#adam sackler imagine
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adam sackler loves to just lay his head in ur lap (possibly burying is face in ur tummy) while u starch his head and just talk to him. hell hun now n then in response but he just loves to hear ur voice and loves it when u ramble and you’re just the best part of his day.
no because that man has the best head of hair to run your fingers through and you know it's one of his love languages ok!!
His head is on your midsection, his palms either at your hips, running along the side of your body, or it's rested below his chin, the other arm angled underneath him in a way that has him completely flat against you. As close as he can be.
His eyes closed as your fingers run through the strands of his hair, the lull of your voice calming his mind. Making his shit day, all the background noise that has been going on in his head, drown out by the softness of your tone, by the echo of your laugh through your stomach.
By the scrape of your nails on his scalp, by the mindless stories you tell him about your day. It eases him into something pliant, soft, and calm. He’s not used to this complete calm you give him. That he feels when you’re soothing him like this.
And when you ask him a question, he barely hears it until your fingers stop and he can no longer hear the baritone of your voice from within your diaphragm. Only then does he open his eyes and look up at you.
His eyes droopy, the slow smile that spreads across his mouth lazy and sappier than anything you’d ever comment on because then he’d swallow it down. Make it fade into some joke or torment of his fingers at your skin, your laugh covering up the fact that he’s completely lost in you.
But you can see it when he looks up at you. When he rests his chin against your stomach and dismisses your question with one of his own. To keep you talking about you. To keep him lost. To keep feeling that calm. To hold onto the feeling for as long as you’ll let him.
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Summ: Adam Sackler was never one for beating around the bush, but this level of blunt was beyond comprehension - even for him.
Notes: Purely self-indulgent filth. There will probably be other parts to this because I cannot get it out of my head, but I have no set time frame for it. Also, I do not apologize for the extraneous world-building in my smut. That's just how I roll... (Also also, some of this might be in response to the fact that not everything has to be squirting...)
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“You should let me fuck you.”
The cavalier way he said such a bizarre thing made you short circuit. Astonished, you stopped mid-shoelace-tie and stared up at him. Adam Sackler was never one for beating around the bush, but this level of blunt was beyond comprehension - even for him.
“What?! Why?”
He grinned down at you because, with you right there on the ottoman, you sat eye level with his dick. With that cheshire grin turned on you, you unexpectedly forgot how to breathe. You’d never looked at Adam that way before, but with one question, he upended your world view. Adam was lethally beautiful, and he knew it. Shaggy black hair swept back and forth over his dark eyes to match his moods - off to the right for mischievous, low over the brow for brooding. It was easy to admit he was a looker, but you’d never considered him to be anything beyond that. A big, glaring red flag permanently hung over his head since the day he walked into your house. Now, though…
He certainly watched, and enjoyed, the struggle going on in your mind and not-so-casually slid both hands smoothly, purposefully into the pockets of those well-worn, low slung, faded blue jeans and leaned his hips forward at you. Of course you looked. Who wouldn’t? Catching yourself, you forced your eyes up to his green t-shirt, but that wasn’t much help because it fit him offensively well. Painted on would be an understatement. Adam was all wide shoulders and shelf-like pecs, and suddenly, you understood his sex appeal. Forcing your face into a placid mask, you waved him off and bent to finish tying your damn shoe. Time to get the fuck out of this room.
You forgot, however, that you’d asked him a question.
“One, you bring home shitty dudes. Two, I don’t want to date. After that last bullshit…”
The last bullshit being the most recent round of Hannah and Jessa, both idiot girls who ran roughshod over Adam and his tender heart. On more than one occasion, you’d seen fit to murder one right after the other, but nobody could tell Adam anything. He was a right pain in the ass and a whole pervert, but he was also kind and doting, a thing those two heifers took advantage of too often. He was also stubborn to a fault, and when he believed a thing, or when he wanted something, he would pursue it 100%. He’d believed in them, but even he had to admit they were trash in the end.
“... this would be the perfect solution.” You realized he’d not stopped talking while you took that mental break, and you struggled to focus. “One stop shop.”
Shoe finally situated, you stood, pretending not to be acutely aware of the way he watched you smooth the wrinkles from your plum blouse and rub the wrinkles out of the thighs of your pants. Masquerading as confident, you jabbed at the air between you.
“First? Rude.” Although, internally you admitted you brought home shitty dudes. They never seemed shitty until they walked out the door, leaving you unsatisfied and annoyed. All dudes were shitty, though, weren’t they? There was no earthly reason to believe Adam was any better despite how much he believed himself superior.
“Second? Jim and Carly would shit kittens.”
Jim and Carly were your parents - his mom and your dad, specifically. They met in Tahoe on a Friday and were married by the following Sunday. Secretly, you believed Carly was in it for the money because Jim was - no two ways about it - loaded, but she genuinely seemed to love your dad. After all the heartache he’d endured, you found you couldn’t begrudge him that happiness, even if it made your teeth itch. In a blur, the Sacklers moved into Jim’s mansion on the hill, filling it with more noise than either of you could remember. With internships, college, and the damn economy, it made sense for everyone to live at home; so, you all had to learn to live together.
Well, sort of. Jim and Carly never stayed home long enough to get used to anybody, really. Jetsetters, they called themselves, which left the rest of the household free rein.
At the mention of your part-time parents, Adam took a step forward, brow piqued, lips pursed.
“You in the habit of sharing all the naughty details about your love life with dear old daddy, baby sister?”
He only called you that when he wanted to rile you up or when he wanted something - both true in this case.
“Me?” You laughed, a full-on, hold your belly laugh. “Ha! You’re not exactly shy about the vast number of “dirty sluts” (you even treated him to finger quotes) you’ve found in the area, Sackler. You don’t need to tell us anything about your love life, you shit, because everybody already knows!”
Wiping delighted tears from your eyes, you shook your head. It really was too absurd.
“No, this is… too weird, and not for nothing, it's kind of creepy. I promise you’ll find shiny new sluts to fuck just around the corner at what’s-her-face’s block party. But please, wait five minutes so I can vacate the premises before you do whatever it is you do.”
