#frank adler x female reader
illicit affair; steve rogers
pairings: best friends dad! steve rogers x reader (steve is also reader's teacher)
warnings: smut, and kinda fluff (idk you count it) and also, awkardness and tension between the two
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It was raining, it was very unusual, to rain on such a sunny day, but we gotta expect the unexpected. After your lectures you went to a library to get some book for your upcoming test, and it started to rain pretty bad.
So you started walking because your best friend, Melissa, wasn't gonna pick you up. The only place close to this library was Melissa's place, and you decided to go there for a while.
There wasn't any problem except one, Steve Rogers, Melissa's Dad, and also, a professor in your college. It was strange how young he lookef when he was a father of a girl who was your age.
So like usual, you walked to Melissa's place, and knocked. Again, expect the unexpected. You expected Melissa to great you on the door, but it wasn't, It was Steve Rogers, the handsome, and ridiculously hot man, you had dreams about.
"Y/n? Hey!" He greeted, and you just stopped looking at him.
"Uh—M-Mr. Rogers? Is Melissa here?" You asked, still standing outside, and you were soaking wet, from the rain. He looks at you, from up to down.
"Melissa isn't home." He says, and you nodded.
"Alright, i-i'll leave, see you on Monday, Mr. Rogers—"
"Its still Raining Y/n, i think you should stay here, Melissa would be here soon, don't worry."
"I don't really wanna disturb you, Mr—"
"I can really use your company, Y/n, stay." He says, his voice calm, and demanding, which made you take a deep breath.
"S-sure." You replied as he let you in. You had a huge crush on this man, he was your Teacher, alongside was your best friend's dad. But love is love.
Steve, on the other hand, too had a crush on you, and he always used to backout thinking of his daughter and also, thinking that you were his student, and you probably don't feel the same.
a shiver ran down your body, you were cold, and wet from the rain. This grabbed, Steve's attention, and he looks at you, your arms closely wrapped around your body.
"I'll get you some fresh clothes, and a towel okay? You can go and take a shower, in Mel's room." He offered to you and you nodded, walking upstairs to Melissa's room.
You walked to the bathroom, and stripped down to shower. Warm showers were your favorite during these times. Meanwhile, Steve keeps a pair of fresh clothes, (his clothes) and a towel, while you fresh up, and decided to give you the towel.
He knocks on the bathroom door.
"Is it Mel?" You asked, your voice soft, and he melted when you spoke like that.
"No, Y/n, it's me, Steve, i wanted to give you t-towel...here you go." He says, a weird feeling between the two.
"Mr. Rogers, thank you, uh.." you tried to talk, but couldn't form words. He too was in the same form when he was around you.
"I'll see you, downstairs." He says, before leaving, and closing the bedroom behind him, sighing, pushing his hair upwards, thinking of what's wrong with him, and you do the same.
After getting dressed you walked downstairs, to where he was sitting, with a cup of coffee, near the heater, at how cold it was getting, and so were you, so cold. His attention turns towards you, as you walked in his clothes, his shirt, and his sweats.
"I hope you won't mind wearing these, you know, I don't touch Melissa's closet —" he waits to gather words, but couldn't.
"I-i understand, Mr. Rogers, and thank you for these clothes , they're very comfortable." You thanked him, and he smiles, unable to take his eyes off you.
"Would you like a cup of coffee?" He asked, and you looked at him.
"Uh..ye—yess if it doesn't bothers you." You replied and he shook his head.
"Ofcourse y/n, why would it bother me?" He says and asks at the same time while he walks in the kitchen, getting a cup of coffee ready, for you.
He gives it to you, and sits infront of you, while you're shivering, and he turns the heater to your side.
"So, what were you doing outside?" He asked, and you smiled at him before answering.
"I-i was just getting books from the library for the upcoming test, you know." You answered, and he nodded, and smiled.
"Studying i see, I really am proud of your results Y/n, you did great, the past semester." He appreciated you, and you smiled at him.
"Thank you, Mr. Rogers!" Just then, Melissa calls him, and he sighs, and picked it up, you take a deep breath, as he answered.
"Melissa, where are you?" He asks, trying to calm his anger and stress towards the fact that his daughter hasn't returned home.
"Dad, I am with jacob! I already told you, now look at how bad it's raining, I won't step or drive." She explains, and he sighs, keeping his free hand on his torso. Your eyes not stuck at him, as he talked.
"Are you planning on staying the night there? Gosh! Y/n's here waiting for you too." He says, and looks at you, and you quickly look away from him.
"Y/n's there? Then you two can give company to each other. Dad, i have to stay the night here, you have to look at the way it's raining today."
"Fine, take care, be back early tomorrow." He says and hangs up, seeing you.
"Mel's not gonna be home tonight, it's raining very bad." He said and you nodded.
"Well, i guess i should leave Mr. Rogers, I-"
"Steve, Call me Steve, no one's around here.." steve said and you nod
"Mr. R—Steve...i think I should leave, see you—"
"Stay here for a while Y/n, its still raining heavily." He insisted, and you couldn't say no to that face ofcourse. He looked like he needed company and even if you get home, you wouldn't do anything, so you wouldn't mind spending time with him.
"Alright, Steve." You said, and he smiles. You sit back, shivering like hell. You were a very cold person, I don't know how should I describe it. But back in the days, you always were found in sweaters or blankets wrapped around you.
"Still cold?" He asked, and you shook your head.
"I am done with my work, would you mind watching a movie? I also have food and i hope you like it." He offers and ofcourse you say yes.
"Ofcourse, Mr.Rogers — i mean Steve." You said and he nods going to the kitchen, getting some snacks, while you get comfortable on the couch.
He comes back, playing some random movie, which you're trying hard to pay attention to, but its getting so hard, because Steve was hella attractive and seeing him with a formal wear, made you go crazy.
He comes closer to you, as you were cold, wrapping you in a blanket, and holds you close to him.
"Mr. Rogers..what are you doing?" You asked pulling away from him.
"Y-you were cold Y/n, i was just trying to help nothing else.." he says and you look away.
"Sorry...i—thank you.." you whispered and he nodded, as he still kept you close to him, it was very difficult to keep the eyes on the tv and watch it or pay attention to it now.
The female lead in the movie kisses the male lead, and it was just getting intense, and your heart was racing, and so was Steve's. This has been the closest he has been to you...and he was losing himself.
You didn't know how, but something came over you, and you looked at him, and he turned to look at you, this was very different.
"Everything ok—" you cut him off by pressing your lips on his. He was shocked but, kissed you back. He now pulled you closer to him, arms freely on your waist, as he pulls you closer. You pull away, resting your head on his, and both of you pant.
"I've wanted that for so long." He says, and you look at him.
"Me too." You replied, kissing him again, now it was so unholy, that he got an idea of. Pulling him closer, tangling your legs on his torso, kissing which was full of teeths and tongues.
He pulls away, looking at you , breathing heavily, and asks you.
"Do you want this, Y/n? Because if you do, fuck i will give it to you, and if not I won't lay a finger on you, ever!" He says and you smile at him.
"Ofcourse i want it." You said, before he kisses you again, you now laying on the couch, he's on top of you. Your hands on the hem of his shirt, as you rip it off him, and smirked at your eagerness.
His hands pull your shirt off, and you both try to get rid of the clothes you were on throwing it on the floor, somewhere, none of you cared about.
He kisses you, on your neck, his fingers roaming around your body, resulting moans falling from your lips, he left marks, just then he picks you up, takes you to his bedroom, not leaving your lips for a second.
The kisses keeps getting hotter, you both fell on the bed, you were on top, but he rolls, and he's on top now.
"I need you!." You whinned.
"I know!." He says, kissing your inner thighs
He goes down and leans to your clit, smirking as he felt your wetness.
"So wet for me, and i've barely touched you." He said and you moaned. His lips attach to your clit and he started licking it slow, and teasing you
"Oh fuck! Steve! Don't tease!!" You moaned and he smirked. He kept doing that until you were close enough for him.
"Baby.." you tried to say and he switched his mouth with his fingers. His eyes starring deeply into yours, and when you moaned, he growled lightly.
"Fuck i'm going to cum!" You said and he kissed you, as you came on his fingers, moaning loudly,arms around his shoulder.
He sucks his fingers clean, and seeing that made you go crazy. I mean he looked like a sex god.
"Baby, you taste so good." He said and you blushed. He smirked looking at you.
"Ready for me baby?" He asked and you nodded. He lines himself at your entrance and pushes into you, gasps and moans leave your mouth. He moans at how tight you were.
"Oh god." You moaned as he started thrusting in you, slowly. Sweating, and moaning was the only things you two do. Steve grunts, as he thrusts again.
"Just like that baby, just like that oh god yes." You moaned, he literally is a sex god, now you were sure
Steve's one hand on the headboard and the other near your body, for his balance. He thrusted harder into you, and your moans and his grunts were loud.
He continued doing that until you both were close, moaning eachother names like its the only thing you know.
"Oh god, i'm gonna cum." You said
"Cum on me, i know you want, give me one more, baby." He said and kissed you, before you screamed, cumming all over his cock, as he moaned at how you clenched around him. He felt how close he was, and then came in you, both of you heavily breathing.
He collapsed next to you, while you tried to catch your breath.
"That..was...amazing!" You said, and he smiles at you.
"I know, now get some rest, i'm not leaving you that early." You said and he kissed you.
Oh boy you were in for a longgg night, and no you weren't complaining. What you & Steve had, was illicit and wrong, but none of you cared because that's what both of you wanted it from so long. You were just worried about facing Melissa, and on the other hand Steve would have felt the same, but for now, none of you care about the future, other than living the present, with each other.
so bad omg😭😭
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Sunny Fall Out
Synth’s 5K Follower Challenge / How it started – How’s it going?
@syntheticavenger , again congrats on reaching 5K 😊!
Title: Sunny Fall Out
Pairing: Frank Adler x Female Reader
Challenge: Frank Adler / Babysitting Mary
Warning: Swearing and fluff
My blog is an 18+ only zone, minors do not interact. Don’t let the fluff fool you.
A/N: My second entry for Synt’s 5K follower challenge. This fluff entered my brain while working on this dark filthy twisted mobster story. Took a break to write up this fluffy drabble for the lovely anon who requested this for the challenge. Lightly proofread, so all mistakes are my own. ENJOY!
Pictures for moodboard found on Pinterest, credit to the respectful owners!
How it started:
Frank Adler, your next door neighbour, with his complicated character. He was your weakness, his toned physique, his hard working ethic and his devotion to Mary. Exhaustion had overtaken your body when Frank ambushed you. There he had stood; practically begging you to watch Mary for a couple of hours. Roberta being out for the day and he had no-one else to turn to.
You loved that little girl and wouldn’t — nor couldn’t — say no to an opportunity to watch her. Even when you were exhausted and all you wanted to do was catch up on some much needed sleep.
Hours had been filled with chatter, pillow fort building and currently; watching a movie allowing you to doze off. It hadn’t been long when your nap was interrupted, the snuggled up girl moving with impatience.
“How about we paint some nails?” You croak
“YES!” An exciting peep from the small human. “What colour?”
“We can check, there is tons of different shades.” You smiled, getting up and grabbing your keys out of your bag. “I’ll be right back, don’t burn down the house, okay?”
“I won’t.” A mini promise before you hurried next door.
Only briefly getting used to the comfort of your home. You grabbed the small basket with nail polishes and remover. Running back and settling back down in the homemade fort. It hadn’t taken you long to decide on a colour, pink with a glittery shimmer.
“Mary, sit still.” You chirped firming your hold.
“You’re tickling me.” The foot in your hand tried to wriggle out of your grasp. Loud giggles erupting from the small body on your opposite.
“If you keep this up you’ll have more nail polish on your skin than the actual toenails.” You giggle, hearing the door open and keys being tossed on the table with a loud thud.
Frank leaned his hands down on the table. He looked like he had a rough day with whatever he had to do.
“We’re painting toenails.” Mary gleamed showing him the foot we were working on.
“Are you serious?” He sounded aggravated. Mary’s face dropped at Franks annoyed words. Assuming she’d experienced a minor outburst from him before. You couldn’t get a good read on him and opted for the immediate apology.
“Sorry, I thought it might be okay, since it’s only her toenails -- they can be hidden.” Screwing the brush back on the bottle. “I should have asked first.”
“You should have indeed.” He growled
“Mary come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” The disappointed pout on her pale face made your heart sink. Getting up and holding your hand out for her.
“Thanks for watching her, but I didn’t expect to come back to all this girly nonsense and fucking mess.” Frank grumbled. His impatience growing when you weren’t moving fast enough “Just leave it and get out already.” His annoyance had softened when he spoke the harsh words, too late for an apology now.
“Shut up Frank, I thought it was a nice gesture.” Dropping Mary’s hand and pushing past Frank’s body. You turned around to look at him. “You just didn’t have to be a dick about it.” Slamming the door on your way out.
Large steps taken to your house next door, balled fists by your side while you mumbled angrily to yourself. Fighting the tears that were threatening to fall from being exhausted and emotional, clearly the lack of sleep coursing your body. A squeal escaped when you were tugged -- a little too roughly -- on your arm, making you spin around. Frank!
