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#Frank Adler fanfiction
stargazingfangirl18 · 2 months
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Deceive
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Pairing: Frank Adler x Fem!Reader x Nick Vaughan Word Count: 3,422 Summary: Despite your good intentions, you've still done a very, very bad thing. Warnings: AU. Explicit language. A/B/O. Unprotected sex. Widower!Frank. References to losing a spouse. Implied oral sex (f receiving). References to growing up in foster care and being unhoused. Reference to Omega Control (like Animal Control). Angst and feels.
A/N: Oh em geeee, here we are!! The final pairing/storyline intro for Pound Town. I hope you enjoy it! Please take a moment to comment/reblog/drop an ask when you finish reading. I'd love to know your thoughts. And thots 😏
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You moaned as Frank rutted into you harder, fingers gripping the rumpled sheets of his bed as he took you from behind like a man–like an alpha–possessed. 
You felt the telling flutter of your pussy building up to yet another orgasm as he continued to pound into you, and it was the way his big, warm hand gripped the back of your neck and squeezed just a little as he snarled and picked up his pace that had you finally tipping over the edge.
The wave of bliss and carnal relief that washed over you felt just as good as the multiple orgasms Frank had pulled from you before now, but this one was accompanied by a wave of utter exhaustion, too. 
The heady combination had you going all sorts of floaty as you went completely pliant and sank into the soft mattress beneath you, only vaguely aware of Frank finally reaching his own peak.
Instead of cumming inside of you, he pulled out, like he always did, finishing himself with his hand until you felt the warm, sporadic spurts of his seed hitting your back and ass.
Of course you knew why he did it, why he never finished inside of you, why he never kept you on his knot for a good long while after you fucked, because you'd been seeing him for months now and it had always been this way.
But still, your inner omega mourned not being fucked and filled properly by your alpha.
Even if technically Frank wasn't your alpha.
Yet.
You pushed all of those thoughts away, ignoring how your inner omega curled in on herself in disappointment, instead sighing as you rolled onto your side and watched as Frank flopped down beside you in bed.
At least he let you stay the night now, and he didn't even fuss too much when you snuggled close for post-sex cuddles, which is exactly what you did now.
He even opened his arm to you, and you had to swallow down the happy trill that stirred in your throat as his movement–his thoughtfulness–as you shimmied close and tugged the blanket up around the pair of you.
You were both quiet for a while after finishing, and you occupied yourself by playing with the coarse, dark hair that peppered Frank's chest, your fingers gently ruffling it before dragging along his warm skin then wandering the same path all over again.
After a while, you couldn't help but ask the question that had been on your mind since Frank had first enthusiastically tossed you on his bed earlier that evening.
"Seems like you had a lot of frustration to work out, professor, you okay?"
Despite the fact that Frank Adler was, in fact, a well renowned philosophy professor at one of Boston's most elite universities, he always cringed a little when you used that pet name for him.
Which is kind of why you still did it.
Frank absolutely knew it, too, which is why he was giving you a half-hearted stink eye right now and muttering, "brat," under his breath.
He didn't answer your question for so long that you assumed he wasn't going to, that your eyes had begun to grow heavy with exhaustion, but it was the quiet rumble of a confession spilling from his lips that had you instantly awake and feeling so very, very sad.
"A few days ago, it was…it marked five years since the boating accident."
The boating accident that had claimed the life of Frank's pregnant wife. The boating accident that had absolutely gutted him, that had turned his life upside down and had him running away from Florida and eventually starting over in Boston, grief-stricken and alone, and haunted by the loss of his omega and a future with her to this very day.
You watched Frank for a long moment, quiet as you clocked how he was intentionally looking away from you, the way his fingers had stopped trailing along your shoulder. 
You knew it was the closest he would ever get to curling in on himself. 
Still, it was enough, and it made your heart hurt for him.
"Do you want to tell me about her?" you whispered, your fingers reaching out to gently brush along his beard as your eyes flickered to the faded bondmark on Frank's neck.
He shook his head immediately, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. "No, I just…it's better to keep the past in the past."
Your fingers trailed away from his beard, your knuckles gently caressing Frank's freckled cheek. 
"It's okay to think about them and mourn them," you murmured. "I'm here if you want to talk about it. I'm here for you, Frank, you know that right?"
And that I'm absolutely head over heels in love with you, you know that, too, right? You thought fleetingly, feeling another wash of sadness consume you but for an entirely different reason now.
And it wasn't just sadness that consumed you as you watched Frank and thought of how much you loved him, it was fear, too.
Because if he knew the truth…
Frank finally glanced over at you, and he must have been able to read the distress on your face–in your eyes–mistaking it for disappointment that he wouldn't confide in you any further.
"You're very sweet," he hummed, changing the subject completely. 
His lips quirked as he pushed himself up over you, that same feral desperation from earlier–the desperation to feel good, to lose himself in you, to forget–sparking in his gaze once more. 
Your belly fluttered as Frank gently cupped your face, this thumb dragging along the apple of your cheek as he purred, "You're far too sweet for the things you let me do to you, omega."
And then he was grinning–although it didn't quite reach his eyes–as he flung the blankets away, shifted down the bed until he was settled between your thighs, and ruined you with his mouth his time.
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A few days later, you were standing before Frank's door, shivering in the cold, both absolutely ready and not ready at all to rip the bandaid and finally tell him the truth.
That you loved him and that you had deceived him.
You realized that your trembling wasn't just from the cold, that you were scared, too, terrified of how this would go.
You had gone over this very scenario in your mind a million times by now, your frantic brain always coming up with a different way for it to play out. As much as you hoped that it would all be well in the end, more often than not, you couldn't help but envision Frank's complete and utter spurning of you.
His disgust for you.
His hatred.
You felt your lower lip wobble at the mere thought, and then you felt a big, warm hand grip your shoulder and give you a reassuring squeeze.
You glanced over at Nick Vaughan, your best friend.
And your beta.
Your other half.
His blue eyes were so warm as they gazed at you, his plump, pink lips curling into a soft smile, the same smile that had stolen your heart many, many years ago, when the two of you were just trying to survive the horrid conditions of foster care before deciding to try to survive it together.
And you had, just barely.
It was probably the fact that you both grew up with nothing, and no one but each other, that had made you so very desperate and greedy for an alpha.
And you knew that Frank would be the perfect alpha for you both, you just knew it, now you only needed to convince him of it, too. 
"It will be okay," Nick murmured, his hand shifting from your shoulder to gently rub along your back in soothing strokes. "He sounds like a good man, he'll understand."
You turned, sinking against the warm, firmness of Nick's chest and hugging him tightly. "I feel like a horrible person for misleading him," you whispered.
"You're not a horrible person," Nick soothed, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. "I can tell how much you love him, so I'm sure he can, too."
Sniffling back your tears, you gently pushed away from Nick, your hands resting against his chest as you met his gaze. "And you're okay with that?"
He smiled. "It's what we've always wanted, right? A real pack. A real family. We can all be that for each other."
"You haven't even met him, you may hate him," you huffed.
"I love you and I trust your judgment," Nick said simply.
And you knew it really was that simple for him.
He'd follow you to hell and back, then back again, and you loved him for it. You thought Frank would love that about Nick, too, his loyalty, his devotion. 
Well, if he even gave Nick a chance at all.
If he'd be willing to forgive your deception.
"You ready?"
Nick's question pulled you from your spiraling thoughts and you nodded, taking a deep breath and steeling yourself before turning and knocking on the front door.
A moment later, Frank was looming over you both, his small smile at the sight of you faltering when he noticed Nick. He glanced back and forth between the two of you for a moment before saying, "I didn't realize you were bringing a friend."
"Can we talk?" you hurried to ask before you lost your nerve.
Because there was literally no going back now.
You watched the way Frank's eyes shuttered, a wariness overtaking his handsome features as he slowly hummed, "Okay," before stepping back and ushering you both inside. 
You knew it was another point not in your favor when Frank led you both to the living room and took the seat in the armchair adjacent to the sofa, putting some space between himself and you and Nick as he gripped his knees and watched you with that same foreign, wary look on his face. 
You sat on the very edge of the sofa, your leg jiggling with anxiety as you clasped your fingers together in your lap and struggled to meet Frank's gaze despite feeling the heavy weight of it on you. 
You felt Nick's hand touch your back, a soothing gesture that had an aborted growl rumbling in the back of Frank's throat. When you finally looked at him, you could barely see the sneer on his face as he glared at Nick through your tears. 
"I lied to you," you whispered, your leg jiggling faster as you began your confession. "I didn't mean to, or, well, at least I didn't mean for it to go on this long, the lie."
"What lie?" Frank snapped. 
You flinched at his harsh tone, your gaze falling away from his. 
"That I'm not…just me," you struggled to explain yourself despite having mentally rehearsed this conversation a million times in your mind. "Nick's my beta," you trembled, grateful that said beta reached for your hand and gently gripped it between both of his. "That I have a beta."
You peeked up at Frank from beneath your lashes, feeling your stomach flip unpleasantly at the way he was staring–stunned and angry–at Nick gently holding your hand. 
You were losing him, to his anger, so you just started talking, babbling really, the truth spilling out of you with no chance of stopping now. 
You told Frank about growing up in foster care with Nick, how the two of you had taken care of each other–helped each other survive–since you were children. 
You told him how much you both wanted an alpha, to be claimed and taken care of, to have a home. 
How all you wanted was a home, and to be safe, to be loved. 
You told Frank that things between the two of you had snowballed so quickly, that you'd fallen for him so fast, that you knew he was the one but were so scared to tell him the truth, so scared of losing him, that you hadn't been able to work up the courage until now.
Frank was quiet the entire time you word vomited your confession to him, not moving a muscle as he stared down at the floor between his feet and just listened. 
Once you finished speaking, a long, tense silence stretched on and on. You sniffled as you wiped away your tears, not even realizing until that moment that at some point, you had started to cry as you spoke. 
But it was done now. 
You had told the truth. You had put it all out there. And you felt both a sense of relief, like a weight had been lifted from you, as well as this heavy kind of dread in your stomach as you awaited Frank's response.
You didn't need to wait long.
When he finally looked over at you, his eyes were hard–the coldest you had ever seen–like two deep, dark blue pools of betrayal as his lip curled back over his teeth and he hissed, "Get out."
You blinked, not quite able to process his demand. "What?"
Slowly, Frank rose to his feet, his hands curling into fists at his sides as he loomed over you and Nick. "Get out of my home, and don't ever come back."
Nick spoke up for the first time then, keeping his voice soft and respectful as he said, "Hey, come on. I know this isn't exactly what you thought it was–"
"Stop talking," Frank snarled the alpha command that had Nick going silent and rigid beside you.
You whined, recoiling from Frank's anger, sinking into Nick's side as the alpha stared down at you like he didn't know you, like you disgusted him. 
"You lied to me," he muttered. "For months."
"Please, alpha, I know I shouldn't have," you scrambled to explain, "But I didn't know if I could trust you or where this was going, if anywhere. I didn't know that I'd fall in love with you!"
"Shut up!" Frank yelled, taking a hefty step back–away from you–as he violently pointed toward the front door. "Just, shut up and get the fuck out!"
You couldn't quite choke back your sob as Nick pulled you to your feet and ushered you toward the door. 
You knew Frank would be angry, that you had been wrong to let things play out the way they had, but your intentions had been good, just wary. You just wanted to be sure that he was the one, and once you had realized that he was, you were scared to hope for more than that knowing.
And you hadn't been ready to possibly lose him to the truth.
You couldn't lose him.
You turned back to Frank, breaking away from Nick as you moved closer to the alpha and whined at the way he recoiled from you. It was like he couldn't stand the thought of being close to you, his alpha scent–usually so pleasant and woodsy and soothing–now sour with anger and betrayal and devastation.
You had done that to him, to this beautiful man who had already lost so much and lived with the kind of pain and loss that no one should ever need to endure.
You had hurt the very last person who should be hurt any more.
Beside yourself now with remorse and self-loathing, you trembled out your words in between sobs and pathetic whines and whimpers,  “I d-didn’t mean to play you or hurt you, I swear!"
Frank shook his head, pointing to the front door, but you persisted, needing him to know everything, needing him to know your heart.
"And I didn't pick you randomly. I picked you because of your eyes," you sniffled, catching those very eyes in a fleeting stare. "Because they're sad, kind eyes and they look how I feel most days, and I wanted to see them happy. I wanted to see you happy." 
Frank didn't speak, but you saw his fists clench at his sides, his throat bob as he struggled to swallow as he purposefully, stubbornly looked away from you. 
"I'm sorry," you whispered. "I'm so sorry, Frank."
Your eyes blurred with another onslaught of tears, and as you struggled to choke down your sobs, Nick gathered you close and quickly led you outside, and far, far away from Frank and the disastrous mess you had made of your relationship–former relationship–with him. 
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Frank stood before the small drink cart at the far end of the living room, staring down at the glass tumbler. His eyes flickered to the bottle of whiskey behind it, and he forwent the tumbler altogether as he scooped up the bottle, twisted off the cap, and took a long swig of the liquor.
It burned all the way down, like liquid fire in his throat before settling hot in his empty stomach.
But the burn of the whiskey felt so much better than the numbness–than the disbelief and betrayal–that had settled over him since yesterday.
His tired mind didn't get much further than that, just a quick flicker of a memory from yesterday, of the way you had flinched away from him when he had alpha commanded your beta.
You had a fucking beta, and he hadn't known.
All this time, for months, he had thought…well, it didn't matter much what he had thought or allowed himself to hope for–again–not anymore.
Frank was just about to take another long drink of his whiskey when a pounding rattled his front door in its hinges. 
"What the fuck?" he grunted, slamming down the whiskey bottle before stalking across the room and through the entryway. 
When he yanked open the front door, the very last person he expected to see standing on his doorstep was your beta.
Frank didn't even get a word out before the other man was speaking, more like shouting, at Frank. "They took her!"
Frank's brows furrowed with confusion. "What?"
Nick breathed your name, his eyes shining with tears–with terror–as he gripped Frank's shirt and gave him a shake. "Omega Control! They took her!" He started to babble frantically now, "We were sleeping in our van and I guess she got out to go get some food at the convenience store across the parking lot or something, I dunno because I was sleeping. But a bunch of yelling woke me up and I saw her being taken away by Omega Control and–"
Nick heaved for breath, his grip on Frank tightening as he pleaded, "Please! Please we need to get her back. I need your help–" 
"Jesus, just get off of me and slow down," Frank gritted, shoving Nick away from him and trying to ignore the way his inner alpha perked up, scared and possessive and fucking furious at the idea of you being scooped up off the street like a stray omega. 
Still, his face was wary as he watched Nick. "How do I know this isn't just another lie? Some sick game to try to mess with me some more?"
Nick shook his head, "No, I swear! Please!" His voice broke and he inhaled shakily, swallowing and trying to collect himself as he batted away a stray tear. "Please, Frank."