~
Adam loved it when you laughed. He spent an inordinate amount of time trying to make you laugh because your eyes sparkled in such a pretty way, and your face softened all over. To put it plainly, you lit up from the inside. After Hannah’s crazy and Jessa’s perpetual moodiness, he simply enjoyed watching you laugh because it was easy to get you to do it. Easygoing and whip smart, he found he enjoyed the mental sparring with you because you could keep up, and you weren’t so fucking dramatic.
That started everything.
Soon enough, he couldn’t get you - or your laugh - out of his head. Finding out about all the other faces and noises you made infected his brain. Now, when you laughed, his eyes trailed away from your face to the rest of your body because he wanted to see the effect of that laugh all over you. The bob of your breasts when he got you particularly good, the way you often held your waist and huffed at him, drawing attention to your generous hips - the details of you affected him far more than they should have and made him want to affect you just as much.
If he was completely honest, he didn’t give a single shit if Jim or Carly ever found out. He was pretty sure he still wouldn’t give a shit if your relationship was by blood rather than marriage. He was going to fuck you. It was only a matter of time.
“Those are good reasons, baby sister, but that’s not a no…”
~
The problem was that Adam was right.
“Hey, uh..” The shitty dude you’d escorted to your front door turned at the threshold, beet red and stammering. “I’ll call you, yeah?”
You didn’t even remember his name.
“Sure. Yeah. Whenever?”
Probably more abruptly than you should have, you shut the door in his face and then let your forehead fall against it with a loud thud. You threw your fists in the air, irritated and crabby. Meeting him was nice. The party was pleasant; the wine flowed freely. His kisses tasted like candy, and the way he nibbled your neck was delightful.
After the banter, the ride home, and the bourbon, however, Rick… Robin?... Roger? Yes, Roger was all talk and no substance. His bed-game was decidedly lacking. All he’d accomplished was a nice warm-up, whiskey dick, and no grand finale for you.
“It's. -thunk- Not. -thunk- That. -thunk- Hard!”
“Whatcha’up to, kid?”
You shrieked, jumped a foot off the floor, and spun with fists raised to knock the threat out, in theory at least.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Sackler. You scared the shit out of me.”
Rubbing at your sternum to calm the racing of your heart, you slumped back against the door. You concentrated so hard on regulating your breathing that you didn’t hear him shuffle closer. Nor did you notice him leaning over you, his thick left arm braced on the door above your head, until his crooked index finger lifted your chin. Only then did the alarm bells ring because damn that was a sexy move. And Christ on a cracker he smelled good - salt from the ocean blended with caramel spice. It made your mouth water.
“Feel like now’s the time for I told you so,” he quipped, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Tell you what…” The arm that was overhead slithered over your torso, settling a good bit of his weight across your shoulders. “I’ll do this, and you can tell people I forced you.”
He winked, and a second later, his warm hand slid into your DIY sleep shorts. You’d worn the ugly cut-off sweatpants pair to dissuade your date from lingering. Now, you wished you’d found an actual pair of pants because the shorts only gave away how traitorous your cunt was. Skillfully, Adam’s middle finger found the groove between your tacky labia, using the residual (barely) slickness from your failed attempt at sexy times with… Rufus? Ryan? Regardless of his name, his touches were clumsy compared to this. Adam kept an even pace and the exact right amount of pressure, sliding in the perfect way to coerce more wetness from your entrance and carry it back to your swollen clit.
You croaked, straight up sounded like you swallowed a frog because as his fingers defiled you south of the border, his stare wrecked you up north. His beautiful brown eyes were whiskey warm tonight, softened at the edges but intently focused upon you. You could get drunk on those kinds of eyes. If he gazed at all his conquests like this - as though nothing else mattered - you understood the pull. It moved, his stare, from your eyes to your mouth and back. You nearly begged him to kiss you but this was already so strange, so taboo.
And yet… and yet…
~
He’d never been so fucking pleased to be right in his life.
All he had to do was get you there, and he’d win the argument. Roman, a guy he met on the track, was manufactured to be an idiot and would never figure out how to fuck right, even if his life hung in the balance. How he'd managed to even meet you was beyond understanding.
Adam, however, had been fucking since he was 14, and he’d long since learned all the magic buttons. It was the one good thing to have come from his years struggling with sobriety. Replacing alcohol with sex taught him a lifetime’s worth of skills. Skills he now used to pull another squeak from your pouty mouth. Each time the pad of his finger caught your hood, the reluctant peep you made shot straight to his dick. He wasn’t sure if he would manage to not fuck you tonight, but he reminded himself that he had to play the long game.
For a solid 30 seconds, he rubbed only at your clit, back and forth, back and forth. He set a very specific rhythm that had you twisting beneath him deliciously. Your yelping grew louder and louder until one in particular cracked, and that was his cue.
“Hold my shoulder.” He nudged your nose with his to get your attention and nodded when both of your hands came up to rest on his chest and biceps. “That’s it.”
He couldn’t help himself from licking at the way your mouth popped open when he slid his fingers inside of you. The way the corners turned up was too tantalizing to ignore.
~
Mother Mary of God… He was inside you. Granted, it was only his fingers, but they belonged to your step-brother. Your face burned, but the hundred objections your brain conjured died at the back of your tongue because fuck, they were good. Two fingers, middle and ring, had you whining like a schoolgirl as he carefully, deliberately explored you. He wasn’t awkward about it like every other dude who’d been in your pants. He didn’t stab at your cunt as though he’d miraculously grown a jackhammer for a hand.
Nope. He took his time, slow and steady. He noted the angles and ridges that made you moan. And when he found that perfect spot, the spot that made you curse far louder than you intended, he stayed right there. There was no in and out anymore, no poking or prodding. Once he found it, his touch shifted from up/down and in/out to side to side. You came unfuckingglued. All ten fingers dug into hard flesh. You all but leapt into his arms as he rubbed at your tight bundle of electric nerves from the inside. And the more you responded, the faster he went.
“There’s nobody here, kid. Let’s hear it.”
You couldn’t have swallowed the cries for every dollar your dad invested in this huge-ass house. Your hips bucked against Adam’s expert manhandling, chasing that elusive sort of orgasm you can only get from someone else. Closer and closer it crept. Tighter and tighter you wound. From you knew not where, you found your voice, though it was scratchy and broken.
