#adam witver

[bruisedbyprincealbert]

Uhm I don't care if you disagree but this is my opiNION

[mishafanfic-flight]

I finally made it. My LGBT Richard Harmon roles headcanon.

Max Borman : 

To me, he is grey-romantic. He is not really interested in love, it’s not what he is looking for in the apocalypse. However, if he eventually finds someone, he would protect them. Despite being a real jerk, he stays an ally. He would always use the correct pronoun, prisoner or not. He uses he/him.

William Campbell : 

He could only be an ally or then bi-curious. He never really thought about dating a guy but that wouldn’t stop him. He would love his partner with a messy love, like not doing surprising gifts or failing their favorite meal. He uses he/him.

Jake :

He is a hurt straight and an ally. He still thinks about his ex-girlfriend, feeling guilty and locking himself in photography. He has a lot of flashbacks of precise moments with her that he cherishes enormously. I don’t think he is currently looking for someone but he wouldn’t say no. He just needs some time. He uses he/him.

Joe Ferrera : 

GAY. Okay so.. To me he is homosexual or then achillean, more comfortable with boys than girls. He would protect them in the same way Angelo protects Maria. I mean by that, he would totally keep that secret to others (Dutch mostly). Angelo would eventually find out because he is the closest to Joe. He uses he/him.

Clay (Rufus) : 

He is canonically gay. He just denies it most of the time but he is in love with Rufus. He is scared of other's opinions, of his dad's mostly. But when he is with Rufus, he seems happy and he totally has his eyes on him. He uses he/him.

Seth Durand : 

I honestly think Seth isn't into women. I don't say he is gay, but he has a bad feeling towards women. In fact, he isn't really looking for someone. He doesn't trust love. He needs time to trust anyone as he doesn't want to fall on someone who would use him. Or then he would be really bad in a relationship. He uses he/him.

Adam Witver : 

It's actually similar to Seth. But he really hates women. He never had the thoughts to be in a relationship with someone. He stayed with his father and his hate for women for so long. He has a bad idea of relationships and doesn't trust it. But if he ever falls in love, it would probably be a man and would protect them with his life. He uses he/him.

Louis Clairborne :

I think he doesn't care about gender and how you look as he has had difficulties to see since he was a kid. I consider him as pansexual. He cares about feelings first, loving the person for who they are. He uses he/him.

Danny Reyes :

Oh Danny, we already know. He is also canonically gay. Even though he slept with a lot of guys, when he found Chris and finally went out with him, he loved him like he was the most precious person ever. When he loves, he really does. Movies are his life, but Chris is his world now. He uses he/him.

John Murphy :

John is pansexual. Here I put my base. To me, he doesn't care about gender as long as he is loved for what he is. If Emori was a man, he would still love them. He is a jealous kind of person because he never had relationships before. He is also a romantic type of person, learning everyday how to be better for the person. He uses he/him.

Kale Tremaine : 

So for this one I have many headcanon. He could be someone that doesn't like people, who aren't interested in others. He would be only interested in business. He could be aroace. But I think if he ever falls for someone, he would be the “too much” boyfriend. He wants to be the best. And he is too virtual with all his social media. He uses he/him.

Lars : 

He is canonically bisexual, the pitfall account tells us that. As a scars (Scott x Lars) big lover, I see him having the biggest crush on Scott. Without spoiling the movie, Lars really cares about Scott and he would sacrifice anything for him. He uses he/him.

Vern Cleary : 

Vern is probably straight. He lives in a traditional family. But that doesn't mean he couldn't try with a guy either. He may be bi-curious? In all ways, he is an ally for the LGBT. He uses he/him.

Erik Campbell : 

Erik doesn't care about gender either. Honestly, as long as he can flirt with the person, he would. He just wants to have fun, he is still in that mentality. But in a serious relationship, he would be teasing. He uses he/him.

Clay (Margaux) : 

I think Clay could see himself as genderfluid or agender/non-binary, doesn't really care about his gender. Same for his partner, he doesn't care about their gender. He would be pansexual. He uses He/Her/Them :P.

Trystan Smith :

I think Tryst is more comfortable with neutral pronouns as he could be non-binary. Like a lot, he doesn't care about gender for their partner, probably making him bisexual or pansexual. He cared about everyone, and I think it's one of the characters who is the most attentive to younger ones and helps them with their coming out. 

Alex Wright :

To me, he is also grey-romantic. He doesn't really care about love. He is only interested in his movies. That's his proudest work in his life, he can't let love ruin it. Even though he may have liked Jennifer, he isn't interested in finding someone else. I also think he is genderfluid, using he/her/them.

