Outstanding (Chapter 1) ~ Adam Sackler x Black!Reader
Enjoy my babies! I know it’s late! I’m sorry! <3
When you first met Sackler, you hated him. He was an obnoxious manboy who had no filter whatsoever. With his inappropriate jokes and outbursts during the commercial shoot, you never thought you would finish before the deadline. He couldn’t keep his head in one place no matter how many times the director put him in check. You figured he was one of the many boys who came to New York thinking they could profit off their looks and make it to stardom.
You had suffered about 4 hours of Sackler’s grueling annoyance when a pretty blonde woman walked on set. She walked over to Sackler, speaking to him first before she walked over with a wide smile. “Hi, I’m Jessa! I’m Adam’s girlfriend… Although that is up for debate.” She glared back at him. You stood there with a wide smile that was slowly faltering at the odd and uncomfortable glares they shot at one another. “It’s um… It’s nice to meet you, Jessa. I’m Y/N.” You gave her a short smile when she finally looked back. “It’s nice to meet you too, hun.” Her accent thick as she spoke. “Well… I’ll step off to the side. I figure you want to wrap this up as soon as you can.” She laughed shortly before stepping off to the side.
With the small break over and the lights shining on the both of you, the shooting started once again. “What’s for dinner, honey?” You recite your lines eloquently. “Well, I’m glad you asked, babe. We got our first delivery of Blue Apron today.” Adam carried the box to the island and set it down. “Blue Apron? What’s that?” You strode over to meet him. “Well, I’m glad you- fuck.. I already said that.” Adam let out a bubbly laugh. You sighed heavily as the director shouted for the shoot to cut. Sackler shoved your shoulder slightly. “My bad. Next take. I promise.” He was only met with a sharp stare.
You felt a bead of sweat roll down your back from the hot lights as you and Adam ran through the scene for what had to be the 12th time. You practically held your breath each time it was his turn to speak. When the director finally shouted for the final cut, you wanted to dance and cheer, but you digressed.
With Sackler running over to celebrate a successful shoot with his girlfriend, you left to go get changed to retreat to your apartment with a bottle of wine and some sushi for the rest of the night. You apologized as you slipped by and pushed into the dressing room. You could feel the hard stare of someone on your back, but you tossed the feeling away, too concentrated on the task at hand. The wardrobe wasn’t anything too intense, just some jewelry pieces and your top. You were back out the door in no time, headed to part ways with the director until you heard a voice shout for you.
“Y/N! Hey girl, before you leave, Adam and I were wondering if you wanted to stop by our apartment tonight? Ya know… Have some dinner and talk. You dealt with him all day, I figured we could treat you to some food at the least.” She laughed softly. Flickering your eyes between the two of them, you debated your answer before swallowing your apprehension. “Sure. I would love to.” You smiled softly and shuffled your bag onto your other shoulder.
It was quite the kicker for Sackler who was laughing about it practically the whole dinner. The wine bottle had been left outside on the steps and probably stolen by some random edgy teenagers while you all talked for the third hour. You had learned all about their drama with Hannah and all her other friends and how Adam and Jessa came to be. It was a fun dinner at the least, especially fun when you compared it to the shoot earlier that day.
You decided it was best not to come empty-handed, so you brought a bottle of wine and some apple pie with you. Your mama had taught you better than to go to anyone’s house and just take their food with no thanks. Finding the apartment was a bit of struggle, but you made it eventually. You pressed on the button by the door and shuffled the pie on your arm, clearing your throat softly until you earned a loud crackling in your ear. “Who is it?!” You heard Sackler’s voice shout through the speaker. You cringed away and cursed softly. “Y/N. It’s Y/N… damn.” You rolled your eyes and huffed softly. Without any apology, the door buzzed loudly.
Their apartment was all the way on the other end of the old townhome, which caused you to lose your breath on the way there. You huffed softly and shook your head as you knocked firmly on the door. It wasn’t even seconds later until Jessa ripped the door open with a wide smile. “Y/N! Welcome! Here I’ll take this from you.” She grabbed the pie from your hands. You slipped the wine from your bag with a soft smile. “I also brought some merlot.” That only earned you a shocked, blank stare. “Oh.. Oh Y/N.. we’re um… We’re in AA.” You could feel blood rush to your ears as you stood there. “Oh my god. I am so sorry.”
