Summary: You get hungry at 4am. Sackler makes you something to eat. (1.1k words) ao3 link here
Warnings: none really, this is like semi-erotic if you squint. reader is high, fluff, a kiss?
@worm800: how about some pre-confession intimacy between reader and sackler as besties? ……perhaps a first kiss? tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of warm hands on their skin. a tentative kiss 😳 if you can find a way to integrate that with sitting on the counter while sackler makes dinner? maybe a midnight snack? hehe idk i feel like you see where i’m going.
hi my love. i hope this has satisfied your beautiful heart and is something you can live in a little today. sorry it took so long but i think im happy with how it turned out <3333
Maybe you’re high. Okay not that high just like, buzzed. Point is, you feel good, really good. And you’re sitting on the kitchen counter while Adam makes you both a modest midnight snack at your request.
Mac’n’cheese.
You don’t know why that was what you wanted, it just called out to you. Thankfully he had one leftover, possibly outdated box in his pantry. He says he doesn’t eat that shit anymore but he’s tasting it along the way, making sure it’s actually edible.
You're swinging your legs as you watch him fumble around, giggling occasionally. His lanky, long, stupidly strong and muscled body move around his kitchen, obviously tired, laced with the promise of sleep.
But you demanded food, and he was sort of hungry too.
He finally hands you a bowl of cheesy pasta and you eat it happily, so fucking happily. God, this is probably the best mac’n’cheese you’ve ever had.
“I’m not even that high.” You admit, trying to convince him. And maybe yourself. You place your bowl to the side on the counter top once you’re done.
“Oh yeah?” He asks, quirking an eyebrow and sparing you a side glance from his own bowl.
“Mmmhhhm.” You nod, swinging your legs absentmindedly.
Sackler laughs goofily. You love when he laughs like that, from his gut. “Then why can't you stop fucking giggling, kid?”
You blow an obnoxiously loud raspberry, one followed by your own booming laughter. Had you really been giggling that much? I mean, you’re giggling now but -
Sackler launches himself at you, hand clasping over your mouth quickly to stifle your laughter. “SShhhhhh! Its fucking four am.”
You shove his hand away from your mouth, rolling your eyes at him.
“Like you care about being quiet.” You scoff.
He doesn’t answer you, instead his hand lowers and rests next to your thigh. He can’t help but notice the meat and flesh of your leg spreading out over the counter top. He could just grab it if he really wanted to. Which he does, he does want to.
He’s… he’s kind of close to you. He’s kind of standing in between your thighs right now. When did he get that close?
You’re just in some sleep shorts - some very fucking tiny sleep shorts - and a shirt that used to be his but you think you stole it byaccidentonpurpose several months ago now. He knew you took it but he liked it better on you anyways so, yeah. He let you keep it. Now it smells like you.
And he’s staring. Peering at you with those big brown, stupid doe eyes of his. Has he always looked this much like a deer?
“You look like Bambi.” You mumble, letting the words tumble straight from your brain and out past your loose lips. His closeness becomes too comforting too fast, like it could lull you to sleep if he were to just sweep you up in his arms. You bet he’s warm.
You reach out to him, absentmindedly and - shit. He’s shirtless. Wait, you knew that. He’s been shirtless for hours. A lethal combination of a humid summer night, a boiling city, and a stupid broken air conditioner.
Fingertips graze flesh, you let them run from freckle to freckle along the wide expanse of his pectorals. Fuck he’s huge.
“S-Sorry, I didn’t mean-” You pull away.
“S’okay.” He grumbles, doing that thing with his bottom lip, where he like, sucks it in like he’s going to say something but lets it die on his tongue and then swallowing it whole.
You look up at him when he grabs your hands in his, bringing them back to his chest. You lay your palms flat on his skin and you swear you can feel his heart through his chest, beating like a fucking stallion. Shit, maybe that’s your own pulse, you can’t tell.
Sackler sucks in a sharp breath, eyes twinkling in the low light of the kitchen. “Your hands are hot… like warm, they're really warm I mean.”
You giggle, “I know dummy, it’s fucking hot in here.”
“Want a gatorade?”
“Mmhmm.” You nod your head, biting your lip.
He moves from your body to the fridge and you pout. You watch him, his muscles contort as he leans down, craning to peer into the fridge like a giraffe. You like his back, you like how wide it is, how effortlessly strong he is. Those little shorts he wears that show off so much of his thighs, barely covering his ass like the slut he is-
“What flavour?” He calls out.
You don't think about it too hard. “Blue.”
