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[georgiapeach30513]

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."

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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From now on I will be speaking up more often about how Black Readers and other readers of color are being exclusively left out of “Reader” fics. Whether it’s intentional or not, white writers need to understand that it’s not hard to be inclusive in your fics. It’s 2022 almost 2023 and we’re still having to explain to y’all how to be more inclusive with your writing. At this point y’all are dense as hell or just don’t care. Either learn to write inclusively or just tag your shit as White!Reader and let’s be done with. I’m done playing games with y’all.

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[quizzyisdone]

Take On Me | Fem! Bell Reader x Frank Woods

A/N: Hi!! I know it has been forever since I post for BOCW and honestly, I miss it a lot. Adult life just doesn't really lend itself well to having creative hobbies (shocking). But here's a little something for Valentine's Day that definitely is not projection at all :) Masterlist Pairing: Fem! Bell Reader x Frank Woods Word Count: 3.2k Synopsis: Woods has always hated Valentine's Day -- it's just a pathetic marketing gimmick for big businesses to take your money and for society to make you feel bad if you spend it alone. Bell, on the other hand, would beg to differ. Warnings: Strong language, mentions of alcohol, Woods is a jackass at one point but don't worry he makes up for it

*Title inspired by Take On Me, by a-ha

You walked glumly down the sidewalk, attempting to avert your eyes from the restaurants that lined the streets, young couples all enjoying a nice Valentine’s Dinner inside. Even the damn weather was romantic.

 Light flurries of snow cascading around everyone, intricate snowflakes landing delicately in your hair and onto your coat. It wasn’t bone-chilling cold either, perfect for a stroll down the street, holding hands with the one you loved. Warm yellowish hues from inside the various buildings emanated onto the street, along with the sound of laughter and idle chatter as well. It would’ve been the perfect atmosphere to set the mood for a date with Woods. The idyllic late winter day.

You clutched the brown paper bag filled with his favorite beer to your chest, careful so as not to drop it. It was your little Valentine’s Day gift, small and inconsequential enough to play off as just a kind gesture and completely not at all related to the present holiday. Admittedly, your feelings were a little hurt when Woods had gone off on a sarcastic tangent about how much he hated Valentine’s Day the other day and that it was just a stupid corporate holiday. 

He was kind of right, but it was still fun to celebrate, at least for you. A nice little date, free from the worries of either of your jobs or maybe at least a gift from Woods would have been nice. You two had never even been in the same state, or even country for that matter, during the holiday since you started dating. 

Maybe missing Valentine’s Day was kind of your fault anyways, since after his little joking tangent both of you agreed not to celebrate or do anything -- it was just a normal day. Ironic, considering a day with Woods could scarcely be considered normal due to your work with the CIA and his with the Marines. A normal day wasn’t getting called into work and both of you just sitting on the couch, too exhausted to truly spend time with each other in a manner other than physically being in the same room.

Truthfully, life had been rather boring lately, your relationship wasn’t missing love per se, but it was missing that old excitement.

You turned off of the street and into the apartment building where you shared a flat with Woods. After climbing up two flights of stairs and finding your door, you reached into your coat pocket for your keys, opening to the door to find Woods putting his own jacket on and grabbing the keys to his truck. 

“Hey babe.” He said, barely giving you a glance in acknowledgment as he tied his boots. 

“Hi.” You said, confused and frowning. You crossed your arms. “Where are you going?”

“Oh, over to this dive bar with Adler, he just got back into town, thought I’d get a drink with him.” Woods explained, none the wiser to how upset you were. You harshly placed down the brown bag. “Uh, what’s in the bag?” He asked.

“Something I got for you. I wanted to do something nice for you.” You crossed your arms and put on the angriest expression you could muster to hide how defeated you felt. He opened it, revealing a six pack of his favorite imported beer, very difficult and expensive to get in America. Instead of a smile and a thank you, he furrowed his brows, frowning.

“We weren’t supposed to get each other anything.” 

“It wasn’t for Valentine’s Day. It was meant to be a nice gesture” You spat, stomping off and into the living room adjacent to the foyer. “Not even a fucking thank you.” You whispered under your breath.

“Thank you?” He yelled from the other room, following you, now clearly just as angry as you. “We agreed not to get anything for each other. I don’t fucking want your gift if you’re just going to be an ass about it.”

“I went to seven different liquor stores across the entire Philadelphia city limit in the snow and paid nearly fifty dollars for a six pack of special imported beer that you’d go through in one sitting because I knew this was your favorite and now you don’t want it. Some gratitude would be nice. ”

“Why would I want it if you’re gonna act like a bitch?” Woods bellowed. ‘Bitch’ had hit a nerve, he had never called you that before, but then again the two of you never got into any bad arguments before. Regardless, you stood your ground.

“Maybe I’m acting like a bitch because your first response was to chastise and question me for getting you a present and now you’re yelling at me.”

“I didn’t even want to celebrate Valentine’s!”

“Maybe I did because I never get to be with you anymore, you’re always too tired or too busy to fucking be my partner.” Your pitch became quieter and you suddenly became aware of the tears streaming down your cheeks in a torrential downpour. “You haven’t touched me in forever. I miss you. I wanted to celebrate it with you, I never got to experience any of this.” You said through clenched teeth.

Evidently, the tears did not sway Woods, as he continued yelling. 

“Well I have and it’s not that fun. Sorry I’m exhausted from saving the entire fucking free world, Bell.” He retorted.

You scoffed.

“Get off your fucking soapbox, Woods. You and I do the exact same thing, and I still make time for you.” You turned your body away from him facing the wall, not even wanting to see him. “It’d be nice if you could do that for me too.”

“I do!” He explained, almost childlike in his declaration -- like a toddler so boldly claiming that the sky was green because he said so. 

“When was the last time you even took me out when it wasn’t my idea?” Woods paused, attempting to remember (to which he couldn’t). “See? You don’t even remember. Go and hang out with your buddy, don’t bother coming back if you don’t want me anymore. I’ll get the hint.” You said dejectedly, walking off to your bedroom but stealing a glance at Woods, who only glared daggers at you, brows furrowed, looking almost annoyed with you. 

You lightly shut your bedroom door the exact moment Woods slammed the front door shut, the vibration of which could be felt against the wall and you could hear a distant clang and glass shatter. You placed your back against the wood, slowly sliding down into the floor and placing your head between your knees, sobbing.

You instantly regretted that ultimatum you just gave him, Woods was the only person you have after MK-Ultra, while he had everyone. He didn’t need you, you needed him. To ground you, to keep you sane.

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Woods stomped off to his truck, angrily shoving the key into the ignition. The drive to the bar was erratic and rage-filled, as he gripped the steering wheel with an iron clasp and swore under his breath, muttering counter arguments that he could’ve used in an attempt to justify his actions.

Arriving at the bar, he slammed the door shut, scanning the front of the building for Adler, whom he found almost immediately, nursing a cigarette as per usual. The person who stood next to him, however, utterly enraged Woods. Fucking Hudson.

Despite himself, Woods strided to where they were standing, waiting for him. 

“Hey Adler.” He greeted the scarred man. Adler nodded back in acknowledgement.“The fuck you doing here, Hudson?” 

“Well aren’t you in a great fuckin’ mood.” Hudson retorted, jabbing Woods’s shoulder. “Come on, we can argue inside when we’re sat down and drunk.”

Woods reluctantly obliged him, opening the door and scanning the room for a table, considering the bar was completely full. He found a high top table and sat down, beckoning for a server, for which he ordered three whiskeys and a round of shots for the table. 

Silence ensued for a brief moment before Adler broke it.

“So why the hell are you in a bad mood this time, Woods?” He asked, exasperated in a way that indicated that it wasn’t so uncommon for the sergeant to swing by in a sour mood. Woods immediately went on the defensive.

“The more important question is why the fuck Hudson is here? Don’t you have a wife and kids to celebrate Valentine’s with? She pissed at you too?” Woods spat, and Hudson sighed deeply.

“So that’s what this is about.” Adler chuckled to himself.

“If you have to know, Jenny’s not in town right now,” He explained. “Few days ago she was really upset and needed a vacation, so I told her I’d watch the kids while she went down to her mother’s house for some alone time.”

“Oh and so I guess you just left the kids at home by themselves.” Woods retorted, realizing belatedly that his statement was a bit unfair. For all his faults, he had always known the man to be a devoted husband and father. Hudson rolled his eyes.

“What kind of father do you take me for? This sixteen year old girl down the street needed some pocket money so I’m paying her to babysit them. Happy?” He rolled his eyes and Woods let the matter drop. “So now that I’ve answered your question, what has put you in an even worse mood than usual? Is it Bell?” Hudson asked.

Woods groaned. “Yes, okay? We got into a fight.” 

“About?” Adler beckoned Woods to explain.

“Well,” He began. “So a few weeks back, right? I went off on some rant that Valentine’s Day is stupid and we agreed to not celebrate it. But today I guess she went back on her word and got me a gift and made me look like an asshole for not getting her anything. Then we got into a fight. That’s it.”

“That can’t be it.” Hudson scoffed. This time it was Woods’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Fine.” He huffed. “Words were… exchanged.”

“And what the hell exactly did you say to her?” Adler piped up. Woods rolled his eyes again, slamming his beer bottle down. 

“Fine.” He huffed, beginning to regale every single gritty detail of a five minute fight, seeing as Hudson and Adler would’ve pried everything out of him some way or another. Throughout his story, Woods kept stuttering over his words, pausing, taking deep breaths. He still couldn’t get over that ultimatum. 

“You called her a bitch?” Hudson stared at Woods, his eyes glaring daggers. 

“That was your first mistake.” Adler snickered. 

“No, that was his hundredth mistake. Your first mistake, Woods, was ranting about Valentine’s Day in the first place.” Hudson paused, noticing the very displeased expression of the man across from him. Not wanting to get into a bar fight tonight, he chose his next words carefully. “Hear me out, I can tell you every reason why you’re wrong, if you want. If you don’t, that’s fine. Drink your pain away and let your relationship with Bell go down the drain.”

Tense silence filled the air as Woods retreated back into his head. He certainly hates Hudson, doesn’t think the man does a damn thing right, but he’s been married for the better half of a decade for a reason, right? Woods slowly nodded his head, it couldn’t hurt to hear the man out, and besides, even in his rage, even after the ultimatum you gave him, losing one of the only people he actually cared about was one he couldn’t bear.

“Okay. Well, as we all well know, Bell doesn’t remember anything about her life.” Hudson glanced at Adler, who suddenly found a keen interest in the glass of whiskey in front of him. “And in the past three years, she hadn’t been able to celebrate any holiday other than Christmas last year because of schedules. Everything is a first for her, making it special to her. So your first mistake was ranting about Valentine’s Day.”

“Wh- How?” Woods sighed. 

“Jesus Christ you’re so fucking dense.” Hudson mumbled to himself, rubbing his forehead. “It’s her first and she has someone who she loves dearly to celebrate it with. Probably felt like a gut punch. And still yet, she tried to make it special in spite of you. You practically spat on her for it. You called her a bitch and yelled instead of just accepting it and spending the night with her. That’s all she wanted.”

Oh. Maybe he was onto something.

“You are all Bell has.” Hudson stressed, the way he was explaining the situation to Woods, you would think he has experienced this exact situation. Perhaps he has, Woods did find that break up letter to Hudson from some girl like fifteen or so odd years ago. “And she’s probably feeling pretty neglected.”

“So why do you all of the sudden like Bell?” Adler asked, shame from the mention of what he did to you still painted on his expression.

“I like her well enough, and she’s proven herself.” Hudson took a sip from his drink and laughed softly. “But I like proving Woods wrong more.”

“Shut the fuck up, baldilocks.” Woods grumbled and Adler snorted, while Hudson let out a small chuckle at the creative insult. “I’ve gotta go.”

Unceremoniously, Woods removed himself from the high barstool, fumbling in his pocket for his wallet. He placed a twenty on the table, leaving without a word.

“Y’know he’s never gonna admit that sometimes you’re right.” Adler said, a cigarette between his teeth as he popped open his zippo lighter. 

“I know.” 

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Woods glanced down at his watch as he approached the door to your shared apartment. It was only seven when he left. Fuck. He hoped you might still be awake. As quietly as he could, with a bouquet in one hand and his keys in the other, he unlocked the door.

“Bell?” He whispered, hoping to hear at least a TV or the radio playing. Instead, it was dark, with only a small glow emanating from the oven light in the kitchen. “Babe?”

No answer. Shit. He set his keys down on the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room and turned on a lamp. Gingerly, he made his way to your shared bedroom, opening the door softly.

On the bed, he found you asleep, facing towards the door and your hand lazily resting on the pillow on his side. He sighed, it was clear you had fallen asleep crying, your eyes puffy and cheeks red even in sleep. Woods took off his boots, setting down the bouquet on the nightstand. 

As stealthily as a man of his size could manage, he crawled into bed, facing towards you. He held the hand that was resting on his side in his own hand, bringing it to his, softly kissing your knuckle. 

“Bell.” He rested his free hand on your hip, rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs. Woods smiled softly as your eyes fluttered awake. Instead of returning his soft gestures, you simply grumbled, taking back your hand and flipping over on your other side. He didn’t know what he expected, but it wasn’t that. “Baby, I’m sorry.”

“You’re only saying that because you’re drunk. Go to bed, you'll feel differently in the morning.” You said, sniffling and barely audible. 

“I didn’t drink anything. Baby girl, I am so fucking sorry.” He scooched closer to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you flush to his form. “I’m sorry for complaining about Valentine’s, I’m sorry for the beer, I’m sorry for calling you a bitch, I’m sorry for being a fucking jackass to my girl.”