You were sad to leave oddly enough, but you had a different shoot the next day that required some rest. You all gathered at the door to say your goodbyes. You swung your jacket onto your arms as Adam grabbed your bag and handed it over. “We’ll have to plan a dinner at mine next time.” You suggested. “Then we’ll have to see who really cooks the meanest chicken.” You teased Adam. “Thank you for having me over guys.” You walked out the door. They both waved you goodbye as you slipped out the door and down the stairs.
The subway ride back home seemed to pass in a flash before you were in your apartment, bra on the couch, and bag on the coffee table. You walked to the kitchen and poured yourself a glass of water before heading to the couch and collapsing down. You shuffled through your purse in search of your contact case but brushed against a slip of paper. You pulled it out in a bit of confusion and scanned over the paper. Your heart skipped a beat as you stared at Sackler’s chicken scratch with an attached number. You figured it was for planning purposes or arguing about who could cook better, so you simply set it down to the side, but your heart was still racing.
Your brain still hadn’t settled by the time you laid down in bed. Had he given his number to you for the purpose of setting up another number? Why hadn’t he just given it to you in front of Jessa? You theorized in your head until it all just became a jumbled mess. Finally convincing yourself that Adam was in a happy and presumably healthy relationship, you decided to let your mind and body relax for a good night’s sleep.
The time has come! Dark!Flip and Sackler x Black!reader are being laid out and worked on as you read this! Since I’m working on both of these at the same time, I need to schedule them to ensure the best quality writing gets out to you all! (This is subject to change as I start college in less than a month!)
Tuesdays: Dark!Flip, drabbles, thots
Thursdays: Sackler x Black!Reader, imagines
During the week I will answer any questions or random things I get in my inbox as I can, but that requires things to be in my messages so please spam away!
Soft music surrounded the house. Adam quietly followed the source, his heart pounded with anticipation. He turned the corner and his stomach turned at the sight. His beloved stood in front of the stove, cooking what smelt like bacon and eggs as she danced lightly to the song.
“You blow my mind,
I’m satisfied.”
He snuck up behind her, feeling her jolt as his hands gripped her waist. She turned to look at him, an intoxicating smile spreading across her lips. Adam nearly melted at the sight, just as he did when he first saw it. It lit up her entire face, her chocolate eyes shining so bright that it almost blinded him. He felt himself leaning into her as they swayed side to side slowly to the music. Her smooth voice filled his ears as she sang along, smoothing his entire being as he listened.
He had never met someone who made him feel the way he does, not Hannah nor Jessa, two people he loved dearly. However, they never made his heart beat the way she did. Their presence was one that fill a hole in his life, but her’s fill the dark hole in his heart. Adam would never be able to understand what he did to deserve such happiness, but the feeling he felt since he met her was outstanding.
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I decided to make a teaser for both ideas to let you all decide which one you like the best! If they both get the same kinda hype, I will write them both on a schedule, but if one is favored over the other, I will focus on that one and update it more!
I went on a date yesterday and it was fine and the guy was ok but he was awkward and it just made me think about Adam Sackler on an awkward first date.
Usually I imagine falling for him after knowing him - working with him or having mutual friends - so you already have that initial barrier broken down.
But like meeting him off of hinge?
He would be so fucking awkward. Say all the wrong things. Be super inappropriate.
And then STILL ask you to come back to his place.
You might tell him that you have no intention of having sex on the first date and he shakes his head vigorously. Says the invitation is for some other innocuous reason - come see that canoe-sized replica of a Viking ship he’s been crafting or some shit. And in spite of yourself you’re curious so you say yes and make the short walk to his place, very conscious of the fact that he keeps touching your arm any time he speaks, finding excuses to make contact with you. And it is SO obvious. So heavy handed. But somehow you’re not too bothered.
In his apartment he does show you the canoe and it does look like a mini Viking ship. He asks if it impresses you and you shrug, honest.
“But what would impress you?” He asks, hands stuffed in his pockets from where he stands, across the room from you with the ¾ finished canoe between you.
“Impress me?” You ask, laughing at such an absurd, forward question. “It’s a date, not a cirque de solei show.”