Caleb :

I just wanted to say I see him as a trans ftm character! I don't have much to say about him. 

[dixontardis]

📖𝐍𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐘 & 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟓: 𝐍𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘📖

pairing: adam witver x fem reader

MDNI 18+

summary: you were expecting a cozy bedtime story. what you got was adam reading you his own filthy rewrite of the night before christmas, then acting it out with ropes, praise, and a smirk that should be illegal.

warnings: smut, bondage & restraints, praise kink, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, roleplay vibes, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, cream pie

You’d been tucked under the covers already, warm and half asleep, when you heard the unmistakable sound of Adam’s footsteps.

He entered quietly, book in hand, smile lazy and knowing. He set it on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed, one hand brushing back your hair with a tenderness that belied the glint in his eyes.

“Thought you might like a story before bed” he murmured, voice low and honeyed.

You blinked at the book, red leather, slightly worn, no title.

“…what story”

He grinned.

“‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring… except for the pretty little thing I was about to tie up and fuck senseless”

Your eyes went wide. Heat bloomed.

“Adam-”

He flipped to the next page.

“Her wrists were bound tight, her legs spread with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there…”

You slapped his arm, he laughed.

And then he kissed you.

It was slow. Deep. A promise sealed in tongue and teeth and warmth. And when he pulled away, his voice was a whisper against your mouth.

“Wanna play out the next chapter”

He tied your wrists to the headboard first. Soft, silk rope. Gentle but firm. Then your ankles , pulled apart and secured to the bottom corners of the bed until you were laid out like a present waiting to be unwrapped.

“Perfect” he murmured, trailing his fingers up your inner thigh, “Look at you. All gift-wrapped for me”

He read a few more lines aloud between kisses. Every filthy verse delivered in that deep, calm voice of his, like this was the most natural bedtime routine in the world.

“She moaned and she whined, she begged and she bucked-”

You whined. You bucked.

He chuckled.

Then he got to work.

His mouth found your core like he’d been starving. Licking slow, savouring the way you trembled in your bonds. His tongue flicked over your clit, teasing, then firm, then gone again, just long enough to make you curse.

“You’re so responsive” he praised, voice raspy, “So fucking pretty like this. All mine”

You could barely respond. All you could do was pant, writhe, whimper his name as he buried his face back between your legs.

You came once from just his mouth.

Twice when he added fingers.

The third time? He was inside you, rocking deep, your hands still tied, his lips brushing your ear with every thrust.

“Good girl” he whispered, “So good for me. Taking every inch, just like the story said”

You clenched around him, loud and unfiltered, body jolting as another orgasm hit you like a freight train. His rhythm stuttered. Then he came too, grunting your name, pressed tight against you like he never wanted to let go.

Afterward, he untied you slowly. Kissed your wrists. Massaged your ankles. Brought you water. Pulled the blankets up to your chin and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

You curled into his chest, still catching your breath.

“That” you murmured, voice hoarse, “Was the dirtiest story I’ve ever heard”

He smirked, satisfied, “Wait till you hear the sequel”

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[peachesgarden]

𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑵: 𝑴𝑶𝑽𝑰𝑬 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺 𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑲𝑬𝑻𝑺

A/N: Day Thirteen with Adam from darkness falls!

Fluffvember Event

Contains: domestic comfort, soft banter, teasing, cuddling, movie night snuggles, mentions of horror movies but no fear, established relationship

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The wind howled outside, rattling the old windows of the apartment, but inside, everything felt warm. The glow from the TV flickered softly across the room, washing the blanket fort in shades of blue and gold. She was curled up beneath a pile of mismatched throws, her feet tucked under Adam’s legs while he scrolled endlessly through the streaming options.

“Come on,” she said, nudging him with her knee. “It’s been twenty minutes, Adam. Just pick one.”

He smirked, not looking away from the TV. “You say that like you’re not going to complain no matter what I choose.”

She laughed, rolling her eyes. “That’s because you always pick something terrifying right before bed.”

“Hey,” he protested, leaning back against the couch with that teasing grin. “I like a little suspense.”

“You like watching me jump,” she corrected.

Adam chuckled, his voice low and warm. “You make it cute, though. Can’t help it.”

She groaned, throwing a pillow at him, which he easily caught. “Fine. You pick. But if I have nightmares again, you’re dealing with it.”

He leaned closer, eyes glinting in the dim light. “Wouldn’t mind that. Gives me an excuse to hold you all night.”

Her breath hitched, the easy warmth between she shifting into something softer — quieter. Adam’s teasing grin faded, replaced by the gentlest smile she'd seen on him. Without another word, he hit play on something — she barely caught the title — before slipping under the blankets beside her.

