#adam (2009)

[mostly-daniel]

I saw a very low quality pic of a raccoon saying ok and it spurred the Adam raki thoughts

Adam raki communication cards batch 2 >:)

[marlych]

SpaceDogs wip and art study of Hugh Dancy

[cannibalismposting]

Face card goes hard. He gives me so much gender envy God

[fail-sco0b]

I love being in the hannibal fandom because you see cute fan art of what you think is hannigram, but it's actually two entirely different characters from separate movies that the fandom just thought would look cute together. and then you come to learn that that ship is actually so popular that it's got it's own side fandom with over 1000 fics on ao3 . and then you realize there's actually more ships with even more wildly different characters and then you get wrapped up in the hanniverse and then you wonder how you ever got there in the first place.

[cece693]

So, in the name of trying to expand my writing, I'm going down the list of movies I saw once and was struck by inspiration. And the movie Adam (2009) has been one I'm deeply infuriated by yet love. Adam is a sweetheart, Beth....she's the worst, that's all I'm going to say. Perhaps this fanfic doesn't come off as natural, but I just wanted to give Adam something pure. Untainted, if you will. Hope you enjoy!

COMFORTABLE IN MY SKIN

pairing: adam raki x gender neutral reader tags: something short, wanted to give this boy a happy ending, reader is understanding of adam and his needs, doesn't follow movie timeline or plot, falling in love, fluff,

It was raining lightly when Adam first noticed you, standing awkwardly in the lobby of his apartment building, holding several cardboard boxes stacked precariously high. He paused by the mailboxes, watching as you struggled to balance them, hesitating on whether or not he should intervene. Finally, he stepped forward, cautiously. “You need help?”

You glanced up, peering around the boxes, relief evident. “Yeah, thank you. They're heavier than they look.”

He carefully took two boxes from you, and you exhaled gratefully, flashing him a warm smile. “I'm Y/N, by the way. I just moved into 4B.”

Adam nodded, expression quietly curious. “I’m Adam. 4A.”

“Neighbors, then. Lucky me,” you said genuinely, smiling again. Something about your tone and gentle manner immediately put Adam at ease. You weren't overwhelming; you weren't forcing conversation—just calm, friendly.

Adam helped you carry boxes to your apartment, silently appreciating your minimalistic and quiet approach to decorating your space. The walls were a soothing grey, and furniture arranged neatly—nothing chaotic, nothing unexpected. You noticed him observing. “You like things organized, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Adam replied, glancing away shyly. “Clutter stresses me out.”

You chuckled lightly. “Same here. It's calming, knowing exactly where everything is.”

For the first time in weeks, Adam found himself smiling genuinely.

Over the following months, you and Adam developed a gentle friendship. You seemed to understand intuitively the things he couldn't easily express. You respected his boundaries, never intruding, always keeping your visits quiet, structured, and predictable. Adam began looking forward to evenings when you'd knock three careful times, always the same way, always with a soft voice greeting him.

Tonight, you were quietly reading a book on his couch, while Adam sat across from you, fidgeting lightly. His mind wandered, observing you carefully turning each page, your face relaxed and content. He found himself mesmerized by the rhythm of your breathing, the faint hum you'd occasionally give when absorbed in your book, the way you gently tapped your fingers on your thigh.

It wasn't the loud, overwhelming pull he'd felt with Beth—the anxiety of trying to be something she needed. Instead, it felt comfortable, warm, and safe. Adam couldn't help but wonder if this feeling had a name, if it was supposed to make his chest tighten gently and his fingers nervously tap against his leg.

“Y/N?”

You glanced up softly, placing a bookmark and closing the book carefully. “Yeah?”

“How do you know if you...love someone?” Adam asked quietly, unsure, eyes focusing anxiously on the table between you.

You sat up slowly, sensing his seriousness. “I think you'll know it, Adam, but sometimes the knowing is quiet. It isn’t thunder or fireworks. It’s comfort. Like realizing you’ve been breathing steady the whole time you were with them.”

Adam traced a fingertip along the sofa seam, thinking. “So it’s not supposed to feel like panic?”

“Not if it’s healthy,” you said. “Nerves, sure—but not panic. What do you feel with them?”

Adam catalogued the sensations the way he always did—names, numbers, textures.

Temperature: Warm, localized beneath his sternum.

Sound: Your turning pages; the rain; his own breathing, slower than usual.

Motion: The urge to scoot closer, tempered by fear of mis‑stepping.

“It feels…” He searched carefully. “Like when I calibrate my telescope and the image finally comes into focus. There’s a click, and everything is right. Predictable, but new.”

Your eyes softened. “That sounds a lot like love to me.”

Adam’s pulse nudged faster. “With Beth, it was blurred. I kept twisting the lens but nothing ever sharpened.”

“That wasn’t your fault,” you murmured. “Some lenses don’t match the telescope.”