Frank's fingers involuntarily twitched at his sides as the beta said his name, in such a soft, warm way that spoke of the kind of fondness that didn't even exist between them. 
Because it had only existed between you and Frank. 
"Please," Nick pleaded again. "Only an alpha can claim her from Omega Control. I need your help, before they ship her away to a breeder or worse."
Frank couldn't help but shudder at the implication. The things he had heard about the dark, corrupted underbelly of Omega Control, of the government in general…
And as angry as he was at you, as betrayed and hurt as he felt, the thought of leaving you to that kind of cruel fate, it made him sick to his stomach.
"Fuck," Frank grunted, raking a hand through his hair. 
He stared at Nick for a beat, drinking in the pure panic and distress in the beta's open gaze, smelling the fear souring his otherwise alluring scent. Squashing down the urge to comfort the other man, to rumble and soothe and promise that everything would be okay, like his inner alpha wanted, Frank bit out another curse instead.
And then he grabbed his keys and shoved Nick toward his car with a muttered, "Come on, let's go get her."
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imyourbratzdoll · 11 months
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For the Christmas elves! Maybe Santa uses magic and makes them bigger as their gift 😏
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hello baby, I'm sorry this took a while, and I've also combined another request with this one. I hope you like it!
summary - santa gives both you and the elves a gift, making them human-sized and letting them use you through a glory hole.
warning - smut, degrading, glory hole, swearing, slut and whore used, overstimulation, voyeurism, creampie, fingering, oral sex, pussyjob, exhibitionism, cuckolding, polyamorous
18+ only please, the gif and header I use aren't mine.
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You didn’t know what you were in for when you woke up that morning. You blindly followed your husband to a room with a hole in the wall, listening to him as he told you to strip and lie down. He kissed your lips softly before walking out of the room to the other side, where the tiny men lined up, anxiously waiting. “Are you guys ready?” They nod, buzzing with excitement, Ari waves his hand, and the magic begins. Each tiny elf begins to grow, becoming larger and larger until they are as nearly as tall as their boss. They all look at each other.
“Damn, you guys are even uglier when bigger.” Lee huffs, scowling at each of them.
“Shut up, fatso. You aren’t no beauty either.” Ransom grumbles. His eyes moved down his body, having not been this large for a long time. Steve stumbles forward, giggling and bringing Ransom into a little hug, which causes Ransom’s eyes to widen. “What the hell are you doing?”
“We’re even cuter now!” Steve giggles, looking around at everyone in wonder. “I’m so happy!” 
Ari clears his throat, gaining their attention again and missing the elves as they were easier to handle. “Alright, Y/n is ready for you guys. All you have to do is get in a line and decide who goes first.” He walks out of the room, groaning when the chaos begins, all the men pushing each other, swearing and hitting one another, and while everyone is preoccupied, Steve manages to get to the front. Ari enters the room you were in, sitting in a chair in front of you. “Hey, honey. You going to be good for the elves?” You nod, whimpering when you feel something touch your puffy clit.
Steve giggles, rubbing and flicking it before his fingers slide in, curling into you as they thrust in and out. “Is so soft and warm!” The other men grumble, anxiously waiting their turn as they watch Steve take you apart with his fingers. “Feel good?” You whimper, nodding as your eyes roll to the back of your head. A soft slap makes you look up and see your husband looking down at you with a raised brow. You quickly reply to Steve with a moaned ‘yes’, begging him to pick up the pace, needing to feel him more. Steve stares with wonder as he fills you repeatedly with his thick fingers, loving that he can bring you apart instead of it being the other way around. His thumb connects with your puffy clit, curling his fingers a certain way as you scream, your head is thrown back, and your back arches as your cream coats him. Steve slowly pulls them out and sticks them in his mouth, giggling at your taste.
He’s pushed aside by Jake, who quickly kneels and devours your sopping cunt. Not wasting a second before licking and sucking the juices that leak from your tight hole, leading up to your sensitive puffy clit, and sucking it into his mouth, his eyes roll to the back of his head as your arousal enters his mouth. “So sweet!” You moan, gripping Ari’s hands as Jake takes you apart, feeling your mind go numb as his tongue slithers inside you, thrusting into you, fucking you. You scream, your walls clenching around his tongue as he devours you, taking you apart with only his tongue, wondering how they could feel so good. The others palm their growing bulges, watching your legs quiver as Jake sucks your swollen clit. Your back arches as you cum, coating his face with your arousal. “Mmm, so good.” He stands, licking his lips and sucking your juices off his face and fingers. 
Johnny pushes him out of the way, quickly releasing his cock and sliding his tip and throbbing base between your puffy lips, his swollen tip hitting your overstimulated clit with each thrust. His eyes roll into the back of his head, never having felt something so amazing before as he rubs his cock and balls all over your wet cunt. “Damn, you feel so good. I will mark you with my seed, paint you all pretty.” His pace picks up, and his head is thrown back as he uses you while his other hand quickly reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pair of your knickers, bringing it to his nose and sniffing, a loud groan falls from his lips, eyes rolling back at the feel and smell of you. Cum explodes from the both of you, your juices coat his thick cock, and his cream covers your little pussy. 
Lee grumbles, pushing Johnny away as he rolls his eyes. He pulls out his thick member, stroking it as he lines it up with your throbbing hole before slowly going inside. His eyes roll back, and his head falls, groaning. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, you little fucking slut. I bet you like being used by men like a whore. It’s all your good for.” Your mouth falls open, and your nails dig into Ari as Lee stretches you out with his cock. He sets a brutal pace, gripping your hips as he slams into you, grunting as your walls clench around him, squeezing him. “All your good for is pleasure, serving us like the little cockwhore you are.” Lee thrusts harder and faster, his chubby belly covering his view of his thick cock, stretching you out. “You're going to cum for me, slut.” His hand comes down, rubbing your puffy clit as you squirt around him, your vision going blank as he fills you with cum.
Frank pushes him aside as the now large man excitedly steps forward, deciding to do something different. His hand comes down and spanks your puffy button, giggling as you squirm and moan. “Aww, you’re so sensitive! It’s so cute!” He pinches your clit, and squeals as your juices flow out, causing him to scoop it up with his fingers and suck on them, humming as he walks away. You sigh, sinking into Ari before a whimper escapes you.
Lloyd huffs. “You really thought it was over? There’s like three of us left.” He strokes his throbbing cock, lining it up with your used cunt and pushing in, beginning to thrust in and out of you with his hands gripping your hips. “I told you I could fuck her better.” Lloyd slams into you, groaning and swearing as your walls wrap tightly around him. “How the fuck are you still so tight after being split open constantly?” You squeal, feeling your vision go white as you are used, and fucked like you’re nothing, the thought causes your core to snap and your arousal to leak out, covering Lloyd. “Fuck! You fucking slut, cumming so fucking early.” He growls, slamming harder and faster into you before releasing thick amounts of his cum inside you.
Curtis is next, strolling up and shoving his thick fingers inside your used cunt. “I’d rather be using your mouth right now, but this is all I’ve got.” He curls them, thrusting them in and out as his thumb presses into your swollen clit, enjoying the squeals that escape you and how your legs shake from how intense the pleasure has become. “Such a little slut, you’re so fucking useless unless it’s this.” You shiver, feeling your juices squirt freely out, your cheeks heating up as the men degrade you over cumming so early. 
Ransom steps up, rubbing his swollen head against your overstimulated cunt, slowly pushing inside your still-tight hole. A groan falls from his lips with how tight you still are and how wet your cunt is. Without anyone seeing, he strokes your hip softly as he slowly picks up the pace, thrusting into you more lovingly than anything. Ransom hears Lee and the other three shits snickering, so he begins to pound into you, feeling your walls spasm around his throbbing cock as your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer. He bites his lip, eyes fluttering closed as his balls tighten, pumping into you faster before exploding and filling you to the brim with his seed. Your juices coat his base, leaving a white ring around his cock.
Ari gently strokes your cheek before waving his hand. The elves turn back to tiny men, and you end up in your bed with your body feeling refreshed and taken care of. 
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georgiapeach30513 · 10 months
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The Flowers of Waverley Road, Part 1
Summary:  Magnus Romano is a fierce leader of the biggest Mafia family in Boston.  And deep outside of the negotiating and the city he has remained to keep his daughters hidden.  But continues to use them as a bargaining agent.  Each daughter has their own journey and story.  Each daughter has their own tests and heartbreak.  And each daughter is fiercely loyal to each other.  His pretty little flowers.  His major point of bribery.  But they’re not as delicate as Magnus thinks that they are, or as stupid.
Pairings:  August Walker X Orchid, Nick Fowler X Lotus, Jax Teller X Dahlia, Jack Bass X Violet, Ari Levinson X Lavender
Rating:  explicit
Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, masturbating (F), arranged marriages, misogyny, age gap, power imbalance, implied abuse, 18+ ONLY
Word Count:  8k
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“Mr. Levinson?” Ari looks up from his magazine he had just been staring at, annoyed at all the clearance that was necessary for this job.  It was a house completely out in the middle of nowhere.  A house so far off the beaten path, one would assume they were in an endless loop of trees.  “Miss Romano will now see you.  Should you be hired, make sure you wear different shoes.”
Ari glances at his old worn boots; a bit dusty, stained in paint, and sure a bit dirty.  He didn’t ask to come to this ridiculously white office.  Why was everything so white?  Not even a fingerprint in sight.  Possibly the rumors of burned off fingerprints was factual.
His heavy footfalls carry him into Miss Romano’s office, and she looks up from her computer glaring at him.  “I didn’t ask to come here, sweetheart,” Ari smirks, planting himself on a white coach, and she grimaces at him.  Even she is decked out in white.  Head to toe.  White business dress that clings to every inch of her curves.  Some things never changed.  She hadn’t aged a day.
“Mr. Levinson, we take people going to Waverley Road very seriously,” her long manicured fingers tap on the desk, and she slides her chair back.  Walking in front of the desk to lean against the edge.  His eyes roam up and down every inch of her, “And we take people abusing the ability to get onto the property very seriously.  You understand what you are signing on for?  People not directly involved in my family’s business rarely ever make it this far.”
“Family business, huh?  Is that what they’re calling the mafia these days?”
“I’m not quite sure I follow, Mr. Levinson,” Ari nods his head, even though he is aware that she knows exactly what he’s referring to.  “A background check was done on you.  A lot of petty crime.  You will not be permitted inside of the house.”
“Why?  Do you have a princess locked up in that tower?” The woman stands unmoving.  They did.  They had some princess locked in there all alone in the middle of nowhere, “Just how many flowers of Waverley Road are there?  I lost count.”
“Mr. Levinson.”
“Rumors of the Romano flowers are all throughout the city.  None as beautiful as you, Miss Lotus Romano.  Unwed because she’s unfit, and can’t be used as a bargaining tool.  Magnus knows her worth, and wants to keep his pretty little daughter happy.  Which one finally was sold to the highest bid of Jack Bass?  Which one gets to be bought by Bart Bass?  The Romanos are in the Basses pocket, and everyone knows it.  Can’t forget your little delinquent of a sister.  Has she ever been found?”
“Are you finished, Mr. Levinson.  Insulting my family is not a great way to get a job.  I am the one allowing you into our family mansion.  I am the one that will either give you this job, or take it away from you.  Do not question my authority in my family,” Ari’s eyes slowly blink close as he tilts his head to her.  Leaning back and getting more relaxed in his chair.
“The last interview I had there was only three files on your secretary’s desk.  You don’t have too many people vying for a chance to work for your family.  I believe I’m all that you’ve got.  You don’t have a choice.  My work is good and clean.  And I come with great references.  Where is Nicky?  Getting his cock sucked by some bimbo?”
“Now that is enough,” she slaps her hand on the desk, turning her back to Ari.  He could speak all he wanted to about her family, but bring up Nick, and she shuts down, and shows emotion.  She calmly picks up her phone, ringing her secretary, “Cici, have Nick escort Mr. Levinson to Waverley Road.  If he’s to have anyone working with them, they have to be cleared with me, and he’s only allowed one person.”
“Uh, Frank Adler?” Ari clears his throat, because a request for some help had already been sent in.  If it hadn’t made it to Lotus, there was no telling when Frank would be approved.
“His file is being processed.  That may take a couple of weeks.”
“A couple of weeks?  How the fuck am I going to get any work done?”
“Figure it out,” Lotus gently lays her phone back on the receiver.  Walking around to her chair, and ignoring Ari, “You may go.  Nick will make sure you make it to Waverley Road in one piece.  And if Mr. Adler should be cleared, he will join you.  There is a small house in front of the mansion, you can stay there, Frank as well, should he be approved.  Make sure that you have your bags packed.  You’re going to be stuck on Waverley Road until all the repairs are finished.  Should you need something, Nick can be of assistance.  Should you want to leave, don’t.  We own you now, Mr. Levinson.”
Bitch.  Ari stands, and walks back out to the foyer, waiting on his former roommate.  Lotus really was the cold bitch that everyone claimed that she was.  Heart of stone, and no fucks given, but she had a weakness.  This is what Ari wanted and needed.  And he had completed this part.  Now onto the mansion.
Nick looks at himself in the mirror, straightening out his hair when he looks at his phone, “Hey, sweetheart.”
“I asked you not to call me that while in this building.  Mr. Levinson was approved.  You need to take him to Daddy’s summer mansion.”
“Isn’t your baby sister there?” Nick did not foresee the luck of having the most awkward and needy of the sisters at the mansion.  A girl that would open up to anyone that was giving her attention.
“And that’s where she will stay, until Daddy decides what he’s going to do with her.  There are a few that she has caught the eye of.  Don’t know if they are profitable though.”
“You know casually talking about your sisters being in an arranged marriage is a little concerning.  Should I be alarmed?” His eyebrow cocks up as he shuts down his office.
“I’ve got the files, Nicky.  No one has ever asked for my hand in marriage, and Daddy has never offered.  I supposed I’m going to remain an old spinster that is too smart for this whole operation.”
“Would you take marrying someone you’re in business with?  Like, I don’t know, the man that has no one above him in this family, but your father?” He would continue to ask any chance he got, until she said yes.
“You forget, this is only business.  Don’t confuse casual sex with anything more than a fix.  Take Mr. Levinson to Waverley Road.”
“Make sure you’re waiting at my house, in one of the pretty little lace numbers I got you.  I’ll take your Mr. Levinson to the mansion, and explain the ground rules.  I’ll see you when I return,” he doesn’t wait for a response.  He never does.  And she is always waiting for him.  Every time.  Giving him so much, and so little all at the same time.  It was infuriating that the one thing he wanted, she was still keeping guarded.  Her heart.
He struts out into the waiting room, snapping a finger towards Ari, “Follow me.  You sure know how to piss people off, you know that?”
“Well, what’s the fun in knowing I got the job if I can’t play around a bit?  So Lotus Romano?”