“So contortion? Aerial acrobatics? That’s what does it for you?” Adam’s smile is lopsided and you bite your lip.
“Nothing hotter than a well executed handstand,” you joke.
Suddenly Adam is pushing his tools aside to open up space on the floor before cartwheeling into a messy handstand, his jean-clad legs flailing and bending at the knee.
“Adam!” You shriek out as he practically careens into you before righting himself. You’re laughing so hard you’re doubled over and grabs onto your shoulders to get your attention, barking out breathless laughs himself.
“So was that hot?”
“No it was a mess!” You say, shaking your head and looking up at him. He tries to grimace at the critique but his smile at your laughter wins out.
“Oh yeah? What are you a gymnast? Can you do better?”
“Yeah I can actually,” you respond, lifting your chin defiantly. “Watch this.”
You drop your bag down on the cluttered surface of a nearby table and go to find your handstand but stop short,
“Fuck,” you mutter.
“What?”
You look back at Adam over your shoulder.
“I forgot I’m wearing a skirt.”
“And?”
“And if I do a handstand it’ll fall down and expose me.”
“And that’s bad why?” The cheeky grin makes you want to slap him but there’s also something innocent about it beneath the douchey exterior. He says what he thinks unfiltered.
“Ok horn dog, if I’m going to do this then you’re going to help me,” you pivot, grabbing him by the arm to join you in the open space on the floor.
“How can I help you?” he asks, stepping into you and automatically putting his massive hands on your waist, squeezing. Your stomach swoops at the contact. It’s been a long time and a lot of bad dates, it hadn’t hit you how much you’ve been craving physical contact. But you make yourself swipe away his touch.
“You’re going to hold up my skirt when I’m upside down.”
“To protect your modesty, m’lady?” he snorts, adopting an absurd pseudo-British accent.
“Indeed. And you’ll do it good sir. If you are a gentleman,” you say over your shoulder, stepping into position and getting ready to make your headstand. He waves his hand and bows, gesturing for you to go.
When you drop into your handstand, you feel your skirt flutter around your body along with a grunted fuck and shuffle of movement before you feel the fabric bunched and Adam’s grip keeping it in place around your thighs.
“Ok fine. This is a good handstand,” he says grudgingly.
“So does it impress you?” you tease.
“Yeah. You were right. It’s really fucking hot,” he agrees and you start laughing so hard you lose your balance. Adam catches you as you start to topple over, grabbing you around the middle and flipping you upright in his arms.
“A gentleman and a hero,” you joke, looping your arms around his neck loosely.
You expect him to drop you down to your feet but he doesn’t, instead continuing to hold you aloft with ease. He takes in the sight of your body in his arms before settling his gaze on your face. At first his intense stare feels unnerving, but it gives you a chance to take in his visage. Puppy dog eyes drooping as he watches you. Patches of facial hair that you have the sudden urge to scratch your nails through. Full lips that part as his breath speeds up.
And you realize you have a choice. While a dinner, you weren’t really sure how you felt about Adam. You’d met on a dating app and decided to give him a chance with very little to go off of apart from your therapist’s enthusiastic encouragement to “take risks and meet more people.” You could still extricate yourself from his grasp, thank him for an interesting evening, and head home to a pint of ice cream and a podcast.
Or.
Or you could see what lies waiting beyond that slightly unhinged look in his eyes. Though he’s a bit inappropriate, he’s been pretty respectful. He’s intelligent, that much you’ve gleaned. He’s good looking - fuck he’s good looking. You kept missing the punch lines to his tasteless jokes during dinner because you kept zoning out imagining what it would be like to climb him like a tree. Or to have all of the hulking weight of his large body baring down on you, your back sinking into a mattress.
Ultimately, you choose the latter.
You lunge forward, pulling him to you with the arms around his neck and pressing your lips together forcefully. He’s stunned at first and for a second it is only you applying pressure. But then your back is slammed against the nearest wall and he’s matching your enthusiasm. Exceeding it.
He rearranges you in his arms so that your thighs are on either side of his body, pelvises pressed to one another. Beginning a gyrating rhythm as your body awakens to a new feeling of need.
You want him. His hands grip the globes of your ass and he sucks on your neck when you break away to gasp for air. You want this strange, tall, unreadable, awkward, sexy man. And you don’t know what this means, or what tomorrow brings, but tonight you need to find out what this is like.
