is in this neighbourhood, but I’ll… figure it out”

“I could show you?”

Your eyebrows shot up your forehead “Really? You…umm… you don’t have too. That’s okay”

New city, complete stranger in your apartment offering to show you around the neighbourhood – this was starting to feel kinda ‘victim of a new Netflix documentary’. But his smile and soft eyes were inherently disarming.

“Nah it’ll be fun” he grinned, “I’ve gotta get some milk anyway… come on!”

He bounded out of the room and you had to bite your bottom lip to keep back a giggle. He was surprisingly bouncy for one so large.

“You strike me as the kinda guy that drinks milk straight from the carton” you said to him jokingly, following him close behind and grabbing your keys from where they had been left in the lock.

You had to stop dead in your tracks when you realised he’d halted straight in front of you and was eyeing you suspiciously, “How did you know that?”

And off he went again. Smiling to yourself you pulled the door shut and jogged after him, his long legs carrying him half way down the stairs in an instant. Your new neighbour was… interesting.

Adam was waiting for you on the street, bouncing a little back and forth from toe to heel. “Ready to go?” he beamed at you and held out his arm for you to take. You giggle, eyebrows still furrowed in mild confusion at how friendly this complete stranger was being. Linking your arm with his, the long strides he took tugged you forward.

The voice in the back of your mind told you, with a coy smile, that you weren’t going to get rid of this new friend anytime soon. And honestly? You didn’t think you minded all that much.

[glassbxttless]

Hi! Here is where all of my older work and characters I no longer write for will be linked! Note, that I DO NOT write for some of these characters any longer but I wanted to keep them up to share! For characters I do write, check out my writing rules page!

This content is 18+— Smut is indicated with *

**as of 03.27.23 this list is still being updated**

( CLYDE LOGAN X F!READER )

Valentine

Dad!Clyde // one , two , three , four

Kiss Me Again

Help Me Get Rid of This Asshole

All Day, All Night*

Wedding Date*

After Shower Special*

See You at Home*

Ohio Bound*

Mother’s Day

There Ain’t No Skiin’ in West Virginia

Kitty Eatin’ at the Duck Tape*

Mama Bear’s Spa Day

Homecoming

A Quick Dip

Just a Gallon of Milk

Someone Borrowed*

Hey Bartender

Do You Mind?

Showering in Adoration*

( ADAM SACKLER X F!READER )

As You Grew, So Did We*

Talking Body*

Tongue Tied

Becoming a Dad

Pretty Please?*

Banana Pudding*

Earn It*

( FLIP ZIMMERMAN X F!READER )

Call Me That Again*

I Want to Spend My Life with You

What Do You Think?*

Actirasty*

Holiday Party*

Mark You Mine*

Truth or Dare*

My Girl*

Daddy’s Good Girl*

“I’m Sorry, Sugar.”*

Hiking to the Falls*

Your Parents’ House*

Our Marriage Story

Did You Eat?

Marlboro*

Happy Holidays

( DANIEL JONES X F!READER )

( PHILLIP ALTMAN X F!READER )

( CHARLIE BARBER X F!READER )

( RONNIE PETERSON X F!READER )

( BEN SOLO/KYLO REN X F!READER )

( RICK SMOLAN X F!READER )

( JUDE X F!READER )

( PAUL SEVIER X F!READER )

( HENRY MCHENRY X F!READER )

( JASON ROBERTS X F!READER )

( AL CODY X F!READER )

( ADAM X F!READER )

( ALLAN X F!READER )

( PATERSON X F!READER )

( MAURIZIO GUCCI X F!READER )

( MATT SOLO X F!READER)

[mrs-gucci]

week one recap: sextember 2023

we're officially a week into sextember and it's been a blast so far!! I'm very proud of myself for sticking to it and keeping up my pace on writing. I'm really enjoying doing this for y'all and I hope you're enjoying the pieces!

more fics are on the way and will be posted up until sextember wraps next friday (sept. 23rd).

