#adam sackler x plus size reader

[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.

[carloswilliamcarlos]

Omg can u expand on this w adam & plus-size reader? “he’s touching you like this really to comfort himself “

Yes yes yes yes yeeeeeeeees

I genuinely think Sackler would be so comforted feeling up his plus-size partner’s body

Like I said in a previous ask, he’s body positive as fuck in the sense that he thinks all bodies are fuckin fantastic, ESPECIALLY if they belong to someone he loves

When you’re spooning in bed he loves grabbing and kneading at your ass and thighs, just squeezing them, patting them, even jiggling them

When you’re standing at the counter or getting dressed in the mirror, he’ll come up behind you, wrap those arms around you and squeeze at your tummy. A) Because he knows it tickles you and he thinks it’s cute when you giggle and squirm and try to escape his grasp and B) There’s something about the soft feel of it in his hands that just feels like home

He’s constantly resting his head on your ass, your tits, your tummy. You can’t count the times he’s fallen asleep with his head on your stomach, your fingers combing through his hair. He thinks that may be the safest most perfect place in the world.

And whenever he kisses you, he can’t help but squeeze and pinch at those little pockets on your hips, your ass, and even your inner thighs... though that always leads to trouble 👀

Feeling your body under his hands grounds him. It feels like you, feels so familiar and real and sexy and comforting all at once. You know whenever he touches you, it’s not just that he feels close to you... it’s that he feels safe and loved and right where he always wants to be

[iwishtobeastorm]

Hi there! Welcome to my masterlist 🤍

Okay, so I kind of felt like my old masterlist was getting a bit messy, so I made a new one, that might help you find what you’re looking for much easier! Go ahead!

Warnings - my fics will eventually turn 18+, so please respect that - minors don’t interact! Come back when you’re 18, this work will still be here, I promise.

✦ Tag list 

✦  AO3

* = includes explicit content

                                            Adam Driver CU fics

Kylo Ren

Au clair de lune* (Canon divergent AU - Kylo Ren/Innocent!F!Reader)

You’re a stormtrooper, serving as a guard of Supreme Leader’s quarters. You cherish the man ever since you’ve met him for the first time and your admiration soon grows into more. Then an opportunity of your lifetime rises in front of you and you decide to take it, but only Gods know if you have a chance to succeed and secure brighter future for yourself.

Oneshots

Now or never

Flip Zimmerman

No escape* (Canon divergent AU - Dark!Flip Zimmerman/Chubby!F!Reader)

You find yourself lost in the middle of a snow storm. You stumble upon a cabin in the middle of the woods and it’s owner offers you help. Little do you know that your savior might be more dangerous than the cruel weather of the mountains.

Oneshots

Crossing the line*

Adam Sackler

Just my type* (Roommates AU - Adam Sackler/Virgin!Chubby!F!Reader)

You’re a college student and you find yourself sharing an apartment with no one else than our favorite boy, Adam Sackler. He’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of and more, but is there any chance he could feel the same?

Oneshots

Dance-off

I do adore you

Clyde Logan

Eau froide (AU - Clyde Logan/Mermaid!F!Reader)

Clyde found his favorite place in the world a long time ago. What he didn’t know is, that the lake hides something he wouldn’t even dream of. And that little something is you.

Oneshots

Late nights*   

Paterson

Oneshots:

Home*

Charlie Barber

Oneshots:

Priority

Underneath the mistletoe

Only you

                                           Pedro Pascal CU fics 

Din Djarin

Cyar’ika* (Gladiator!Din Djarin/Female!Reader)

What happens when you, a slave, fall in love with Corusant’s favorite gladiator?

Cabur* (Alpha!Din Djarin/F!Omega!Reader)

Short series about how you find out your true mate is a quiet Mandalorian bounty hunter with the cutest green child.

Oneshots

Feathers

Forever

The relief

Cor unum

Frankie Morales

Oneshots

The most dangerous thing

The real beauty*

Study in red

Javier Peña

Oneshots

Hearts on fire

                                                    MCU fics

Natasha Romanova

Oneshots

Mommy’s dearest* (Mommy!Natasha/Chubby!F!Reader) Mommy comes home to you, her little, and rewards you for being a good girl.

Kate Bishop

Oneshots

In your arms  |  Your vigilante (kind of a next chapter)

Other characters fics

Will Miller

Body and soul* (Alpha!Will Miller/Plus-size!Omega!Reader) You and Will are together for a while, when something unplanned comes your way. Aka 3 chapters long series about how the two of you become parents. Warnings? Cuteness overload!

Oneshots

The big problem

Strawberry ice cream

Benny Miller

You were the right one (Alpha!Benny Miller/Omega!F!Reader) Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 Short series about how you find out that the friend of a friend is your true mate in the most inappropriate moment. Things might get spicy later *winks* 

Oneshots

The happy ending

[roanniom]

Sackler being all sweet and cute with his plus size gf pls ❤️❤️

Adam Sackler x plus size!reader

You never really needed a hype man. You feel pretty confident in your own right - never needed someone to validate you more than the regular stuff.

Sure, lovers told you that you were beautiful in the past and you’d always enjoyed the attention.

But that was all before you met Adam Sackler. Adam filled your life with many things - expletives filled the spaces in conversation, his long legs filled the extra space in your bed and on your couch, and praise filled the space in your mind where you’d always simply accepted your looks.

“You’re gorgeous, you know that?” He whispers into your ear when he walks up behind you in the kitchen as you make a pot of tea.

“Soooo fucking soft - fucking perfect,” he grunts as he dives face first into your cleavage during a make out session.

“You know I can’t keep my hands off you, baby, I don’t know what you expect” he states matter-of-factly, his hands squeezing and groping every curve and rounded slope of your body, even after you swatted them away because you are, in fact, on the dance floor at a party.

Sackler doesn’t just obsess over your body, of course, he loves you for your kindness, your intelligence and your humor as well. But he is the first person to make you feel totally and utterly desired. Your swells and planes and dips and angles are his to map and he does so gladly - with his eyes, his fingers, his lips, his tongue.

[glassbxttless]

Summary: You’re new to the building and fortunately for you— you meet the handsome, yet annoyingly loud, hobby carpenter who lives across the hall.

Word Count: 9,011 (combined)

Warnings: female reader, plus size reader, swearing, body image, mentions of weight gain, smut, body reassurance, hurt/comfort, sort of a slow burn?, slight infidelity

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[jynzandtonic]

HOLY SHIT I FINALLY DID IT, Y’ALL! A COMPLETE MASTERLIST! All of my writings are laid out under the cut. XOXOXO!

Last updated: October 4, 2021 (refresh the masterlist)

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 Aaaand just a quick reminder...

ADAM SACKLER - Girls (2012-2017)

- FICS -

MEET THE BOYS: Adam Sackler - (450 words)

an intro to Sackler in the jynzandtonic universe

The Show Must Go On - AO3 - (1.8k + 1.7k + 2k words)

{part 1} - {part 2} - {part 3}

switch!Sackler x switch!reader: “omg they were quarantined!” w/ anonymous webcam sex and edging

Cherry - (1.6k + ? words)

{part 1} - {part 2 tba; it’s on the back burner!}

Daddy!Sackler x virgin!reader: reader has a daddy kink and innocence kink, initiates a pre-negotiated roleplay scenario for their first time sexual experience

Swiped - AO3 - audio - (1.2k + 1.3k + 2k words)

FULL FIC + AUDIO or {part 1} - {part 2} - {part 3}

Sackler x inexperienced/virgin!reader: “omg and they were roommates!” w/ idiots-to-lovers, instruction, dirty talk

Cake - (1k + 1.9k + ?) - to be continued!

{part 1} - {part 2} - {part 3}

Sackler asks what you want for your birthday. You ask for DAT BOOTY. Switch!Sackler x switch!reader pegging fic!

What to Expect - AO3 - (30k+) - WIP!

ch.1 - ch.2 - ch.3 - ch.4 - ch.5 - ch.6 - ch.7 - ch.8 - ch.9 - ch.10 - ch.11 - ch.12 - ch.13 - ch.14 - ch.15 (epilogue)

You decide to have a baby via donor, but your friend across the hall offers to help out the old-fashioned way. Preggo/Babyfic feat. Sackler!

Whole - AO3 - (500 words)

There are days when it feels like you just can’t get out of bed. There are days when you feel like you’re broken. But with Adam, you know you’re never really alone.

Ask Her - AO3 - audio - (5k words)

When you let it slip that you fooled around with your best friend back in the day, Sackler asks if you’d do it again. When you say you would, he can’t seem to let the idea of the three of you go. Maybe—just maybe—all you have to do is ask her.

Basic Instinct - AO3 - (25k)

ch.1 - ch. 2 - ch. 3 - ch. 4 - ch. 5 - ch. 6 - ch.7 - ch. 8

It’s a lucky coincidence—when you’re desperately searching for a new place, Adam Sackler has a room for rent. Plus, alphas and betas make great roommates, right? … Right?

- THOTS -

Losing your virginity to Sackler

Adam making you cum while out at dinner w/ his parents

Sackler fingerfucking you on a rollercoaster

Facefucking and spitting in your mouth

Sackler screeching for cuddles

Sackler finding ‘innocent’ virgin!reader’s vibrator

Feeling needy and giving Sackler a sloppy, lovey BJ

Sackler teaching anxious reader how to give him head

Sackler wanting to see your lipstick smeared on his cock

Shy reader pulling The Lip Bite (TM) on Adam

Temperature play w/ ice cubes

Shy reader turning passionate for Sackler

What are the odds: wearable vibe at work

You and Sackler jerking each other off at a movie theater

Fucking you so hard you forget you even met your ex

Soft dom!reader overstimulating sweet Sackler

Adam eating your pussy on a hike

Riding Sackler’s face to shut him the fuck up

Sweet, soft sex with Sackler in front of your ex

Soft, sleepy morning sex

Adam loving on your teeny tiny titties

Gremlin!Sackler fingering the fuck outta you

Shit-talking switch!Sackler feat. some bondage

Catching Sackler jerkin’ it and playing with his titties

Some very possessive dirty talk

Adam finding virgin!reader’s dildo

Sackler ‘helping’ busy student!reader unwind

Proud reader fucking Sackler backstage between shows

Sackler buys you your very first vibe

Sackler pulling up your sundress and fucking you in the park

Sleeping in *ahem* too small of a bed with roommate Sackler

Sex that sent you and Sackler to the ER

Sackler in a healthy, communicative relationship

Sackler comforting a reader far away from home

Sackler with asexual!reader

- SNACCS -

Random shit that Adam says in bed with you

Pregnancy kink with Adam Sackler

Sackler’s nicknames for reader

Daddy!Adam Sackler daydreams

Misc Sackler hcs: dirty talk, sex, exhibitionism, domestic fluff

Songs on my Sackler “bedroom playlist”

Comparing the temperature of your mouth and cunt

Sackler eating out nervous!reader for the first time

How Sackler gives kisses

Dan + Sackler soothing your anxiety

Making grumpy Sackler BEG FOR IT

Bashful Sackler hcs

On Adam’s chaotic!switch tendencies

NSFW Alphabet: Cum + Fave Position

On seeing a usually self conscious partner feel confident about their body

Adam Sackler loves love

Sexy HCs: cum, masturbation, oral, kinks, pussy-eating

CLYDE LOGAN - Logan Lucky (2017)

- FICS -

Meet the Boys: Clyde Logan

Maybe - AO3 - (1k words)

breeding kink/creampie WITHOUT the possibility/goal of reader becoming pregnant

Clyde gets ASMR - AO3 - (1k words)

Your sweet boy Clyde is the first guest on your ASMR channel. SFW fluff, can you believe it?!

Solstice - AO3 - (3k + 1.8k words)

{part 1} - {part 2}

It happens every Winter Solstice–you shift into a fox and wander the West Virginian woods for the longest night of the year. When you’re injured in an accident, the kind local bartender takes you into his care. Little does he know you’ll shift back into your human form come sunrise… without a shred of clothing on you.