“D-don’t stop un-until I sh-sh-shake.”
His dark brow lifted, but he didn’t argue. It was a thing hardly anybody knew (because hardly anybody could fucking deliver), but a great orgasm, a really fantastic one, made you shake. Not tremble. Not wiggle. A full-body, clack your teeth kind of shake. On another day, you’d have been embarrassed to tell him that, but you watched determination change his face from amused and entertained to keenly interested. His efforts inside your cunt multiplied until you went rigid. He wanted to see it, clearly, but more than that, you wanted it, salivated for it. Right here on the cusp, you didn’t care that it would happen at his hands.
With your head tipped back, eyes screwed shut, and mouth agape, that hot-wet bud of ecstasy finally bloomed, and you wailed. It was electric, shooting sparks into your fingertips, but somehow, in the very middle of it, both of your hands wrapped around his wrist on the off chance he’d stop right at the best part, which they all did, but Adam only chuckled and carried right on fucking you stupid with nothing but two fingers.
Vulgar sounds squelched out around his fingers to accompany the vulgar things he whispered in your ear. Dirty girl with your pants around your ankles. Are you always this easy? Who’s the best big brother ever? Your pussy gushed; your ears rang. You rode his fingers like a champion, reveling in the quake and the rag-doll rattling of your insides.
The whole thing was indecent, fit for film, really.
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Don’t fuck this up. Don’t fuck this up. You cannot fuck her tonight. Do not fuck this up.
Long game. Long game. Long game.
You fell back against the door, wincing when he extricated his fingers. He wanted to wrap himself around you and keep pushing, but he held back. This was a delicate operation, and straying too much to either side would fuck it all up. You’d either blow up at him and feel like he actually assaulted you, or you’d never speak to him again. Neither was a winning scenario. Tamping down his near-manic need to taste you, he gently traced your lips with his gummy fingers until you opened your eyes.
“That was some show, kid.”
Confusion crinkled the corners of your eyes, and he nuzzled your chin, matching the fire in your cheek with his own. He understood. His proposal wasn’t normal, and how much you’d obviously enjoyed it probably had you all up in your feelings. Hovering his mouth above yours, so close he could feel your breath, he fought himself over whether you needed to be kissed.
But when you lifted ever so slightly onto your toes, seeking it out, he clenched his jaw hard and fought the urge to fuck you right here on the floor. Somehow, he kept his shit together, and he thought certainly he deserved a goddamn medal for valor. He pushed away and veered you towards the stairs.
“Time to go, little sister. It’s past your bedtime.”
~
For a week, Adam cornered you at least once a day to stuff your pussy full of his thick fingers and make you beg. After that first time, he knew exactly how to play you, and he delighted in drawing it out until you pleaded for him to make you cum. You’d mistakenly said his name during your second encounter, and now, he wouldn’t come anywhere near the things that made you shake without hearing it.
You never considered yourself the begging type, but it turns out that when someone knows precisely the way to touch you and the exact right way to make you scream as you climax, begging becomes much more palatable. It also turns out that whether Jim and Carly were home didn’t make a single bit of difference because when Adam texted you his offer from across the kitchen table, you ran after him like the house was on fire.
That’s how you wound up here, sitting on the edge of Adam’s desk, naked as the day you were born, legs spread obscenely wide and panties crammed in your mouth to keep you muffled if not quiet. With one hand deftly driving into your messy cunt and one wrapped around your hip to coax it into a rocking motion, he all but pulverized your sanity. Up was down, left was right, and “brother” was just another fucking word. As you inched higher and higher up climax mountain, you rationalized you weren’t really doing anything wrong. He’d never fucked you in any other way than this. He wasn’t a real brother, either. There was nothing wrong with a little fun, right? Sure, it was strange, but when he… fuck when he hit that spot right… right there… your brain went…
“You should let me fuck you,” he murmured against your throat, a throwback to what started all this.
It crackled in your prefrontal cortex, and you pushed at his bare chest, babbling incoherently because part of you thought it was the worst idea ever, and part of you thought it would be the best fucking thing in the history of ever. They argued with each other behind your eyes. That was too far. Wasn’t it? But it would feel so good. You couldn’t, possibly. Right? Sure, you could. Twice on Sunday, even. Surely, he had plenty of other options. Didn’t he? Who fucking cares?
“Just a little, kid. I’ve made it good for you, yeah? Just the tip.”
Your thoughts on the matter were irrelevant, it seemed, because the clink of his buckle launched you into a panic. You tried to escape his grip by leaning back, but he clenched his arm around your back, making escape impossible. Struggling to keep calm, you realized it felt ridiculous and performative to panic because you splayed across his desk like you were posing for his calendar. You gawked at him, eyes shining with something you couldn’t quite pin down because processing that your step-brother was about to put any part of his dick inside you was overwhelming. This was too much, too forbidden.
“Now, don’t look at me like that.” He rubbed soothing circles into your ribcage and stepped in. You felt the weight of a cock you’d never seen laying against your swollen pussy, eliciting a low groan. “Only for a minute. Stay right there; don’t move.”
And then, there it was. The round head of Adam’s cock slowly breached your body’s sticky barrier and scrambled your senses. Tears formed. Your chest heaved - because you wanted him to ravage you, to fuck you dumb and blind, but you just couldn’t. Right?
Maybe your inner monologue wasn’t so silent. Or maybe he read your mind. Something changed, though, from “just the tip” to an iron grip and his right hand over your gagged mouth as he snapped his hips and slid all the way home.
~
Adam expected you to shout, to have an outright tantrum and draw far too much attention to the situation. Instead, you shuddered against him the way you did when you came all over his fingers - not as hard but definitely unmistakable.
“That’s it. S’good cock, isn’t it? Told you you’d like it.”
Testing the waters, he withdrew about halfway and slowly pushed in again, absolutely loving the way you moaned in response. He’d nearly cum in his pants when you let him shove your panties into your mouth, and whenever he looked at you still gritting your teeth into them, his dick throbbed. With no firm objection, he unwound from his caging stance and took proper hold of your perfect, meaty ass. He scooted you closer to the edge of his desk, damn near falling off, so he could get his demanding dick inside you from tip to root right fucking now.
