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Dance With Me - Adam Stanheight / Reader
A/N Slow Down by Selena Gomez was the inspiration for this next one.
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It was dark when you walked into the apartment. You assumed that Adam must have been out doing something because it was only one in the afternoon. The chilly air brushed across your skin as you scooted things from one side of the counter to the other side. You were planning to make (favorite food) for dinner tonight. You were so excited you could barely contain yourself; you were itching to start right now! But you knew that starting now would only leave your food cold. So, if you couldn’t make dinner yet, then where was Adam?
You peeked into the bedroom, and put an end to your wondering. The target of your investigation was resting on the large, fluffy, bed, fast asleep on his right side. His right arm was bent at the elbow so that his hand was tucked under his head. Adam looked so peaceful with the setting sun casting its rays onto his face, his skin appearing pale in the dim light, and his breath quietly filling the empty space of the room. You could vaguely see the rise and fall of his chest.
Your hand reached out instinctively, almost like you were viewing a delicate piece of jewelry. Softly, you combed your fingers through Adam’s hair, and leaned over him to see his face. His eyes were closed so gently you felt like they would open at any given moment. It seemed impossible that he didn’t know you were there. You took in his whole lithe form, laying vulnerably in front you, and then placed a kiss to his cheek.
Your lips lingered there for a little too long. His skin was warm where the sun touched it, and felt soft. The mere fact that this was your boyfriend’s face only tempted you to stay there. But sense got to you first. Not wanting to back away quite yet, but also not wanting to wake up your ‘sleeping beauty’, you pulled back finally. It was like taking the last bite of a delicious dessert; the flavor and texture remained on your mouth and you wanted more, but you knew it couldn’t happen.
You stepped out of the room, and turned on your music quietly as you started to clean up the living room and kitchen. You still had plenty of time before you needed to make dinner; some tidying wouldn’t hurt at all. Besides, Adam had said that he was missing his car keys. And that was why he had stayed home today, you had taken your car. Now was a perfect time to search for them.
You spent an hour cleaning. It was impressive to you that you still hadn’t seemed to find your boyfriend’s car keys. Adam could be so clumsy sometimes, but seeing as you lived with him now, and YOU couldn’t find them either, made you wonder if you were any better than him. Obviously not. You chuckled at this and shook your head, as you lifted up the couch cushions. You didn’t find the keys, but you did find a disaster of crackers and chips, and not to mention a couple of old cigarettes. In a couple of sweeps, everything was cleared, and thrown away. You sat down in exhaustion, when you heard the bedroom door click open.
You glanced over to see Adam come sluggishly trudging towards you. He sank down on the floor beside you, and put his head on your shoulder. “You just come home?” He asked.
“No,” you replied in amusement. “I’ve been home for an hour.”
Adam turned up your music. “You didn’t tell me?”
“You were asleep.”
“I was waiting for you.”
“And you spent all night looking for your car keys.”
Adam looked down embarrassedly. “Oh… Yeah… But I’m fine, really-” he yawned and then stood up. “Come on, let’s dance!”
You looked at him. “What?”
“Da-a-” Adam yawned again. “Ugh. Dance. Let’s dance.” He hauled you off the ground and started to pull you close.
You tried not to laugh out loud. Adam’s sleepiness was cute and honestly kind of amusing, but you didn’t want to embarrass him. “Why are we dancing?” You inquired, lifting your arms around his shoulders. “Aren’t we supposed to be looking for your keys?”
Adam huffed out in annoyance, and whispered, “Later. I want to dance with you.”
“But why DANCING!?” You exclaimed. “We could talk or walk, or… cook… but why are we dancing?”
“Because there’s music playing and you look like you're dressed to dance.”
“What? No, I’m just in my (comfortable clothes).”
“Yeah. You look lovely.” Adam draped his arms around your waist and dipped his head down to yours. Slowly, he started kissing you. He knew just how much pressure to give you, and when to let off. It made you restless, and you hummed out contentedly.
The music kept blaring loudly, drowning out the nearby traffic just below the window. It helped to soothe the moment, and perfect the situation. Adam started to hum along to the lyrics, and you joined him a little shyly.
