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[georgiapeach30513]

Kinktober 2022, Day 9: Innocence

Who Makes You Feel This Good

Summary:  Frank loves the sweet innocent ones like you

Pairings:  Frank Adler X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, stalking, mentions of the brotherhood, teasing, fingering, squirting, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.3K

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You playfully look up at Frank from the register. He was a strong silent type. He would walk into the library, ask for a specific book, and you would show him its location. He always would comment on how nice you were. Would smile every time you just said, "I'll show you," instead of pointing out the location of the book. And he would slyly rub his hand against your arm, as you walked him to the exact spot.

Watching you as your finger drags across the spines of the book looking for the title. His eyes only on you as you readjust your glasses, and pull out the book, "I believe this is the one you were looking for, Mr. Adler."

"Yes, that's the one," his sight follows the curve of your body before returning to the book in your hand. "It's quite a big book for such a little girl."

"I'm not a little girl," you glance away, playing with your hair, and his hand caresses your arm.

"You are a sweet little thing, aren't you, Bunny?" Biting at your lip, you give him a single nod. "Just how sweet?"

"Um...well...I um..."

"That tells me all I need to know. I'll be back when I'm finished," walking behind you, his hand runs from one hip to the other before he walks out of the library with an arrogant smile. You sigh out in relief, feeling a flood and heat rush to your core. No one had ever made you feel like this. Frank was giving you a tiny bit of attention, and you couldn't help but want to feel his calloused hands all over you.

"Hello?" Your co-worker says. "These books aren't going to put themselves back up," she hated the attention that Frank gave you. Tried to warn you about his kind. "I've told you about those Alphas. They all linger on campus long after they've graduated. Looking for their perfect sweet little Omegas to capture."

You roll your eyes walking past her, and she just shakes her head, "She'll see. Pretty sure he's already captured her. Secrets never stay secret for long."

Frank walks through the door right at closing time, and you try to urge him back out, "Mr. Adler, I'm sorry, the library is closed. It's eight o'clock."

"Seven fifty-eight to be exact. I just want to return the book, and hopefully get another. Won't you help me, Bunny?"

"Uh, I don't know," you look out to the parking lot, and notice only yours and Frank's cars remain. Taking a gulp, you look up at him, "You promise you'll make this quick?"

"Scout's honor," he says, pushing past you. "I was needing to get 'The Secrets You Keep'. Someone suggested it to me," you look at him puzzled.

"That's not your usual book, Mr. Adler," his arm juts out, and he places it on the desk beside you, bringing him even closer to you. "Mr. Adler?"

"Sometimes it's good to change up our normal routines. Like the fact that on Wednesday's you close the library up by yourself, since it's the early closing day. Also, you make sure the doors are locked by seven fifty-eight. Already had turned your key before you let me in. It is locked from the outside. You also only call me, Mr. Adler, while everyone else gets called by their first name. So why am I so special, Bunny?"

"You notice all that?" You ask taking a step back, but his other hand presses up against the counter, leaving you trapped. "Mr. Adler."

"Countess did warn you about me and my friends, did she not? She's not entirely wrong, and not entirely right either. It's an elite group, and we stick together. A bit too close sometimes. But you were warned, but you're curious. I've seen your little research."

"Frank, I..." at the sound of his name coming off your lips, he slowly closes his eyes, and you whimper at how sexy he looks like that. His body presses harder into you, and you get dizzy with lust.

"You know, I could always get you off right here, right now," he lifts you up onto the desk, and is so thankful you're wearing those sweet little sundresses that you always had on.

His hand winds up your leg, until he's flush with your cotton covered mound, "Oh, you are a sweet one. These innocent little panties are drenched sweet Bunny. Tell me," he says, getting closer to your neck. His nose tickles along your heated skin, and you feel a pool of arousal rush to your sex. Breathing heavily, before he ever asks the question. "Bunny, you're making a mess. I want to know, has anyone ever had this sweet little cunt?"

"N-no."

"Just what I was hoping for. We're gonna take this slow then sweetheart. You'll only get my fingers tonight. Don't worry, I'll be back and you can have my mouth," your eyes glance up at him and you give him a pout. "What is it, Bunny? You never had someone tongue fuck you?" You shake your head no, and his hands connect to the elastic of your panties. Dragging them down your legs, before he stuffs them in his pocket.

"But..."

"From now on, if I make you wet, I get to keep them. How often has your virgin pussy been crying for me to split you open? Have you gasping at how stretched that tight little hole is?" Bashfully you look away from him, and his finger quickly runs up your slit and you yip. "That often, huh? Do you ever touch yourself thinking about me?"

You quickly shake your head no, and his fingers flatten on your bundle of nerves, and create slow circles on the sensitive bean. "Have you ever touched yourself?" When you answer no, he pinches the little pearl, and your arms wrap around him, pulling him closer. "Aww, you are a sweet little Bunny. I knew you were pure. Just didn't know how pure. I'll have fun with you."

"Frank," you whine as heat radiates through your body. "Frank! Fr-fr-frank!"

"A sensitive little one. Go on, let go. It's one of the best feelings in the world. That is until you have a fat cock to come on," your toes curl up, and your fingers grip to the edge of the desk, as an odd euphoric high flashes through your veins.