“Leave me alone, you ignorant prick.” You tried breaking free from his grasp, hitting his arm with your free hand.
“Sorry won’t cut it.” You spat tears now streaming down your cheeks from the overwhelming tiredness consuming your body.
“It’ll have to do”
“It won’t and you know what,” You took in a sharp breath “You’re such an asshole you know that? I did something nice for Mary and here you come, barging in and being all rude and taking your shitty mood out on me. She looked devastated about having to take off some innocent nail polish. I did you a favour when you practically begged me to babysit her. It is just nail polish, Frank, not a full blown makeover to become the next pageant queen of the state…”
The anger unleashed onto him had made you feel slightly better. Before you could speak two large hands had pulled you in and enveloped your lips harshly. The shock made time stand still and then your thoughts recollected themselves at what was happening. Trying to push him off.
“I am really sorry,” Frank looks down at you taking in your features, his cheeks blushed. “I shouldn’t have taken out my rough day on you, it’s just -- it’s just Evelyn making life difficult for a second time ‘round”
You knew his mother was ruthless when it came to Mary. He had told you some small stuff, but knew their relationship was complicated. You’d seen her once and she made shivers run down your spine. She didn’t look like a pleasant person to be around.
Your face softened at his explanation “You want to talk about it over a couple of beers?”
“No, I don’t”
“You don’t want beer? I am truly shocked.” You feigned a gasp, clutching your chest in shocked surprise.
“I want the beer; I don’t want to talk -- I want to make it up to you.”
“For what exactly, Frank?”
“Being an asshole, can I persuade you with an offer of beer and pizza?” It wasn’t really a question, but it was a nice sincere suggestion.
You contemplated for a moment, you grabbed his face and risen to your toes. Pulling him down in your cradled grip and pressing your lips gently to his.
“Does this mean she can paint my nails again?” Mary shouted from the door. Breaking away from the kiss, Frank let’s out a grunt and you both turn your head towards the blonde girl grinning widely in the opening.
“MARY! Get inside”
“Play nice asshole.” With a giggle you slapped his chest playfully.
How’s it going – 6 months later
Your sundress clung to your body, yelping at the cold water from the exploded water balloon. You’re quick to grab the hose holding it in Mary’s direction, joyful shrieks filling the air.
“STOP! STOP!” She yelled, trying to fight her way towards you.
“No, you started it, you’ll finish it.” You laughed continuing to pour the cold water on her.
She fell down and let out a frustrated sob. You initially thought she’d gotten hurt, but when you reached her she full blown sprayed you with her water gun.
“That’s cheating.” You protested, you turn your head at the large grumble from the familiar truck you had been waiting to see. Mischief coursing through your body and you look down at Mary who expresses the same delight as you. “Let’s get Frank.”
“YES!!!” The exhilaration clearly visibly, jumping up and down.
Hiding around the corner you watch Frank approach the house, unknowingly, scanning through the mail. Mary runs up to him with her water gun and you throw some water balloons his way. Hitting him on his head and arm.
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME!” Frank growled looking at the both of you giggling. “This is how I get welcomed home?” He opened the door and tossed the mail inside, before returning with a wide grin, grabbing a filled bucket by the door and running your way.
“RUN” Mary shrieked heading off, Frank followed in her tracks. Grabbing her by the arm and locking her between his legs. Her frantic movements were no match to his firm hold and she screeches when the cold water is poured down on her.
You couldn’t help but laugh at the interaction. Frank whispers something in her ear and she nods. He lets her go and he waves at you, raising your eyebrow in confusion, but soon realize that Mary is running your way.
“You traitor.” You chuckle pointing towards Mary.
Running away quickly, sprinting around the house trying to dodge Mary. She launches her small body at you, hanging onto you like a Koala. It has clearly slowed you down and before you know it Frank catches you, securing you in his grasp. Mary let’s go and runs away.
“I missed you.” You muse giving him a quick peck on his lips, batting your eyelashes at him.
“I missed you too, but that cute look is not going to charm me.” He places a gentle kiss on your lips, pulling back giving you a devilish look. “We’ve got other ways to deal with naughty girls like you.” With ease Frank lifts you over your shoulder, you slap his ass animatedly trying to get him to put you down.
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Welcome to my masterlist, where I’m still learning and figuring shit out. Let’s begin shall we?
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Frank Adler Masterlist - Updated 14/6
Your media consumption is your own responsibility, proceed to read with care. Warnings have been up and mentioned, if I missed any please feel free to let me know. Do not interact if you are uncomfortable with any of the given warnings or if you are a minor(can’t stress this matter enough).
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Frank Adler x Female Reader
Summary: Frank isn’t pleased with the outfit you bought him.
Rating: fluff, cranky Franky is special
Warnings: tiny nod to smut, overall fluff
Sunny Fall Out
Challenge: Synth’s How It Started - How’s It Going 5K Challenge
Request Challenge: Frank Adler / Babysitting Mary
Warning: Some swearing, overall fluff
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I debated whether or not to make an introduction post or just to fill send and post my first fic, but here we are! My name is Jo, I live on the East Coast, I’m 21, I have an amazing, bratty cat named Dove and I’m a 9-1-1 dispatcher. Writing in my free time has always been something I try to do, and lately (well, over the last few years) I’ve been doctoring up a good amount of smutty work based on our lovely Chris Evans and his characters. Additionally, being a female, I do only write from a female’s perspective, since it’s what I’m comfortable and familiar with.
I have a few things lined up that I’m soooo excited to share with you guys. Here’s what the laundry list looks like so far.
Family Values: Ransom Drysdale x (adopted) Cousin!Reader
You and Me, Kid: Steve Rogers x Reader
‘Tis The Damn Season: High School Sweethearts!Ransom Drysdale x Reader
Take It On the Run: Ari Levinson x Reader
I’m still learning the ins and outs of Tumblr writing, so a lot of things are foreign to me, but I promise I’ll do my best!
Thank y’all for reading and starting this journey with me! I’m excited for what’s to come xx
— Jo 🪐
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Summary: You bought Frank a matching outfit to go with your sons.
Warnings: maybe a slight hint at smut, but other than that none, unless you are scared of children and cranky Franky.
Word count: 736
My blog is an 18+ only zone, minors do not interact.
A/N: Came across a cute and fluffy picture on Pinterest, parent and child wearing matching outfits. Thought cranky Franky would be the perfect fit for this fluffy Friday drabble. Enjoy this precious little mind spin, it now lives rent free in my brain.
Only lightly proofread, all mistakes are my own.
The fridge magnet holding up a precious memory. A smile crept on your face as you look at the picture. Your mind taking you on a little trip down memory lane.
You walked in, bags in hand, smiling to yourself. You closed the door behind you as you let out a giggle. Mary looked up from her homework, your giggle must have intrigued her.
“Why are you giggling?”
“I bought Frank a matching outfit with Tido” your smile radiated on to Mary you both laughed
“He’s going to hate it”
“That is why I bought it” you throw her a wink, shaking the shopping bag in excitement.
The knock on the door was held excitement “Hey come on Frank, let’s move, the kids are getting impatient.” You say bouncing your son on your hip. You tried your hardest to contain the excited giggle bubbling.
“NOOOO” he groaned from behind the locked door. You looked over to Mary who was grinning widely. It had taken you some convincing for Frank to get changed for your planned beach day. Reminding his that greasy clothing was not appropriate sun wear.
“Come on - we are having a special breakfast” Mary chirped
“Mary, don’t you start with me” Frank warns
“Or what?” she threatened
“Don’t use my own words against me” A heavy sigh left her lips, but her excitement returns quickly.
Another knock followed on the door, more impatient this time “Frank – open up” your tone was almost demanding but laced with a plea, you heard him take in a deep breath before he unlocked the door.
He swung the door open with force holding on to the doorknob giving you an annoyed look. His khaki shorts hugging his hips and leave printed shirt being the perfect fit. He was about to say something, but Mary cut him off.
“You look beautiful” she laughed and he rolled his eyes at her.
“I look like a Disney character” Frank threw back at her and she stuck her tongue out. You hadn’t been in their lives when Mary had started school, but had heard of the infamous story on plenty occasions.
“You do look beautiful, honey” you nodded, leaning in to peck his cheek handing over your son. They looked like a perfect match and you approved of the look that had started out as a joke. You scanned the room trying to locate your phone, a flash seen from the corner of your eyes.
“MARY!!!” Frank grumbled, your head whipped back around. She shook the polaroid in her hands shaking it against the air whilst letting out a laugh.
“This had to be documented” Mary teases shrugging her shoulders, hanging the polaroid on the fridge and taking a stance by the bags near the door.
“I’m changing” Frank protested, practically launching the baby back in your arms. You grabbed his wrist forcing him to stay in his spot.
“Stop being such a party pooper Frank, it is just an outfit” throwing him a loving smile. You tugged at your grip, giving him a pout and his annoyed look softened. “Plus the leave print is something you always wear when you dress up for date night anyway” you argued softly
“How can I stay mad when you look at me like that” he pecks your lips, looking back at you before pressing longer and fierier kiss to your lips “You’re still going to pay for this somehow”
“I am counting on it” throwing him a wink, he squeezes your butt and kisses your sons’ chubby cheek.
“You promised to get pancakes. Can we go get breakfast already?” Mary’s tone crabby and demanding, she looks like she’s heavily debating herself, doubting heavily, she sighs “-Before you tell me to take myself and the baby to Roberta” Mary groans, tapping her foot impatiently against the linoleum floor by the kitchen door.
*End of Flashback*
You giggle at the memory from a year ago, a set of hands giving your shoulders a gentle rub.
“What are you giggling about?” Frank asks, pressing a kiss to your head
“Oh just this cute little moment from last year” you point at the picture; he grunts with annoyance making you laugh out loud.
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hii, could you maybe write college!frankie x reader and their first study session (bonus points if it’s the beginning of their overall relationship and frank is her tutor - doesn’t have to be!!!) i love you ❤️❤️
college!frank x reader (fluff)
a/n: ugh, love a lil origin story for college!frank, our beloved. I LOVE YOU TOO!!
his friend suggested drop-in tutoring.
according to him, desperate tutees only showed up before midterms and finals; otherwise, the cushy job meant an entire semester of sitting in the designated common area of the library, where frank basically could do his own homework and get paid.
tonight, though, he can’t quite concentrate on his paper, since the quiet jingling of keys and a flash of yellow has passed by his table every minute or so.
his eyes flick up to you, with your bright backpack and preoccupied expression. linear algebra book in one hand, waterbottle and dorm keys in the other.
he blinks. “you lookin’ for the math tutor?”
that snaps you out of your worried daze, your eyes scanning the array of philosophy books on frank’s table in addition to his laptop. “yeah, do you know where they are?”
he chuckles. “uh, it’s me.”
you lip trembles. “am i bothering you?"
one turn of his head, not even a full back-and-forth shake, and you’re already taking the seat adjacent to him, politely shoving away his stuff. you open your textbook, revealing a problem set tucked inside. before frank can react, you dig a calculator out of your bag and show it to him. “i’ve been staring at this problem for like, two whole hours and i can’t figure out why my answer doesn’t match the calculator.”
cautiously, frank grabs your work, only momentarily distracted by the cute but utterly weary sigh you release, shoulders hunching as you sip through the straw of your bottle. not looking at him, like you’re ashamed.
after a few seconds, he puts the paper back in front of you, pointing. “you dropped a negative here, and then this 5 turned into a 6.”
a single tear falls from your eyes as you gasp. “oh my god.” scrambling, you rip a pencil case out of your backpack and erase the second half of the problem. “i'm the stupidest person alive.”
on the contrary, frank watches you make those fixes with ease and precision. he frowns at your self-deprecation. “you’re not stupid. just needed a second set of eyes.” with annoyance, he readjusts his laptop so he can—yet again—confront his fucking essay. he taps the keys aimlessly, not even typing. “could use some for my paper,” he mutters.
without even glancing up from your work, you say, “i could read it.” you reach your final solution, letting out a satisfied groan and slamming your pencil down. in one fluid movement, you shut your problem set back into your textbook and rotate frank’s laptop to face you.
he laughs. “i can’t ask you to do that.”
“you didn’t,” you fire back with a smile. “it’s to thank you for saving my night—” you scroll to the top of his paper to read the heading. “frank adler.”
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part of my 1k follower celebration!
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How about “Meeting their gaze after throwing a coin in a wishing fountain.” For Frank Adler
Hi friend! I wrote you a little something for this prompt I hope you enjoy it.
Make A Wish
Pairing: Frank Adler x reader
Summary: after a bad break up you happen upon a wishing fountain and a persistent little blonde girl.
Warnings: mentions of a break up but it's basically fluff.
A/N: thanks to my wonderful beta @river-soul for looking this over and the solid ending. As always minors DNI. Enjoy the fluff!
You took in a deep breath and wiped your tear-stained face. Ending your six year relationship was not as easy as you thought it would be after finding out your ex had been cheating on you for over a year. You milled about the promenade unsure where you were going when you caught the sound of upbeat music in the distance. As you worked your way closer, the music grew louder and the smell of fried food engulfed your senses. You rounded a corner and saw vibrant colors signaling a street fair. A slow smile worked its way onto your face as you made your way through the scene. As you passed street vendors and carnival games, the weight of the day melted away.