The Plunge - AO3 - (3.4k words)

Clyde's not too hot on the idea of you swimmin' all by yourself at night, so it's up to you to convince him to join you for some moonlight skinny dipping.

In Vino Veritas - AO3 - (6.6k words)

In Vino Veritas — ‘In Wine, Truth.' You open up your very own wine bar, but one Boone County bartender isn’t particularly pleased about it. When a rift emerges between the two of you, will you find a way to mend it? And is there really “truth in wine?”

Eyes Wide Open - AO3 - (1.5k words)

It's all anonymous, and you're so hungry for a lover's touch. You'll never see him; he'll never know you. After an hour together, you'll part ways and never cross paths again. You couldn't find each other if you tried. As luck would have it, you might not need to.

- THOTS -

Rowdy fuckin’ with Clyde

Clyde comforting reader after a fight with a parent/other

Touch-starved, babbling, dirty-talking Clyde

Daddy!Clyde fucking bratty reader while decorating the xmas tree

Clyde getting riled up watching you do stretches

Mirror-fucking and dirty-talk with Clyde

Phone sex with Clyde

Teaching Clyde to dance

Making Clyde do a homemade facemask*

Clyde wants a baby for Christmas

Admiring and loving on Clyde’s soft cock

The first time Clyde made your cheeks go hot

Filthy fucking at Duck Tape with Clyde 

Clyde’s very first time eating pussy*

Crying on Clyde’s cock

Clyde making you cum seven times in a row (for luck, y’know)

Facesitting with Daddy!Clyde

Clyde fucking your ass at Duck Tape after seeing your plug

Leaving the big city and reassuring Clyde of your choice

Waking Clyde up with some slow head

Sweet n sensual mirror sex with Clyde

Clyde comforting you with slow lovemaking

Clyde comforting isolated reader

Sending/receiving nude pics with Clyde

Corrupting sweet sub!Clyde

- SNACCS -

Clyde comforting sad reader (gn)

Clyde + breeding kink/pregnancy - part 1

Clyde + breeding kink/pregnancy - part 2

Clyde + breeding kink/pregnancy - part 3

Clyde with a lactation kink

Clyde taking care of you when you’re sick

Netflix and... cockwarming. oops

Riding Clyde’s cock. That’s it. That’s the post.

Marking his territory with creampies

Fantasizing about meeting Clyde at the bar

Clyde x SIZE KINK

Loving fussing over Clyde

High school Clyde (uwu)

Telling Clyde you want to have a baby

Clyde being protective of you

NSFW Alphabet: Oral + Jack Off

Clyde eating pussy

MORE Clyde and breeding kink

The first time you have sex with Clyde feat. SIZE KINK

Sexy HCs: creampies, pussy-eating, and pregnancy

FLIP ZIMMERMAN - Blackkklansman (2017)

- FICS -

Under the Stars - AO3 - (2.8k)

Flip Zimmerman’s always talking shit—even about the gear you’ve brought on your weekend camping trip. When the rain rolls in, will you help him out with a dry place to sleep?

Sweeter Than Honey (multichapter)- coming soon!

- THOTS -

Visiting Flip at the station to show him your new lipstick

Flip daring you to sit on a vibe for 20min (overstim)

Coming home to find you in lingerie + his flannel

Fucking you in the archives division and telling you to keep quiet

GOOD COP BAD COP feat. Flip + Ronnie

Mirror sex in a dressing room

Breeding kink w/ Flip*

Your first time with Flip - part 1

Your first time with Flip - part 2

Fucking the brat out of you at a holiday party

Flip taking care of you after a long work day

Lovey-dovey drunk sex with Flip

Playing strip-poker with Flip

Slapping Flip (hint: it doesn’t go over well)

Flip spitting on your pussy

JUST how much Flip loves you

Slow lovemaking with Flip

- SNACCS -

Flip’s kinks, fave things to do in bed, and aftercare

Flip cheering you up after a bad day

Visiting Flip at the station in your skimpiest outfit

Flip being territorial over you in public

L.E.O. boys on National Horny Day

Flip being charming and playful

NSFW Alphabet: Aftercare, Goofy, Motivation, Stamina, Unfair

Gender-affirming lovin’ with Flip (transmasc!reader)

Semi-public sex and getting caught

On the subject of Flip’s balls

Growing old with Flip

OFFICER RONNIE PETERSON - The Dead Don’t Die (2018)

- FICS -

MEET THE BOYS: Ronnie Peterson - (1k words)

an intro to Ronnie in the jynzandtonic universe, in which the ending of The Dead Don’t Die is gleefully retconned

Holds Two Nicely - AO3 - (2k + ? words)

{part 1} - {part 2 coming soon}

switch!Ronnie gets road head in the Smart Car, and reader’s gonna pay for pulling that type of shenanigans

This Is The Way - AO3 - (2.6k words)

STAR WARS ROLEPLAY SEX WITH MANDO!RONNIE

Bad Day - AO3 - (2k)

blowing off a bad day with some mutual masturbation + squirting

- THOTS -

Meet the Boys: Officer Ronnie Peterson

Hand kink w/ Ronnie’s giant paws

Deepthroating + dirty talk with sweet + spicy bby Ronnie

Rescuing Ronnie from the apocalypse and settling in the big city

GOOD COP BAD COP feat. Flip + Ronnie

Handcuffing and domming Ronnie

Ronnie can’t keep his hands off you at the PD holiday party

Sitting on Ronnie’s face... HE LIKES IT.

Mando!Reader doms subby Ronnie

Cockwarming as a form of dominance with switch!Ronnie

DOUBLE PENETRATION with Ronnie + a Clone-A-Willy

Ronnie finding you half-naked in a Stormtrooper costume

Thigh-riding Ronnie at the station

Ronnie overstimulating you with a clit-sucker + cockwarming

Giving Ronnie head in the bathroom at a frat party

Ronnie spanking you after he has a rough day skiing

Make-up snuggling with Ronnie after a fight

Virgin!Ronnie x virgin!reader thots

Sending/receiving nudes with Ronnie

- SNACCS -

Fluffy/dirty HCs for nerdy boy Ronnie

What are Ronnie’s hugs like?

How Ronnie dresses when he’s not in uniform

L.E.O. boys on National Horny Day

Dan + Ronnie on Daddy kink

Ronnie Peterson Tummy Appreciation Post

NSFW Alphabet: Jack Off, Zzzzz, + Dirty Secret

CHARLIE BARBER - Marriage Story (2019)

- FICS -

MEET THE BOYS: Charlie Barber - (550 words)

an intro to Charlie in the jynzandtonic universe, which occurs solely post-Marriage Story

Exit Stage Right - AO3 - (1k words)

Theater smut and a very protective, soft Daddy!Charlie

Special Spot - AO3 - (850 words)

Daddy!Charlie is stressed from work and asks you to play with his ass

Business or Pleasure - AO3 - (1.7k words + ?) - WIP!

{part 1} - {part 2}

CHARLIE BARBER x READER x DAN JONES THREESOME

Lost and Found - AO3 - (4.6k words)

You’re an artist in New York City patiently waiting to find your soulmate. But what happens if your soulmate didn’t wait to find you?

- THOTS -

Desperate, touch-starved fucking with Charlie

Cockwarming in the theater with Charlie

Charlie buying sex toys for reader

Building IKEA furniture + drinking wine

How Kind of You to Let Me Cum: etiquette kink with Daddy!Charlie

Counting belt spankings for Daddy!Charlie

Charlie rubbing your clit on the subway

Daddy!Charlie feat. squirting kink

Charlie comforting you after a hard day

Christmas party cockwarming with Charlie

Thigh-riding Charlie in his office

Professor!Charlie Barber fucking you in the library stacks

Charlie and a little bit of voyeurism/exhibitionism

Teasing Charlie like a little brat

Charlie fucking nonbinary!reader senseless for looking too good

Sleepy morning head with Charlie + erogenous zones

Charlie punishing you with edging, spanking, and overstim

Wearing Charlie’s hand like a necklace + mirror sex

Late-night somnophilia with Charlie

Distracting Professor!Charlie during office hours

Getting messy making pancakes with Charlie

Cockwarming for Charlie during his zoom meetings

Charlie taking his frustration out on you + aftercare

Student/teacher cockwarming with Professor!Barber

Falling asleep after sex with Charlie

Soft breeding kink feels with Charlie

- SNACCS -

Misc Charlie hcs: nicknames, sex, aftercare, + more

Charlie sending you gorgeous NYC lingerie

d-d-d-d-DADDY KINK + more

NSFW Alphabet: Unfair - remote control vibe

NSFW Alphabet: Cum, Jack Off, Fave Position, Goofy, Stamina

Charlie teaching you your manners before a fancy date

Daddy!Charlie on erotic piercings

Threesomes with Charlie: Adam, Dan, + Toby

PHILLIP ALTMAN - This Is Where I Leave You (2014)

- FICS -

A Great American Pastime - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Edging bratty sub!Phillip

Phillip messing with you during Passover Seder

Sudsy shower sex with Altman

Altman fucking you in the pool during a family bbq

Making Philly cum in his pants at a house party

Phillip buying you a naughty present

Pegging bratty Phillip

Phillip degrading + facefucking you

Handcuffing Phillip and riding his face

- SNACCS -

Phillip + Sackler on the BDSM test

NSFW Alphabet: Goofy, Motivation, Unfair, Volume

Spending Hanukkah with Phillip

Sending/receiving nude pics with Phillip

DAN JONES (au context) - The Report (2019)

- FICS -

MEET THE BOYS: Dan Jones - (550 words)

an intro to Dan in the jynzandtonic universe, in which he is still a Senate staffer and the lead investigator for the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence; this is not RPF

Business or Pleasure - AO3 - (1.7k words + ?) - WIP!

{part 1} - {part 2}

CHARLIE BARBER x READER x DAN JONES THREESOME

Long Day - AO3 - (2.7k words)

DOM!Dan Jones!

Consumed by his work for the Senate Intelligence Committee, Dan comes home to you tense and exhausted, desperate for an outlet for his stress. Lucky for him, his little dove always knows just what he needs.