He huffed a small laugh—your metaphors always helped. “If this is love…what do I do with it?”

“Whatever feels safest,” you said, shifting just enough that your knee brushed the coffee table instead of him—showing you’d move the world before you crowded his space. “Talking is a good start.”

His fingers drummed a four‑beat pattern. “I…might love you.” The words came out even, but his eyes flicked to yours, seeking any repulsion, yet you gave no reaction. You didn't gasp or make sudden movements. You let the sentence breathe between you, then answered with the same gentle weight.

“I definitely love you, Adam.”

He inhaled—a surprised, shaky pull of air—and let a smile ghost across his mouth, small but utterly genuine. “How can you be sure so fast?”

You shrugged one shoulder, honest. “I knew the first night you let me reorganize the spice rack because the old order didn’t make sense to me. You trusted me with your system—your peace. That’s big.”

Adam’s cheeks warmed. “You alphabetized the jars.”

“And you said it ‘felt like exhaling.’ I figured that was our click.”

Silence settled, kind and spacious. Adam slid his hand—slow, telegraphed—across the sofa cushion. You met him halfway, fingers curling together like two puzzle pieces that had waited on the same table. “Is this okay?” he whispered.

“Perfect,” you assured, thumb brushing his knuckles.

He studied your clasped hands, marveling at how right the contact felt—no sensory overload, just grounded warmth. Another new‑old urge rose: to close the distance further.

“I want to try…kissing,” he admitted, voice husky with nerves. “But I need to do it slow.”

“As slow as you like,” you promised.

You remained seated, bodies angled, neither grabbing nor tugging. Adam lifted his free hand, paused an inch from your cheek. You nodded once. He touched you—careful, light—then leaned in the final centimeter.

The kiss was barely pressure, more a meeting of intent than mouths. Yet it sent a steadying wave through him, like finding North on a compass. He lingered, pulled back, hummed a soft “Oh.”

“That was good?” you asked, heart hammering under calm words.

Adam’s smile widened. “Yes. Very good. May we try again?”

You did, twice, each kiss unhurried, bookended by shy glances and quiet laughter when your noses bumped. When you parted, he kept your hand, leaning back against the cushions. “Can you read outloud while I listen?” Adam asked. “Your voice grounds me.”

You opened the book, settling closer so your shoulders touched. “Chapter seven?”

He nodded. As you began, Adam closed his eyes, letting your voice mingle with the outside rain and your heartbeats. Love, he decided, wasn’t a storm at all. It was this: measured syllables, shared silence, a telescope finally in focus.

[kebosadlife]

Why does no one ever talk about Adam’s porn collection like can we talk about this?? Adam raki you nasty nasty boy, please WHYS NO ONE TALK ABOUT THIS LIKE THE SPACE ONE ICB😭

[emilydickinsonsghost]

Gotta love how I watched the movie Adam and I found it kind of depressing and as an autistic person it kind of made me feel bad about myself so I went on Ao3 to see if anyone had written angsty fanfiction for it so I could feel even worse about myself…only to find hundreds of fanfics about Adam, the autistic protagonist falling in love with a dangerous Romanian gangster named Nigel, because apparently the desire to ship Hugh Dancy’s and Mads Mikkelsen’s characters together transcends cinematic genres. And that’s how I found out about Spacedogs and the Hannibal extended universe and it immediately cheered me up, thanks internet!

[wildgirllz]

sleepless nights

Adam Raki (Adam 2009) x Fem!reader

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, pnv, or whatever, reader has boobies but dw there's no use of y/n

word count: around 1k

also, I wrote Adam how I saw him in the movie. I know he has autism and I did incorporate that in his speech patterns because it's a big part of how he acts. Just a disclaimer.

Adam was your neighbor. You too were very close, practically always near each other. It wasn’t uncommon for you to sleep at his house, nor him at yours. He would often come up to show you new photos of stars or satellite images because he knew when you were too restless to sleep. He lived below you and had incredibly sensitive hearing, but his ears pricked up whenever he heard the small pitter-patter of your feet on the floor late at night. Another excuse to take shelter in your home was that your window had a better view of the sky. 

This particular night, Adam groggily plopped into your bed, I guess his pillow got too flat again. You felt his plaid boxers against your things as he settled beneath the covers. 

“Adam?”

“Yes?” he spoke relatively clearly for his state of mind.

“Do you want to cuddle or not touch?”

“I’d like to lay on top of you.”

“Well come here then, my love.”

He smiled slightly, turning his body to face you. He wriggled his body on top of you, moving your legs around his hips and his head on your chest. He sighed contently as his head rose and fell with your breasts, breathing alongside you. 

You ran your fingers through his curls and watched his eyelids twitch, clearly relaxed.

“I love you, Adam.”

“I love you too.” he pauses,  “When you scratch my head like that it excites me.”

“How so?” you ask. 

“Sexually, I mean,” he states. 