Silence ensued for a few minutes, only interrupted with your occasional sniffle. You sighed, sitting up and facing towards him. You gave a sad smile.

“Frank, I just want us to be normal.” Your voice cracked as the tears began again. “I don’t want this shitty military stuff anymore. I just want to be a normal couple who does normal couple things.”

“Oh, baby girl. Honey, I am so sorry.” He shushed as he sat up, holding you in his arms so tightly, as if he was afraid you’d shatter into dust and leave him forever if he didn’t. 

“Baby, we can be normal. I’ll take you to the movies, I’ll take you on more dates, I’ll bring you flowers, I’ll win you the biggest stuffed animal at the fair, I’ll even celebrate Valentine’s Day with you.” He kissed your temple, pulling you even closer as sobs racked your body. “Please, I just need you in my life.”

“Please don’t ever leave me.” You whimpered.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, doll.” He held you, strong and steadfast, guilt from the events that transpired earlier sweeping over him. “I couldn’t live without you. God, I’m so fucking sorry, baby girl.”

“Me neither.” The two of you remained there, locked in an embrace and peacefully silent. For hours, you felt as if he was going to leave you, and without him, you’d quite literally have nothing. Without him, you’d have to crawl back to the man that hurt you the most. 

To have the normally gruff, brash Marine sergeant here, admitting to you how much he needed you in his life, it almost felt that for once in your life, that you were a normal person. Not some brainwashed freak.

“I got you a present.” He pulled his head back to look at you. A soft smile creeped across your features. “It’s not as good as those beers you got me,” He reached over the nightstand, presented the bouquet of flowers. “And it took me forever to find, considering every florist was either closed or sold out. But you deserve this, and so much more.”

“Oh, Frank. They’re perfect. Thank you so much.” You gave him a quick peck, looking over the bouquet with a proud smile on your face. Your first flowers from him.

“Bell, I also have a very important question for you.” He smiled earnestly at how your eyes were lit up, just from flowers. You nodded, beckoning him to ask. “Will you be my Valentine?” 

Your happiness turned into straight glee as you practically exploded with joy.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” You exclaimed, pushing him down and straddling him. You giggled and peppered his face with little kisses all over as he grinned, chuckling along with you. “Of course I will.” You said softly, pulling back as you placed the flowers on your side’s nightstand. 

You returned to his side, cuddling up flush against his chest as he smiled down at you, like today never even happened. Your hands drew small circles on his chest and you sighed contentedly, this was a feeling that you had missed these past few months. Just you and Woods -- nothing else.

“Baby?” He hummed. You let your eyes close, the threat of sleep drawing ever near.

“M’yeah?”

“We’ll do something more fun tomorrow, okay?” Woods grinned as he also let his eyes close, pulling you even tighter towards him.

“This is good enough for me.” You lazily smiled against his chest.

So needless to say I'm odds and ends But I'll be stumbling away Slowly learning that life is okay

#pls excuse the title but tbh idc if the song is a giant meme #the lyrics just fit a wood x bell ship so nicely #frank woods #frank woods x reader #frank woods x bell #russell adler #jason hudson #bocw #black ops cold war #cod #call of duty #quizzy writes

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Actors: Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Florence Pugh

Marvel Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova

Other Sebastian Stan Characters: Mickey Henry, Steve Kemp, Jefferson, Max Burnett

Other Chris Evans Characters: Colin Shea, Andy Barber, Frank Adler, Johnny Storm

Fluff:

1. “I don’t mind cuddling all day with you.”

2. "Come on, grumpy face, this will be fun!"

3. “Everything okay?” “I just really missed you.”

4. "I feel so save when I'm with you."

Smut:

1. “Suck, it doesn’t clean itself.”

2. “I hope you don’t plan to cum before I allow you to cum.”

3. “I’m gonna fill you.”

4. “I like when you moan my name.”

Angst:

1. “Come home with me or it’s over between us.”

2. “I thought I could trust you.”

3. “You thought I love you? I don’t.”

4. “Who did this to you?”

Dark:

1. “You can’t escape me.”

2. “You will obey.”

3. “Be nice, it’s not bad here. I will take care of you but you have to listen.”

4. “Don’t worry, you will learn to love me.”

Fluff: ❤️ | Smut: 🔥 | Angst: 🍂

— 𝐈 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮

— 𝐌𝐚𝐱 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭 | 🔥

— 1.4𝐤 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

Prompts: “I hope you don’t plan to cum before I allow you to cum.” / “You will obey.”

Max paid so you don’t have to go to the therapy anymore and takes you home, but you didn’t know he owns you then, until he makes it clear and makes sure you know you’re his.

— 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

— 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 | ❤️

— 520 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

Prompts: “Everything okay?” “I just really missed you.”

Steve comes home from his one-week mission

— 𝐈𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

— 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 | ❤️

— 1188 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

Prompts: "Come on, grumpy face, this will be fun!"

You try to convince your best friend to go ice skating with you, which he agrees after you give him a bit more attention.

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[montcumbry-gaytor]

Can you do a Dom/Frank woods x Sub/male reader, where both of them are having their first time and woods being to rough with his lover.( Or you can do whatever place they can have fuck at thats my opinion) also love your amazing work and its talented. Woods needs all the love.

Come out and play

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A/N : Had me kicking my feet tysm for the compliment 🫶🫶 and yes I 100% agree Frank deserves a whole lot of love and I geniunely think he's so silly 🫶🫶

CW : Slightly OOC Frank, First Time Sex, Mentions of Hallucinations and Night terrors.

You and Frank had been together for.. a while, now.

He had been a stable of your mental health when you were struggling, the night terrors, the hallucinations, odd memories of things you thought never happened.

You struggled with it far too often, and when you did, Frank was there to help you through it, albeit not in the most professional way.

Though you both cared for eachother you both never..

Had sex.

You assumed you never had time for it, considering your line of work, it was kind of understandable, but the longer you and Frank dated the more the want festered in you.

"Bell, You have that report ready?"

Adler asked, looming over you, He always radiated such a powerful energy, almost wary of you, but it always seemed to soften around you, it felt like.. Pity.

Though you never minded it much.

"Bell?"

"Oh- Sorry- I'm.. not having a good thought process right now, can't get focused."

You admitted, holding your face in your hands, huffing out a breath of frustration.

"That's okay, Bell, Just have it in my office before Friday, alright?"

"Got it.. sorry."

Adler hummed, patting your shoulder before walking off, seemingly to chat with Park, who sat at her desk, feet propped up against it.

Startled out of your thoughts, You whipped around, Your shock melting away as frank stood behind you, hands planted on your shoulders.

"You good?"

He asked gruffly, Thick brows upturned with concern, icey blue eyes piercing into yours, he could see your frustration, even though your face was hidden through the Balaclava you wore.

"Yeah- Yeah.. I'm okay, Just lost in thought, Thanks Frankie."

You said, your eyes creased as you smiled, watching his ears tint a shade of red that you would only see on him.

"Do you want to head to the hotel for the night? You've been here for a while."

"Yeah, We can go, I have something to talk to you about anyways."

You sighed, Grabbing your bag from beside your chair, stuffing your unfinished report into it, amongst other things that sat at your desk.

"Okay."

Frank said, sounding lightly concerned, though it could only be something you would pick up in his gravely voice.

Time passed, you and Frank had slipped out shortly after saying bye to Adler, Not that it was necessarily required, but Adler himself told you he felt it was necessary to know you were gone, You never understood why.

The drive to the hotel was quiet, Accompanied by the rain pattering on Frank's windshield.

Lights on the street lined your path, until the small hotel crammed between a convenience store and a Bar made it's way into your view.

"Bell? —Bell?"

"Oh- Huh?"

You hummed, shaking yourself from your thoughts once more.

"We're here."

He said, Prompting you to hop out of the vehicle, shutting the door and letting Frank lock it behind you, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

"Thanks for the ride, Frankie."

You hummed, bumping your hip into his teasingly.

You made your way inside, Being quiet as you navigated the halls, Making sure not to wake any sleeping residents of the hotel, Due to your line of work, It was easy,

Using the keycard to unlock your hotel room, Frank held the door open, letting you enter before slipping in himself, locking the door behind him.

"So, you had something to say?"

"I want to have sex with you, Frank."

Silence carried your words, though you kept your stare, the air in the room felt thick as his adams apple bobbed, a sigh slipping from his lips.

"I can understand if you wouldn't want to, but.. I love you, and i want to do more than just.. kiss you, It sounds silly.."

"—Bell, Listen, I want to too I just.."

He trailed off, Clearing his throat.

"I've never had sex with a man, before."

"Oh.."

It was quiet again, Frank looked away sheepishly, Running a large hand over his neck.

"Well, I haven't either, So it could be a first for the both of us."

You said, Stepping closer to his anxious frame.

"I mean, Yeah.. but I don't want to hurt you, Bell, I don't want to get carried away and make you hate it."

"—Then.. let me take lead."

You stood in front of him, taking his hands in yours and placing them firmly on your hips, running your hands up to curl around his neck, playing with his hairline.

"I can take my own pace, and you wouldn't have to worry.."

You hummed, your gaze never leaving his.

"A-Alright.."

He said, Defeated by your persuasion, pressing his forehead into yours.

"Can I kiss you?"

"-You know you don't have to ask."

"I know."

You hummed, Pulling your balaclava off your head and dropping it to the ground, Your lips connecting with his, Your tongue slipping into his mouth to search for his.

Small groans tangled in with your gasps of air, rolling your hips in hope of any friction, much to your delight, Franks leg slipped between yours, Providing relief.

"Fuck.. Frankie.."

You whined, Running a hand through his dark black hair, tugging lightly in your wake, The mess of each others limbs stumbling backward onto the bed.

You pulled Frank's jacket off quickly, both of you kicking off your shoes into the floor, never taking your hands off one another.

Swiftly, you flipped each others positions, hands caging on either side of Frank's shoulders, Heavy breaths escaping your kiss bruised lips.

You struggled to pull off your coat, fumbling with it in a hurry, you shucked it off, kicking the cargo pants you wore with them.

Frank bit his lip as he watched you strip your boxers off and toss them away from you, crawling between his legs.

"You don't fucking understand how much I've wanted to do this.."

You sighed, Unbuckling his belt before tugging his pants down, tossing them into the floor with the rest of the inevitable pile.

His erection pressed through his briefs, twitching in anticipation, Frank sighing your name under shaky breaths.

"Patience, Frank, You of all people should know that."

You hummed, kissing the inside of his thigh teasingly, watching him shudder, slipping your fingers beneath his briefs and pulling them off, his cock springing out, tip grazing over his stomach.

"Fuck.. you're big."

You said, running the pad of your index finger over his length, tracing the veins before pressing your lips to his tip, hearing him groan at the sensation.

Warily, you wrapped your lips around him, hollowing your cheeks as your tongue ran across the bottom, slowly taking him in until his tip reached the back of your throat.

You could hear him struggle to keep his moans in, You could feel and see his muscles tense and constrict as you began to bob your head, working what you couldn't fit in your mouth with your hand.

"Fuck... You're doing amazing- ah—shit.."

He cursed under his breath, running a calloused hands through your hair as he struggled to keep his composure, Pressing the crown of his head into the pillows.

Pulling your mouth off, you slipped your fingers from your free hand into your mouth, jerking frank off as you wet them, pulling them out after you were satisfied, your mouth returning to suck Frank.

You slid your hand behind your back, slipping your fingers to prod into your hole, slipping in with ease thanks to your saliva, and.. other things you would never admit.

You let out groans that vibrated in your throat as you curled your fingers into yourself, forcing yourself to breath through your nose to keep you from choking as frank rutted into you.

Satisfied with your work, you pulled off, Frank's helpless groan made you smirk, You slid your slick fingers out of yourself.

"You're sure you want to do this?"

You asked, holding Frank's hands in yours once more, bringing your hips over Franks as you looked at him, his stare showing just how much he cared.

Cared about you.

"Absolutely."

He hummed, placing a hand on your hip, thumb stroking at your scarred skin, Slowly, you guided yourself onto his cock, your breath hitching as he reached places you didn't know existed.

"Ooh.. fuck.."

You grunted, rolling your hips against Frank's, your mouth hung open as you struggled to catch your breath.

"God- shit.."

Frank groaned, his grip on your hip tightening, with hesitance, you slowly began to rock your hips at a pace, rolling them as you slid down, making you feel fuller than the last time.

You both struggled to keep your voices down, Frank's free hand sliding up your chest, pulling your shirt over your pecs to cup and play with them, though struggling to keep the shirt up, you took the hint and bit the hem of your shirt, keeping it up as he fucked into you.

"God- Baby you feel so fucking good— ah.."

He groaned, his nails digging into your skin, sure to leave bruises in his wake, His cock twitching inside of you, you could tell he was close, because you were too.

"Fuck- Frank.. I'm gonna cum- please~ "

You whined, chest heaving as you teetered closer to your release, letting airy moans whisp past your teeth as you bit into your shirt, your body halting as you came to your end, Shockwaves running to each of your limbs and your body heat finally hit you.

It didn't take long for Frank to meet his release aswell, pulling out of you and cumming over his stomach, the both of you panting as you came off your highs.

"Holy shit... That felt amazing.."

Frank sighed, rubbing circles into your bruised hips, a grin still on his lips as you leaned in to kiss him once more.

"We gotta do that again sometime."

"Hell yeah."

A/N : this is slightly OOC but I really couldn't find any other way to write it, I hope this was acceptable and I hope y'all enjoyed!!