The couch dipped as he settled in, arm automatically looping around her shoulders. She melted into him, her cheek resting against his chest as the movie began. The sound of rain on the window mixed with the muffled dialogue on-screen, creating a kind of sleepy, domestic magic.

Adam absently played with her hair, twirling strands between his fingers as he whispered, “This okay?”

She hummed in response, shifting just enough to look up at him. “Perfect.”

The flicker of the TV reflected in his eyes as he looked down at her, thumb brushing across her shoulder. “You sure?” he teased softly. “Could always pause it and make popcorn. Or, you know, pick another scary one just to see you jump again.”

She elbowed him lightly, laughing. “Don’t push your luck.”

He grinned but didn’t push. Instead, he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before pulling the blanket higher around both of them. The world outside could rage all it wanted — wind, rain, thunder — but in that little cocoon of warmth, everything else melted away.

By the time the credits rolled, the movie had long been forgotten. She'd fallen half-asleep against him, breathing slow and even. Adam barely moved, only shifting enough to tighten his hold around her. His voice was quiet when he finally spoke, more to himself than to her.

“Guess I’m not so scared of the dark anymore.”

He smiled faintly, fingers tracing small circles on your arm, and let the sound of her breathing lull him into the same peaceful sleep.

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[bruisedbyprincealbert]

I think I did a good job and if you disagree I'll post the template lol

Omg I realized I did Seth twice my bad

[peachesgarden]

𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑻𝑾𝑬𝑵𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑾𝑶: 𝑺𝑻𝒀𝑳𝑬

A/N: here's day twenty two with Adam!

Contains: smut 18+

Song Event

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Can't find a gif or pic of him! Have a pic of Richard!

The dimly lit room pulsed with an electric energy, the air thick with anticipation. She stood in the center, her eyes locked on Adam as he prowled towards her, his every movement oozing confidence and raw desire. The bass of the music thumped in her chest, mirroring the pounding of her heart.

Adam reached out, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw before tangling in her hair, pulling her closer. His lips captured hers in a searing kiss, hungry and demanding. She melted into him, their bodies pressing together as if they were made to fit perfectly.

"Always come back to me," he murmured against your lips, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. "You know it's reckless, but we can't help it."

She gasped as his hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and contour. The room around them faded away, leaving only the two of them in a world of sensation. She let herself get lost in the moment, in the way his touch ignited a fire within her.

Adam's lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. She arched against him, craving more. His hands found the hem of her dress, slowly pushing it up until his fingers brushed against the lace of her underwear. She shivered with anticipation, her breath hitching as he teased the sensitive skin of her thighs.

"You drive me wild," he whispered, his voice rough with need. "I can't get enough of you."

She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him back up to her lips. The kiss was fierce, a promise of the passion to come. She knew it was reckless, but she didn't care. They always came back to each other, drawn together like magnets.

The music swelled around them, the beat echoing the rhythm of their hearts. Adam's hands were everywhere, igniting sparks of pleasure with every touch. She surrendered to the sensation, letting him lead her into a dance of desire and need.

In that moment, there was no one else in the world. Just her and Adam, lost in a style of passion that was uniquely theirs. And she wouldn't have it any other way.

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[peachesgarden]

𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑵: 𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯 𝑺𝑬𝑿

A/N: I'm so late with fourteen and fifteen so I wrote them when i wrote day sixteen!! So I'm gonna post all three days now! To get caught up!!

Kinktober Event

Contains: smut, 18+, hair pulling, rough sex

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Can't find a gif or photo of him! So here's one of Richard!

The room was bathed in the soft, flickering light of a dozen candles, casting dancing shadows across the walls. Adam, his chiseled features illuminated by the gentle glow, stood by the window, his gaze distant and brooding. Her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation, entered the room, her steps hesitant but determined.

"Adam," she whispered, her voice barely audible, yet filled with a longing that was impossible to ignore. He turned to face her, his eyes meeting hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. The air between them crackled with tension, a silent promise of the passion that was about to unfold.

"Come here," Adam commanded, his voice low and husky, laced with a hint of danger. She obeyed, her body drawn to his like a moth to a flame. He reached out, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her close, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was fierce and demanding.

Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them building with each passing second. Adam's hands roamed over her curves, exploring every inch of her with a hunger that left her breathless. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this," he murmured against her lips, his breath hot and tantalizing.

She gasped, her body responding to his touch with a surge of desire. "Adam," she breathed, her voice a plea for more. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the bed. The room spun around them, a blur of sensation and need.

Adam laid her down gently, his body covering hers as he continued to explore her with his hands and mouth. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice a low growl of appreciation. He traced a path of kisses down her neck, his teeth nipping at her sensitive skin, eliciting a gasp from her lips.