Another kiss was started by Adam. This one was harder and longer, and sent your nerve endings into overdrive. Your eyes widened in surprise and you leaned further into him, practically breaking your back along the way. Adam had his eyes closed already, and he broke the kiss. “I love you.”
You were a completely melted mess by now. All you could do was lean on Faulkner and have him hold you up. You gazed up at him in desperation, your mind numb and still struggling to keep up with the moment. “I… I love you, too.”
Adam dipped you suddenly and smiled down at you. “Good.”
Next song after next song continued and carried the two of you into the late evening. By now it was too late to be making the dinner you had planned. You would have to make it another day, but right now that was the least of your concerns.
Adam had you engrossed in a flaming make-out session, neither of you were even thinking about supper. His hands fumbled with the bottom of your shirt, but there was no intent of taking it off. You felt weak under him, and you grunted pushing and pushing to get more of him. You felt desperate for him.
“A-A-Adam…” You stammered into his lips.
The beat pounded from your crappy phone speaker but somehow it didn’t matter to you, the quality was just fine. You had lost yourself to the music and the make-out. You gasped and moaned uncontrollably, until finally you felt Adam’s dominant lips fall back. They didn’t go very far though. “I forgot to tell you that… I found my keys earlier…” He whispered randomly.
You were completely out of sorts, so having Adam bring this up threw you off guard for a minute. “W-What? Oh… Where are they?”
“In the goddamn car.”
You laughed. Adam chose the most inappropriate times to talk about random shit. “Oh yeah? That sucks.”
“Tell me about it.”
Adam sat on the couch, and put you on his lap. “Come here. I’m not done with you yet.”
You shivered, and looked at him. “What’s that mean? You know I have to make dinner, right?”
“Oh fuck…” Adam muttered. “You want to go do that right now?”
“Um… If you do it with me?”
Adam pressed up closer to you. “I’d love to.”
“Great,” you beamed at him, and then leapt up, and went racing into the kitchen. Adam joined you by the stove. “I don’t know, baby. I don’t cook.”
You put your hand over his, and guided him. “That’s why I’m here,” you whispered into his ear. “You have nothing to worry about.”
This was the beginning of a rowdy, and playful dinner-making session. It lasted all evening, but it was worth it, and in the end you both had a delicious meal to eat afterwards, not to mention another dance for entertainment - this was mostly Adam’s idea.
Adam started slow dancing to the epically bouncy music, which had never been turned off ever since it was turned on hours ago. It didn’t suit the theme, but you both liked slow dancing to this kind of music. It was gonna be a long night, but you could try to get Adam to go to sleep on time. “Baby, you know you need sleep.”
“What’s sleep?” Adam asked dryly.
You smirked at his joke. “Fine,” you agreed. “I’ll stay up.” You already knew it was a useless effort trying to get him to go to bed in this mood.
“All night?” Adam questioned hopefully. And you looked into his eyes. He was gazing at you worriedly. You realized that he didn’t want to go to sleep tonight.
Cleverly, you responded, “ ‘Till I can’t stand on my own feet.”
Adam kissed you, and started spinning you ‘round and ‘round, and whispered lowly, “Great. I was hoping you’d say that.”
And you shivered. “I’ll do anything for you,” you whispered back.
“Oh by the way, thanks for dinner. I loved it. I loved making it with you.”
You giggled. “We should do it tomorrow, yeah?”
“Definitely,” Adam agreed, and then lifted you off your feet. You screamed in delight, and Adam smirked to himself proudly - a little too proudly… Seeing you happy made him happy, as well.
Don't Let Me Go - Adam Stanheight / Reader
This one is inspired by Selena Gomez's song, Slow Down.
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In a blaze of neon laser-lights and dazzling sparkles you found yourself in a loud, crowded, nightclub. The beat of the music above blended into the walls and floor. Your eyes followed all the shining, glittering, flashing lights that pounced across the dance floor. Your mouth felt dry and your mind felt fuzzy, your chest was tight and your eyes were stinging. Something about this made you excited. You waded through the sweaty river of people. You deliberately passed the bar; you’d come by yourself and needed a clear head to drive.