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Flowers of Waverley Road: You Can Have It All - Frank X Lavender Masterlist

Needy and touched starved.  The baby of the family, and everyone had moved on, and left you alone in the giant mansion.  Homeschooled, and unable to travel, you are literally always alone.  Left to wander the halls and dream about actually seeing the world.  Heavy security detail whenever you leave the grounds.  You father didn’t think about the builders Ari and Frank who had come to work on the house.  What starts off as teasing Ari, leads into something completely different with Frank.  A man just as touch starved as you, and one that is willing to hide you away from the harsh and cruel world of the mafia.

*This story is part of a larger Universe*

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

A/N: this is a mafia AU, and will feature themes of violence, arranged marriage, running away, neediness, D/s dynamics, lies, schemes, and conspiracy.  Please read ALL warnings before proceeding.  And as always minors DNI.

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Holly Jolly Husband

Frank Adler x fem!reader

Word count: 2515

Summary: You and Frank ship up to Boston with Mary to visit your mother-in-law for the holidays. Unfortunately, you get snowed in, but that doesn't mean you and your husband aren't able to get a little hot and heavy. 😏

Warnings: smut (18+ only!!!!!!), some cursing, breeding kink, unprotected sex (m/f), tiny bit of fluff, sprinkle of corny jokes

Author's note: This is my second entry for @stargazingfangirl18, @navybrat817, and @drabblewithfrannybarnes’s Happy Hoelidays Challenge! I'm thrilled to be sharing this and happy that I've managed to write two fics for this challenge, a total of three fics in one month (a new record for me). 🥰

Thank you so much to Iva (@beefybuckrrito) for beta-reading this, making me laugh, and letting me blather on about my own breeding kink (oop!), especially when it comes to cranky Frankie. We all have to thank Thevy (@the-sal-del-mar) for the elaboration on nipple play and suggestions for reader's dirty talk. 🥴

(Dialogue prompts are in bold!)

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Evelyn Adler was on your last goddamn nerve. It was your first Christmas with Frank after getting married in the fall, and you somehow ended up spending it snowed in at your mother-in-law’s home outside of Boston. Frank suggested that you and Mary join him in wearing ugly sweaters to dinner, insisting that he “had no idea” his mother required formal wear for the party she hosted on Christmas Eve.

From the moment you arrived that morning, Evelyn made you want to scream. She paid no attention to you or Frank until the two of you would try to sneak away for a moment. Then all of a sudden, she just needed Francis to check something with her car or she simply couldn’t allow you to attend the party with your hair looking like that. In a house as large as hers, you thought it would be easy to lose her, but she was always hot on your heels, deceptively saccharine insults at the ready.

For whatever reason, Evelyn stipulated that gifts be exchanged on Christmas Eve, after dinner and before dessert. She showered Mary with presents, including a desktop computer and several mathematics textbooks that were now out of print. Mary was elated, and you hoped that Evelyn had gotten at least one comparably nice gift for her son. To his (completely expected) dismay, Frank received two custom-made suits, one black and one navy. However, you were delighted, anxious to see how your newly minted husband looked in the expensive material.

“Thank you so much, Evelyn,” you smiled, hearing him mumble something about gotta be fuckin’ kidding me under his breath as your hand ever so slightly crept up his thigh.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Evelyn rushed to the other side of the tree, retrieving a small, but beautifully wrapped box. She handed it to you, and upon feeling its weight, you hoped it was the new Bluetooth speaker you’d asked for. Knowing your mother-in-law, it was probably some expensive tchotchke, but you were surprised she’d gotten you anything at all.

You untied the ribbon carefully, wanting to save it to make a headband for Mary. You removed the wrapping paper to reveal a plain, white cardboard box. You smiled at Evelyn as you opened the box, gasping at her audacity when you found a large scented candle similar to one you’d purchased recently at Target. And of course, it wasn’t even a scent that you liked, rendering the thoughtless gift useless, too.

Frank clocked the tic of your jaw and the new tension in your neck, your tendons straining as he willed the steam not to escape your ears when Evelyn grinned and asked if you liked your present. He decided to defuse the situation before the bomb inevitably burst, taking advantage of Mary’s preoccupation with working on problems in her new Moleskine notebook with her rose gold and pearl Montblanc fountain pen.

“Honey, will you come upstairs with me for a sec? I think we forgot something. Come help me look?”

You looked at him in confusion before you noticed the slight nod of his head toward the staircase.

“Oh, right! Let’s go check. Thanks, Evelyn.” You flipped her off behind her back as you passed, making Frank chuckle and give your ass a light smack as you walked ahead of him.

As soon as Frank closed and locked the bedroom door behind you, you launched yourself into his arms, screeching into his chest.

“Your mother is actually insufferable, Adler. I cannot understand how you came from her.”

You walked in circles around the room, waving your hands so wildly that you began to resemble an air traffic controller. “It would have been better if she just didn’t give me anything. Do you see how calculatedly insulting she is? You know this already. I know you know this.”

You pulled at your hair as you rambled, your husband sitting at the edge of the bed and listening as you let it out. “She bought a ten-year-old a thousand-dollar pen! Who the actual fuck spends that much money on a pen, Frank? For a TEN-YEAR-OLD. I’m tempted to throw the candle through the front window like a brick. That’s all it’s good for since it smells like shit.”

Frank chuckled as he listened to you. He hated that you were so angry, but he’d be lying if he said his dick hated your passion in the moment.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. We shouldn’t have even come. I just didn’t want to disappoint Mary. She wanted to see the snow and I should have said n-”

You walked over to him and pressed a finger to his pouty lips, one of your favorite features of his. “You have nothing to apologize for, babe. And I’m not going to get an apology from the person who owes me - us - one.”

His hands found your waist, thumbs brushing back and forth in the pattern he knew instantly soothed you.

You ran your hands through his thick, messy hair, pulling his face to your belly. “Frankie?”

“Mhm.”

“Just promise me when we have our own children, we’re not going to do this shit.” His grip on you tightened. “We’re going to buy them normal presents. If they end up being geniuses like Mary, then they can do math with a mechanical pencil from the drugstore like everyone else.”

He pressed a kiss to your stomach before leaning back to look up at you, his normally bright, sky blue eyes now darkened like a hurricane was coming, and you were in a fucking rowboat with one oar.

But he let you continue, slowly standing up as you rattled on. “And if Evelyn wants to spend the holidays with her grandkids, she can come to Florida. I’m not dealing with her nonsense when we have little ones running around. I don’t need her immaturity on top of ev-”

You yelped as Frank backed you up into the wall, pinning you there with his thick thigh between your legs. “So children, huh? Like… more than one?”

You rolled your eyes at him in a lazy attempt to hide the way he quickly affected you. “Out of everything I said, that’s the only thing that stood out to you?”

“No, lots of things stood out, but now something else is standing out because of it.” He pressed his body against yours, glancing down between you.

You tried to duck away, but he kept you caged in with his arms and thigh. “You know, you pretend to be this brooding, mysterious man, but you’re actually just a giant cornball.”

“You love it.”

“I never said I didn’t.” You couldn’t help but giggle at his impatience when he started fiddling with the hem of your sweater.

He hummed as you subconsciously ground yourself down on his thigh. “Well, since we’ve established you love my corny ass, let me help you out of that ugly sweater.”

“Frank, there’s a whole party going on downstairs. We can’t. Your mother or Mary will come looking f-”

“Sweetheart, I wasn’t really asking.” You knew you were fucked (literally) when he switched to sweetheart from honey. Frank only broke out that term of endearment when he was about to wreck you thoroughly.

He bunched up your skirt past your hips after removing your sweater, mentally noting that he should not have purchased you a sweater covered in jingle bells if his intention was to remove it during a holiday party.

“Frank, is this why you told me to wear a skirt instead of jeans?” The last word of your question devolved into some kind of broken moan as he got to work nipping and sucking at the tops of your breasts.

He huffed and looked you in the eyes. “I can neither confirm nor deny whether this was premeditated. Now come on.” He tapped your hip, signaling you to hop up and wrap your legs around his unfairly narrow waist.

You dipped your head to kiss him as he worked his thumb over your clit, your folds exposed now that he’d pushed your panties to the side. You whined into his mouth as he teased you, scratching your back against the wall.

“If I knew just talking about having kids would make you lose your mind, I’d have mentioned it SO much sooner, fuck.” Your eyes closed as his lips found one of the more sensitive spots on your throat.

With that, Frank harshly thrust two thick fingers inside you, pleased to find you were more than wet and wanting enough to take him. “Love getting you all worked up for me like this, sweetheart. Don’t even need to prep you.”

“Good. We don’t have time for you to prep me, Adler.” You clenched around his fingers for good measure. “Bed. Now.”

“So bossy, Adler,” he whispered in between kisses as he walked you over to the bed, laying you down gently before removing his jeans and boxers.

“Sweater, too. We are not trying to conceive while you’re wearing that thing,” scrunching your nose at his knit monstrosity depicting the Boston Tea Party, complete with 1776 emblazoned across the back in metallic silver thread.

He hummed as he kissed across your chest before standing up to remove his clothes. “So good to me, Y/N. Gonna give you the best gift of all.”

You raised your eyebrows at him as he rested his weight on top of you. “Yeah? What’s that?”

He smirked as he reached between you, lining himself up with your aching heat. “A belly full of me.”

“So corny,” you whisper-moaned as he sank into you, rendering you unable to talk back to him for once.

Although you and Frank had been sleeping together for the better part of three years, you were amazed by how full you felt every single time. Although his hands were rough from his work, his touch was always gentle, as if you were a rare book whose pages he couldn’t wait to turn. Even when you were in a rush or wanted it rough, he treated you with such care and warmth, only the sun itself might compare. The way he handled your body and your heart made you think you were meant to be.

Frank kissed you, using his tongue to silence your moans as he thrust into you once, twice, three times. Covering your mouth with his large hand, he nipped at your throat. “Love when you just let me take you like this, sweetheart,” he breathed into your ear. “So damn tight and all mine.”

Frank had you fluttering around him in what felt like no time at all. His filthy words combined with his expert motions brought you to the brink without fail, a skill in which he took the greatest pride. Each purposeful stroke had you arching your back beneath him, head empty apart from thoughts of how good he felt in and around you, completely oblivious to the knowledge of the party continuing mere feet away from where you laid.

Supporting his weight on his forearm, he used his other hand to guide your breast to his mouth, nibbling and licking at your soft flesh, then catching your nipple lightly between his teeth before sucking on the hardened nub. This was another trick he employed when time was of the essence, which was often, given your living situation. You certainly had no complaints when his stubble scratched against your skin as he pulled away to blow cool air over the wetness he left behind, causing you to clench. He chuckled when you bucked your hips to meet his, pleased with how worked up he’d gotten you through such a simple act.

“Frank, shit, I’m close. P- please, baby, please.” You were reduced to a babbling, whimpering mess as your husband continued fucking into you. He throbbed inside you and his pace faltered, both signs that he was reaching his peak as quickly as you were.

“God, sweetheart, you’re so beautiful like this, but the thought of you all round and glowy because of me? Makes me wanna keep you full all day, every day.” You couldn’t form a complete sentence, so your response was delivered in the form of scratches down his muscular back - souvenirs you were happy to leave behind once Frank told you he loved being marked by you.

On instinct, you wrapped your legs around his waist, your heels pressing into his toned ass, making it so his thrusts were shorter, but deeper. As you tightened around him, he let out a moan so feral, you were granted a moment of clarity and wanted to send him over the edge.

“Come on, Frankie, please give it to me,” you murmured in his ear. “Gonna let me make you a daddy?” You gripped him tight, holding him impossibly close to you as you mouthed at his throat.

Frank pounded into you with abandon, slamming the headboard into the wall again and again until you let out a broken whine, finally creaming around him. He damn near roared as he came, biting down on your shoulder and filling you to the brim. He chained kisses up your neck and across your jaw before reaching your lips, loving you sweet and slow in contrast to what you’d just shared.

He sagged against you for a moment as you both attempted to steady your breathing. “I love you so damn much, baby. Thank you for giving me everything.”

You smiled while you lazily ran your fingers through his hair. “I love you more, Frankie… We’d better get cleaned up before someone comes looking for us.”

He groaned and reluctantly pulled out of you, his cock twitching as he watched your combined release spilling from your swollen folds. He walked to the en suite bathroom, returning with a damp cloth to wipe up your thighs, avoiding your messy center.

He didn’t give you a chance to reprimand him, pulling your panties back into place and chuckling at your face, twisted in mild discomfort. He ghosted his fingers over the wet spot developing on the fabric.“Nuh-uh, baby. Gotta keep you filled with me. Make sure it takes.”

You squinted at him before your face broke into a grin. “C’mere, handsome,” you mumbled, kissing him once more before straightening yourselves up and returning to the party, astounded that you managed to restore your pre-sexcapades appearance.

As the two of you joined family and friends at the table for dessert, Evelyn took notice that Frank only had one slice of pie and two cookies on his plate. Anyone who paid attention to Frank for more than two minutes knew he wasn’t a big sweets guy, preferring chips and dips to cakes and puddings.

“Is something wrong, Francis? Is there nothing you like?”

He smiled warmly as he squeezed your thigh under the table. “Oh, everything’s great,” he simpered, mocking her fake concern. He slid his hand up your thigh, slipping his fingers past the hem of your skirt. “I think I just overdid it on the stuffing.”

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[starryevermore]

the man you knew ✧ frank adler & andy barber

angst city™ library

pairing: frank adler x fem!reader; andy barber x fem!reader

summary: frank doesn’t realize he lost something good until it was too late, and andy isn’t the kind of man to give you up. 

word count: 3,496

warnings?: angst city™ bitch, frank’s a teensy bit of a jerk but he technically means well, mostly focused on frank and reader but andy's there too, the ending’s kind of bad but we’re going to pretend it’s not, not proofread

Dating you was like a breath of fresh air. While a lot of single women without kids of their own like to say that they would love a man with a kid, the truth of the matter was, not all of them were ready for that man to put his kid first. A lot of them expect Frank to hold them higher than Mary, but he was not that kind of man. Yes, he had his boundaries, and yes, he did make sure to take care of himself and his needs. But making sure that Mary grew up in a happy home and was able to live a normal life came before everything, and everyone, else. Nothing ever got in the way of that. And, an unfortunate side effect of that was his love life took a back burner. He’d tried a few times over the years to date someone, but it never worked out. 