** as the event title suggests, all of these works have SMUT. so minors stay away, do not interact with these works or any of my 18+ content. **

here's a list of all the works that were released on week one of sextember:

Drive-In {flip zimmerman x reader} (525 words)

Fireside {clyde logan x reader} (1.19k words)

My Pumpkin {adam sackler x reader} (1.13k words)

A Masked Escapade {jacques le gris x reader} (1k words)

****

sextember taglist: @rynwritesstuff @safarigirlsp @babbushka @mrs-zimmerman

if you’d like to be tagged in future sextember works, please let me know via comment on this post or the original sextember post!

[thetorturerwrites]

"We're gonna drug you tonight," Adam said with a leering grin.

You stared at him for a long moment, your brain misfiring. You should have a logical reason to say no right at the tip of your tongue because rational people don't let their step-brothers drug them, but you couldn't think of a single reason not to.

After you'd been fucking regularly for a while, the Sackler brothers got restless and began experimenting. Could Adam get you to suck his dick in his dressing room? Could Ben bend you over the back railing and send your shouts down the beach? Could the two of them rail you on video until you were a drooling, sticky mess?

Turns out yes, they could.

And further, it turns out the idea of them drugging you only made your thighs twitch and your mouth water. With your inner bimbo already buzzing, what else could you say?

"Okay..."

[pxgeturner]

pls send in miguel, quaritch, bucky, or adam driver character thirsts pls i’m in need ‼️

[wildgirllz]

Adam Driver P-Links

Anal With Flip (sounds like him too 😩 )

Pretty tummy bulge with Kylo

Another bonus tummy bulge

Adam using you

Sackler gets needy

Clyde can’t get enough

[roanniom]

First Date

Adam Sackler x Reader

Warnings: PIV sex, dirty talk (that’s somehow sweet?!)

I went on a date yesterday and it was fine and the guy was ok but he was awkward and it just made me think about Adam Sackler on an awkward first date.

Usually I imagine falling for him after knowing him - working with him or having mutual friends - so you already have that initial barrier broken down.

But like meeting him off of hinge?

He would be so fucking awkward. Say all the wrong things. Be super inappropriate.

And then STILL ask you to come back to his place.

You might tell him that you have no intention of having sex on the first date and he shakes his head vigorously. Says the invitation is for some other innocuous reason - come see that canoe-sized replica of a Viking ship he’s been crafting or some shit. And in spite of yourself you’re curious so you say yes and make the short walk to his place, very conscious of the fact that he keeps touching your arm any time he speaks, finding excuses to make contact with you. And it is SO obvious. So heavy handed. But somehow you’re not too bothered.

In his apartment he does show you the canoe and it does look like a mini Viking ship. He asks if it impresses you and you shrug, honest.

“But what would impress you?” He asks, hands stuffed in his pockets from where he stands, across the room from you with the 3/4 finished canoe between you.

“Impress me?” You ask, laughing at such an absurd, forward question. “It’s a date, not a cirque de solei show.”

“So contortion? Aerial acrobatics? That’s what does it for you?” Adam’s smile is lopsided and you bite your lip.

“Nothing hotter than a well executed handstand,” you joke.

Suddenly Adam is pushing his tools aside to open up space on the floor before cartwheeling into a messy handstand, his jean-clad legs flailing and bending at the knee.

“Adam!” You shriek out as he practically careens into you before righting himself. You’re laughing so hard you’re doubled over and grabs onto your shoulders to get your attention, barking out breathless laughs himself.

“So was that hot?”

“No it was a mess!” You say, shaking your head and looking up at him. He tries to grimace at the critique but his smile at your laughter wins out.

“Oh yeah? What are you a gymnast? Can you do better?”

“Yeah I can actually,” you respond, lifting your chin defiantly. “Watch this.”

You drop your bag down on the cluttered surface of a nearby table and go to find your handstand but stop short,

“Fuck,” you mutter.

“What?”

You look back at Adam over your shoulder.