~
Adam’s cock was fat. There was no other way to describe it. He filled you up so completely you couldn’t even blink. The slide of his girth against your insides was dizzyingly good, and all you could do was cling to his shoulders.
And when he started talking? That dirty way with that sexy-ass voice?
It fucked you all the way up.
The things he said to you, too, differed from the things you’d heard him say to his hook-ups. They were filthy sluts, not even worthy to come over in the daylight, just a hole for him to get off to. You were his dirty little sister, though, weren’t you? Too cock-drunk to even say no to big brother. You loved his fat cock, didn’t you? You’d let him fuck you whenever he wanted, wouldn’t you?
You were positively, expertly, no two ways about it done for.
Like a dick-addled fool, you nodded along with all of it. You’d say whatever he wanted as long as he kept packing more and more of his missile cock into your aching cunt. Maybe that’s what you wanted - to be reduced to an object, a fuckdoll sister he’d turn inside out at his whim with no recourse to say no. When that idea took hold, you vibrated against him. You generally didn’t orgasm from penetration alone, but by sheer size, Adam rubbed at every single one of your spongy triggers with each stroke. Coupled with the downright pornographic thoughts in your fucked-out head, you whined like a petulant child, overcome by the effort it took to keep quiet, to keep yourself coherent.
“What the fuck is going on here?”
Your eyes flew open, tracking the voice to its owner, who leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over a very familiar broad chest. You burned from ears to toes, knowing this looked exactly like what it was, and there was no pretending it was anything else. Even worse, your deviant fantasy abruptly shifted to include these extra details - wind-faded jeans, threadbare gray cotton shirt bleached by the sun, and a brush of red across a nose and cheekbones matching those you'd looked up at for days. He was a carbon copy of the man currently demolishing your boundaries by burying himself to the hilt in your body.
Ben, Adam’s twin, the wayward son, had finally home from his camping trip to the desert.
~
Adam nestled his face in your neck to hide his smugness. He knew his brother would be home today, and he timed everything around the fact Ben said he’d be here early afternoon. Edging you was a cake-walk. He’d been practicing all week, and when he saw the text asking if he needed anything from their favorite pizza place, he knew how much time he had to get you right and ready so Ben would find you well and truly empty-headed and sexed out.
Ben wasn’t sold on having you. He half liked the idea, but he thought it was more trouble than it would be worth. More than once, though, Adam caught him lazily stroking himself while watching you run down the beach or sunbathe by the pool. It would only take a nudge to get his brother fully invested. Adam played the moment, and specifically you, perfectly, and holy shit if this wasn’t one for the books. You and your round eyes, searching for an explanation that would make sense of why he was balls deep in your tight cunt on a Saturday afternoon.
“Someone’s been a bad girl,” he said to his brother, licking a stripe across your thundering pulse. “What do you think, bad girl, wanna show Ben how you shake?”
~
You sobbed. There was nothing for it because Adam’s cock never stopped. His brother’s presence in the room didn’t faze him one bit, and it took a full minute for you to realize it was some of that twin bullshit you were always on them about. Of course they’d seen each other fucking. They probably fucked lots of people together. You bristled with humiliation because it was obvious Adam set this up, but your pussy, smart bitch, clutched at his every thrust, considerably more so when he asked you such a depraved thing.
Meeker than you intended, you nodded because yes, you did, in fact, want to show Ben how you came.
Adam shifted his weight, pulling out of your sloppy cunt for only the time it took to put your feet on the floor and turn you to face Ben. He hummed as he grabbed your hips, pulled you back against his body, and let his cock find his target. Your head dropped on a moan as he filled you back up because it was even better this way. You had surer footing, could brace yourself on the desk’s corner, and didn’t have to concentrate on not falling. Using fistfuls of your hips as leverage, Adam crashed into you, sending jolts throughout your already overstimulated body. It was glorious.
And then, Ben’s boots came into your line of sight, followed swiftly by his muscular hand around your throat, silver rings cool against your heated flesh. You tracked beauty mark to beauty mark, wondering when the constellations kissed his cheeks. You should have been mortified. Ben finding you here with Adam should have struck you dead there and then, but it only emboldened you because his eyes weren’t full of judgment. He wasn’t disgusted by what he saw. His honey-gold gaze, laced with hunger, burned into you possessively. He held you by the neck, the strength of his grip waxing and waning in time to your heartbeat, while his brother plowed you from behind. When his voice wiggled its way into your ear, your knees nearly buckled. Adam’s was clear but devious, which made his filthy quips more surprising because they were hard to expect. Ben talked very little. His voice, which you didn’t truly appreciate until this moment, was rough and low, like his very voice box was calloused.
“Is this the first time he’s fucked you?”
You whimpered, eyes drifting shut until you felt a rough tap at your cheek. His face, all furrowed brows and licked lips, telegraphed that next time, he’d slap you proper. Pushing yourself to stare straight into his eyes - it was like looking into the sun - you nodded again, feeling every bit of your desire dribble down your legs because one brother was great, but two was immaculate.
“Is this the last time he’ll fuck you?”
Your guts clenched, and you reached out to stabilize yourself by laying both hands on Ben’s chest, which you already understood was only because he allowed it. Without a second thought, eager even, you shook your head. You’d reached the point where you’d let him - no them - do whatever they wanted whenever they wanted it because holy goddamn.
Adam chose this moment to increase the speed with which he fucked you into oblivion. His hips slapped against yours, hands clamping down onto your shoulders for better leverage. Your eyes crossed, and you nearly swallowed your gag. With one hand on Ben, you reached up to grip Adam’s fingers, anchoring yourself between the two of them. They were your literal rock and a hard place, and they worked in tandem to drive you thoroughly crazy. Ben’s hand slipped between your legs, fingers finding your slippery clit. You howled, spine waking up to tingle and dance.
“Fuck, there it is,” Adam groaned behind you.
What else could you do but give him what he wanted?