“What?” Nick stops to turn around and look at the man.  Ari is a beast.  Taller than most men he had ever seen, and wide.  His skills we’re definitely better suited in other avenues besides a carpenter.  
“Who is at this mansion?” Ari gives his old friend a wink.  Nick was not someone he wanted to piss off.  He needed Nick, and clearly he and Lotus did not want to joke about their ‘relationship’.
“It’s best if you leave that one alone,” Nick responds, spinning on his heels and continues to the parking garage.
“Why is that?” Dig a bit more.  It was what Ari is good at.  Get more information, and if she was as pretty as her sisters, how bad could it be?
“She’s barely legal.”
“Ahh, but she is legal.  Is she promised to someone?  Chuck Bass maybe?  Would he finally sell one of his daughters to a more age appropriate man?  How is Jack’s new bride?” Nick grunts out his own frustrations.  Magnus was living in the dark ages.  “He had all those girls for more than having children, huh?”
“I don’t want to talk about them.  They have very little say in what he’s doing.  Lavender will fall in line like her sisters before her.”
“Worked out well for Dahlia,” Ari surmises, settling himself in Nick’s car.  “How is she?”
“Teller keeps her busy.  She got what she wanted.  Away from the Basses, and away from her father.”
“And why do you suppose that is?” Nick keeps his eyes on the road.  As long as Ari didn’t bring up Lotus, he was okay.  No one ever got away with speaking about her.  “So, Jack’s bride complied, and the Basses still funded Magnus’ dying empire.  He’s nothing without the Basses.  He basically became a tool for them.  They’ll continue to use him to get what they want, and when they’re done, well, you know what will become of Magnus and his daughters.”
“And what exactly are you going to do about it?” Nick turns to glare at Ari.  A man that talked a big game about something he was not technically a part of.  It was complicated.
“Nothing.  I’m just a carpenter.  Being forced to live out in the middle of nowhere, I can't leave my base until the repairs are done.  Out there all alone with nothing to keep me busy but a barely legal flower.”
“Going inside of the house is unwise.  You are to stay outside,” another warning of staying outside, and not entering the house.
“Why?  Is there something wrong with Rapunzel?”
“She is to be kept chaste,” Ari snorts.  They were never really chaste.  None of them.  People talk.  Little girls locked up in towers always had their vices.  Their way with men and women to get what they wanted.  More so of what they needed.  “Bart isn’t interested.  However, there are others that are looking at Lavender.  The flowers of Waverley Road are now a legend.”
“What about Lotus,” Nick warps the car over to the side of the road, and wraps his hand over Ari’s throat.  “Easy.  We’re on the same side.”
“You do not deserve to speak her name,” Nick spits out at him.  That was his first strike.
“What happens when she’s sold to the highest bidder?  Dahlia was smart, she got out while she could.  Leaving her sister to be claimed and promised to Jack.  Lotus isn’t promised to anyone.  Do you think that will last?  Do you think her father won’t sell her?”
“She’s valuable on her own.  Magnus needs her, and her brains.”
“And her sisters are nothing but the flesh in between their legs?  I see.  Things worked out well for Orchid,” the oldest of the sisters.  The one who stood tall and proud.  Walked side by side with her husband.  A man that would kiss the ground she walked on, if she asked.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Nick huffs, putting the car back into gear.  Turning onto the famed road, and the long journey to the mansion.  No one ever knew or understood the Romano family.  Even Nick, despite Lotus randomly dropping tidbits.
“Do I not?  I’m risking my life being here.”
“No one asked you to,” Nick whispers.  It was a lie.  One that they were both aware of.  Ari was asked.  And it was worth the risk, should he be successful.  
Trees are so heavy down this road a lesser man would feel as if he was losing his mind.  There was nowhere to go but forward, or back from which you came.  No one dared to come out this far, and judging by the security stations on the way in, they would never make it to the point that they currently are.  Guarded by more than the maddening forest.
It was boring.  No wonder he was being asked to live on the property.  “How much land does Magnus own?”
“All of it,” Nick answers with finality.  Ari had pissed him off.  Nick was easy to talk to, until you made him get into his head about Lotus.  “You are not to go into the mansion.”
“So I’ve heard.”
“There’s your quarters,” Nick points at a small cabin, not at all grand.  “It’s big enough to sleep at least four people.  You will be given a car that you can commute from here to the mansion.  You are not to step foot inside.  Lavender can be a bit persuasive, you are not to listen to her under any circumstance.  However, should her life be in danger, you risk yours to save her.  That is how it goes.  You wanted to be surrounded by the flowers.  You are.  And this…”
A gigantic mansion comes into view.  An otherworldly and old look to it with ivy growing up the sides.  It looks haunted.  Should anyone happen to unluckily stumble upon it, it would terrify them.  And right by the pool was a gorgeous and completely nude young woman sunbathing.
“My god,” Nick, irritated puts his car into park.  “She was told you were coming today.  Cover your eyes,” Ari would not.  Perfect tits on that one.  She was hot, and she knew it.  Fresh Brazilian wax.  She wanted to be seen.  “Lavender!  Put some fucking clothes on.”
Her mouth turns up into a smirk, but she doesn’t move, “If I am to live out here all alone, I’m going to take advantage of the privacy.”
“And I told you,” she stands up, and Ari gets a full body look at her, turning back around to awkwardly bend over to gather her hat.  Awkward because she wanted Ari to see her puffy, velvety, and scrumptious cunt.  “Lavender!”
“Aw, Nicky, don’t look as I walk away,” Nick turns away from her, and grabbing both tits, she jiggles them just for Ari to see.  Ari would not be staying away from her.  She wanted to show him her body, and he was going to look.  “I’m going inside to fuck myself.”
“I hate you.  How am I ever going to tell your sister about this?”
“Just don’t tell her I put a strap on my giant teddy,” Ari likes her.  He was sure she was more talk than anything.  But she needed it.  Bad.  “Daddy has me out here all by myself, I should be able to have some fucking fun!”
“Go fuck your teddy bear then!” Lavender flips his back off before finally walking into the house.  She wasn’t entirely lying, and wasn’t entirely telling the truth.  Fixing the roof she was told.  She was aware of the area where the roof leaked.  And she had a plan.  If she was going to be out here bored while all her sisters got to have a man touch them, she was going to have some fun.  With the carpenters.
“Ignore her.”
“How can I?  My god, she either needs someone to lay her over their lap and spank her ass, or she needs a real good fucking,” he tilts his head, trying to continue to look at her.  Still she was shaking her tits at him.  Pinching her nipples, before walking away.
“She’s a liar.  All she wants is attention, and you’re giving it to her,” Nick slaps Ari in the back of his head.  Ari and her could potentially be a problem, or the best thing they didn’t plan on, “Your boxes will be coming here by tonight.  This is the key to your car.  There is the garage.  I’ll have Lotus message you the key codes for everything.  And stay out of the fucking house.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Ari groans, getting out of the car.  “This my supplies?” He asks, pointing over to a mountain of lumber and boxes upon boxes of things.
“Yes.  Have fun, Ari.  Don’t say I didn’t warn you.  Also, Magnus and the other girls will be here tonight for dinner.  Make sure you’re at home.”
“So you’re saying if I want to fuck the princess I better do it before tonight?” He bites at his lip, looking back into the house, hoping to see those perfect tits.
“I’m saying don’t be looking at tits, and have nothing done before they get here,” jumping into his car, Nick drives back into the city, and back to Lotus’ office.  Speaking of fucking, she owed him dessert.  She could continue her work, while he feasted on the sweetest thing he had ever tasted.
Ari looks up at the mansion, wondering where Lavender had gone.  He just wanted to have some fun, and enjoy something nice to look at.  Instead he starts opening up a few of the containers.  Sweat pours down his brows as he unloads everything.  Minor repairs, and it would get done faster with a crew.  But Magnus didn’t want a crew here.
Hearing one of the sweetest little moans, he looks towards a window.  There she was.  Still needing to be seen.  Playing with her tits, and grinding on the arm of a couch.  Ari completely knows why Magnus didn’t want a crew.  She is looking straight at him begging, “Ari!” She whines, placing her hands in front of her to grind even faster.
Her tits look even more amazing as she works herself over the furniture.  “Ari, the door is unlocked.”
“Well, hell,” it was an invitation, and who was he to say no.  Walking into the mansion, and breaking the one main rule he has, he follows her desperate sounds.  Tiptoeing into a sitting room,  and there she was.  One of the most amazing women he had ever met.  What a welcome gift he was getting.  “What cha doing?”
“Imagining I was riding you?” She was needy.  Moving over this arm of the couch like her life depended on it.  “You like my titties?”
“Oh I love them.  You making a mess on the couch?”
“Uh huh.  You can lick it up if you want.  You can play with my tits, too.”
“Oh, I think I want you to lick it up,” her eyes go wide as she stares up at him.  Black seas of lust in her eyes, glossy and still so innocent.  He steps closer, reaching out to pinch both of her nipples.  “You never been talked to like that?  If you want to be a desperate little slut, I can treat you like one.”
He rolls her nipples in between his fingers, and she arches her back, bringing herself closer to him.  Moving her hands behind her, Ari sees her pretty puffy lips spread over the leather.  A trail of slick gathering on the arm.  She was a pretty little thing.  “I’m going to suck your tits, okay?”
“Uh huh, please!” He wanted his fingers in her.  His mouth closes around one nipple, and her body loses self control.  Screaming out his name, until he pulls off her with a pop.  Looking at her wide eyed at her outburst.  Her juices drip down onto the couch and floor.
“Did you just squirt from me barely sucking on your nipple?”
“What?” Ari’s hand swipes up her honey, showing her just how soaked his fingers are.  “I uh…”
“Show me your pussy.  I’ll taste that, too.  If you think sucking on your nipples feels amazing.  Sucking on you right here,” his finger touches her clit, and she shivers, mewling out his name, while her body searches for more pressure from him.  “Show me.”
Lavender scoots down onto the couch, legs already spreading wide, and Ari gulps.   She was an easy target, “Tell me, sweetheart,” Ari begins as he gets down to his knees, smiling down at her bare and leaking cunt, “Who visits out here?” His hand lays flat over her mound, and she squeals.  “Uh uh, who visits out here?”
“No — no one.”
“I don’t feel like you’re being truthful.  Big house, sweet little slut like you, all alone with just me.  What would happen if I fucked you right here?”
“No!” She shakes her head no rapidly, and when he tries to remove his hand she slaps her own over his.  “You can play with me.  No sex.”
“We did just meet, hmm?” leaning a bit closer, his hand slides up to spread apart her lips, giving just the most sweet kiss over her bundle of nerves.  “Who comes out here?  Your father?” Peering up at her, his tongue flicks over her little bean, and Lavender struggles to talk.
“Sometimes.  I don’t want to talk about him right now.”
“Who else?” She gives him a little pout, trying to pull him closer to her heat.  Needing nothing more than to have him kitten lick her again.  “No, you tell me who else comes here, and I’ll suck on this clit, until you’re coming in my mouth.  Maybe put a finger in that sweet puss.”
“Bus-bus-business associates.  The Basses, and…some man I don’t know.  Please, Ari, I want you to put a finger in me.”
“Only one for now.  Maybe you can figure out who else is coming here for me, and I’ll give you even more fingers.  I don’t want anyone to walk in on me feasting on your cunt.  Just be a good girl for me, and I’ll make sure to ruin you, okay?”
She nods her head, and Ari dives right in.  Wrapping his lips around her overly sensitive clit, and swiping a finger up and down her slit.  Letting her get good and squirmy until he sinks one finger in.  Her walls immediately start pulsing around him.  She was a responsive little thing.  A perk of the job he supposed.  Get information and get to fuck her.  It wasn’t a bad trade off.
Pumping his finger in and out of her, and her hips start to move with him.  Her hands squeeze on her tits.  Magnus was a fucking idiot.  Leaving this pretty young thing that was begging to be fucked all alone.  And she had a mouth on her.  Willing to say anything as long as she was touched and got off.  
She was ridiculously tight.  Clearly she was pretty inexperienced.  Which made her a danger to herself.  Or maybe she was the perfect daughter to sell to pay for his next business venture.  He was an idiot.  She wouldn’t be inexperienced when Ari finished with her.
“Ar-Ar-Ari!” His arm was dripping in her cream and slick.  Lines of arousal puddles into his hand, and the loudest squelching sounds he had ever heard echo in the empty house.  She is just about gone.  Dumb and pliable.  Just for Ari.  “Ari!” She screams, gushing into his mouth.  “Ari!” Her voice starts to go soft as she pushes him away, “Stop.  Stop, I’m throbbing.”
“Yeah,” he leans back, wiping her honey off his beard.  Keeping her lips spread, “Look at that little clit.  It’s all swollen.  You can see your heartbeat in it.  Did you have fun, Rapunzel?”
“Uh-huh,” she is mesmerized looking down at her little hole.  He had made her feel things that she had never felt before.  They both watch as he drags his finger out of her quivering hole, and he gives it a long stare.  Projecting spit onto her spread cunt before rubbing it in.  Giving her sensitive nub a flick, she trembles.  “Can we do it again?”
“Remember what I said, princess,” Ari slips his soaked up fingers past her lips, and like a good girl, she sucks her juices and his spit off him.  “And I’ll look at and taste that cunt whenever you want me to.  But I hear your family is coming over tonight.  You better clean up your mess.  You’d hate daddy to see what a mess you made.  Maybe next time I’ll let you fuck my fingers.  Just have them there while you and those pretty tits bounce.  Run along.  Don’t wear clothes the next time I see you.”
She sits up, and hungrily kisses on Ari’s mouth.  Tasting her arousal and moaning before she sits back, making her tits jiggle for him before going to get some things to clean up the mess.  She was trouble.  But what a fun trouble she was going to be.
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“Daddy!” The oldest of the Walker children runs up to his father.  Jumping into his father’s arms, and August throws him up in the air.  “Daddy, we’re going to the castle when you get dressed.”
“I know, buddy.  You want to pack you and sissy some toys?  I think mama said we’re staying the night.  It’s such a long drive back out to the city,” he sets his son down, and Tripp runs off to gather some toys, while August heads into the bedroom, seeing his beautiful wife zipping up their suitcase.
“You’re late,” she answers shortly.  Standing up, only to smooth her dress down, refusing to look her husband in the eyes.  “Carys is asleep, and going to be in a foul mood at dinner all because you are late.”
“Orchid, honey, I’m not here to argue.  I’m here to change, so we can leave.”
“This has put us thirty minutes behind.  And,” her words get lost in her mouth as August steps up to her and starts kissing on her neck.  “Don’t try to butter me up.  Carys is going to be in an ill mood because…mmm — because we’ll have to wake her up from her nap,” his kisses always are the best.  Scattering kisses all down her chest, before the softest peck is placed on her lips.