You maneuvered around the place slowly, taking in the scenery, the scents, and the activity. In all four of the corners were two or more young drug addicts shooting up or vaping. Noises were coming from the closets; either loud thudding or desperate moaning - of the two you didn’t know which was better. It smelled like canned beer, and burnt cigarettes.
You scanned the crowd for someone as you went. You didn’t know who you were looking for, just anyone at this point. You were single, but it had been a long time since your last relationship - three years perhaps? You wanted to try again, but you didn’t know how. Maybe trying a nightclub wasn’t the way to go? There WERE a lot of people here, though… so that was good. Maybe you’d find someone after all?
You spotted a young man leaning against one of the walls, his head back, hands in his pockets, and a cigarette propped up in his mouth. He seemed to be enjoying the solitude, however you wondered if he’d be bothered by you, if you approached. You couldn’t help noticing the way his white shirt hung on his body. Maybe you’d just found a target of interest?
You approached him nervously, keeping your eyes on the floor. “Hello, sir?” You asked quietly. “You look lovely tonight. Are you with anyone?”
He opened his eyelids slightly, to look down at you from an angle. “Who’s asking?”
You shifted your feet, and looked at him. “I am.”
The man straightened his back and looked at you properly. You felt his eyes scan up and down your sides. “Oh…” he breathed. “No, I’m here by myself.”
You raised your eyebrows and gazed up at him. “Really?”
“Really. Now what’s this about? Obviously you didn’t walk up to introduce yourself.”
You stretched your hand out to him. “F/N L/N!” You stated promptly. “But no, you’re right. There was more than that. I was looking for a friend tonight, and you seemed nice.”
The young man smiled back at you. “I’d be damned if I was anything but. Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Adam.” He adjusted his shirt with a quick jerk of his wrist. “Adam Stanheight. Faulkner Stanheight, if you want to get fancy.” He leaned down so that his face was inches away from yours.
You smiled shyly. “Mind if I keep you company this late night?”
“How can I turn down such a pretty person? Please, I’d love you to.”
You chuckled nervously and leaned up against the wall. It was a little quieter over here despite being surrounded by blasting music. You were content. “So, what’s a handsome fella like you, doing at a nightclub all by himself?”
Adam smirked around his cigarette. “Enjoying a good ol’ smoke. That’s why I’m here.”
“Oh, really? It’s a passtime to smoke in nightclubs?” You asked sarcastically.
“Maybe find a nice chick… or fella…” He turned to face you again. “Especially ones with a little sense of humor.” He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
You giggled self-consciously. “Oh… why thank you…”
“Now you answer. Why are YOU all by yourself?”
You sighed, and looked past Adam out the window. It was dark out there, not even a street lamp was on. You couldn’t see anything except for the navy blue, pitch black, sky. It looked dismal. Earnestly, you told him the truth. “I don’t know. I guess I thought it was a good time to try again. I haven’t… been like this for three years.”
Adam pushed himself closer to you, seemingly intrigued by your story. He put out his cigarette and tossed it into the nearest ashtray, all while keeping his eyes fixed on you. “So, you chose to have a conversation with me?”
“Uh…” you shrugged. “Yeah. I’m not looking for anything right now, only a friend. I was planning to just… let the friendship evolve and see where it takes me.”
Adam moved even closer. You could feel his warm breath on your lips. “I would be honored to help you rediscover what love is like…”
You felt chills run up your spine, and you gazed into this man’s brown eyes. “You… You’re really that fond of me?”
“I can’t help it.” He grinned at you. “I’m sucked in by your charm.”
Your face went bright red. You felt hot suddenly. Having such a cute man tell you that you looked good made you feel confident, but also made you feel awkward. You laughed nervously.
Adam tousled your hair. “I like your voice,” he said seriously.
You kept your eyes on the floor. “Thanks…”
Adam stepped closer to you. It amazed you that neither of you were physically touching at this point. He brushed his fingers through your hair with one hand and with the other he cupped your cheek. He came even closer.
Now you were touching. His chest was slightly pressing on yours and your legs were starting to get tangled together. You looked up. His eyes were right there! Everything was so close to you, it made you dizzy.
“Woah… hi…” you whispered.
“Hi…” Adam whispered back.
