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Adam laces the fingers of his left hand with your right, and gently pins it to the bed.
NSFW below the cut
His lips taste like sweat as you kiss him clumsily. Your other hand is buried in his hair, and his every thrust punches a thin, wordless whine from your throat. His hand leaves your cheek and trails down the side of your neck, smoothing over your breast, thumbing your nipple, stroking firmly enough down your belly to not tickle, and finally landing on your thigh.
He coaxes your leg down from its position around his hips, and lays it flat on the bed. The change in angle, and increased pressure on your clit from the base of his cock makes you throw your head back and wail loud enough to echo in the big room; he presses sloppy open-mouthed kisses to your throat.
"Come for me, come, my princess," he murmurs against your skin, and it's only a few more thrusts before you do, clenching your fingers and cunt and toes and scarcely able to breathe. He fucks you sweetly through it, not even grimacing at your pull on his scalp.
When you go limp he switches to short quick thrusts that will get him off without overwhelming you, and you put your leg back up around him to take the pressure off your oversensitive clit, and you kiss and hold hands and it's very sweet and then he shudders and squeezes his eyes shut and comes. He presses his forehead to your shoulder and you kiss the top of his head and his temple until his hips have stilled and his panting has gone from frantic to tired.
He raises up far enough to get rid of the condom. You pout and hold your arms out to him until he rejoins you, wrapping his arms around you and gazing at you with hearts in his eyes. You can't help petting his back; of course you love both your boyfriend's bodies but this softer smaller one is just so nice to cuddle.
After a few moments you say, "Adam? You called me princess again."
He winces. "I'm sorry."
"You're sorry for calling me princess?"
If you were still on Earth you would have long since asked him to marry you. Even with how royalty is so far outside your area of expertise you figure it's probably better to not try to invite yourself into the royal family, still. Back on Earth you didn't disbelieve him about being a prince, exactly, but the idea of him being royalty seemed less… relevant? maybe? when the two of you were sharing an apartment with Hussein and budgeting to get Doordash three times a month. Now that you're here, though. Besides how you keep getting tripped up at learning which aspects of Eternian society have more gender equality and which ones have less, and you aren't sure which side of the line marriage proposals fall on; it's hard to miss that you live in a castle and the woman Adam calls "mom" wears a crown.
"No, I… is now a good time for a very important conversation about the future of our relationship?" which turns into a pit in your stomach.
You try to answer "Might as well get it over with," but all that comes out is a soft "Uh-huh," before your mouth goes dry.
"I've been putting off this conversation because I don't know how it's going to go," he confesses. "It wasn't fair to you to bring you here in the first place without having it, but I don't want to lose you. I want as much time with you as I can get before you leave me."
You don't at all like the sound of him expecting you to leave him but you put your hand to his cheek and try to look attentive.
He starts with "You know how, as the prince of Eternia, I'm the heir to the throne." And you nod, because Queen Marlena has made it very clear that she expects you both to know how to do the job so she'll be able to retire in good conscience instead of having to do everything herself until the day she dies. So, come to think of it, she must not share Adam's fear that you'll leave.
"So…. someday, probably someday soon, I'm going to need an heir of my own." He drops his gaze as if he can't bear to look in your eyes. "I love you," he says almost desperately. "I think eight hundred times a day about asking you to marry me. But you've never even once mentioned wanting kids, ever. And I… I can't let Eternia down again. Everybody, everybody I talk to, they all agree that, after Skeletor, Eternia needs the continuity of the existing royal family. So I can't just abdicate and be childless, if kids are a dealbreaker for you."
You take a deep breath, and try to marshal your thoughts and rehydrate your mouth. "I … don't know. A few years ago I figured I'd never be able to afford kids, and I guess it didn't occur to me to, like, reopen that, in all the bustle of moving to another planet." You press your forehead to his. "I like kids, I do like kids. If being Eternian royalty means we don't have to worry about health insurance, or paying for college, or even finding a babysitter, I think I could do kids, I think. I know any kid would be lucky to have you as a dad. But. Um. You know how bad my period cramps are." Adam nods. "The thought of having that and worse for nine months is… kind of like a nightmare?"
"Okay, then I have great news." His gaze goes distant for a second. "Two great news, actually. Eternia is actually really chill about adoption, way more than Earth is. So… I won't say nobody will care, but basically nobody will, and the few people who do care won't be able to mount an argument against mom saying she approves."
"Okay," you say. "Okay. We'll adopt."
Adam beams and gives you the tightest hug he's ever given you out of He-Man mode. "Thank you, thank you, I love you so much, thank you, thank you, thank you," he gasps out between kissing you. You put your arms around his neck and pull his face tighter to yours, cutting off his words.
When you break for air he lets out a slightly shuddery sigh that's almost a laugh, and he takes your hands in his and holds them to his chest and says "I promise I'll be the best husband anybody ever had."
"Just be my Adam, and you will be," you say. He lets your hands go and pulls you into another hug.
When Adam's giddiness has smoothed out into a quiet joy that leaves you the mental space to think again, you know there has to be a reason he hasn't already said it, but you wouldn't be you if you didn't ask. "Are you going to tell me what the second great news is?", and of course his face falls and he again can't look you in the eye.
You turn your head a little so he doesn't feel like you're staring him down, but it still takes him a few seconds to make himself get the words out. "You don't ever have to worry about me getting you pregnant." He shrinks down into himself even more. "Ever. If childbirth was your lifelong dream we would have had to get you a sperm donor."
"Oh, sweetie," you say, and raise a hand to pet his hair. He buries his face in your shoulder again.
"It's actually a miracle that Eternians and Earthlings are biologically close enough to have living offspring," he mumbles sadly. "Fertile offspring was too much to ask. I'm a hundred percent sterile, like a seedless grape."
You take his face in both your hands and now it's you kissing him over and over, saying "Adam. My darling. My love. My prince. You know being a man isn't about your ballsack. My treasure. My hero."
He starts to smile again, and then he kisses back. You drop your hands from his cheeks to his shoulders, and push him flat onto his back. Immediately his cock is fully hard again against your thigh.
"I don't have a ring for you," he says a little hoarsely. "I'll get you one. I didn't know today was going to be the day we'd have this conversation. I was really worried you wouldn't want kids. And Eternia doesn't do wedding or engagement rings, so none of the people telling me to just marry you already have gotten a ring and handed it to me and said 'Here, now you have a ring to give her so you can marry her.' Which they definitely all would have done, if they knew about wedding rings, they've been pushing me every way they could think of. Now I'm rambling like an idiot. Why haven't you shut me up yet?"
You laugh, and put a hand over his mouth. He grins at you behind it. "Do you have a preference for how I should shut you up?" you ask, and he sticks his tongue between your middle and ring fingers. You pretend to think about it and he wiggles his tongue a little to encourage you. So you straighten up and shuffle forward until your legs are bracketing his head. He grabs your hips and gives you pleading eyes until you take your hand off his mouth, and then he dives in.
You have to resist the urge to let your head fall back, because you know Adam hates sex positions where he can't see your face. Tilting your head forward instead squeezes your windpipe a little, but it's worth it for how happy he is to see you watching him eat your pussy. Your sweet boyfriend. No, not boyfriend; fiancé. Your sweet fiancé.
summary. six months ago, you and adam were dating and happy until he randomly ghosted you. now, he's standing at your door.
includes. SMUT MINORS DNI 18+, exes hooking up, takes place after the end of masters of the universe, unprotected p n v, oral (f receiving), giver!adam, sex while wearing the he-man outfit
wc. 5.8k
a/n: it's finally done thank god. my first fic in forever so ... everyone be nice.
You shouldn’t have answered the door.
For once in your life, you should’ve stayed on the couch and hit play on yet another episode of the show you thought you would hate, but haven’t been able to put down all weekend. You should’ve pretended you didn’t hear the knocks, or you should’ve turned the volume on the TV all the way down, made as little noise as possible, and pretended that you weren’t home all together.
Because standing on the other side of the threshold, in your apartment complex hallway with a bouquet of flowers (your favorites, you notice) in one hand and a necklace you thought was gone forever in the other, is a man who undos months of healing and emotional growth with one small, shy smile.
“Hi,” Adam Glenn says.
The single word is tense, holding acknowledgement of his half a year of absence in the greeting.
“What the fuck?” The words leave your mouth before you can consider anything else to say. Truthfully, it is the best thing to say in this situation. Because you thought Adam was dead.
Six months ago, after a really great night out with Adam that ended with you falling asleep on his bare chest, there was some sort of alien attack downtown. The aggressor wasn’t your normal perception of an alien—resembling more of a freakish grizzly bear than a tiny grey being who wanted to be taken to your leader.
Luckily, you were not downtown during the attack. Which left you sitting in your office at work, neglecting the documents on your computer, and scrolling every single social media you possibly could in order to find more information. Someone in the office turned the break room TV from HGTV reruns to the news, which gathered every single person into the small room, all crowded around the disproportional TV.
That’s when you first saw him.
It was an aerial view at first from a news chopper, and on the ground he was nothing but a speck of blond hair and a dusty pink shirt. But then social media videos of the incident began to roll in a few nights later and you got the first clear look of Adam, standing in the park you were going to suggest for a Sunday date next week. He was standing next to a woman—a gorgeous woman who you quickly found out was some sort of extraterrestrial warrior goddess. The videos you saw were a little blurry, and didn’t have good sound, but it was definitely Adam. And you definitely saw him climb into a spaceship, and fly off.