“I forgot I’m wearing a skirt.”

“And?”

“And if I do a handstand it’ll fall down and expose me.”

“And that’s bad why?” The cheeky grin makes you want to slap him but there’s also something innocent about it beneath the douchey exterior. He says what he thinks unfiltered.

“Ok horn dog, if I’m going to do this then you’re going to help me,” you pivot, grabbing him by the arm to join you in the open space on the floor.

“How can I help you?” he asks, stepping into you and automatically putting his massive hands on your waist, squeezing. Your stomach swoops at the contact. It’s been a long time and a lot of bad dates, it hadn’t hit you how much you’ve been craving physical contact. But you make yourself swipe away his touch.

“You’re going to hold up my skirt when I’m upside down.”

“To protect your modesty, m’lady?” he snorts, adopting an absurd pseudo-British accent.

“Indeed. And you’ll do it good sir. If you are a gentleman,” you say over your shoulder, stepping into position and getting ready to make your headstand. He waves his hand and bows, gesturing for you to go.

When you drop into your handstand, you feel your skirt flutter around your body along with a grunted fuck and shuffle of movement before you feel the fabric bunched and Adam’s grip keeping it in place around your thighs.

“Ok fine. This is a good handstand,” he says grudgingly.

“So does it impress you?” you tease.

“Yeah. You were right. It’s really fucking hot,” he agrees and you start laughing so hard you lose your balance. Adam catches you as you start to topple over, grabbing you around the middle and flipping you upright in his arms.

“A gentleman and a hero,” you joke, looping your arms around his neck loosely.

You expect him to drop you down to your feet but he doesn’t, instead continuing to hold you aloft with ease. He takes in the sight of your body in his arms before settling his gaze on your face. At first his intense stare feels unnerving, but it gives you a chance to take in his visage. Puppy dog eyes drooping as he watches you. Patches of facial hair that you have the sudden urge to scratch your nails through. Full lips that part as his breath speeds up.

And you realize you have a choice. While a dinner, you weren’t really sure how you felt about Adam. You’d met on a dating app and decided to give him a chance with very little to go off of apart from your therapist’s enthusiastic encouragement to “take risks and meet more people.” You could still extricate yourself from his grasp, thank him for an interesting evening, and head home to a pint of ice cream and a podcast.

Or.

Or you could see what lies waiting beyond that slightly unhinged look in his eyes. Though he’s a bit inappropriate, he’s been pretty respectful. He’s intelligent, that much you’ve gleaned. He’s good looking - fuck he’s good looking. You kept missing the punch lines to his tasteless jokes during dinner because you kept zoning out imagining what it would be like to climb him like a tree. Or to have all of the hulking weight of his large body baring down on you, your back sinking into a mattress.

Ultimately, you choose the latter.

You lunge forward, pulling him to you with the arms around his neck and pressing your lips together forcefully. He’s stunned at first and for a second it is only you applying pressure. But then your back is slammed against the nearest wall and he’s matching your enthusiasm. Exceeding it.

He rearranges you in his arms so that your thighs are on either side of his body, pelvises pressed to one another. Beginning a gyrating rhythm as your body awakens to a new feeling of need.

You want him. His hands grip the globes of your ass and he sucks on your neck when you break away to gasp for air. You want this strange, tall, unreadable, awkward, sexy man. And you don’t know what this means, or what tomorrow brings, but tonight you need to find out what this is like.

“Adam,” you say, and it comes out more breathless than you intend.

“Yeah?” He asks, leaning back up.

“Will you please fuck me?”

You’re not sure how it is that you suddenly find yourself flat on your back on a bed. Maybe you were nearer to his bedroom than you’d realized, having not fully paid attention to your surroundings when he’d invited you in.

Adam nudges your thighs apart and settles his body between your open legs, pressing kisses to your throat, your collar bone.

“Are you always this polite when you wanna be railed?” He whispers in your ear. A thrill runs down your spine.