Professor!Dan Jones AU - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Sensual phone sex with Dan

Subby!Dan with assistant!reader

Riding the fuck out of Dan in his office chair (drabble)

Disciplining Dan when he’s misbehaved

Semi-public sex with riled-up Daniel

Dan begging you to swallow his cum*

Surprising Dan with head when he comes home from work

- SNACCS -

Dan + Sackler soothing your anxiety

Dan + Ronnie on Daddy kink

Dan with a shy!reader

Aftercare with Dan

NSFW Alphabet: Cum, Jack Off, + Toys

TOBY GRISONI (GRUMMET) - The Man Who Killed Don Quixote (2016)

- FICS -

You Can, You Shall, You Must (multichapter) - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Distracting Toby mid-film by being a brat 

Toby eating your pussy on the train + getting caught

- SNACCS -

Misc Toby HCs: fucking, protectiveness, aesthetics

Misc Toby HCs: thigh-riding, hair-braiding, polaroids

NSFW Alphabet: Kinks + WILDCARDS

Toby mustache HCs

RICK SMOLAN (au context) - Tracks (2013)

- FICS -

Meet Me in Moab (Vanlife!Rick AU) - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Watching sub!Rick jerk himself off for you

Rick shooting outdoor lingerie photos

Fucking a very touch-starved Rick

Making Rick cum in his pants

Rick worshipping readers phat titties

- SNACCS -

Roadtripping with Rick

Rick tickling and teasing your pussy

PAUL SEVIER - Midnight Special (2015)

- FICS -

Sugar Daddy!Paul Sevier AU - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Praise kink with sweet Sevvy

Catching feelings for Sugar Daddy!Sevier

Sugar Daddy!Sevier comforting you during hard times

Paul spanking you with his file folders

Giving Sevvy head so good he cries

Overstimulating sub!Sevier

Somnophilia with Sevier

-SNACCS-

Sevier comforting sad reader

ALL OF THE BOYS

DOM/SUB x LAWFUL-NEUTRAL-CHAOTIC Chart

- THOTS -

Dirty texts from all of the boys

How the boys feel about stretch marks

Cute lil’ domestic arguments with Clyde, Ronnie, Charlie, Dan, + Flip

The boys with pregnant!reader

The boys on hickies and love-bites

The boys on period sex

Loving on fat!reader

Sunday morning snuggles and ~shagging~

How the boys would ask you to move in with them

The boys with a nonbinary!reader (they/them)

How the boys would spend a snow-day with you

- SNACCS -

The boys on thicc thighs

Dominant/submissive x LNC chart for the boys

Charlie + Ronnie comforting sad reader

~Soft~ hcs for Flip, Dan, Sevier, Ronnie, + Phillip

TRUTH OR DARE with Sackler, Clyde, + Flip - part 1

TRUTH OR DARE with Sackler, Clyde, + Flip - part 2

TRUTH OR DARE with Charlie, Phillip, Ronnie, + Dan

Top three boys with a breeding kink

The boys on the BDSM test

Flip, Daddy!Charlie, Clyde, + Sackler on being called ‘himbos’

A lil’ bit of clit worship

Sweet + spicy hcs with Clyde + Sackler

Sweet + spicy hcs with Flip + Ronnie

What kind of porn the boys watch/read

Falling asleep and waking up with you

What to do to get the boys weak for you

Must-have songs on their “bedroom playlists”

How kinky do the boys get + fave positions

How the boys rate in the exhibitionist category

The boys taking care of you when you’re sick

NSFW Alphabet: Aftercare with Sackler + Charlie

NSFW Alphabet: WILDCARD

NSFW Alphabet: Experience

NSFW Alphabet: Dirty Secret

NSFW Alphabet: Location

NSFW Alphabet: No

The boys with a transman (transmasc!reader)

What the boys sound like before they cum

On finding out you’re bisexual

What the boys are like when they’re drunk: Toby, Dan, + Rick

What the boys are like when they’re drunk: Charlie, Clyde, Flip, + Ronnie

How the boys give hugs

What the boys prefer to fuck

Reverse cowgirling Charlie, Dan, Sackler, + Clyde

What alcohol the boys like to drink

A few New Year’s Resolutions

How the boys feel about verbal debasement/degradation kink

Size kink with Flip, Ronnie, + Clyde

Favorite rewards for The Subby Boys (TM)

Romantic nights with Flip, Charlie, + Clyde

Reactions to participating in skin-care pamering night

On dating a reader who does camming

The Babie-Daddy-Gremlin Triangle

The boys helping you when you’re overwhelmed with work

WHICH OF THE BOYS...

Would be most likely to roleplay Mulder/Scully with you

Is most likely to cum on you vs. cum in you

Likes to be called “Sir” (for scientific purposes)

Has the biggest dick - part 1 

Has the biggest dick - part 2 (NSFW Alphabet)

Has the best cock

Prefer showers or baths

Is the dirtiest and softest

Give the best back scratches when tucking you in

Wear speedos vs. trunks

Want to bring snacks to sexytime (food kink)

Is an ass man vs. a boobs man

Would be into having a threesome, and what kind

Would want to have children*

Is the best at eating you out

Has the heaviest balls feat. @clydesducktape​

Love facials the most

Is most likely to eat ass

Do I ship with each other + threesome ideas : paul x rick threesome, flip x phillip

Like to dole out orgasm denial/edging

Is the cuddliest

Is most likely to fuck the bratty attitude out of you

Has an edging kink

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MATT THE RADAR TECHNICIAN

- FICS -

The Dungeon Master - AO3 - (1.7k words + 1.9k)

{part 1} - {part 2}

Matt plays D&D on Thursday nights, and you decide to interrupt him for a good dicking. You get more than you bargained for.

CHAOTIC DOM!Matt

-THOTS + SNACCS -

HCs: Matt the Radar Tech, Cameron the Actor, + Mr. Ketchup

HCs: very NSFW chaotic-dom!Matt the Radar Tech things

Matt the Radar Technician’s pet chinchilla, Greg by @rollerdiscodiva​

How you got together with Matt + misc HCs

A few Matt x chubby!reader HCs

Feral Matt the Radar Tech being... sweet??

What Matt’s cock is like

Feral Matt being a little sweet after sex

Crumbs on soft!Matt

Surprising Matt with some DnD cosplay sex

Matt + first-time somnophilia

Matt congratulating you for acing a test the way he knows best

Trying to give Matt a slow, sweet blowjob

Keeping grumpy Matty up late with some deepthroating

Sweet Matt buying you succulents

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SNL BOYS

-THOTS + SNACCS -

Wearing Christmas Lingerie while Daddy McTavish tries to work on Zoom

Your first Christmas with Mr. McTavish and Mr. Pennyham (Sleepover Dad)

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KYLO/BEN SPECIAL WRITING EVENTS

-THOTS + SNACCS -

Kylo’s guilty pleasures

Kylo fucking his hand in the refresher

How Kylo/Ben shows everyone you belong to him

Sub!Kylo begging you to let him cum

Tending to each other’s wounds after defeating Snoke’s guard

Dom!Kylo fucking your throat

Kylo/Ben and possessive behavior

Kylo and pregnant reader snaccs

Rough, post-battle sex with Kylo

Tending to Smuggler!Ben’s wounds (Mando!Reader)

Sucking Kylo’s cock in the refresher

Cockwarming in the throne room

Kylo watching you kick ass in training

Sparring with Kylo till he fucks you senseless

Daddy!Kylo Ren overstimming and spanking your pussy

Kylo/Ben taking care of you after a hard mh day

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SPECIAL WRITING EVENTS

KINKTOBER 2021 MASTERLIST

A full month of kinky prompts with all your favorite boys!

Love Letters from The Boys

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KINKS/TROPES - (will be expanded)

-additionally, all of these are tags that can be blocked 🖤-

daddy kink

hurt/comfort

virginity kink / innocence kink

pregnancy kink

breeding kink

size kink

fluff

body positivity

light verbal degradation / degradation kink

light bondage / bondage

light exhibitionism / exhibitionism / voyeurism

semi-public sex

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Last Updated: 12/30/21

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Hiya everyone! Thanks for your interest in my work. Under the cut I’ve provided all my adcu fics/one-shots/what-have-you’s. This list is a constant work-in-progress & will be updated regularly.

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Clyde Logan

Fics:

Honey, You're Familiar (Like My Mirror Years Ago)

Clyde x Female!OC

AO3 I 3.6k + 4k + 4k + 4k + 4k

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 * I Part 4 * I Part 5*

One-Shots:

Cinnamon & Chocolate*

A/B/O Dynamics & MMF Relationship; Beta!Clyde x Alpha!Paterson x Omega!fem!AFAB!Reader

AO3 I 7.6k

Charlie Barber

Fics:

Deep End Distractions

Charlie x Fem!AFAB Reader

AO3 I 4.2k + 4.6k + 4.9k

Part 1 I Part 2* I Part 3*

Ficlets:

Wildest Dreams

Charlie x Fem!Reader (can be read as Gender-Neutral!Reader)

AO3 I 1.6k

Henry McHenry

Series:

A Study in Henry

The Night, The Flame*

~~~~~ Henry x Fem!AFAB Reader

~~~~~ AO3 I 2.1k

Fine Line*

~~~~~ Henry x Fem!AFAB Reader

~~~~~ AO3 I 2.3k

Maurizio Gucci

Fics:

Gold Rush

Maurizio x Fem!AFAB Reader

AO3 I 5.5k + ?

Part 1* I Part 2

Kylo Ren / Ben Solo

Fics:

Shadow of the Sea

Merman!Kylo x fem!AFAB Reader

AO3 I 4.3k + ? + ? + ?

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 I ?

Ficlets:

A Shrike to Your Sharp & Glorious Thorn *

Kylo x Gender-Neutral!Reader

AO3 I 1k

Paterson

One-Shots:

Cinnamon & Chocolate*

A/B/O Dynamics & MMF Relationship; Alpha!Paterson x Beta!Clyde x Omega!fem!AFAB!Reader

AO3 I 7.6k

Adam Sackler

One-Shots:

Fever Pitch*

A/B/O Dyanmics; Alpha!Sackler x Omega!Gender-Neutral!Reader

AO3 I 5.9k

Impulse Control* - ADCU Summer Fic Exchange

Adam Sackler x fem!AFAB!reader

AO3 I 8.4k

Nervous Energy* - Marie Sackler Giveaway

Adam Sackler x fem!AFAB!reader

AO3 I 3.7k

Flip Zimmerman

Ficlets:

Likes, Loves

Flip x Gender-Neutral!Reader

AO3 I < 1k

Paul Sevier

One-Shots:

Dreamscape*

Paul Sevier x Gender-Neutral!Reader

AO3 I 3.1k

Rick Smolan

Ficlets:

A Night at Home*

Rick Smolan x SoftDomme!Reader

1.1k

Father Francisco Garupe (Francis)

One-Shots:

Moment's Silence*

Francis Garupe x afab!plus size!Reader

AO3 I 2.6k

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Old Ladies First Masterlist

Here it is! My First Masterlist! Do I know how this works? No. Also @glassbxttless made my graphics because they are the best fucking person ever.

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ADCU

4 AM Dad! Paterson - Paterson x Fem!Reader

Thick Like Honey * - Paterson x Fem!Reader

"You're So Golden" - Paterson x Fem! Reader / William McTavish x Fem!Reader, Requests

"Do you think of me sometimes?" Paterson x Fem!Reader , requests

"Birthday Blurbs Pt. 1" Paterson x Fem!Reader

I'd like to think that it would be tender * - Kylo x Fem!Reader -DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

The Judge - Kylo x Fem! Reader - Birthday Blurbs 3

Peachy's World (A Modern! Kylo x Peachy Self ship AU)

Introduction

Writer Wednesday

Needy Kylo Request Kylo x Fem! Reader

Hard Day - Jason (SVU) x Fem!Reader

Oops Pt. 1 Oops Pt. 2* -Jason (SVU) x Fem!Reader

"S*x Thing" - Jason x Fem!Reader, Requests

Silk Shorts* Blaise ( Del Taco Guy) x Fem! Plus size!Reader

"You're So Golden" - Paterson x Fem! Reader / William McTavish x Fem!Reader, Requests

"Dinner Prep"* Matt Solo x Fem!Reader, Requests

Others:

Cherry Pie* Clyde Logan X Fem!Reader

Summer Days* Clyde Logan x Fem!Reader

Birthday Blurbs Masterlist

Dirty Old Man* Jack Gladney x Fem!Reader

Mine* Alpha! Flip x Omega! F!Reader

Weekend Getaway* Alpha!Flip x Omega!F!Reader

Bundling* Omega! Adam Sackler x Alpha!F! Reader

Part 1 Part 2

Ai Mali Estremi, Estremi Rimedi* Maurizio Gucci x F!Reader

Wickedly Domestic- A John Wick AU

Chapter 1: Roommates and Puppies

Chapter 2: Coffee and Traffic

Chapter 3: Meetings and Breakdowns

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The Milk Man

A/N Hello I wrote this while I was in a Sackler mood yesterday at like 4 am and its the first actual smut I’ve written so bare with me! There is quite a bit of build up because for some reason I love establishing characters. It’s also vaguely  plus sized!reader but not strictly! Anyways, hope you enjoy & my inbox is always open for requests/feedback.

Adam Sackler x Reader

Summary: You run into an intense man in the dairy section in the dairy isle one Saturday Morning, and by Saturday Night he’s in your bed.

Warnings: SMUT! Spanking, name calling, Oral (F receiving), hair pulling, longer build up, and oat milk.