Obviously, you didn’t hear from him after that.
Adam looks taken aback by your small outburst. Then, he recovers, as if he’d expected it.
“Can I come in?” He asks.
You hesitate.
Your fingers twitch where they’re still wrapped around your door with the urge to slam it. But Adam looks so earnest.
It’s the thing you liked most about him from the beginning.
In his slightly-dorky Hinge photos, he’d looked like any other guy. Obviously tall, obviously blonde, but the lack of a self-absorbed gym picture was the first thing to stick out. Then his surprisingly normal conversation (the lack of suggestiveness was a major green flag). Then, on the first date, just his eyes reeled you in. He had what your mom called honest eyes, completely devoid of any ulterior motives.
His optical honesty paired with his authenticity is what made you text Adam for a second date. Which became a third, which became dating. Unfortunately, you weren’t together long before the incident.
You pull the door open and step back, thereby letting Adam back into your life. At least temporarily.
Adam looks just a little bit uncomfortable in your apartment. Looking at him sitting with pristine posture on a stool at your kitchen island, you briefly remember before when you two had just gotten into the routine of being comfortable in each other’s spaces. Adam used to easily toe his shoes off at the door, hang up his keys beside yours, and join you in the kitchen with his frame enclosing you in from behind.
Now, he sits on one side of the island and you stand on the other.
Your eyebrows raise, prompting Adam to begin explaining.
He takes a deep breath, rests his hands on the counter. Then, “It’s all real.”
You wait for Adam to add on, but he leaves it there.
“...What’s all real?” You ask.
“Everything,” he says, oh so helpfully. “Eternia. Skeletor. The warrior goddess. The sword. My parents.”
Adam told you his origin story (his choice of words, not yours) very early on in your relationship. He explained how he held off on the first couple of dates because his backstory tended to scare women off. You, in a determined bout to be different from the others, told him you wouldn’t be scared off. But then Adam all but rambled about a place called Eternia, and his father who was a King, and the sorceress who sent him to Earth with a sword in tow. You blinked, smiled and nodded while Adam told you everything, and then put that entire story to the back of your mind.
Because while you wanted to believe him and be there for him, logic prevailed, and pushing everything to the back of your mind allowed you to appreciate all the amazing qualities about Adam while … ignoring the slightly offputting ones.
When he left you, his backstory was the first thing that came to mind as you told yourself that you should’ve taken it as the first red flag and avoided heartbreak in turn.
You did consider that everything Adam described was real, but since you didn’t have any proof, you couldn’t rely on that outcome. Until the attack.
Now, you’re ready to listen to him with more belief.
“Is that where you went when you got on the ship? To Eternia?”
Adam nods, face as stern and serious as before yet even more intense.
“What was it like?”
Adam closes his eyes as if he’s going back to the moment. “It wasn’t what I remembered. Everything was so dark and grey this time, but I vividly remember being surrounded by these large bursts of color when I was younger. And Skeletor and his goons ran everything, so it was like this police state in a way.”
“Do you have any pictures?” You ask, beginning to get more hopeful that all of this is real. Which means that you and Adam could pick up where you two left off, assumingly.
Then, Adam visibly deflates.
“No. I didn’t have my phone on me. I think it got smashed in the attack.”
“Oh,” you say. Convenient, you think.
Adam senses your tone. He perks back up just a bit, leaning even further over the island in an attempt to get closer to you. “But I swear to you I am not lying.”
He speaks with such determination. It’s nearly impossible for you not to believe him. Nearly.
“I thought you died, Adam,” you say. Initially, your voice wobbles. You stand a little straighter, plant your bare feet into the floor, and become stronger. “Or I thought you ghosted me.”
Adam’s face balks. He doesn’t know what to say, which is perfect because you’re not done.
“At first, I thought you were an unnamed casualty in the attack downtown because you just seemed so nice that there was no way you could ever ghost me, so you had to have fucking died. Then my friends started asking ‘what if you did just randomly ghost me’? And I started to really consider it.” It’s all coming out now and you can’t stop it. You don’t want to stop it.
It’s one thing telling your friends and therapist how hurt you are. It’s another thing telling the person who hurt you—intentional or not—how hurt you are.
“But then I saw videos of you climbing into that fucking spacecraft with that girl and I didn’t hear from you for months. I know you were probably doing things that are incomprehensible for me, real or not, but I really missed you. I thought we had something good going.”
“We did!” Adam shoots up. He walks around the island, coming near you with tentative steps, giving you an out. You don’t take it. Maybe you’re too trusting. Maybe you’re foolish and naive. But you stay right there, letting Adam wrap his arms around your shoulders and rest your head on his chest.
Did he get bigger?
“I really liked being with you,” he says your name, so soft around the syllables in a way that only he can manage. “I’m sorry about everything that happened. I’m sorry I left like that. I swear I thought of you all the time and I came back as soon as I could. I would’ve come back sooner but…” he hesitates, the next words heavy on his tongue and too thick to speak around in his mouth.
“But what?” you ask against his chest, enjoying the way his newly endowed pecs act as cushioning on either side of your head.
You wouldn’t tell your well-meaning friends this, but you will gladly let Adam back into your life because of your time in the bedroom. At the end of the day, he was the most respectful and tender lover you’ve ever had.
“But my dad died.”
“Oh my god, Adam.” You lift your head, searching for his eyes. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” he assures through glassy eyes. “I just had to stay back and help out since I’m king of Eternia now.”
Your head finds his chest again and you rub at his back. “I’m so sorry for your loss, Adam, seriously. And …” you chew on your bottom lip, “I’m really glad you’re okay.”
Adam wraps his arms around your shoulders and you feel at home. Your eyes close and you can’t help the sigh that falls from your lips. You’ve missed this. You’ve missed how you just slot perfectly in Adam’s arms.
“Is there anything I can do?” You find yourself saying without realizing.
“Actually yeah.”
You’re standing on the top floor of a neighboring parking garage in your little shorts, slippers, and an old college sweatshirt. Your arms are folded over your chest and your heart is beating so hard that you can feel it against your forearm. Your squinting at the object in front of you, trying to do as many grounding techniques as possible to prevent yourself from freaking the fuck out.
Because there is no way the spaceship in front of you is real. You have to be hallucinating, which induces your panic.
Adam is standing next to you, clearly trying his best to let you digest this information without pressuring you into anything. But you can sense the way he’s fidgeting in an attempt to mask his anxiety.
“So …?” He sounds hopeful, as if it’ll be easy for you to say yes and jump into a spaceship with your ex-boyfriend (even though you two never officially broke up) for two months.
“I don’t know if I can, Adam.”
Adam steps in front of you, blocking your view of the spaceship and instead giving you a full view of just him.
“I know it’s a crazy thing to ask but I just really want to show you where I’m from. The traveling part isn’t that bad and it’s really quick, all things considered. And I’ll bring you back as soon as you want. I swear.”
Adam speaks of it as if he’s asking you to come on a quick road trip with him, not as if he’s asking you to fly across the galaxy (or to a different galaxy? you aren’t really sure where Eternia is located) to visit his home planet. He’s asking you to casually do something that astronauts train for years to do, and never on this scale.
But, there is room for argument. He wants you to do this with him, but he certainly won’t make you. His eyes are kind, above all, just as they’ve always been. His tone, although pleading, is not demanding.
You aren’t sure if it is his tone that does it, or if you’re just plain stupid, but for some reason you find yourself agreeing.
At the end of the day you’re curious. And taking this risk, even though it’s a massive risk, is more interesting than watching reality TV on your couch.
“Holy fuck.”
Adam has his arms wrapped around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as he crowds you from behind. Just like before. You’re leaning back into him, letting him carry your weight along with his. Your head is tilted up, eyes taking in as much of everything as you can.
Eternia is colorful, extremely so. That’s the first thing you notice.
Maybe you’ve grown used to the monotonous flat tones that surrounded you back home, or maybe Eternia is just that vibrant and beautiful, but either way—it’s a nice change.
You turn to glance at Adam and he shares a look similar to yours: eyes big, smile even bigger, wonder and amazement written on every aspect of his face.
“I know,” he laughs. “Believe it or not but a few months ago everything was the complete opposite. When—”
“Skeletor was in charge?” You continue for him without intending to.
Adam hesitates, clearly shocked. “Yeah,” he says, smiling even bigger. He’s proud that you remember, you can tell, but even further, he’s glad that you believe him, even as you’re standing on the palace grounds of the place that everyone—including yourself, you’ll admit—refused to believe existed.
Adam is beaming. He has to force every word out of a large grin, larger than you’ve ever seen him have back on Earth. Your chest soars as you see how happy he is. At the end of the day, he was just trying to make it back home. Now he finally is. And Eternia looks good on him.
“Yeah. Exactly. When I first came back everything was so dull and grey. And disgusting. But after I defeated him in this really epic battle we took the time to rebuild everything back to how it used to be. Or as close as we could get it.”
And they did a great job.
You might’ve never seen Eternia before the destruction, but you can see it now and there is hardly any evidence pointing to this place ever looking anything short of breathtaking. There are a few cracks in the stone-covered ground, and when Adam points to things and tells you how exactly they fixed them you can tell, but everything looks nearly impeccable.
“I have one more thing to show you.”
Adam takes your hand in his, eagerly tugging you down the walkway and to the castle.