“You know what they say about catching more - oh my god.” He sucks on a particularly sensitive spot of your throat and your toes curl. “Whatever - something with honey.”

“You catch more dick with honey?” he asks, thrusting his pelvis against yours pointedly. You laugh.

“Something like that.” Your hands fist in his shirt and you pull him down to kiss you again. His tongue slides into your mouth and you moan. A large hand closes over yours and pulls it between you, pressing your palm to what feels to be an impressive bulge.

“Now that you’ve caught this dick, what are you going to do with it?”

You clamp your legs around him and shove, urging him to roll onto his back which he does immediately. Once your positions are reversed you straddle his hips and lower yourself down onto said impressive bulge. Your skirt fans out around you, hiding your meeting pelvises as you roll your hips, but beneath the fabric you’re left to feel his hardening length through his jeans in nothing but your thin cotton underwear.

“Well I can do…this with it,” you say quietly, rolling your hips so that the ridge of his clothed member settles between your pussy lips through the fabric. Adam grits his teeth and grips your hips, shifting your body to encourage more movement. You laugh and swat at his hands. “You asked what I was going to do with it, not what you were going to do with it.”

“Yeah I guess you’re right,” Adam agrees, loosening his grip. As you grind against him some more his eyes search your body, as if looking for something. Then his eyes light up. “Can I - may I - play with your tits? See I can be polite, too.”

You almost snort a laugh in response but he looks so genuine and you nod. His hands slide up from your hips to your breasts, cupping them almost reverently through the thin material of your shirt. Your bra seems to be an unwanted deterrent because he yanks down on the neck of your shirt and pops your breasts out of their cups, freeing your nipples to pebble from the cool air and his attention.

“Fffuuuuck,” Adam moans and he sits upright and presses his face to the valley between your breasts, pushing them in on him from either side. He hums into your cleavage and the vibrations tickle, making you shriek out another giggle and grip at the hair on the back of his head.

He looks up from between your breasts, eyes glazed.

“Don’t stop,” he mutters and you realize you’d halted your movements with the distraction of this new stimulation. So you start grinding against him again and he gazes up at you as he takes a nipple into his mouth, teasing the other between his thumb and forefinger. You inhale sharply and your hips stutter. Adam moved to the other nipple, laving it with his tonguing before sucking it into his mouth.

“Holy shit,” you manage to grit out. Adam grins at you, straightening back up into a sitting position. His hands go back to covering your breasts, massaging them and squeezing them at intervals. You moan and arch into his touch.

“You like that?” You nod vigorously but Adam repeats the question. “You like that? You like it when I play with your tits, huh?”

“Yeah,” you manage to mumble, grinding harder against him.

He eyes you before reaching under your skirt and rooting around blindly till he finds the apex of your legs where it presses against his erection.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet. I’ve barely touched you, baby.” He’s right. You’ve soaked through your panties in the unrelenting pursuit of pressure against his denim bulge. Suddenly you feel an extra pressure. A focused pressure as he uses his finger to rub at the hood of your mound through your panties. You tilt your hips and suddenly he’s pressing just right, making contact with your aching clit through the soaked material.

“Oh god oh god oh…” you gasp as you speed up your grinding. You feel good, really good. You could come from this, with a little more time and effort. But everything is sped up exponentially when he grabs your left breast with his free hand and dips his head down to your right breast and sucks at the pillowy flesh.

“Oh fuck - god. Adam fuck,” is all you manage to get out, hands fisted in his hair and keeping his face where it is as you convulse on top of him. Your little hole constricts around nothing and you grind down against his length trying to get as much contact as possible as your body is wracked with shakes.

Adam pulls off your breast then and looks at you with a particularly proud grin.

“Did you just fucking cum?” he asks. You try to bury your head in his neck so you don’t have to answer the question. His hand pulls out from under your skirt and he grips your waist, reversing your position so that you are once again on your back.