“Adam,” you say, and it comes out more breathless than you intend.
“Yeah?” He asks, leaning back up.
“Will you please fuck me?”
You’re not sure how it is that you suddenly find yourself flat on your back on a bed. Maybe you were nearer to his bedroom than you’d realized, having not fully paid attention to your surroundings when he’d invited you in.
Adam nudges your thighs apart and settles his body between your open legs, pressing kisses to your throat, your collar bone.
“Are you always this polite when you wanna be railed?” He whispers in your ear. A thrill runs down your spine.
“You know what they say about catching more - oh my god.” He sucks on a particularly sensitive spot of your throat and your toes curl. “Whatever - something with honey.”
“You catch more dick with honey?” he asks, thrusting his pelvis against yours pointedly. You laugh.
“Something like that.” Your hands fist in his shirt and you pull him down to kiss you again. His tongue slides into your mouth and you moan. A large hand closes over yours and pulls it between you, pressing your palm to what feels to be an impressive bulge.
“Now that you’ve caught this dick, what are you going to do with it?”
You clamp your legs around him and shove, urging him to roll onto his back which he does immediately. Once your positions are reversed you straddle his hips and lower yourself down onto said impressive bulge. Your skirt fans out around you, hiding your meeting pelvises as you roll your hips, but beneath the fabric you’re left to feel his hardening length through his jeans in nothing but your thin cotton underwear.
“Well I can do…this with it,” you say quietly, rolling your hips so that the ridge of his clothed member settles between your pussy lips through the fabric. Adam grits his teeth and grips your hips, shifting your body to encourage more movement. You laugh and swat at his hands. “You asked what I was going to do with it, not what you were going to do with it.”
“Yeah I guess you’re right,” Adam agrees, loosening his grip. As you grind against him some more his eyes search your body, as if looking for something. Then his eyes light up. “Can I - may I - play with your tits? See I can be polite, too.”
You almost snort a laugh in response but he looks so genuine and you nod. His hands slide up from your hips to your breasts, cupping them almost reverently through the thin material of your shirt. Your bra seems to be an unwanted deterrent because he yanks down on the neck of your shirt and pops your breasts out of their cups, freeing your nipples to pebble from the cool air and his attention.
“Fffuuuuck,” Adam moans and he sits upright and presses his face to the valley between your breasts, pushing them in on him from either side. He hums into your cleavage and the vibrations tickle, making you shriek out another giggle and grip at the hair on the back of his head.
He looks up from between your breasts, eyes glazed.
“Don’t stop,” he mutters and you realize you’d halted your movements with the distraction of this new stimulation. So you start grinding against him again and he gazes up at you as he takes a nipple into his mouth, teasing the other between his thumb and forefinger. You inhale sharply and your hips stutter. Adam moved to the other nipple, laving it with his tonguing before sucking it into his mouth.
“Holy shit,” you manage to grit out. Adam grins at you, straightening back up into a sitting position. His hands go back to covering your breasts, massaging them and squeezing them at intervals. You moan and arch into his touch.
“You like that?” You nod vigorously but Adam repeats the question. “You like that? You like it when I play with your tits, huh?”
“Yeah,” you manage to mumble, grinding harder against him.
He eyes you before reaching under your skirt and rooting around blindly till he finds the apex of your legs where it presses against his erection.
“Fuck, you’re already so wet. I’ve barely touched you, baby.” He’s right. You’ve soaked through your panties in the unrelenting pursuit of pressure against his denim bulge. Suddenly you feel an extra pressure. A focused pressure as he uses his finger to rub at the hood of your mound through your panties. You tilt your hips and suddenly he’s pressing just right, making contact with your aching clit through the soaked material.
“Oh god oh god oh…” you gasp as you speed up your grinding. You feel good, really good. You could come from this, with a little more time and effort. But everything is sped up exponentially when he grabs your left breast with his free hand and dips his head down to your right breast and sucks at the pillowy flesh.
“Oh fuck - god. Adam fuck,” is all you manage to get out, hands fisted in his hair and keeping his face where it is as you convulse on top of him. Your little hole constricts around nothing and you grind down against his length trying to get as much contact as possible as your body is wracked with shakes.