    Living in New York has its odd challenges here and there. There aren’t dishwashers in unit, rent is the price of one’s soul, people were colder, and grocery shopping was a drag. This Saturday morning was supposed to be relaxing, no work, no designs, no awkward booty calls from dudes I met in the club a moth ago looking for some action. It was all looking up until I looked in my fridge and remembered the Wednesday ritual was pushed back because of a meeting.

     With a groan I resigned myself to the reality that I would have to do some chores before I could allow myself the relaxing pamper day I deserved. Once I was out of my apartment, down a couple blocks, and at the grocery store I was relieved to know that on a Saturday morning it was pretty empty. Only a couple people that really just ignored each other as they passed in the cereal isle or the small produce section.

     It was an overall normal trip until I made it to the dairy section. There in front of the large selection of milk stood, what I could only describe as, a smoldering giant hunched over a comedically small phone.

    Usually in this kind of situation I would let them be, but he just happened to be in front of the only brand of Oat Milk I actually like, so it seemed like I would have to wait it out. This dude, however, was not one to mind social cues. After what felt like five minutes of awkwardly waiting off to the side for this dude to get the message and move on from the last bit of the store I needed before I could get on with my day, I decided he wouldn’t move without a nudge.

     “Ehm,” I cleared my throat softly, hoping that would alert him to my presence, “Excuse me.” The man barely grunted, acknowledging I was there but continuing to frustratedly channel into whatever he was doing on his phone. “Excuse me?” I said louder, hoping to get a civil response.

    “What the fuck do you want?” He finally snapped at me, actually turning to look at me. That was also the first time I was able to see him fully. The man was hot, I’ll give him that much. His tall frame matched by solid muscle, a tasteful amount of facial hair that suited the intense features, and now a scowl. A scowl that was presently pointed in my direction while I ogled at him. “What the fuck do you want?” he demanded again; this time much harsher. I took a step back, not really expecting this full-bodied giant to be yelling at me on a Saturday morning in the grocery.

    “Fuck,” I muttered to myself trying to dip into some of my confidence I gained in the years living here and finding it much harder to let his anger flow off my skin as it usually does. “I’m- fuck- I just need some of the oat milk and you-“ I rambled on but stopped at the sound of a deep sigh from the man in front of me. “I’m sorry, I’ll just-“ I abruptly turned, figuring the milk wasn’t even worth it anymore. The experience spoiled any hopes for a peaceful day, and the faster I made it back to my apartment the faster I could wallow in the new mood crashing over me.

     “Wait, shit!” I heard from behind me before I felt two large hands brace my shoulders. One thing the man didn’t expect was for my self defense lessons to kick in the second he grabbed me. I swung my elbow into his stomach, well because of his height it ended up being more of an elbow to the man’s balls. As I turned and backed away from him, I noticed in his hands he had the milk I was looking at earlier. Shit fuck fucking shit fuck! He was trying to give me the fucking milk!

    “Oh my god, I’m so sorry fuck, shit!” I moved to help him stand up, his face beet red a twisted up as he processed the pain, I unintentionally put him in.

    “Fuuuck,” he groaned out while he took some deep breathes, “I, fuck you’re a good shot… I just wanted to give you the fuckin’ milk.” He muttered out, still mostly bent over. Guilt washed over me in waves. I just attacked the poor guy trying to give me milk, even if he yelled at me earlier. Fuck, I can’t believe I just did that. My body heated up in shame, burning from the inside out, hoping that I could just melt within my own skin. The day only getting worse by the minute, I prayed that I would get to my apartment in peace so I wouldn’t cause any more damage.

    “I’m so fucking sorry,” I said again, not being able to emphasize it enough, as he began to recover more and more, and stand taller but not his full height, “Thank you for the milk.” I said still feeling the dark pungent shame in my chest. As he stood up more and more, he handed me the milk.

    “Don’t-“ he breathed sharply, still regaining his footing after being in pain, “Don’t apologize kid.” He muttered the name out at me and I wondered how old he was suddenly, or how young I looked trembling in the middle of the grocery store. “I was a dick.” He breathed and straightened fully, towering over me.

    “No, no, “ I denied his apology, shocked that he wasn’t pissed anymore, “I shouldn’t just go around attacking people, you didn’t deserve that.” I took the milk that I realized he was trying to give me still.

    “Nah, don’t sweat it kid,” again with the fucking nickname, oddly enough it lit a fire in me somewhere I hadn’t felt in years. “I should’ve known better than to just grab a lady.” He smiled at me, chuckling at his own joke and I smiled with him. His moods sending me for a bit of a loop, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle myself.

    “I still feel bad,” I admitted to him, he tilted his head curiously, “could I get you a cup of coffee or something?” I offered, hoping that he wouldn’t be too offended by the offer. Something about this man was drawing me in, his effect leaving me wanting more and more. What the hell is going on with me today?

   “Oh, I don’t drink coffee.” He stated, rejecting me bluntly and with that statement. The shame bubbled hire a fire burning in my cheeks whether he can see it or not I was embarrassed. Another time I put myself out there, thinking I read a situation one way, and it going very differently. My eyes suddenly very interested at the floor rather than the attractive man before me. “Shit,” he muttered to himself, “Not, I don’t drink coffee but maybe we could get lunch or some shit?” he offered with a cocky smile.

    My eyes snapped up to meet his, a warm feeling that for once wasn’t shame flooded my veins, I smiled at him in return, “Yeah we can get lunch and shit.” I replied easily, proud of myself for regaining some of that confidence I usually held. But then I remembered where we were, and that I had a cart full of groceries I needed to get home, it seemed he was coming down in the same way. “Actually…” I trailed off, not knowing his name.

    “Adam.” He answered and shook the milk carton playfully in lou of my hand, “Adam Sackler.” His crooked teeth poking out through his smile making my heart pound faster in my chest.

    “Adam,” I hummed, testing out the way his name felt on my lips. It felt like they were always meant to say his name. “Since you don’t drink coffee, which seems sac religious to me,” I allowed myself to flirt with him, testing the water, “And I’ve got a shit ton of groceries to put away, what about dinner tonight?” I asked.

     He laughed, unabashedly checking me out, my chest tightened hoping he liked what he saw, “Fuck yeah, dinner sounds great.” He replied confidently, boosting my confidence.

    “Alright Sackler, it’s a date.”

    After exchanging numbers, into his comically outdated flip phone, we decided to meet at the grocery store before dinner. I rushed home to clean my apartment, a girl can be hopeful, and get ready for any outcome of the date. It had been months since any person had given me any romantic indication, dating apps had long since run dry and I was tired of having to explain my size to people before they met me. Rarely after meeting someone, in real life, had they shown as much interest that Adam has shown me in the last hour. That meant I was hopeful and hope was a dangerous game for a girl like me.

    By the time it came to meet up with Adam I was a nervous wreck. My brain kept trying to convince me of the worst-case scenarios as I made the walk to meet up with him. All of those thoughts seemed to fade to black when I saw him. He was dressed casually, as I was as well, in a pair of dark wash jeans and a white t-shirt. He smiled when he saw me approaching, he perked up from where he was leaning and met me halfway.

    “Sorry if I’m late, there was a man trying to save the turtles outside my apartment and I’ve already out run him twice so he’s out for blood.” I joked when he was finally close enough to me. He laughed at my ice breaker, and I thanked all the powers at play that he had a sense of humor, he was shaping up to be quite a catch as long as his mood stayed up.

   “Don’t sweat it kid, I got here early anyways. Fuckin’ in my bones at this point with acting and shit.” He grumbled the last bit as he flailed his arms about. An actor? I’d never actually been on a date with an actor before, I mean with there being globs of them in the city for Broadway and whatnot. I always assumed they were stuck up about looks, and if anyone could be Adam was definitely a hot enough actor to be picky.

    “You’re an actor?” I asked coyly, hopefully digging deeper into the mysterious moody man.     “Yeah, also do some other shit.” He answered vaguely which only drew me in deeper to the mystery of this man. Who the fuck is he? And why the fuck is he so hot? “I know this diner just a couple blocks that way, does that sound good?” He asked considerately, and in that moment, I swear I could marry him.

    “Fuck yeah, I know exactly what you’re talking about, Lou’s is a fucking gem.” He responded with a grin, wide and unabashed, that made my heart flutter. But even when I made my way that direction, he kept his gaze on me, not in a creepy way but in a refreshing way. He acted like if he didn’t take all of me in now, that I would disappear forever, or that I would have been a figment of his mind. When I looked back at him a moment of sadness crossed his features, maybe it wasn’t sadness, maybe it was fear. He looked so young for just a split second, and I saw him, I really saw him.

    So instead of saying anything I simply reached out and offered my hand, and he grabbed it. With that we began walking back in the direction of my apartment on the way to the diner, and throughout the walk we talked about meaningless things like the mean lady that lives in his building to his morning run routine. I kept it light, trying to stay away from sticky topics before we sat down, but I also wanted to actually know who I was going out with.

    Once we were seated, the games began. Adam and I ordered before we got into a grittier subject matter but instead of just asking, Adam wanted to make it more fun. So, like middle school girls at a sleepover, Adam suggested we play truth or dare.

    “Truth.” I stated with no hesitation, what could he even dare me to do right now? It’s not like anything juicy could happen while we were in public.

    “Oh, come on, you scared of what I could dare you to do?” He taunted at me, still flashing his signature crooked grin.

     “I’m giving you an opportunity to ask me whatever you want Sackler, use it wisely.” I goaded him testing his waters, watching his reaction to see if he was game. His eyes trailed down to my shirt. Bingo, he’s interested.

    “Alright Kid, when was the last time you got laid?” He went straight out of the gate with a sexual question. The longer I spend with him the more apparent it becomes that Sackler might be a little sexually deviant, that thought only escalated the fire burning in my belly.

    “It’s been about six months since I got laid,” I started, “But about a year since I actually, let’s say, enjoyed getting laid.” I clarified, feeding into the building sexual tension.

    “Hmm, that’s a crime,” he responded, trailing his eyes over every part of me visible across the booth, “They should be punished for leaving a woman like you unsatisfied.” He murmured, leaning forward tracing a finger along one of my hands placed on the table. Every light touch, even if it looked innocent, felt dirty and drenched in the want I had for this man.

    “Truth or dare Sackler?” I angled my torso to him so he could see down my shirt, I could see his reaction, his eyes start to glaze over, his mouth open, ready. I had never been with a man so openly affected by me and at every move I took the opportunity to tease him.

     “Fuck, Truth.” He said, not really paying attention to what he responded with but more paying attention to the parts of myself I was revealing to him.

    “What do you think of me Adam?” I asked softly, some could even say sensually, as I retracted my hand and my body, ripping away the points of contact that he was latching to physically and visually. He suddenly retreated his stance as well, looking me in the eyes to see a knowing smile already dancing across my features.  He groaned playfully, knowing he played right into my hands.

      “Fuck, kid, what do I think of you?” He asked redundantly, “For starters I think you’re the biggest fucking tease and if we weren’t in public right now, I’d put you over my knee and punish you.” He began, speaking in a low threatening tone. Every word, every syllable, every fucking letter sent a shockwave to my core, shaking my resolve and tumbling every other instinct down. I let a soft delicate whimper, only loud enough for him to hear, pass my lips as I closed my eyes and leaned my head back to take in what else he was saying. “You’re a tease, but you’re also fuckin’ gorgeous.” I snapped my head open, not expecting a real genuine compliment from the sexual haze we were in.

    “What?” it slipped out of my lips before I could really do anything about it.

    “Kid,” he began, by putting his hand on top of mine and staring so far into my soul I felt like I was naked in front of him, “You’re so fucking beautiful, like I- I saw you this morning and fuck I think you might actually be perfect and fuck! Like even if you’re not, you’re better than that.” He said and I couldn’t remember the last time I had ever felt like this, maybe never. He was so different, and intense, but funny, and God I want to sleep with this man, but I also want to cook dinner with him and see how he likes his eggs, or what his favorite book is, and who hurt him. I want him, and he wants me.

