The second question
I wanna to see you write Adam
at his worse, you know
he being possessiveness, jealousy, and toxicity.
(I totally understand if you feel uncomfortable
about this, and if that so then I am deeply sorry
to ask this question.)
🥮 : hello friend!!! sorry for the late reply, but it took me a hot minute to write this jealousy fic. hope u enjoy!! we also have another jealous adam fic in the works from the other admins, so keep your eyes peeled LOL. i have issues making adam TOO evil (cus in my mind he always reveres his partners with so much love and is plagued with so much self-deprecation even if he's upset) so it might not be toxic enough, but i hope u still like it <3
synopsis: gn!reader x jealous adam. he hates your mission partner. this is lowkey an au where blake and adam never got together and you were his first partner. it doesn't really change much in the plot, just that blake doesn't get mentioned. VERY YANDERE CODED.
warnings: grossly jealous, like genuinely sick in the head type of possession.
wordcount: 1,769 — it's a little short... might continue it in the future!!
when you had to leave on a mission with that guy for a full week, adam was absolutely livid.
yes, he was your mission partner yes, he knew it was "only" a week. and yes, he was still absolutely livid.
what the fuck did you mean you were going to be out of his sight for a full week?
he was absolutely disgusted by the mere thought of even his scent no longer lingering on your skin. and, in a gross show of possession, he claimed the entirety of your pretty neck over and over in his mind. littering them with bite marks, hickeys, and even crescent moons from the way his nails dug into your neck. in his mind you even bled onto him, staining him in a purer crimson that only you bled.
because to him, even the blood you bled was prettier than other people's.
he was so lost in his shallow jealousy that he forgot that he was meant to be the one to touch you gentler than anyone else.
it was the thought of you bleeding to some random human, or even a grimm, that set him into a blinding rage. he couldn't trust this no-name rookie with you. and he certainly did not like that he had heard so many rumours about the two of you being "sooooo cute" together.
when you were on your way back from being debriefed about your expedition (some menial trip to an abandoned sdc warehouse), you were promptly dragged into adam's room. his mask was tossed aside on the bed and his eyes that only you knew met yours.
your breath was harshly cut off as you get pushed into the cold wall, and your back was flush against the brick as his leg wedged between both of yours. firmly pressing it against your crotch as one of his hands pinned both of your arms above your head.
"i heard about your mission."
"adam..?! what are you doing?" you ask, confused.
"you and that pretty boy— who can't swing his nunchucks, or whatever they are, to save his own life, let alone anyone else's— are going on a mission," he snarls, "just the two of you. alone. that's rich. sienna must be out of her goddamn mind."
"i-i... it shouldn't be that dangerous, you don't have to be worried about me—"
"shouldn't be worried... as if it were that easy."
he slid his hand up your arm, along your shoulder and trapezius until it lingered so faintly on your neck. he traced your skin all the way up until his fingers were playing with your ear, rubbing it between his thumb and his index finger until it started to feel numb from the friction. it was like he was trying to drill a piercing into you.
"ow..! what's your problem..!" you snap, rightfully impatient.
he lets go of your ear as if your yelp of pain burned him. with a shaky breath he slid his hand under your chin. he tilts it up until you looked him in the eyes. his manic expressions dilated and contracted at you, as if they couldn't decide if they were deeply in love with you, or hated your very essence.
"are you blind? do you even see the way that scum looks at you? he eyes you like a piece of meat, like a human does. you're just a commodity to him— a pretty little thing that's nothing more than their appearance. he's disgusting."
"adam-!"
he inhales shakily, putting his thumb firmly on your lips and shutting you up promptly.
"don't even try to defend him. i see the way you've laughed and joked with him. is that what's actually happening? everyone in the white fang is trying to take my lover from me to pair with some useless, bumbling idiot?"
he laughs with no smile behind his eyes as his thumb slowly forces its way into your parted lips that drew sharp breaths. pressing down on your tongue perversely. it was uncomfortable, and left you drooling around his thumb and down your chin.
"do you think you could ever leave me? darling.... you could run a hundred miles, elope with that stupid, lowly vermin, and i would still find a way to drag you into my arms. even if you never allowed me to touch me again, even if my place in your heart is gone, you will never be allowed another man to touch you unless i'm dead."
you struggle, squirming weakly. your arms weak from being held up for so long and your legs weakly shuffling, but his thigh was lodged so snug against your crotch that it only made your useless struggle shift up on the wall.
he lets go of your wrists, but no pushing or pounding at him affects him. he uses his right hand to keep your jaw open, pushing down on your tongue until your bottom teeth start to mark his thumb, and slips his left hand's fourth finger into your mouth. he pulls out his thumb. the way he manhandled your mouth was humiliating.
he was scum. he knew it. what right did this horrid, scarred man have to touch you like this?