You stayed like that for several minutes. Adam slowly kept getting closer and closer to you until finally he had you in an embrace so loving and affectionate that you couldn’t believe you were you. You felt like someone else, then you realized this was happening. You snuggled closer to him, your head on his chest, his arms around your body, and his right leg holding you up. You were warm, and happy. This was the best time of your life. You closed your eyes.
In the blissful moment of relaxation you were taken aback by the sudden pressure being added to your fragile lips. It was a slow and gentle brushing on your mouth. You moaned out loud in surprise and leaned away from Adam, thus breaking apart from his kiss.
Gazing up at the man in awe, you realized how close you were standing to him. Your head got foggy and your hands got sweaty. You turned away from him. Adam seemed to realize his mistake. “Was… that too soon? I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”
But you were perfectly fine. You couldn’t even believe what had just happened. “It was wonderful!” You exclaimed.
“You looked so… pure… I couldn’t resist.”
You nodded in understanding, and turned back to Adam. Confidence was rising inside you steadily and you kissed him again, swifty, lustfully. Adam took his hands in yours and leaned even closer - if that was even possible. You sighed into his mouth a couple of times out of desperation. “I haven’t felt another’s lips in so long.”
“I’m glad I could be the one to fix that,” Adam whispered in your ear seductively.
You shivered at his words. “Thank you. You’re really good at it.”
“Is there anything ELSE I could help you with?” He gave you a wink.
You shook your head. “N-Not yet…”
“I can change that, if you’d like?”
“Oh…” You blushed. “No thank you. Not yet, at least.”
“Sure,” Adam leaned back against the wall, his arms over his chest once again. “You’re really too pretty to be all alone like this,” he said.
“I’d say the same about you,” you replied cheesily.
Adam stepped away from the wall, and held his hand out to you. “Care to dance, Y/N? It’s been kind of a quiet night. Why not add some cream to our coffee, yeah?”
You giggled shyly at his analogy, and took his hand. You let him take you to the dance floor, where he pulled you close, super close - like so close that your lips were almost touching one another’s - and began to guide you into a waltz. He moved forward, you moved back. You put your head on his shoulder, and reveled in his smoky scent.
You went around once, then twice, then three times, then four times. All sense of time went out the window. You just kept moving. Your bodies were so close. All you wanted was to feel his body right next to yours… all night long…
It was too soon to be thinking like that, and you knew it. You discarded the thought immediately. But your movements were slow, like you were in a time lapse of zero-point-twenty-five; a slowed version of the song playing above. Your breath was loud, your heart was heavy, your vision was dark.
Five times around now.
You just wouldn’t stop. You couldn’t. Neither of you. It was like you were stuck on repeat. Rewinding everytime it was getting close to the end. You didn’t want it to change. You were happy. It had been so long since you’d felt arms around you.
Felt your heart beat like it was lovesick.
Felt your stomach doing butterflies.
Felt someone else’s body heat.
Felt someone else’s heartbeat.
Felt a closeness to someone you’d never met before.
Felt like someone loved you.
You hugged Adam at last, still moving in a waltz, but no longer keeping up the position.
Six, seven, eight, nine, times around.
Damn, this was too good for you. You didn’t deserve this, did you? You only met this guy right now. You knew nothing about him yet. But that’s what second dates were for, right?
You were in denial. You wanted to love again, but you were scared. You felt like it was too soon. How had you found the perfect guy by accident, your first time in three years? Were you just that lucky, or was he not what he said he was? Or was your fate just perfect?
Fuck. You were indeed in love. And there was nothing you could do about it.
Adam pulled his fingers through your hair slowly, and you breathed in carefully, allowing your mind to relax. What the fuck were you doing, letting yourself loose like this with someone you didn’t know? Another deep breath, and yet another spin around. You’d lost track at this point. Was it eleven or twelve? You breathed in again, and you could hear Adam’s rhythmic breathing slow to match up with yours.
In together, out together. In together, out together.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Again and again, again and again.
Around, around, around.
The only thing that told you the laser-lights were flashing were the red and orange stripes flickering across your closed eyelids. Your movements were starting to waver, so were Adam’s. You danced until, finally, you both came to a stop. You raised your head up searchingly. “What’s wrong?” You asked it like you’d known this man for years.