    “Thank you,” I began, getting a bit shyer under the smoldering chestnut eyes, “I don’t think anyone has ever called me gorgeous before, or if they have, I can’t remember.” I explained, trying to brush it off as a joke, but he doubled down.

    “They must be blind kid, or stupid.” He chuckled to himself, “Probably fuckin’ both.” He smiled, and I smiled back, bursting at the seams, but before I could respond our waitress came with our food.

    The spell we were under before we got food was somewhat broken when we were eating, returning to the more casual atmosphere, talking about our jobs and whatnot. He was really interested in knowing more about my job which made me feel almost as special as before the food came, but I kept it to surface details for now. Adam had a lot of weird habits from what I could tell, he cursed like a sailor, and he got super intense then switched back to normal out of nowhere. Yet, despite all the odd facts this man drew me in every time he opened his mouth, he had me on the edge of my seat constantly. Throughout the meal I couldn’t help but wonder, what’s going to happen next?

    When we both finished our meals the tension from before began to seep back into the conversation in doses. By the time the waitress returned with the check it was pretty clear Adam was ready to get out of there, and I wasn’t much farther behind. While Adam went to fish for his wallet, I threw enough cash out on the table to cover both meals, not wanting to linger for change. Adam looked like he was going to protest, but I just offered my hand out to him.

    “I asked you out,” I explained, leading him out of the restaurant and back on the sidewalk. “Its only polite I pay since I invited you out.” I turned to him and realized he was much closer to me than expected. He took a step closer to me and his long shaggy hair began to cover his face.

    “I guess I’ll just get it next them then kid.” He offered with a smile and I looked away, feeling an excitement bubble through me for more. “We never did finish our game.” He said not teasing anymore, I looked at him and pondered for a moment before answering his unspoken question.

     “Dare.” I said confidently this time, leaving him to smirk down at me in pride. He puffed up his chest and moved even closer. He leaned in like he was going to kiss me but just before he allowed our lips to finally meet, he stopped.

    “I dare you to kiss me.” His gruff tone sending my nerves haywire, a chill running down my spin at the command. His eyes darker than I had seen them, only balanced by the smirk on his lips daring me, goading me to follow through. The final straw was the sensation of his hands settling heavily on my waist, keeping me steady and sure as I surged forward and planted my lips on his.

    From there he wasted no time gaining access to my mouth and invading each of my senses one by one.

    Touch; the feeling of his tongue languidly pushing against mine, fighting a war for dominance and winning without hesitation. His hands finding themselves roaming over every point of my body, and mine deeply nestled in his hair.

    Sight; the possibilities of what comes next floating by in my head in vivid detail. The sheer number of ways this encounter could finish, all unbelievably tempting.  

     Sound; the deep velvet groan from his dulcet tones when I tugged on his chestnut locks, the whimper that snuck out of my mouth when his hands made home on my backside.

    Smell; the dark woodsy pine notes of his cologne mixed the sweet vanilla of my perfume creating an intoxicating scent.

    Taste; nothing I’ve had in my life could compare to the taste of Adam on my tongue, the feeling of wholeness only grew. My wanting grew with it, wondering if Adam tastes good now, what other perverse acts would taste even better.

     Eventually the heated kiss broke, and the depths of Adam’s eyes told me everything I needed to know in that moment. “My apartment is just a block that way.” I spoke breathlessly, pointing behind us in the direction the night would take place. He threw his head back with a groan, a sight that sent shockwaves of anticipation through my body and to my center. He nodded his head furiously.

    “Fuck yeah kid, lets go.” He spoke, pulling me along with my hand to head in the direction of my apartment. By the time we made outside my apartment and pulled out my keys Adam sprung into action, pulling my back to meet his front allowing me to feel the full effect I’ve had on him throughout the night. His errection dug itself into the curve of my behind and suddenly I realized just what I would be dealing with for the night. Adam Sackler is fucking hung.

    His kisses trailed up my neck, his hips grinding into my body and the noises he was making were borderline pornographic. The task of opening my door was lost as I allowed myself to lean back into the pleasure, he was giving me. His hand trailed down my arm slowly as he sucked on a particular spot behind my ear that made my knee buckle in bliss. His hand wrapped around mine, that was still holding the keys, and raised it to the door.

    “If you don’t unlock that door now, I’ll fuck you in the hallway.” He threatened, no doubt in my mind he would follow through with the threat. I quickly refocused on getting my key in the door and getting this man inside.

     As soon as the door was shut, he had me pressed against it, mouth pushing against my own once again, but now his hand travelled under my shirt kneading my breasts in his large sturdy hands. I reached, clawing at his shirt to come off as he unclasped my bra from the back, which only succeeded in turning me on. Once his shirt was removed, he made quick work of mine, stopping only to marvel at the sight of my topless body. He stared for just a moment too long, doubt flooded my veins and my throat tightened at another failed encounter where someone didn’t like what they saw.

     Just as I resigned myself to my own fate, reaching down for my shirt, Adam took both of my wrists and pinned them above my head. Once again pushing me against the door and pinning me from any other means of movement.

    “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he demanded with a dark grit in his voice I had not heard before, his fire like anger only lighting the fire of hope in my belly once more.

    “I thought,” I started and as soon as I began to speak, he ground his erection into my core, effectively beginning my decent into madness. “Fuck, Adam that feels good!” I cried out rather than explain myself.

    “Come on little girl,” He teased breathlessly into my ear, obviously enjoying the act as much as I did, “Explain yourself to me.” He spit out all that came out of my mouth in return was a needy whimper and shuttered breath. It set my body on fire, turned my bones to jelly as he shifted to hold my weight for me.

    “I- fuck- I thought you didn’t like it.” I said softly, simply as the pleasure built with every thrust of his hips against mine. My back arched as he slowed to a stop, my eyes shooting open to see him looking down at me with furrowed brows.

    “You thought I didn’t like your pretty little tits huh?” he looked down at me, and I nodded softly, shyly up at him and his eyes softened slightly. He made the move to prop me up against the wall and move his body down. He kissed his way from my jaw down to my chest, finally settling with both his hands caressing my breasts. “You have,” He punctuated it with a small suck on my chest leaving a hickey a few centimeters above the nipple, “The most,” He took his sweet time worshiping every square inch of my chest, “Glorious tits I’ve ever fucking seen.” Finishing it off with an intense attachment to my nipple that sent earthshattering shockwaves throughout my body from the first real contacted pleasure Adam had given me all night.

    “Please, baby girl,” he murmured against my tits as he moved further down my body, “Let me eat your sweet little pussy.” He spoke, the dirty message matched only by the lewd and carnal tone he spoke with. Before he could anywhere with my pants, I took his hands and began leading them to my bedroom, which wasn’t too far away.

    He followed like a lost puppy trailing its owner, looking at me with wide and hungry eyes, taking in every movement my body made. As soon as I laid back in the bed, he made quick work of my pants, pulling them off with my underwear in one swoop. I let him handle me however he wanted and he moved with swift expertise that had my core drenched by the time he was done.

     With his hands stabilizing my hips, keeping them pinned to the bed, he sat between my legs admiring the sight laid out before him. He smirked at my disheveled appearance, trying desperately to hold on to my sanity and he hasn’t even laid his hands on me. Suddenly his tongue was on me, taking one long stride of my core before focusing on my clit.

    “Fuck yes!” I shuttered out when he brushed his tongue in a zig-zag on my clit before detaching with a sadistic chuckle. He explored every part of me, places no man had ever considered now have me careening towards the pit of bliss at lightning speeds. He took his time prodding at my hole while swiping his nose at my clit and in that moment, I swore no one was better at this than Adam fucking Sackler. My hands twirled themselves into his hair tugging harshly, making him pause for his own pleasure. Only then did I notice his gyrations on the mattress himself, which sent my mind into an overdrive of pride and arousal.

     “Your pussy tastes so sweet for me baby girl.” He hummed smugly into my pussy, the vibrations bringing me that much closer to the edge. He looked up at me, watching me fall apart as he brought his hand to my entrance working in a finger, beginning to stretch me out for him. “Your pussy’s tight, that for me?” He spoke, knowing I was way too close to orgasm for me to respond with anything but whimpers of his name mixed with any expletive that comes to mind.

    “Adam,” I called out, tightening my hands in his hair, trying to signal him for more. “Please!” I cried out, his pace slowing to a teasing momentum before he added another finger without warning. My head tilted back, losing all sense but the sense he was feeding me through his ministrations. I was teetering a dangerous ledge and with every thrust of his fingers he brought me to the edge. He took one last thrust of his fingers hitting the deepest part of me, paired with his tongue swiping my clit and the damn burst within me.

    Euphoria was flooding my system; I was floating in orgasmic bliss surrounded by nothing by the feeling of Adam bringing me through my haze and the smell of sex mixed with his cologne. After what felt like a lifetime of bliss, I felt him begin to kiss his way back up my body, taking special care of my stomach, sucking hickeys along the way.

    “You’re so good at that.” I murmured, still coming down from my high. He chuckled into my neck before coming up to my face and planting a big kiss on my lips. I immediately responded, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and bringing him flush to my own body. I could taste myself on his lips, his facial hair still coated in a layer of my cum, which only added to the kiss. “Adam, I need you to fuck me.” I said as I broke the kiss. His eyes lighting up again like in the living room, he moved away from me to finally take off his pants.

    “Condom?” He asked as he stood in his boxers, outlining his prominent erection pulsating in need. I only shook my head, moving to the edge of the bed where he stood to palm him over his boxers.

    “I’m on the pill.” I whispered seductively in his ear, he nearly doubled over in pleasure once the statement registered in his brain. He wasted no time taking my hips and twisting me around so I was on all fours before him. A deep feeling of butterflies reverberated in my stomach as I arched back into the hands he planted on my ass. He let himself groan at the sight of me before him once again, this time he had his hand moving over his thick cock.

    He rubbed the head of his dick over my pussy before catching it at my hole and pushing forward. The sting of him stretching me was not lost on him as he braced himself around me, caging me into his dick. He hissed as I clenched around him, trying to accommodate the difference. “Fuck your pussy’s so fucking tight you’re gonna squeeze me out.” He gritted out through clenched teeth, waiting for my signal to go ahead. His dirty comment only helped relax me, sending me spiraling in euphoria.

    “Adam, I need you to move.” I whined out, desperate for the friction he was made to bring me. He pushed farther and farther in until he was buried at the hilt. Both of us shuddered out, he filled me to the brim, his body made for mine in ways I had never felt before. Suddenly he pulled back and slammed back in with a deliberate force, landing perfectly on my G-spot. I cried out his name, the only thing I could remember at this point.

    “Yeah, yeah that’s it,” He praised my squeals of pleasure, “Say my name you fucking whore.” He spit out making my pussy clench around him in absolute pleasure. The way his hips slammed against mine, the way his hands groped at the cheeks of my ass, mixed with the things coming out of his mouth sent me into another dimension. “You like that you little slut? You like when I call you dirty little names?” He prompted me, adding a harsh slap to my ass to punctuate his thrusts.

    “Yes!” I cried out, burying my head into the sheets, letting Adam have his way with me exactly how he wanted. “Yes, I love being your little slut! Fuck!” He landed another spank, jolting me forwards on his cock. He retaliated by taking charge with my hips once more, grunting out insults mixed with praise.

    “Are you gonna cum? You gonna cum on my fucking cock you whore?” He stopped his thrusts, teasing me and my climax fading. “If you want to cum on my cock, fuck yourself on it.” He demanded, his hands kneading and soothing the damage he caused my backside already. I began rocking back on his dick, creating a similar rhythm to before. The harsh slaps echoed around the room and the lewd situation escalated my frenzy. “That’s its little slut, you’re fucking yourself so well.” He lost himself in the pleasure of it all, meeting my thrusts halfway.