At first, you thought what Adam wanted to show you was the castle itself. You did marvel at it, despite Adam’s hurried attempts to pull you further into Castle Grayskull’s walls. He took you to his room, pushed you inside, and disappeared for a couple of prolonged seconds before returning with a sword in his hands.
You didn’t even get to ask any questions before Adam thrusted the sword into the air and loudly proclaimed that he had the power. Again, you would’ve asked about that, if you had the time. But the transformation started immediately.
A bolt of lighting (you had no idea where it could’ve come from indoors) came down and struck the sword, surrounding Adam at once. You watched his clothes materialize off, and then different clothes materialize back onto him. You had no choice but to sit there, mouth open, eyes wide and hungrily taking in all of Adam.
And there is so much of him on display in front of you.
Adam has always had a nice body.
He told you about his trips to the gym in hopes of bulking up and gaining more muscle, and truthfully, before he disappeared you didn’t see that much progress. Which was no issue for you! You loved his body.
But somehow, this sword and the ‘power’ that Adam possesses has given him new clothes and a new body.
What was once perfectly soft for you to lay on during movie nights is now magically sculpted, and glistening in the sunlight filtering in from Adam’s windows. He’s chisled—that’s the only way to describe it. His thighs are carved, each and every muscle accentuated beneath his leather skirt. The definition in his abdomen isn’t extreme, and it feels almost natural, surrounded by a healthy layer of fat that tells you that despite his new body, Adam is still Adam.
“So…” Adam prompts, his arms slightly thrown out to either side of his body. For a moment, he looks a little shy, a glimpse of the Adam you knew back on Earth. But then he glances down at his torso, seems to remember who he is, and then he slowly gives you a spin, letting you take in all of him in one slow turn.
Somehow, his back looks even better than his front. You’ve never seen a back and shoulders as sculpted as his.
“Jesus Christ," you say, not even bothering to hide the amazement in your voice.
Adam rushes to you, dropping to his knees to be on the same level with you as you’re sitting on the edge of the bed. “I know, right! The first time it happened I couldn’t believe it.”
“What exactly just happened?”
He shrugs, gesturing to the almost-forgotten sword behind you both. “I have the power. By the power of Grayskull.”
Right. Whatever that means.
“What do you think?”
“I think this is so fucking cool, Adam.” Your hands cup his cheeks, the tips of your fingers reaching into his golden roots. Instinctively, you scratch at his scalp and instinctively, Adam melts into your touch. His eyelids flutter shut and he practically purrs, releasing a sound mixed between a sigh and a groan.
“I missed you so much,” he admits.
“I missed you more, Adam,” you admit. It’s the truth, wholehearted and vulnerable.
You were angry that Adam left, yes, but you were angry because you missed him. You were sad beneath everything else, and the sadness made you feel weak and exposed, especially to your friends who were quick to start shit talking Adam once you told them that you were essentially ghosted.
I knew there was something off about him.
No guy is that nice.
Didn’t you say he had some weird childhood or something? Never give one of those guys a chance.
There was practically nothing for you to do but be angry along with them. If you allowed yourself to be sad in their presence, that would be weak. You would be stupid to mourn a relationship that everyone else thought wasn’t going to work out.
So you hid everything beneath anger. You blocked his number and blocked his Instagram, just to unblock both a few nights later in hopes that he would reach out. You scrolled through the few pictures you had together, wondering where everything went wrong. You came to conclusion after conclusion, hoping the next one would make more sense than the last and make you feel better.
But you don’t have to do that anymore.
Because Adam is here, in your hands again.
You latch onto strands of his hair and pull him up and close, reclining back against the plush mattress throughout.
It doesn’t take long at all for Adam to pick up.
He wraps his large hands around your knees, reaching behind them to latch onto you and pull your legs further apart. He lets himself be guided home until your pelvis is flush together. One of his hands reaches up and steadies his body by pressing into the mattress, the other loosely gripping your hip.
HIs lips are hovering over yours, neither of you closing that space yet.
You tease the movement, lifting your head ever so slightly until your lips brush and the tip of your nose pokes his. Adam leans in, the movement minute and hesitant. Then, he goes for it, completely closing the gap.
Surprisingly, it doesn’t take you long at all to join each other in a familiar rhythm. This is a rhythm you’ve thought about for months now, eyes pinched shut in the middle of the night as you tried with all of your might to hold onto memories of Adam’s body against yours and your lips moving in near-perfect tandem.
It also is easy for you to reclaim this rhythm with Adam because you hadn’t attempted to find it with anyone else. Adam was the last person you slept with, making those six months of silence feel even longer.
Adam kisses hungrily. He always has—on your third date, you made a surprised sound into his mouth when he kissed you goodbye at the entrance to your apartment.
But now he kisses you like he’s insatiable.
It climbs, his hunger. He begins almost gently, tipping his head to the side just a bit to deepen the kiss. But when you hike a leg up his side and hold his head from behind, he inhales and presses into you with more force.
Your position is awkward enough to have Adam slightly hovering over you and you desperately desire to have him directly on top of you.
You climb up the bed. Adam follows you, kicking off his boots in his journey.
You end up with your head bracketed by pillows, the crown of your head pressing into the upholstered headboard.
Adam pushes the pillows to the ground. All except one which he lays beneath your head.
He descends your body until he’s face to face with your center. No conversation is required. You push your lounge shorts down your legs, your underwear following. You spread open for Adam, laying back and letting him make the decisions.
And his first decision is to stare.
Wide eyed, lips parted, warm breath gently fanning out to hit you where you’re most sensitive. He doesn’t make any moves, not yet. He just sits and appreciates you.
Before you can tease him about it (not that you were going to, of course), Adam makes his move. He leans in and he’s not timid at all.
He devours you now like he always has. His nose pressed into your hair, his tongue reaching and swirling and dipping, his eyes fluttering shut and his eyebrows pressing close together with concentration.
Your legs find their natural place over his shoulders, your thighs pressing into the leather straps of his chest piece that he still wears.
With how long it’s been since you’ve been with anyone else, and with how admittedly good Adam is at giving head, it’s not surprising how soon you start to feel the hints of an orgasm making itself known in your body.
You hold it off, though. This feels too good to give in quickly.
You press the heels of your feet into Adam’s toned back and twist your fingers into the bed sheets.
Your back curls when Adam swishes his tongue back and forth over your clit. You groan, loud and unabashed, when Adam licks a long stripe from your entrance to the hood of your clit.
He’s working you how he knows you like and you’re flattered when you realize that he remembers what you like. When he creates a point with the tip of his tongue and runs it up and down your cunt, something deep in you jumps.
“Don’t stop,” you whine, finally keen to chase the orgasm you’ve been attempting to ignore the whole time.
“Are you close?” Adam asks. You meet his big brown eyes and nod once before Adam’s dipping back down and doing his absolute best to get you there.
All it takes is a few more licks from him and then your back is arching, your mouth wide open even though absolutely no sound leaves it as you cum. One foot presses into Adam’s back, the other pressing into his shoulder. Your body can’t decide whether to pull him closer or push him away.
It’s not like you would have much success with either option, though.
Adam easily locks you against his mouth with two large hands gripping your ass cheeks. You’re stuck, not that you’re complaining.
The overstimulation kicks in quick, though. It’s not unfamiliar to you—this is something you’ve done often, both alone and with Adam.
You can’t help but whine when you try to twist out of Adam’s hold and he doesn’t let up one bit.
The reprieve you get is minimal, nothing but a quick moment when he removes his mouth to tell you “it’s okay, ‘m almost done”.
You have no choice but to breathe in the way you know how, and let it happen.
And when Adam makes you cum with his mouth for a second time, it’s nearly painful, but so worth it. Your toes curl and you feel the squirt of arousal release from within you.
It’s not clear when the fluid ends up until Adam lifts his head and his lips, nose, and nearly everything within the vicinity is coated in a thin sheen.
He smiles, big and dopey, clearly satisfied, and rests his cheek on your mound, absentmindedly pressing kisses into your thigh. “Hot,” he says. You aren’t sure what exactly he’s referring to, but you still grin.
“Do you want to fuck me?” You ask.
It seems like the option hadn’t crossed Adam’s mind. He looks almost surprised, his eyebrows lifting. “Oh. Yeah. Yeah. Sure.”
You tilt your head. “Do you?”
Adam nods vehemently. “Yes. Fuck yeah, I do.”
You grin and reach down, curling your fingers beneath the strap of his chest piece and using the leverage to pull him up to you. He wipes his mouth with the back of one hand before leaning in to kiss you, but even then you can taste yourself on his mouth.
You moan and purposefully make a show of sticking your tongue into Adam’s mouth and swirling it around, licking the taste of your cunt off of his molars and the back of his teeth. Adam lets you do it, mouth hanging limp.
And when you’ve had your fill, Adam eases you fully back into the bed, after lifting your shirt off of you. He presses kisses down your body, taking his time to appreciate all of you laid out before him. He swirls his tongue around your nipples, teasing the hardened bud with his teeth, and then repeating his ministrations on the other. He fondles your tits in his hands while he kisses you, and presses light, appreciative kisses into the side of your neck.
He brushes against your pelvis and you’re made aware of the boner poking against the leather flaps of his skirt. One of them brushes against your cunt and the smooth, cool fabric feels heavenly. You gasp, hips chasing the feeling. Adam gives it to you.