Your chest rises and falls with your heavy breathing, shirt and bra still pulled down so that your breasts are exposed. Adam yanks you closer to him and you squeal, but the squeal turns into a moan when he pulls your legs wide open and scoots in between them. He bunches your skirt up so that it lays around your stomach, exposing your lower half to him as well.

“Holy shit baby. You always this wet when you cum or is this all just for me?”

“It’s f-for you,” you manage to mutter. You’re not well versed in dirty talk, but this man seems to love it and his words have turned you on this much this far, so it can’t hurt to participate.

Adam groans in response to your words. He slowly peels off your wet panties, tossing them over the side of the bed before clambering off.

“Could you…fuck,” he grumbles, getting distracted by the look of you spread out on the bed. He runs a hand through his hair in frustration before reaching down and unbuttoning his jeans. “Could you take that shit off?”

You look down at yourself - where all the clothing you were wearing had bunched around your middle having been either yanked down or yanked up. You pull off the shirt and bra in one movement, eager not to lose sight of the man before you for long. Not with how it feels to watch him watch you as he pulls off his own shirt - that masculine tug at the back of the collar which rips the fabric up and over his head. You’d been bracing yourself against his broad chest and abdomen while grinding on him, and you’d felt the hardness there, but you weren’t prepared for the sight of his mouthwatering muscles.

As he goes to unzip his jeans you remember you aren’t finished with your task, so you pull your skirt down over your hips, hinging so that your breast are shown to their best advantage.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he breathes and it catches you off guard. Yeah there’s an expletive in the sentence, but he said “gorgeous” instead of hot. And you’re not sure why that sends tingles throughout your body. You finish pulling your skirt off and lean back against the bed, propping yourself up on the pillows up by the headboard. Watching as Adam eases his jeans and briefs off in one fell swoop.

He stands before you, naked. Just like you are. His cock is purpling at the tip. Large, swollen, heavy. He takes it in hand and strokes it a few times. Watching him do so from a distance makes your pussy clench. You squeeze your thighs together, trying to hide your body’s automatic eagerness.

“No, keep them open,” he grunts out. You hesitate, opening your legs just a little. Adam shakes his head. “No spread yourself out for me. Let me see you.”

There’s something intimate in the phrase “let me see you.” Arguably more intimate than when you’d just rutted yourself to orgasm in his clothed hard on not moments ago. You oblige him and open you legs wide, exposing the glistening slit of your pussy, dripping with cum and arousal.

“Fuck.” Adam bites down on the word and his fist moves faster on his cock. A knee sinks to the mattress and he clambers back on, crawling till he’s between your thighs, adjusting you so that your legs are wound around him.

The underside of his cock slides through your juices till his head taps your sensitive clit. You all but gasp.

“So you wanted me to fuck you?” He asks. You nod but he drops down to his forearms so he’s closer to you. He licks the shell of your ear before whispering. “I said…you wanted me to fuck you?“

“Yes, please fuck me, Adam.” It comes out as a whine but you sound stronger than you expected you would with how all of your nerves are shot from anticipation.

Adam reaches between you and presses his dick into you, not entering your hole yet but giving you something to rock up against.

“Adam…” you whine again. He sucks a mark into the side of your neck.

“You want this cock?“ his voice is a hot whisper in your ear and you grasp and every part of him you can reach, trying to pull him into you.

“Yes. I…I want this cock.” You inhale sharply when he lifts his cock and slaps it back down lightly on your clit.

“Mmm but where did little miss manners go? Isn’t it polite to say please when you ask for something?” He asks, but you can feel his muscles quivering with the effort of self control.

“Please?”

“Please what?”

You let out a frustrated huff and angle your hips to try and slip him inside you but his lifts his pelvis away, making you whine.

“Please can I have your cock?“

“There’s my sweet girl,” he says with a radiant smile. He drops his hips and again slides the underside of his cock through the length of your slit.

But still he doesn’t go inside you.

“Inside me. Adam. Please. Your cock.” You’re babbling at this point. Tears of frustration welling in the corners of your eyes.