He answered it like he’d known you for years. “Thought… It was getting late. You need a ride home? I can take you.”
“No,” you said instantly. “I… shouldn’t…”
“You’re right. Let me call you an uber. I’ll pay.”
“No.” you leaned into him, pushing him back. “It’s getting closer to the end, hit rewind…” You mumbled inaudibly.
“Hmm?” Adam asked quietly.
“Let’s keep going.” You insisted, turning again. This made thirteen. “I’m not ready to leave yet.”
Adam smiled into your hair, and started again. “Okay. We can stay for as long as you want. I guess I don’t really have anywhere to be tomorrow.”
“Good,” you whispered as you started waltzing around the dance floor once more. It was quiet as the night dragged on, and a cool breeze started to blow in through the open window, but for you the night would never end. You wouldn’t have it any other way. You were just happy that you’d found someone to spend a little time with.
You were able to get away from your dreary life at home and open up to someone. To talk with someone. To feel someone. Finally, you were getting on with your life. You were so relieved to be passing this blockage.
You pressed your cheek against Adam’s chest, turned your nose up, smiled, emotion so strong within you, your mind was numb. In a haze of satisfaction, you raised your head, your vision blurring from the neon lights. Adam’s face was darkened, but even so there was still kindness showing in his eyes. His lips were just within eye level, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else. You parted your lips slightly, almost hesitantly, then put your mouth on his, stretching up on your toes to reach better.
The dopamine rush engulfed you; clouds departing to reveal the sun after a rainy day. You gasped, your mind spun, Adam kissed you back. The warm flavor was like rosy, poofy, wedding cake. The way in which it filled your mouth so silkily was fascinating, and how the supply was just endless. You would never run out of anything here. Not from a source as strong as this! And, with this in mind, you dove in deeper, all with the intent of keeping Adam Stanheight from going home.
It worked. Of course it did.
Chills - Adam Stanheight / Reader
This story is inspired by Souvenir - a Selena Gomez song.
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You were at it again, the both of you, hugging close to one another after breakfast like it was the last time you would ever get to see each other. Adam Stanheight’s body heat was practically lulling you to sleep, but you didn’t want to leave him yet; you were so perfect in this moment and you didn’t want it to end. It was long stares and alluring exchanges like these that got you giddy and fuzzy. Fires sparked along your skin wherever he touched you, making you sizzle with the friction.
Adam’s brown eyes were so easy to get lost in, all you had to do was glance at them and you would be drowning in the depths of that iris; examining every little detail and taking in all the experiences they’d been through. You would never get tired of swimming there, floundering there. And Adam stared directly back into your eyes, the ripe color of them so mesmerizing; he’d never get tired of this.
Your chests rose and fell together with every careful breath that each of you took. The fear of being lost, if only you were to break the cycle of your breathing, kept you from disrupting the pattern that you had created. Even though there was no threat, it was a mere superstition that you both shared. You had to breathe together, as one.
It was just so… breathtaking… you could say - how so many feelings could pulse through you at once; you were addicted. Once the corrupted air from Adam’s lungs entered yours, it was just like… a souvenir almost; one you didn’t want to get rid of.
Each breath, and brush of skin, made you numb, gave you goosebumps. You’d always feel it in the same place. Sometimes it would be on your arms, but mostly it was up your spine. Starting from your head all the way down to your feet. It was so strong sometimes you felt incapacitated. You loved that feeling.
And it didn’t have to be cold in the room for you to feel that. Right now, it was ninety degrees Fahrenheit, and for some reason you had the heat running, but nevertheless, those chills came and went like it was the middle of December in a hail storm straight from the North Pole. Up and down, and up and down, those chills wouldn’t give you a break.
Adam’s lips were planted on yours strongly, dragging you into a lapse of kissing that kept going. His mouth felt all over yours and finding new places to explore. He tilted your head back so it was resting up on the wall. The pressure of his lips on yours was so levitating, like lifting you away from your fears and into a world where only good things existed. The rush was so energizing and exciting, you could barely even move or speak.
Adam lifted you up so that you were sitting on his hips, back against the wall, and arms around his neck. Faulkner pushed you closer to the cool wall. It made you shiver but you were too engulfed by the feelings on your lips to care.