So when he met you, he expected you to run the other way when you found out that Mary would always come first. But, surprisingly, you took it in stride. “I’d be fuckin’ pissed, Frank, if you didn’t put her first,” you snarked when he had to cancel a date because Mary needed him and, in the aftermath, he told you that she would always his number one girl. “You’re the only real family she’s got. She needs you more than I will. I’m a big girl—I can handle you putting your niece first.”

He fell for you even harder when you said that to him. He hadn’t done anything serious relationship-wise ever since he started taking care of Mary. But now, he was wanting you to become part of his life for real. To maybe introduce you to Mary when the relationship was serious enough. 

And he eventually did. 

Mary loved you to pieces. You’d stay over on the weekends, and he’d often wake up to Mary being back early from Roberta’s, baking cookies with you in the kitchen. You’d both be a mess, covered in flour, but dissolved into giggles, Mary looking happier than ever. And you’d both be pulling him over to decorate the cookies when they were out of the oven, acting like you were art critics as you both pretended to analyze whatever creation he came up with. 

He never wanted it to end. 

But, the longer you were together, the more he began to realize that he probably could never be all in with you. And the fact that he would always put Mary first suddenly weighed heavier than before. You deserved better. You deserved someone who put you first. Frank could never be that man. He swore he’d do things right by Mary. He...Fuck, he could just never be the kind of man that you deserved.

Which is what led him to where he was now, looking over at you as you were curled up in his bed, face nuzzled in the crook of his neck. His chest felt heavy as he looked at you, trying to figure out the best way to say what he wanted to say.

And yet, when it came down to it, he perhaps said it in the worst way possible—

“We need to break up.”

The second the words left his mouth, he knew he said the wrong thing. That this wasn’t what he wanted, not really. Seeing the way you lifted your head up to look at him, the way your face crumpled up, the tears welling up in your eyes, the shuddering breath you let out why you tried to figure out what to say—it hit Frank like a ton of bricks. This was not what he wanted at all.

“Why?” you whispered, as if you didn’t trust your voice to not go out if you screamed at him.

And Frank wished he could’ve backtracked. Wished he could’ve said he made a mistake in saying that damn sentence. But, his mouth worked faster than his brain. 

“You deserve someone better.”

“But you’re what I want,” you said. 

“I can never give you the love you deserve. I have Mary to think about. I need to be there for her, and I know that I can never give you the kind of attention you deserve to get.”

“I knew you would put Mary first when I started dating you, Frank...I don’t mind—”

“Don’t make this harder than it should be,” he said. “I just...There’s no place for you here.”

“There’s no...Oh.” Your brows furrowed together, Frank’s heart sinking as he realized he was hurting you far more than he was helping you. Slowly, you pulled away from him, swinging your legs over the side of the bed and beginning to rise to your feet. “I, um, I’ll get out of your hair then.”

“Wait, Y/N, that’s not what I—” he said, reaching out to grab at your arm. He felt cold now. He didn’t like feeling cold. 

You jerked away, crossing your arms over your chest. You turned away from him, starting to move towards the door. “I gotta go. If there’s anything of mine still here, just mail it back to me or something.”

“Y/N—”

“Take good care of Mary. If she...If she asks where I am, don’t...don’t say anything that’ll make her feel guilty. Can you promise me that?” you said. 

Of course you’d be concerned about Mary when he was breaking your heart. You were always so good to her. Frank was half-convinced that if he asked Mary what she thought of you, she’d say that you were one of her best friends. God, he was such a fucking idiot.

“I promise.”

He’d wanted to argue, to push back, but...The damage was done. There was nothing left to say that could make this better. He watched as you walked away, tears streaming down his face. God, he wanted to run after you so badly, but he couldn’t make himself do it. He broke your heart. There was no way to come back from that. 

In the morning, when Mary came back from Roberta’s, he struggled with how to break the news to her. How could he tell her that he forced you because of his own insecurities? That you would have rather been there with him, with them, but he acted like a fucking asshole and threw you out? 

“Did Y/N leave already?” Mary asked. “She said she’d take me to the zoo, and I was wondering if we could do that today.”

“No...No, she can’t,” he said. 

“Oh. Then tomorrow maybe?”

“No. You, uh...Y/N’s not gonna be around anymore.”

Her brows furrowed together. “What? Why? Did I do something wrong?”

Frank had Mary pulled into his arms in an instant. He already hurt you. He couldn’t hurt Mary. “No, kid, it’s not you. You were...Y/N loves you so much, but I...I had to let her go.”

“Why? Don’t you love her?”

“I do, and that’s why I had to let her go...She deserved to be with someone better.”

“But she loves you, too! Isn’t that enough?”

“It’s so much more complicated than that,” he said, his cheek resting on the top of Mary’s head. “I just...I didn’t want her to feel like I couldn’t put her first. ‘Cause I can’t. And she deserved someone who could.”

“What did she think?” Mary sniffled. 

“I...I didn’t ask.”

“Well you should’ve!” she said, starting to wiggle her way out of his arms, pushing against his chest, trying to get as far away as possible. “I like having her around! And she liked being around too!”

She finally wrenched herself out of Frank’s arms, storming off to her bed. She climbed under the covers, pulling her blanket over her head, pretending that she didn’t feel the bed dip when Frank sat on the edge, trying to apologize.

“Go away!” she said. “I don’t wanna see you.”

And, just like that, he’d done the one thing he never wanted to do. He’d hurt both of his girls. 

Moving on from Frank wasn’t easy. You once thought that he’d be the man you’d marry. Apparently, he didn’t see the same future. He didn't see any future with him. He was content with casting you aside, acting as if you meant nothing to him or to Mary. When you’d gotten back to your home that day, you wondered if he’d said anything to Mary, asked her how she felt. You’d wager “no”, if you had to. It seemed like he was looking out for himself first and foremost. 

Nevertheless, you tried. You put in a good faith effort. It’s just...living in the same town as your ex, passing by all of the places that used to belong to the two of you, was difficult. Everywhere you went, you saw Frank. In the figurative sense, of course. But, even when you did see him, catch his eye from across the grocery store, it still took everything in you to not fall apart. 

So when your job wanted to relocate you to Boston, you knew what you had to do. You had to go. Even though Boston was marked with Frank, too, at least you didn’t have any personal memories with him there. It would be easier to pretend that he hadn’t hurt you the way he did. 

Boston was better for you. Your heart didn’t feel as heavy. You didn’t feel like you were just going through the motions of it all. You carved out a little hole for yourself, found a nice apartment that you decorated just to your liking. (Though, if you were being honest with yourself, you did go a tad overboard but...home’s home, and you reasoned that it was the most important place you’d be so you deserved it.) 

You established a nice routine for yourself. Work through the day Monday through Friday. Most evenings, you’d retire to your apartment, find some cheesy show to watch, enjoy a nice glass of wine. Maybe a puzzle if you were feeling adventurous. Friday nights, though, you’d treat yourself to a night out. There was a bar across the street from where you worked, and your coworkers would go there as a celebration of making it through another week of being a cog in the capitalist machine. It was a nice stress relief. And it kept you from slipping into the sad, lonely thoughts that would plague your mind if you allowed yourself to be alone for too long. 

It was there that you met Andy.

Andy...He made you feel light. Like you didn’t have to shield parts of yourself a way, like you didn't have to put on an act and pretend that you were some happy, upbeat version of yourself. You could be vulnerable with him. 

He had broken, shattered, pieces too. For the first few weeks you were in Boston, you’d sit beside each other at the bar, trading snarky comments about some of the louder, more obnoxious patrons. Slowly, you started talking about work. Andy was a lawyer, worked at the DA’s office for a while up in Newton, but moved down to Boston a few years back. Started working in estate planning, trusts, wills—that sort of thing. It wasn’t his most favorite area, but he got tired of constantly being in a court room, of constantly being on his A game. It was a lucrative area, though, so he couldn’t complain about the paycheck. 

A few months into your weekly chats, you opened up enough to start seeing each other more regularly. You both were busy a lot of the time, sometimes having conflicting schedules, but you always made time for each other. Often, that meant spending time in your home or his, drinking wine, ranting about the stupidity of work. But, over time, it evolved into you curling into his side, pressing kisses along his jaw as he practically purred about how you were so good to him, that he’d never let you go.

By the time he asked you to be his, you knew there was only one answer: yes. You were still hurting over Frank, but Andy...He made you look forward to the future. And that was something you’d never want to let go. You never wanted it to be ruined. 

Life, though, seemed to have other plans. 

It took one year, two months, and fourteen days for Frank to crack. He’d heard from one of your friends that you’d moved to Boston, that you moved on from him. And he’d tried to be happy for you, tried to pretend that it didn’t feel like someone drove a dagger through his heart when he found out. But, he couldn’t stop himself from buying the next plane ticket to Boston, dropping of Mary at Roberta’s, ready to run right to you.

“You shouldn’t do this,” Roberta said as Mary flipped through her DVD collection, trying to find something to watch. “That girl’s moved on. She’s happy. Don’t ruin that.”

“I’m not going to...I just, I have to let her know I made a mistake.”

“She already knows you made a mistake.” She shook her head at him, her displeasure written clearly across her face. “You broke her heart. Probably made her feel like she was nothing to you. Imagine how she’s gonna feel when you waltz up to her and beg for forgiveness. If I was her, I’d squash you like the bug you are.”

“I love her.”

“But that wasn’t enough for you, was it?”

“I wanted her in my life. I still do. But I thought she deserved better—”

“And she’s found better. Leave her be.” Roberta stared at him, before letting out a sigh. “You’re still go down there, ain’t ya?”

“I just need to see her one last time.”

“Well, don’t be surprised when she slams the door in your face.”

You weren’t the one to slam the door in his face, though, when he got to your apartment. 

In fact, you weren’t even home. 

Your boyfriend was. 

The man that stood on the other side of the door way was just a few inches taller than Frank, and he used every inch to tower over him. But Frank wasn’t the kind of man to be easily intimidated. He came here on a mission, and he was going to see it through. 

“Is Y/N home?” Frank asked. 

“Depends. Who’re you?” the man asked. 

“I could ask you the same question.” Except, Frank knew that the man was Andy Barber, the lucky man who’d won your heart. And Frank was willing to bet that Andy knew who he was, too. Two could play this game. 

Andy looked Frank up and down, before finally saying, “Alright, I’ll cut to the chase. Why the hell are you here?”

“So you know who I am.”

“Yeah, I know you’re the idiot who took Y/N’s heart, crumpled it up, and threw it back in her face ‘cause you wanted an easy way of the relationship.”

“That’s not how it went.”

“Oh? So you didn’t break her heart? Is that what you’re saying?” Andy raised a brow. “Because she told me what happened. How you said there was no place for her in your life. That you couldn’t even look her in the fucking eye when you told her to go. That you had the fucking audacity to act like you were doing her a favor—”

“I was doing her a favor!” Frank snapped. “At least I thought I was. I could never put her first, and I knew she deserved better than that. She’s a fucking angel, and she deserved someone who’d treat her like the treasure she is—”

“So why didn’t you? Because it sounds to me like you just decided it was too hard. That you decided she wasn’t worth putting in the work. I’ve been there. I know how hard it is to raise a kid and have a healthy love life, but I worked every day to make sure that everyone was loved and that they knew it.”

“And how’d that work out for you?”

It was a low blow, and Frank knew it. But he couldn’t help himself. Looking at Andy, he saw everything he could’ve had if he wasn’t such a moron. Andy had everything Frank could’ve wanted. Andy had you. And Frank could never forgive himself for the mistakes that he made.

But before Andy could land a blow himself, Frank was stumbling, a force knocking against his shoulder, brushing past him like he wasn’t even there. For a moment, Frank was ready to shout, to fight back, but god...It felt like the wind had been knocked out of him when he saw you walking into your apartment.

“Y/N?” he breathed out, like he couldn’t believe you were in front of him.

You looked back, mock surprise washing over your face. “Oh. You’re here.”

“I’m so sorry—”

“Yeah, I’m sorry you’re here, too. Why are you even here? Didn’t you make it perfectly clear that you didn't want me in your life?”

If he didn’t know you so well, he’d think you were completely unaffected by his presence. But he could see the way your lip wobbled. He could see the tears you were trying to hold back. And it took everything in him to not surge forward, pull you into his arms, hold you as you cried. 

That wasn’t his job anymore, though. 

He’d given that up.

So, instead, he stood still, trying to wrack his brain for the right words to say. Everything that he’d rehearsed on the flight to Boston was erased from his mind. He couldn’t think of anything, except for how stupid he is. “I made a mistake,” he started.

“I did, too.”

“I—what?”

“I should’ve never let you take me out on a date, Frank Adler. I should’ve ran the other way the second you tried to butt your way into my life. I should’ve listened to my friends when they said they’d heard whispers about how you were a heartbreaker, how you couldn’t let any woman into your life. But instead, I was an idiot who thought I should give you a chance. That maybe there was more to you, maybe I could fix you. But there’s no fixing a man like you. Not when men like you decide that you’re happier being broken.”