He presses against you fully, rocking his hips against yours in fluid motions. The leather glides smoothly until the metal decals at the end hit you. It hitches against your clit and enhances the experience even more.
“Oh my god, Adam.”
You press your fingers into his shoulders.
“What is it?” he asks, his head hooked into the crook of your neck.
“Put it in. Please.”
And he does.
He doesn’t bother removing the skirt. You watch him push down undergarments, and then the tip of his cock pokes out between two flaps of his skirt. The tip is flushed a deeper color than the rest of him, resembling a deeper mix of the color of his lips and the flush on his cheeks. You see a transparent bead resting at his slit, and Adam wraps his hand around his cock and glides it down.
The visual is obsense—Adam fully clad in his warrior outfit, sitting on his haunches, abusing the power of Grayskull to fuck his girlfriend (ex-girlfriend? You’ll need to figure that out later). The cherry on top comes when Adam brings his hand to his mouth and spits in it, using the saliva as makeshift lube to glide down his thick cock.
The Adam from your first date might’ve hesitated at doing something so blatantly lewd. But the Adam you started dating shortly after, the one who begged you to sit on his face and asked to cockwarm while watching The Godfather, began to delve into the obscenity.
He claimed it only came out with you—that you taught him how to revel in the vulgarity.
“Do you have a condom?” You ask.
Adam nods, staring down at you through lidded eyes as he continues to stroke himself. “There’s some in the bathroom. I can go grab one.”
And he should. You know he should.
But you want to feel Adam. You want to feel all of Adam for the first time.
“Forget about it.”
You reach for him with your feet, pressing the heel of one foot into his side and bending your leg in a pull.
“Are you sure? It’s really no problem—”
“I’m sure, Adam. As long as you are, too.”
He cock is close to your entrance now and Adam looks mesmerized. He doesn’t answer, not until you say his name once more.
“I’ll be careful. I promise.”
Then he slides home.
It takes a few shallow thrusts and deep breaths for you to adjust around Adam.
You don’t remember him being this thick and this long. You’re unsure if that’s a lapse in memory, or if the power of Grayskull also goes to his cock.
It doesn’t matter. Not when Adam is rocking into your with languid thrusts. He’s moving so slowly and it’s obvious that he’s savoring it all and taking it in.
He hasn’t slid all the way in yet, though. You can tell because you have yet to feel the cool leather against your mound again.
Adam takes his time with you. He kisses you while he fucks you. His kisses are slow and lingering, just like his thrusts.
He pushes in and his lips tangle with yours. He pulls out and he hovers above your mouth, the ghost of his lips against yours.
It’s not until you wrap your hands around his tousled golden hair that Adam bottomed out and everything hit you all at once.
The leather of his skirt ticked around your cunt, his mound pressing against your clit (you notice the lack of hair and it occurs to you that his entire body is smooth. Interesting), and his cock is so ridiculously deep that you gasp.
“I’m sorry,” he rushes out, pulling back just a bit, but you pull him forward, back into you.
No, he lets you pull him back into you.
“You like that?” He’s earnest when he asks it, seriously wondering if you like the pain of having his cock nudging close to your cervix.
You nod even though your face is screwed up.
But Adam seems to take the hint even better than you can give it to him.
He uses the new knowledge perfectly, never overabusing the length of his cock and hurting you by fucking your cervix. No, he keeps nearly all of his thrusts to a respectable distance from the deepest part of you. Only a few thrusts get that close again and each time feels even better than the last.
You’ve missed Adam so much and you’re so fucking horny that somehow, you can feel another orgasm making itself known in your body. But truthfully, you’re spent, and all you desired was feeling Adam again after so long. So, nobly, you ignore it.
You pull Adam down, pressing your lips to his, and allow him to focus on his pleasure. You attempt to pry your legs even wider, giving him even more room and access to your body.
“I’m close,” he croaks out, words spoken directly into your mouth. It’s like he doesn’t even want to be a couple of inches away from you, and you feel the same.
You lock your ankles around Adam’s back and hook your arms over his shoulders.
You know exactly what he needs, so you press your lips to his and put all of your attention into kissing Adam until he finishes.
And he does finish, and it’s quick.
He barely pulls out of you before he’s cumming on your stomach and chest, not even pulling away from your mouth when he pumps the last few drops out of his cock.
The first thing he asks you is, “Are you okay?”
You nod, smiling softly against his lips. “I’m more than okay.”
“Good. That’s good.” He’s winded and after pecking your lips and forehead, he falls onto his back beside you.
He reaches over, grabbing a handful of tissues from a box on the nightstand and uses them to tenderly wipe his cum off of your torso. When there’s still a residue left behind, he apologizes and goes to stand up, likely to grab you something more efficient than tissues until you assure him that it’s okay.
For a moment, you turn your head the opposite way, taking in more of Adam’s bedroom.
You see photos on the wall, assumingly of a younger Adam with his parents. There are newer ones, too, images of Adam standing next to a green lion, him next to a blue robot, and him sitting around a table with a few men and women enjoying a feast.
When you look back to Adam, he’s back to how you knew him—muscles less defined, everything softer, fully stripped.
“What happened?”
“Yeah it doesn’t last forever.” He seems to shy away, curling in on himself and putting distance between you.
You don’t let it happen. You move closer, pressing your torso into his side, nuzzling your head into his chest. A moment passes, then, “Do you wanna go again?”
Adam perks up. “Yeah.” He sits up and scoots towards the edge of the bed.
“Where’re you going?” You ask, propping yourself up on your elbows.
He gestures to the forgotten sword laying on the floor and you shake your head.
“No. Don’t worry about that. C’mere.”
And he does. He practically scurries back over to you, sitting on his haunches and spreading your legs out around his hips.
“Okay,” he agrees, grinning as he leans in and presses his lips to yours.
the urge to write a supergirl!reader or starlord!reader x adam fic is so unbelievably strong but idk if i'd do it justice💔 is there an audience for this
the urge to write a supergirl!reader or starlord!reader x adam fic is so unbelievably strong but idk if i'd do it justice💔 is there an audience for this
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summary you're staying in your hometown, denbrook, while saving up for uni. when george dies and a new face enters the small town, everything seems to change cws spoilers for the movie, he's not a good person but he likes you, murder is a central plot, oblivious reader wc 3.5k
did i ever think i would be sat online writing fanfiction about the sheep detectives? no. but... here we are.
Denbrook had always been an incredibly quiet town.
Everyone in town knew each other, and sometimes that was nice. People cared for one another like family or close friends, even if they lived across town. There had never been a moment when you felt nervous to walk down the street, despite the incredibly small police department. At no point had you ever worried that there was someone behind you, or that you wouldn’t be cared for if you forgot your wallet at home when you were going to the shops to grab a coffee in the morning.
People cared for each other like their own because they had been doing so for a long time. Generations of families that had grown up together, caring for their best friend’s kid when they needed to. People who grew up being babysat by the kindly older woman across town. Some people left to pursue bigger things in a city, but many people chose to stay home because they had never felt anything as warm or comfortable as what they found in Denbrook.
While you loved your family and the people who you had considered to be family within the town, you dreamed of something more. You were in your early twenties now, you wanted to go to uni and get out of the town that you had been in your entire life. Everything had a rural charm to it. The pretty houses, the fact that the police department (which was one guy) had commissioned the neon sign shop next door to make a sign for the police station.
It was quaint, and it had its own lore and history that could be defined in three tables behind a shop. Everyone knew everything about it and each other, and while that had its positives, it had its negatives, too.
When people came to understand that you were staying home and working odd jobs, babysitting, and at the shops once in a while when they needed help (which wasn’t often) because your parents couldn’t afford to send you to the uni you wanted to go to, people found out about it. Not just one or two people who your parents worked with, but just bout everyone in town. People offered to fundraise, but you wanted to do it on your own.
That was a few years ago now, though. The odd jobs had been infrequent and difficult to come by. But George, one of the shepherds in town, offered something more steady. He was one of two shepherds in town, and you weren’t overly fond of the other one. He seemed nice enough at face value, but you knew that he was close with the local butcher. You could only imagine that he was using his sheep to kill and sell them for profit. Something about that didn’t sit right with you, but George seemed to be a genuinely kind man, and he let you know that he had come into some money that allowed him to help you out if you helped him out on the farm.
So, you spent just about every day with the sheep.
You helped clean them, you helped shear them, and you even helped read to them once in a while. Sometimes you spent the night in the trailer because it was too rainy to walk in the woods so late, and you didn’t want to bother your parents to come walk you home. Some nights you stayed just because the work wasn’t done and you needed to be back in the early morning.
George became like family to you. And now, according to your calculations, you should be able to start at uni with a small surplus of money next fall if you keep at it on the farm. Your parents offered to cover the rest once you got most of the money, but you liked helping on the farm. Not enough to stay in Denbrook permanently, but enough to want to finish out what you started. After all, George was helping you out of the kindness of his heart; who would you be to up and leave just because you had the opportunity to?
As it would turn out, the decision may have been made for you.
There was nothing outwardly strange when you woke up the morning after it happened. You walked to the shops like you normally did before you were supposed to begin working on the farm around noon. George never gave you set hours; he just let you know what needed to be done around his property and around what time it would need to be done. You had worked with him long enough to know how much time you needed and around what time you would need to be there based on how long you personally took to get things done.