~
His brother had told him about the way you shook when you orgasmed, and he really had thought nothing of it. Most people did that, didn’t they? If you did the job right, there was always a tremor in the legs, a wobble in the walk.
Ben was not prepared for the way you shook when you came.
For a second, he thought you were about to have a seizure, but he watched your face smooth out in pleasure, watched your lips turn up at the very corners, and he was flat out shocked by what he’d just witnessed.
You loved it. Loved being fucked. Loved coming so undone your mind stopped working. For him, it was the way you smiled as you came. The shaking was stunning, of course, but nobody he’d ever fucked before had goddamn smiled - beamed! - through their climax. It was truly the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
And then he grinned like the devil himself because fucking hell…
“You’re fucked, little sister. You know that?”
He scooped some of your slick onto his finger and popped it in his mouth. Shit, you even tasted like candy.
“Well and truly fucked.”
#adam sackler x reader#adam sackler smut#adam sackler imagine#adam sackler x you#adam sackler#torturer tuesdays
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Hello 👋
I have would like to know if u could do these request with Adam :
•One where the the reader a have a miscarriage do to a previous abortion and because of that she go through a sever depression.
•one where the reader has a borderline personality where she is going through one episode.
And one where the reader have a toxic family where every one is neglicted toward her (like she not ivinted to the event etc).And her dad always very mean (like always yelling to her )and nobody is doing anything because they don’t rlly care .
Tyy very much , I loved the last one that have done for me .💓
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Adam Sackler x fem!reader
Warnings: talks of miscarriage, abortions, depression
A/N: I'm glad you like my work! Your requests always give me something interesting to write. I'm only going to do the first prompt right now since I have so many requests to finish but I'll try to revisit the other one after ❤️❤️
Prompt #1:
“I’m sorry ma’am, but you had a miscarriage.”
You were four months pregnant when it happened. Those words echoed through your head for days. Sometimes they still creep back into your mind just to haunt you. Every counselor told you it wasn’t your fault, but you didn’t believe them. It didn’t matter if no one thought it was your fault because you did. Your boyfriend tried his best to keep your spirits up afterwards, but you became a shell of the person you used to be. You spend your days in bed or on the couch aimlessly flipping through shows or just sleeping for hours. You’re spending your day on the couch watching reruns to The Kardashian’s when Adam walks in.
“Hey kid, how are you feeling?” Adam sits on the floor next to you, placing a kiss on your forehead.
“Fine,” you mutter, not taking your eyes off the tv. Adam turns to look at the tv and sees what you’re watching.
“I thought you hated this show! Didn’t you call them vapid celebrities with no self-awareness?” Adam asks.
You don’t respond, just stare blankly at the screen. He turns back to you and looks you over. He can probably smell the fact you haven’t showered in a week. You become self-conscious under his gaze and curl up into the fetal position, trying your best to just disappear.
“Honey, we need to talk,” Adam says after a minute. He grabs the remote and turns off the tv. He moves off the floor to the couch, a comforting hand caresses your ankle as he begins to talk.
“It’s been a month since…everything happened and I know you’re still hurting. I’m hurting too y’know, but I think you should start therapy. The hospital recommended some places that take our insurance, so we should try one.” He looks to you for any response, but there’s only silence. “Baby, I know it’s not easy to talk about, but if you won’t talk to me at least talk to a doctor. I’m worried about you. I just want you to be okay.”
You sit up, trying your best to think of anything to say, but nothing comes out.
“You can’t just spend all day here wasting away.”
“You don’t understand,” you finally say.
“No, I don’t understand because you don’t talk to me anymore!” Adam says in frustration.
“It’s all my fault! It’s my fault our baby died and there’s nothing I can do to bring them back!” you shout. All of your emotions spill out of you and for the first time since it happened, you cried. You cry like everything you ever loved has died. You cry like you’ll never feel happy again. Tears stream down your face and snot runs out of your nose. Your sobs are muffled by Adam pulling you to his chest. His strong arms wrap around your body, holding you tightly like you might try to run away.
“Baby, it’s not your fault. We did everything right,” Adam whispers.
“I had an abortion back when I was with my abusive ex. It left scarring on my uterus and that’s why I miscarried. It’s my fault. If I hadn’t had the abortion, our baby might still be alive.” You sob harder into Adam’s shirt. “I’m sorry.”
Adam doesn’t say anything. He rubs your back as you continue to cry. You don’t stop until your throat feels raw, but still sit in silence with Adam comforting you.
“I don’t blame you. I would never blame you for making a decision like that,” Adam says after minutes of silence.
“I know, but I hate myself for it and I’m too ashamed to talk about it to a stranger.”
“We can go together if you want. I’ll always be here to support you.”
“Okay,” you say, pulling out of his embrace.
“Okay. Everything is going to be okay.”
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‼️Fic Find Alert‼️
Does anyone remember that Adam driver Halloween fic based on the song ‘In My Room’ by Insane Clown Posse? I’ve been trying to find it for months and I remembered it again bc it’s Halloween and it’s was SO GOOD. I believe it was on tumblr but I also could’ve been Ao3 ):
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ADCU Dazed & Confused Headcanons
Note: Okay, so if you can't tell, I've been OBSESSED with Dazed and Confused recently, it's my all-time favorite movie. I stated that before, and no one explicitly asked for these HCs, but I am giving them to you anyway. If you like this movie-style headcanon, I have no issue taking requests for more movie HCs for the ADCU in the future.
I'm giving you which AD character would be who/what in the D&C universe, and giving you links so you can see exactly what these characters looked like :)
Kylo
Kylo is FOR SURE Randall "Pink" Floyd
Never having a set friend group in high school, Kylo can hang out with whoever, whenever he chooses.
He drives a sick muscle car, just like the rest of his friends, showing his parents were well off.
Such a sweetheart, though he hangs out with the jocks, he doesn't truly associate with them at heart.
Huge athlete, but wants to play by his rules.
Adam Sackler
Sackler is definitely a Pickford type of guy.
Any time his parents go out of town, he's already thought up three different parties for the weekend.
He's a heavy stoner and loves his alcohol, which he always manages to have an in to get.
