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OTHER NON-SAW FICS FOUND HERE. **UPDATED: April 14, 2026**
SAW One Shots - All the one shots and requests that are not a part of a multi-chapter fic. **UPDATED: February 16, 2026**
✨Multi-Chapter Fics Below ✨
Misery - Adam Faulkner Stanheight x Lawrence Gordon. **UPDATED Dec 9**
Adam survives AU. Adam doesn’t take care of himself after the game. Lawrence takes it upon himself to fix that.
Like An Animal - Detective Mark Hoffman x Adam Faulkner Stanheight **UPDATED May 21, 2026**
Adam survives AU. Hoffman saves Adam from the bathroom but keeps him captive anyway.
Unnatural Hunger - Adam Faulkner Stanheight x Everyone Eventually.
After the trap something happens turns in Adam. The apprentices find out about his insatiable hunger. **UPDATED: March 6, 2025**
Ace’s HoffHeightDon AU - Adam Faulkner Stanheight x Lawrence Gordon x Mark Hoffman
This is a series of non-sequential fics in an Adam lives/apprentice Adam AU.
The Plight of the Possessed - Saw x Insidious Crossover
After the trap Lawrence is haunted by a presence that thinks his body is big enough for two. Adam will do anything to live.
Feel Something - Lawrence Gordon x Adam Faulkner Stanheight x Alison Gordon **UPDATED March 10, 2026**
Alison asks Adam to live with the Gordons after the events of the bathroom trap. Adam, Lawrence, and Alison learn to cope with their past and with their feelings for each other.
Synopsis: Jill helps Alison get revenge. Alison has a change of heart.
CW: involuntary restraint, drugging, NON-CON ORAL SEX, reverse bear trap head, jealousy, infidelity, emotional infidelity, canon typical violence, canon typical angst, I cannot be more clear about how NON-CON the oral sex is - proceed with caution (and take care of yourself!). Adam is non-con receiving oral head.
Word Count: 2024
Notes: I had unholy thoughts about Alison Gordon and Jill Tuck (two beautiful, blonde queens that got severely fumbled by dumb men). I also had unholy thoughts about reverse bear trap head. So I created this monstrosity. The oral sex in this is non-consensual and under duress, please use caution.
The first thing Adam senses is the taste of metal in his mouth. Metal and blood. He forces his heavy eyelids open and blinks against the dim lighting. It’s all spinning. He groans and tries to stand. His wrists and ankles strain against binds. Looking down, he sees the problem immediately; leather straps holding his wrists and ankles to a wooden chair. His mind clears now, adrenaline pulls everything into sharp focus faster than any drug or caffeine he’d ever had. He pulls again. The restraints don’t budge. He tries to scream, an ache starts deep in his jaw. He hears the metal creak. His eyes dart around trying to make sense of the heavy contraption fixed to his head. He screams. The sound is muffled against his metal gag.
The sharp click-clack of heels crossing the floor draws his attention to the side. She is a beautiful woman. Her expression settles somewhere between hurt and disappointment.
“Hi there.” She stops just a few inches in front of Adam’s chair.
He looks up, crying through the gag. He blinks away the tears blurring his vision. The pit of his stomach drops out beneath him. He’d recognize her anywhere. Alison Gordon. He knew exactly who she had been to Lawrence. He whimpers, it’s a pathetic, watery sound.
Alison leans down to meet his eye. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Lawrence’s favorite pet. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting.” She reaches forward and brushes her finger tips down his neck. The touch is light and hesitant. Adam trembles in his binds and starts to cry again.
“Shhhh…” she soothes. “None of that now.”
Adam squalls and blabbers. She can’t make it out with the metal in his mouth. Not that it matters anyway. There’s nothing he could say now. There was never anything that he could’ve said. It just is the way it is.
“A friend of mine helped me set this all up.” She gestures around them to the mostly empty warehouse and the surgical tray set up beside them.
“It’s all just for you.”
He makes a long string of whimpering snivels. She assumes he’s begging.
“Do you want to see it?” She’s stalling, suddenly unsure.
He screams and struggles madly. His binds don’t give.
“I SAID DO YOU WANT TO SEE IT?!” She screams.