After buying yourself some ice cream and pocketing the change, you walked over to the center fountain and sat down to enjoy your cool treat. When you were about half way finished you felt someone saddle up next to you. Turning your head you saw a cute little blonde girl happily swinging her legs and eating a cinnamon sugar covered churro. She looked up at you and smiled.
“Did you know this is a wishing fountain?” The girl asked.
You looked around briefly before responding. “A wishing fountain? Does that mean you’re going to make a wish?”
The girl shrugged. “I have everything I need, but Frank says if you toss a coin in the fountain and make a wish it’ll come true. I don’t buy it though.”
She handed you a shiny copper penny and hopped from her seat. “But Frank says this is a lucky penny and a lucky fountain, so, if you need something maybe you should make the wish.”
You watched her disappear into the crowd with a confused look on your face. You shook your head and started to pocket the penny before holding it in your hand, laughing to yourself. After the day you had, you could use all the luck you could get. Finishing your ice cream you palmed the penny and closed your eyes tight. What did you need? You had a great job, friends, and a wonderful place to live. But what did you need? A second chance at love. You needed to know that what you just went through wasn’t what it was supposed to be. That love was still out there and all you needed was to be brave enough to remember what that felt like. You took a deep breath and threw the coin into the fountain. When you opened your eyes you were met with piercing blue ones staring at you from across the sculpture. A smile spread across his face as the small blonde girl dragged him back around to where you stood.
“This is her Frank, she’s the one I gave the penny to. Tell her what you told me, she looked confused.” The girl rolled her eyes.
Frank laughed and shook his head before meeting your gaze. “I’m sorry, what I tried to explain to Mary is that wishing wells keep your wishes safe until they can be fulfilled. If you take a wish, the coin, out of the fountain then that person’s wish won’t come true. So the water protects against thieves.”
You looked at him bewildered but smiled. “Well, I really hope someone doesn’t try to steal my wish.”
Mary looked at you with her head tilted, “What did you wish for?”
You looked down at her before your eyes flitted back to Frank. “A second chance at love.”
Frank smiled and introduced himself and Mary properly. After telling him your name he repeated it back in a whisper. You smiled as Mary impatiently looked between you and Frank. Her heavy sigh broke you out of your stupor.
“Do you want to walk around with us for a bit? Frank can tell you about all these superstitions and I can go on some more rides.” Mary suggested with a huff.
Frank was about to say something when you cut him off. “I would be happy to if that’s alright?”
Frank’s eyes lit up. “That would be more than alright,” he said offering you his arm.
You smiled and linked your arm with his, maybe your wish was going to come true sooner than you expected.
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Fandom: Gifted (Movie 2017)
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Frank Adler/Reader, frank adler/female reader
Characters: Frank Adler, Female Reader - Character
Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Omega Verse, alpha verse, True Mates, Alpha Frank, omega female reader, Knotting, soft frank, reader is touch starved, love making, Sex, Rough Sex, Vaginal Sex, Shower Sex, Drunk Sex, Mating Bite, bonding bite, Soulmates
Frank saw you years ago, when he see's you again, he finally decides to talk to you.
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⤳I Hope You’re Happy But Don’t Be Happier
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[frank adler x fem!reader]
“so find someone great, but don't find no one better.”
selfish how you once promised you wanted him to be so happy, with or without you.
of course, he chose the second option.
he believed you deserved better, even after you’d beg him to be better.
but maybe he didn’t have it in his heart to do so.
at least not for you.
he claimed the last thing he wanted was to bring pain upon you, so why did it hurt so much to see him with that other woman?
she seemed sweet, but had he forgotten about you so quickly after so many endless and passionate nights, where he whispered empty promises as he held you close to his chest, swearing up and down as he vowed to gift you the moon and the stars?
it was anything but fair.
he stopped dropping by the bar, distracting you from your late night shift as he dared you to take a few tequila shots with him, causing the two of you to stumbling home in giggles, pausing along the way to press sloppy kisses to his stubbled jaw.
you refused to accept he was no longer yours, how he forced mary to quit dialing you on the phone, claiming it was him calling you and not her.
pure agony, to know the only man that had pieced you back to together, decided to tear you apart when he assured you this would end in flames, and you, not being someone who begged for affection, walked away.
as you scanned the cereal boxes, you opted for special k, softly chuckling at the fact it was the only cereal frank constantly bought in order to vex his niece, mary.
“no- put that back, mary.” his detectable voice caused you to freeze in place, catching a glimpse of your ex-boyfriend through your peripheral view and you took a deep breath, praying you could vanish in thin air.
“[y/n]!” the little blonde’s squeal made you wince but shake it off as you turned to her and kneel at her height, wrapping your arms around her frame, embarrased to admit you were on the verge of crying as she nuzzled her face in your [h/c] hair.
“i’ve missed you, sweetheart,” you whispered with heavy in your heart, avoiding the obvious gaze of a certain brunette, towering over the two of you with an awkward grin.
“frank.” you greeted blankly, rising to your feet as mary latched onto your hand, swinging it back and forth.
“[y/n], this is bonnie.” the knot in your throat tightened as the petite woman beamed a smile and stretched out her arm, offering a kind hand-shake and you obliged.
“she’s my girlfriend.” girfriend? it had barely been a month since the two of you called it quits— not that you’ve been keeping count—still, how little did he care?
“okay.” you snorted, catching the attention and eyes of three, you cringed at your sudden tone and covered it by clearing your throat, holding the cereal box as you began to step back.
“well, glad to know one of us is moving on,” your word vomit began, it was now or never, and you’d rather him take a guilt trip than carry the weight of a broken heart on your shoulders the rest of your life.
“tell her you love her, but not like you loved me.” you breathed out as you blinked the tears, watching frank lower his head, softening the hold he had on bonnie’s hand as he began to feel ashamed, regretful.
before you could continue, you cut yourself off by abandoning the box on the shelf and stormed off, shielding your face as you covered the streaming tears til you found yourself outside of the store, but footsteps followed.
“[y/n]-” “you were my home.” you cried to frank, leaning back against the wall with a mortified look in your big, gorgeous [e/c] eyes, in utter disbelief of him completely tossing you aside like a horrible memory.
“did you really stop loving me?” not hesitating, he moved forward and held you in his arms tightly as your sobs became muffled, gripping at the back of his shirt as you took in his musky cologne you distinctly remember you gave him on his birthday.
“does she have your heart?” you gazed up at him, [e/c] orbs filled with tears and he wiped them away, pushing away the thoughts of how gorgeous you looked when you cried.
“she’ll never have my heart, doll,” he admits, tangling his fingers in your hair and pressed his forehead against yours, his spirit spliting in two as you whimpered, hiccuping slighty as you attempted to choke back your sobs.
“but i can’t just leave her.” your heart dropped, his touch lingering as he left you stranded, sending you once last destructive glance as he met up with the woman with a glint of concern shading her eyes as she placed her fragile palms on frank’s chest, oblivious of the situation.
and you couldn’t blame her.
she probably gives him butterflies, the kind he’d preach you laid in his beautiful soul— so when was it time to accept he was no longer yours?
peering through the transparent, glass window, you saw them share a kiss, smiling into it, just like the two of you used to do.
so maybe, it was time to let go.
[a/n; this song has made me fall apart COUNTLESS TIMES]
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Here it is folks, chapter 5! Again, sorry for the wait but I hope it will have been worth it!
Read the previous chapter HERE / read the full series on AO3
Warning(s): Angst (sorry...again)
CHAPTER FIVE: ADJUSTMENTS
Things had started to feel calmer now. Time had begun to slow down, and Frank was grateful for the chance to breathe again. One Saturday, he returned from the boat yard to change his oil-stained shirt and caught sight of Mary’s journal on the kitchen table – Evelyn had forced her into therapy back in Boston, and though she had hated it, journaling was the one thing she kept on doing – it had been left open on a page filled with tally marks. At the top of the page, she had written ‘number of days without Fred’. Frank pressed his palms against the table and dipped his head. Perhaps Mary would always struggle emotionally in one way or another. He was beginning to feel like a failure. Was his best really good enough? It was impossible to tell.
Sunday was just as quiet. They ate together in silence. Roberta didn’t visit. Their new normal was frustratingly abnormal.
“School tomorrow.” Frank cast a glance at Mary. “Homework done? Books ready?” He knew he didn’t need to ask, but he couldn’t stand the silence any longer.
Mary’s fork danced around her plate. “Obviously.” She huffed.
“Sorry, I was just asking.”
Mary scrunched her nose and continued to pick at her plate, retreating back into her bubble.
“Listen,” Frank reached over and put a hand on her cold arm “I know things are hard right now. But if you talk about it, sometimes it makes things easier.”
“You sound like Evelyn.”
Frank’s shoulders dropped. “You don’t have to finish dinner, okay? You’re cold. I’m gonna go get you a sweater or something.”
He ignored her and left the table. Mary pushed him away every time he tried to slip her arms into one of her hoodies. He fought back, not realizing how roughly he was holding her until she winced and slipped off the chair. He immediately swept her into his arms.
“I’m sorry.” He rocked her slightly. “You need to stop being so fucking stubborn, Mary.” His voice cracked a little. Her tiny hands squeezed him as hard as they could and she rested her head on his shoulder. When Mary started to cry, so did Frank. He pulled back, brushed a strand of hair from her face and laid his hands on her shoulders. “I’m trying my best here. You’ve gotta give me something, kiddo.”
Mary nodded, paused and then ruffled Frank’s hair. He returned the gesture and tucked her under his arm, carrying her across the kitchen and into the living room. She was laughing now. They both were. Mary dangled in his grip, arms limp, then tumbled down, grabbing his hands and stepping on his feet.
“Can we watch TV?” She looked up at him, the dewy sheen of tears beginning to fade from her eyes.
“Sure. But only for a little while. You’ve gotta get up early for school.”
Mary threw her head back and groaned. “Why can’t I just skip class tomorrow? Everybody hates me anyway.”
Frank tugged on her wrists. “Hey, nobody hates you, okay? They’re just jealous of how smart and awesome you are.”
“You have to say that, you’re my Uncle.”
“I’m also an adult, which believe it or not, means I actually know more than you do. About people, at least.”
“Yeah, you are kinda dumb…” She nodded.
“That’s it,” Frank picked her up “you just lost your extra hour of TV.”
In spite of his attempt at sternness, he let her fall asleep on the couch.
Monday came, and Frank finally finished his work on the Celestia. One brief phone call later, he had been invited to join the owner for a trip out on the lake. Frank would usually have been cautious about this – especially with wealthy customers - but he accepted the offer simply because it would give him a chance to clear his head. It was better than sneaking onto someone else’s boat with a six-pack of Heineken at two in the morning, at least. As he wiped his hands on a worn rag, he reclined against the workbench in the corner of the garage. A soft ache spread through his chest. Deep into his biceps. Exhaustion snuck up on him without warning. The chaos of the past few months was finally catching up with him.
He waited so long for Mary to come home from school that he started to think maybe she’d gone on another adventure. His worries subsided when she arrived, shoulders pushed forward under the weight of her satchel. As she threw it down and began to unpack a stack of books, Frank realized exactly what had happened.
“Did you walk all the way from Jackson?”
“Yeah.” Mary squinted as she fumbled around for another book. “Lucy’s really nice. She let me take out a bunch of stuff.”
“She did, huh? Am I gonna be serving you dinner in your room tonight?” He half-joked.
Mary had already stopped listening. Frank shook his head and turned back to the stove to finish cooking. This time, eating in silence didn’t feel awkward – Mary brought a book to the table, fork occasionally missing her mouth as she sat absorbed in whatever it was she was reading. Frank pictured her walking down Jackson with her nose in another book and couldn’t help letting out a soft huff of amusement. She was almost happy. And at least for now, almost was enough.
When he checked on Mary, he peered into a room lit only by a small torch light. She was back in her reading tent. Even though the door squeaked slightly, she didn’t stir. Back in his own bedroom, Frank reached into his nightstand for his phone. Lucy would wake the next morning to a short, thankful text message.
Frank and Mary, however, woke to a prolonged, impatient buzzing. The doorbell.
He was tempted to rub his eyes again when he saw the woman standing on the porch.
Frank was immediately skeptical, but he opened the door to her anyway.
“Well,” she popped a hip and adjusted her sunglasses “are you going to ask me to come in or shall I just stand here on the porch?”
“Mary’s heading to school in a couple minutes.” His jaw tightened a little as he watched her fingers flex against the handle of her travel case. This wasn’t an impromptu visit.
“I’ll say hello quickly, then.” She barged past him, the wheels of her case narrowly missing his toes.
Mary had a piece of toast hanging out of her mouth and a book clutched to her chest. She covered her mouth as she hurriedly chewed and then walked around the kitchen island to meet Evelyn.
“Hello, darling.” Evelyn planted a kiss on the crown of Mary’s head, leaving a glossy pink mark in her hair. “Off to school?”
“Yep.” Mary replied, popping the ‘p’ curtly. “Are you staying with us?”