“Okay, do you want me to do anything to help?”

“No, I don't need help. I was wondering If you felt excited as well.”

“Well now that you brought it up, yes.” You never needed to be shy with your words around Adam. It was best that you said what you meant clearly because he disliked how tricky all the innuendos around sex could be. 

He opens his eyes, looking up at you from where he was on your soft chest.

“Can I have my back to the bed please?” he asked.

“Of course, roll over then.”

He obliged and took ahold of your hips as you softly straddled his lap. You felt his stiff, warm erection against your barely clothed core. You rubbed your hands up and down his bare chest and watched his eyelashes flutter. 

“I like how that feels. It tickles, but only a bit,” he admits.

“I like it too, sometimes it gives me goosebumps.” you chuckle, but you never leave his statements hanging.

You start by rocking your hips gently across him, getting a sharp inhale and scrunch of the nose from Adam. He was incredibly reactive to your touch, you could always tell when It was too much. His thighs tensed for a moment, then he melted into your touch. Hips going lip, he kept his hands on your hips and watched you with loving eyes.

“Can I take off your shirt?” he quietly asked. 

“Yes.”

So he did, and you saw his mouth stay slightly agape as he felt the warmth of your breasts against his hand.

“Can we start please?” He whined out. He always liked a bit of stimulation before sex, but didn't understand the appeal of being teased. 

You smiled and nodded, sliding your underwear off of your legs as he did the same, then before you could even sit back down on his lap, he was already lining his leaking cock with your entrance. 

You adjusted your legs as you let him slide into your warmth.

His eyes clenched shut and his eyebrows furrowed, while your breaths became deeper. 

He slowly looked back up and when you met eyes, you saw his, pleading for your love. How could you say no to a boy that sweet?

You began to raise and drop your hips slowly against his, and a choked-out sob left his mouth.

“Is it good?” you asked.

“So good. It’s so good. You feel so warm.” he gasped out.

You slightly sped up your pace and moaned with every hit his tip had against your cervix. 

His belly clenched and your toes curled. You leaned forward to put your face in the crevice of his neck. You kissed up his jaw and sloppily made your way to his mouth. 

“I love you so much, Adam” 

He let out a sharp gasp as his grip against your hips tightened.

“I- I love you. I love y- you so much.” Each word separated by a groan.

Your whines did nothing to hide the sounds of you sloppily engulfing his cock with your warmth, the slaps and squelches driving you closer to your limit.

You continued to ride him until his hands started to shake and his eyes got teary. 

“Do you want to cum, sweet boy?”

“Yes, please,” he whispered.

“Go ahead.” you breathe responded. Licking the shell of his ear before kissing it. 

You moved your face to his and passionately pressed your lips to his.

Adam's arms quickly wrapped around your back as he held you snug to his chest and whimpered while quickly rutting into you, finally reaching his peak. His hips stuttered and he let out a cry before he filled you to the brim with his warm load. 

The sounds of his cries brought you to the edge as you held the sides of his face and kissed him, your body twitching as warm waves of pleasure consumed you. 

After you both calmed down and opened your eyes again, Adam smiled.

“Thank you,” you said.

“You’re welcome,” he responded.

You settled into his warm chest as you listened to his heartbeat. 

After a minute of relaxing, you slowly rolled off of him and held his hand in yours.

“Shower?”

Thank you! Please leave requests for Hugh's characters!! I love writing for him. I haven't written in a fat minute so this was a nice way to get back. Thank you for reading and leave a comment! <3

[parallaxshift-raki]

One advantage of communicating online instead of in person is that if something somebody says flusters or overwhelms you, you can just choose not to respond.

You can pretend you didn’t see it at all. I think that’s handy.

[sapphicslovewillgraham]

Hannibal-Extended-Universe fic prompt:

Spacedogs sugardaddy AU fic where Nigel is a high-level drug dealer who’s been jaded and burned by love to the point he’s completely sworn off relationships after moving to the U.S. He’s technically a serial killer, but that’s just the nature of running a drug business…

Adam is recently out of the closet and out of a job. Having autism can make a classic 9-5 literal hell, so he answers a shady freelancing request about creating a secure webpage that can process international bank transactions.

He meets with Nigel who is instantly infatuated by such a unique, intelligent, and beautiful boy. Adam is so authentically himself, it forces Nigel to confront painful truths related to his sexuality, capacity for love, and his growing desires as a dominant to caretake and spoil someone who truly needs him.

[eatlrj]

🚀🐕

[stagicide]

guys. Pl ease listne to Me

[cannibalismposting]

My man

[mismatchsocks]

i love a good movie that no one else gives a fuck abt except for me and maybe five other people on tumblr

[evilvalentin3]

spacedoggies

[willgrahamslobotomy]

My inactivity has been caused by this cutie patootie bc I'm editing him a lot

he's my baby idc what anyone says I love him