    “Adam,” I moaned out, feeling the same euphoric anticipation building in my gut, I escalated the force trying to push myself to the place of bliss. “Adam, I’m going to cum!” I announced feeling the cliffs edge building and building. His hands trailing up my back and grabbing a fist full of my hair and pulling me flush against his chest, changing the angle so he was pushing deeper inside me.

    “Cum for me little slut.” He commanded, another hand wrapping around me to rub my clit in time with his thrusts. The bubble built higher and higher until I felt myself release for the second time that night. His thrusts continued, faltering as my body spasmed in absolute satisfaction, his grunts of pleasure travelling into my ear as he chases his own high.

    As his hips begin to falter their rhythm, he pushed into me for one last time before he let go and painted my insides with the ropes of his cum, marking me from the inside out. He wrapped his arms around me, collapsing us both on the bed, his cock still inside me, beginning to soften as he spoons me from behind. Our highs collectively lower and he is left trailing small kisses on the back of my neck and shoulder.

     “Where have you been all my life?” I joked once the atmosphere was returning to normal. He chuckled out, squeezing me into his chest even if I didn’t necessarily fit, and shifted his hips away from mine for the first time slipping out of me.

     He moved to look at me properly before saying, “Brooklyn.”

A/N: Thanks for reading! Let me know what you thought, my inbox is always open!

[desiraypark]

A. Driver Master List

(Works by desiraypark)

*As of October 2020, I do not write for Flip Z. anymore.

LONG SERIES (10+ Chapters)

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

The Skywalker-Rens Saga (aka Much Needed Assistance saga) (ft. Female Reader) (DISCONTINUED)

When the Sun Sleeps in Canto Bight (ft. OC - Blk/F)

Love in Writing (Finn x OC - Blk/F - Ben Solo is supporting) (DISCONTINUED) Drawing the Line (ft. OC - Blk/F) Phillip Altman Make It More Awkward (ft. OC - Blk/F) (DISCONTINUED)

MINI-SERIES (>10 Chapters)

Adam Sackler

An Old Friend (ft. OC - Blk/F)  Red Light (ft. Female Reader)

Charlie Barber

Christmas in LA (ft. OC - Blk/F) What’s in This Drink? - ONLY ON AO3 (ft. OC - Blk/F) (please read tags) To Feel Something (ft. Black Female Reader) Part I | Part II

Flip Zimmerman

Flip x Mae (ft. OC - Blk/F)

One - “Saturday Night Special” Two - “Earth Angel” Three - Untitled Request (Set after part four) Four - “Unlikely” Five - “Vulnerable” Six - “Snowflakes”

Toby Grummett/Grisoni

The Toby Tamer (ft. OC - Blk/F) Part I | Part II MULTIPLE Kylo Ren x Paul Sevier “Be Our Guest” Part I | Part II

ONGOING SERIES

Clyde x Sherri - a non-linear series featuring Clyde Logan and his wife, Sherri (Simmons) Logan, an original character.

Life with Paterson - a very self-indulgent series lol. Only on AO3. The OC is basically me lol

ONE-SHOTS (includes prompt requests)

Adam Sackler

Hungover Sackler (Request ft. Female Reader)  Enamored Sackler (Anon Request ft. Female Reader) Bored Sackler #1 (Anon Request ft. Reader) Bored Sackler #2 (Request ft Female Reader)  Round One - Only on AO3 

Charlie Barber Charlie Barber Dry Humping Request (ft. Female Reader)  To Feel Something (ft. Black Female Reader)  Clyde Logan Copy, Paste, and Scream (ft. Female Reader)  He’s a Winner, Baby. (ft. Female Reader)  “The Full Moon, I Say” (ft. Black Female Reader) Photos (ft. Black Female Reader)  The Dress (ft. Female Reader)  Love Me Tender (ft. Female Reader)  Clyde & His Drunk GF (Request ft. Black Female Reader)  Phone Call (Request)  Virtuous - ONLY ON AO3 (ft. Female Reader) Flip Zimmerman Wobble (ft. Black Female Reader)  Kylo Ren (or Ben Solo) Dangerous Kisses (ft. Female Reader)  Head Chef/Meat Chef (ft. Female Reader) (Chef Kylo/Ben)(AU)  Sorry - (ft. Female Reader) Possessive Kylo (Request ft. Female Reader) - (Druglord Kylo)(AU) “Show me your nipples” (Request ft. Black, Plus-Sized Female Reader) Our House - ONLY ON AO3 (ft. Plus-Sized Female Reader) Paterson Paterson Morning Sex request (ft. Female Reader) “I’ve been thinking...” (ft. Black Female Reader) Phillip Altman Phillip Altman Car Sex Request (ft. Female Reader)

Ronnie Peterson “Thief!” (ft. Black Female Reader)

[ducktapewriting]

IT’S FINALLY HERE!

hey y’all, it took me a little longer than i was planning but a few days ago @bookofbint asked for a rough/jealous!sackler x plus size reader and i finally finally finished!

i hope you love it, dear! sorry it took so long!

warnings: sackler in his rough, dirty talkin’ jealous glory. smut all around

You stared at yourself in the mirror, putting a few final touches on your outfit for the night. Every other weekend, you and two of your closest girlfriends left your boyfriends at home and had a little "girls' night out on the town". Tonight would be your first one of the summer, and you were so happy you could finally wear the new romper you'd bought the weekend before.

Your romper was mostly black, with vertical and horizontal white lines. It was a spaghetti strap, and there was a bulging neckline. You'd never been one of the Size 2 girls, so your cleavage sat front and center in mostly everything you wore. There was a small slit in the middle of your romper, and the shorts fell a little higher than you were used to, showing off your thick thighs, fabric hugging your ass.

It had taken you a long time to feel comfortable with your own body, since you'd grown up around so many people who were smaller than you, but one day you woken up and learned to love yourself and your body just the way you were.

Your confidence had only strengthened when you met your boyfriend, Adam. He loved how confident you were in yourself, and always made sure to tell you how sexy it made you. Whenever the two of you cuddled on the couch, he'd push whatever shirt you were wearing up to press light, loving kisses to your belly, and kneaded your ass in between his huge hands anytime he could. He loved making himself at home between your thick thighs, and spent hours with his face buried in your tits that filled up your bra wonderfully.

When you walked into your kitchen, you found your long legged, shirtless Adonis boyfriend. You could tell from his outfit and sweat that he had just come from a run. He was shirtless with a pair of shorts on, chugging a water bottle at the counter.

"Hey, baby!" You called to him, getting your keys and your purse together.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?"

His tone wasn't cute or funny or flirty, he sounded genuinely pissed. You turned around to look at him and his eyebrows were furrowed close together as he stared at you.

"Remember, I told you I'm going out with the girls tonight." You replied, walking towards him.

He circled the counter so he was closer to you and his eyes trailed down your body.

"You're not going out dressed like that." He shook his head.

It was really out of Adam's normality to try and control your nights out, and you widened your eyes at his tone.

"What are you talking about?" You wondered.

"Go. Change. Your. Fucking. Clothes." He gritted through his teeth.

You looked down at yourself, and for a second, only a second, and felt wildly self-conscious. You were about to scream and cry and cuss at Adam for making you feel that way, but then as you looked up at him and saw flames of want and lust in his eyes, you knew what this was about.

It was that your outfit was a little revealing, and there were some areas that you felt hugged your body too tight, or emphasized the parts of you that you weren't thrilled about. Adam, on the other hand, relished in them. He also knew how other men's brains worked. He knew that if you wore this tight, lowcut, short romper out on a Saturday night, those men would think of you the way that he did. The way that only he was allowed too.

"You liked this romper last weekend when I bought it?" You set your purse down on the counter.

"That was before I knew you were gonna act like a little slut and parade around for the whole world to see you." He spat back, coming towards you.

"Are you jealous, Sackler?" You giggled, wanting to lighten the mood.

Your quest, however, was not successful. As the last of your giggle slipped from your lips, Adam was behind you, pressing his hard cock up against you.

"You think it's fuckin' funny, huh?" He asked.

His breath was hot and heavy against your ear and you felt yourself clench between your legs. He pushed his hips into you again as he waited for your answer. You fell speechless.

"Think you're so cute gettin' me all wound-up? That it?"

You felt his right hand snake up your body and linger at your neck, pulling you slightly back towards him. You practically fainted right then and there.

To hell with girls' night, your friends would understand. You were ready for some more of your crazy jealous boyfriend.

"Adam..." You began, and he squeezed a little harder, making your face twitch into a smile.

"You know I don't like other guys lookin' at you." He whispered quietly. "Thinking they're allowed to touch what belongs to me."

Before you could speak, Adam's hand left your throat and was ripping at your romper straps, pushing it down your body and leaving you in your bra, panties, and wedges.

"Babe..." You breathed out, pushing your ass back towards him. He rubbed it gently and you knew what was coming next. He smacked your ass cheek hard and quickly, before rubbing it once more.

"Tell me, baby." He cooed. "Tell me who this ass belongs too."

Another smack.

"You." You moaned out, getting wetter by the second at his roughness and he did one final smack before shuffling to pull his shorts down.

You could hear him spit into his hand behind you, and you knew by now he was stroking himself. You turned your head slightly to try and watch him and he grabbed a handful of your hair, turning you around and moving his other hand your back, right between your shoulders.

"Bend over. Show me what else is mine." He grunted.

You quickly listened and let your chest fall to hit the counter, sticking your ass out, practically begging him to take you.

You hadn't even noticed he pulled your panties down until you felt his hard cock nudging in between your legs and you sighed loudly at the light friction.

"You're fuckin' soaked, shit." He said quickly, before thrusting into you full tilt.

"Fuck, Adam!" You yelled as his hips started moving and working quickly and harshly.

"I don't like when you tease me." He was now leaning over you, mouth close to your ear again. "You know you're mine."

"All yours." You agreed, your head resting back on his shoulder, exposing your neck again.

Adam got the hint and let the hand that wasn't caging you in against the counter and his body, trickle up your body and squeezing at your throat.

"If you wanted me to be a little rough with you all you had to do was ask." He bit your ear. "You didn't have to go acting like a little slut just to get some attention."

Your moan was muffled as his thumbs sank deeper into the sides of your neck, and you reveled in the intimacy and passion the two of you shared.

"My little slut." He mumbled as he felt you clench your hot, wet pussy around him. "Such a good little one for me."

Adam's words and hard thrusts and grips were sending you quickly over the edge, and you could feel yourself on the edge.

"I'm going to cum." You said, your fingers traveling down your body to find your clit. Adam's hand left your throat again and got there first, pushing your fingers out of the way.

"Where should I cum?" He wondered, rubbing your clit hard and fast. "Inside of me." You replied, pushing back towards him. "Cum inside of your pussy, I'm yours, Adam. Please."

"Oh, fuck." He groaned, thrusts becoming sloppy as he pressed into your clit with his thick fingers. You could feel Adam's hot release inside of you, and that combined with the pressure on your own body, you came loudly and harshly on his cock as he rode out his high.

The two of you leaned against the counter in silence for a few seconds, before Adam pulled out of you and spun you quickly so you were finally facing him.

"I fucking love you." He smiled, all of his jealous and rough demeanor subsided.

"I love you more, Sackler." You winked, then pursed your lips so that he would kiss you. He obliged quickly, laying his hands on your hips and he squeezed lightly.

"You did look fuckin' smoking in that romper." He said, without leaving your lips. "But, only for me."

You pulled away and rolled your eyes at him.

"Only for you." Needless to say, you apologized to your friends, but something had come up last minute and you wouldn't be able to make it. You and Adam spent the rest of the night eating take-out pizza, cuddling and watching black and white movies.

[weareallstoriesintheend]

The Neighbours - Chapter 9 (Adam Sackler x PlusSize!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.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

Note: Does anyone even read old ADCU characters anymore? Well if you do, here you go

CHAPTER 9 - PINING

Words: 1,888

Warnings: Injury, angst

Thankfully, over the last few months, you’d made friends outside of Adam. They were a god send as your relationship crumbled around you so quickly after it had begun.