“What was that, sweet girl?” Adam asks, mimicking confusion.

“Adam please put your cock inside me. Pleasepleaseplease - ohhhh.” Your whines stop abruptly when Adam sheathes himself inside you. He bottoms out quickly and your legs spasm before settling back down around his naked hips.

“So pretty when you beg, baby,” he practically slurs. Pussy drunk already and he hasn’t been in you a minute yet.

“Please. Please.” You want him to move already, want the delicious pressure inside you to build.

And Adam obliges. He fucks you with abandon. Lifts your legs to rest on his shoulders, effectively folding you in half to drive into you harder harder harder.

“You’re taking me so well,” Adam practically coos, pressing a sloppy kiss to your collar bone. You practically drool, incapable of responding now that you’re getting exactly what you want and oh god. You can’t believe just an hour ago you’d sat across from this man in a restaurant, unsure of how you felt about him.

Now you know how you feel. Like you’ll never get enough of the feeling of being this full. Over and over again.

“I usually - fuck. I like saying dirty shit in bed.”

“I n-noticed,” you manage to say, humor beneath your breathlessness. Adam delivers a light slap to your ass and you giggle.

“No I say worse shit. Call girls names and - fuck. I don’t know. Make up fucked up scenarios.” He’s rambling and you’re barely following, your eyes glazing and ears ringing as the pleasure builds. But then Adam pulls you up and shuffles. Suddenly he’s sitting upright with his back against the headboard and you’re sitting his lap, speared all the way on his cock. Feeling him deep deep deep and it’s got you moaning openly, pitching forward to clutch him to you through the sensation.

“But with you I just…wanna be sweet.” He says it quietly. His words don’t register. Not now that his finger has found your clit again, massaging hypnotic shapes into the aching bud.

He doesn’t rush you, doesn’t thrust up into you. With his free hand he lightly grips your chin till your eyelids open and you take him in with unfocused eyes. Adam leans in then and kisses you. A slow, deep, sensual kiss that has you rocking back and forth on his cock.

Before you know it, you’re bouncing up and down on his cock of your own volition. Gasping and moaning as Adam’s own groans vibrate through your body.

“Adam,” you manage to cry out. It’s a warning. His eyes snap open and he looks at you urgently.

“You’re gonna cum again? You’re gonna cum, baby?”

“Yes. Gonna - ah. Cum.”

He grips your hips and guides your movement on him, helping your bodies hit harder, move deeper.

“Cum for me, sweet girl.”

You spasm on his cock, clenching and unclenching around his length while shakes wrack your body. You cry out his name along with a chorus of “please”. What you’re begging for you’re not sure. More of his cock? For him to come inside you?

You must beg for the latter because his mouth is at your ear again as you grip tightly onto him.

“You really want me to cum inside you? Are you sure?”

“Yes, please,” you let out hoarsely.

And with that permission he’s emptying himself inside you. Filling you up even more and letting out the most devastatingly delicious moans you’ve ever heard.

~*~

Later, after he’s helped clean you up and brought you a cold Gatorade, he settles beside you on the bed and drops a lazy kiss to your shoulder.

“Thank you,” he says simply. You scrunch your nose and laugh.

“You’re thanking me for sex?”

“It’s only polite.”

~*~

After note: WOW you guys. That wasn’t even supposed to be a lil thot let alone a fic. I started writing that last night just to say I went on a mediocre date and then this happened. Sackler is written a lot softer here than I usually write him, but I guess that’s just what I need right now. Hope it works for you.

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'How They React To You Being A Virgin' Headcannons with the ADCU Boys

Summary: Just a little blurb collection of how Sackler, Charlie, Paterson, Flip & Clyde would react to taking your virginity.

Note: For our friend Britt 💕 Thank you to my co-writers @saynotoshityouhate & @feed-the-rats

Warnings: Smut (all under the cut), dirty talk, pet names, talk of losing virginity, fingering (f receiving), PIV Sex

Sackler

Adam would be unsure at first, a little wary of being your first as he's very assured in how he likes women experienced. He finds their freedom incredibly sexy. So he questions you, testing out how you feel about him being your first, “You’ve never fucked before?”