“Y/N—”

“I’m speaking. And you’ll do well to listen,” you snapped. “I once thought that you could never hurt me. And you know, the Frank I knew probably never would. The Frank I knew was a good man, rough around the edges, sure. But he had a heart of gold. He loved his niece, wanted the best life possible for her. And I loved that about him. I loved how he put everything he had into making sure she knew she was loved. I loved how he put her first. And I still love that. Because I’ve been on the other side of that, I’ve been on Mary’s side. I know how much it hurts to feel like the person raising you couldn’t care less about you. And I saw you, being so good to her, and I thought you were a good man.” 

He reached out, stumbling forward, wanting to take you into his arms, to wipe away your tears. But you only took a step back. You weren’t his to comfort anymore. 

“The Frank I knew was a good man. The Frank I knew wouldn’t hurt me like you did. The Frank I knew wouldn’t come running back to shit on my happiness the second I’m doing better. The Frank I knew loved me, and I don’t have a fucking clue what you did with him.” You grabbed at Andy’s hand, tugging him further into the apartment. “And I don’t ever want to see you again. Because you’re not the Frank I knew, and I want absolutely nothing to do with you anymore. You said you had no place for me in your life. Fine. But you gotta live with that. You made your bed, now you gotta lie in it.”

And before Frank could say anything else, you slammed the door in his face, the lock clicking a moment later. 

This wasn’t what Frank wanted. 

But, this was what he deserved. 

So, he turned, slowly walking out of the apartment building, knowing now that he was, in fact, the biggest idiot the world had ever seen. He’d once had everything he could’ve ever wanted, but he had to be the idiot who screwed it up for himself. And now he had to live with the consequences.

He wanted you to find someone who deserved you, and you did. And that man was not, and never would be, Frank. 

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[onsunnyside]

𝙁.𝘼. – Smut

mostly PWP; one shots, drabbles, headcanons.

Read the warnings for each fic.

Organized by author.

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Kinktober Day 4: Breeding Kink w/Frank Adler

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[montcumbry-gaytor]

UPDATE ON WRITING

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OKAY SO

I NEED TO MAKE A LIST OF WHAT IM MAKING SO FAR SO THAT PEOPLE CAN KNOW AND MORE IMPORTANTLY SO I CAN MOTIVATE MYSELF TO WRITE

Gabriel Reyes|Reaper x AMAB!Reader smut

Jack Morrison|Soldier 76 x AMAB!Reader smut

Russel Adler x AMAB!Reader smut

Alex Mason x AMAB!Reader x Frank woods smut

IN THAT ORDER, GABRIELS IS COMING OUT VERY SOON AND UUHHH THAT IS ALL

[animefreak1145]

The Golden Band(Adler x Bell!Reader)(Oneshot)

Word Count: 11.2k

Summary: Adler is beginning to notice that Bell has a growing fixation on certain objects and actions.

A married couple. A doting mother to her child. The pauses towards jewelry stores when they pass them.

And all he can think is: Shit.

Warnings/Tags: Mature Warning, 1983, Established!Adler x Bell, Hints of Woods x Bell, Implied Sexual Content, Some Sexual Content, Past!Brainwashing, Post!Solovetsky, Pre!1984 Events, Fluff

A/N: This was supposed to be 3k or 6k at most. This is a bad habit. Enjoy!

Russian Translation:

My love- моя любовь(moya lyubov)

Handsome—красивый (krasivyy)

Beautiful—красивая (krasivaya)

Russell—Рассел (Rassel)

My Russell- мой Рассел (moy)

My dear Russell-голубушка, рассел (galoobooshka Rassel)

Sweetheart- лапушкаka (lapooshka)

My Sweetheart- моя лапушкаka (moya lapooshka)

Baby- крошка (kroshka)

Shit-дерьмо (der’mo)

Good morning-доброе утро (dobroye utro)

Thank you-Спасибо (spasibo)

Adler awoke to his ringing alarm with a grunt, the sound grinding his ears and making you give a disgruntled closed mouth groan beside him. You turned to face him as he turned it off, blinking his eyes blearily and automatically wrapping an arm around your waist as you laid your head on his shoulder near his neck and a hand to his chest, your breath slowly coming out from deep sleep. The curtains of their room still hid the darkness of the upcoming morning, that and it is still the hour of dawn as Adler laid on his back, rubbing your waist that was covered by his shirt from last night. Adler leaned his head atop yours, glancing at your form with eyes still in the sleepy haze and soft as they roved at how his turtleneck seemed to swallow you and how your hair was up and awry with an affectionate tired smile.

You always seemed to enjoy his turtleneck, as evidenced by last night. He inhaled you deeply just as you sighed, the breath hitting his neck and him giving you a small peck to your temple before checking the time again with a squint of his eyes and sighing at what he saw. He shifted under you slightly, you releasing another petulant sound from the back of your throat even when he grazed a kiss to your ear and hand lowering to rub at your bare thighs from under the covers.

“Time to get up, sweetheart,” he said, voice thick with sleep and feeling dry even with clearing his throat and giving you another but firmer kiss to the side of your head with your disheveled hair. You frowned with a sleepy whine, nuzzling against his neck and wrapping your arms around him and getting half on top of him which made him chuckle good naturedly as he rubbed your bare skin of your leg. Bell always hates the morning. “We can’t be late,” he said and giving your thigh a squeeze before slowly shifting out from under you and the air immediately attacking him after sitting up and the warmth from you disappeared. “I’ll set the coffee up while you get a few more minutes.”

Once he finished up with the coffee, you eventually went down the stairs, your hair still up and your eyes squinting everywhere like an upset cat with his shirt reaching the top of your upper thighs and leaving little to the imagination. He passed you your mug how you liked it when you reached the kitchen counter, you grabbing it with a mumbled “Спасибо” in thanks, the spasibo sounding slurred. You taking a sip, a lazy smile on your lips and eyes brightening like they always do when he does your coffee right. He doesn’t know why, the way you like it is simple although high blood sugar inducing. He’s not one who forgets.

You leaned up to give him a kiss, but due to you still awakening you missed and got the corner of his lips on his scarred side instead, his lips quirked all the same.

Cute.

“доброе утро,” you greeted, before moving onto cook both of them a quick breakfast like always, him giving the greeting back and calling you lapooshka, ‘sweetheart’ in your mother tongue just how you like it as you hummed. Giving him his plate before settling next to him with your own as he gave his thanks while putting a hand to your bare knee, the other to his utensils and his eyes to the newspaper to read anything he’s missed while they quietly ate.

After they finished and went to get dressed, you called his name from their bathroom as he was about to put on his tie, his shirt still not fully buttoned as he went to check on you. Only to see you in your underwear while scrutinizing yourself in the mirror. His eyes roved down, him moving to lean against the doorframe as he stared in appreciation gleaming in his eyes.

“Called for me?”

“Yes, I called for you. Look what happened,” you pointed at the slope of your neck, his eyes going towards it before seeing what you meant as you put a hand to your face. “How am I supposed to hide that? I don’t think I have a collar high enough to do it. . .”

Adler shrugged, eyes canvassing the other marks left on your body due to him.

“You can always wear a turtleneck.” You shot him an unamused look which just made his lips upturn to a smirk. “Don’t know why you’re looking at me like that. You’re not the only one who has to deal with it.” Your eyes wandered to his neck where his collar was still open, eyes widening in realization with a small ‘oh’ and a hint of a smile that he caught. Him coming towards you and trapping you against the sink with your chest to his as you asked what he was doing hands to his chest, his lips grazing your own as he answered. “Nothing. Just find it funny you’re here complaining while I’m planning to wear mine like a badge of honor.”

You shook your head, laughing when he did a light kiss to the mark and putting your hands from his chest to behind his neck.

“You can be such an ass.”

You did a light squeal when he put you atop the sink, hands on your thighs once more and doing an appreciative squeeze.

“Only the special kind for you, sweetheart,” he toned lowly to your ear as you shivered before he gave you a kiss to your lips, tasting you and you doing the same before you pulled back to lay your forehead against his, eyes staring at him with a humored gleam.

“Who’s making who late now?”

He huffed at you, before letting you go after a nip to your sassy mouth. Eventually the both of you getting dressed and Adler telling you to just use one of your turtlenecks, he can find an excuse for you that you’ve been feeling cold lately if anyone says anything to the more casual wear when it comes to Langley. The both of you left and arrived in Langley, separating to their separate floors with a hand squeeze and than they were off. At least until lunch.

Adler focused on his work, going through files and possible evidence of what Perseus—which they have figured out is more an organization than a man—might be planning next and where. Except he noticed his mood was a bit lighter than usual as he smoked his cigarette and scanned words and events. Still feeling the focus and need to catch the fuckers, but his shoulders feel less tense. It’s something he began to take note of after he and Bell got together after wise time apart after Solovetsky, but he feels the power you have over him stronger today for some reason.

At the thought of your pouting face due to the hickey on your neck, he smirked around his cigarette and it still remained even after exhaling the smoke.

Others noted the change around him as of late, but no one dared to ask. At least the ones here. Except for the one.

“You’re looking chipper this morning,” called out Hudson as he stood in the open door frame of Adler’s office. Adler doing a distracted hum, putting out his cigarette and motioned for Hudson to come in for whatever he wants. Because it sure isn’t about his mood. The man just isn’t like that, which Adler can respect. Always straight to the point and focused on the mission more than a hawk in a hunt for it’s chosen quarry. Hudson closed the door, but stayed standing as he stood in front of his desk and handing him a file that Adler took easily. “Some of our team had discovered a string of operations that Perseus had planned in our side of the yard so to speak,” Hudson nodded at the files, crossing his arms as Adler’s lips pressed together, seeing the cities that are clearly of the United States as he flipped through the papers. “The string, as one can imagine, leads us back to Europe. Where some of our agents that are in NATO are already starting to set up there.”

“You said had,” Adler noted, putting down the file and glancing up at the man with his trusted aviators. “Does that mean those operations already happened or we were able to find future ones?”

Hudson released a heavy sigh Adler felt his light mood slowly start to fade.

Hudson began to explain the string found in different facilities from training facilities to some prison transports were ones that already occurred. And they could not find information of more that could happen in their soil, but they’re currently working on it when Adler questioned him. As well as answering on where does this leave Adler since Hudson brought this up.

“Due to all this, and the NATO team needing a guiding hand since Perseus’s main focus seems to be there, I’m planning on sending you to Europe.” Adler tipped his head forward in a semblance of a nod, figuring as much. Hudson’s expression seemed to shift as his gaze focused down on him as he stood, dropping his arms down to his sides. “Bell is staying here.”

Adler cocked a careful brow over his aviators, leaning back against his chair.

“Didn’t expect her to.” He never expects you to follow him everywhere. However, he does trust your skill set particularly. “But I expect you’re leaving her here for a reason?”

“She’s important in decoding the next possible string of operations Perseus has planned,” Hudson explained, tone neutral yet Adler couldn’t help but let his lips twitch. Of course Hudson praises you outside your hearing. Odd how if it’s just decoding that he needs you here though. He can spot Hudson’s eyes narrow at his humor behind his dark shades but continues. “Not only the ones here, but also for the ones in Europe and I’m planning to send her to the ones in the States once she unearths their plans.”

Adler hummed, seeing the need for you to stay.

“Someone sounds confident.” Hudson didn’t give much a reaction besides a mild curl of the lip at Adler’s pleased amusement. Adler than straightened, leaning forward on the desk and looking at the file once more. “Leaving her here and having me leave to a shitty safehouse. Should I be concerned about the distance?” He knows that his decision back than has been respected, eventually anyways with Hudson and his crabby attitude while Black’s was more cool silence with equally cool words. The change is evidenced by Hudson actually giving you credit, but never to your face. You look at Adler like he grew a second head each time he tells you when it’s just them Hudson actually gave you a compliment, face doubtful. At Hudson’s lack of reaction besides giving him an unamused look, Adler continued. “When’s my flight exactly?”

“A month.” At Adler’s eyes darting to his in question at the length, Hudson gave him a careful look. “It will give enough time for you to finish up what you have here for the time being since you just arrived a few days ago. And it’s enough time for Bell to decode the operation.”

So he hasn’t given it to Bell yet? But that’s not what he focused on. Hudson is acting oddly, Adler observed with a slight crinkle to his brow as he looked up at the man.

“I’m gathering it’s going to be a long operation.”

He didn’t say it like a question. Hudson nodded.

“You’re going to be in Europe for awhile. We need your eyes back up there.” It’s not surprising and Adler wants to go as quickly as possible to stop Perseus but he can recognize what Hudson’s trying to do. And it’s off putting to say the least. Hudson spotted Adler’s scrutiny, releasing a small huff out his nose. “I’m not blind, Adler. I, as well as everyone else here, can see how you and Bell have this. . .magnetizing bond,” the man settled with a motion of his hand as Adler stared. “But you and I both understand what’s at stake, Russ. I’ll give you what you need till than.”

Hudson hit his head and thinks the sky is purple. That’s the only explanation for the man’s rare kindness. Despite the man eventually accepting Bell, and even a harder time accepting him and Bell together, the man still won’t what someone might call their biggest fan in being a couple.

Once Hudson motioned for him to come with him to hand Bell the files, with his planned lunch break with you near either way, they walked through the halls and elevator till they were in your department. Only to see you not at your desk and talking to a woman who had a kind smile on her face, a bag in her hands as you did a motion to the elevators they just came out of. Adler heard Hudson’s breath hitch next to him.

“Jenny?”

The woman turned her face away from yours, the both of you now facing the two men as the others in the office openly stared with a mix of grins and smiles on their faces.

The woman’s smile, if possible, brightened more and lit up her face.