Adam pulls off your breast then and looks at you with a particularly proud grin.
“Did you just fucking cum?” he asks. You try to bury your head in his neck so you don’t have to answer the question. His hand pulls out from under your skirt and he grips your waist, reversing your position so that you are once again on your back.
Your chest rises and falls with your heavy breathing, shirt and bra still pulled down so that your breasts are exposed. Adam yanks you closer to him and you squeal, but the squeal turns into a moan when he pulls your legs wide open and scoots in between them. He bunches your skirt up so that it lays around your stomach, exposing your lower half to him as well.
“Holy shit baby. You always this wet when you cum or is this all just for me?”
“It’s f-for you,” you manage to mutter. You’re not well versed in dirty talk, but this man seems to love it and his words have turned you on this much this far, so it can’t hurt to participate.
Adam groans in response to your words. He slowly peels off your wet panties, tossing them over the side of the bed before clambering off.
“Could you…fuck,” he grumbles, getting distracted by the look of you spread out on the bed. He runs a hand through his hair in frustration before reaching down and unbuttoning his jeans. “Could you take that shit off?”
You look down at yourself - where all the clothing you were wearing had bunched around your middle having been either yanked down or yanked up. You pull off the shirt and bra in one movement, eager not to lose sight of the man before you for long. Not with how it feels to watch him watch you as he pulls off his own shirt - that masculine tug at the back of the collar which rips the fabric up and over his head. You’d been bracing yourself against his broad chest and abdomen while grinding on him, and you’d felt the hardness there, but you weren’t prepared for the sight of his mouthwatering muscles.
As he goes to unzip his jeans you remember you aren’t finished with your task, so you pull your skirt down over your hips, hinging so that your breast are shown to their best advantage.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he breathes and it catches you off guard. Yeah there’s an expletive in the sentence, but he said “gorgeous” instead of hot. And you’re not sure why that sends tingles throughout your body. You finish pulling your skirt off and lean back against the bed, propping yourself up on the pillows up by the headboard. Watching as Adam eases his jeans and briefs off in one fell swoop.
He stands before you, naked. Just like you are. His cock is purpling at the tip. Large, swollen, heavy. He takes it in hand and strokes it a few times. Watching him do so from a distance makes your pussy clench. You squeeze your thighs together, trying to hide your body’s automatic eagerness.
“No, keep them open,” he grunts out. You hesitate, opening your legs just a little. Adam shakes his head. “No spread yourself out for me. Let me see you.”
There’s something intimate in the phrase “let me see you.” Arguably more intimate than when you’d just rutted yourself to orgasm in his clothed hard on not moments ago. You oblige him and open you legs wide, exposing the glistening slit of your pussy, dripping with cum and arousal.
“Fuck.” Adam bites down on the word and his fist moves faster on his cock. A knee sinks to the mattress and he clambers back on, crawling till he’s between your thighs, adjusting you so that your legs are wound around him.
The underside of his cock slides through your juices till his head taps your sensitive clit. You all but gasp.
“So you wanted me to fuck you?” He asks. You nod but he drops down to his forearms so he’s closer to you. He licks the shell of your ear before whispering. “I said…you wanted me to fuck you?“
“Yes, please fuck me, Adam.” It comes out as a whine but you sound stronger than you expected you would with how all of your nerves are shot from anticipation.
Adam reaches between you and presses his dick into you, not entering your hole yet but giving you something to rock up against.
“Adam…” you whine again. He sucks a mark into the side of your neck.
“You want this cock?“ his voice is a hot whisper in your ear and you grasp and every part of him you can reach, trying to pull him into you.
“Yes. I…I want this cock.” You inhale sharply when he lifts his cock and slaps it back down lightly on your clit.
“Mmm but where did little miss manners go? Isn’t it polite to say please when you ask for something?” He asks, but you can feel his muscles quivering with the effort of self control.
“Please?”
“Please what?”
You let out a frustrated huff and angle your hips to try and slip him inside you but his lifts his pelvis away, making you whine.
“Please can I have your cock?“
“There’s my sweet girl,” he says with a radiant smile. He drops his hips and again slides the underside of his cock through the length of your slit.
But still he doesn’t go inside you.