So, so loyal to his partner. Brings his partner everywhere he goes, literally cannot get rid of the two.
Paterson
Pat is such a sweet guy, and that's why I see him as more of a Tony.
He was never super popular in school, always having to be dragged along with the rest of the group.
Loved playing poker with friends on the weekends.
However, always found himself in the middle of a party, that he didn't even want to be at.
Best friends with Clyde, those two are always together.
Clyde
What a sweet guy as well, would love to prove himself to you, and I do believe he would be a Mike type of guy.
Definitely loves staying in with you, and cuddling, not a huge fan of crowds.
However, you convince him that you both need to go out on the first night of summer and watch him nearly embarrass himself in a drunken fight. Multiple times.
Very awkward dude who always wants to seem smart, and never wants to disappoint anyone, and has a lot of pressure from his family.
Charlie
I definitely see Charlie as a Don type.
Listen, he was a football player and low-key a womanizer.
He's just so cute, how could anyone NOT want to be with him back in those days?
Charlie would be a heavy stoner, like the rest of the school back in the 70s.
He gets girls like he breathes air, constantly. He always has a girl on his arm.
Always hanging out with Kylo and Sackler, found drinking a beer after school, always.
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I feel SO bad , I was reading your pinned and I misread the first character as Adam Sandler..
literally made me realize I need to go to bed 😭
LOL. Hope you got some sleep omg.
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"Boredom is bullshit. Boredom is for lazy people who have no imagination." - Adam Sackler
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adcu masterlist
welcome to my masterlist!
Here are all my Adam Driver Character Universe (ADCU) works.
ao3
NOTE: all of my writings are works of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of my own imagination & are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events and people (living or dead) are coincidental.
Kylo Ren
Series:
The Empress
Part I
Part II
Part III
Part IV
Part V
Part VI
Part VII
Part VIII
Part IX
Part X
Requests
Streets (Doja Cat Song Request)
Ben Solo
Blood-Letting
Adam Sackler
Why Do You Feel
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Master list
Disclaimer: I only do Gn or Female for X reader, I don't do OCs.
I will write smut but I will not take requests for it.
Request's are open.
I take Plots,prompts, dialogue prompts,etc. Anything your imaginative minds can think of.
•Prompt List
ADCU
•Prompt Exchange with @kylowritten
•ADCU prompt list
•Kylo Ren / Ben Solo
•Favorite Distraction°
•Pen and Paper°
•Domesticated°
•Dedication Masterlist°
•Flip Zimmerman
•Proud
•Adam Sackler
•Phillip Altman
• Reunion pt.1
•Ren/Zimmerman/Sackler/Altman
•How ADCU character's react to an S/O who is insecure.
X-Men
•Charles Xavier
•Oneshots•
•It's a goldfish and cream soda kinda night
•Totally normal morning!?
•Skits(?)•
•Snacks
•Cruel Joke
•Late nights
•Requests•
•Paris
•Erik Lehnsherr
•Love is Complicated
Batman
•Bale!Bruce Wayne
•Presence
LOTR / Hobbit
•Thranduil
•Legolas
Top Gun Maverick
•Bradly "Rooster" Bradshaw
•Jake "Hangman" Seresin
Detroit: Become Human
•Conner RK800
•"Nines" RK900
•"Sixty" RK800 '60
•Markus RK200
Daredevil
•Matthew Murdock "Daredevil"
•Night Terrors (Request)
• And Down We Fall
•Frank Castle "Punisher"
•The Beast Finds Love
9-1-1
•Eddie Diaz
•Thief (part 1)
•Thief (part 2)
•Theif (part 3)
•Theif (part 4)
•Theif (part 5)
Moon Knight
•Steven Grant
•Ducky
•Marc Spector
•Jake Lockley
BBC Merlin
•Arthur
•Merlin
•Gwaine
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Others
•Damon Salvatore
•JJ Maybank (OBX)
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Request's are open
(Gotta think of some more later lol)
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✭ MASTER LIST ✭
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hello y’all! this is my official master list! included is every piece i’ve made up to the current year! so spend as much time as you need, reading! have fun hehe!
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ETHAN HAWKE ⚝
Ernst Toller-
May Loving You Be The Death of Me : Part One , Part Two
The Grabber-
Bonnie and Clyde Syndrome : Part One , Part Two , Part Three , Part Four
Angel Eyes
James Sandin-
Her : Part One , Part Two , Part Three
Ellison Oswalt-
Then I Saw Her : Part One , Part Two
Ray Harris-
Snap Out of It : Part One , Part Two
OTHER CHARACTERS ⚝
Theo Dimas-
Maybe You Are Prefect , Back to December
Adam Sackler-
Our Own Meet-Cute
Gary King-
The Music or The Misery
Francis Munch-
The Girl Behind The Aura
Dexter Morgan-
Hello, You : Prologue
Nathan Bratt-
That Boy From School ( coming soon )
Peter Strahm-
Don't Stand Too Close To Me ( coming soon )
Robert Renfield-
Lust for Life
Make Damn Sure
Aziraphale x Crowley-
Somewhere Only We Know
MISCELLANEOUS ⚝
Headcanon, Imagines, Requests, and Other Short Creations by c0ffinshit
The Doctor Will See You Now: A Short Story Collection
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Sort of suggestive a little but not much
So I'm getting used to taking the stairs instead of using the elevator and all I imagine is me getting back, walking through the door and plopping on Adam(sackler) my heart is rapping my my chest and I'm panting heavily
He wipes the bits of hair that is struck to my forehead out of the way and gives me a cheeky grin and I'm just like... "What?"
and his grin only widens and he responds "Here I thought I was the only one that could make you gasp and pant like that."