Sackler chuckles, shutting the fridge behind him and settling himself between your thighs again. You smile while you watch him unscrew the cap.
“Blue flavour.” He repeats quietly, you both laugh.
You try to take the open bottle from him but he holds it away from you, mumbling a quiet ‘let me’. So you settle your arms by your sides, letting him bring the rim of the bottle to your lips. You part your mouth open for him. He slowly tilts it, letting the sweet blue liquid filter past your lips and onto your tongue.
He watches you swallow.
He watches it stain your pink insides. He thinks about how he would like to lick the sugar from your lips, taste it from your mouth.
“Tiny sips... good, like that.” He tells you and your stomach flips. Why does it flip like that? Why does your pussy flutter around absolutely nothing? When did his voice get so low?
For balance, your hands travel up to his forearms, aiding him in giving you those tiny sips as they wrap around what they can of his thick arms.
You pull away, having had enough and Sackler places the bottle off to the side. But he stays between your legs.
His hand dances on the outskirts of your thigh, thumb barely brushing over the skin, creating goosebumps despite the heat. He notices, head hung low, watching his own hands inch closer and closer to you. You can tell he’s holding himself back.
So you lean forward, resting your forehead against his and he flinches a bit.
“I’m not that high.” He leans back, looking at you funny, like he doesn't believe you. He shouldn’t. But you know yourself, you’re fine, clear minded.
Regardless, he’s still looking at you. Shit, shit, shit, don't laugh. Don't laugh!
He comes back in, nudges his nose against yours and your breath is caught in your throat. His hands - fuck, his hands - they slither up and down your thighs, groping and pulling at the supple flesh. He shudders.
Sackler leans in closer, chest nearly grazing your own and ghosting his lips along yours - an almost kiss. A stupid almost kiss, you can almost taste him.
His lips are soft, you know that much. You try to reach out and lick them, or press yours firmly enough to his so that he couldn’t deny you anymore. But he’s quick, quicker than you. You grumble and whine. Adam smiles.
“Come kiss me in the morning, kid.” He kisses your forehead before he’s walking away and into his room, leaving the door open behind him
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hi quierida! can we get a little late night fluff action with kylo. also with something like "why'd you pull away?" :) (interpret this how you'd like!)
[word count 448; Kylo x RC; fluff]
With cold air creeping throughout the room, you found yourself wrapped up in his thick arms. Warmth radiated from them into you. His taut muscles indicated that he was either enduring a nightmare--one he would refuse to speak of when he awoke--or else he, too, was chilled by the breeze. You held your breath for a moment in order to check his. It was level, relaxed. Not an indication that he was asleep, you reminded yourself while twisting around to peer at his face in the darkness. You traced those ever-familiar contours, which seemed to be carved from stone. His eyebrows drew towards one another, the movement almost concealed due to the absence of light. Releasing a sigh, he rolled onto his other side.
“Why’d you pull away?” you asked while allowing your gaze to travel along his spine then across the muscles of his back. You touched a hand there, palm pressed against that warm area that jumped at the contact. “Kylo?”
“You should be asleep.” You fought to hold in the snort that threatened to emerge. Kylo was not one to admit to becoming flustered. He was also not someone who openly displayed affection in the more common sense of the word. Thus cuddling was a rarity and, it appeared, something he wanted to conceal.
You rolled your eyes, aware that him facing the other direction did not mean he was oblivious to this act, and turned around again. “Mm. I might get another blanket.” You held your breath, waiting, and heard the puff of air that was his indignation. A second later the heat of his body returned, his arm curved around your body, hand slipping to your hip. It was, admittedly, still cold and so the concept of another blanket was not unappealing even with his body heat merging with your own. As though he could read your mind, Kylo’s fingers lifted from your hip, twitched, and then settled again as a blanket from across the room was dragged overtop the pair of you. Certain now that Kylo had been tense due to the cold rather than a nightmare, your mind was more at ease. “Goodnight.”
Another puff of air, though this one may have been a repetition of your words. He slid a leg over both of yours, tugged at you so that your spine was firm against his chest, and tucked his nose against your neck. You allowed your eyes to close, relished in how close the two of you were. Kylo’s lips moved against the skin of your neck as he mouthed the word goodnight. You began to match your breathing to his, and soon fell asleep in his warm embrace.
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As everyone says:
And they're goddamn right. So my aim is to hoe at least 150% more. Stay tuned to find out if I manage it
I've got a lot more dumb as shit things to say and nowhere else to say them, so I'm fucking ready, let's go