Then as you keep talking, explaining your situation and talking about how you want him to be your first for everything he realizes how much it makes his cock twitch. He’s grown harder in his jeans knowing he’ll be the first to touch you, to make you moan and whimper.

“You’ve touched your pussy though, right?” he would ask bluntly and you would nod shyly in reply avoiding his eye contact and smug smirk. You explain how you’ve had orgasms before but not with someone else or because of someone else. Adams face lights up, eyes roaming over you as he makes a mental list of all the things he wants to do.

Then he’ll scoop you up, mid-sentence, making you squeak in surprise as he throws you over his shoulder and takes you to the bedroom. The way he looks at you when he’s dumped you onto the mattress makes you shiver, it’s smug and deeply hungry.

Adam has decided he’s going to bring his A-Game, he’s now made it his mission to make you lose your mind on his cock. He’s unprepared but he’ll make it work, planning on coaxing every orgasm in every way he can so you’re ready for him. His hands are on you quickly, rubbing and stroking at your clit.

“Let me show you what cumming good really feels like kid”

Charlie

Charlie is instantly protective when you tell him; his hands that were rough and grabbing at you just a moment ago when you’d been kissing him were now soft and tentative. He listens to you talk, silently taking in how nervous and unsure you sound. His eyebrows are pulled down as he takes in your words so earnestly. His chest clenches when you ask him to be your first, “Are you sure?” his voice shakes with the weight of the honor he feels.

When you nod he pulls you into a deep kiss, one that leaves you breathless within seconds. He’d gone so long without intimacy, even before his divorce, that he’s determined to show you how good it can be. To satisfy you in every way he knows how and maybe learn something new along with you.

Then suddenly he takes control of the situation, caring and forceful, talking you through each step like he’s directing you in a scene. He’s vocal, telling you everything he’s going to do and how. It’s methodical and the gentlest you’ve ever seen him. You bite your lip and nod along as he begins to caress and practically worship your body with his hands and lips.

When he pushes inside of you and you gasp, screwing your eyes up against the new sensation, he leans down and kisses your temple, whispering praise and encouragement into your ear.

“I’ve got you sweetheart, just breathe and feel me”

Paterson

Paterson takes this very seriously. His first time was rushed, and not with someone who truly cared for him, and he doesn’t want you to feel anything but love and safety with him. The two of you had talked about this for a while, not so much for your comfort - you were ready to go - but he was extremely nervous and cautious.

He arrives prepared with condoms and lube and your favorite snacks. He takes things extremely slow, kissing and fingering you open for what felt like hours. You finally grabbed his face and told him “Paterson, if you don’t fuck me now, I’m going to have to take care of this myself. I’m ready. I promise. Please.” His cheeks turned bright red and he nodded, kissing you one last time before kneeling up and rolling the condom on. “A-are you sure?” You rolled your eyes and groaned, slapping your hands against the bedsheets. “Yes! Please, Pat!” He chuckled nervously and leaned over you, caging you in with his long, lean body.

The sex was slow, thoughtful, and communicative. Paterson kept checking in with you, making sure you felt okay, that nothing hurt, and that you were getting the touches you needed to orgasm. He whispered encouragement and praise into your ear as he sucked on your earlobe and kissed gently along your neck and collarbone. He made sure you knew how beautiful he found you, how grateful he was to share this moment with you, and how loved you were.

Afterwards, he made sure you were cleaned up and snuggled up tight against his chest. He asked for feedback, the blush on his cheeks as you told him how good he was almost more satisfying than the sex itself. All he wanted was for you to feel safe, and he succeeded.