>/////> jerk
#BECAUSE HE WOULD!#I'm actually really proud of myself. I used to lose breath at the 4th floor but now I can go to the 7th before I start to get winded. that'#two less flights than my floor! :D#my favourite bad habit;
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Reading List
to be updated constantly
Articles:
"Why Women Online Can’t Stop Reading Fairy Porn" by C.T. Jones for Rolling Stone
"They Called 911 for Help. Police and Prosecutors Used a New Junk Science to Decide They Were Liars." by Brett Murphy for ProPublica
"‘I Think My Husband Is Trashing My Novel on Goodreads!’" by Emily Gould for The Cut
"Woman in Retrograde" by Isabel Cristo for The Cut
"The unwanted Spanish soccer kiss is textbook male chauvinism. Don’t excuse it" by Moira Donegan for the Guardian
"I Started the Media Men List" by Moira Donegan for The Cut
"What Moira Donegan Did for Young Women Writers" by Jordana Rosenfeld for The Nation
"The Key Detail Missing From the Narrative About O.J. and Race" by Joel Anderson for Slate
"The Coiled Ferocity of Zendaya" by Matt Zoller Seitz for Vulture
"OJ Simpson died the comfortable death in old age that Nicole Brown should have had" by Moira Donegan for The Guardian
"Norm Macdonald Was the Hater O.J. Simpson Could Never Outrun" by Miles Klee for Rolling Stone
"Trans Stylists and Makeup Artists Are Reshaping Red Carpet Looks. Will They Get the Credit They’re Due?" by James Factora
"The ‘perfect Aryan’ child used in Nazi propaganda was actually Jewish" by Terrence McCoy for The Washington Post
"There Are Too Many Books; Or, Publishing Shouldn’t Be All About Quantity" by Maris Kreizman for Literary Hub
"An O.J. Juror on What The People v. O.J. Simpson Got Right and Wrong" by Ashley Reese for Vulture
"Super Cute Please Like" by Nicole Lipman for N + 1 Magazine
Essays:
Not That Bad: Dispatches from Rape Culture edited by Roxanne Gay
Creep: Accusations and Confessions by Myriam Gurba
"On Chappell Roan and Gen Z Pop" by Miranda Reinert
"In Memory of Nicole Brown Simpson" by Andrea Dworkin
"My Gender Is Dyke" by Alexandria Juarez for Autostraddle
"Columnists and Their Lives of Quiet Desperation" by Hamilton Nolan
Nonfiction:
Belabored: A Vindication of the Rights of Pregnant Women by Lyz Lenz
The Feminine Mystique by Betty Friedan
This American Ex-Wife: How I Ended My Marriage and Started My Life by Lyz Lenz
The Gentrification of the Mind: Witness to a Lost Imagination by Sarah Schulman
Savage Appetites: Four True Stories of Women, Crime, and Obsession by Rachel Monroe
The Sexual Politics of Meat: A Feminist-Vegetarian Critical Theory by Carol J. Adams
Eros the Bittersweet by Anne Carson
Who Owns This Sentence? A History of Copyrights and Wrongs by David Bellos & Alexandre Montagu
The Once and Future Sex: Going Medieval on Women's Roles in Society by Eleanor Janega
Moby Dyke: An Obsessive Quest to Track Down the Last Remaining Lesbian Bars in America by Krista Burton
University of Nike: How Corporate Cash Bought American Higher Education by Joshua Hunt
What it Feels Like for a Girl by Paris Lees
Female Masculinity by J. Jack Halberstam
The Theory of Everything Else: A Voyage Into the World of the Weird by Dan Schreiber
Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers by Mary Roach
Better Living Through Birding: Notes from a Black Man in the Natural World by Christian Cooper
Rivermouth: A Chronicle of Language, Faith, and Migration by Alejandra Oliva
Unlikeable Female Characters: The Women Pop Culture Wants You to Hate by Anna Bogutskaya
Born a Crime: Stories From a South African Childhood by Trevor Noah
Caste: The Origins of Our Discontents by Isabel Wilkerson
The Lady from the Black Lagoon: Hollywood Monsters and the Lost Legacy of Milicent Patrick by Mallory O'Meara
Being Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End by Atul Gawande
Stone Butch Blues by Leslie Feinberg
Eyeliner: A Cultural History by Zahra Hankir
Against Technoableism: Rethinking Who Needs Improvement by Ashley Shew
The Wager: A Tale of Shipwreck, Mutiny and Murder by David Grann
Know My Name by Chanel Miller
Empire of Pain: The Secret History of the Sackler Dynasty by Patrick Radden Keefe
Novelist as a Vocation by Haruki Murakami
Rape-Revenge Films: A Critical Study by Alexandra Heller-Nicholas
Fiction:
To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf
Middlemarch by George Eliot
Just as You Are by Camille Kellogg
Just Happy to Be Here by Naomi Kanakia
The Misadventures of an Amateur Naturalist by Ceinwen Langley
Family Meal by Bryan Washington
Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton
The Mountain in the Sea by Ray Nayler
Ring Shout by P. Djèlí Clark
My Heart Is a Chainsaw by Stephen Graham Jones
An Island Princess Starts a Scandal by Adriana Herrera
Blackouts by Justin Torres
We Do What We Do in the Dark by Michelle Hart
Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro
Less Is Lost by Andrew Sean Greer
The Faithless by C.L. Clark
Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir
The Poppy War by R.F. Kuang
The Disenchantments by Nina LaCour
Everything Leads to You by Nina LaCour
Bliss Montage by Ling Ma
Pachinko by Min Jin Lee
The Institute by Stephen King
Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell by Susanna Clarke
Frankenstein: Junji Ito Story Collection by Junji Ito
Her Body and Other Parties: Stories by Carmen Maria Machado
Young Mungo by Douglas Stuart
The Dark Forest by Liu Cixin
Snuff by Terry Pratchett
Travelers Along the Way: A Robin Hood Remix by Aminah Mae Safi
Only a Monster by Vanessa Len
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Can you do one where the reader have ed pls(with adam)💓
Imperfect
Adam Sackler x Chubby Reader
Trigger Warnings: talks about bulimia and insecurities
A/N: You sent several asks so I just combined them all into one.
Summary: Reader has an eating disorder and feels inferior to their sister. Adam helps comfort you.
The straps of your short, black dress dig into your back. Any ounce of confidence you had when you left your apartment immediately dissipated when you entered your parent's home. It was a simple dinner party and your parent's introduction to your boyfriend, Adam. You weren't even planning on talking to her, but there she was—your sister.