Beth had run into you while you were grabbing a coffee, and you went over to her shop to look over the Denbrook Cultural Fair. It was the same thing every year. The same few tables that defined all of the small things that the town had to offer in terms of ‘pop culture’. It was nothing special. You had been to the city, and you knew what a real fair was like, just as you knew what real offerings were. But it was unique to Denbrook. It showed you the heart that the quaint town had to offer.
While you sipped your coffee, you were discussing the work that you were planning on doing with Beth. Mainly, you were telling her that you were halfway convinced that the sheep had minds of their own. Surely, every species had a mind and could think. It was just that, sometimes, it felt like they understood the things that you or George were saying in a way that you would figure only humans could. It was strange. But you didn’t have much time to continue that line of thinking when someone else entered the conversation.
The coffee in your hands had been got when you grabbed it, but now it was at an average temperature since you had been nursing it for a bit. Good thing, too, since you nearly squeezed it right in your face. Had Beth not caught you and stopped it before it happened, you would have probably had to have gone home and changed into something different.
He was new. He had to be. Guys like him weren’t in Denbrook.
He was well-dressed and tall. He had glasses on the upper bridge of his nose and pretty blue eyes that you were a bit distracted by. His lips were plump and full, and he certainly looked like he worked out at least a little bit. But that physique was toned down by his well-tailored outfit. No. He absolutely wasn’t from Denbrook; no one like him could be. But you wanted to be wherever he was from, that was for certain.
“Hi, I’m sheep.”
“What?”
“Coffee.”
“Excuse me?”
Beth corrected you, explaining that those were the things that you had been talking about, sheep, and that you were holding coffee, so you must have gotten confused. That, or you probably needed another cup. She told him your real name, urging you to hold out your hand for a shake instead of stumbling over your words like you’d never met a human being before and forgot what names were.
Still, she sighed when you found it best to hold out the hand that was still holding the coffee. She’d been about to take it out of your hand before the man reached forward and took your free hand from beside your hip for a shake.
“Elliot Matthews.”
His accent was smooth like butter; it fell from his plush lips in a way that made your stomach tingle. He absolutely was not from here; there was no way. He had a camera with him, a notepad, and a pen. Was he a reporter of some kind?
“And your name?” He offered Beth, letting go of your hand to offer it to her.
“Beth. How can I help you?”
“I’m a reporter, and I was hoping to write an article on the Denbrook Cultural Fair. I was told that you would know where that is.”
“Ah, yes, right here.”
She motioned to the tables beside the three of you. But you could see, from an outsider’s perspective, how this looked. To the people of Denbrook, something this small being labelled as a cultural fair was normal. But to someone who had never been here before, it must look a bit odd. You could see it in the way that his expression dropped when he looked at the table.
Standing off to the side, you watched as he clearly upset Beth and Officer Derry, who you hadn’t really noticed had joined the conversation. You were more distracted by the tall man whom you had never met before. He was from out of town, he was here to… you forgot. You were so painfully distracted by his face that you forgot why he was here in the first place. Now he was leaving, and maybe you should just let him go. After all, everyone else wants him to go, and you needed to get to work.
Yet…
“You know, Beth was right, I do need another coffee.” Finally, you found your tongue, and you were chasing after him. Er… speed-walking. That sounds better.
“Hm?”
“I need another coffee. You didn’t like the fair, but maybe I can tell you something interesting about the town over coffee? I mean, quaint little town with a population that all know each other and doesn’t know much other than the town isn’t newsworthy but it may be interesting for a column. In the same way that a fair in a small town might be, anyway.”
He seemed to think about it for a moment. Perhaps that’s where you should have found the first red flag that something was off about him. He seemed to be calculating something in his brain for far longer than anyone else realistically would be. Maybe he didn’t like you, or maybe he was just thinking good and hard about the article that he was writing. When he finally offered you a smile, you decided that it was the latter.
“Sure, coffee sounds nice.”
Coffee ended up running long. You spent almost three hours talking with him before you realized that you definitely needed to be getting to work. It ended up not being too forward to ask for his number afterwards, given that he knew that you were planning on leaving Denbrook in the coming year. You had every intention of going into the very city that he lived in for uni, so there was no harm in connecting when you were both in the same place, was there?
Or, maybe you just really liked him. Maybe you liked spending hours talking to him, and you were certain that you would see him again when you were in the city.
So you were a little more giddy when you were working. You didn’t know it, but the sheep could tell that there was something different about you. You were always happy to be there, but you seemed happier than usual. You talked to them about him, but George wasn’t listening because you figured that they couldn’t understand, and once you did, Lily picked up pretty quickly that you had met a boy that you liked when you were out that morning. That said boy was the reason you were a bit later than you normally would be that day.
When you left that night, you did so under the guise of giving George his privacy. He said that he had someone coming over, but he didn’t share who it was. You left after storytime, knowing that you would be back again in the morning because there was always more work to be done. You left believing that tomorrow morning would be just like every other morning.
You couldn’t have been more wrong.
The news was first broken to you by your parents. They were gentle, supportive in telling you that someone who you considered to be like family had passed. They claimed that the police believed that it had been a natural death, but something seemed off about it to you. You knew George, you knew that he wouldn’t just die. He was healthy; he seemed perhaps a bit healthier than you did sometimes. He wasn’t the type to just up and die for no reason without any warning signs.
Your parents had let you know that they’d cover the rest of your tuition since the farm had fallen through, which you did appreciate, but it didn’t make things any less confusing. You were sad, sure. Grieving the loss of someone who had stuck his neck out for you. But most of all, something felt off about this. You knew that he had told you that he was expecting to see someone the night before, so you knew that there had been someone at the farm that night.
Caleb had been there earlier in the day, but you figured that was all handled. He was probably going to return today, sure, but he wasn’t supposed to be there that night. Even if he was, it wouldn’t have been something personal. You knew about George’s business with Caleb; you had been there when he was there earlier in the day and when the two of them were arguing. So, you also knew that it had to be someone whom you didn’t know. Or, someone whom he didn’t want you to know the identity of quite yet.
The moment you realized this, you moved to turn this information over to Officer Derry, but you were more than a little surprised when you noticed that Elliot was there.
“I thought you were going home last night.”
Oh! Hi, I was but… I got into a bit of an accident.” He motioned sheepishly to the car outside, the damage that had been done to it still pretty visible. It looked like he had driven head-on into a tree or something like that, but he seemed to be okay.
Still, you felt the need to check. “Oh, gosh, are you alright?” You asked, moving closer to inspect his face for any cuts or bruises. You noticed the little smile on his face when your fingertips lingered on his cheeks, prodding to see if there was any pain when you pushed down on the skin. “There could be internal bruising. Do you feel bruised when I poke you like this?”
“I certainly do not. I’m alright, no internal bruising besides the massive smack to my ego.”
His hands were big and warm when they enveloped your wrists, but he didn’t immediately pull your hands from his face. You watched him, a bit entranced for a moment, before Officer Derry cleared his throat beside you and reminded you that you weren’t alone.
“Sorry, I actually had a tip.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, George told me that he was meeting up with someone last night. I thought it was a bit odd because Caleb had been there earlier in the day for some business, but he wasn’t supposed to come back or anything. George had been planning to meet up with someone, and there was someone with him last night, and now he’s dead. I just figured that was probably pertinent.”
“See?” Elliot motioned towards him like he had known something all along. “A man doesn’t just take out two glasses; someone was there last night.”
“Fine, maybe there was another person, but that doesn’t mean there was a murder.”
Both of you raised your eyebrows incredulously, to which Officer Derry seemed to want to brush you off for a moment. But before you knew it, you were outside again. Everyone was gathered because just about everyone seemed to have reached the same conclusion. There was no way that George had just up and died. Everyone knew everyone in this town. Everyone knew whether or not someone was close to dying, too. And George wasn’t close to dying.
Elliot seemed invested, but it mainly seemed to be because he wanted to make a story out of it. Maybe that should have put you off, but it made sense. He came here for a story, and he was getting a story. A murder in a small town was one of great intrigue, and with every passing moment, it became clearer and clearer that something strange was going on here.
You were interested in the case; you cared about it. But you would be lying if you said that you were interested in Elliot, too.
When the meeting was happening, you were sitting beside him. When he got kicked out, you only stayed because you had been named in a small part of the will. George knew exactly how much you needed to afford the uni that you wanted to go to, and he knew that you weren’t factoring in food or clothes or another year of school. So he wanted you to have what you needed down to the last coin. It wasn’t nearly as much as he gave his own daughter, but it was everything but the last couple of thousand that you’d been saving up to. That fact alone was a clear indication that he intended upon changing it once he made sure this money went to you before you left. It was included just in case something like this happened.
Something unpredictable. Something tragic.
Everyone was released around the same time, but you found yourself in the Presidential Suite talking to Elliot. He was interesting and attractive, and after a few hours of talking with him, he offered to bring you to dinner. There was a little restaurant in town that you could go to, and he was willing to pay for it since he was sure that it was cheaper than anything that he was buying in London anyway, since you were in a smaller town with a smaller cost of living.
You agreed, happily. But he made sure to clarify that he meant this as a date. After all, your parents had agreed to pay what you needed, and George had given you the rest. You could move now, if you wanted, and after a personal tragedy, maybe it would be good for you. Or, maybe he just needed someone to trust him.
That was what it was, right?
That was what he reasoned it was to himself.