“Carys is going to get to spend the night with her aunt Lavender.  Tripp as well.  And mommy and daddy get to have fun all night long, and not worry about anything,” dipping his hand under her dress he grabs a handful of her breast.  “And mommy is going to let daddy ravish her.”
“Auggie…” she starts to pant out, leaning more into him.  Eyes glazing over as she slips into a submissive state.
August clears his throat, and steps away quickly, leaving her to huff out in irritation, “Honey, we’re already late.”
“You’re insufferable.  The reason you’re late?” August silently walks into their closet, beginning to change into something a bit more casual.  Not saying anything, “I see.  The family business.”
“Did you know that your father hired a carpenter, finally.  He went out to the property today.  I hear your sister gave him quite the greeting.”
Orchid steps to the edge of their closet watching her sexy husband change, and all with a blank face, “Daddy’s stupid.  You know how Lavender is.  And why shouldn’t she be?  Babied by all of us, and mostly Daddy.  He’s kept her away from everything, and…” Orchid takes a deep calming breath, looking down at her wedding ring, and August catches the gesture.  “She has no idea.”
“Did an arranged marriage turn out so bad for you?”
“You are only a few years older than me.  Dahlia ran away.  Lotus is praying Daddy never takes her away from Nick, and Violet…don’t make me think about that.  He’s old.  He’s too old for her.  She’s twenty-five.”
“And he’s forty-five.”
Orchid chuckles, turning to go back to their bedroom before placing a family photo in his hands, “Are you going to make our daughter marry someone that is twenty years older than her?  Keep her hidden away from men so she’s a virgin when she’s married.  This is medieval shit, August.”
“Jack paid handsomely.  And your sister was no virgin,” Orchid rolls her eyes, starting to walk away, but August grabs onto her wrist, “And no.  I would never make Carys marry anyone.  I’m not the head of a goddamn mafia family.  You know…you know why he does this.”
“We didn’t ask for this, August.  We’re just pawns in this fucking game, and we have no say.  If…I got lucky.  Lotus is trying to play by Daddy’s rule, and all she wants is Nick.  One sister runs away so she’s not sold to Jack, so he buys the next one.  And what of Lavender?  She’s twenty, and…”
“Bart isn’t interested.  Chuck on the other hand,” August shrugs, buttoning up his shirt, “Plus, from my understanding another is interested.  She could be married in a few years.  She’ll finally get what she desires above all else; a man’s admiration.  I wouldn’t worry too much about it.”
“Oh?” She cocks up her eyebrow, getting distracted from whimpering cries on the monitor, and August starts to leave the closet.  Heading straight towards their daughter’s room.  “No, you do not ignore me, August Walker.  Why should I not have to worry about Lavender being sold?”
“You make it sound so gross.  It’s business.  You and your sister agreed to it.  It’s not like Lavender can’t get out, just like Dahlia did.”
“Answer me,” she stomps her foot outside of Carys’ bedroom.  Brows furrow as she stares up at her husband.  “Do not open her door, until you answer me.”
“Our daughter is crying.”
“August?”
“Remember when I told you the less you know the better off you are?  You don’t know how to lie, so it’s best if you know nothing.  Go get Tripp, and let’s head out to the mansion.  I’ll make sure she’s changed, okay?” It wasn’t the answer she wanted, but somehow August always managed to keep her and the babies safe.  
“Fine,” she answers, turning to fetch their son.  Letting August deal with their toddler.
“Hey, baby.”
“Daddy, I cy,” she stumbles out of her bed, reaching her arms up high for him.
“I know, baby.  We’re going to go to the castle tonight.”
“Ooh!  Pity dess.”
“Yep, mommy picked out a beautiful dress for you.  Let’s change you, and take you to the potty, it’s a long drive, okay?  You gonna sleep with Lav Lav tonight?” She gives him a nod, and wiggles out of his arm to go to the bathroom, while August sighs.  Things were falling into place, but the only thing that mattered to him were the three people in this apartment.  He would pull out immediately to keep them safe.  And everyone knew exactly where he stood.
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Dahlia takes a long drag of the joint before handing it up to Jax who finishes the roach.  Turning to look back at his wife who was staring up at the giant mansion, “We don’t have to go in.”
“Yeah, we do,” she leans up against his back, rubbing her hand over his thigh, “I need to make sure they’re okay.  I was supposed to marry Jack.”
Jax hisses through his teeth, laying his hand over her own, “But you didn’t.”
“She did though.  She’s a child.”
“And we’re doing what we have to, including her, to make sure the same fate doesn’t fall to Lavender.  She’s convinced herself that Jack and Violet are in love,” her hand flips around, and she weaves her fingers in his.  Almost ten years of marriage, and Jax was still her best friend.  “She lives in a fantasy world to protect herself.  It’s easier to believe that her sister is just a princess that was rescued from this tower.  Lavender is emotionally stunted.  She’s created this reality to save herself.”
“Stop trying to make sense.  I hate it here.  I hate everything about this place.”
“Yeah, but don’t we get to have fun now.  You’re the badass black sheep of the family.  Tattoos, piercings, and married to an outlaw.  How does it feel to break the system?” Jax was the only thing that saved her.  He was worth the risk of running away, and eloping the day she turned eighteen.  Her father was unable to keep his promise to Jack.  That time.
“I hate him,” Jax, turns back on the bike to look at her again.  “Your father and Jack.  If given the chance, I want to kill them.”
“You can’t talk like that.  Especially not here.”
“I can.  I want them both dead.  Violet shouldn’t have to be a shell at the age of twenty-five.  She’s going through the motions to be a carbon copy of Orchid.  This deal was sick.  Your father is a piece of shit.  Magnus Romano will meet his demise.  I just want to pull the trigger,” Jax could almost taste his blood already.  He would pay for what he made his daughters do.  
“There’s a timing for everything, babe.  Come on.  Let’s get our quarterly dinner over with.  I’m good and high.  Now I need a drink,” Dahlia’s eyes narrow as a man walks out the front of the house with a shit eating grin.  “Mother fucker,” she grouses, slapping Jax’s leg.  “Ari?”
“Well, look at what the cat drug in,” Jax holds out his hand for a shake, but Ari declines.  “What gives?”
“I haven’t washed my hands since I’ve been here.  It’s a bit nasty and rude.  What…what are you two doing here?  Didn’t think the jackass Magnus let the likes of you two step foot into his place anymore.”
“Quarterly visits.  What were you doing in the house, Ari?” Dahlia slings a leg over the bike, and walks right up to him.  “No men allowed.”
“I was invited in.”
“You better leave that one alone.  She’s desperate.  Ow,” Jax holds onto his chest where Dahlia smacked him.  “What?  Come on, that girl is.  She is so needy living out here all alone.  She gets fucking bored.”
“No.  Men.  Allowed, Ari.  Keep your grimy little…ew, haven’t washed your hands you disgusting asshole.  Get…get out of here!”
“You coming by my little humble cottage to stay?  Maybe we can smoke a little?  Chat?” Ari laughs, wiping his beard again, only to get hit by Dahlia.  “She’s like a little chihuahua, Teller.  I’m only joking,” he pushes her away with one hand when she tries to smack him again.  “She’s like a big chihuahua.”
“It’s not safe to talk here,” Jax reminds Ari.  “Especially not high.”
“Well, I’m stuck here for the foreseeable future.  I’m only allowed to have one person on my crew.  But she has been very easy and forthcoming.  Easy, tiger.  My god, you know how I am,” Dahlia had heard all about Ari’s sexual prowess, and he was working it on her sister now.
“You keep your hands to yourself, Levinson.”
“She’s a big girl.  Let her have some fun.  Teller, loosen her up a bit.  Maybe she needs another good fuck on the bike.”
“Shut up, man.  We’ll see you after dinner.  We don’t stay here,” Jax nods his head at Ari as he walks towards the garage for his on property car.  “Babe, don’t take what that man says to heart.”
“He touched my baby sister.”
“And she needs to be touched.  Everybody wins here.  Keep your head on right.  Go on in.  I’ll be in your old room, you visit with Lav.  Sounds like she needs some tough love talk from you.  Let her have fun, but maybe remind her sex doesn’t equal love.  Not in this world.”
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“No,” Jack answers, putting on his watch as he stares at his wife.  “I don’t like that dress.  Put on the black one.  And we’re not staying at your father’s house.  It smells musty there.  Nor do I want to be around the likes of Teller,” he looks at himself in the mirror, straightening out his hair before leaning back down to snort up another line of cocaine.
“No bra.  I like when you get cold, and your nipples point out,” Violet slowly closes her eyes as she reaches for the black dress that Jack had laid out of her.  Looking at her arm to see the tiniest healed mark.  Lotus helped keep it a secret.  He hadn’t discovered the implant.  She didn’t want children with him.
“And put on the Tom Ford perfume.  Last time you wore that Dior one, and it gave me a headache.  Never wear that again.  I left the jewelry I wanted you to wear out as well.  I heard Chuck was asking about your sister.  How much do you think she’ll cost?”
“I don’t know, dear,” Violet says walking out of the closet.  She is the perfect trophy wife.  She stands there, looks pretty, listens to everything she says, and lets him fuck her like an animal.
“I asked you not to call me that.”
“Yes, sir,” she responds, her voice devoid of any emotions.  “We should probably leave,” he pulls down the top to her black dress, exposing her completely.  “Jack.”
“I just wanted to look at you.  They’re perky, and pretty.  Mmm, if I could I’d make you take my cock in front of your family, so they could see how much I own you.  Let’s go,” he says, slapping her ass before pulling her dress back up.  “You know, I think I actually liked the navy one better.  This jewelry will still work with it.  Go ahead, change, but let me watch.”
“Yes, sir,” obedient, but sad.  Emotionless and going through the motions.  This isn’t at all how she saw married life.  Everyday used as a sex doll, and humiliated even when it was the two of them.  But Jack had paid a pretty price for her body, so now she is to be the trophy on his arm.  The one he got to show off in front of all his friends.  And she is but a vessel.
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Magnus takes a puff of his cigar as he walks through the door.  Hearing a dramatic cough from his oldest daughter, “Daddy, my kids aren’t used to smoking.”
“My house.”
“My kids.  Either you put it out, or we leave,” no one ever goes against Magus’ words.  No one argues.  No one tells him what he will do.  Until Orchid had children.  He wanted her to marry August, she did.  August had taught her a lot of things.  Having a backbone was one of the many.
“Thank you,” she says when her dad lays down his cigar.  It was a disgusting habit.  “Tripp’s birthday is in a few weeks.  My baby is going to be four, can you believe it?”
“I’m sure August is ecstatic for having a boy to carry on his name.  Some of us were not so lucky.  Even though we tried.  Tried lots of times.  August, my boy,” Magnus leaves her side to shake August’s hand.  Ignoring Carys completely, even though she is in his arms.
Flashbacks of the many times her father had ignored her flow through her head.  Carys reaches a hand up to August’s mouth, and he kisses over it.  Looking down at her quickly before continuing on with the conversation.  August would never ignore her.  And August was not Magnus.  She reminds herself by picking up their son, needing to touch his chubby cheeks.  
“Daddy, we should eat,” Violet says out loud, grimacing when her hand is squeezed by her husband.  Her eyes look down at the floor, ashamed for speaking up.
“Where is my princess?”
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Dahlia rolls her eyes, walking into the dining hall.  “She’ll make her grand entrance when we sit down.  She needs to be seen, and admired.  Let’s go,” she takes her seat with Jax, as far away from her father as possible, while the rest of the group follow.  
Magnus takes his seat at the head of the table, eyes looking towards the door when his youngest daughter bounces in, “Hey Daddy,” she gives him a kiss before reaching to grab her niece, “Hey, my darling angel.  You want to sit with me and Tripp?” Carys nods her head, loving any moment she gets to spend with her aunt.  
“Daddy, can I get clearance to go to a museum tomorrow?”
“No, I’ll have Tyler bring you some more art supplies here.  Just give him a list of what you need.”
“But Daddy…”
“I said no,” his hand slaps on the table, and Lavender looks down at Carys, trying to fake a grin, but is embarrassed all the same.  “I’m glad we’re all here.  It was high time we spent some time together.  Especially you, Dahlia,” it was best not to engage in his words.  Nothing good ever came from it.  She bites her tongue, her fingers digging into her husband’s thigh.  
“Eat,” he announces again, watching his family start to place food on their plate.  Missing how Jack is the one to make the plate for Violet.  While all her sisters are making their own plate, she waits for her new husband to put what he deems is the right amount for her to eat.  
“Daddy?”
“Not now, princess,” Magnus glares at his youngest daughter, who gives him a quick pout.  “What?”
“When do I get to be married?  Or date?  Or leave the mansion?  Or have a boyfriend?” Violet turns to look at her sister with her mouth agape.  Lavender had no clue how this worked.  She also thought this was a fairytale.
“I just want the big beautiful wedding, and someone to come home to me every night.”
“Princess, you’re too young.  Live a little,” she gives him a pout; her signature move with him, and it’s Orchid that clears her throat.
“There’s more to love than just a wedding, Lav.  I don’t like this talk at the dinner table.  This always ends in an argument, and if that happens my kids and I going to the bedroom.  They are hungry.  And they will eat.  And that is the end of this conversation,” Orchid gives her youngest sister the sweetest smile she can muster.  “Marriage is a commitment.”
“Everyone else is married though!” Lotus rolls her eyes, starting to tap her fingers on the table.  “Don’t act like you and…”
“Enough!” She shouts at her sister.  “Eat your food, and listen to what Orchid says.  If you behave, I’ll make sure you are brought canvases, and just remember, I have eyes everywhere.  How was your day laying in the sun in your new bikini?”
“It was fine,” Lavender lies.  Nick told on her.  It wasn’t her fault.  She was bored out of her mind and Ari was sexy, and paid attention to her.  And he made her feel so good.  Eventually he would have sex with her, and then she could marry him.  They would see.  They would all see.
“It’s always a joy coming here,” Dahlia smarts, kicking her leg over to Lavender.  “I’ll come by and see you this summer.  Wouldn’t want you to stay all alone,” Magnus lets out a groan.  The idea of Dahlia infiltrating his sweet Lavender’s mind was not something he wanted.  But he wanted a nice meal even more.
Dinner becomes mostly quiet until Magnus scoots his chair back abruptly, “I have to leave.  Lav, I’ll have some art supplies sent to you abruptly.  Stay out of trouble.  I’ll be back in a month.”
“A month?” Lavender complains when he walks out the door.  “While I am here by myself forever and for all eternity.”
“A dramatic little brat that…” Jack’s hand moves to Violet’s leg, and she stops immediately.
“We should be leaving, too.”
“It’s late,” Orchid stands to walk towards her son.  Picking him up from his chair, and kissing over his head.  “Violet has her own living space here.  You can leave in the morning.”