“Jason!” She went straight towards the shocked man, giving him a hug which he reciprocated after the shock going away at seeing his wife here. Adler stepped aside, instead focusing on you and his mood lightening once more, stepping to your side as you gave him an acknowledging soft glance before focusing back on the pair as he did the same, Hudson questioning on Jenny’s appearance at his work. “Oh please! I wanted to surprise you. Here,” the woman handed him the bag she had, which Hudson opened, seemed too at a loss to think to take this to a more private setting for once and revealed quite an expensive watch as the man could only stare. The woman wrung her hands nervously, a smile on her face. “You like it? I saw you staring at it once and I just felt it would be perfect for today of all days.”

He heard Bell murmur something about the woman saying to you about being Hudson’s wife, which he confirmed as he stood next to you, brushing his arm against yours as you leaned against a desk. You whispering to him once more you didn’t expect such a woman for someone like Hudson, which Adler chuckle good naturedly and about to reply only for Hudson to seem to snap out of his stupor and stare at his wife before grabbing her waist and giving her a kiss. The office whooped at that, seeing someone like Hudson like that a rarity and even Adler showed his surprise as his brows rose as you gasped softly next to him.

Hudson pulled away from the kiss, giving everyone a heated glare as his wife’s head leaned against his chest, his hand to her neck to hold her there.

“What’s got all of you gawking?” He asked sharply. “Get back to work! Now!”

No one had to be told twice, heads bowing and scurrying to their desks. You and Adler still stared though, as Hudson gave his thanks to his wife with a small peck to the forehead and her eyes glimmering lovingly up at him as she told him ‘Happy Anniversary.’

Well, that explains it. No wonder Hudson is acting nice.

Seeing that Hudson was distracted, Adler turned towards you to ask what you would want to eat for lunch only for you to have a dazed look in your eye as you stared at Hudson and his wife. Lost in thought.

“So even Hudson can look like that. . .”

Adler glanced at the couple before turning towards you, giving a light shrug and putting an arm behind you on the desk you were leaning against.

“That man has a heart. Just buried under the need to be an ass as well as having a stick up his own.”

You pulled your lips between your teeth, distracted.

“They just—they look real happy. You should’ve seen Mrs. Hudson when she came in here. Wanting someone to guide her to his office. Even saying he probably won’t like her in here but she didn’t want to wait anymore.”

Adler turned his gaze to you, giving a hum in acknowledgment at your words as he stared down at you. Something tugging on his mind and gut about you acting strangely.

“It is their Anniversary.”

You repeated the word in a low quiet murmur, to yourself as you bowed your head to look at the ground and played with the collar of your turtleneck. And than he saw it, his mind stopping as he stiffened as if ice poured over him, noticing the interesting way your lips pulled into a hopeful ardor smile and how your eyes had a look where you were seeing something that wasn’t here.

The empty space of his ring finger that’s been bare for years burned.

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Adler did his best to ignore what he saw that day, because he does not know how to tell Bell it’s something that he’s done and now it’s gone. But incidents kept occurring, incidents he now noticed that he realizes there were past ones, where he would see that interesting unique look you had when a hint of commitment is being shown. Or of a future that actually doesn’t involve both of them constantly leaving in missions, which he will have to do in a few weeks time.

He hasn’t told you yet, even when Hudson gave you the files you need to decode that day, too distracted and trying to find a way to have a talk with you. Because this is integral to talk about.

But than you would make stray comments when they watched T.V. for once, about couples in whatever show and movie on. Like The Great Gasby, as you leaned on his shoulder on the couch with his arm around you with a blanket over both of them.

“I just don’t understand why Daisy just leaves Gatsby like that,” you grumble on his shoulder, mad at the woman who basically had a hand in Gatsby’s ruin. “She clearly loved him but she chose to be with that horrible дерьмо like Tom instead.”

Adler thought of the plot, staring at how Gatsby’s played by Robert Redford(he remembers the first time you saw the actor, you got excited and called him Adler’s twin. He doesn’t see it. You called him the better twin either way.) floated in the reddening pool. He put a hand to your head, fingers caressing your hair.

“She chose what she wished. Some people are just set in their ways. Even love can’t change that.”

Adler looked down at you, only to see your eyes swim with pity at the screen and making Adler’s mouth quietly shut at what he wanted to bring up.

“That’s so sad,” you say with sympathy before turning your head to look directly at him with a smile. “Good thing you weren’t quite set in yours, right?” You pecked his cheek and Adler did his best to not let his growing guilt show by keeping his face carefully neutral.

Another time was when they both got out of work, two of you gathering groceries only for your attention to be grabbed as they walked through the aisles with his tease fresh to you about to not make your solyanka dish too sour this time but your eyes turned distracted towards a crying child at the end of the aisle. The mother, he imagines, kneeled in front of the kid. Telling him sweet words they can get something later and if he would want ice cream instead after they finish here. The child, wet with tears and snot, did a loud sniffle with a hand to his face before nodding slightly. The mother breaking out into a smile, the child doing a shaky one as well before grabbing his mother’s outstretched hand and continued their shopping.

Adler stared at the two a moment longer, before glancing down at you. And you had that look to you again, as you leaned against the shopping cart with a hand holding your head. A distant yet wistful look, one that looked eerily similar to how you looked at him back than—before he wisened up and finally was able to confess.

“Kids sure can get rowdy at that age,” he decided to comment, grabbing an item from the shelves as if to look at it but his eyes were on you under his glasses. “But also easy to please. Reminds me of someone.”

You blinked, shooting him a look of offense with no heat. It made him smirk at you with a cocked brow.

“Ass,” you called, trying to hold back a smile and failing before looking at the item in his hand and asking if he wanted pickles. Adler putting it back with a shake of his head that maybe they can have a barbecue one day to buy it. You accepted the excuse easily, moving the cart but you had that look again before you glanced at him with a small smile. “That implies you’re good with kids, doesn’t it?”

He tilted his head. Guess it does.

“Not exactly, sweetheart. Kids can be hard to handle. Even for me.”

You snorted, raising an eyebrow at him in disbelief as they moved to another aisle and passed others.

“America’s Monster defeated by a child’s teary face and toys being thrown at him? What would people think?” He put a hand under your chin, making you momentarily stop with the cart as he gave you a gentle but silencing kiss. You looked at him oddly when he pulled back. “What was that?”

He shot you a ghost of a smile, teasing.

“Can’t exactly hear what people may think if the one who knows is too busy with her mouth doing other things.”

He really wants you to drop it.

You thankfully fell for the bait with a loud gasp in mock anger, smacking his shoulder with a call of his name that you use in your accent but you were open in a way where he wants to make sure you always keep it. After everything. Especially after everything.

The pit in his stomach only rose.

Growing after comments that seem innocent enough but Adler knows how little meaningless comments can actually be anything but. With purpose and thought, no matter how slight. Sometimes it’s not even comments, it’s how you would have that stare that looked faraway, looking like as if you were biting the inside of your cheek as you did so. A look in your eyes when they passed by a jewelry store and you looking a little too long. It looked too much like before.

But, like you, he seems to be following a similar pattern on how he acted before.

He still hasn’t told you about the mission he’ll be leaving for. It’s been two weeks done and gone.

The pit that was rising in his stomach dropped suddenly, when you answered a phone call to their landline. Your face instantly brightening to an excited grin.

“Frank!”

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You felt like your grin was too wide on your cheeks, but you didn’t care.

Frank’s call revealed that he’s back down here for awhile, him being gone for a long period of time and wants to play catch up with you and Russell. After you asked if Alex could join like old times, Frank asked you in mock offense if he’s just fucking chopped liver. You denying it with a laugh as Russell listened in, his face neutral as Frank answered through the receiver that Alex just wants to spend time with his family which you understood. You were trying to think on what day and time they can all meet up before Russell casually took the phone from you, greeting Frank cooly before saying they should call up Sims to see too so they can all get together. Something that made you bounce more in excitement when the plans were forming.

Russell rose a brow at you but stayed silent next to you as they sat in the bustling but quieting diner in downtown that had leaves from fall sporadically in the streets, managing to get the table as lunch rush was slowing down as they waited for Frank and Sims.

“Someone’s excited,” he commented.

You turned your smile towards him, Adler could’ve been blinded if he wasn’t careful, even with his shades. But you couldn’t help it! It’s been so long since they’ve seen Frank!

“Of course I am! How long has it been? Six or seven months? It’s hard to get us all together like this.” You sighed, leaning against your seat as you felt Russell’s arm behind you on the booth shift so you could sit more comfortably with his hand grazing your shoulder. “Shame though that Alex couldn’t make it. It’d be like a whole reunion—well, except Park. But it’d be a CIA reunion if he could’ve came.”

Russell shrugged lightly next to you, idly watching behind his shades the waitresses and waiters come and go as well as some of the lingering customers in the other tables.

“He’s got a lot in his hands. Besides, of course he’ll choose his family immediately when he comes back. He already spends enough of his time in missions,” Russell said, before shaking his head. “It’s a lot to balance. Especially in our kind of work. It’s amazing he can do it at all.”

You frowned, glancing at Russell before looking away.

“Right. . .”

Hearing your pensive tone, Russell turned a questioning look towards you. He sighed, moving to check his watch as he muttered that Sims should’ve came by now.

You looked around the diner, before practically jumping out your seat as you spotted who came into the restaurant and walking towards the booth—or rather, sauntering.

“Frank!” You would’ve knocked the man over from your hug if the man was smaller, but all he did was do a surprised grunt and a hearty chuckle as he slowly returned the hug around your shoulders.

“Damn Bell,” he said to your ear before he pulled back just as you did, his hands on your shoulders as he did an amused grin underneath his scruffily trimmed beard. Your hands were still on his shoulders that were covered with a dark gray jacket and underneath having a blue and white plaid shirt with jeans to match the outfit and black boots. “If I didn’t know any better, you were aiming to do a pinning move on me.”

You laughed, stepping back as Russell stepped over—him standing up soon after you got out your seat and watching the interaction with an unreadable look on his face besides an amused arch of the brow at Frank’s words.

Frank’s eyes focused on Russell, his grin settling into more of a coy smirk as he stepped forward

“If ain’t Russell fuckin Adler.” He reached a hand that Russell took firmly and with a twitch of scarred lips. “Still got those glasses glued to your face. When you gonna get that looked at?”

“Around the same time you get that bush for a beard looked at,” Russell retorted easily, making Frank snort and you lightly laugh.

The three of you settled back into the booth, interestingly Russell wishing to you to take the inside instead of him. You just give him a questioning glance, Russell only giving you an answering stare before you went in and Russell put his arm behind you again with his hand brushing against the curve of your neck and shoulder. The three of you began to talk about the past few months with only a comment from Frank that he’s surprised Sims didn’t make it before him with Russell checking his watch again with a frown before you stated that he probably got stuck in traffic or something. The three of you ordered only drinks, wishing to wait for Sims until they ordered as they lightly conversed about the work you and Russell were doing with Perseus. From your coding and Russell’s watchful reading until they get deployed for another mission.

You took note that Russell wanted to move on from them towards Frank, sitting across in the middle as he loudly scoffed and leaned back against his seat, arms spread wide with ankle atop his knee.

“Same old, same old with me. Sticking bullets in heads that need a little metal in their brains to stop being little shits.”

“I don’t think that helps them stop being shits, though,” you say, grinning as Russell started to play with a piece of your hair by your neck and Frank snorted again with a matching grin of his own as he leaned forward against the table.

“Ain’t that the truth. Still stink up the place too somehow with their fellow rats that just love to fuck everyone and everything around them.”

Russell turned his eyes towards Frank.

“Heard you were dealing with cartels in Nicaragua. A growing name keeps coming up there.” Frank met Russell’s gaze and away from your own as Russell took a sip of his drink, twirling a strand of your hair lazily, before continuing, “Menendez. Thought that was handled before?”

Frank shrugged.

“It’s his son.” Russell hummed in attention but Frank continued with another half shrug. “Hopefully he doesn’t do something stupid like his old man. He’s lucky to be even fuckin’ alive. But I wasn’t there for that—they may be trying to rise back again but there’s plenty of others that are on top that are making too much of a mess.”

Russell nodded as you listened, before he checked his watch with the hand that was playing with your hair before sighing and looking between the two of you.

“I’m gonna call Sims. He’s taking too long.” He gave your shoulder a squeeze before sliding out the booth with a subtle nod to Frank and stepped out the diner, already dialing on the large clunky phone he took out his pocket and standing outside the diner.

“Weird how Sims is taking a bit,” you comment with a concerned frown. You hope he’s alright. His flight landed earlier based on the earlier call so it’s not that.

You stared at Russell’s back, favorite tan jacket facing you as he stood out in the sidewalk with the phone.

“I’m sure he’s fine. Maybe he can’t make it.” Your frowned deepened at that as you turned back to Frank who took a sip of his beer, knowing Russell would want to see his best friend. Frank lowered the bottle, putting his attention towards you. “How are you, Bell?”

Your lips turned up into a half smile.

“Thought you already asked me that.”

Frank waved his hand flippantly.

“That was work shit. I ain’t here to keep talking about stuff I live through every day. How are you?”

You chuckled at his words but felt the warmth behind them. Despite Frank’s at times vulgar words and brash attitude, he cares deeply for the ones he chooses. You always appreciated that about him.

“I’m fine,” you say, leaning in against the table with crossed arms. “I like it when it’s quiet and just in one place for once that’s longer than just a week.”

“Ain’t that the truth.” Frank looked over at you, gaze traveling from your content face to the strand Russell was playing with out from its style to your hands before looking up again with a teasing grin rising on his lips. “And how are you and Robert Redford’s twin over there? Only about amount of time till you actually can hear church bells and everybody gets to throw rice at you saps.”

Your expression turned strained as you looked away, quickly trying to hide it by raising a hand to lean on your head with fingers hiding your mouth as you looked back at the entrance of the diner to see Russell begin to pace some as he spoke on the phone.