You trusted him; you were clearly smitten with him. With all that money, he could keep the name Elliot, and nobody would ever suspect that it was him who killed George for the money. No one would ever suspect that he was pretending to be someone he wasn’t to fly under the radar until he got the money. But you were going along with him, you liked him, you seemed to trust him. He just needed that trust to continue into the investigation.
And that was all it should have been. That was all that he wanted it to be. Sure, he could bring you with him-but-geez, why was he even thinking that far in advance? He didn’t need to. He could go anywhere. He could go to the States; he could not pretend to be a Londoner for the rest of his life. He could do anything with the money that he was going to get from this and never think of you again, so why was he genuinely considering you? It didn’t make any sense.
That was why he told himself that the dinner would be short.
He would take you out, make himself feel better about using you, and make you trust him some more, and then everything would be fine. Right?
Wrong. On all counts.
The dinner was not short. You sat with him until the restaurant closed and then walked throughout the town. You were pointing out little spots that you went to when you were growing up, the park that you grew up playing on, the swingset that you got your first kiss behind, the rock that you tripped over and hit your nose on when you were growing up.
Elliot shouldn’t have liked it. He shouldn’t have liked you at all. You were supposed to be a means to an end, but that didn’t explain why he kissed you before he let go of you to go into your house. It didn’t explain why you kissed him back, or why he said yes when you admitted that you were a bit sad and didn’t want to be alone for the night. It made no sense; he shouldn’t have done any of it, but he stayed in your room all night anyway. And he talked to you, and he got to know you, and he snuck out of the window in the morning.
Maybe you were originally supposed to be a means to an end. Maybe you were supposed to give him some credibility in town because you knew everyone and agreed with him. Maybe you still could be. But at the very least, he knew that taking you with him once he got his money was a part of his plan. He just needed to make sure that you never, ever found out why he was so wealthy.
your roommate abandons you at a work party, and you decide to shoot your shot with her hot coworker. {cw for drinking. fluff, strangers to ???. reader drinks beer & isn't from oklahoma. sorry to the 4 million oklahomans and everyone with celiac disease, please forgive me & lmk if there's anything i missed 😋}
either you're an extreme lightweight, or the most beautiful man in the universe is sitting four barstools away from you.
you know you should be mad. moving to oklahoma city had been hard on you, and between work and getting settled, you were finding it difficult to build a community. your roommate had promised a nice, calm night, and that this would be a good way to meet people. most importantly, she promised to stick with you, and she abandoned you after only forty minutes. you haven't seen her since.
you're not mad at all, though. she'd left you stranded by the open bar, which you chose to interpret as a parting gift, with an unobstructed view of the prettiest blond you've ever seen in your life.
despite that open bar, you've been nursing the same lukewarm beer all night. you wish you'd had something stronger, now, as you're stealing glances at (staring at, really) the man a few seats away.
fuck it, you think, and slide over the barstools until there's only one chair between you.
“mind if i join you?” you try your hardest to sound suave as you settle into the seat. “i hate drinking alone.”
that was the best you had. ten solid minutes of preparation, and that was all you had.
the blond startles. he was lost in his own thoughts, it seems, watching the ice melt in his glass. his hand shoots out suddenly, and his drink nearly flies off the bar. you catch it, and push it back toward him. he forces a smile over his body's very clear urge to cringe, and something about it makes you feel better.
“i'm, uh,” he straightens his shoulders and makes a noticeable effort to appear more presentable. “i'm adam.”
oh, god. he's even prettier up close.
you take his hand, offering your own name with a little laugh. adam repeats it back to you as he shakes your hand, and keeps shaking your hand, and keeps-
he blinks rapidly, dropping your hand to run his palm down his face. “sorry, sorry. i'm not always,” he gestures towards himself. “like this.”
“no, i don't really do this either,” you say. you swirl the last inch of beer around the bottom of your bottle. “i think we're in the same boat here.”
adam laughs, properly and fully. gorgeous, you think. adam seems to read something in your expression and settles, tension leaving his shoulders.
“sooo,” you trail off. “you work here?”
you immediately wince, but adam doesn't seem to find anything wrong with it. “i do,” he says. “you?”
“nah, my roommate works in accounting. she didn't have anyone else for her plus one.” you glance around, as if she might materialize. “she's since abandoned me.”
“my plus one abandoned me for karaoke.” he jerks his thumb toward the small stage, where two men are doing a fairly impressive (and fairly inebriated) rendition of angel. “i don't know who the other guy is, but hussein has been up there for almost half an hour.”
“they're not bad,” you say. “i thought they were killer on i wanna dance with somebody.”
“wait until hussein gets started on some marley. it's unbelievable.”
that smile, again, big and unabashed. you turn back to him properly, and take a small sip of your beer. “so, uh, you from around here?”
“it's a long story,” he says, gaze falling back to his drink. “do you have time?”
you nod eagerly. “i've got all night.”
adam politely waves the bartender over and orders a pair of beers, pushing his watered down drink aside and knocking the neck of his bottle against yours. “so, my mother is an astronaut…”
when he brings up the alien planet, you briefly think he must be fucking with you. but he goes on, and you listen intently, brow furrowed as adam speaks. he's painting a beautiful landscape, regaling you with stories from his childhood on eternia. he's unashamed in his retellings, painting himself almost bumbling in comparison to his peers.
he gets quiet talking about teela, the only person he could truly call a friend, and louder again for cringer, the only cat he could truly call a friend. he looks solemn, for a moment, going still.
“is there more?” you don't realize how far you've leaned in until he looks at you, mere inches away from him despite the chair between you two.
you're practically white-knuckling your beer. you pull back, embarrassed, and finish it in one go before reaching for the new one.
“sorry,” you say. “you're a great storyteller. how'd you end up in oklahoma of all places?”
adam stares at you. “you're not, like, freaked out, or anything? most people are out the door by now.”
you shake your head. “are you trying to scare me off?”
“no,” he says, suddenly panicked. “no. i just- i don't like to pretend to be something i'm not. and usually that,” he exhales. “people think i'm nuts.”
you consider this. the story is, objectively speaking, fucking crazy. a space prince with a magical sword and a talking cat. the rational conclusion is that he's deflecting, spinning something strange and charming to make you laugh in an effort to avoid talking about a real past he doesn't want to share.
but, deep down, you don't think that's right. adam wasn't just telling stories, he was recounting lived experiences. that's absurd to believe, and you know it is, but you do.
“i don't think you're lying,” you say finally. “or crazy, or anything like that. i mean, the story is absurd. but you seem honest.”
adam stares at you for a long moment. hussein is alone on stage now. adam was right, his three little birds cover is genuinely stopping people in their tracks. you sway along without really meaning to.
finally, adam finishes the story. he's slower this time, even more detailed as he recalls skeletor's attack, his encounter with the sorceress, and being sent to earth. he gets quiet when he talks about his sword, about losing his sword, and about how desperate he is to find it.
“so, yeah, i guess. that's everything about me. how about you?”
your life story is not nearly as entertaining, and not at all fantastical. no grand kingdoms or magic or talking animals, but you tell adam about your family, and your hometown. you tell him your childhood dreams, about your interests new and old. adam listens just as intently as you did, his chin in his palm as he drinks in every word, chiming in with questions throughout.
“how are you liking oklahoma?” he asks. he's looking at you like you're the most interesting thing in the world. you know you aren't.
“it's fine,” you say, convincing nobody. “i don't have anywhere that feels like mine yet. is it ”
hussein finishes another song, and a few people cheer across the room.
you spot your roommate before she spots you, which gives you approximately two seconds to prepare. she finds you quickly, nearly tripping into the bar, and grabs your arm for balance. you get a hand on her before she goes down.
“babe,” she says, too loud in your ear. “where have you been?” she notices adam and lights up. “alan! ohmygod, thank you for keeping an eye on them for me.”
“yeah, no worries,” adam says carefully.
you shoot him an apologetic look and rummage through her bag for something to write on, settling on a pen and the backside of a receipt. you write down your number carefully between glances at her.
“i have to get her home,” you tell him. “but i'd love to get dinner or something sometime. and give hussein my compliments!”
adam takes the receipt, careful not to smudge the ink. "i'll text you later," he says, and he looks almost giddy.
it fills you with a strange sense of pride, but you don't get to sit with it for long. your roommate starts in on something that threatens to be embarrassing, and you maneuver her toward the door before she can finish the sentence. it takes nearly ten minutes to actually make it through the crowd. she knows everyone, and stops for all of them. when you finally push through to the street you glance back.
hussein has taken your seat. adam is red to his ears under what looks like extensive and merciless teasing.
you're smiling like an idiot when the cold air hits you. your roommate leans against the wall and attempts, briefly, to look coy.
“sooooooo,” she dissolves into a fit of giggles before she can even finish the word, “you want him to show you his special sword?”
you gawk at her.
“just get in the uber.”
a/n: i wrote this very late last night and barely edited, hope it is good and fun i love you. i think i've realized that my favourite "explanation" for why reader would believe adam is that they just Do. like yeah why not.
rebloging this bc it is my only way to say that the little pen button to write posts will not work. absolutely nothing happens when i click on it🤒 does anyone know how to fix this????
you love movie night. adam loves movie night. neither of you are really watching the movie. {adam is kinda uncharacteristically (imo) bold. cuddling, idiots in love, they're """just friends"""}
your apartment is cold, and adam is warm.
that's all it is. all it ever is.
even if it wasn't, friends cuddle all the time. nothing weird about it.
these thoughts play over and over until your brain feels like mush.
you silently curse yourself for your movie choice. this always happens, you know it always happens, and you still picked the princess bride. now, westley is holding buttercup in his arms much like adam is you, and you're trying not to squirm under the weight of his gaze.
fuck, adam is looking at you. when did he start looking at you?
