I completely forgot to say it here, but the final chapter is out! This little fic is complete ❤️ And the family is expending, they're getting a cat! Follow along for this last part of their journey 💞
Our Love Isn’t Artificial (It Was Forged in Blood) [94,387 words, chapters: 8/8]
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A/N Sorry, this one is posted later in the day! I had a stupid fucking meeting at work which was a load of bs! Followed by therapy how fun 🙃 Anyways, I still managed to finish edit today. As always, likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated.
18+ MINORS FUCK OFF YOU’RE NOT OLD ENOUGH
Summary You and Frank take full advantage of being able to have sex without the worries of staying quiet
WC - 1556
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You’re reading a book when you hear the front door opening and then closing, followed by the footsteps of your boyfriend.
“Took you long enough,” you tease.
“It’s not my fault, Mary decided now was the perfect time to tell me about her day at school," Frank huffs, but his tone is light-hearted.
“It’s okay, I’m only joking,” you put your bookmark in your book to keep your place and then put the book on the coffee table.
“I know, I just feel bad sometimes.”
“Why do you feel bad, love?”
Frank rubs a hand down his face and sighs, “I just- Mary is hard work sometimes, and I feel bad, because I feel like I neglect you when I’m focusing on her.”
You shift closer to him on the couch, so you’re sitting right next to Frank, “I knew what I was signing up for as soon as you told me about Mary, and then when I met her for the first time. You’re not neglecting me, you’re parenting a complex child who is basically a mini Einstein. It’s time-consuming, and that’s okay.”
Frank smiles and wraps an arm around your waist to pull you flush against his side.
“What would I do without you?” He mumbles as he presses a kiss to the side of your forehead.
“You don’t give yourself enough credit. Buuuut, if you’re asking for suggestions, I think I have a few you might like.” You wiggle your brows at Frank, making him let out a chuckle.
“Oh, really?” His voice is playful, and you let out a gasp of surprise when you’re lifted onto Frank's lap.
You lean in to whisper into his ear, “Mhm, I think you’ll like my ideas.”
Frank lets out a loud groan and his hips buck up, instinctively.
“Do you like that idea, baby?”
Frank just nods, whilst he looks at you with half-lidded eyes.
Times when you and Frank can be fully intimate, without worrying about Mary hearing, are far and few between. And apparently, non-existent before you came along. You knew that Frank had been the sole caregiver for Mary for most of her life, but you didn’t think about how much that would impact him until the first time you two were intimate.
This was when you also found out Frank hadn’t had all that much sex in his life, even before Mary. But that isn’t a bad thing, no. It just means you have to take the lead a bit more, and you have no problems with that.
You nibble his ear and soppily kiss down his neck. Your hands go under the hem of his t-shirt to feel his firm stomach.
“Darlin’ fuck, that feels so good,” Frank moans and leans his head back.
You lean back to lift off his t-shirt so you can admire his muscled torso and the veins visible under his pale, freckled skin.
“You want to do this here or in bed?” you ask gently and rest a hand on his stubbly cheek.
“W-whatever you want,” Frank whines.
“Mmm, good boy,” you climb off his lap and hold your hand out to him, “C’mon, we’ll be more comfortable in bed.”
Frank stands up and towers over you. His much-larger hand takes hold of yours as you guide him into your shared bedroom.
“Strip and get onto the bed for me, baby.”
Frank obeys instantly, and he is sitting on the edge of the bed, in just his boxers, awaiting your next command.
“Good boy.”
You watch Frank’s face, and how his face lights up at the praise. You take off your clothes to reveal the matching blue, lacey set you’ve been wearing all day.
“Fuck,” Frank mumbles under his breath.
“You like what you see, baby?”
He nods instantly and reaches out to you.
“Nuh-uh, make yourself comfy and then you can touch.”
He shuffles back on the bed and makes himself comfy against the headboard, whilst you grab the lube from the small, locked box in your drawers. You grab the lube out and throw it onto the bed before getting on yourself and settling yourself in Frank’s lap.
His hands stay at his sides, where they will stay for as long as it takes for you to tell him he can touch you.
“Good boy for waiting, you can touch. Just don’t get too carried away.”
Frank’s large, warm hands land on your hips and knead the skin there. You lean in to kiss him. He whines against your lips, and his hands begin kneading harder.
When you nibble his bottom lip, Frank instantly gives in, and you push your tongue into his mouth.