Frank noticed, his brows furrowing.

“Hey,” he called with his gravel voice as you looked back at him, frowning under his beard at your somber expression. “Hey, what’s wrong? You guys fighting or something? He sure didn’t act like it. . .” Frank muttered lowly to himself with a glance towards the entrance as you shook your head and sighed, dropping your head against your hands. He looked back at you, leaning forward against the table as he gripped his beer. “Okay, than what? He better be treating you right, Bell. Especially after everything.”

Frank’s tone had a hint of danger mixed with protectiveness which you didn’t blink at. Frank and Alex were pissed when they found out about what happened to you—they already were protective before but those two seemed to have increased it after that. They were bewildered like everyone else when you and Russell decided to tell everyone about you two, that you both got together. You guys aren’t exactly a rom com couple. But they, like everyone else, saw you guys loved each other despite what happened before.

“It’s just. . .” You sighed, as you closed your eyes and continued holding your head. “. . . I don’t think Russell wants to marry me.”

“He doesn’t want to what?! Why?”

“I just don’t think he doesn’t want to marry.” You lifted your head slightly, looking at Frank’s bewildered and irritated scowl. “He’s. . . been acting weird. I’ve been throwing hints for awhile and I think he’s noticed.”

“Like what kind of hints?”

You released a breath, lifting your head as you leaned it back against the seat.

“Just—you know, how certain married couples look. Certain scenes in movies. Random families with kids or even me pausing to look at a jewelry store.” Your gaze looked at Frank’s sobered expression, his brows furrowed as he looked down at the table . “He knows. He tries to change the subject or distract me and thinks I don’t notice. I just. . .don’t even try to bring it up. I can understand why he wouldn’t want to.”

Frank’s gaze darted towards yours.

“Why he—why he wouldn’t want to? Why wouldn’t he want to. . .?! Nothing’s wrong with you, Bell—“

“That’s not it,” you cut off softly. “I know it’s not me. I just. . . think he doesn’t want to do that again.”

Frank’s expression soured once more, his eyes moving towards the entrance to find Russell again only to mutter a curse. You followed his gaze to see that Russell wasn’t there. Something must’ve happened. Russell would’ve told you though.

Maybe he just started pacing for longer steps?

You frowned, thinking that odd only to blink when Frank stood and motioned his head and hand for you to take to rise out your seat.

“Come on,” he says at your confused look, a sharp grin growing on his lips that spelled trouble but promised fun. “He ditched us so let’s ditch back. There’s an arcade right across from here. We’ll be able to see when he comes back if we play by the windows.”

You had a small smile on your face as you looked up at Frank, who’s brows arched as he looked down at you, patiently waiting for you to take his hand.

You took it, his grin widening and helping you get up as you had a teasing gleam in your eyes.

“Thought I was the nerd?”

“You are. This is for you, not me.” You let go as the two of you left the diner, throwing him an unbelieving look as Frank’s brows furrowed. “What? It is.”

“Uh huh. So you’re saying I’m gonna beat you in Enduro and Boxing?”

Frank scoffed loudly, mixing with a laugh as they crossed the street towards the arcade. You looking and scanning the sidewalk to see Russell wasn’t anywhere. Maybe he’s talking in the car.

“Already shit talking, Bell? We didn’t even start yet.”

“Well, it is because I’m better at it than you aren’t I? Naturally nerds are more advanced than a regular old man like you.”

“Hey!” Frank opened the door for you but did it violently after you said those words, looking offended as your grin widened, amused. You walking in and Frank going back to your side with a mock glare. “Take that back. I still got it. I’m so going to kick your ass.”

You threw him an arrogant look.

“We’ll see. Maybe they’ll have mannequins in the back to take out your anger after your loss.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up and play me.”

The both of you went to a game by the window to look out into the street, choosing the race car game as Frank took out quarters and the played as you focused while Frank kept his narrowed eyes on the screen with a very concentrated look on his face that made you laugh. Your shoulders feeling lighter although Frank’s shoulder would try to push against you to distract you and you lose your grip as he cursed as he was losing which made you laugh more as you taunted him. And you won, obviously. To Frank’s displeasure based on his low mutters that these machines make you need glasses anyways.

The two of you were in the sitting area by the doors, able to see if Russell comes by. At the thought of Russell, your relaxed expression turned sad acceptance again. You felt Frank’s stare on you.

“Why do you think he won’t want to, Bell? Cause he already did it? ” You stayed silent, staring at your shoes as you nodded. Frank tsked, his elbows on his knees as he tried to catch your eyes. “Listen, I don’t know what he’s thinking if that’s the case. Divorced, single, widowed or whatever the fuck—anyone who’s got their head screwed on straight would marry you, Bell.”

The words were meant as a comfort. But it just made your heart pang as you moved your eyes to the side to meet Frank’s deep sincere blue with a sad smile.

“Thank you, Frank,” putting a hand to his broad tense shoulder and him letting you as he searched your eyes, before he frowned at what he saw. “You always know what to say. But I only want Russell to marry me. Not anyone. And I don’t think he will. Which is fine, I get it. He got really hurt last time. . . It’ll . . . It’ll bring back memories that I won’t want him to go through.” You than stood, facing an unreadable Frank who appeared tense. “I’m going to use the bathroom real quick. I’ll be right back.”

You turned away quickly before Frank could see your watery eyes, stuffing clenching hands in your pockets and heading towards the restroom at the back.

You know you probably won’t get it.

But, like always, you want.

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Adler hung up with Sims with a deep sigh, taking off his glasses and rubbing his face as he stood by a light pole.

His words of advise echoing in America’s Monster’s head after explaining he could meet them later another day since he had car trouble, and hearing Adler’s concerns about you and your wants over the phone and his own feelings in the matter.

“Shit, Russ. We aren’t getting any younger you know. I know. . . your situation with your other lady but. . .you can’t let your happiness go like that, man. I’ve seen you two—you guys are the real deal. Bell knows you like I do—maybe even more. And I’m not talking about how you are in the sheets cause fuck that image.” Adler laughed at that, Sims chuckling over the phone before his friend continued. “Thing is, you guys get each other. She doesn’t care about the shit you’ve done and I know you don’t care about her shit neither. You’re happy man. You know you are. So what’s the issue?”

Adler doesn’t know. He can’t even say it’s an issue. There isn’t an issue.

Sims is right. Bell is amazing.

You understand him better than anyone else. Only dating for a year out the window because their situation was unique. His inner demons he would rather keep hidden but you would soothe with acceptance and care. Which isn’t surprising, you’ve experienced them before.

Is that the issue? That he’s hurt you before and just feels guilt for forcing you to be stuck with him?

But that’s not it. Because you want it.

And you deserve to want it—to get everything you want. Adler will do anything to make sure you get anything you wish.

You deserve every caress and every kiss and every gift and everything the world could offer.

Hell, he would kill for you.

He’s reached a point where, in dark mind and thoughts, he’ll do whatever it took to make sure you’re happy and alive and by his side. He would sacrifice teammates if necessary.

Fucked up. But he’s always known he isn’t a saint.

You knew that too.

You’ve always known.

Before MK—Ultra, during or after—you never judged him for it. You had an understanding with him—able to seehim and not just talk air when you say you understood. You’re the only one that could.

The other side of the coin—matching in intensity but different backgrounds and purposes. Until you chose that day and he did too. On those cliffs.

Adler moved a hand over to where he knew the scar was on his right shoulder before he clenched his jaw, lifting his head and putting his shades back on. He began walking to where he saw Woods and Bell go to earlier when he walked back around the corner in the direction of the arcade.

Adler is going to make another one.

However, just as he walked in through the doors of the arcade room—he saw Woods stand up with a scowl on his face and no Bell only for the man to grab him by the collar roughly as Adler’s eyes narrowed behind his shades.

“Tell me right now what the fuck you’re thinking?” Woods voice was quiet but each word was enunciated with force as he tightened the hold on his collar. “Do you have any idea how you’re hurting, Bell?”

Adler shamefully winced but stared at Woods calmly.

“What exactly did she say?”

“That you’re a blind wallowing motherfucker who don’t know what’s up or down and how to work a ring.” Charming. Seems you told him and I didn’t do quite a good job like I thought. “What do you think she said? What the fuck you’re doing? Twiddling your fingers until you croak?”

Adler met Wood’s angered stare, jaw ticking as he put a hand to push Wood’s hand away. He didn’t budge and seemed to glare harder.

“Woods,” he began quietly, “you know how it was for me before with—“

Woods shook him once with the collar, teeth clenched as Adler had to cut himself from the movement—hand atop Woods tightening in warning as his gaze sharpened.

“That bitch ain’t Bell so I’m not hearing it. I don’t know what’s wrong with you or what you’re doing besides chasing Perseus like a dog to a fuckin bone!” Others were glancing in their direction now but Woods didn’t seem to care as Adler met his stare, Woods eyes narrowing before widening before turning into slits as he growled. “Adler, that woman looks at you like you created this shitty earth. And if you aren’t treating her the same, you might find that she gets stolen away to someone who might.”

Adler’s own eyes narrowed dangerously, a suspicion correctly made as he successfully pushed Woods hand away.

“I knew it. You always were more protective of Bell compared to Mason. And he’s the one that went through brainwashing and could understand her best.”

“Don’t,” Woods says lowly. “Not a good idea to mention that. Might punch you again. And I don’t see what makes you so worked up,” Woods crossed his arms. “Anyone knows no ring means free game,” he added with a point to his hand.

“Than that just means an extra reason to give it to her.”

Woods brows furrowed before he blinked in realization, dropping his arms to his sides as he observed Adler and the truth in his words. Adler’s countenance the epitome of serious.

“Huh,” Woods blinked again, scratching the back of his head. “So Sims woke you up from this stupid haze you put yourself in?” Adler confirmed with a nod and Woods scoffed, sounding similar to a laugh as he sat back down in the seating. The others in the arcade going back to their games. “And here I was thinking to myself you would die before you would even think to pop the question.”

Adler’s lips twitched before they settled.

“Does Bell know?”

“Man what? What kind of brother you think I am?” Adler pointed out he heavily implied someone would take Bell right from underneath him and Woods guffawed, waving his hand at him. “Get out of here! I ain’t got what you guys do. As long as you’re serious about the ring thing. Right?” Woods asked imploringly with a look up towards him.

Adler knows what he has to do.

And it’s to be by your side.

Adler nodded. Woods giving a slow nod of his own as he stared at the ground. He decided to break the tension as he prepped a cigarette in his lips.

“Wouldn’t you die first? You’re older than me.”

Woods threw him a truly befuddled look.

“What are you saying?” He than sharply grinned, as if he knew a secret joke. “No one can kill me.”

Adler rolled his eyes at the false equivalency before he focused on you as you exited the bathroom.

You deserve the world, Bell. And I’m going to give it.

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You don’t know what happened, but something changed after that day in the diner. You know something happened based on Russell’s wrinkled collar but there wasn’t any injuries in any of the two men.

Russell explained to you what happened with Sims, but the three of you ate dinner together. While the four of them was able to reconvene together the next day—conversations easily flowing with Russell’s hand either around your shoulders or touching your knee under the table, your hand atop of his and squeezing with him squeezing back, while throwing a soft smirk or glance your way under his shades before focusing back into the conversation.

Russell also explained to you, in their house with a regretful mien as he kneeled in one knee in front of you as you sat on the couch, that he’ll be away for a mission in two weeks. A long one. You let out a sigh at the news, but smiled lovingly at the man and kissed his scarred cheek than his lips. Thinking to yourself this explained more of his odd behavior as you spoke to him. That it was part of the job after all. And that means you won’t let him out of your sight.

He relaxed as he stared up at you as he squeezed your knee, half-smiling before something seemed to change. Your eyes blinking as the air shifted as Russell had one of his dark promising smirks, eyes burning as he shifted. Settling more as fully kneeled, but between your legs that with his hand on your knee grazing upwards, your stomach doing flips and warmth rising as Russell’s eyes didn’t leave yours. When he spoke, it was his low husky timbre that would always make your toes curl because you knew what it would mean.

“Don’t worry, лапушкаka.” His Russian, masterful as always, dripped with sin even though lapooshka merely meant sweetheart. He tugged you closer to the edge of the couch with his hand on your belt loop, your excitement growing when your lower half hit abdomen and stayed, his hand on your thigh not leaving as it squeezed in appreciation when you gasped at the movement, his smirk widening. “I won’t let you out of my sight either. I think you can handle it. Hope you don’t mind my watch beginning now.”

You certainly didn’t mind.

You didn’t mind his languid yet purposeful touches on loosening your clothing. Didn’t mind how his stubble slightly scratched you as he would kiss or graze his lips when he’d tease, your nerves tingling along with the apex between your thighs. You certainly didn’t mind when you keened and mewled, his head lowered in between your naked legs as if a man starved and fingers working efficiently. Russell didn’t seem to mind when you automatically bucked your hips towards him, hand gripping his hair. Only humming ,pleased, that made you moan from the small vibration, his hands moving at your backside and pressing, as if he wishes for you to do it again. You think he would mind if you somehow suffocated him.

Only for him to notice your hesitance, face raising a tad and your eyes dilating, glazed, at his disheveled appearance with a upturn of wet lips that he licked purposefully with his eyes up at you.

“Ride me like a stallion, sweetheart,” he said, his breath on you and making you wriggle your legs over his shoulders. His gaze gleaming as he pressed his lips to your inner thigh, eyes still on you as you could only stare. “Go ahead. I want you too.” He put your hand back on his head that you dropped, a final glance towards you with an arched brow as said once more, “Ride,” and continued his attack.

Needless to say, you didn’t mind doing as he asked.