Paula was a slightly older woman from your office that had taken you under her wing; she was brash and loud and spoke her mind at every turn. She was the exact opposite of you in so many ways but my god did she make you smile.

When Paula had gotten wind of what happened as you rolled into the office the next day looking like death warmed up she had immediately invited herself round for bottles of wine that night.

So now you were both sat on your couch, cross legged and facing each other, nursing very large glasses of red wine.

Your words were strangled as you fought back tears, “It just sort… came out of nowhere. I don’t know why he said it like that. Maybe he’s right.”

“No!” she shouted a little too loudly, “Fuck him! You try to talk him to about your feelings and he just acts like that?! AND runs away? Little bitch. Fucking MEN, so typical!”

Paula takes a dramatic sip of her drink to empty her glass adding a flourish of an end to her sentence.

“But he’s not typical,” you protested in a voice that was verging on slurring, “He’s not typical at all… he’s actually kind of odd.”

“Well odd or not I still think he’s a dick!”

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Every time you heard Adams door across the hall open and close your stomach tightened and your chest ached. Hearing his existence without you, just carrying on, made you curl up into a ball pulling your knees up and leaning against the cushions of your sofa.

Silent tears dripped down your cheeks when you heard him return, what you thought sounded like a plastic bag was rustling as he jangled his keys into the lock. He was quite loudly muttering to himself and before you could check yourself you felt a smile form on your lips.

Something felt like it had been cut out, like there was an unmistakable unmissable gap. So you wallowed, eyes puffy and red and knees up to your chest. You wallowed, longer showers when you could and eating nothing or everything. Everything was unsettled and you loathed how this ridiculous, bouncing, insensitive dick had walked into your life and then just took himself out of it.

Then it got infinitely worst as the sound of a lighter, feminine voice followed his. Without thinking you launched yourself out of your seat to peer through the door at them. Your eye pressed itself to the peep hole as you heard them still talking, you got a glimpse of a small woman with short brown hair and a pink t-shirt covering her back before the bang of his door cut them off. He’d brought a girl home, already. He’d walked out and instantly found someone else.

But the more you thought you realised he hadn’t walked, you had pushed. You’d made him feel unwanted because of your stupid thoughts and fears. You couldn’t have let yourself just live for once?

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It was late evening and the sickening smell from your overflowing trash can was driving you insane. Honestly your home was in a state of disrepair, lack of energy and copious evenings crying meant certain things had slipped through the net. But this one thing just couldn’t run any longer.

You got yourself up and bounced over to the piled high trash, feigning enthusiasm for your chores.

Grimacing you hauled the bag down the stairs of your building, door keys digging into your ass cheek where you’d stuffed them in your slightly too tight jeans pocket. Your eyes automatically avoided looking at Adams door as you stepped out of yours, heading straight for the stairs.

The soft pitter patter of rain greeted you as you approached the front entrance, judging by the slick sidewalk it had been pouring down without you noticing. Your little fluffy slippers that you’d chucked on your feet immediately slid around as you stepped out.

Scooting your feet you shuffled over to the dumpster, taking your time as you went. With a grunt you hauled the bag in and dusted off your now empty hands.

As you made your way back to the door your foot slipped on the mossy paving and your slipper abandoned you instantly. You flailed with a strangled screech and hit the ground hard. You cried out in pain as your knees scrapped along the paving, falling to your side with a thud, and it felt like your bones vibrated all the way up to your hips.

You half lay on the floor, in the rain, trying to gather yourself and just a little afraid to move as it felt like you’d shattered every bone in your lower body. Your skin stung and your head throbbed with the impact of your entire body tumbling to the hard floor. You blinked back tears, the kind of tears you used to cry as a child when you’d hurt yourself – big and dumpy. You sniffed and wiped your face, immediately regretting it as you wiped wet dirt from the floor across your cheek.

If you felt low before you’d left the apartment this just brought you lower, there really wasn’t any further for you to go at this point.

The shock lifted a little and with a pathetic whine you pushed yourself to your feet. Already blood was seeping through your light jeans and you winced, patting it and recoiling.

The shuffling was even slower as you steadily got yourself to the door and inside. Your entire body throbbed as you tried to pull yourself back up the stairs.

“Ow,” you whimpered softly to yourself.

You heard footsteps ahead of you but didn’t look up until you heard the voice, “Jesus fucking Christ kid what did you do?”

“I tripped,” you muttered, trying to pull yourself up another step. You didn’t look at him but you could feel the overwhelmed presence of his large body above you, like the shadow of him crowded you.

He started to make his way down the stairs towards you, hands already reaching for you, eyes wide in horror at the state of you, “…and then got hit by a truck or what? You gotta be careful, here let me…”

“I’m fine,” you cut him off harshly, holding your hand up to stop him. He halted on the step above you, face unreadable, and he stepped to the side to wave you past him.

Suddenly you felt his hand on your lower back as you wobbled a little finding your feet, the warm touch sent a shiver up your spine but you bit back the urge to say something and kept putting one foot in front of the other.

“At least let me patch you up,” he insisted as you both silently reached the no mans land between your two doors, you had your back to him and as you turned the way he was looking at you made you melt.

His eyebrows were drawn up and his eyes were the most puppy-dog thing you’d ever seen, but it felt so genuine not fake or manipulative to get you to talk to him. He honestly just wanted to care for you and it made your heart squeeze inside your chest.

You solemnly nodded his face lighting up as he clicked his key into the lock on his door and ushered you inside.

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“I saw that girl going into your apartment last night,” you mummered, looking down at him kneeling before you. You’d been trying not to say it but it was the only words that fell out of your stupid mouth as your awkward need to fill the silence took over.

You were sat in his living room, on a dining table chair, in your pants. Your jeans had been too tight to roll up your leg and after protestations from you he’d convinced you to pull them off. So you sat clutching your blood stained jeans and tried not to look him in the eye too often as you pulled the waistband of your panties up a little.

He tentatively tended to the wound that was throbbing on your knee, so much so you didn’t think he’d heard you until he spoke distractedly, “What girl?”

You cringed, “I know it’s none of my business I’m just saying… I saw her. She looked nice, pretty.”

You actually had no idea what she looked like or what the fuck you thought you were doing making conversation about this of all things?! There was a momentary silence as he applied a bandage across your knee, patting it gently, “Oh, you mean Hannah?”

You laughed awkwardly, “I don’t know her name.”

He shook his head dismissively, “That’s just fucking Hannah, we dated like a year and half ago and she only just returned my shit can you believe that?”

You scoffed sympathetically but didn’t say anything. Your mind was reeling whilst equally feeling silly about the rise of hope you felt in your chest.

“Seriously there was a shirt in that box I’ve been looking for like…fucking ever! I thought Ray stole it or some shit.”

There was a heavy silence that blanketed the room as he looked you over for more bumps and scrapes. He found a pretty deep gash on the side of your arm so he sat next to you, scooching you over so he could apply ointment to it. You weren’t even sure how it had got there.

“We’re not dating or anything, in case you were wondering,” He muttered into the silence, eyes fixated on your arm a little too closely.  

“I-I wasn’t. Just… making an observation,” you stammered.

He smiled to himself, “Didn’t you hear us arguing? I was worried I’d wake you up… yelling too loud or whatever. Didn’t you hear it? She just bugs the fuuuuuck out of me.”

“Well… yeah but… you yell a lot,” you giggled, “It’s sort of nothing to worry about anymore.”

Then you realised that in amongst an uncomfortable and clearly irritating situation he’d been thinking about you. You bit back the smile that twitched at the corner of your lips.

“All done!” his sudden voice jolted you out of the racing thoughts. You smiled, “Thank you, I really appreciate it.”

“When you’re all healed up you should come dancing,” he said randomly, playing with his fingers and avoiding your eyes.

“Dancing?” you questioned, hauling yourself to your feet. You hobbled to the door to open it and head home but he tutted admonishingly and beat you to it, large hand beating yours to the handle.

“Yeah, dancing. I go dancing with Tako and her friends on the last Saturday of the month, you should come.”

You shrugged, “I don’t know, maybe.”

“I’ll remind you and you can tell me then. Deal? Ok deal,” he rushed through his sentence as you made your way out the door, shutting it behind you before you could answer. The last thing you saw was that cheeky, self-assured smirk.

You sighed and leant against the wall in the corridor, staring at the new closed door and empty space, “Deal.”

[hopeamarsu]

Hgnggngngngnggmgghhhh ❤️

Omg can u expand on this w adam & plus-size reader? “he’s touching you like this really to comfort himself “

Yes yes yes yes yeeeeeeeees

I genuinely think Sackler would be so comforted feeling up his plus-size partner’s body

Like I said in a previous ask, he’s body positive as fuck in the sense that he thinks all bodies are fuckin fantastic, ESPECIALLY if they belong to someone he loves

When you’re spooning in bed he loves grabbing and kneading at your ass and thighs, just squeezing them, patting them, even jiggling them

When you’re standing at the counter or getting dressed in the mirror, he’ll come up behind you, wrap those arms around you and squeeze at your tummy. A) Because he knows it tickles you and he thinks it’s cute when you giggle and squirm and try to escape his grasp and B) There’s something about the soft feel of it in his hands that just feels like home

He’s constantly resting his head on your ass, your tits, your tummy. You can’t count the times he’s fallen asleep with his head on your stomach, your fingers combing through his hair. He thinks that may be the safest most perfect place in the world.

And whenever he kisses you, he can’t help but squeeze and pinch at those little pockets on your hips, your ass, and even your inner thighs... though that always leads to trouble 👀

Feeling your body under his hands grounds him. It feels like you, feels so familiar and real and sexy and comforting all at once. You know whenever he touches you, it’s not just that he feels close to you... it’s that he feels safe and loved and right where he always wants to be

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Part 1/6

Adam Sackler x Reader

Word Count: 1,617

Warnings: implied plus-size reader, female reader, mentions of body image and weight gain, swearing

Notes: this was a labor of love for my love @peachyproserpina during the Sackler ADCU Fic Exchange. I wish I would’ve participated for Clyde because this was so much fun. Enjoy what I’ve come up with!

Two in the morning on your first Thursday in this apartment, you hear quite the fucking racket across the hall. You lie in bed looking at the ceiling for an hour, two hours, three hours— just listening to the sounds of that fucking electric saw keeping you up. You have to work at eight and when you check your alarm clock, it’s 5:32.

You think about getting up, going across the hall and asking them to please keep it down. But you don’t. You keep your composure, roll over and try to force yourself to sleep. And by six, the noise stops and you’re finally able to rest for the morning. At least an hour before you have to get ready. And when you shut your eyes, the hammering starts up. You squeeze them closed, pulling the pillow over your head, to just force some rest before you have to wake for the day.

Things are quiet when you get up at seven. You can feel the weight under your eyes as you begin to get dressed. You turn on the tap in your ensuite, cold water splashing on your face as you lean down to the counter. Sleep is still lingering in your bones as you button your blouse, slide on your flats, and smooth your skirt. You’re making your way out the door, purse on your arm, locking the door to the apartment behind you just as your neighbor across the hall is locking the door to his.

He takes a look at you, admiring your appearance with a small grin. You nod your head in acknowledgment, perking up when you watch his lips open, tumbling from them; “hey kid, you’ve just moved in?” You’ve not heard a voice that smooth in what seems like ages.

“Yeah, just a few days ago.” You divulge, eyes glancing at the time on your phone for just a few moments. “I’m assuming you didn’t?”

“No. Been here a while.” He’s quiet, noticing the way you’re checking the time. Nodding, he just excuses himself— heading down the building's stairs a few steps away from the thresholds of your apartments. You watch him for just a few moments before you’re making your own way down those stairs. You push back the flyaway hairs that whip against your face as you step into that windy New York morning.