She arched against him, her body aching for more. She tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers. "Please, Adam," she begged, her voice a mix of desperation and desire. Adam complied, shedding his clothes with a speed born of urgency. His body was a work of art, muscles honed and defined, a testament to his strength and power.

He settled between her thighs, his eyes locked on hers as he entered her with a single, powerful thrust. She cried out, her body stretching to accommodate him, the sensation of being filled so completely overwhelming. "Adam," she moaned, her voice a plea for more, for everything he could give her.

Adam began to move, his hips rolling in a rhythm that was both primal and hypnotic. "You feel so good," he groaned, his body tensing as he chased his release, his eyes never leaving hers. The room filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the gasps and moans a symphony of desire.

She felt her own climax building, a coiled tension deep within her, ready to explode. Adam reached between them, his fingers finding her most sensitive spot, stroking and teasing until she shattered, her body convulsing around him in waves of pleasure.

"Adam!" she cried out, her voice a mix of ecstasy and surrender. With a final, powerful thrust, Adam joined her, his body shaking with the force of his release. They lay entwined, their breaths slowly returning to normal, their bodies sated and content.

As the night deepened, they lay in each other's arms, their bodies still humming with the afterglow of their passion. The reader traced lazy patterns on Adam's chest, her mind a whirl of emotions and sensations. "That was... incredible," she murmured, her voice soft and dreamy.

Adam chuckled, a low, satisfied sound. "Incredible doesn't even begin to cover it," he replied, his fingers playing with a strand of her hair. "You're amazing, you know that?"

She smiled, her heart swelling with a mix of happiness and contentment. "Only with you," she whispered, her eyes meeting his with a depth of emotion that left them both breathless.

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[peachesgarden]

hey hey hey I watched darkness fall recently and OF COURSE Adam was problematic little shit but at the end I felt bad for him so will you do me the honor of being the first to write something with Adam Witver maybe hurt comfort cause ending for him was really bad he was like left dying or what 🤨

𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝒀𝑬𝑻

A/N: of course anon! This is as close to canon as we get! I need to rewatch the movie! So I may of changed it up a bit! Where he is okay, and not arrested. As he was left where he was left at to be arrested, but reader comes to his rescue hehe, and that doesn't happen! I'll definitely have to rewatch the movie! I hope you like this❤ can't find a gif sadlyyyy, as this movie doesn't seem to really be popular not many know about it! it may not really be canon though sorryyyyy 😭 this could be considered post canon! So in my head he may have gotten away!

Contains: established relationship, Blood & injury, violence aftermath, emotional distress/panic, swearing, implications of toxic group dynamics/betrayal, vulnerable Adam, comfort + survival themes

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You didn’t recognize the sound at first. Not until it was followed by a strangled cough—wet, gurgling.

Then your blood turned cold.

“Adam?”

You were running before you even registered it, boots skidding on the blood-slick concrete of the warehouse floor. The camera crew was gone. The chaos had quieted. And all that was left was the dim echo of a man they had left behind.

And there he was.

Slumped against a support beam, barely breathing, blood soaking through the cheap button-up they all made fun of him for wearing. His head lolled to the side like it was too heavy for his neck. His fingers twitched, weak, almost as if reaching for a camera that wasn’t there.

“Jesus—Adam, Adam!”

You dropped to your knees beside him, hands trembling as they hovered, unsure where to touch without hurting him more.

One eye cracked open.

And even with death clawing at his throat, he smirked.

“Took you long enough.”

Your breath caught. He was still himself. Barely. Just enough.

“You’re bleeding out, and that’s what you open with?” You pressed your hands against the worst of it—his side—feeling warm, slick blood pulse through your fingers. “Fuck—okay—okay, stay with me, alright? You’re not dying. Not today.”

He groaned, lids fluttering. “Everyone left. I told them—warned them—”

“They didn’t care,” you spat, voice cracking. “They used you, and they left you to die. But I didn’t. I came back.”

Something shifted in his face—less bravado, more pain. Real pain. Not just physical.

“I thought… you left too.”

You shook your head, leaning in so your forehead rested gently against his. “Never. You stupid asshole—I love you. I’d burn this whole place down for you.”

He laughed. It was more of a rasp. “That’s… kinda hot.”

“You’re delirious.”

“And you’re perfect.”

Your heart squeezed at how broken he sounded. How raw. Like all the manipulation and ego had cracked open and something real had spilled out.

“I’m gonna get you out of here,” you whispered. “I’m not letting them arrest you, not on my watch.”

He closed his eyes, trusting, exhausted.

But not dead yet.

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