Before you can come down, Frank enters two fingers in your tight virgin hole, and you sob out his name. "Shh, shh, you're fine sweetheart. So fine. So tight. Nothing has been in here has it?"

"No! It stings."

"Just for a bit. Gotta stretch you out on my fingers first. Shh, you can do it. I'm taking it easy on you. I could have you leaned up against this desk, while I make you stretch over my dick. You should thank me. We'll get there though, don't you worry," his fingers scissor deep inside of you, and you squint your eyes, trying to find the pleasure that was there before. His steady rhythm makes everything even out, and you let out a guttural moan.

Frank's palm continues to stimulate your clit, while his fingers search for your special spot. When your body jerks at his movements, he gives you a bruising kiss. The tip of his calloused finger runs over the spongy area over and over again, until you can barely breathe. Your body writhes around, as you bury your face into his chest. Screaming out his name, but he doesn't stop. You feel an overwhelming sense of needing something, anything, and unsure of what to do, until you gush, and the most beautiful high courses through your body.

"Would you look at that, Bunny. You're a messy little girl. I'm going to have you on every fucking surface in this library. Just make sure you always close down by yourself," he squats down, and his tongue licks up through your tender pussy, leaving his beard soaked in your juices. "Just remember who makes you feel this good."

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

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[quizzyisdone]

Take On Me | Fem! Bell Reader x Frank Woods

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You scoffed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Silence ensued for a brief moment before Adler broke it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“About?” Adler beckoned Woods to explain.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That was your first mistake.” Adler snickered. 

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

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

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

“Wh- How?” Woods sighed. 

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

Oh. Maybe he was onto something.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“M’yeah?”

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

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

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

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

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Actors: Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Florence Pugh

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

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

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

Fluff:

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

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

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

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

Smut:

1. “Suck, it doesn’t clean itself.”

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

3. “I’m gonna fill you.”

4. “I like when you moan my name.”

Angst:

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

2. “I thought I could trust you.”

3. “You thought I love you? I don’t.”

4. “Who did this to you?”

Dark:

1. “You can’t escape me.”

2. “You will obey.”

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

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

Fluff: ❤️ | Smut: 🔥 | Angst: 🍂

— 𝐈 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮

— 𝐌𝐚𝐱 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭 | 🔥

— 1.4𝐤 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

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

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

— 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

— 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 | ❤️

— 520 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

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

Steve comes home from his one-week mission

— 𝐈𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

— 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 | ❤️

— 1188 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

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

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

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[montcumbry-gaytor]

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

Come out and play

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

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

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

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

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

Though you both cared for eachother you both never..

Had sex.

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

"Bell, You have that report ready?"

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

Though you never minded it much.

"Bell?"

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

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

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

"Got it.. sorry."

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

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

"You good?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay."

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

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

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

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

"Bell? —Bell?"

"Oh- Huh?"

You hummed, shaking yourself from your thoughts once more.

"We're here."

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

"Thanks for the ride, Frankie."

You hummed, bumping your hip into his teasingly.

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

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

"So, you had something to say?"

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

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

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

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

He trailed off, Clearing his throat.

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

"Oh.."

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

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

You said, Stepping closer to his anxious frame.

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

"—Then.. let me take lead."

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

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

You hummed, your gaze never leaving his.

"A-Alright.."

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

"Can I kiss you?"

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

"I know."

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

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

"Fuck.. Frankie.."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck.. you're big."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cared about you.

"Absolutely."

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

"Ooh.. fuck.."

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

"God- shit.."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"We gotta do that again sometime."

"Hell yeah."

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

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

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

*This story is part of a larger Universe*

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

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

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Holly Jolly Husband

Frank Adler x fem!reader

Word count: 2515

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

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

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

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

(Dialogue prompts are in bold!)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mhm.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You love it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[starryevermore]

the man you knew ✧ frank adler & andy barber

angst city™ library

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

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

word count: 3,496

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

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

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

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

And he eventually did. 

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

He never wanted it to end. 

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

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

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

“We need to break up.”

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

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

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

“You deserve someone better.”

“But you’re what I want,” you said. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N—”

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

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

“I promise.”

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

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

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

“No...No, she can’t,” he said. 

“Oh. Then tomorrow maybe?”

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

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

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

“Why? Don’t you love her?”

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

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

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

“What did she think?” Mary sniffled. 

“I...I didn’t ask.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was there that you met Andy.

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

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

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

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

Life, though, seemed to have other plans. 

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

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

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

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

“I love her.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

In fact, you weren’t even home. 

Your boyfriend was. 

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

“Is Y/N home?” Frank asked. 

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

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

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

“So you know who I am.”

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

“That’s not how it went.”

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

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

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

“And how’d that work out for you?”

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

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

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

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

“I’m so sorry—”

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

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

That wasn’t his job anymore, though. 

He’d given that up.

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

“I did, too.”

“I—what?”

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

“Y/N—”

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

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

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

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

This wasn’t what Frank wanted. 

But, this was what he deserved. 

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

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

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𝙁.𝘼. – Smut

mostly PWP; one shots, drabbles, headcanons.

Read the warnings for each fic.

Organized by author.

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UPDATE ON WRITING

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