“We’re good tonight.  Violet sleeps better in her own bed.  I also have an early morning, and I don’t feel like commuting, everyone have a wonderful day.  Violet, to the car.”
“Yes, sir,” while she heads towards the door, without hugs from her sister, Jack bows his head towards the Romanos, following behind her.  
“I don’t like that prick,” Jax grunts.  “What happened to her personality?”
“She’s in love, and married,” Lavender tries to argue.
“You are a child.  That is not love.  That is control.”
“Yep, that’s my cue.  August, get Carys, we’re going to bed,” Orchid heads on up to her room, with August and both kids, while Lavender glares at Jax.
“I’m sorry to burst your fantasy bubble, but that’s not happiness.  That’s not a fairytale.  If you don’t see that, then you never knew your sister.  He was supposed to marry Dahlia.  What did she do?  She ran away and married me.  Everyone else will coddle you, but not me.  The reality is, if you’re on this path, you’re next to be married.”
“Good.”
“Good?” Jax snorts, standing up.  There was no talking to her.  “Remind me of how good that is when you don’t get to decide who you have sex with.  When you’re told who you will marry and who you will have children with.  Tell me it’s good when you’re laying on your back, getting pumped full of cum from saggy wrinkly balls.  That is your future.”
“Jax, that’s enough,” Lotus’ pinches the bridge of her nose.  While she agrees that Lavender needed a reality check, she was in the perfect position to get everyone what they wanted.
“No!  She needs to understand that this isn’t some fucking game.  Well, it is this big chess game.  You just need to realize what the queen is.  Live in your fantasy world in this big castle in the middle of nowhere.  But don’t expect the rest of us to.  Orchid and August were a one in a million thing.  Lotus isn’t allowed to get married because she’s too valuable to the family.  Because what you saw tonight, that’s your future.  A woman with no voice and no agency.  I’m going to bed.  Dahlia?  You staying or leaving with me, babe?”
“Leaving.  Lavender, open your eyes, sweetheart.  Jax would never lie to you.  Neither would I.  Ask Lotus.  We’re pawns.  We’re not queens.  Goodnight, baby girl.”
Lavender sighs as she leans back in her chair.  Arms crossing over her chest as she looks at Lotus, “You going to tell me how stupid I am?”
“Stupid for letting a stranger see you naked.  Stupid for letting the stranger in the house.  Know what game you want to play before you decide to jump in and hope for the best outcome.  Sissy, you’re playing a game that you don’t understand.”
“I shouldn’t trust, Ari?” Lotus sees just how young her sister is.  Even for a twenty year old.  She had no life experience.  Was kept locked away from any normalcy, and was stunted because of it.  “I liked him.”
“Just be careful with who you invite in.”
“You’re not telling me I shouldn’t trust him though.”
“Now you’re getting it.  Go to bed.  I won’t see you tomorrow, because I’ll have to leave early to get into work,” she walks over to her sister, giving her sister a kiss on her head.  Turning to walk to her bedroom.  She had given Lavender enough for this evening.  Give her something to ponder while she lays awake at night, and hopefully get her head out of the clouds.
“Lo?” Lotus turns back to look at her baby sister, wishing that life could be a bit different.  “Do you love Nick?”
“You shouldn’t mix business with pleasure.”
“That’s not what I asked.  So do you?” a blind person could see that she and Nick were too close for business partners.  But Lotus would deny it until the bitter end.  “Do you love him?”
“Yes.”
“And you won’t marry him?” Lotus shakes her head no, “Violet isn’t the only one that listens to Daddy.”
“Go to sleep, princess.  Learn to have your voice that isn’t controlled by a man.  Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
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The Notebook: Prologue
A/N: This has been almost a year in the making. And I wanted to have it out sooner, but I just couldn't get it right and kept changing it. So now, it's ready! I hope ya'll enjoy this as this one !
Also, this my take on my favorite book of all time. I know many didn't like the movie, but I loved it.
Summary:
Summers in Cape Cod are a pain in the ass for Frank. He never liked them, but at the same time it brought money to the business.
Rose Belanfort from the The Belanfort Whiskey Company and and the.biggest Publishing company of the same name. Growing up, she had everything. Went to the most prestige Catholic Prepatory school.
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Summers were spent at Cape Cod. Where she spent her times at the beach, parties and her cousins.
One night she went to a Fair and there she met a boy that would change her life.
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Spring 2050
Spring morning came with the sun peeking through the curtains, awakening Frank Adler. Rubbing his eyes, he saw the door to his room open and saw his nurse, Robin, come in. He smiled warmly as she helped him up from the bed. Robin opened the curtains while Frank stretched his old body.
Frank looked outside and smiled. Even at the age of 84 years, he still feels young at times.
“It’s a beautiful day today, Robin,” Frank said as he headed to grab his robe.
“It is, isn’t it? Spring is finally here. Was there anything else you needed?” Robin asked. 
Frank gave a curt nod, and the nurse excused herself to finish her rounds at the home.
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Frank got himself ready for the day and grabbed his book from the nightstand next to him. Before heading out, he looked at the framed photo and smiled.
 Heading down to the dining hall, he went to take his usual seat in the sunroom. He placed his plate down, consisting of scrambled eggs, seasonal fruit, turkey bacon, and toast. Placing his book down, he took a sip of his black coffee. While he ate, a familiar voice floated to his ears and Frank smiled. He looked up and there she was.
There stood the most beautiful lady he’d ever laid his eyes on.
“Good morning, Nurse Betty,” Frank said. The kind nurse smiled as she helped the woman take a seat. She placed the plate down and scooted her chair in. The woman looked at Frank in confusion.
“Betty? Who is this?” The woman asked. Even if it hurt, Frank smiled.
“Rose, this is your friend Franklin.” The nurse replied.
“Franklin? I don’t know anyone with that name.” Rose said. 
Frank smiled again and leaned back into his seat.
“He reads to you, Rose. You like books and stories.” Betty said.
Rose raised the fork to her mouth, “What is this story about?”
Frank smiled, “It’s a love story. Would you like to hear it?”
The old woman nodded silently, and Frank opened the book and began to read aloud, “Once upon a time…”
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theycallmebecca · 5 months
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For your Autumn prompts- a character (I’m thinking Frank or Curtis would be fun!) of your choosing doesn’t “get” the magic of Autumn/Fall- but after participating in a typical Autumn activity (Fall Festival/haunted house/carving pumpkins/apple picking/a scare crow making contest/scary movie marathon) they get it and it’s a cute fluffy ending 🥺🧡
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If this drabble had a theme song it would be Taylor Swift's Anti-Hero, specifically the line 'Hi, I'm the problem, it's me' because I literally started writing this drabble the day I got this request back on the 18th and the ending eluded me until today...
Never the less, I have prevailed! And I bring you some Frank Adler grumpiness.
Title: New Traditions
Pairing: Frank Adler x reader
Rating: PG
Warnings: n/a
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"What do you mean you think fall is overrated?” You stared at your boyfriend in shock.
“The colors are nice, I guess,” Frank Adler replied with a shrug. “But I don’t get the fuss.”
You blinked and shook your head in disbelief. You opened your mouth to remind him that he’d grown up in fucking New England, one of the most picturesque places in the entire fucking world to experience fall and then shut it when you remembered why the two of you were even in New England in October.
Mary’s monthly weekend with her grandmother.
You bit your tongue to keep from saying anything about Frank’s mother and tried to mask your face, but you could see Frank’s lips twitch as he tried to fight smiling himself.
“It’s ok, you can call her a bitch if you want to,” Frank said with a grin. “I’ve said worse. To her face.”
“I will not stoop to her level,” you said, pulling your shoulders back. “I’m just glad I’m part of yours and Mary’s lives now and can help you both experience the parts of life that were kept from you.”
“Like what?” Frank asked, tilting his head in curiosity.
“Experiencing fall the way it’s fucking meant to be spent!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up. “Pumpkin patches, hayrides, corn mazes, just everything that makes fall fun!”
Frank gave you a look that said he wasn’t convinced.
“Trust me, by the time I’m done showing you and Mary everything you’ve missed, you’ll be begging me to show you more and, not only that, but making a huge weekend of it every single year,”  you promised.
With Mary busy with her grandmother for the weekend, you and Frank went to a local haunted house and then watched a couple scary movies. While he refused to admit he was enjoying himself, you could tell that he was.
By the time you guys were back in Florida, Mary was on board for experiencing a true fall and you knew that would seal the deal for Frank. If there was anything that made your grumpy boyfriend happy, it was seeing his niece enjoying her childhood, something that both he and her mother had missed out on.
You spent the week planning a weekend full of fall-related fun for the three of you, some of which you shared with Frank and Mary, but other parts you decided to keep as a surprise.
When the weekend finally arrived, the three of you got up early and headed out for the first day of fun. You’d found a farm not too far away that had an actual pumpkin patch as well as hayrides, a corn maze, and a farm store.
Just as you had expected, it was an instant hit for Mary. It was a harder sell for your grumpy boyfriend, but, eventually, even he was enjoying himself, though you weren’t sure if it was because he’d gotten into the fall celebration or if it was just because he was happy that Mary was happy.
By the end of that first day, you knew that you’d just stated a new, annual, family tradition.
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astheskycries · 1 year
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Things get messy once Frank's ex follows you into the grocery store, leaving your confidence shaking.
Thank you all so much for the love on Friday Nights and my little Frank series. I'm excited for you to see a bit of an aftermath of their recent date, but I'm even more excited to be back into writing again.
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I hum a little to myself as I walk down the aisles, pushing a grocery cart as I search for that last item on my list. It’s a typical Saturday- a great night last night with Frank, spare the little run-in with his ex, Mary with Roberta, and Frank following up on his latest boat before he helps put groceries away. Even though I live there, I always buy the food, feeling bad for taking up the extra space despite how happy I am with them. Frank isn’t too thrilled, but I just keep going, knowing he doesn’t want to upset me by covering it himself.
“Oh?”
I startle and turn around, a little surprised as I look at the woman from last night. I instantly relax, holding myself a bit taller. She doesn’t need to see any weakness. “Can I help you?”
She smirks, and I can’t get over how intimidating she is- a man’s dream body, even if the man has a kind heart. “You’re Frank’s little friend, aren’t you? Man, what was the name…”
“(Y/N).”
She smirks. “Yes, (Y/N). I’m amazed he lets you leave the house, he’s such a possessive man, in bed and out.”
I tense a little, not liking her talking about Frank that way. “My relationship with Frank is none of your business.”
“Oh?” She smirks. “Wasn’t Bonnie Stevenson the last one to sleep around with him?”
I swallow. “Frank and Bonnie separated on good terms. We’re actually close friends. Is there anything else you needed?”
She steps a bit closer, eyes threatening as she stares me down. “Frank Adler is incapable of having a real relationship. He does nothing but drink and take care of that little girl. If you were intelligent, you’d realize that. He’s going to hurt you, like everyone else in his past, and no one will care enough about you to help pick up the pieces.” I swallow, and she smiles sweetly before turning on her heel. “Have a great day!” She calls over her shoulder, and I stand alone in the aisle with nothing but the sound of her heels tapping against the tile as she walks away.
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I release a breath as I pull into Frank’s driveway, seeing his worn truck and unsure if I’m relieved or nervous about him being home. I will never be able to hide anything from him- I never have- but I don’t want to worry him either. Like it or not, I have to put my best foot forward and act casual about everything.
I glance up to see Frank leaning against the doorway, barefoot and arms crossed as he watches me. I can tell by his eyes that he knows I’ve been sitting here, so I quickly get my things gathered and climb out, starting to grab the heavy bags before he can.
A hand suddenly grips the handle of the bag I’m holding, easing the pressure from the nearly overflowing handful, and there’s breath against my neck as Frank murmurs, “I’ll take that,” I shiver, letting him have the big ones, and I easily grab the rest before following him inside. “Everything ok? You were sitting out there for a while.”
I blush a bit, unable to help being touched that he cares enough to check on me. “Yeah, just lost in thought.” I set the bags down and start unloading everything, feeling his eyes study me as I get to work. “Isn’t it supposed to storm soon? We could probably set some movies up and have a night in.”
“(Y/N),” Frank says softly, and I can’t help but glance up at him, instantly trapped by his beautiful eyes, a stormy mixture of blues and greys, with worry and concern thrown in to make my heart ache even more. “Talk to me.”
I swallow, incredibly nervous. “I saw her again in the store.” I turn, not wanting to elaborate and instead putting some boxes away. There’s not much, since it’s just the three of us on a small budget, but it’s plenty.
I can feel Frank’s eyes never leave me, even though I can’t look at him. “What, the girl from last night? What did she want?”
I swallow, eyes stinging slightly as I put the last thing away. I’m ashamed of the burn, but it’s outside of my control- between the words and the fear of disappointing him, it was bound to happen. “Just… Talked about you. That you were possessive. That you were incapable of having a real relationship and that you would leave me hurt with no one left to care.” I feel his hand rest on my arm, and I dip my head despite letting him turn me around. His hand is on my cheek, gently stroking my skin with his thumb, and I lean into his touch automatically. 
“None of that is true,” He coos gently, voice low as he watches my face. I swallow, and he gently moves his thumb under my chin, lifting my face to his. “Hey, look at me,” He smiles a bit, clearly concerned about me but wanting to support me. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to be right here, complaining about the manufacturers of Lego to you for the rest of our lives.” I can’t help but smile, and he relaxes more, smiling when he sees my own worry fade. “I love you, (Y/N). You can’t get rid of me that easily.”
I giggle a bit, leaning up on tiptoes to kiss him gently, but he keeps me there, deepening the kiss and moaning as his tongue gently enters my mouth, exploring and memorizing every inch of it. I moan, gripping his hair, and he grabs my hips and lifts me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist, his hands tugging my shirt over my head so he can nip and kiss my check, making me moan before grabbing his shirt and yanking it off, teasing his nipples.
He tosses me on the bed, crawling up to the waistband of my jeans and tugging it off, removing my shoes and panties as he crawls back up, kissing his way up my legs before nuzzling my core. “Fuck, (Y/N),” He growls breathlessly. I whimper, soaked, and he easily inserts two fingers, crooking them and stroking my walls. “Are you ready?”
I nod desperately, lifting my hips a bit, and he yanks his pants down with a hand before grabbing protection and carefully entering me, filling me completely and making me moan. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” He moans, and I grip his hair, tugging him down so I can kiss him deeply, continuing to rock. He rolls, letting me lead, and I ride him as I kiss his neck, fingers entwined with his as I keep rocking. It doesn’t take long for us both to finish, and I collapse on his back, curling close as his fingers absently rub up and down my spine.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” I whisper against his chest, making him chuckle.
“I was thinking the same about you,” He tilts my chin to kiss me again, humming in contentment. “I can’t wait to add something here,” He kisses my bare ring finger, and I blush, smiling up at him shyly. “And then I can really prove how much I love you.”