There was a nasty smell of burning trash wafting in from the window, and the noisy traffic cluttered your hearing with nothing else. Outside it was bright and beautiful, the sky was clear with puffy clouds drifting across. The streets had a shine from the recent rain. The air was fresh and invigorating.
Inside, it smelled musty and dusty, like someone had just swept and the gunk was floating in the atmosphere. You and Adam had several steampunk objects lying around the house. The steampunk dragonfly was a wedding gift, but afterwards you’d become addicted. Now you had a collection. It only had fifteen items but it was a work in progress.
You felt the gentle, warm, tug of Adam’s lips slip out of your plump, sensitive ones. You moaned and opened your eyes to look at him. “Adam…” you gurgled unintelligently.
Adam was gasping from the fast set pace he had been kissing you at. “Sheesh. I didn’t know I could kiss you like that.”
“I didn’t either,” you muttered. “So why did you stop?”
“Sorry,” Adam apologized. “You know… Oxygen…”
You nodded, a smile on your face. “Right,” you whispered, and then allowed Adam to catch his breath. You leaned forward so that your chest was resting on Adam’s shoulder. You kept your head up and looked out the window, feeling the rise and fall of your boyfriend’s chest. You could hear the low breath in your ear.
Letting your mind go numb, you closed your eyes, and took in the smokey smell of Adam’s clothes. You bit your lower lip tiredly, relaxation filling your body like warm liquid. “I love you,” Adam said.
You snuggled closer, and wrapped your legs tighter around Adam’s waist. “I love you, too.”
Adam pushed you back against the wall, and started another make-out session. Adam’s hands rose up your shirt and you moaned out his name. He traced your stomach and your chest, slid up towards your collar bones and chin. You melted against his soft touch. You locked eyes with him, losing yourself in a daze.
“Adam…”
“Is that all you know how to say?” Adam asked you.
You nodded. “Yeah. The only language I can speak. I call it… Lovesick Language.”
“I like that language. I think I speak it well, too, Y/N.”
“Mmmh. Adam…”
Adam smiled in amusement, and then kissed you again, lighter and gentler. “You’re so precious,” he said softly. He caressed your cheek and slid his thumb over your jaw. “My everything.”
You leaned your cheek into his palm. “Oh, Adam… You’re so good to me.”
“You think so?”
“Mmhmm.” You murmured happily, a contented look on your face.
Adam chuckled. “I’d hope so. I try very hard to take care of you.”
You nuzzled his cheek and took in a deep breath, your heart swelling with affection. “And I you, baby.”
Adam kissed you again, and your breath was taken away again. He lifted you from the wall and you hugged him tighter. Stanheight spun around a couple of times, looking up at you playfully. He headed to the bedroom, holding you close so as to not run you into anything. You enjoyed the ride. “You’ve been so good,” he muttered alluringly in your ear.
You shuddered at his words. “I try my best…”
“So, so, so, good, baby,” Adam insisted.
You hummed out, feeling a little bit… excited… You moaned out a little too enticingly. “What are you planning?”
Adam dropped you suddenly, and you were airborne for a few seconds, before landing on the fluffy mattress of the bed. Adam leaned over you, his hands on either side of your head. He grinned at you proudly, and straddled your hips. “Hi my beautiful.”
You blushed. “Hi…” You murmured with a shy smile.
“Don’t look at me like that… You know I can’t resist you when you give me that smile.”
You apologized profusely, and Adam watched you passively, until he got tired of it. “Shh, baby. I get it.”
“Adam…” You mumbled. “What are you doing?”
“Well, I’m GOING to fuck you. But I don’t think that’s what you’re asking.”
You giggled. “I just wanted to hear you say it…”
“I know,” Adam whispered, and then started to peel your clothes off. “Just take my breath away, like you always do.”
“ ‘Course, Adam. I’d love to,” you replied compliantly.
“And be a sweet thing, yeah?” Adam’s voice was low and seductive.
“Yeah.” Your voice wavered, and broke. You were so full of emotions you could barely speak.
“Promise?” Adam questioned ominously, with no intent of being dangerous.
“I promise,” you purred straight back.
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