DANIEL INGS as Adam Sutherland The Woman in Cabin 10 (2025-)

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DANIEL INGS as Adam Sutherland The Woman in Cabin 10 (2025-)
DANIEL INGS as Adam Sutherland The Woman in Cabin 10 (2025-)
You can still surprise me,” he said, tenderness and love mixed with the satisfaction in his gaze. I smiled slowly. “You can still surprise me, too. I thought you were over the whole possessive thing.” The muscle in his jaw clenched. “I trust you and I’m secure in our relationship. It doesn’t mean I can sit back and watch some good-looking guy five years my junior hitting on my wife.” I wrinkled my nose. “Was he good-looking?” Adam stared at me a moment and then a slow smile curled his beautiful lips. “You didn’t notice he was good-looking?” I shook my head, sliding my hands into his hair. “I’m not attracted to anyone but you.” “Jesus, what did I do to deserve you, Els?
“I love what we have. I don’t need sex down an alley. I just need you.
Adam Sutherland
You’re on the pill, right?” I snorted at the unexpected question and lifted my head with a raised eyebrow. “Shouldn’t you have asked that before you took me oh so wildly?” He grinned up at me. “I wasn’t really thinking about anything but the need to take you oh so wildly.” “Well, not to worry. I’m on the pill,” I assured him and settled back on his chest. “Wouldn’t have mattered anyway,” he murmured, stroking my hair. I tensed. “Meaning?” “Meaning if an accident happened it wouldn’t matter. An accident with you is a kid with you.” Shock held me completely frozen as I processed this. How many times had I heard Braden joking with Adam about how terrified he was of getting a girl pregnant? It was one of the reasons Braden suspected Adam never slept with the same girl twice. In his twisted male logic he thought it meant it lessened the chance of an accident, or at least it lessened the chance of a girl liking him so much she’d force an accident. “You want a baby with me?” My throat croaked on the question. I felt his knuckles brush down my spine in a caress that made me shiver to the tips of my toes. “Ellie, I want everything with you.
Let’s start the next chapter, baby.
Adam Sutherland
I’ve decided not to give Joss the diaries.” Cocking his head in confusion Adam’s eyes asked the question for him. I shrugged. “I was going to up until that last entry. Reading it all just reminded me how much we felt, how much we feel, and how much a part of us it is. It doesn’t belong to anyone else and I guess I don’t want it to. It’s ours. Our history. Our story. And in a way our future too. As much as I love her, you’re right. I can’t give that to Joss. I can’t give these to her. ” I gestured to the diaries and then got up on all fours over the scattered mess in a move to put them away. I was abruptly stopped by the pressure of Adam’s hands on either side of my hips. I looked back over my shoulder, my eyes widening slightly at the sight of him on his knees behind me with the most carnal and possessive look on his face. My lips parted as he pulled my arse into him and I felt his erection rub against me. “What are you doing?” I asked on a whisper. In response he slipped his hand around to the zipper on my shorts and tugged it down as his other hand tugged the zipper down on his jeans. “In a little while we’ll go upstairs to make love, but right now I’m going to fuck my future wife on top of our history.
The only person who's ever really hurt me is you. And I keep letting you." "Ellie," he sounded in pain as he took a step toward me. He stopped though, the pain transferring to his eyes when I moved away from him. "I do love you," he admitted and instead of feeling joy at those words, the last piece of me holding onto hope crumbled. I shook my head. "But not enough