Flip

Flip Zimmerman was a notorious ladies man before he met you. Every stereotype of a slimy, womanizing cop could be attributed to Flip. He’d left a trail of broken hearts across Colorado. But you - you were different. You made him want to try to be better. You showed him his soft, kind side - the side that didn’t shy away from your nervous admission that would previously make him run for the hills. Flip knew you were worth waiting for.

Your first time with Flip was across the bench seat of his truck. He took you out to dinner, both of you indulging in a few drinks, to the point that you were both blushing and giggling - but Flip was still safe to drive. The minute you got into his truck and he pulled away from the restaurant, your hand was unzipping his pants, your small hand stroking his rapidly hardening cock. Flip growled, focusing hard on keeping two hands on the wheel until it became too difficult, and he pulled over into a secluded parking lot behind the high school. He threw the truck into park and pulled you into his lap, your back pressing into the horn, which made you both laugh. You made out for a while, grinding against his lap, before he pulled back and raised an eyebrow at you. “We doin’ this, sweetheart?” You nodded, smiling widely.

He reached under your sundress, pushing your soaked panties to the side, and pushed his fingers slowly inside, grunting through gritted teeth at how tight you squeezed his fingers. “Gonna hug my cock so well, sunflower. ‘m gunna go slow, kay? Just lemme know if I’m going too fast. Just want you so bad.” He pulled his fingers out, sucking them clean. He couldn’t wait to get you home and get you sat across his goateed mouth. He slowly pushed his thick length inside, listening to every whimper and whine, panting hot heavy breath across your face. He helped you ride him, his large hands gripping your hips tight. He sucked welts into your neck, his facial hair scratching your sensitive skin. He was loud, cursing and bucking up into you as soon as you felt comfortable for him to do so. He didn’t have a condom, so after you came, he pulled out and came into a fast food napkin he had in his glove box.

He held you tight as you both relaxed, his hands running up and down your back. He kissed you deeply before helping you back in your seat, throwing the car into drive and rushing you back to his bed for round two.

Clyde

You don’t tell him until the last possible second, like clothes are coming off when you finally pull away and tell him you’ve never done this before. He’s chasing your lips and doesn’t fully register it. He mumbles that it’s been a long time for him too (he’s only gotten laid once or twice since he left the Army). When you clarify, he stops entirely and looks at you in disbelief. And fuck you’re nervous. This is why you hadn’t told him. You’d been terrified of this moment, the one where he rejects you for your lack of experience.

“Well, darlin’, I wish you woulda told me sooner…”

Here it comes you think.

“I woulda done somethin’ to make it more special than this.” Clyde gestures vaguely at the rest of his bedroom and you stop breathing. You had been so prepared to get kicked out, you hadn’t considered that there were, in fact, alternatives.

“Woulda lit some candles or somethin’…rose petals maybe?” Clyde is trying to fill the silence while your brain malfunctions. “Darlin’? Do you wanna have your first time with me? I would be real honored but if that’s not what you want…”

That brings you back to him.

“Oh god Clyde of course I want it to be with you. Of course I do.” The tips of his ears go pink as he nods and pulls you in for a kiss, big hand on the back of your neck.

“Okay…okay,” he says when he pulls away, choosing his next words carefully. “I’m gonna take good care of ya and if I’m doin’ somethin’ you don’t like, you tell me to stop right quick, ya hear me?” You nod and Clyde swallows. You scoot back on the bed and lay against pillows, propped up on your elbows. Clyde doesn’t follow.

“Is there something wrong Clyde?” You’re starting to get nervous again.

“I- umm- I’m just a little worried that I…”

“You, what?”

“That I- er- won’t fit… since you’ve never had anythin’ too big up there before.”

You think it’s an odd thing for him to be worried about and assure him that it’ll be just fine. You’re confident in that until he whips it out. And now you’re unsure.

But Clyde is gentle and makes you cum twice before he even thinks about putting his cock inside you, once with his tongue and once with his fingers. When he does enter you, he’s gentle and slow, all soft whispers and praises. And he does fit, with a lot of effort and patience. The stretch is delicious and you almost never want him to leave you empty again.