“are you alright?” he asks, pulling you tighter against him. “you're quiet.”
“just don't have much to say tonight.” it's painfully obvious that you aren't fooling him. “pinky promise. it's nothing, really.”
you hate yourself for melting into his side, for the way your cheek presses against his stupid chest. worse, you feel guilty. guilty for relishing in the way his heart beats under your palm, and the way his new detergent smells, and the faint patterns he's tracing into your skin.
“do you want to pause the movie?” god, you wish he was less considerate. “we can watch it another time, i can just put kiki's delivery service on and you can go to sleep.”
“don't wanna get up,” your words are muffled into his shirt. “we can keep watching it, it's okay.”
“that's not what i asked.” you're meeting his gaze properly now, and adam looks so concerned for you, you almost feel sick. “you don't have to get up.”
“okay,” it comes out weaker than you want it to, and you try again. “okay. that would be nice, thank you.”
adam gives you a light squeeze and shifts to grab the remote. bravely, you cuddle up closer and curl into his side. adam's body seems to mold to yours until you're a unit.
you can only see the tv in your periphery, but you don't intend to actually watch it. not this time, at least. for now, you're content to shut your brain off and lay in adam's arms. he sets the remote back down and holds you impossibly closer, his head coming down to rest against yours.
“you don't have to say anything,” he mumbles into your hair, “but let me know if there's something you want to talk about, alright? i don't want you feeling like you can't tell me things.”
you nod, because it's easy, and thank him quietly. that guilty feeling returns, a quiet nagging that you're misinterpreting his actions, reading too far into your friendship, and you close your eyes.
“'f'course,” he mumbles, placing a kiss to the top of your head. oh. “anything.”
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A/N: Once again combining two similar asks! I hope you guys don’t mind when I do this. Also posting this on my phone instead of my laptop so I hope my formatting isn’t chopped. I really like this one you guys. @certifiedsadgirlclub @xbreadratx
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You stood on the edge of the ramp, alien ground not even a full step in front of you.
The spaceship itself had been an experience, sleek and shiny and sitting in a parking spot outside of your apartment building. Whoever parked it had done so quite masterfully, perfectly parallel parked between two cars, wings hanging over the road like any other overpass.
A knock had sounded at your door and you had to tear yourself from the window to investigate. Of course, there stood Adam Glenn. Adam your roommate. Adam who had been missing for six months. Adam who had kissed you only days before he vanished. Adam who had shown up one night with the sword that he had been looking for, and then the next day had vanished into the sky (according to the internet). That same Adam was at your door.
He looked sheepish and unsure, looking at you with a small smile and sad eyes, and you told yourself that nobody could refuse him when he looked at you like that.
“Do you want to come in for tea?” You asked, leaning on the doorframe.
You took a moment longer to observe him. Adam was… different. None of it was obvious at first, but as you looked it became clearer. His shoulders were wider. His shirt, one you had seen many times, didn’t fit quite the same as it strained around his arms. His hair had a shine to it that you swore it had never had before. And when he smiled at you, it seemed sharper, and less domestic.
“Well, I was actually- only if you want- wondering if you’d… want to come home with me?”
And despite the changes, it was still so painfully and lovingly your Adam. Back from the sky with the hopes of bringing you back with him.
You turned to look around the apartment that you two had shared. It had been a huge stressor on you to maintain the rent, but you had waited, hoping, praying he’d come back. You’d left all of his things exactly where he’d left them: a blanket strewn over the couch, a drawing he’d left on the fridge as a joke, everything. Of course you wanted to live where he lived, you had just gotten so used to that place being here. You turned back to him slowly. He was looking at you apprehensively, clearly anxious that you’d say no.
“You mean permanently?” You asked.
Adam started fidgeting with his fingers, glancing down at his hands and then back at you, “Whatever you’d want- you could just come and visit or you could stay a while or whatever you’d like I just…” Adam looked back down at his hands, “I just want you to be there with me.”
You smiled at his earnestness. You couldn’t lie and say that you didn’t want to go with, but to leave so suddenly…
“What would you like, Adam?” You tilted your head as you tried to meet his eye.
“We could be…” his eyes found yours through his eyelashes, head still low, “space roommates?”
—-
It was move in day for your new apartment and you were feeling apprehensive. Moving was always a lot of work and now you were moving into the unknown.
You didn’t even know this guy who you were rooming with. Your friend just knew him from work and knew that he was looking for a place to live, and you were just desperate enough to say yes.
“His name is Adam Glenn” she had told you, “and he works in HR.”
You were so nervous that this guy was going to be some stuck up loser. Be real- human resources? That was one of the least fun sounding jobs you had heard of. But if he worked a boring grown-up sounding job… at least maybe he’d be tidy. Maybe he’d just stay late at work every night and you’d never have to talk to him. Maybe he’d be able to be civil with you as he is with all of the irritated people at his desk every day.
You were struggling to get a box out of your car, wondering what you possibly could have owned that would make it so heavy. You had managed to shift it out of your car but it served too great of a challenge as it slipped from your hands and hit the ground with a sidewalk shaking thud. You cussed at the box.
“Would you… like some help with that?”
You whipped your head to the source of the voice, “what?”
He put his hands up in front of him, eyebrows going up. It was a man you’d never seen before. Despite how tall he was and how wide his shoulders were, he had managed to shrink himself under your stern gaze. His blonde hair framed his face, lying flat against his head. He glanced down at the box and back at you.
You sighed, trying to calm yourself down. You mirrored him and glanced down at the box, “Yeah… sorry. Its just a pain in the ass.”
Turns out that he was no better at lifting it than you as he struggled to even get a grip on it from the ground. It was almost endearing, especially when he stood back up, put his hands on his hips, and looked over at you looking troubled.
“It is a bit tough… isn’t it?” he sighed.
Eventually the two of you had decided on maneuvering it up the stairs together, which was far easier said than done. And on top of that, teamwork with a complete stranger is more difficult than it looks. Multiple times you (in the front) had nearly dropped the box down the stairs onto him and multiple times he (in the back) had gone a bit too fast and nearly
pushed you over backwards. But the stranger stayed positive the entire way, murmuring encouragement to you.
His eyes widened in surprise at the number on the door when you stopped in front of your apartment.
“You’re moving in here? Or are you taking a break or are you helping a friend-?”
You shouldered the door open, still holding the box, “I’m moving in, what makes you ask?”
The two of you waddled the box into the apartment, moving towards the middle of the room.
“It’s just- I’m moving in here too.”
You dropped the box on Adam Glenn’s toes.
—-
Whatever you had expected space travel to look like, this hadn’t been it. There were no stars or space suits, but there was knock-back so strong that it felt like you were on a roller coaster as you flew through a cosmos of color towards Eternia.
Adam looked over at you from his seat, grinning from ear to ear, a sparkle in his eye that you don’t know if you’ve ever seen in all your time living with him.
As the ship slowed down to a normal pace you allowed yourself to take a big breath.
“Its exhilarating, right?” Adam asked as he piloted the ship towards a beautifully green planet.
You tried to laugh but it sounded more like a cough, “That’s one word for it.” Still, you couldn’t help the smile growing on your face as the foreign world grew in your vision.
“I wanted to bring you here sooner,” Adam said, “but I got so wrapped up with repairs and restoration and I thought maybe I’d wait to show you the best of it instead of the worst.”
The ship descended first over a vast expanse of lava fields, geysers of the boiling liquid erupting as you flew past.
—-
“Would you want to do something tonight? Like- maybe a movie or we like… make dinner for the two of us or something?” Adam called to you from his open bedroom door.
He was emerging from his room, gently closing the door behind himself as you looked over at him. You and Adam had been roommates for a little over a month now, and you were learning a lot about him. Many nights he’d get home from work and beeline straight to his room, but despite that pattern, he was still making a very good effort to talk to you and get to know you. This was just a new attempt to spend time with you as well.
He was always very secretive about his room, but then again, you didn’t know him that well and you were sure he hadn’t seen much of your room either. But he was always mindful about keeping it closed. He wouldn’t even leave it open when he was running out to grab something. You assumed that he was maybe just a slob, or maybe some kind of nerd with a bunch of action figures or something. Not your business.
“Food would sound fun.” You mused from the couch.
The two of you set off checking your ingredients, which turned into an afternoon grocery run. You couldn’t help but smile at such a tall wide man pushing such a dinky shopping cart with a squeaky wheel.
Every adventure led you back to the apartment, with a homemade pizza sitting out in front of you, and Adam specifically covered in flour. You had no clue how he had managed it considering that you only had a little bit of the powder on yourself, but nonetheless, he stepped away to change his shirt.
And for the first time ever, Adam left his door open. He himself disappeared around the corner to get a shirt from his closet, but looking through the doorway you noticed that his walls were plastered in drawings.
You couldn’t help yourself, you slowly drifted towards his room until you were standing in the doorway, marveling at the fantastical drawings that Adam had plastered everywhere. Was he a writer? Were these concepts from a story? Was he just an artist?