“Maybe. That depends on your uncle.” She inclined her head towards Frank in a way that she thought was comical, but it just made Mary cringe.
“Why?” She knelt down to shove the book she was holding into her satchel.
“That’s enough, short-stuff.” Frank intervened, steering her away from Evelyn. “Let’s go.”
“Have a good day, darling!” Evelyn called out, pivoting her suitcase so that it would fit flush against the wall.
When Frank returned, he slammed the front door and crossed his arms as he glared down at Evelyn.
“Alright, what’s this about? What little scheme have you come up with now?”
Evelyn smoothed her sundress and shifted uncomfortably on the couch. “You’re so hostile.” She tutted.
“Can you blame me?” He strode over to her and perched on the arm of the couch.
“Not at all.” She clasped her hands in her lap and twisted herself to face him. “I wanted –“she stuttered, blinking “-needed to see my son and granddaughter.”
In that moment, Frank saw himself. The same sunken hopelessness. He noticed raw pink lines beneath her eyes. For the first time in a long time, Evelyn seemed human.
“This is about Diane isn’t it.”
“Yes. I couldn’t face another anniversary alone, Frank.”
“You called me Frank.” He mused. “Where’s the real Evelyn?”
She managed the smallest of smiles and reached out rub his arm. “I lost her a long time ago.” She was holding his hand now, squeezing lightly. “I won’t stay too long. I’m sure you must be busy.”
Frank placed his other hand over hers. “Stay as long as you want.”
“You don’t really mean that.” Her icy tone returned.
“I mean it.” He insisted. “It’ll be good for Mary.”
“How is she?”
“Honestly? She’s struggling. She’s stubborn about it, though.”
“I wonder where she gets that from…” Evelyn chuckled.
“She’s dealing with more than a kid should have to deal with right now. Losing Fred, the car accident…”
Evelyn’s head jerked to the side. “Car accident?”
“Don’t worry, Mary wasn’t in the car. It was just me. I was a little drunk, it was stupid.”
“For God’s sake, Francis!” Evelyn yelled. “You stupid boy!”
Francis. Boy. She was his mother again. Instead of fighting back, the ache he had felt earlier returned and he slumped against the cushions.
“After it happened,” his breaths were shallow, a lump forming in his throat “I just sat there thinking about what would’ve happened if...” both his hands and his voice had begun to shake “I can’t take care of her. Not in the way she needs to be. Diane would be so fucking disappointed.”
Evelyn took Frank’s face in her hands and kissed his forehead. He buried his face in her shoulder and allowed her to be the mother she suddenly wanted to be.
“Diane would be very proud of you.” She glanced up at the ceiling, fighting back tears. “I’m proud of you, darling.” She whispered, brushing her fingers through his hair. “So proud of you.”
“I just want her to be okay.” He sniffled.
“She will be.” Evelyn turned to kiss Frank’s hair and then stood up, brushing a crease from the skirt of her dress. “Why don’t I cook dinner for us tonight? It’ll give you a chance to rest.”
Frank’s defenses were down, so he agreed.
That night, Evelyn made a shepherd’s pie and sat with Mary as she completed her homework. She piled chocolate ice cream into a bowl and made herself a martini. His mother was back, but she was still putting on the airs and graces of the woman she once was. He knew that if she didn’t, she would be more broken than she had been when she arrived. So he played pretend too.
Almost happy. Almost a family. And that would be just fine for now.
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➥ [frank adler x fem!reader]
[a/n; seriously, i need to marry frank adler NOW, my soft baby
you were new to the neighborhood, and everyone was extremely friendly.
especially the adlers’.
you couldn’t lie, frank was drop-dead gorgeous, and you didn’t mind a little eye-candy on the daily.
and you could tell you caught his eye, because he began parading shirtless, pretending to do garden work, or offering to wash your truck even if it was squeaky clean.
so a day like any other when he brought mary home from school, you grabbed your fresh-made tray of dessert and headed towards their house with a rapidly beating heart.
frank instantly noticed you walked towards the front door and made his way over, gladly letting you in, placing his palm on the small of the back and prayed he wasn’t over-stepping — he just wanted to let you know he was being welcoming.
“i wasn’t sure if mary liked brownies but I made her a few.” you shyly spoke as you handed him the tray, smiling when the blonde young girl ran into the kitchen and nearly fainted at the incredible smell beginning to distribute around the house.
“thank you, [y/n], you’re a doll.” he grinned as he took a bite from a chocolate square, he forcefully held back a moan at the taste, but you could tell your cooking had confidentely won him over.
“frank, just marry her already.” mary commented with a mouth full of gooey fudge brownie, causing the two of you to giggle, but he adored how your cheeks flushed brightly.
“how about we start with a date? tomorrow?” he suggested boldly and you bit your lip, drawing attention to your mouth as he flickered his deep blue eyes back to your [e/c] orbs.
[2 days later]
“what day is it?” mary chimed as she nonchalantly pranced into the kitchen, holding her cat, fred, in her arms.
“saturday, why?” frank grumbled as he sat at the table, placing his hands on his forehead as he attempted to calm his headache, due to last nights shots.
“huh, so you do know your calendar and you actually stood up [y/n] last night.” frank shot his head up, taking in mary’s sarcasm as he scrambled towards his room, slipping on a t-shirt and busted open the front door, dashing over to your house.
“[y/n]!” you just hopped into your car as your heart jumped at the sound of his voice, clutching at the steering wheel in anger but your facial expression showed the opposite.
“god, i’m so sorry, i got caught up last night.” he leaned on your door and you forced out a chuckle, twisting the key to get the ignition started.
“it’s okay, i’m sure you were extremely busy, it’s fine.” he jumped back as you reversed your truck, denying him a chance to give you a stupid explanation and left.
imagining scenarios where you told off frank rushed through your head, not allowing you to concentrate on work, you nibble on the pen and slid out your phone, taking in consideration the option where you’d give him a piece of your mind.
you weren’t a coward — you needed this to happen, face to face.
the passing hours felt like days, your feet tapped against the hard, cold floor as you attempted to finish the extra paper-work you had left unattended yesterday, all for him.
as soon as you were able to hand in your day’s work, you dashed for your truck, heading towards the dock.
it was a long drive, but you were swerving cars left in right, wishing you hadn’t flagged down an officer; and so lucky, you arrived to your destination.
“i waited two hours!” you slammed your truck, not even thinking twice as you left behind car keys and stormed into his workshop, causing him to turn and wipe his greasy hands on a rag.
“i ate alone! and when i decided i’d get drunk over your ass, i saw you at the bar, you’re a prick!” you yelled, reaching for an empty soda bottle he had lying around and threw it at him, missing by just an inch and you huffed, stomping away til he reached for your hand.
“i made you brownies, you dick! i never cook for anyone unless i actuallly like them.” you get angry at yourself for the quiver in your tone, feeling the tears threatening to spill and he sighed, tossing the rag over his shoulder.
“i screwed up, i was planning to take a few shots of courage before our date and it got outta hand, you didn’t deserve it,” your teary eyes averted his own his til he placed his hand on the nape of your neck firmly for your attention.
“i’ll make it up to you, i swear.” he breathed out, you wanted nothing more than to press your lips onto his, letting him know he was forgiven and that you’d give him a thousand more chances.
but it wasn’t fair for you.
“how about we just... stay friends.” you bit your inner cheek as you saw the disheartened look on his face and the slump in his shoulders, he knew your choice was rightful, but it hadn’t hit him til you walked away.
every morning after that, he’d leave batches of brownies on your door step.
some would be crisp burnt, you were half-afraid of getting stung at the scorching feeling.
other days, they’d be extremely raw, you were convinced you’d catch a case of salmonella just from smelling the chocolatey batter.
but one day, you noticed they were perfect, the sink-your-teeth, moan-at-the-taste, fall-in-love kind of brownie.
store-bought, you smirked to yourself.
you hadn’t noticed when frank sheepily walked towards you and once he cleared his throat, your head turned, frowing at him for interrupting your make-out session with the dessert.
“you cheated.. i know you didn’t make these.” you gave him a small grin, causing his cheeks to go red at the revelation; he shoved his hands in his pocket and looked down at you with apologetic eyes.
“i really am sorry, [y/n], you’ve been nothing but sweet to me and i ruined it,” he suspired, gulping hard as he began to admit his wrongs, your eyes never drifting from his blue ones, “what can i do to make it better?”
“well,” you finally spoke, tentatively interlocking his hand with yours, your soft fingers lingering to trace the roughness, sending shudders through-out his body but helping him remain quiet, calm.
“for starters, stop making brownies, just leave the dessert making to me,” he softly giggled at your teasing words, playfully nudging you with his worn-out jean covered knee, “i really like you, frank, don’t make me have a change of heart.”
your pout compelled him to lean forward, cautiously resting his pretty, pink lips against your own, his beard ticking you in a yet soothing way, you deepened the kiss by clutching his bicep with one hand and the other was placed on his abs, allowing you to trace and memorize every pattern.
“can’t wait to taste these brownie kisses every single day.”
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mmm, I can't stop thinking about frank. I mean, what a dilf, whatta rugged, boat repairing, beer drinking dilf. sighhhhh just imagine watching Mary for him when he gets a better paying job with longer hours and welcoming him home with a homemade meal and cold drink 🥺 treating him like the gem he is, rubbing the frown from his forehead, kissing the tip of his cock-
WHAT AN ATTACK. HOW ABOUT A COUNTER ATTACK?!
Warning: Explicit sexual content & language. Oral sex (m receiving). 18+ only!
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Frank’s voice was a husky groan that had you pressing your thighs together as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked his cock.
When you swallowed him down to the back of your throat, until you were gagging and tears gathered at the corners of your eyes, he moaned long and loud.
“Fuck, you’re so good to me,” he grunted, rough hand sliding along your soft cheek. “Taking care of me after a long, hard day, isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
You moaned your affirmation around his length, bobbing your head as you felt him twitch against your tongue when you eased up for a breath.
“You gonna let me cum down that pretty throat?” Frank’s thumbs swiped the tears from your warm face as you greedily gasped in air.
“Yeah,” you breathed, eyes fluttering as you leaned into his touch.
“Go on, sweetheart,” Frank hummed, tapping your swollen bottom lip with the tip of his cock. “Swallow it all, until your belly’s all warm and full of me.”
Moaning, you took him back into your mouth—into your throat—eagerly, reveling in the way Frank’s composure slipped, little by little. Until he was relentlessly fucking your face and then moaning his release, his salty tang flooding your senses and burning your throat as you drank down his pleasure, every last drop.
“Fuck, that was so good,” Frank purred, sagging back into his seat at the kitchen table and watching with a soft, fuck drunk smile as you pulled off of his cock and gave the tip a kiss before tucking him away. “You’re so good to me, sweetheart. C’mere.”
He reached for you, gently urging you onto his lap sideways, his arm circling your back as he leaned in and caught your swollen lips in a slow, languid kiss.
“Love tasting myself on your tongue,” he murmured against your mouth once you parted. “Almost as much as I love the taste of that sweet honey between your legs.”
“Frank,” you gasped, muffling a giggle against his shoulder as you squirmed in his lap.
“Bet there’s plenty of it waiting for me,” he teased, nipping at your bottom lip once you were meeting his gaze again, forehead pressed to his. “I know how much you like sucking my cock.”
He grinned at the quiet, desperate whine that bubble up from your throat. “You gonna let me take you to bed, spread you open, and have my dessert?”
“Jesus, Frank. I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”
His laugh was a quiet, gravelly rumble that had you shivering as he held you tight. “That’s why you’re my girl.”
Pecking your lips, he urged you to your feet, the front of his jeans already tenting again in anticipation as he rose behind you.
Big hands sliding to your hips, Frank guided you toward the bedroom, his lips warm against your ear as he murmured, “It’s gonna be a long night, sweetheart, because I’m not stopping till you’re crying for me, and then I’m gonna ruin you with my cock until you’re crying all over again.”
Whimpering, you couldn’t even string together a response as Frank urged you into the bedroom and toward the bed, pressing close to your back as he swung the door shut behind you both and dug into his dessert.
I meeeean. Have at me, cranky sir 🥴🥴🥴
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i ruined our sweet tune
frank adler x reader (fluff)
summary: the last person you’d expect to see in florida is the hot professor from your undergrad philosophy class.
word count: 2.3k
warnings: mentions of suicide. gets vaguely steamy with a 7-8 year age gap, but reader is in grad school when this story actually takes place
a/n: no thoughts, just professor frank adler. (title from “rearview” by andra day)
Sitting in your secluded corner of the library on a Saturday morning, you hear the entrance to the wing squeak open, rapid little steps creaking the wooden floor, and a harshly whispered “Mary!” before a dull, booming thud shakes you out of your daze.
Although slightly alarmed, you have no excuse to feel annoyed, especially since you have made almost no progress on your thesis in the last hour and a half. You frown and lean back in your chair to locate the source of the distraction. Two bookshelves down the aisle closest to you, a man and a small girl stand around a thick book that had unceremoniously fallen off the shelf. The man rests his hands on his hips, disgruntled, but he glances up when he notices you looking.
His attention seems torn between you and the girl, who endeavors to seize the heavy book. He whispers, “Hi, I’m sorry, she’s—”
You blink. “A child.” Someone has brought a literal child into your university library.