“You already do,” I whisper, and I smile as he kisses me again, holding me close until we hear the knock on the door, signaling that we need to get dressed before Mary sees us.
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Welcome to the place in my page where we can freely appreciate, and simp over Chris Evans' beloved Characters 😁 (Care to spot the unintentional groupings I put them in, within the header? Small game for you my pretties🫶)
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event | whumptember 2022
prompt | bad grades
pairing | daddy!frank adler x little!student!reader
warnings | frank is sfw daddy only per usual, college student!reader, reader does poorly on an exam and gets upset, negative self-talk, frank is so soft we all deserve a frank <3, all those sweet little names he calls her like "honeybee" :'-), my personal math trauma insertion, the title rhyming makes me feel so silly goofy it's embarrassing lol
word count | 1,285
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an | okay so originally this was gonna be steve but thennnnn i kind of just spiralled after seeing a gifset of frank being soft with mary so ;'-) it is what it is lol, i hope you guys like this one!!! this one's for the girlies who are getting their asses kicked by school rn!! i love you and so does frank!!!
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Kicking off his shoes and dropping his bag by the door, Frank raised a brow in question as he looked out through the doorway to the kitchen and the rest of the house. From what he could see, most of the lights were off, a strange sight he couldn't remember the last time he had come home to. "Honey?" he called out, his worry only growing as he received no response.
Making his way through the house, he scanned each room for you. Through the kitchen, then the living room, and then down the hallway. When he could finally see the faint glow of light coming out from underneath your shared bedroom door, he sighed a bit in relief.
Pausing to knock, he called out again for you, "Sweetheart? You in there?"
Curled up on the maroon loveseat over in the reading corner, you raised your head weakly off your pillow for only a moment. When you couldn't manage a response, the door opened slowly, revealing a slightly panicked-looking Frank. At the sight of you wrapped up under a blanket in the fetal position, your eyes still puffy from apparent tears, the man instantly rushed over to you, crouching down to sit on the floor beside the couch to bring you face to face.
"Honey, honey, hey-" he fussed over you gently, reaching out a hand to brush back your hair, "what's going on, y/n? You look like you've been crying."
Nodding, you scooted forward a bit to lean your head on your daddy's shoulder, tucking your face into the side of his neck as he hummed, "Hey honeybee, c'mere." Slowly wrapping his arms around you, he carefully collected you off the couch, standing up to take your previous place with you now in his lap as he cradled you. "Shhh, it's okay," he murmured, "I've got you, sweetheart. Can you tell me what's goin' on, pumpkin? Hmm? Did something happen?"
Not able to face him to give him an answer, you once again tucked your head away into his shirt to hide your face, reaching a hand out to point over in the direction of the end table that sat to the side of the couch. Following your gesture with his gaze, Frank's eyes landed on your laptop that still sat open, the screen having dimmed from sitting untouched for too long. Reaching out a hand, he picked it up, pulling it over to set it on top of your legs as he wiggled the mouse.
As the screen lit up, a knowing look formed on the man's face. Reading over the small table displayed in the opened window, he found the dreaded D score that he could guess brought on your pitiful state. "Oh bubba..." his voice trailed off sympathetically as his free hand came up to rub your back. Looking down at you as you hid away in shame, Frank's face softened. "Sweet girl, can you come out and talk to me?" Feeling a fresh round of tears coming on at the tenderness of your daddy's voice, you swallowed hard, clinging to the safety the darkness of his (now damp) button-down provided. "C'mon, honey. You're okay, just wanna help you feel better, honeybee."
Sniffling, it took everything in you to finally find your voice; it trembled as you spoke. "I-I'm sorry, Daddy."
"What? What are you saying sorry for, sweetheart?" the man soothed as he continued to run his hand up and down your back over your blanket.
"Kn-know it's a bad score, Daddy. Know I did a b-bad job. Didn't mean to, tried really h-hard and... studied a lot but... just... c-can't do math, Daddy. 'm no good at it," you whimpered.
"No baby, hey," Frank shook his head as he pulled back from you slightly, a gentle hand coming up to hold your cheek to prevent you from hiding away again. "Look at me, bubba. C'mon, this is important." Your eyes remained lowered, forcing him to tilt your chin up ever so slightly to finally catch your gaze. "Baby," he breathed, his eyes so full of love and sincerity. "You did not do a bad job. You did your best," he reminded you. "I know you did, honey. I know how hard you studied, how much you did to prepare. You worked so hard. And I'm so proud of you, y/n. Daddy's so proud of you."
"But..." you protested softly, bottom lip starting to wobble again.
Shaking his head, Frank's voice was the gentlest thing you'd ever heard as he started speaking again before you could finish your thought. "No, sweet girl. No 'but's, Daddy is always proud of you when you do your best. And you can do math, baby. You've been doing this math all semester; it was just one hard test. Now it'll be a new unit, with new things to learn. And if you want, Daddy can help you study and get ready for your next test, okay? We'll both do our best, bubba. I'm sure with the two of us putting our brains together, we can get your grade up with the next exam."
Bringing a hand up to rub at your eyes, you nodded, the promise of having your daddy's help on the next unit making you feel slightly more optimistic about continuing through the semester. "Still think I'm smart?" you asked weakly, a tinge of heartbreak appearing on Frank's face as he stroked your cheek softly.
"Of course I do," he whispered, thumbing away at a few stray tears as they dropped down from the corners of your eyes. "Think you're the smartest cookie I know, baby. But you know what else I think? Something way more important than just being smart?"
"Hm?" you hummed curiously, a genuine smile forming on the man's face as he continued.
"I think you're kind. I think you're loving. I think you're so hard-working, so dedicated. I think you're clever, and funny, and a wonderful friend. I think you've got the biggest, bravest heart. Along with your beautiful mind. Of course I think you're smart, y/n; I think you're brilliant in every possible way. But I think you're more than that too, honey. I think you're more than some silly test score; that's no way to measure how smart you are, anyway. Remember what I told you about those damn SAT's?"
That made you giggle a bit as you nodded. Having been a former college professor, Frank surely had firmly established opinions on standardized testing in the country at large, though a lot of times his views on assessment styles could also be shrunk down and applied to things like the math exam just as easily. "They're a scam, Daddy. They don't measure anything important," you recited what you could remember.
"That's right, baby," he affirmed proudly, earning another giggle from you as he nodded with a mock-serious looking face. "A lot of times tests aren't a great way to measure smartness. I know you were understanding the concepts when you were studying, baby. You did such a good job when you showed me all those problems you did."
"The questions were phrased funny," you admitted. "I lost a lot of points because I interpreted them wrong."
"See? You can't beat yourself up for it, baby. I won't let you," he declared.
"Okay Daddy," you hummed, finally feeling a little more at peace with the whole situation as you wrapped your arms around him tightly, giving him a squeeze. "No more beating myself up, I promise."
"Good," Frank smiled gently at you, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. "No one gets to be mean to my honeybee, not on my watch."
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tuiccim · 1 year
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Water and Whiskey
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Pairing: Frank Adler x Female Reader
Word Count: 1.4k
Summary: After over three year away, you finally return home for the holidays. Could a chance meeting with an old crush spark a new flame?
Features: Fluff, Implied smut TW: Family drama (Reader and family are not on good terms.)
A/N: This is for the Thot Neighborhood's Tis the Season to be Thot-y writing challenge and gift exchange. This story is gifted to the ever lovely, @beach-daydreaming. I hope you enjoy it lovely! This is my first time writing for Frank. Thank you so much to my beta readers, @whisperlullaby and @awesomerextyphoon!
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The security guard of the marina looked at your modest car dubiously as you pulled up to the entrance. Flashing your pass and license at him, he waves you through with a shrug. After coming home to Florida for the first time in nearly three and a half years, you had spent an uncomfortable evening with your family. Hoping for the holiday spirit would lighten the mood had proved fruitless. So, after several hours and more pointed conversations than you could stomach, you had no choice but to escape. You head to the one place where you had always found solace growing up, the water. 
As you walked down the dock to your family’s boat slip, you could see there was only one other boat with lights on further down. The clink of tools and softly spoken curses were unmistakable as you carefully boarded your vessel and made your way down below. It was the same as you always remembered and the bottle of much needed whiskey was easily located. A highball glass, a perfectly square chunk of ice, and a stiff pour had you sighing in relief. 
The night had been taxing to say the least. You had returned at the behest of your family to discuss an important matter. You were hopeful this would be a reconciliation of sorts and looked forward to telling them you were being transferred back to the area. The night had begun smoothly enough but as dinner progressed it became increasingly more obvious that the “important matter” was your need to move up in the world or marry well to stop embarrassing them all. You were a stain on the family reputation, the reprobate that chose to follow your heart rather than the family dictates. 
Your musings are interrupted by a voice from above, “Ahoy there!” 
Your eyes widen as you recognize the voice as smooth as the drink in your hand. You down the liquid contents and grab the bottle before taking the stairs up. 
“Ahoy yourself,” you smirk as your eyes light on the handsome face of Frank Adler. 
“Well, if the prodigal daughter hasn’t returned,” Frank smiles as he looks you over. 
“Yup,” you pop the 'p' while pouring yourself another glass of the amber liquid. 
“Shouldn’t you be home having a fancy dinner?”
“Been there, done that, and lost my appetite. Besides whiskey is a perfectly acceptable alternative to turkey,” you sip from your glass while studying him over the rim. Making up your mind, you smile at him, “Care to join me?”
“Permission to come aboard?” Frank raises a playful eyebrow. 
“Granted,” you turn away coyly and return below. As expected, he follows you. “How have you been, my fellow prodigal?”
"Missing you mostly," Frank quips. 
"Awwww, be still my heart," you sass back.
"How about you? Where have you been?" Frank's voice turned more serious as he found a seat on the couch and watched you fix his drink. 
"Got away, finished school, found a job, and lived my life on my own terms. Not anyone else's. It's been great," you hand him the glass and sit next to him.
"What brings you back to town then?" Frank raises an eyebrow. 
"My family asked me to visit. I hoped this would be a reconciliation but not so much," you shrug and then change the subject. "How's Mary?"
Frank gives a genuine smile, "She is a little sasshole."
"Sasshole?" You laugh. "Must take after her uncle."
"Definitely," Frank grins and launches into an explanation of Mary's college classes, girl scout troop, and growth as both a prodigy and a kid. 
"Sounds like she's doing amazing," you study him over the rim of your glass. He looks the same, maybe somehow even more handsome than you remember. You’d always been so attracted to him but you knew his reputation and you were sure you had never been his type.
"Yeah. What about you?"
"I'm, uh, I'm moving back."
"Why? Your parents?" Frank’s brows knit together. 
"No, I got a job offer. It's a dream job and I can't pass up the opportunity. Even if it is here," you explain.
"What happened tonight?" Frank asks the question he's had on the tip of his tongue since he first saw you. He knew you being here alone could only mean one thing. 
"Same thing that always happens, Frank. I'm a stain on the family's pristine reputation. I need to move up or marry up in the world and stop embarrassing them with the demeaning work I do." You shake your head at the absurdity of it all. 
"Your family is a piece of work," he shakes his head and shifts a little closer to you. 
"Tell me about it " you roll your eyes.
"Of course, you know about mine. No room to talk."
You laugh and salute him with your glass, eyeing him as he leans in closer.
"You could always start dating me. That would give them another reason to look down on you," Frank winks. 
"Oh no, they'd love that. Evelyn Adler's son! The brother of the brilliant mathematician that solved Navier-Stokes. What excellent stock to produce grandchildren from," you roll your eyes.
"Are you serious?" Franks asks incredulously.
"I don't know," you shrug.
"Is that why you were never interested in me?"
"What?" Your confused stare makes him chuckle.
"I mean, you always kept me at arms length. We'd always talk but you rarely flirted back whenever I saw you at Ferg's," Frank elbows you playfully.
"Pfft, you never flirted with me. Besides, you were looking for a one-nighter and that's not my style. You knew that," you look down at your glass, a little embarrassed.
"What if I had wanted more than that?" Frank asks.
"Frank, we both know that the only person you could commit to then was Mary. She took up your whole life except for Friday nights. That's all you had to give to anyone."
"Yeah," Frank sips his drink while staring into the distance. "Yeah, that's true. Still true in some ways."
"Just some ways?" You raise your eyebrow and shift a little closer to him.
"Yeah. Mary still takes up most of my time but…" he trails off, looking away. 
"But what?" You prompt, forcing his gaze back to yours.
"But now I'm ready. I want to have the same person on those Friday nights. Eventually, in between Friday nights, too."
"What? Frank Adler is ready to commit!?!" You tease him.
"Yeah, I am," Frank scratches the back of his neck as if a little bit embarrassed. 
"Anyone made the cut?"
"I was dating a teacher, Mary's teacher, for a while but it didn't really pan out."
"Sounds complicated," your lips twist.
"It was,” Frank chuckles.
"What about now?"
"Hadn't really been anyone who caught my attention until recently," Frank’s gaze makes your stomach drop. 
"Do tell. Who's caught your eye recently?" You ask.
"Old acquaintance. Showed up out of nowhere. I hear she might even be moving back to town soon."
"Frank," you roll your eyes at his insinuation, trying to hide how you really feel.
"You really never realized I was flirting with you?"
"You never flirted with me!" Your mouth gapes in disbelief. 
"Only every single time I saw you," Frank looks at you with raised eyebrows.
"No, you… We were just friends. You never-" cutting yourself off, you look back on the times over the years you ran into Frank. He was always sweet, solicitous but not flirtatious. He always complimented you but it was just him being nice. He- shit, you realize what an idiot you are. Frank seems to see the realization on your face and smirks. 
"It's not Friday. Where is Mary?" You ask suddenly.
Frank seems caught off guard by the question,"Uh, Roberta has her for the night so I could work late. I needed to have that boat repair done by the morning. Why?"
Draining your glass and setting it on the table, you lean into Frank. His arms immediately go around you. Putting your lips close to his you say quietly, "It's not Friday so I won't be one of your Friday Night girls."
Frank looks at you with a grin, "Shouldn't I take you on a date first? If we're gonna do this right?"
"Frank," you say coyly, "we're the renegades. We do things our own way. Sometimes completely backwards."
"I have some backwards moves I can show you," he teases, nudging your nose with his.
You straighten, smile at him, and begin unbuttoning your shirt, "Then let's get started."
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rodrikstark · 2 years
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congratulations on 2.5k followers bestie!! 💖🌹
i just want to request something sweet and soft with my Frankie. it can be short i don’t mind just some cute moments, maybe frank takes care of you - or something like that?
frank adler x gn!reader (fluff)
a/n: frank taking care of you???? say no more bestie ✋😌💕 thank you for all your support of my writing, i love you lots!!!
warnings: the vaguest mention of vomiting (seasickness)
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“do you want some?” mary asks, offering her purple water bottle.