“Inside me. Adam. Please. Your cock.” You’re babbling at this point. Tears of frustration welling in the corners of your eyes.
“What was that, sweet girl?” Adam asks, mimicking confusion.
“Adam please put your cock inside me. Pleasepleaseplease - ohhhh.” Your whines stop abruptly when Adam sheathes himself inside you. He bottoms out quickly and your legs spasm before settling back down around his naked hips.
“So pretty when you beg, baby,” he practically slurs. Pussy drunk already and he hasn’t been in you a minute yet.
“Please. Please.” You want him to move already, want the delicious pressure inside you to build.
And Adam obliges. He fucks you with abandon. Lifts your legs to rest on his shoulders, effectively folding you in half to drive into you harder harder harder.
“You’re taking me so well,” Adam practically coos, pressing a sloppy kiss to your collar bone. You practically drool, incapable of responding now that you’re getting exactly what you want and oh god. You can’t believe just an hour ago you’d sat across from this man in a restaurant, unsure of how you felt about him.
Now you know how you feel. Like you’ll never get enough of the feeling of being this full. Over and over again.
“I usually - fuck. I like saying dirty shit in bed.”
“I n-noticed,” you manage to say, humor beneath your breathlessness. Adam delivers a light slap to your ass and you giggle.
“No I say worse shit. Call girls names and - fuck. I don’t know. Make up fucked up scenarios.” He’s rambling and you’re barely following, your eyes glazing and ears ringing as the pleasure builds. But then Adam pulls you up and shuffles. Suddenly he’s sitting upright with his back against the headboard and you’re sitting his lap, speared all the way on his cock. Feeling him deep deep deep and it’s got you moaning openly, pitching forward to clutch him to you through the sensation.
“But with you I just…wanna be sweet.” He says it quietly. His words don’t register. Not now that his finger has found your clit again, massaging hypnotic shapes into the aching bud.
He doesn’t rush you, doesn’t thrust up into you. With his free hand he lightly grips your chin till your eyelids open and you take him in with unfocused eyes. Adam leans in then and kisses you. A slow, deep, sensual kiss that has you rocking back and forth on his cock.
Before you know it, you’re bouncing up and down on his cock of your own volition. Gasping and moaning as Adam’s own groans vibrate through your body.
“Adam,” you manage to cry out. It’s a warning. His eyes snap open and he looks at you urgently.
“You’re gonna cum again? You’re gonna cum, baby?”
“Yes. Gonna - ah. Cum.”
He grips your hips and guides your movement on him, helping your bodies hit harder, move deeper.
“Cum for me, sweet girl.”
You spasm on his cock, clenching and unclenching around his length while shakes wrack your body. You cry out his name along with a chorus of “please”. What you’re begging for you’re not sure. More of his cock? For him to come inside you?
You must beg for the latter because his mouth is at your ear again as you grip tightly onto him.
“You really want me to cum inside you? Are you sure?”
“Yes, please,” you let out hoarsely.
And with that permission he’s emptying himself inside you. Filling you up even more and letting out the most devastatingly delicious moans you’ve ever heard.
~*~
Later, after he’s helped clean you up and brought you a cold Gatorade, he settles beside you on the bed and drops a lazy kiss to your shoulder.
“Thank you,” he says simply. You scrunch your nose and laugh.
“You’re thanking me for sex?”
“It’s only polite.”
~*~
After note: WOW you guys. That wasn’t even supposed to be a lil thot let alone a fic. I started writing that last night just to say I went on a mediocre date and then this happened. Sackler is written a lot softer here than I usually write him, but I guess that’s just what I need right now. Hope it works for you.
Plot:A passionate moment can make you feel like you’re on top of the world. But when you’re living in hindsight: it all comes tumbling back.
Warnings:Angst, unhealthy relationships
A/N:I can’t stop listening to the 10 minute version of Taylor Swift’s All Too Well, so I wrote a fic that took inspiration from it. But honestly - this is an amalgamation of my experiences, of that soundtrack, of Adam Driver’s excellent portrayal of the deeply flawed and utterly shitty Adam Sackler, and the very real way relationships that are based on that sort of passion crumple under the weight of it. I don’t skimp on the hard parts, so this is going to be a lot to read - but I think if you like my angst and my writing, you’ll find it’s one of my best.