She's always been perfect. The perfect student, the perfect daughter, the perfect smile, the perfect body. She was great and you couldn't deny it. You'd been so close as children, but high school was the beginning of the end of your relationship. The constant comparisons between you two from boys at school to your own parents sent you spiraling. You've been a bigger girl your whole life and high school sent you headfirst into bulimia. You got so thin just to 'compete' with her, but it never really mattered--everyone still chose her. Now you were healthy again and Adam always praised your curves. Seeing her again brought up all those feelings and more all at once.
You make eye contact with her across the room. She waves with a big smile on her face. You wave back, only mustering a meek smile.
"Omg! I haven't seen you in forever!" Your sister squeals as she hugs you. Her perfect dimples poke through her cheeks.
"Yeah, life's been pretty busy," you say flatly.
"Oh for sure, my law firm has been…" Her words fade away. You look around at your parents and the guests. Everyone seems enthralled with her. No one ever cared when you talked about your work, mostly because you weren't a big-shot attorney like her. Time feels like it's moving slowly as your sister speaks. You imagine yourself in a Michael Bay movie, running away from this whole party with fiery explosions behind you.
"Who's this?" Your sister asks, gesturing towards your boyfriend.
"Oh, um, this is my boyfriend, Adam," you say weakly. Your head feels like it's spinning.
"It's so nice to meet you! How long have you guys been dating? I swear she never mentioned you when we talked." We haven’t talked! Adam removes his comforting hand from your hips to shake your sister's.
"Like a year, I think," Adam responds for you. Your parents chuckle at his joking uncertainty.
"Well, it's so nice to meet you, Adam! I can't wait to get to know you better." You roll your eyes so hard that they almost get stuck in the back of your head. Adam looks pleased, though. He gives her the same goofy smile he gives you. Why are you looking at her like that? You just met her! Your heart pounds as you stare at both of them. Some part of you knows that you're being irrational, but a much larger part still feels upset. Your eyes get the familiar sting of tears, but you use all your might to push them back. Your bottom lip starts to quiver, and you know it’s only a matter of seconds before you lose it.
"Babe, I'm gonna head to the bathroom. I'll be right back," you say, beelining to the guest restroom. You look back for a second as you walk, your sister is laughing at one of Adam's undoubtedly funny jokes. Her hand grazes his biceps every so slightly. He doesn't even back out of her touch like he usually does with girls. He likes her, doesn't he?
The minute you make it into the bathroom, tears rush down your face. You meet your gaze in the mirror, your eyes tinged red. You hold your hand over your mouth to quiet the sobs, practically suffocating yourself. Why do I have to be like this? Heavy breaths fill the air as you slide to the floor. You want to purge every thought, every feeling, every sentence your sister ever spoke from your body. The toilet sits idly in front of you, goading you into action. Luckily a loud knock at the door disrupts your unsavory thoughts.
“Hey kid, you okay?” Adam’s muffled voice makes it through the door. You think about lying, but there’s no point. He’d know you’re lying just from the sound of your voice.
“No,” you reply shakily. The hinges on the door squeak slightly as Adam quickly enters. His brown eyes soften when he sees you huddled on the ground. He sits down next to you, pressing a kiss on your forehead.
“I’m sorry, I’m acting like such a baby right now.”
“Don’t be sorry. What’s going on?” Adam shifts to face you.
“I-I don’t know. Seeing my sister for the first time in so long just brought up so many feelings. She’s always been the one everyone likes, and it’s obvious you like her too,” you sob. Confusion marks Adam’s face.
“Yeah, I like her. She’s nice enough. It’s not the same way I like you, though. You know that.”
“But why? She’s prettier, smarter, more ambitious, and less insecure. She’s twice the person I could ever be. Why choose me?”
Adam grabs your chin, pulling your face towards his. “Because I love you. I don’t fucking know her. So what if you think she’s perfect, I guarantee you no one is. She probably has a secret third nipple or an extra toe.” You burst into laughter at the thought.
“Nobody’s perfect. I’m not, and you’re not, but that’s not the point. I love you even though you suck at cooking. You’re not perfect, but you’re mine. You love me even though I annoy the shit out of you every day. I’m not perfect, but I’m yours.”
“You said you liked my cooking,” you joke, hitting Adam on the arm.
“I say a lot of things.” You both laugh at his stupid joke. Adam swipes his thumbs across your cheeks. His eyes look lovingly into yours.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me, it’s my job as a semi-decent boyfriend.” Adam grabs your hands and lifts you to your feet. You look in the mirror to see how badly your makeup is smeared. Mascara had barely streaked your face after your crying session. I guess it really is waterproof. Adam brings a tissue to your face, wetting with his tongue before wiping off the excess mascara.
“Ew.” You swat away his hand in disgust.
“Shut up, I’m trying to help.” You relent and let Adam clean your face off. Watching him take care of you cements how much you love him. The way his eyebrows furrow in concentration makes your heart melt.
“I love you, Adam.”
“Of course you do.” Adam places a kiss on your lips. “Do you wanna stay?”
“Yeah, I’m okay now.” You take a deep breath in. Adam throws away the tissue and grabs your hand.
“Ready?”
“Ready.”
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an: different take on the sundress with sackler
cw: pregnancy, brief mention of public sex
For a few summers, flowy sundresses have been yours and Adam’s favorite attire.
Until one day, you take him shopping with you, which he doesn’t groan about. He loves it, actually. He loves seeing you in new clothes, feeling your hips and your curves through soft fabrics.
He doesn’t see the sundress as easy access this time, something he can push up your legs and take you in.
Don’t get him wrong, he loves that, too. Loves tugging you into any secluded alley in brooklyn and having his way with you.
But when he sees you in this sundress, seductive smile playing on your lips because you know where his mind must be going, he doesn’t paw at you inappropriately or make any obscene noises.
No, he tears up a little bit. You sheepishly await his feedback, thinking he doesn’t like it. His voice is so, so soft when he speaks.
“You’d look so beautiful pregnant in that.”
He stands, approaching where you stand, speechless, in the fitting room door. He turns you around to face the mirror, hands cradling your stomach.
His broad frame fits snugly behind yours, and you almost tear up yourself imagining it. Imagining your little family.
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