After, when you were spent and content as you laid on a relaxed yet thoughtful Russell on the couch, you moved your head for your chin to lay on his chest.

“What’s gotten into you?”

Russell peered down at you, your inquisitive expression with an imploring smile making his own lips turn up.Transferring his hold around your waist to graze your cheek.

“Can’t have sudden bouts of energy to please you, Bell?”

You snorted at his own attack of his age as you shook your head at him. Only to close your eyes when he pressed your previously heated temple, staying there for a moment with his hand on the nape of your neck before pulling away, blue eyes lidded.

“Like I said, I don’t want you out of my sight. So I’m going to savor it—savor you,” he emphasized with a teasing glint that made you blush and lightly smack his chest which he chuckled at as he went on, sobering. “Sorry how I’ve been acting. It won’t happen again. You have my word.”

That should’ve been your first hint.

But you just continued, the days going on by like normal whether at work or at home. You almost done with the codes Hudson assigned you but the back of your mind wondering what caused the change. Russell seeming to notice you were upset when he would dismiss your hints before, so the apology must’ve been about that.

For when you weren’t at work or lunch or them hanging around Woods and Sims, Russell seemed restless and wanted you near.

It was three days before Russell will have to leave, you done with the code, and you probably wouldn’t see him till sometime next year for December is around the corner, that Russell told you to get ready for an outing tonight for dinner, eyes on you as you still laid atop of him in their bed in the morning. He looked excited and you were too.

You enjoyed when he took you out to eat in the nice restaurants and dress up for them. It happened every so often, but especially when right before they had to leave for a mission. Whether it was a mission together or separated, they made sure to create a nice good memory before they had to do their job’s.

The sex is nice too, you think with a blush as you get dressed up in a slitted dress that appealed to you, doing wonders for your shape and prepping your hair and face. Russell can get pretty handsy when you dress up, constantly needing to have his hands on you. Which he normally does, but the touches are methodical and purposeful to get you worked up. Sometimes, even before they practically rip their clothes off each other, he would touch you when they were out and sitting in the restaurant for anyone to notice if they really looked with eyes staying on you and Russell’s table. You’re no better though. You can tease at times too when Russell wore his suits or his long sleeved buttoned shirts that would hug his figure, but not as much as him. I just hope he doesn’t accidentally rip this dress like that other time. I really like this one.

You were almost done in your master bathroom. Russell getting ready in the guest bathroom downstairs to make it quicker to the 7 PM reservation got for the restaurant.

When you were done, you looked over yourself one more time. Checking if your hair is out of place anywhere and your makeup in order.

“Bell?” Russell called from downstairs. “You ready?”

“Almost!” You called back, checking the mirror once more before leaving and going downstairs.

Russell turned to you when you reached the bottom half of the stairs, taking a long look at you like you did him. He was wearing a light tan two piece suit that complimented his hair, with shiny brown brogue shoes to match alongside a rust colored tie for once. He rarely wears them and prefers to keep the first two buttons of his long sleeved shirts unbuttoned so he can feel like he’s breathing. Not that he doesn’t appreciate the ties, he’s just always had a preference. You weren’t complaining though, the suit hugging him nicely and accentuating all the parts you love about him as your eyes roved up to meet his.

You noted he was clean shaven as well, no stubble in sight and did you have your own personal appreciation when he looked like that. Your pleasure going upwards along with fluster when you spotted Russell’s soft eyes like you were the only woman in the world yet glinting in passionate admiration, looking half tempted to not go anywhere after all.

“Well, don’t you clean up nice.” You tease, Russian mixed with American thick as your eyes moved downward and up once more, catching how Russell’s eyes gleamed in smug amusement at your unsubtle checking out. You placed a hand to his chest, feeling the soft material of his suit you imagine hastily releasing him from it later as you stared up at him through your lashes. “Hello, красивый.” You complimented, for he was indeed handsome.

The handsomest man in the world, you think.

Russell smiled at your words, hand going to your hip.

“Hello, красивая.” He complimented back as your smile widened, your cheeks warm. “I can say the same to you. Let me see,” he put a hand to yours, raising it as you twirled around him with a giggle as he hummed, pleased, before bringing you in for a kiss to your temple. “You’re so perfect,” he said to your temple, the content clear in his low voice, before motioning the crook of his arm for you to grab which you did as they walked out of the house and towards the car. “Hope you’re ready for some Italian, wine, and being waited and foot, Bell. This is going to be a nice night.”

You wondered what he meant, for his tone wasn’t low in frustration but holding a twinge of nervousness yet anticipating hopefulness. Which is rare in of itself. Russell is rarely if ever nervous.

You glanced at him but he motioned for you to take the seat when he opened the car door, you doing so. The two of you drove to the restaurant and sat at the table, a private little corner yet able to see the shows they had here. Russell ordered the wine as you stared at the show they had, an Italian singer accompanied by a band. You were surprised at the wine as well, for Russell usually gets his bourbon, whiskey or scotch no matter where he is. You couldn’t help but raise a brow at him when the server poured the wine and after they ordered.

“Aren’t you feeling fancy? You’re going all out.”

Russell did a small half shrug, sipping his wine as he looked over at you over the glass.

“Only the best for you, Bell.”

You don’t know how him drinking wine has to do with you, but you decipher it’s because he’s partaking with you so you just let it go as you smiled curiously at him. Their food eventually out as they ate and spoke about this or that, you feeling quite light and it was these moments where you don’t mind accepting you won’t get married. Or even have a family. The quiet moments between you two is what you treasure the most, it’s what made you fall. Before. Back in the safehouse two years ago.

They got dessert just as the Italian singer left, being replaced with a male singer and a pianist you distantly noted as slowly patrons left the restaurant for it was nearing closing time. Only four other tables were filled but were also finishing up and were far enough distance away to not disturb one another as well as not see. Russell and you kept speaking, you noting a gleam in his eyes as he smiled attentively towards you. Your hand under his maneuvered to squeeze at him, raising a brow when you lowered your utensil from your mouth after the bite of the dessert.

“You alright?” You couldn’t but question, a slight tease in your tone but curiosity rising into a need to know. He’s been acting quite odd the past few days.  “You seem distracted the last few days.”

Russell’s eyes focused on you, his lips raising a little higher as he squeezed his hand on yours, shifting his knee to touch yours under the table. The other patrons outside of one shuffling away outside. Seems they and the other table were the only one’s left.

“I will be.”

You were about to question him on what he means when the last show of the night started. The piano beginning a slow melodic yet somber tune that sounded familiar to you, your eyes going towards it in curious attention. Russell in the corner of your eye looking at you intimately and you noted he shifted but all you focused on was the show. Because the man than began to sing.

“Мне говорят:  она  маленького роста,

They say to me: “She is of small stature.”

Мне говорят: «одет она слишком просто,

They say to me: “She has simple clothes.”

Мне говорят: «поверь что этот лапушкаka

They say to me:” Believe, this sweetheart

Тебе не пара совсем не пара.”

Is no match for you at all.

The piano began to pick up its pace, but it stayed true with the melodic timbre the song was aiming at for this rendition. Pleasing to your ears and hearing the smooth Russian speak about a love song you knew—you felt like you knew. A distant memory unlocked with pleasant words, lengthened in a rhythm as you could only listen, entranced.

“А она мне нравится, нравится, нравится!

But I like her, like her, like her

И для меня на свете друга лучше нет.

And there is no one better in the world as her.

А она мне нравится, нравится, нравится,

But I like her, like her, like her

И это всё, что я могу сказать в ответ. “

And it's all what I can say in reply.

You couldn’t believe this. A Russian singer in a restaurant, Italian or otherwise? Here? In America? Proudly singing like this when the Red Scare is still occurring and high? It’s a risk to be glared and spat on. You would have to be careful speaking Russian in public spaces, lest you be judged or raise tension no matter what Adler says to not mind them. But it would be best if she spoke lowly in Russian to his ear than anything else. And yet, the one’s on stage didn’t falter—not when the place was so empty. It made your Russian pride sing for once, shame and guilt of what you did before and you don’t remember much—you are still proud of where you’re from.

You turned your excited face towards Russell, gripping the table edge as you leaned in.

“Russell, do you hear this—“

Your breath got caught in your throat, the music in the background seeming to dull, your grip loosening and eyes widening at the sight before you.

Or rather, under you.

Russell’s eyes glittered in soft amusement, as he bent one knee with his elbow atop it as he stared up at you. The low light and candlelight on their table giving him an equally soft glow against his clean face, shadows flickering as the candle moves.

“I love you, Bell,” he began, quiet yet strong where you could hear him. All you could hear was his voice as you stared. “I’ve said it before, rare as it is, but I mean it when I say it. I won’t ever hurt you. Not again. Not ever. But,” he sighed, his gaze lowering for a moment before raising back up towards yours. “I’ve seemed to make that mistake anyways. You want a wedding—a family. Things I’ve already tried but life decided it wanted me to get shit on. It was hard. And when I threw my old ring to the ocean, I decided never again. Civilian life isn’t for me, can’t be for someone like me. I’ve never been a saint.” He threw you a wry smile. “But than, you came along. Not the best love story—no pop songs about this type of insanity will come. Still. You understood me. Accepted everything. And I know you see everything. You didn’t run. Somehow, I got landed with someone just as willing to do crazy shit like me.”

He chuckled here and you couldn’t help do one too, smiling down at it with a press of the lips before it quickly parted with his next few words. Russell sobering.

“Honestly, I’m surprised you even came back after your time with MI6. Much less want to see my face. Even though I wanted to see yours, something more than an update over the phone about you overseas. Just a glimpse so I can see myself.” You didn’t know this. Russell said he wanted you sooner when you went back to the CIA and touched upon their quiet feelings. He really wanted to see you. Russell took a steady inhale, lips quirked up at you as he moved a hand to his inner jacket pocket. “I thought a lot. About all this. About my own feelings of marriage. About you—us. How I’m being ridiculous and I won’t ever find someone as perfect as you, моя лапушкаka. Who actually gives a damn about me.”

You spotted the box and suddenly you felt like every cliche as tears gathered in your eyes, hand going to your chest and your open mouth as Russell opened it. The ring a beautiful jewel of diamonds but you didn’t care about that, you looked back up at Russell whose head was tilted at you, clear love in his eyes that made your hammering heart in your chest pound against your ribs and warmth going down your cheeks.

“I won’t hurt you,” he vowed. “No one will. Not when you’re with me. I’ve never been a good man so anyone who does just that signed their death. I love you, Bell, “ he repeated from before and than his head straightened as his lips did an interesting thing that made it look like he had a boyish smile. ““Согласна ли ты выйти за меня замуж, лапушкаka?”

Will you marry me, sweetheart?

You more stumbled than got out of your chair, on your knees with him as you threw a hug around Russell with a blubbering joyous sob. Not knowing what to say and stuck on what to say due to your short breaths as you nuzzled Russell’s neck. You felt his chest rumble with a chuckle, arms going around your waist.

“You’re ruining your dress and makeup,” he lightly reprimanded, you letting out a choked laugh as your hold on his neck tightened. He shifted, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’m going to take this as a yes, Bell,  if you don’t speak up. Is it a yes?”

You pulled back your teary face, lightly smacking his chest that only made his curved lips widen.

“Ass. Of course it’s a yes!”

Russell threw you an affectionate smirk, hand going up your face to thumb away some tears which you helped on your other side as you sniffled. He put the hand holding the box between you two, grabbing your left hand and slowly sliding in the ring to where it belonged. Where it belonged. You threw your arms around him again before giving him a sloppy yet intimate kiss that he easily gave back, his arms around you a comfort before you pulled back. Your eyes watery and half lidded as you stared up at him, hand to his scarred cheek and lips brushing his.

“Я люблю вас, мой голубушка красивый, рассел,” you say lovingly. “Я тоже не хороший человек. I won’t let anyone touch you, моя любовь, рассел.”

I love you, my dear handsome Russell. I’m not a good person either. My love.

Russell took your hand for the both of you to stand, and you noticed the waiters were looking at them in support along with the show people. They must’ve stopped playing a few minutes ago.

Russell kissed your knuckles, clear blue eyes teasing.

“The handsomest?” His lips brushed yours as he said it, almost caressing the ring on your finger.

You would’ve smacked him again but you just tugged him down by the neck and give him an answering kiss that steadily grew passionate. You pulling away with a slow amorous smile, ringed hand on his smooth cheek as his eyes burned.

“The handsomest.”

Needless to say, when they went back home and Russell’s gentle teasing and kisses and loving with you doing the same, he didn’t mind you weren’t wearing underwear at all under your dress. Didn’t mind at all.

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Will you marry me, sweetheart? -“Согласна ли ты выйти за меня замуж, лапушкаka?”(Ty vyydesh' za menya zamuzhI love you-Я люблю вас)

I love you-Я люблю вас(YA lyublyu vas)

I'm not a good person either-Я тоже не хороший человек(YA tozhe ne khoroshiy chelovek)

Thank you to @salvija who helps me out with the Russian! 💗

What can I say? I love Soft!Dom!Adler. It's a weakness of mine. Also, I'm a sucker for Woods. I did like him first before I fell head over heels with Adler.

Also, I know Hudson loves his wife and kids a lot. He does. He's the type that has to be hard and glaring all the time in his work because he has to, can't be soft and can't lose face or have anyone disrespect him. But, you manage to catch him outside of work and get through those glares he loves to give everyone, you might see a softie. Might. Only to those he really loves.

I don't know. Might make a Bell x Hudson fic. That scene in my other story has had me thinking. Expect that at some point as well as a literal Enemies to Lovers fic when it comes to those two—and even a true one with Adler x Bell.

Anyways! Hope ya'll enjoyed!

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