“thanks—” you shake your head. “but i think if i open my mouth, i’m gonna—”
her eyes widen with fear, cutting your dread short. “i’ll get frank.”
instant regret. interrupting her uncle requires the boat to come to a lurching stop, exacerbating the current crisis inside your stomach. you grind your teeth and mutter to yourself as frank shuffles to get to you. “mary. don't touch that steering wheel," he reminds her firmly.
“i’m just pretending!” 
frank joins you on the plastic bench along the starboard side, placing a cautionary amount of distance between you. “hey.”
“hi, frankie,” you sing, fake sweetness thinly veiling your distress. you bury your face in your hands.
“here.” his palm feels fiery against your skin. he guides you until your temple rests against the safety railing, and the cool metal makes you shiver. “keep your head there and look out into the distance.”
it’s nice, you guess. the florida sun falling away and patterning the sky with shades of orange that slowly creep towards blue. the boat rocks not-so-unbearably beneath your skull, tilting the horizon back and forth. “you think a romantic sunset is gonna cure me?”
he ignores your quip. typical frank. “do you know what causes motion sickness?”
“no.” you don't really want to know. you just want it to stop.
“you’re feeling motion from the boat, but you’re not seeing it.” he rubs comforting patterns over your spine. “‘cause you keep looking at your damn phone.”
if you weren’t certain that any sudden movement would mean losing your dinner, you’d shoot him a vicious look. “you’re too busy working and not paying attention to me."
watching frank was only so entertaining before you got bored. studying the way he wiped sweat off his brow, only to accidentally paint on some grease in its place. his deep, frustrated groans. and his big strong hands, which tugged up his loose jeans after every time he bent over to—
“your perception,” frank starts, brushing some sweat off your forehead, “doesn’t match up with what you believe you're experiencing.” he punctuates this with a playful tap to your nose. “and your brain doesn’t like mixed signals.”
“sounds very philosophical, professor adler."
“i’ll get us on land as fast as i can,” he promises. “you gotta hold strong for us, though.” 
“and then you’ll pay attention to me,” you mumble happily.
he laughs. “yeah, baby, then i’m all yours.”
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secretswiftymarvelfan · 8 months
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Frank Adler Masterlist
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Fics with a ❤️‍🔥 contain smut and are 18+. MINORS DNI!
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imyourbratzdoll · 4 months
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𝒂 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖
🎄christmas masterlist🎄
hello, the christmas gang have come back to leave a special message for you. I will be holding a poll for your answers to go to. I hope you missed them as much as I did.
warning - slight angst, swearing, troublemaker elves.
the gif and headers I use aren't mine.
Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.
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Rustling can be heard as the camera moves, shaky figures can be seen through the lens as it’s currently recording. The faint sound of a woman can be heard as she adjusts it, setting it up completely so that it rests on the floor in front of the fireplace. As the woman steps back, the faces and people become clearer.
There stands Mrs Claus (you) and Ari holding their two children as the elves and their children (with Mrs Claus) surround them and face the camera. Smiles and tears grace their features as it feels like years since they’ve talked to you (followers). The heartfelt moment only lasts a second as one elf steps forward, arms wide as he yells.
“We’re back bitches!” The other elves follow, and Ari shakes his head, glaring softly down at the little troublemaker.
“Johnny! Could you let us have a cute moment for once?” Johnny shakes his head shrugging, he walks forward and gets up close to the camera, grinning.
“Did you miss us? Boy, do we have some things to tell you!” He grunts as he’s pushed aside. “Hey!”
Jake sticks his tongue out before facing the camera. “Hi! I missed you so much! It’s been so boring since the last time we saw each other!” He throws his head back, groaning. Ignoring the rest of the others as he takes up the camera before a certain elf makes his way over and pouts, giving him his best puppy dog eyes. “Okay, okay! You don’t gotta look at me like that. Here!”
Steve grins, coming into view and presses his face right up close to the camera. “Hi!” His words come out smooshed, “Missed so much!” He hugs the camera as if you are there. “Oh, I gotta go for a second to let you have some time with the others! Bye!” He waves and grins, skipping off. 
Ransom stands, adjusting his coat. “We already know you missed me the most.” He rolls his eyes. “I bet you have been bored, waiting for me to appear. It’s understandable.” Without a goodbye, he walks off and let’s the next elf appear.
Frank appears and smiles, giving a small wave. “Hi! It’s been so long! I hope you are doing well!”
Lee steps in front of Frank, glaring at the camera. “Did they bring food? What’s the point of me saying hello if no one brought me food?” You shake your head, smiling, rocking your son back and forth. 
“Lee. Be nice, people like you and don’t ask me why. I wouldn’t know, but they do.” Lee turns and looks at you, offended. “I love you, sweetie. Completely different thing.”
Lee turns back toward the camera and continues to glare. “Well, if you came here because you ‘like’ me, then I guess I can talk to you. But, next time. I’d prefer food.” He rubs his chubby belly and waddles off. Probably in search of some donuts.
Curtis steps into frame, a dirty beanie on his head and a frown on his face. “Great, you’re back. Now we have to entertain.” He rolls his eyes, not happy with interacting with humans.
Lloyd makes his way over and pushes Curtis, smirking when the other grumpy elf glares at him. “Hello, my peasants!” 
“Fucking hell, Lloyd. They are not your peasants, if anything, you’re theirs.” Ari facepalms, wondering how you convinced him to keep them. 
“Pfft, me a peasant? Please, maybe when hell freezes over.” He strokes his moustache, imagining what it would be like if hell actually froze over and he got his wish. 
Ari shakes his head, “okay, move along. Move along.” His hand scoops across the floor, moving the small elf along with a soft push and then his full attention is on the camera. “Hello friend!” He warmly greets, sending the screen a wide grin. “We have missed you, the year has been rough without you. I personally hope you enjoy this Christmas special we have made.” A small giggle escapes his daughter in his arms, catching his attention and he smiles, pinching her cheeks softly. Her hands come up to play with his greying beard. 
You smile, tickling your daughter’s feet before paying attention to your little boy. “You missed a lot while we were gone.” You look up, smiling sadly (because they missed you) at the camera. “As you can see, we’ve been blessed with more of these little munchkins. But there is more news…” You are interrupted by the door opening and a sheepish Bucky walks in.
“Sorry, sorry. I didn’t want to be late, there was a thing with the Who’s and then the elves spotted a lolly shop.” He rolls his eyes, remembering what hell that was. “I hope I’m not too late?” He continues to walk over, holding his baby boy in one arm. He leans down and pecks your forehead, giving Ari a nod.
“You’re not late, you are just in time.” You beam up at him before looking back at the camera. “As you can see, Bucky has grown a lot.” He huffs, pouting down at you. “Oh.” Your eyes widened, “Did you say that the elves spotted a lolly shop?” You looked back up at Bucky with a bewildered expression. “Crap… They will be running a muck right now.” You begin to chew on your bottom lip, hoping they aren’t wrecking the house too much.
Ari leans over and kisses your head. “Don’t worry, my love. I have them handled.” You breathe a sigh of relief as you realise, he’s used his magic before anything could be damaged.
“Thank god.” You look back at the camera. “So sorry about that. As you may have heard, we have some new elves, but they are not ready to be fully introduced to you, yet. They are definitely…” You think, trying to find the right word.
“Pieces of shit!” Lee grunts as he enters the room again with a mouth full of food. “Don’ know why we even need them! Got us.” 
Ari stares down at the small elf. “Lee, language. Also, you guys barely do any work, I have to literally bribe you so I can have presents done by Christmas.” He grumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose. 
A scoff can be heard, and Ari’s attention turns toward Lloyd. “Please, we do so much work, I think we should be getting a raise with how much work we actually do.” He strokes his moustache, staring up at Ari, raising a brow as if challenging him. “What are you gonna do, big guy? Step on me.”
“Don’t push it.” Ari mumbles, sighing softly when you reach over and rub his back. “Shall we put the kids to bed before continuing, my love?” You nod, telling the elves to behave as you gather all the children with the help of Ari and Bucky, and exit the room. 
Lloyd grins evilly toward the camera. “Oh, Stevieeee. Look, there’s pretty lights over there.” Lee and Curtis join in, watching the giddy elf sparkle with excitement. 
“Where?!” Jake and Frank shake their heads, trying to warn Steve to not fall for it. Ransom stands behind them all with a glare on his face, ready to seek revenge if they hurt his secret (not so secret) best friend. Steve wanders forward, heading toward the direction the grumps pointed towards. “Oh cool!” Steve exclaims as he opens the little door before a short shout escapes him when he’s pulled in by the sugar crazed elves. “Ah!”
Jake and Frank glare, “What the hell?! Why’d you do that?!” They try to run forward to help, but Lee and Curtis block them.
Lloyd shrugs. “I don’t know, I was bored and he’s so gullible.” All five of the elves noses scrunch when the smell of fire reaches their nostrils. “The hell is that?” 
They turn and their eyes widen when they spot Ransom next to a pile of the three elves favourite things on fire. Lee’s chocolate stash, Lloyd’s polos and Curtis’s beanies. “Whoops, I guess my finger slipped.” He stares down the three, allowing Jake and Frank to quickly retrieve Steve from the other elves, his hair all dishevelled and eyes sad. 
“There were no lights…” He pouts, Steve walks over to Ransom and stands next to him, watching the pretty flames. “Ooo, those are pretty.” He gives his best friend a smile.
You, Ari and Bucky enter the room again and you stop. “Ransom… Why is there a fire on the floor?”
Ransom shrugs. “Revenge.” You nod, ignoring it and heading toward the couch and taking a seat, both Bucky and Ari taking a seat beside you while the elves head over and begin to crawl up your body, finding their favourite spots to sit.
“Okay, we are back! We would like to thank you for being a part of our story, this has been a great journey for us, and we’ve been talking.” You look around you at the people who surround you. “How would you feel if we made Christmas a year long thing? Just for you.” You and the rest of the Christmas gang hold your breaths, awaiting the answer.
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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year
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Kinktober 2022, Day 9: Innocence
Who Makes You Feel This Good
Summary:  Frank loves the sweet innocent ones like you
Pairings:  Frank Adler X Reader
Rating:  explicit
Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, stalking, mentions of the brotherhood, teasing, fingering, squirting, 18+ ONLY
Word Count:  1.3K
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You playfully look up at Frank from the register. He was a strong silent type. He would walk into the library, ask for a specific book, and you would show him its location. He always would comment on how nice you were. Would smile every time you just said, "I'll show you," instead of pointing out the location of the book. And he would slyly rub his hand against your arm, as you walked him to the exact spot.
Watching you as your finger drags across the spines of the book looking for the title. His eyes only on you as you readjust your glasses, and pull out the book, "I believe this is the one you were looking for, Mr. Adler."
"Yes, that's the one," his sight follows the curve of your body before returning to the book in your hand. "It's quite a big book for such a little girl."
"I'm not a little girl," you glance away, playing with your hair, and his hand caresses your arm.
"You are a sweet little thing, aren't you, Bunny?" Biting at your lip, you give him a single nod. "Just how sweet?"
"Um...well...I um..."
"That tells me all I need to know. I'll be back when I'm finished," walking behind you, his hand runs from one hip to the other before he walks out of the library with an arrogant smile. You sigh out in relief, feeling a flood and heat rush to your core. No one had ever made you feel like this. Frank was giving you a tiny bit of attention, and you couldn't help but want to feel his calloused hands all over you.
"Hello?" Your co-worker says. "These books aren't going to put themselves back up," she hated the attention that Frank gave you. Tried to warn you about his kind. "I've told you about those Alphas. They all linger on campus long after they've graduated. Looking for their perfect sweet little Omegas to capture."
You roll your eyes walking past her, and she just shakes her head, "She'll see. Pretty sure he's already captured her. Secrets never stay secret for long."
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Frank walks through the door right at closing time, and you try to urge him back out, "Mr. Adler, I'm sorry, the library is closed. It's eight o'clock."
"Seven fifty-eight to be exact. I just want to return the book, and hopefully get another. Won't you help me, Bunny?"
"Uh, I don't know," you look out to the parking lot, and notice only yours and Frank's cars remain. Taking a gulp, you look up at him, "You promise you'll make this quick?"
"Scout's honor," he says, pushing past you. "I was needing to get 'The Secrets You Keep'. Someone suggested it to me," you look at him puzzled.
"That's not your usual book, Mr. Adler," his arm juts out, and he places it on the desk beside you, bringing him even closer to you. "Mr. Adler?"
"Sometimes it's good to change up our normal routines. Like the fact that on Wednesday's you close the library up by yourself, since it's the early closing day. Also, you make sure the doors are locked by seven fifty-eight. Already had turned your key before you let me in. It is locked from the outside. You also only call me, Mr. Adler, while everyone else gets called by their first name. So why am I so special, Bunny?"
"You notice all that?" You ask taking a step back, but his other hand presses up against the counter, leaving you trapped. "Mr. Adler."
"Countess did warn you about me and my friends, did she not? She's not entirely wrong, and not entirely right either. It's an elite group, and we stick together. A bit too close sometimes. But you were warned, but you're curious. I've seen your little research."
"Frank, I..." at the sound of his name coming off your lips, he slowly closes his eyes, and you whimper at how sexy he looks like that. His body presses harder into you, and you get dizzy with lust.
"You know, I could always get you off right here, right now," he lifts you up onto the desk, and is so thankful you're wearing those sweet little sundresses that you always had on.
His hand winds up your leg, until he's flush with your cotton covered mound, "Oh, you are a sweet one. These innocent little panties are drenched sweet Bunny. Tell me," he says, getting closer to your neck. His nose tickles along your heated skin, and you feel a pool of arousal rush to your sex. Breathing heavily, before he ever asks the question. "Bunny, you're making a mess. I want to know, has anyone ever had this sweet little cunt?"
"N-no."
"Just what I was hoping for. We're gonna take this slow then sweetheart. You'll only get my fingers tonight. Don't worry, I'll be back and you can have my mouth," your eyes glance up at him and you give him a pout. "What is it, Bunny? You never had someone tongue fuck you?" You shake your head no, and his hands connect to the elastic of your panties. Dragging them down your legs, before he stuffs them in his pocket.
"But..."
"From now on, if I make you wet, I get to keep them. How often has your virgin pussy been crying for me to split you open? Have you gasping at how stretched that tight little hole is?" Bashfully you look away from him, and his finger quickly runs up your slit and you yip. "That often, huh? Do you ever touch yourself thinking about me?"
You quickly shake your head no, and his fingers flatten on your bundle of nerves, and create slow circles on the sensitive bean. "Have you ever touched yourself?" When you answer no, he pinches the little pearl, and your arms wrap around him, pulling him closer. "Aww, you are a sweet little Bunny. I knew you were pure. Just didn't know how pure. I'll have fun with you."
"Frank," you whine as heat radiates through your body. "Frank! Fr-fr-frank!"