It’s two trains to work. Two trains for you to think about the guy who lives across the hall. The guy who hasn’t asked your name, but instead proceeded to call you by a pet name that only he has. You haven’t asked his name either, and you resign to pick out your own pet name for him. Even if you’d never say it to his face. After taping a note with your name to the top of the Tupperware with your lunch, you place it into the refrigerator in the break room. The way those brown eyes make their way into your thoughts throughout the day, typing away at the screen, is almost sinful. You don’t know that man. He’s nothing but your neighbor. Nothing but someone you had a quick exchange with.

He’s been on your mind from the moment of your brief interaction. The mental picture of his face has gotten you through the extremely taxing day of inputting data and getting your lunch eaten by someone apparently on the cleanup crew. You’re exhausted by the time you trail up the steps to your apartment, digging the keys out of your purse with a heavy sigh. The weight of the world feels like it sits on your shoulders. The way your stockings stick to your legs is uncomfortable now, the chaffing of your thighs is just adding to the shitty day it’s been. But you hear a quiet whistle and the jingle of another set of keys behind you. You hear the thudding of a pair of boots as well and you turn for just a glance.

There he was, a half bottle of red Gatorade in his hand as he shoved his keys into their slot. He catches your eye for a moment, waving just once before disappearing into the safety of his apartment for the night. You sigh softly, stepping into your own apartment. You kick off your flats and immediately ditch your blouse and bra, taking in the chill of the AC against your sweaty skin. The day has definitely taken a turn for the worse. You had such a shitty work day, stepping outside for that first time to feel that the sweet breeze that had filled your morning was replaced with a dreadful dry heat.

After dinner, you strip off in front of your full length mirror— taking in the sight of your body. The extra weight you’ve been carrying recently hasn’t gone unnoticed by you. The way your clothes have been fitting differently now is unsettling to you. You don’t have the time or energy to do this again. You don’t need to go clothes shopping. You don’t need to deal with it now. You look at the shapes of your breasts, have they grown? Your ass has. Your thighs have. And you just take a deep breath, stepping into the shower. Washing the cares of today away— the sweat and anger. Everything you could, you just let it slip down the drain. You’re ready to start the day over again tomorrow. You’re fine. It’s okay.

You imagine what your neighbor across the street is doing. Did he have a nice day? Nicer than yours, you’re sure of it. Your heart beats fast as you crawl into your bed, pulling your comforter around your body. You want to know his name. Maybe you want to feel the same hands that were holding that Gatorade bottle so tightly. But would that be weird? Would it cause any tension with living so close by? It’s been so long since you’ve been touched by a man— let alone anyone. And maybe you fall asleep to the thought of him. The neighbor you barely knew, you’ve only spoken to him once after all. The neighbor you’ve nicknamed, freckles, until you work up the courage to ask him his actual name.

And again at two in the morning on that Friday, you hear the pounding of a hammer. The quiet hum of a drill. Your head is busting by the time you wake up. Popping a few aspirin to make it through the day. Your attire consists of slacks, heels, and another button up blouse. One that you have been assured by many, is probably not that flattering to your body shape in the slightest— but it was a cute top and it’s always made you feel confident and pretty. Especially when you can leave the top few buttons undone and show off a bit of your chest. And as you leave, you see that freckled bub leave his apartment again right on time. His hair sticking out every which way, framing his face and maybe those cute ears in just the right way. He waves, giving you the biggest grin, before he’s thudding off down the stairs again.

And this same interaction goes on for days and the puffiness under your eyes from the lack of sleep is not missed by many. On Sunday night you’ve had quite enough. And in your pajama shorts and button up top, you slide on your slippers and make your way to the hall to find the culprit of the noises. And when you realize the noise is coming from his apartment— you feel the rage start building. Your freckles is keeping you up at night? Fuck, he isn’t yours. You aren’t even sure of his name yet. You aren’t sure if you even want to know his name anymore. You knock on the door politely, unsure if he’s even heard as you stand there for a few moments. So you pound a little harder, eyes dropping tiredly. You’re so fucking tired.

And then you hear it go quiet on the other side of the door, maybe a little bit of rustling before he opens it to meet you. Goggles over his eyes, a thin sheen of sweat over his chest. You try not to ogle. You really do. Maybe it’s how exhausted you are or maybe it’s the fact you haven’t touched another human body in months. But he does look good. “Hey, I’m sorry to bother you this late.” You begin to say, but freckles, you’re bothering me this fucking late. “But I have to work today and I’m really tired, if you could just keep it down… that would be great.”

“Yeah, sure kid. Sorry for keeping you up.” He smiles. The jeans he’s wearing are a bit low on his hips, and you aren’t sure why he’s wearing jeans at 3 am. But you don’t ask. You’re not really wanting to keep up this conversation. You want to crawl back into your bed and sleep until you can’t anymore. But you're stuck in place, sleepily staring at the pretty smile he’s flashing at you. “You should probably go back to bed if you’ve gotta work.” He finally speaks after what feels like a millennia.

Your cheeks feel hot, just nodding as you pad back across the hall. And what you don’t see is him admiring you the entire way back to your apartment. You’re shutting the door to yours before he’s even moved from leaning on that door frame. Your heart is beating fast, your tummy is tying into knots. And you think that maybe you should take a cold shower before crawling back into your bed.

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The Neighbours - Chapter 7 (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.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Chapter 7 - Ashamed

Words: 1,148

Warnings: Smut. Body concious talk. Notes: Starts with smut hence the cut 😉

“F-Fuck” you stammered, clutching onto his thighs as he drummed three fingers teasingly against your clit. He had you sat between his outstretched legs, back to his chest; hand snaked down between your legs as he played with his fingers against your aching clit. You had a blanket draped half over your middle that you’d pulled up from the end of the bed, you weren’t comfortable with how vulnerable this position felt and he’d let you partially cover yourself up. His mind and hands just eager to have you he’d let you do whatever made you feel comfortable. So now with your stomach a little covered from such a plain view of you laying between his legs you had breathed into his touch. He’d had you here for what felt like hours and you could feel him smile against your neck whenever your hips jumped and jolted against his hand.

You sighed when he stopped, edging the third oncoming orgasm that was threatening to bubble over, "Please Adam” you begged quietly.

Adam chuckled and placed a firm kiss into your tangled hair “Patience sweet girl” and he returned his fingertip to your clit. Just one circling gently across the throbbing bundle of nerves.

Your moans were babbles and grunts of desperation as he pulled your orgasm from you, body shaking against his as it thundered through you.

Your fingernails gripped into the flesh of his thigh and you heard him hiss and he bit the top of your ear in retaliation, “Eeeeeasy with the claws pussycat” he laughed teasingly. You slapped his thigh in jest as you panted your way down from another high.

“Fuuuuuck” you whispered under your breath, body sagging down in satisfaction with the energy being seeped out of it. He chuckled as you turned in his arms and lay face down on top of him, nuzzling between his pecs and humming happily.

“Comfy?” he asked, hands curling themselves through your matted sweaty hair. He pulled the blanket a little further over you both.

“Mmhmm” you murmured, placing a peck to his hot skin, “I stay like this forever”

“As you wish”

The lights from the street filtered into the room and where suddenly they only thing illuminating the room as Adam reached to his right and flicked off the lamp. Your eyes fluttered closed in the darkness, his soft breathing lulling you further and further into sleep. You really could stay like this forever.

This had been you two for four months exactly, all over each other and never giving each other a moment’s peace. You’d never met anyone who wanted you as much as he did.

Despite the newness of it all these past four months had been bliss, no one had ever made you feel as alive as he did. As awake in your body and mind.

All the parts of your body that you hated he loved. Now this didn’t make anything go away, his love of those parts of you didn’t ultimately fix anything – but it made them better. Now you looked in the mirror and saw the squishy stomach that he lays his head on when you beg to play with his hair, or the sagging tits that he cups and holds up when he’s trying to make you laugh. It was like you saw what he gave you and made it your own.

His voice echoed out in the gradually increasing darkness, “I feel like I need to take you on another date”

“Hmm?” you mused; half awake.

Adam shuffled beneath you, sheets rustling, “I don’t know. I’ve kept you locked up in here bouncing on my cock for soooo long, I feel the need to… take you out”

You actually felt him shrug, arms and chest muscles moving beneath your face that was pressed into him. Sitting up with a soft groaning ache you strained your eyes to look at him in the low light. He chuckled at your squinted eyes and leant over to flick on the lamp again, now you were squinting for a different reason and you blinked quickly trying to adjust.

“I’m surprised” you admitted.

“Why?”

You blushed at the fact he sounded a little offended, “Well I just sort of assumed this was it? You… never really talk about actually dating girls Adam. You’re more of a talk about all the ways I fuck them kind of guy. I presumed you weren’t the dating type”

His eyebrows furrowed and he sat up a little more against the pillows. Now you felt silly and self concious again. You were learning still, you had NO idea how to do this and you always felt like a fucking kid every time you opened your mouth. You weren’t naïve but you really didn’t have much experience in having men actually want to be around you, it was like walking on hot coals trying to navigate the territory.

“I want to take you out Kid” he chewed his bottom lip for a second in thought, “Do you think I’m like fucking ashamed of you or something?”

You hadn’t realised but fuck! That’s what was bothering you! He never took you out anymore, ever since you started fucking you two just hung out at each other’s homes. On the couch ordering food or in bed. He never took you to the café round the corner, or sat in the bookstore with you on Saturdays anymore.

You nodded quickly and he huffed, grabbing your cheeks with one hand. He squished them between his fingers and thumb, forcing you to look him in the eye. You huffed a heavy sigh through a squashed nose.

“I am not ashamed of you beautiful girl” he said pointedly, it was potentially the most serious you’d ever heard his tone. Steady and commanding. Your eyes dropped from his face and he squeezed harder, you whined and looked back at him.

Before you could even attempt a mumbled reply he continued, “I’m taking you to dinner at that Chinese place you like, you know the one?”

You awkwardly nodded still in his grasp and he grinned, “Good! Tomorrow, 8pm. Put on that green skirt”

He let go of you and you instantly wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging yourself close to him. You heard him puff out a happy laugh, hands stroking down your bare back, “Any time you feel doubt like that you gotta tell me, deal? Cause it’s fucking dumb and I’ll happily tell you that”

“mmmhmm” you murmured into his neck, “but sleep first? That’s too much vulnerable honesty for one night”

He laughed and moved the two of you down the bed, yanking the covers over you and patting them down, “Okay, sleep time. You have to recover before I fuck you out of your mind again”

You snorted and kissed the column of his neck, “Sounds good to me”

[hopeamarsu]

Yeah.

That’s the good stuff right here.

Sackler being all sweet and cute with his plus size gf pls ❤️❤️

Adam Sackler x plus size!reader

You never really needed a hype man. You feel pretty confident in your own right - never needed someone to validate you more than the regular stuff.

Sure, lovers told you that you were beautiful in the past and you’d always enjoyed the attention.

But that was all before you met Adam Sackler. Adam filled your life with many things - expletives filled the spaces in conversation, his long legs filled the extra space in your bed and on your couch, and praise filled the space in your mind where you’d always simply accepted your looks.

“You’re gorgeous, you know that?” He whispers into your ear when he walks up behind you in the kitchen as you make a pot of tea.

“Soooo fucking soft - fucking perfect,” he grunts as he dives face first into your cleavage during a make out session.

“You know I can’t keep my hands off you, baby, I don’t know what you expect” he states matter-of-factly, his hands squeezing and groping every curve and rounded slope of your body, even after you swatted them away because you are, in fact, on the dance floor at a party.

Sackler doesn’t just obsess over your body, of course, he loves you for your kindness, your intelligence and your humor as well. But he is the first person to make you feel totally and utterly desired. Your swells and planes and dips and angles are his to map and he does so gladly - with his eyes, his fingers, his lips, his tongue.