The sound makes Adam jump and stiffen. He stops struggling, his breaths coming in fast pants.
Alison draws in a deep breath and lets it out slowly, stuttering. Just calm down. You’re getting ahead of yourself. There’s no rush. She takes a hand mirror from the surgery tray and angles it so Adam can see himself.
He starts to tremble and cry again, seeing the metal contraption affixed to his head and now understanding what it could do.
“It’s called a reverse bear trap. The plates are hooked into your jaw here and here.” She presses her fingers against the pierced flesh and feels the blood ooze against her skin. It makes her stomach turn. “This one doesn’t have a timer, so there’s no rush. I control how much it opens manually: an inch, four inches, or 180 degrees. I’ll show you.”
She reaches forward and turns the dial on the side of the bear trap to “1”. The metal gears turn and the plates snap open, forcing Adam’s jaw open about an inch. He screams. To Alison it sounds like an animal being vivisected.
“You get the idea.” Her voice is distant.
Adam sobs. The sound is louder and more clear now.
“I know this thing probably doesn’t mean anything to you. But it meant a lot to Lawrence. When he was questioned by the police, that’s when he learned about it. He told me about it after…he was…excited. Gleeful even. He went over all the gruesome details that the police shared with him. I couldn’t get him to stop. It was disgusting.”
Adam whimpers and turns his wrists in the leather binds. Alison grabs onto the front of the reverse bear trap and forces his gaze towards her.
“Pay attention!” She sobs. “I’m not done with my story yet.”
Adam nods slowly. His breath is halting but deep.
“That was the beginning of the end. Lawrence gets…obsessive about things. It feels great when you’re the thing he adores, but when he finds something else…he’s cold. He leaves you empty. You know. That’s why you’re not with him anymore, right? Because you couldn’t compare to this?” She gestures around her.
Tears slip down Adam’s face. He keeps his eyes on her. She sniffles and uses the sleeve of her shirt to wipe her nose. Her own tears come unexpectedly. She tosses the mirror aside and it shatters on the concrete a short distance away from them. Adam jumps at the sound. Alison grabs a knife off the surgery table. Adam starts screaming again.
She runs the point of the knife down the ridge of Adam’s nose, drawing blood. He tries to shake her away from his face but she holds the front of the trap steady. Slowly she draws the knife up. She’s so close to his eye that he can feel the blade slip between his eyelashes. She gouges it into the flesh of his eyebrow and up over his forehead. Blood pours down his face and pools into the upper plate of the bear trap. It trickles into his mouth where it makes a gurgling sound when he screams.
Using the knife Alison slowly cuts off each button of his over-shirt. He flinches and yelps. She slices his tee shirt open underneath, exposing his flesh. In desperation, he resumes his futile struggling.
She exhales and runs the blade flat against his chest and down over his stomach. She turns the blade lightly against his skin when she reaches the hair line above his waist band. He whimpers and tries to lurch away, unsuccessfully.
“I can see why Lawrence liked you.” She says thoughtfully. She teases his nipple with the pointed tip of the knife making it pucker and making him pant. She smiles and passes to the other nipple, cutting cleanly through it. He screams.
“Did you ever hear the phrase ‘death by a thousand cuts’? That’s what it was like with him in the end.” She leans down to Adam’s ear. His hair stands on end when her hot breath fans over his ear. “That’s three so far.”
Adam keens and begins gurgling out what Alison could only assume was begging.
“EEEEAAAAHH -OOOOOO”
She watches his chest heave as he wails and pants in the chair beneath her. It seems like such a waste. She looks behind her, into the darkness. If the one watching had any feelings about this they didn’t indicate them.
Alison reaches to Adam’s waist band and unbuckles his belt. He grunts and pulls wildly at his wrists and ankles. Even now she can see the bruises form. She opens his fly and draws out his flaccid member. He stops struggling, presumably accepting his fate. Pathetic sobs echo into the corners of the warehouse. The upper plate of the trap fills with snot and tears which dripped down in thick globs into Adam’s mouth. She draws the tip of the knife down the length of his member. It’s a scratch more than a cut, but blood still oozes from it. She stareds.