As you pondered you failed to notice Adam rounding the corner and the only thing you could process was him catching you by the waist after he had toppled you over. His grip was firm and he looked spooked by the fact that he had nearly trampled you.
“I am so sorry, I didn’t think you’d be standing there-“ He stuttered out, still holding you.
It was you who righted yourself, “no, that’s my bad. You just left your door open and I saw your drawings and they’re really cool and I was trying to get a closer look.”
Adam quickly looked back at the drawings at his wall, and then back at you, “You… think they’re cool?” He said slowly, measured.
“Of course I do! Where’d you even come up with stuff like that.”
“Well,” he said sheepishly, bringing a hand to rub at the back of his neck, “It’s a bit of a long story…”
—-
Adam showed you all sorts of wonderful things as you flew above his home planet. You saw sprawling mountains and forests, dragons, griffons, floating islands. At the end of the grand tour he turned the ship towards his home city of Eternos.
His face glowed as he told you about all the repair work that has gone into it, how it almost looked like it did in his childhood, with shining pillars of regal golden and red. Adam’s eyes kept coming back to you, warm and gentle.
“I think you’re going to love it.” He said as the ship was coming over a large hill.
You smiled over at him, relishing in being with him again, “If its anything like your drawings, I know it will.”
At your words, the hill cleared beneath you and the city was revealed. Your jaw went slack and your eyes wide with wonder as you looked upon the most beautiful place you had ever seen. It was like the drawings, but impossibly more beautiful as the sunset cast a pink glow over the golden city.
As you flew closer you could see the people at their daily routines, lights beginning to pop up in the street and in the houses with the dying light. You could see soldiers, perhaps even the figures of Adam’s childhood, patrolling through the city. You could see a group of kids kicking around the ball in a clearing, playing some game that you’ve never seen. You saw Cringer, the tiger from the drawings- lounging in the sunlight. You saw artisans on the bridge over the river, carving out great pieces of stone into the figures of kings. Finally in the distance you glimpsed castle Grayskull, with a dull glow emitting from one eye.
You couldn’t help but glance over at Adam to voice your amazement, but the words died in your throat as you found him already looking, face illuminated by the orange glow. His emotions were betrayed by his eyes, oozing with poorly contained affection. He had kissed you only days before he left. He had kissed you and then stuttered an apology and then stumbled off the couch claiming he had to go to bed. You remembered how his lips felt; soft, gentle, hesitant. And now as he stared at you, you could see the emotion that had driven the decision. You could see why he had flown all the way back to Earth for his “roommate”.
The moment passed as quickly as it had dawned, and Adam focused his eyes back to the front as he went to land the ship. You felt a pang in your soul, missing him as he sat right there, as if he was still galaxies away.
—-
“Ok but I need to know if this shirt looks too… uh… bad on me” Adam appeared from his room wearing a coral pink dress shirt. He looked at you, as if your answer determined the fate of the shirt.
You allowed yourself to look a little longer than you maybe should have. You hummed in approval, “I like that color on you”.
Adam looked down as if to observe the shirt himself, tugging at the hem and sleeves a little as he looked. After a moment he looked up and nodded, as if satisfied with your opinion before disappearing back into his room.
—-
It was a sweeping tour of the city, Adam took you to all of the places from his drawing, and in turn he let you drag him to every nook and cranny that even vaguely interested you. The sun finally set and the streets were illuminated with lamp lighting that was straight out of some cheesy romance flick, the streetlights all neat in a row casting a warm yellow glow.
The whole afternoon had been the happiest you had ever seen Adam. When you looked at him it always seemed like he had been looking at you, as if his eyes had never strayed. He had changed before exiting the ship into some of his Eternian dayclothes, with a vest the same shade of red as the dress shirt that you so adored.
All of his friends were ecstatic to meet you. It was a nearly overwhelming amount of people to meet, but then again, Adam was a prince and a hero, of course he’d be universally adored.
One thing that you couldn’t get out of your head was how many of them already knew you so well. Teela and Cringer both mentioned to you how Adam hadn’t stopped talking about you since arriving, and you couldn’t tell if they were being sarcastic. Sarcastic or not, their insinuations had Adam getting flustered, asserting that he had “just been filling them in on his Earth life”
“Yes! But aren’t they the center of your life on Earth? You lived together!” Teela laughed, amused at Adam’s defensiveness.
You couldn’t help but imagine a life here. It was the most wonderful place you had ever seen. But one issue persisted. You would not live here if Adam was not by your side, and it wasn’t fair to expect him- a prince- to prioritize you over his duties or over his friends.
—-
You and Adam had been watching a movie on the couch. You had been closer to each other than you needed to be, not making contact but sharing a footrest and a popcorn bowl.
You couldn’t remember what you had been talking about through the haze of time. All that you could remember that he looked down, only for a second, but for long enough to be caught.
Whatever argument you had been making died on your lips as you noticed, and you couldn’t help but look at his mouth in response, knowing that he was thinking about kissing you, knowing that you wanted him to.
His lips brushed against yours, featherlight but soft. You could taste his chapstick and his hand came up nervously as he did it, fingers gently holding your cheek. It had been three seconds of bliss before Adam seemed to realize what he had done and pulled away.
You two just looked at each other for a moment, breathless and blinking before the worry set in on his face. He said your name so quietly that you nearly didn’t catch it.
“I’m so so sorry I didn’t- I should’ve asked- I…” he whispered. You furrowed your eyebrows at him but you didn’t have time to formulate a response before he was pushing himself off the couch, spilling the popcorn all over the floor.
He didn’t look at you, “It’s late and I have work tomorrow… I should- I should sleep.” and he vanished back into his room, leaving you sitting on the couch still trying to catch up with the moment, still remembering the feeling of his lips against yours.
—-
Adam was leading you through the palace, showing you the final part of Eternos, and the place he held the closest.
He showed you everything, his parents quarters, the dining hall and kitchen, the library (which was still accumulating a new not-burned collection), and a million more rooms with a million more uses. Each one he let you wander as much as you’d like. You wondered if he’d let you say in any given room forever if it meant you staying on Eternia.
You could feel the tour drawing to a close as you came to his quarters. Adam’s childhood bedroom had been destroyed, but he had fully furnished his new room to include so many trinkets and books, a couple of cushy couches, and the biggest bed you had ever seen. His unreadable eyes followed you as you picked your way around the room.
You smiled over at him, “It’s so… you.” You laughed lightly to yourself out of endearment.
“So you like it?” Looking across the room, Adam looked so small.
“It doesn’t matter if I like it. It matters if you like it Adam.”
“No- I mean…. I mean do you like all of it?” Adam reiterated. He looked so at ease but you could see the worry held in his tense shoulder.
You turned away from him, imagining the comforting warmth of your apartment on Earth. You could see the warm lighting and the dishes strewn across the kitchen. You could see the trinkets that you and Adam had together filled the space with, a Star Wars poster on the wall above the TV, his drawings hung on the fridge. You imagined coming home from work, Adam emerging from
his room to greet you, a smile on his face at the sight of you. You wondered if you could let that go.
“I do like it.” You muttered.
Adam somehow caught it across the room, “Enough to stay?”
You sighed mournfully, slowly sinking onto Adam’s bed, “Adam, I want to say yes but-“
“-then say yes” Adam began to approach you across the room, “if you want to say yes than do. Please.” He pleaded.
“…but this is your world Adam. Not mine. It’s all so charming and beautiful and every bit as wonderful as it was in your stories,” you felt. a lump in your throat that tasted like sorrow, Adam’s pace had slowed but he still approached, step by step. “but if I came here, you’d be the only thing that I have. And you have your planet, your duties, your friends. I will not hold you from that, but I cannot sit around waiting for you to have a moment for me.”
Adam stopped in front of you, looking down at you as if you had just ripped his soul out, “What do I have if not you?”
You laughed dryly, “What does that even mean?”
“I mean- living with you has been the best thing to ever happen to me.” Adam crouched down to be on your eye level, “heck, you have been the best thing to ever happen to me. You believed me when no one else did, you had patience when I needed it most, and you filled my life with your laughter. I don’t want to live anywhere if it’s not with you.” He tentatively rested on hand on your knee.
You smiled, not satisfied, “Why’d you kiss me that night?” You could hear how small your voice sounded.
Adam paused for a moment, searching your eyes, debating if the answer was going to break everything, “because you’re beautiful.”
“Just that?”
Adam’s hand moved from your knew to clutch your own hand, “because maybe I wanted to ask you out and I just didn’t know how. Because maybe I wanted to live with you forever. Because maybe I wanted to wake up to you in the morning. I kissed you because there is no one I want in my life more than you. Please.” His other hand snaked so the two of you were now fully holding hands. Adam looked up at you reverently, the same look from the ship.
You couldn’t help but break into a wide grin at his confession.
Adam swallowed thickly, adam’s apple bobbing as he did. He said your name as if it was the prettiest word on his lips.
“Stay.”
And you were his. You leaned in and captured his lips in a kiss. This time there was no hesitance, no quiver to his lips as he met you surely and lovingly. You stooped your head to meet him where he kneeled between your knees, one hand still holding his, the other snaking to play with the hair at the nape of his neck.
It was exactly what you had been dreaming of for six months. It was something, you thought, that you wouldn’t mind coming home to every day for the rest of your life.
Because it was never the apartment, it was always him. And it was always him with you.
Finally you two broke to simply breathe. You leaned your forehead against his, “I’ll stay as long as you want me to.”
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