He appears irritated yet affectionate, plucking the—topology?—book from her. “Yes. A child who doesn’t listen to me,” he adds pointedly, rubbing at her blonde hair. His blue eyes linger on yours as he offers you a polite nod. “Sorry again. We’ll get out of here.”
“Wait.” You blink twice, quickly rising to stand in front of your small wooden desk and cringing at the scraping sound of your chair echoing in the relative silence of the library. “Professor Adler?”
He tucks the book under a tanned arm, giving you a funny look. “Been a long time since anyone’s called me that.” The girl frowns deeply at you, her tiny forehead scrunching. She grabs his big hand with both of hers and pulls.
Apparently, you would recognize that deep voice and those bright blue eyes anywhere, even with his casual clothes, his confusing presence in Florida, and the fact that a child accompanies him.
“I took your class as an undergrad.” You laugh at yourself for remembering something from so years ago, and more than a thousand miles away. “Truth and Logic?”
He nods slowly at you, a subtle smile softening his stern features. “Long time ago.”
You scratch at a spot behind your right ear and mentally curse yourself for the action. It was a shy mannerism you had developed almost any time Professor Frank Adler’s gaze passed over your section of his lecture hall almost eight years ago, your freshman year of college, when you registered for a crowded 100-level philosophy course.
Hoping to get an easy A, as well as an eyeful of the purportedly hot, 26-year-old professor.
“Frank,” she whines, clearly using most of her strength to pull at him. “You told me you’d help me find that analysis book.”
Distantly, a part of you questions why someone who looks like a second-grader would know anything about analysis, but Frank interrupts your thoughts. “I’m sorry, I don’t remember your name.”
You tell him. With over two hundred people in his class, you wouldn’t expect him to recall your name. Annoyingly, your hand moves to that spot to scratch under your ear again.
“Did you like my class?” he asks with a cheeky smirk.
You hesitate, pretending to recall the deeper themes of philosophy when you really spent most lectures daydreaming of his gravelly voice and strong arms, maybe visiting his office hours just to have an excuse to talk to him. “It was fine,” you answer honestly.
“Do you wanna get a drink?” Mary pulls at his wrist, hard enough now that he stumbles noticeably as he watches you, waiting for an answer. “I haven’t talked to anyone from Boston in a while. I’d love to—” He shoots Mary a look, then turns his attention back to you. “Reminisce.”
Your arms cross over your body. “Uh, sorry, I just did my undergrad there. I’m not from Boston.”
He doesn’t miss a beat. “Still. I’d like to buy you a drink.”
Mary spins completely now. She slings his arm over a shoulder and starts trying to stomp toward the door. He doesn’t budge, and you try to suppress a grin.
“Um, okay.” Spinning quickly, you rip a corner from your notebook, scribbling your number with your pen. You shake your head for a second before turning, walking to Frank, and putting the thin slip in his palm. “Here.”
He doesn’t relent to Mary’s march toward the door until he places the folded paper safely in his shirt pocket. Smirking, he says, “I’ll text you,” then finally follows her out.
— — —
You spent the few hours before you were supposed to get drinks with Frank procrastinating your thesis. First, you killed time by taking too long to get ready—shuffling through five different outfit choices. Then, you Googled your date.
It had taken just ten minutes of research to ascertain that Frank Adler left his assistant professorship at Boston University shortly after discovering that his sister, Diane, a world-renowned mathematician, had committed suicide.
You immediately felt dread at the idea of seeing him, and debated sending a quick text to cancel. Your plan was to rely on your shared experiences at BU as conversation material, and clearly that could backfire.
It takes a pregame drink and a dozen hype-up texts from your college friends to convince you not to cancel.
A great decision on your part, since it turns out to not be much of a date. A couple of drinks in a noisy place called Ferg’s, small talk about Florida weather and grad school and Mary, a dozen heated glances exchanged under the orange lighting of the bar—and then, barely an hour later, you’re kissing him, desperately, as he kicks his niece’s haphazardly scattered toys to clear a path for his couch.
As he sits, his lips still on yours, he guides you down onto his lap, invitingly solid and warm. His breath, smelling a bit like beer, mixes with yours and makes you feel faint.
Distantly, you remember your roommates’ reactions when you showed them the picture of Professor Adler on BU’s website years ago. Holy shit. Maybe I am interested in philosophy.
This isn’t even a good picture of him, you had replied. He’s even better up close.
He’s so close.
You feel Frank moan into your mouth when you slide your hands into his hair, and you think you might die.
...died Friday night on what sources in Boston are calling a suicide. She is survived by her brother Frank and daughter Mary.
He wraps a big, calloused palm around the back of your neck and holds your upper thigh with the other, his thumb moving across your skin, which is a thrilling development, and you whimper quietly when his hands start to squeeze and roam and compress your body to his, but you have to pull away.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper.
“Too much?” he asks, breathless. You stare at his pink lips.
You hesitate, because like any sane person, you could just kiss him and forget it. Shut up, and stop letting your mind run rampant and ruin this. “I’m sorry about your sister,” you clarify.
Judging by his exasperated look, you kill the mood instantly. “Jesus,” he mutters, manhandling you off his lap until you’re awkwardly seated next to him, your legs bent over his thighs. His strength, in a different context, would probably be incredibly sexy. “You didn’t have to bring that up.” He pulls your knees to his chest as he slouches backwards.
You consider your options, such as grabbing your purse and leaving, or letting the heat of your embarrassment evaporate you into nothingness. Hugging your thighs, you lean forward. “Why did you want to talk to someone from Boston?” you wonder aloud, mostly to yourself.
“I don’t know,” he answers noncommittally. “Guess it was just an excuse to spend the night with a cute girl.”
You dig your nails into your thighs to keep from itching behind your ear. Quietly, you admit, “I tried reading her proof. For the...?”
“Couldn’t understand a word of it.” You embrace your legs tighter, curling up further so you can hide from the serious look on his face. “She must have been really smart.”
He mumbles something in agreement, absentmindedly stroking your knees. It doesn’t seem like an affectionate gesture, just something to do with his hands.
“I’ll… I can go.” You move your legs to the floor, anxiously readjusting your shirt and yanking the ridden-up hem of your shorts down your thighs.
You’ve already pulled your bag onto your shoulder and stood up when he stops you. “No, c’mon. Stay. You’ve already knocked down one of my walls.”
You look at him, flustered as you realize the mess you’ve made of his hair when you tugged at it earlier, when he moaned into your skin. “What?” you ask, distracted by how the slight imperfection makes him even sexier.
“My friend Roberta says that I put up walls,” he explains with a slight dismissive tone. Frank gestures for you to sit, so you gingerly place yourself on the other end of the couch, far enough that you’re not tempted to touch him. As much as you want to. “To protect myself.”
“I think we all do that,” you comment softly.
“Yeah?” He smirks. “What’s one of yours?”
“I…” You stall, grabbing your purse and cradling it into your lap. “I’m procrastinating writing my master’s thesis.” Your lips curl into a brief and sad smile. “Part of the reason why I agreed to this date, I guess.”
“It's not just ‘cause you think I’m cute?'' he asks, a vaguely playful tone in his voice. Then, Frank stands up. “You want some—?”
“I’ve always—” you start to mumble simultaneously.
You’ve certainly had too much to drink if you’re really about to say, I’ve always thought that you’re cute.
“Water?” he finishes, chuckling.
You nod politely. As he leaves for his kitchen, he switches on the lights in his living room, removing the comforting, concealing darkness. You scan your surroundings, taking in the strange mix of math textbooks, kids’ toys, and power tools.
The second he steps into the kitchen, you bury your rapidly warming face in your palms and release a silent scream.
He returns with two glasses, giving you one before continuing your conversation. “Doesn’t seem fair that you’re talking to me about my sister and all the dirt I have on you is that you’re procrastinating writing a paper.”
“It’s an important paper.” You take a lengthy sip of water, attempting to collect your thoughts. “And, I wasn’t trying to dig up dirt, Frank. I was just… curious. You. Being here in Florida, with a kid.”
“Uh-huh.” He narrows his eyes at Mary’s LEGO bricks on the floor, setting his glass on the coffee table and leaving the couch to sit next to the colorful pile. He starts to collect the pieces, depositing them in a nearby plastic bin.
Such a strange sight, your former professor on his living room rug, cleaning up his niece’s toys. After watching him for a few moments, you join him, leaving your purse by the couch. You drop the LEGO bricks in the box, two at a time.
A few moments pass. “I’ve heard that people procrastinate to avoid negative emotions,” he mentions idly. In his statement lies an unspoken question. What’s your baggage?
“I mean, you’re an academic, aren’t you?” You hold a couple pieces in your hands, snapping them together, then prying them apart, over and over. “Worried that my career won’t go anywhere. Afraid of being in student debt for the rest of my life.” You toss the bricks into the pile. “And constantly thinking that I’m not good enough.”
“I do know that feeling,” he murmurs.
You see the slightest smile, as he admires one of Mary’s colorful creations, turning it in his hands.
It's a boat.
He has a nice smile. You want to make it bigger, until it lights up his whole face, then see it a hundred more times.
“You took a pretty stellar philosophy course as an undergrad, so I’m sure that laid a solid foundation for your future career,” he jokes.
“I’ll include it in my resume,” you say as you start building a square tower, picking bricks back out of the bin instead of helping him put them away. “Took Truth and Logic with the great Professor Frank Adler of Boston University. And got a B.”
“I only gave you a B?” he laughs.
“Yeah, you dick.” He reaches towards you, snapping a few bricks onto your tower. You frown and flick lightly at him, rearranging the pieces so they fit the color order you had established with the first few layers: red, green, blue.
For a few minutes, you both sit in easy silence. Frank gathers bricks for you, so you can keep stacking and stacking.
After you snap on several layers, he mumbles, “I should take you on a real date.”
“You wanna wine and dine me?” you scoff, smiling.
“I do,” he says carefully.
He gets up to move the coffee table to the far wall of the room, motioning you to sit with your back against the cushions so you’ll be comfortable. You keep making your structure taller, while Frank grabs some other pieces, starting a tower of his own.
You shrug. “This is a pretty good first date if you ask me, Frank.”
— — —
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Moment’s Silence - Part Two
Andy Barber x Female Reader & Frank Adler x Female Reader
So I had an idea to base a fic around Indecent Proposal andddd thus this was born! Thank you all for your comments and re-blogs, I love hearing from you all.
Previous: Part One
Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Language and angst. After the event that occurs at the end of this part, expect things to move a lot faster.
gif by @sharonscarter
Summary | The tumultuous relationship between twin brothers Frank and Andy takes a turn for the worse when Andy offers to wipe out Frank’s debt by asking for the one thing Andy wants that Frank has.
“Are you out of your mind?” Frank demands, his eyes narrowed in disgust. “Do you hear yourself?”
“Lower your voice,” Andy counters harshly. “You want to wake them up?”
“Maybe I should. I should beat the everloving shit out of you for even forming that question in your brain. The answer is no. Flat out, one hundred percent no.”
Andy leans against the island, crossing his arms as he bends his head down at his brother.
“Wouldn’t be up to you. You’d have the benefits of the money, sure. But the decision is in her hands,” Andy reminds him calmly.
Frank pushes the last bottle of beer away from him, pushing back his chair as Andy holds up his hands for peace.
“Hey. We aren’t finished. I get it, the proposition isn’t what you expected. But look around you, Frank. I’m always working. I never stop. The only semblance of normal is when you all visit.”
Frank shakes his head, his anger palatable as they stare at each other for a moment. Andy knows he hurt his brother, he can tell that by how Frank continues to try to process every word he said, his fists clenching and unclenching at the table.
“That sounds like a personal problem. I made sacrifices to make sure I’m there for Mary. You could do the same to have a life outside of work,” Frank snaps, getting up and tossing the empty bottles into the recycling bin. “Maybe use the fact that I have a family as motivation for you to go out and find your own as opposed to trying to steal mine.”
“I’m not stealing anything. I’m asking. You’re putting too much emotion in it.”
The lid slams closed as Frank glares at his brother.
“Emotion? We’ve been together for three years, Andy! How do you expect me to act? I love her with every ounce of my being. She and Mary are my world. So don’t tell me I’m putting emotion into it. What else am I supposed to do?”
“Think about the future? The debt that just keeps on coming without any end in sight? Okay fine, I’m being a little selfish. I’ll admit it. But it’s a one time thing.”
“Why her?” Frank asks pointedly. “And if you’re going to be generous, as you believe yourself to be, why does it come with the condition that you have to sleep with her?”
“I didn’t say she had to sleep with me. It can be a dinner, just the two of us. Some conversation that doesn’t involve my job or the fact that you’re my brother.”
“I said no. I’m not even going to entertain this anymore. I’m going to bed and if I wake up and I feel the same way about how I do about you as I feel right now? We’re going back to Florida.”
Frank storms past his brother and up the stairs, leaving Andy behind.
Frank checks on Mary, hovering at the door long enough to make sure she’s still fast asleep before he heads to the guest room, where he sees your sleeping form under the blankets. He’s careful when he climbs into bed, pulling you against him gently as you murmur in your sleep.