"i'm not foolish enough to think i own you. everyone wants you. i should know, being one of them. it infuriates me just how perfect you are sometimes..."
you furrow your brows, heaving around the ring finger that felt like a knife down your throat.
perfect? what the hell was he talking about?
"bite it. show me you own me." he dares, a dangerous glint in his sharp blue eye. "show me that you still find value in me."
you pushed him hard, and it finally worked. maybe you caught him off guard. his finger is finally out of your mouth and you get the chance to talk. angrily, on the verge of tears,
"what the hell are you going on about?! of course i find value in you! i would never do anything with that guy! he's just a friend at most— you... you know you're the only one for me..!"
his scarred eye twitches.
"no i'm not."
you were utterly lost.
"what?"
"you could have damn well anyone in this world with ears to hear your voice, eyes to see your smile, and the hands to feel your warmth, and you expect me to believe you're gonna waste away with me? i don't even fucking qualify as a friend, let alone a lover."
"wha-"
his hands clasp your head firmly over your ears, blocking everything but the deafening sound of the vibrations between you and him.
"have i ever made you smile the way he does?" he whispers into your neck, pressing a soft kiss over the distinct bite mark right on the soft slope that connected your neck to your shoulder. you don't hear anything, but you can feel his shaky breath on your skin.
he lets go of you, dropping you to the floor.
"even if you want to go on that mission, you aren't. i'm telling sienna i'm going. i'll be back in a day."
"a day..?! it takes a day to get there!" you protest trying to follow him out his room.
"don't even think about leaving this room." he shuts the door, locking you in. what was once a warm intimate space, where the two of you shared anything and everything to one another, was now a cold, puny prison with a shoddy, wooden door that somehow felt indestructible.
he comes back after a few hours, his clothes slightly dirtier than before. he doesn't address you, just taking off his clothes without a single comment. those scars that stretched across his muscular back looked even deeper than usual in the dim light of his bedside lamp.
"get some sleep." he insists.
"adam, i love you. don't you believe me?"
"we're not going to talk about this."
"why not?! you're the one who refuses to believe me! aren't we supposed to share everything with each other..?"
something about that sets him off. his fist hits the wall hard, tearing through his skin until his filthy, dirty blood stains his wall.
"do you really know anything about what everything means? do you know what an idiot you'd have to be to share so much of you with a greedy bastard like me? shut up, and go to sleep."
"how can you be mine if i can't even be yours?" you whine.
he walks over, each thud of his boots against the floorboards sounding heavier than the last. he crawls over you slow, like a prowling predator, but in his mind it's his way of giving you a chance to leave this all behind. run and escape him as quickly as you could—as you should.
"i am yours. and that's why you have to deal with even this pathetic show. it must be difficult. it must be horrible looking at this disgusting scarred face. every time you must want to puke."
he inches closer to you bit by bit, and you slowly inch backwards (on the fluffy blanket you draped over him that one time), in fear of his imposing stature over you until you hit the metallic, cold railing of his cheap, industrial bed. your knees hit his chest as he surrounds you, and it's the only thing that keeps him from getting any closer.
because, despite everything, he would never go further than you would allow.
"you like pretty things. pretty flowers, pretty treasures, even a pretty face makes you blush. fluffy and cute little animals, fur blankets that you cozy into. do you blush when you see him? is he pretty to you?"
"do you really think i'm that shallow..?!"
"you aren't shallow. you're realistic."
"i've always and will always want you!"
"don't lie. we both know it's never been 'always' with us." he says, pushing you down. it wasn't even a firm push, but you yielded to him so readily. it sickened him slightly. not because of you, god it was never you, but because of how he was sick enough to take advantage of it.
"you think you love me, but were you ever given a choice to think otherwise?"
your wrists feel a cold piece of metal around them. a broken chain link from the weapon that your partner used in battle. slightly bloody, he ties you to the bedframe with the thin metal chain. he backs away with a soft kiss to your trembling kneecaps.
"it doesn't matter anymore. you already made the mistake of choosing me."