"A sensitive little one. Go on, let go. It's one of the best feelings in the world. That is until you have a fat cock to come on," your toes curl up, and your fingers grip to the edge of the desk, as an odd euphoric high flashes through your veins.
Before you can come down, Frank enters two fingers in your tight virgin hole, and you sob out his name. "Shh, shh, you're fine sweetheart. So fine. So tight. Nothing has been in here has it?"
"No! It stings."
"Just for a bit. Gotta stretch you out on my fingers first. Shh, you can do it. I'm taking it easy on you. I could have you leaned up against this desk, while I make you stretch over my dick. You should thank me. We'll get there though, don't you worry," his fingers scissor deep inside of you, and you squint your eyes, trying to find the pleasure that was there before. His steady rhythm makes everything even out, and you let out a guttural moan.
Frank's palm continues to stimulate your clit, while his fingers search for your special spot. When your body jerks at his movements, he gives you a bruising kiss. The tip of his calloused finger runs over the spongy area over and over again, until you can barely breathe. Your body writhes around, as you bury your face into his chest. Screaming out his name, but he doesn't stop. You feel an overwhelming sense of needing something, anything, and unsure of what to do, until you gush, and the most beautiful high courses through your body.
"Would you look at that, Bunny. You're a messy little girl. I'm going to have you on every fucking surface in this library. Just make sure you always close down by yourself," he squats down, and his tongue licks up through your tender pussy, leaving his beard soaked in your juices. "Just remember who makes you feel this good."
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Frank Adler didn't have much growing up. His mother passed when he was young boy. Growing up in in Cape Cod with his father and helped run his boating business.
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Summers in Cape Cod are a pain in the ass for Frank. He never liked them, but at the same time it brought money to the business.
Rose Belanfort from the The Belanfort Whiskey Company and and the.biggest Publishing company of the same name. Growing up, she had everything. Went to the most prestige Catholic Prepatory school.
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Summers were spent at Cape Cod. Where she spent her times at the beach, parties and her cousins.
One night she went to a Fair and there she met a boy that would change her life.
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Prologue
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Drabble: The Five Step Plan
Well this story for @the-slumberparty turned into a BEAST... I can't tell you the last time I've written something this long... it took a few days, but I'm happy with how it turned out.
As I mentioned, this is for @the-slumberparty and the Week 3 challenge to try something new in regards to tropes. The prompt I used was baby/child acquisition, but with exes to lovers.
In the end, this story turned into an AU version of how Frank Adler ended up as the guardian for his niece Mary. So not only was it new tropes for me, but also more dramatic and emotional than I normally get. Hence the warnings.
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Title: The Five Step Plan
Pairing: Frank Adler x female reader
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: some language, AU version of how Frank became Mary's guardian, minor character death but mostly dealing with the fallout from said death
Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.
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The call came in minutes before Frank was due on stage for a discussion panel at a conference.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Adler, there’s been a car accident," the police officer said. "Your sister's car was sideswiped and she did not make it.”
“My niece? Mary? Is she… is she ok?” he panicked.
“She’s fine, she wasn’t in the car,” the police officer answered but there was a hesitancy in his voice.
“What's going on?!” Frank demanded.
“She was the one who called to report it,” the police officer said. “It happened right in front of her.”
“Oh Mary!” Frank cried out, his heart breaking in two for his 13-year-old niece. “Where is she now?”
“She’s currently at the hospital, she insisted on riding with her mother,” the police officer said. “She threatened to sue the city for child abandonment if they didn’t take her with… she said you were in California.”
“My wife,” he heard himself say. “I’ll call my wife, she’ll come get Mary and do whatever needs to be done.”
“Give her my number, I’ll wait for her call,” the police officer said, his voice sounding relieved.
Frank mumbled goodbye and then hung up, totally numb. His sister was dead. Gone forever and…
“Mr. Adler? They’re ready for you,” a voice said from behind him.
Frank turned and somehow managed to say, “I can’t. I have to leave. My sister…” He couldn’t say the word, so he just said, “accident. Bad.”
Then he fled. It wasn’t until he was in the privacy of his hotel room that he called you. Technically, you were still his wife, even though the two of you had been in a trial separation for almost six months. But he knew you loved Mary, too, and would drop everything to rush to her.
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You got to the hospital less than twenty minutes after hanging up with Frank. The police officer was waiting for you and within minutes you were reunited with Mary.
The teenager was wearing her signature brave face until she saw you, then she melted, the events of the afternoon catching up to her. You rushed to her side and gathered her into your arms, giving into your own emotions as she sobbed.
Eventually, the police officer cleared his throat and apologetically said that there were some legal things you had to take care of on behalf of Frank before you could take Mary home.
“I want to go, too,” Mary said, standing up. “I don’t want to be left alone.”
You nodded your head and gave the police officer a look that said not to argue. After all, Mary had already seen her mother immediately following the accident.
An hour later, you unlocked the front door of Frank’s condo, the place you’d called home for five years. You ushered Mary to the master bedroom and then held her until she cried herself to sleep.
It was only once she was asleep that you called for more help, asking your best friend to go to Mary and her mom's apartment and get their cat Fred and pack a bag of clothes for Mary.
You knew Frank wasn’t the biggest fan of cats, but you also knew he wouldn’t make his niece give up her cat, not after losing her mom.
As you waited for your friend to show up, you wandered around the condo and eventually realized that Frank hadn’t changed a thing in the six months since you’d moved out.
It made you both mad and sad that he hadn’t changed anything, because it just reaffirmed to you the choice you’d made to walk away. You weren’t a materialistic person in the least, but you wanted to be loved and appreciated and Frank wasn’t good at expressing love or appreciation. You’d hoped your walking away would wake him up, but it clearly hadn’t.
You heard Fred yowling in protest before your friend knocked on the door. Getting up, you let her in and took the cat carrier from her.
“Shh, Fred,” you whispered to the cat. “Mary needs you.”
The cat quieted instantly and didn’t fight you as you pulled him out of the carrier. You carried him down the hall to Frank’s room and set him on the bed.
He made soothing cat noises as he walked towards Mary and then he snuggled up close to her. You held your breath until you saw Mary’s shoulders visibly relax and knew that Fred was exactly what she had needed.
Leaving the room, you helped your friend with the rest of Mary’s stuff, putting it all in the guest room.
“Do you want me to stay until Frank gets here?” your friend offered.
You shook your head and said, “We’ll be fine.”
Your friend gave you a look that said she didn’t believe you, but she gave you a hug and made you promise to call if you needed anything.
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It had taken Frank nearly twelve hours, but he was finally home. He took the stairs two at a time and quietly let himself into the condo since it was nearly 5 in the morning.
He set his bag down and he made his way to the guest room, where he assumed you’d put Mary to bed. He was surprised, therefore, to find the door open and the room empty save for things he recognized from Mary's room from her apartment.
Turning towards the master bedroom, he crossed the hall and turned the handle slowly. Stepping inside, he was surprised to find Mary alone, though a telltale purr alerted him to the presence of Fred, too.
He was annoyed for half a second before it dawned on him that of course you’d put Mary in his bed. The girl had been through a traumatic experience and you’d both agreed to take her some place she knew that wasn’t home. He hadn’t been there, but the bed had smelt like him, which would have helped calm Mary more.
Stepping out of the room, he pulled the door closed and made his way to the heart of the condo, only seeing the blankets folded up on the couch as he passed.
Hearing noises in the kitchen, he followed them and found you in the kitchen starting coffee and wearing one of his shirts and a pair of sweats.
You finished with the coffee pot and then turned towards him, your face showing the same grief that he knew his own showed, too.
He crossed the room and wrapped you in a hug, both of you giving into your grief.
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You’d been in the waiting room the day Mary had been born and she had stolen your heart the first time you'd held her. She wasn’t your niece biologically, but she had been the one to make you an aunt and the two of you had had a special bond because of that.
Therefore, there was no way in hell you were going to abandon her when she needed you the most. Even if it meant having your heart rebroken nearly every day loving a man who would never love you back the way you deserved to be loved.
The first few weeks had been the hardest. The funeral had been planned and then had taken place. You and Frank had packed up his sister’s apartment, all of her things going into boxes in his garage while Mary’s stuff was unpacked in the guest room.
Then, at the will reading, you and Frank had found out that his sister still had you and Frank named as Mary’s legal guardians. You'd known she’d made the change following their mother’s passing, but you’d assumed she would have changed it when you and Frank had separated. Obviously, she hadn’t.
“I’ll move into my office,” Frank offered one evening after Mary was in bed and you were preparing to go home to your apartment. “You can move into the bedroom. It’s the only thing that makes sense when you’re here all day.”
You wanted to argue, but you were starting to get worried about Mary. She was seemingly just going through the motions and you were sure having both you and Frank within reach at a moment's notice would be helpful.
“Ok,” you said. “For Mary.”
And thus, that weekend, you moved back into your old home and went to bed in the bed that had been yours and Frank’s. The bed that smelled like him and made your heart hurt even more.
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After you'd moved out of the condo, Frank had spent as little time there as possible, choosing to stay late in his office at the university over being bombarded with memories at the cold, sterile condo he lived in.
Now with you back in the condo and the addition of Mary, and even Fred, the condo was quickly becoming the place that Frank wanted to be. He adjusted his office hours at the university, mostly so he could take Mary to her therapy appointments, but also so he could spend time with the two of you.
Losing his sister had made him realize that he had been a fool to let you go without a fight. Thanks to a few therapy sessions, he had an idea of where things had gone wrong and he was determined to fix them.
Step one was spending more time with you, and Mary.
Step two was proving that he still loved you.
Step three was proving that the two of you couldn't live without each other.
Step four was getting you to fall in love with him again.
Step five was recommitting yourselves to each other.
He was going to do it.
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You were looking through your list of text messages for something for work when you saw Frank's sister's name and guilt flooded you at the message next to it.
Promise me you'll never give up on him.
The two of you had been catching up, just days before the accident, and she'd sent that message and you hadn't replied.
"I'm sorry," you whispered to her spirit. "I should have replied, I was just scared."
Despite the awkward situation of being a sister-in-law and friend, she'd been as supportive as she could. She never pressured you for information, but was always willing to listen when you needed to talk to someone who understood Frank as well as you did, if not better.
"You're probably laughing up there," you muttered. Not over being gone from her daughter, of course, but over forcing her brother and you back together with no option but to spend lots of time together.
To Frank's credit, things were different now than they had been before you'd walked away. He was more attentive and, while he wasn't overzealous with his emotions, he wasn't as stoic as he had been before. There was not a single night that he sent Mary to bed without telling her that he loved her.
The changes you saw in him, made your heart hurt a little less each day and gave you a little more hope that things would all work out in the end.
"I promise," you whispered. "I won't give up on him."
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It took six months of hard work, but Frank successfully got through the first four steps of his plan to get you back. It hadn't been as simple as he originally outlined, at least not after he'd let you in on the plan and you'd made your own suggestions. But in the end, the two of you had made it to the other side stronger than ever.
On the anniversary of the day you walked away from him, the two of you decided to renew your vows in a spur of the moment ceremony with just you guys and Mary in the backyard of the house you'd purchased together.
Mary insisted upon you both dressing up and said she'd take care of the wedding vows, which turned out to be a pair of wedding themed mad libs that she had gotten you both to fill out under the guise of being bored.
Needless to say, the intimate ceremony had been perfect, even though you and Frank had been crying from hysterical laughter rather than the normal emotions associated with weddings.
But finally, once you had all calmed down, you and Frank had sealed the crazy vows with a kiss.
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Friday Night
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Date Night has a bit of excitement when an old flame introduces herself to your boyfriend.
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A small little drabble! There’s a mini sequel I’ll work on posting next Friday, but until then I hope you enjoy 💕
“Now,” Frank crouches in front of Mary, blue eyes serious as he meets hers. “You’re at Roberta’s until?”
“Noon tomorrow,” She sings.
“That’s right,” He says, and I know he’s smiling a bit- the small, subtle way he always does that never fails to melt my heart when it comes to him and his niece. “Now, (Y/N) and I are going to Ferg’s and then coming home. We’re going to take you and Roberta out for lunch.” He glances at her. “If she lets me?”
She raises her eyebrows. “You’re buying me lunch?” He tilts his head, keeping that little smirk as Mary giggles and smiles up at her. “Fine,” She sighs. “But it’s brunch.”
“Deal,” Frank smiles, and Mary hugs him tight before slipping away. He smiles, watching him go, and I can’t help but giggle, trying to clamp it as he turns with raised eyebrows. “And what are you laughing at?”
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I clear my throat. “Me? I’m not laughing at all.”
He hums, slowly stalking closer. “Ohh?” I giggle, dipping my head, and he gently tips my chin up, lips still tipped in that smirk. “You’re a terrible liar.”
I flush. “Oh yeah?” I whisper, glancing at his lips- dangerously close, not enough for me to sneak a kiss- before meeting his eyes again. “I don't think so.” He chuckles, leaning in, but I slip away before he can make contact despite wanting nothing more than his lips on mine. “So, dinner? Drinks?”
Frank chuckles, knowing what I’m up to. “If you can handle it,”
I smile, winking. “Can you?”
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I smile as Frank lifts two fingers, still unused to him being in a bar. It's so easy to forget him visiting every week- almost daily when Evelyn came to try to take Mary- and coming home with more women.
Now he doesn't really go out to drink alone, always wanting to spend the time with you and include you in the wrestling matches and movie nights, occasionally testing his boats and taking Mary and Fred to the beach.
“Frank?” An unfamiliar voice asks, and you turn to see a beautiful woman watching him. “Hey! I haven't seen you since…”
He takes a long drink. “I remember you! You’re…” He shakes his finger as if trying to remember, but you know that game.
She smiles, and you blink, missing her name. “That's me! You know,” She leans in front of him, making you bristle. “That was one of the best nights of my life…”
“That's very kind of you,” He sets his beer down, still not looking at her. “But I’m on a date.”
She laughs once. “You don't date.”
I lean around. “And you don't either. You can't judge someone and ignore your own shortcomings.”
Her eyes narrow. “Maybe you should accept how pathetic you are for throwing yourself at him.”
“Hey.” Frank says coldly, turning to her. “That's enough. You need to respect my girlfriend. Is that clear?”
She glares before spinning, storming out, and I swallow nervously before drinking my beer. “She seems nice.”
He shakes his head, irritated. “No. Pathetic.” He tilts his head, studying me. “I think I wanna head home. Show you something.”
I can't help but smile. “Sounds perfect.”
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I slowly open my eyes to find myself pinned to Frank’s solid chest, smiling as I remember making love over and over and rolling in the sheets together. I kiss his throat tenderly, and he hums, “Don't tempt me so early in the morning, I won't be able to say no.”
I giggle, smiling against his skin. “Maybe that was the plan,” I tease.
He growls, rolling and pinning me down, eyes dark as I giggle. “We still have time.”
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