“I love you,” Frank says atop the crown of your head. “I love you so much.”
It’s too early to be pushing a cart through the grocery aisle but you want to surprise Mary with funfetti pancakes. Down the aisle, Andy picks up a box and inspects the ingredients. He offered to drive you when he saw you were pulling on your coat and you didn’t want to wake Frank or Mary so you took him up on your offer.
“It’s probably better if you don’t read the ingredients,” you murmur as you push the cart past him. “That’s why it’s a treat. It means we don’t have to read the label.”
“She’s gonna be bouncing off the walls,” Andy replies with a shake of his head. “The sugar content is over double what she should be consuming.”
You pluck the box out of his hand and place it in the cart.
“That’s why we’re all going to eat the same thing. Sharing is caring.”
You hear his defeated sigh as he follows behind you. You aren’t sure why he’s following you. By his own admission, the fridge had been stocked and yet, he was searching the aisles for snacks that he asked you if Mary liked.
“Not that kind,” you deny gently, watching Andy put back a pack of pudding. “She’s into vanilla again. Last time we bought those, she scooped out the vanilla and left the chocolate.”
“Kids,” Andy muses as he plucks out the vanilla flavored pack. “You know, you’re really good with her.”
“I try to be. It took a little while for her to warm up to me. Which makes sense, considering she’s so protective of Frank. I wouldn’t want someone trying to scheme their way into my life either.”
You sigh at the thought of Mary, a smile spreading across your lips.
“I love her. Both of them.”
You don’t realize you’re halfway down the aisle without him until you look back and he’s still staring at the snacks in the aisle. It must be hard for him to not see Mary as much as he would like to. You’ve seen the pictures of her around the house, the picture she drew him last Christmas still on the side of the fridge. You know you dig your heels in when Frank drags his feet at visiting his brother but that’s because you know family - especially their dynamic - can’t be healed with them so far away.
You don’t feel sorry for Andy as much as you do Frank and even then, it’s a feeling that isn’t so much sympathy as it is respect for him putting Mary first. There’s no use in even entertaining the thought of why Andy couldn’t take her because you can’t imagine Mary being with anyone else. People have their own timelines, you remind yourself, trying to reach for a pack of paper towels that are just out of reach. Despite the stretch of your fingers as you rock upward on your tiptoes, straining to reach it until an employee picks it up and hands it to you.
“Everything okay?” Andy asks you and the employee as you toss it into the cart.
“Just helping your wife,” the employee says cheerfully.
“Oh, I’m not -” you begin to correct them.
“I appreciate the help,” Andy interrupts you as your mouth drops open.
“Gotta talk to my supervisor about why we keep putting the paper towels up so darn high,” the employee continues on as you stare at Andy. “Well, you folks have a good morning.”
When they round the corner, Andy inspects the cart.
“Wife? You didn’t even correct him.”
“Didn’t see the harm in making it awkward. No, she’s not my wife, she’s my twin brother’s girlfriend?” Andy shrugs. “You know that you aren’t. So why does it matter?”
He has a point but it still makes you want to say something. Instead you keep your mouth shut, rolling your eyes as you take another look inside the cart.
“I think I have everything I need,” you say finally. “Unless you need anything else.”
Before he can answer, your phone vibrates loudly in your purse as you search for it, swiping to answer it when you see it’s Frank.
“Please tell me you aren’t at the store buying funfetti mix for Mary,” Frank begs sleepily.
“I’m also buying orange juice if that helps,” you answer, letting Andy take hold of the cart as he pushes it toward the front of the store.
“Not really. Is Andy there?”
“He’s up ahead. We’re about to pay. Is something the matter?”
There’s a long pause as you prod him gently.
“Frank? Did something happen?”
“Just being his usual, charming and self-absorbed self like always. Got into last night over money. I woke this morning thinking about it. Maybe we should cut this trip short and head back. Mary’s been getting antsy with wanting to study. Might be good to have her go back a little early.”
You watch as Andy loads the items on the belt, motioning for you to continue your phone call.
“Cut the trip short? Was it that bad?”
“Bad enough for me to think about leaving.”
You sigh at his comment, wondering what transpired between them. Whatever it was, you know that it isn’t good, judging by Frank’s somber tone and Andy’s unwillingness to talk about anything other than Mary.
Money would continue to divide them unless Frank magically won the lottery or moved to Boston. Neither of which either you or Frank believed would happen.
“You know I’ll support you in whatever you want to do. But we should probably let Mary have her breakfast before we make any decisions.”
“I know,” Frank agrees. “I’ll see you back at the house. Love you.”
“Love you too,” you answer, ending the call as Andy fishes the car keys out of his pocket.
“Frank overslept,” he muses, walking to the car with you in tow. “Guess that memory foam mattress works wonders after all.”
You know you shouldn’t pry. It was a disagreement between brothers and nothing to do with you. There’s nothing you want more than for them to get along, for their own sake and Mary’s. She’s told you repeatedly that she wishes Andy would visit. The long car rides bore her and even with the ample stops, you know the trip back home will be a test of everyone’s patience.
“Penny for your thoughts,” Andy offers as the car slows at a red light.
“A lot to do in the next few weeks, is all. Mary’s got a school recital that we’ve got to prepare her for. Looking for a new truck for Frank and hopefully some good news with my job. It’s just a temporary assignment but I’m hoping for something a little more permanent.”
“Do you all need help with Mary’s expenses? Say the word and I’ll give her whatever she needs. As for the truck,” Andy pauses, the car rolling forward before he picks up speed. “I did try to offer to buy him one. We were raised to never take handouts so I get it, he feels like I’ll hold it over his head.”
It’s a bold question and you regret it immediately, your eyes focusing on the scenery out of your window to avoid looking at him.
“Of course not. He’s my brother. But no matter what I do, he’ll think I’ll treat him like some charity case. Can’t do much when I’m here and he lives down there, you know? It’s like he wants to suffer. I know that isn’t true but sometimes… it sure feels like it.”
You’re quiet the rest of the way, still looking at the houses that seem to get more palatial as he turns onto his street.
One he parks, your phone goes off once more as he pauses at the look on your face. It’s your job and you feel a sinking feeling as you watch it for a moment.
“You can go on inside, I just need to take this really quick,” you answer, watching him get out of the car, leaving you inside.
When you answer, you try to remain cheerful.
Your voice isn’t as chipper as you want it to be but you’re also nervous. You’d received two text messages from a co-worker who didn’t have good news and you know that these types of calls don’t wait until you’re back into the office.
“It’s Miranda,” the voice on the other end greets you sadly. “I know this is probably a bad time but I wanted to call you personally.”
You squeeze your eyes shut, swallowing down the lump that is quickly forming in your throat.
“I know this call isn’t one you were expecting. As of today, we’re downsizing the office and as a result, we have to let go over half of the office. You were identified as someone who is a part of the downsizing efforts. I’m so sorry. I know you were looking forward to better news and I wish that I had that for you.”
You try to breathe, your breath shaky as your emotions go haywire at the thought of what you are going to do now.
“I understand,” you answer, your voice wavering. “It’s disappointing but understandable.”
“We’ll be sending you out your final paycheck by end of day today. I know you’re out of town but it’ll be waiting for you. I just wish I had better news, again, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay, Miranda. It happens,” you respond, wiping away a tear that slips down your cheek. “Thank you for the call.”
“Of course. Please take care.”
When the call disconnects, you slump back into your seat, staring ahead in shock. You know you should do something. Cry or scream but nothing comes out as you continue to wipe the tears. Anxiety takes root and begins asking questions you’re not ready to face. You have to be strong for Mary, you know she doesn’t do well with tears and for a moment, you have to center yourself, taking a deep breath. Eventually you’ll have to tell Frank but you don’t want him to worry just yet.
When you pull yourself out of the passenger’s seat, you close the door, Mary looking at you from the large window as she beckons you to come inside. You force a smile as you turn away from the window slightly, trying to take in big gulps of air.
You’ll be fine, you tell yourself. It’s only a setback, nothing more.
Once you’re inside the house, a pair of small arms cling to your thigh.
“Can you make my pancakes? Frank wants to make them but he always burns the bottom and then flips it upside down so I don’t notice. But I always notice,” Mary says with a roll of her eyes. “You make them perfect.”
“Do you want to supervise?” you ask, shrugging off your coat as she looks at you carefully. “Where are your uncles?”
“Upstairs. I think Frank was shouting.”
You look up at the ceiling for a moment and Mary follows suit before you feel her eyes on you.
“Are you okay?” Mary asks, tilting her head to the side curiously.
“Yeah, why do you ask?”
“Your eyes are swollen. Were you crying?”
You usher Mary into the kitchen, plopping her down at a barstool.
“Allergies,” you answer quickly, nodding toward the box in her hands. “You’re my assistant so come on. What’s the first step we have to do?”
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Moment’s Silence - Part One
Andy Barber x Female Reader & Frank Adler x Female Reader
So I had an idea to base a fic around Indecent Proposal andddd thus this was born!
Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Blink and you’ll miss it somnophilia, angst, mentions of jealousy.
gif by @riricitaa
Summary | The tumultuous relationship between twin brothers Frank and Andy takes a turn for the worse when Andy offers to wipe out Frank’s debt by asking for the one thing Andy wants that Frank has.
Mary jumps out of the rental car before it’s even parked, screaming loudly at the sight of her uncle who is standing on the steps. Frank tenses up at the sight of his twin brother, inhaling loudly at the scene of Mary being scooped up in his arms. You know it’s a sore subject, watching how happy Mary seems to be with her uncle, almost a spitting image of Frank.
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this. Again,” Frank mutters, leaning his head back against the headrest. “You know this is all she’s going to talk about on the trip back. Uncle Andy this and Uncle Andy that.”
“You needed to see him,” you remind him, placing your hand over his for a moment before you lift your hand to wave to Andy as he waves back. “You’re family.”
“Yeah, family. So he can rub it in my face that I left a teaching career behind to cater to rich people.”
“He knows it was for Mary,” you try to point out as he shakes his head in denial. “Frank, it’s just a few days and then we go back home. You both need each other.”
“Sure,” Frank agrees as you reach for the door handle. “Like a heart attack.”
You allow him his one tantrum as you close the door behind you, shrugging your purse over your shoulder as Andy holds the door open for you. His beard is thicker than Frank’s and it tickles slightly when he envelops you in a hug with Mary in his arms.
“Good to see you,” Andy greets you, his arms lingering slightly longer than you’d expect as he sets Mary down on the ground and she takes off inside his house.
“What did you get me this time?” Mary calls out as you hear her footsteps heading up the stairs.
“You’ll see when you get to your room,” Andy yells back, turning back to look at you as he winks.
“Andy, you didn’t buy her anything, did you? Last time we left with so much stuff and I don’t think she even knows where half of it is,” you protest gently, looking back at the door. “I should go help Frank with the bags.”
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll help him. Go get settled with Mary and we’ll figure out what to do for dinner.”
You don’t hesitate when you head toward the stairs, hearing Mary’s excited shriek as she calls out for you to come see her presents.
Frank closes the trunk right as Andy reaches for the suitcases. The twins size each other up, Frank looking at the giant house in front of him as Andy picks up the bags with ease.
“How was the drive?” Andy asks, trying to keep the conversation light.
“Same old drive. Long.”
“Wouldn’t be that long if you moved closer. There’s a few places for sale around here.”
Frank doesn’t answer at Andy’s information. They both know that Frank can’t afford anything within this price range, let alone even apply for a loan. It’s partly the reason that Andy showers Mary with gifts – he wasn’t around to make a case for custody with Mary. Nor did he truly believe that he would have won. Frank was Mary’s favorite, there was no doubt about that.
“And how would I pay for it?” Frank asks curtly.
Andy turns around, sighing as he shakes his head in disbelief. It’s the same old argument that will never end. Not until Frank comes to his senses as far as Andy is concerned.
“We do this every time you come here. Why can’t you just understand that it’s better to move up to Boston? You’re working for pennies out there and for what? To have those self-entitled rich assholes looking down on you? You could be head of your department at a university,” Andy reminds him gruffly. “But no, you’d rather do this pity me shit. You say it’s for Mary but come on. Any school in Boston would be lucky to have her. So would any university to have you. And you have a steady girlfriend now. Don’t you think you should start thinking of her too?”
“It’s easy for you to speak about what you don’t deal with a day to day basis. You buy Mary some toys, whatever new gadget Apple puts out and you think that’s enough? It’s not just Mary. It’s me and it’s her,” Frank reminds him, motioning to the house with you inside. “She loves Mary just as much as I do.”
“Then if you love them so much, why aren’t you trying to be better for them?”
“Unbelievable,” Frank snaps, stopping in his tracks while Andy continues up the steps. “You really find a way to make sure that you have the last word. I’m doing the best I can. Mary is happy. We’re all happy.”
Andy raises an eyebrow before he turns his back on Frank.
“Spoken like a man who has it all,” Andy answers sarcastically. “See you inside.”
When Andy enters, you’re sitting with Mary, her eyes glued to the tablet.
“Uncle Andy, I love it,” Mary praises, holding it up proudly with a grin. “And the pencil too.”