Alison’s eyebrows furrow and she sets the knife aside. Her expression softens. She stares Adam down as he shivers and cries, begging for his life and limbs. She kneels down and firmly grasps his cock in her hand. Adam grunts. She continues to stare him down as she begins her long, firm strokes. His breath deepens. He lets out a soft moan as he slowly stiffened in her hand. Staring up at her his eyebrows furrow in confusion. She continues working him until he’s hard and sensitive. His head lolls back as he pants, exposing his neck. Yes, I see why Lawrence liked you so much. That was before and now she is the one with Adam in the palm of her hand.
Slowly, Alison lowers herself to her knees between Adam’s legs. He yelps and tries to close his knees together. Wedging her hands against the inside of his knees she forces them apart. She lowers her head to his member and slowly takes him into her mouth. She feels his foot twitching at her side and the tension of his legs pushing against her hands. She works his length in and out of her mouth. He makes a panicked sound, then a deep moan. His legs relax, but his breaths quicken. His whole body heaves with the effort of breathing. She brings her hands down. One she uses to help stroke his member as her tongue teases its tip. The other she uses to slowly roll his testicles in their sack between her fingers. His eyes roll back. He’s nothing more than a plaything in her hands.
Adam’s foot begins to twitch again and she knows he’s close. She leans up to look him in the eyes.
“Lawrence is a fool. I’ll prove it to you.”
She returns her mouth to his cock and works him brutally until he cums in her mouth. His hands jerk and spasm in their binds. He moans loudly through the gag of the trap. She draws herself up his body, his cum dripping from her mouth. His eyes are watery and bloodshot as he looks at her. She spits into his face, covering him in his own cum. He flinches away and cries out.
She looks over her handiwork for only a moment before turning and quickly departing. She hears Adam make a questioning sound after her but she doesn’t respond. She pushes through the door into the adjoining room where Jill is perched on the side of the desk, watching the monitors. She holds one out a wine glass for Allison as she enters. Alison snatches it hastily.
“Did you have fun?” Jill’s voice is even and deep.
“It wasn’t as…cathartic as I was expecting. Cutting him, I mean. He’s just…sad.” She gulps down the wine.
Jill shrugs. “Pathetic, maybe?” She sips at her wine and watches Adam struggle through the monitor. A smile twitches at the edge of her lips. “And the rest?”
A slow smile comes to Allison’s lip. “The rest was more fun then I’ve had in long time.”
Jill nods and lets her smile spread. “Poor little mouse.” She muses over Adam’s visage.
“What do we do with him now?” Alison asks nervously. She wasn’t originally planning on letting him live. “We can’t let him run back to Lawrence about this.”
“Don’t worry.” Jill shakes her head. “I have the perfect maze constructed for our little mouse.” She sets the wine aside and grasps a nearby bottle of tranquilizer. Alison watches as she draws it into a syringe.
“It won’t hurt him will it?” Alison’s tone is worried. Jill shakes her head.
“No, not physically anyway. His ego might be damaged but he’ll recover.”
Alison nods. She trusts Jill not to harm her new toy. Jill takes a syringe and a tourniquet into the room where Adam is restrained. He watches as she emerges through the darkness. He groans and begins to struggle again when he sees her.
Jill kneels at Adam’s side and fixes the tourniquet. He struggles and screams.
“I’m Jill by the way.” She starts as she lets the vessels pull up from the skin. “You don’t know me but I know you.”
He whimpers and uselessly pulls at his wrist in a futile effort to pull his arm away.
“Shhhh…let’s get you settled down.”
He makes a strangled sound as she pushes the syringe into his skin. Releasing the tourniquet, she slowly pushes the sedative into his veins. She stares him down as he slowly loses consciousness. She’s impressed matches her gaze, holding it with a white hot intensity until the drugs take him under. He reminds me of John. Jill smiles.
“I’m glad we didn’t destroy you.” She murmurs into his hair.
I know this is going to sound soooooooooo weird but I'm not the only one who kind of ship Alison and Jason YES I KNOW THEY'RE SIBLINGS but omg like they would look perfect I wish somehow in real life they date or something even though Sasha (Alison) already has a boyfriend please tell me I'm not the only one who has thought of this omg