“You’re welcome, sweet pea,” Andy responds, placing the suitcases in the hallway. “Maybe you can give your old tablet to Frank.”
“You got her another tablet?” you hear Frank ask, his voice laced with irritation. “You got her one last Christmas.”
“It’s an upgrade,” Andy says with a wave of his hand in dismissal. “No big deal.”
“I’m sure we can find a use for Mary’s old one,” you chime in, noticing Frank’s hands that are fisted at his side. “It’s a nice gift, Andy. Thank you.”
You’re trying to avoid a fight like the one you heard outside. Frank doesn’t say a word when you get up from your seat, wrapping your arms around him. He’s sacrificed so much for Mary and even for you. No matter how much you try to tell him so, you know that coming back to his brother’s house just makes him remember what he’s left behind.
“It’s fine,” you try to soothe. “It’s just Andy’s way of showing his love.”
“She doesn’t need another iPad,” Frank answers you, swallowing down his anger as he brushes his lips against yours. “Not even ten minutes in and I want to strangle him.”
“I think we need to eat. Maybe we can order pizza or something.”
“Pizza,” Mary finalizes for you, still not looking up from her iPad. “No mushrooms.”
“Any preference?” you ask Andy. “Looks like mushroom is out.”
“Pepperoni works for me,” he responds, turning his attention to Frank.
“Whatever you pick, you know I’ll eat,” Frank finally answers with a shrug. “I’m gonna go shower and change into something comfortable.”
You kiss his cheek before he bounds up the stairs, leaving you and Andy alone in the hallway as you hear Mary’s laughter in the background. It isn’t that you don’t like Andy. You know that he loves his brother, just as Frank loves him. The bond of family can’t be broken, even if Frank still holds Andy responsible for not taking part in Mary’s life as he said he was going to do. But you know that Andy has a mean streak and a bit of a temper that Frank seems to prick whenever he is around.
“We just need to get settled,” you admit sheepishly at the close of the door above you. “It was a long drive and Mary wanted to make sure we stopped and got pictures along the way.”
“It’s no problem. Frank really doesn’t want to move back here, does he?”
“We’re just established getting into the groove of things. Mary’s finally gotten used to her school and taking her out of her environment would be a little rough for her. She’s doing so well in school and she’s making friends.”
“She could make friends here.”
Andy’s response makes you shake your head. You know his technique. He’s a lawyer through and through, trying to get an angle that will make you relent and say that he’s right.
“We’re happy where we are.”
“Are you?” Andy counters gently, looking into your eyes as you’re almost nose to nose when he bends his head. “Frank told me a few weeks ago that the bills were piling up. Did you ever get it sorted?”
You feel your face burn with embarrassment at Andy’s question. Even more so, you feel his hands on your bare arms.
“No,” you deny softly. “But we’re working with everyone. It’s been rough since his truck started having issues and then my hours were cut at work. I’ve been looking for full time but nothing’s come up yet. I might have to take a second job.”
“You know, if Frank actually put that big brain to use, he could be making enough money so you didn’t have to work.”
“I know that. I will never ask that of him. We’re making it work,” you insist, trying to avoid Andy’s long gaze. “Just a weird time. We’ll get through it.”
You inhale a shaky breath, forcing a smile as tears come to your eyes that you try to will away.
“If you need any help, you know you both can always ask me and I’m willing to do whatever you need.”
You smile at his kind gesture, looking at the ceiling. You know Frank won’t accept a single hand out from Andy. He’s been mentioning that he needs a new truck for a while now and with the credit cards slowly maxing out and Mary’s school needing her to get new supplies, you don’t want to think about how much longer your money can stretch with what you have left from your savings.
“I promise, Andy,” you relent. “If it gets to that point, we’ll let you know.”
Frank finishes off his beer as Andy places another one down in front of him. You’re fast asleep upstairs with Mary across the hall.
“You finally done being mad at me?” Andy inquires, leaning against the counter with his arms across his chest. “It’s like we’re kids again.”
“I wouldn’t be mad if you didn’t flaunt all this in my face,” Frank mutters, taking a long sip of his beer, wiping his mouth as he looks at his brother with disdain. “You don’t know what happens when you send us on our way. All she does is talk about how great it is here. How she can’t wait to visit.”
Andy scoffs at Frank’s observation, sighing loudly in defeat.
“I’m going upstairs to check on Mary,” Andy answers. “I’ll be back in a bit. This conversation isn’t over.”
When Andy gets up the stairs, he pushes open the door to see Mary snuggled under the blankets, he asleep with the iPad at her side. He takes it and places it on the nightstand, tucking the blankets around her.
“Sweet dreams, kiddo,” Andy whispers before he closes the door.
He knows he shouldn’t go to your room. He can’t stop himself from entering, closing the door behind him as he watches you sleep. You’re on your side, breathing evenly as he comes closer.
He brushes your hair out of the way when he inhales how sweet you smell, freshly showered and warm when his hand touches your cheek.
“One day,” Andy murmurs, his lips brushing against your temple. “I’m gonna know what it feels like to have you. Just you wait.”
Andy leans down, his lips brushing against yours as he hears his name being called from downstairs.
He gives you a wistful smile before he heads back down the stairs, Frank waiting for him as he narrows his eyes at his brother.
“What were you doing up there?”
“Checking on Mary. Wanted to talk.”
“She gets nightmares sometimes. I better go up and check on her.”
“I’m her uncle too, you know. She’s fine. She went back to sleep. I said we weren’t done with the conversation. I want to finish. I have a proposition for you.”
“I’m not going to move back here,” Frank reminds him.
“Just sit at the table, okay? It’s important.”
Only when Frank finally sits down does Andy follow. He props his forearms on the table, looking at his mirror image. They stare the same, right down to the clenched jaw and narrowed eyes.
“This isn’t a competition,” Andy begins. “I know how bad you’ve been struggling with money. It isn’t my place to tell you what to do with your life. I get that. Nor am I trying to drive a wedge between you and Mary. That’s not my intent. You know that deep down, don’t you? Mary belongs with you.”
Frank almost relaxes at his brother’s comment, leaning back in his seat as he sighs.
“Well, at least we can agree on that. It isn’t that I don’t like coming here. I just get reminded of… you know.”
“I get it,” Andy agrees with a nod. “But I want you to let me help you. It’s not a loan, so don’t worry about it.”
“You never give anything for free, you know.”
“You’re right about that. I don’t,” Andy qualifies with a smirk. “But I know your predicament. Even if you keep it from her. The truck is about to fall apart. Roberta doesn’t charge you as much rent as she should. The bill collectors call me when they can’t reach you. I’m willing to clear all the debts. New truck, hell, a down payment on a house. We can put a dollar amount on it if you want.”
Frank doesn’t like the way Andy seems almost too sure of himself. It has to come at a cost, he knows this.
“What am I giving up? Mary for half the year? She has school, Andy. It won’t work.”
“It’s not Mary we’re talking about.”
Frank looks up at Andy’s quick reply.
“You know I’ve always been a little jealous of what you have. She’s so goddamn perfect, Frank.”
“What are you asking me?” Frank demands, leaning forward as he faces Andy.
Andy straightens up at the question, raising his eyebrow at his brother’s vitriol. He knows what he’s about to say is going to shock Frank but he doesn’t care.
“I want what you have. I want one night with her.”
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"Why do you have so many books on the loch ness monster?"
Okay. This one made me lol 😂😂 Thank you for this!!
This is funny and filthy, ‘cause hoe 🤷🏻♀️😘
Warning: Explicit language and sexual content. Oral sex (f receiving). 18+ only!
"Why do you have so many books on the lochness monster?" you asked, brows drawn in confusion as you skimmed through the various titles haphazardly shoved on the bookcase in the corner of Frank’s workshop.
And the half a shelf filled with book after book on the lochness monster. Your lips twitched as you turned, gasping a little to find Frank so close.
“They’re Mary’s,” Frank murmured, his hands lifting to grip the shelf at either side of you, caging you in the circle of his arms.
“That embarrassed flush you’re sporting makes me think you’re lying,” you grinned.
Frank’s eyes narrowed.
“Fourteen, Frank,” you hummed gleefully, eyes shining as his scowl deepened. “You, mister cranky always so serious and skeptical of everything has fourteen books about the lochness monster.”
Dropping his head, Frank heaved a resigned sigh. “You’re not gonna drop this any time soon, are you?”
His head popped up suddenly, making you jerk in surprise, your own gaze narrowing in suspicion at the sight off Frank’s wicked smirk.
“Not even if I...” he trailed off as he dropped to his knees in front of you.
You swallowed, eyes widening as his big, rough hands smoothed up your bare legs, moving higher and higher until he was rucking up your dress and exposing your panties.
Frank leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your cloth covered mound, gazing up at you from beneath his lashes as he breathed in your scent.
His fingers curled in the sides of your panties and tugged them down, helping you out of them before he was stuffing them in the back pocket of his jeans.
His smirk was more arrogant now as Frank pressed teasing kisses along your inner thighs, taking his time to lift your leg and drape it over his shoulder, opening you up for him before his thumbs were tugging your folds apart and revealing just how wet you were.
“All that for me, sweetheart?”
“I wouldn’t sound so smug if I were you,” you huffed, squirming at the weight of Frank’s intent gaze between your thighs. “Fourteen books, Frank. That’s double digits.”
His head snapped up, his scowl returning, and you grinned.
And then you yelped as Frank suddenly leaned forward and dove at you, his broad tongue licking and dragging, his plump lips sucking as his thick fingers stroked.
“Yeah, I’d be hiding my face in shame if I were you too,” you teased, laughing breathlessly as Frank slid a finger deep inside your cunt without any warning, giving your mound a playful nip as he glared up at you.
“Think I can wring fourteen orgasms from you?” Frank drawled, grinning as your eyes went big at the thought. “Let’s find out,” he hummed before diving back in and ruining you with his tongue.
Many, many minutes later, after wringing five orgasms from you—two with his mouth, one with his fingers, and two with his cock—Frank tugged you close as you sprawled together on the beat up couch on the other side of his workshop.
“I had a phase,” he said quietly as you played with the dark hair peppering his bare chest.
You blinked up at him, as exhausted as you were sated, even as you actively loathed the idea of walking all the way back to the trailer on jello-like knees. “Huh?”
“A lochness monster phase,” he clarified, lips curling in amusement as he met your gaze. “When I was a teenager.”
You blinked and then giggled before laughing so hard tears streaked your cheeks as Frank held you close with a good natured roll of his eyes and a long suffering sigh.
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F.Adler// Fics Appreciation Masterlist
This is part of the fics recs APPRECIATION MASTERLIST.
These are fics that have been recommended to me and that I’ve read/liked/reblogged at some point with small comments/reviews.
It will be continuously updated as they come.
FIC RECS are Open!! Please feel free to send me your recs so that they can become part too!! Help us to spread the love!!
Please keep in mind the conditions sited on HERE
💌 mean one-shot // 📖 means series
🔥 means smut // 🚨contains warnings
💖 means fluff // 💔 means angst
I ruined our sweet tune by @rodrikstark//💌💖🔥
Pairing: frank adler x reader (fluff)
summary: the last person you’d expect to see in florida is the hot professor from your undergrad philosophy class.
warnings: mentions of suicide. gets vaguely steamy with a 7-8 year age gap, but reader is in grad school when this story actually takes place
This was really lovely! It combines the aspects of a heated make out sesh turned into a soft mush and laughs.
Always You by @joannaliceevans-fanficblog//📖💔🔗
Pairing: Celeb! Frank Adler x Reader, Bonnie Daniels (She didnt have a last name), Diana (Readers Best Friend)
Summary: This is an AU, where Frank is a actor and he is secretly engaged to Y/N. But one day, the news broke out of his “new relationships” with a certain costar. Your world came crumbling down.
This is definitely a take that I haven’t seen before and I truly liked it. I don’t know if there was to be more of this interesting story but even if there’s not I’m glad to have come across it!
Riding On by @what-is-your-backupplan-today//📖💖
Summary: Frank and Fliss bring Alex home and settle into their ‘new’ normal. Meanwhile the Circle of Truth, with honorary members Steve and Bill take Frank out to wet the baby’s head…although it isn’t so much wet as drowned! Drunk Frank anyone??
Warnings: Bad Language words.
Pairing: Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher
This series goes a long way back to RIDING HIGH, and it’s absolutely lovely. I still have to catch up with it but I can tell you that you won’t regret dedicating the time to go through it!
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I got one line, "My eyes and your nose will look the cutest in a little boy. Or girl. I'm not picky tbh."
Also big fan, hugs and kisses!
Thanks, beauty!! Just for you! ❤️🙏🏻😘
“My eyes and your nose will look the cutest on a little boy. Or girl. I'm not picky tbh,” you said as you joined Frank on the sofa.
He chuckled as you leaned into his side. “It’s not enough to riddle me with internet slang in our texts, you need to speak them aloud too?”
“Yep,” you popped the ‘p’ as you glanced up and gave him a cheeky smile. “Sorry not sorry.”
Frank sighed, his eyes narrowing a little. “You’re lucky you’re carrying my child,” he said, big hand smoothing over your pregnant belly.
Your look was haughty, your eyebrows raised. “Excuse me? What was that you just said to your wife who is seven months pregnant and hasn’t seen her own feet in god knows how long? Who has a little tiny human growing inside of her, using her bladder as a bean bag chair? Who spent four of the last seven months with her head stuck in a toilet every single morning?”
Frank actually shrank back a little, an apologetic smile curling his lips. “I’m lucky you’re carrying my child?”
You blinked, crossing your arms over your big belly.
“I love you?” He tried again, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. Then another, and another, until the furrow between your brows was gone and you were only side eying him instead of glaring.
“Nice recovery, Frank,” you drawled.
“You know I love you,” he murmured, smoothing a hand over your head.
You harrumphed quietly, eyes fluttering as he curled a hand over your shoulder, gently kneading your muscles.
“Come on, sweetheart, let’s go to bed. You’re exhausted.”
“That would require moving,” you slurred sleepily. “I’m good here. Please?”
“Whatever you want,” Frank whispered, gently drawing his knuckles down your cheek.
Making sure not to disturb you, he turned to tug the throw blanket from the back of the sofa, gently draping it over you. Reaching for the TV remote, Frank turned the volume all the way down, hand settling on your belly as you slept.
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You’re a Mean One
Pairing: Frank Adler x Female!Reader
Word Count: 2,293
Summary: You and Mary play a holiday prank on Cranky Franky.
Warnings: Explicit language. Explicit sexual content. Hints at oral sex (M receiving). Slight cockwarming. Unprotected sex. Smut. 18+
A/N: This is for the holiday challenge hosted by the lovely @sagechanoafterdark & @sweater-daddiesdumbdork I love you both - thank you for hosting this challenge! ❤️I used this prompt:
Song Prompt: Mr Grinch by Thurl Ravenscroft (Song lyrics credited to him!)
“Goddamnit!” Frank hollered as he tread on a pile of legos on his way to the living room. “Mary! What have I told you about leaving your toys all over the place?”
Grinning up at you from her place cuddled beside you on the sofa, Mary yelled back, “That I better stop or you’ll donate them to kids who actually deserved them.”
More muttered words clearly highlighting his displeasure rumbled from Frank, who was still out of sight, and you snickered, grabbing your phone from beside you and opening Spotify.
Both you and Mary had been waiting for the perfect moment to unleash your holiday prank on Frank, and it seemed like that perfect moment was now.
“Ready?” you whispered, your eyes mirroring the mischief in the tiny genius’ own gaze.
“Ready,” she nodded, glancing down at your phone and watching as you pulled up the song you were looking for. Giggling, Mary’s finger hovered over the green play button on the screen as you both waited for Frank to appear.
He did so, still glowering, opening his mouth for another round of complaints, but Mary’s finger dropped to your screen with purpose, the song erupting from your phone at the highest volume possible…
You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch,
You really are a heel,
You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch,
You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel!
You're a monster, Mr. Grinch,
Your heart's an empty hole,
Your brain is full of spiders, you have garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch,
I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!
You both fell into a fit of giggles as Frank huffed in offense, hands dropping to his hips as he eyed the pair of you with a narrowed gaze. “I am not--”
Nudging Mary with your arm, you began singing along to the song to drown him out, Mary joining in between squeals of laughter.
You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch,
You have termites in your smile,
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch,
Given a choice between the two of you I'd take the seasick crocodile!
Clenching his jaw, Frank rolled his eyes before storming out back toward the garage to work on his latest job.
Still snickering, you paused the song, glancing over at Mary, who was holding up her hand expectedly.
Grinning, you gently slapped your palm to hers, giving her a high five.
“I think we got him good,” you murmured, smoothing a hand over her soft, blonde hair. What do you think?”
“I think we got him really good!” Mary emphasized, her grin growing bigger. “He’s gonna hate that song by the new year.”
“He probably already hates it. He’s Frank,” you said, as if that explained everything.
Mary collapsed in a fit of giggles, holding her stomach as she laughed.
“I’m gonna go check on our Grinch real quick,” you told her, pushing yourself to your feet.
Mary waved you off half-heartedly, still giggling, and you couldn’t help but grin as you slipped on your shoes and made your way to the garage.
You found Frank sitting at his work bench, his back to you as he fiddled with some boat part and tools you couldn’t name if your life depended on it.
Keeping your footfalls quiet, you closed the distance between you before pressing yourself to Frank’s back. You slid your hands against his shoulders, giving them a squeeze.
He stiffened momentarily, a tsking scoff sort of noise sounding from him as he ignored you.
“Aw, are you seriously mad?” you teased, pressing a kiss to his stubbly cheek.
Frank didn’t respond, instead focusing on his work.
“If you are,” you drew out the word against his ear before giving his lobe a gentle nip, grinning as he shuddered. “You’re just proving our point, Mister Grinch.”
“It’s not funny,” Frank huffed.
“It’s a little funny,” you told him, kissing his cheek again before rounding him and seating yourself on his lap sideways. You faux pouted at him as Frank sighed in irritation before setting down his tools. You smiled in victory as his arm slid around your back, his other hand settling on your bare thigh.
“Poor Cranky Franky…” you cooed, teasing the short hair at the nape of his neck with your fingers.
“Better watch it,” he hummed, fingers inching beneath the hem of your shorts. “Or you’ll find yourself on the naughty list before Christmas.”
Leaning in to hug him, you nuzzled your nose against his. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
Frank chuckled. “What do you suppose bad girls on the naughty list do to get there?”
“Probably something like this,” you hummed, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
When you pulled away, Frank’s eyebrows were raised, unimpressed. “Do you know what the word ‘naughty’ means?”
You grinned as you slid from his lap. “I wasn’t finished.” Your hands fell to the worn denim covering Frank’s thighs, and you pushed his legs apart, dropping to your knees between them. Your fingers were quick to unfasten the front of his jeans.
“Oh-kay,” Frank groaned, hips rutting as your hand slid inside his jeans and along the hardening length of him. “You definitely know what ‘naughty’ means.”
Giggling, you pulled him free from his jeans and got to work on solidifying your spot on the naughty list.
It was Christmas Eve night, and Mary was practically bouncing in her seat on the sofa, eyes sparkling as she watched Frank enter the room with a big bowl of popcorn.
Grinning at the two of you and your matching Christmas jammies, he settled in the space between you. “Okay, are we ready to do this Christmas movie thing?”
“Yes!” Mary chirped, scrambling for the remote to the DVD player.
“And then once we’re done, it’s bedtime, right?” Frank asked her.
Mary huffed, rolling her eyes, but nodded nonetheless. “Yeah, I guess. Then you can pretend to be Santa and set out all my presents.”
“Who said you’re getting any presents?” Frank teased, reaching for some popcorn.
Scoffing her offense, Mary dropped her hand to her little hip, her brows furrowing.
She and Frank had a silent stare down, and eventually, Mary’s frown slowly morphed into a smile. She bounded back to her seat beside him.
“Let’s watch the movie, Uncle Frank. I think you’re gonna love it.”
Frank only had a moment to frown at her gleeful tone and glance your way in confusion before Mary hit play and the classic Christmas cartoon lit up the TV screen.
It took Frank a minute to realize what the movie was, but once all the Whos down in Whoville were on screen, he was groaning his irritation. “Of for fuck’s sake!”
“Frank!” you chastised, muffling your laughter behind your hand as Mary gasped out a dramatic:
“Language, Uncle Frank!!!!”
“I’m not watching this,” Frank muttered, moving to sit up, but you both latched onto him, you on his right arm, and Mary on his left. You both began protesting and tugging him back in his seat.
And although he could have easily broken your grip, Frank heaved a sigh of longsuffering before collapsing back against the sofa, crossing his arms over his chest, and glaring at the TV.
You and Mary leaned around him at the same moment, sharing delighted evil grins before settling in for the movie.
Cuddling closer to Frank, you smiled when he begrudgingly lifted his arm and curled it around your shoulder, tugging you against him. His head dropped toward yours, voice a barely audible murmur as he told you, “You’re so gonna get it for this, sweetheart. You won’t be able to sit right all weekend, just wait.”
Feeling your face warm as you squirmed at his threat, you smothered a playful, “Promises, promises,” against his shoulder before Mary was shushing you both.
“Bedtime, Mary, let’s go,” Frank hummed, gently patting her back as she leaned against him, hugging his chest as he sat on the edge of the sofa.
“No,” she whined, shaking her head. “I don’t want Christmas to be over.”
His lips curled as he glanced up at you, watching with a warm fondness in his gaze as you straightened up the living room, tucking Mary’s new presents beneath the tree so they were out of the way until she moved them to her room.
“Did you have a nice Christmas?” he asked Mary, rubbing a hand up her back.
She nodded against his shoulder, yawning a sleepy, “Yeah.”
“What was your favorite present?”
“The Grinch stuffed animal Y/N got me,” she giggled as Frank sputtered in offense. “What was your favorite gift?”
“Definitely not your Grinch stuffed animal,” he muttered, making both of you laugh. He rolled his eyes at you, smiling as he nudged Mary to her feet. “Come on, kiddo. You’re gonna have the best sleep of your life after today’s excitement.”
Mary started whining wordlessly but didn’t resist as Frank scooped her up in his arms and moved toward the hall.
“Wait,” you told him, coming up close and pressing a kiss to Mary’s cheek. “Merry Christmas, sweet girl. I hope you had a good day.”
Mary blinked at you sleepily, a small smile twisting her lips. “I had a really good day. G’night.”
“Night.” You watched as Frank disappeared down the hall before shutting off all the lights and making your way to the bedroom you and Frank shared.
You knew he’d probably stay with Mary till she passed out, so you did your nighttime routine, changed into an old, worn, and ridiculously soft t-shirt of Frank’s, and collapsed into bed on your stomach, hugging your pillow, and resting your eyes for a few minutes.
You must have dozed off, because next thing you knew, the bed was dipping beside you, and a pleasant heat warmed your back.
Frank kissed your cheek, hovering over you as he kissed and nuzzled his way along your shoulder and down your back, hands pushing your shirt up until bare skin was revealed.
“I’m so sleepy,” you slurred, humming as Frank’s lips mouthed a trail up your spine.
“Come on, I wanna show you my thirty-nine-and-a-half-foot pole,” he whispered against your ear.
You giggled, eyes fluttering open as you glanced at him over your shoulder, spying his grin. “Can’t you show me tomorrow morning?”
He pouted at you, stretching out beside you before tugging you back against him, the little spoon to his big spoon as he pulled the blankets up around you both and slid his leg between yours.
“But it’s Christmas, baby,” he murmured, hand smoothing over your hip and rucking up your shirt as he did so. “And my heart isn’t the only thing that grew three sizes today.”
Your snort of laughter turned into a quiet “oh” as Frank ground his erection against your ass the same moment his fingers dipped between your legs and pressed at the front of your panties. “Frank.”
“Least keep me warm,” he purred against your ear, kissing and nipping against your skin until you were squirming and shifting restlessly against him and shoving down your panties.
“Good girl,” Frank squeezed your hip, hand falling to play between your thighs, until you were a moaning, whimpering mess and he was lining himself up and slowly sliding home. “Fuck, you always feel so good, sweetheart.”
“Frank,” his name was a breathy sigh on your lips, your belly tightening as pleasure pooled deep in your core. You couldn’t help but rock against him, wanting to feel him deeper, craving the friction only he could give you.
But then his hand was on your hip, stilling you. You could feel him smile against your shoulder when you made a noise of distress.
“Thought you were sleepy, baby?”
“Thought you wanted to fuck me?” you grumped.
Frank laughed quietly. “Watch it, Missus Grinch.”
The promise of sleep falling away from you fast, you twisted against Frank, hand sliding behind his head and pulling him into a kiss as you clenched around him hard.
Frank moaned, grunting out an obscenity as you pulled away with a smirk.
“Come on, Cranky Franky,” you whispered, teasing his parted lips as he glared at you with lust-blown eyes. “All I want for Christmas is you...and your cum filling me up.”
With a quiet, guttural growl, Frank pulled out of you, flipping you onto your stomach, smirking as you yelped. His hands were hot brands on your hips as he tugged you onto your knees, settling behind you.
“Ass up then, baby,” he drawled, big hands smoothing over said curve as he leaned over you. “So I can make sure you have a very merry Christmas.”
You both moaned as Frank drove into you hard, until he was as deep as your trembling body would allow, rocking against your ass with a dirty grind.
“Gonna ruin this sweet pussy,” Frank panted against your shoulder, planting a kiss to your skin before leaning back behind you and settling his hands on your hips. “Make you scream my name.”
He retreated before driving into you hard, making you gasp his name sharply as your fingers curled against the messy sheets.
“Then I’m gonna fill you up with my cream, sweetheart,” Frank grunted, the pounding of his hips against yours relentless as your soft whimpers and quiet moans filled the room.
“And show you just what kind of gift naughty girls get for Christmas.”
As Frank made good on his word, working your body until you were mindlessly drooling into the sheets, your pleasure cresting higher and higher, you fleetingly thought that being on the naughty list was totally fucking worth it.
Lol I don’t even know what’s happening but my panties are ruined and I’m feeling REALLY GOOD. 👍🏻
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