The kiss quickly becomes messy with spit pooling at the corners of your mouths, and when you pull away, strings of spit connect your lips.
“Please, darling, I need you, please, I’ll do anything,” Frank whines.
“Shh, don’t need to beg, I’m gonna give you everything you want.”
You reach back and unhook your bra, allowing it to come off. Before you’ve fully gotten it off both arms, Frank’s hands are already palming the soft mounds of flesh and pinching your nipples into hard peaks.
You moan at the sensations, and Frank instantly becomes more eager. You reach down to unbutton his jeans, and don’t even bother to take them all the way off, out of desperation.
You take hold of his pulsing cock and grab the lube and pop off the cap before drizzling some on. You spread it down his shaft and begin jacking him off with a firm grip, making sure to add more pressure at his tip. You watch the steady flow of pre-cum leak out of his tip and over your hand.
“Ah, f-fuck,” his hands leave your tits in favour of resting them on your thighs.
Frank whimpers and throws his head back. His hips attempt to buck up into your hand, and you let go, watching his dick twitch.
“N-nooo, why?” This time, Frank really whines.
“Shh, shh,” you use your spare hand to stroke the side of his face, “You ready for more?”
Frank nods desperately pathetically.
“Good boy,” you drizzle even more lube on his dick, knowing he loves it sloppy, and then you begin jacking him off again.
You start off slow to ease him into it, but you don’t let him off lightly; you still use a firm grip.
“Ah, f-fuck, I can’t, darlin’, I can’t,” Frank whines pathetically from the overstimulation.
“Yes, you can, baby. Y’know why?”
“C-cause ‘m your good boy.” Frank’s back arches, and his hips buck up beneath you.
“Such a good boy for me.” You mumble, encouragingly.
“Ah, f-fuck, ‘m gonna cum, please, please let me cum.” his voice gets higher in pitch this time, and his whining is more desperate, “n-noooo.” Frank sobs when you pull your hand away, for the second time.
“Shh, shh.” you lean in to press kisses across his face and neck, as your hand strokes down his flushed and heaving chest.
“‘S too much,” Frank slurs.
“I got you, baby. You want to cum now? Hm?” Your voice is much gentler now, as you offer him an out, so he can stop the scene now if it's too much.
“P-please, wanna cum.”
You rest your hands on his cheeks and wipe away his stray tears with your thumbs.
“Okay, baby, boy.”
You move your lacey panties to the side and hold his dick still as you slowly sink down on him. You let out a loud moan when he’s buried to the hilt.
“You’re so perfect for me, babe,” you moan and open your eyes that you didn’t realise had closed.
You bite your bottom lip at the sight of your perfect boyfriend (somehow more) flushed, chest heaving, and his head thrown back as his mouth is hung open in a silent moan.
“You can cum whenever you want, baby, don’t have to ask, just cum when you’re ready,” you reassure him, but your voice trembles.
You begin rocking your hips back and forth in a steady motion, and you reach a hand down your body to rub at your clit with your middle finger.
You bite your bottom lip at the intensity of the pleasure you’re feeling. You were so focused on Frank's pleasure that you ended up neglecting your own needs, and now you’re making up for that.
Your hips begin grinding harder against Frank’s, and he gasps in pleasure, and you let out another moan. You feel Frank’s legs trembling beneath you. You rub your clit harder, and your own legs begin to tingle as you feel your orgasm start to wash over you. Frank arches his back against the headboard and his hips jerk up when he finally cums inside you, hot cum now filling your waiting pussy.
The sound of Frank’s sobs and the feeling of his cum filling you up finally sends you over the edge and headfirst into an earth-shattering orgasm.
You hug Frank tight as your pussy pulses around his dick, and you both ride out your orgasms.
“Th-that was perfect,” Frank mumbles weakly into your hair - his legs still shaking.
“I’m glad you liked it, baby boy.” At that, you snuggle closer and allow yourself to enjoy the warmth of the moment, with the man you love most.
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Summary: You knew Frank wouldn't handle having Mary gone for a week, so you prepared a little surprise to help him cope. It might just help you, too.
Warnings: none
A/N: Another fluff bingo fill from the spring edition last year. Who doesn't love a grumpy Frank missing his niece while she's away and needing a bit of distracting?
Frank Adler Masterlist | Character Masterlist
Frank checked his watch for the tenth time before sliding towards the front window.
You had to hide your smile behind the cards in your hands.
The two of you had been playing cards for the past couple of hours. Though, playing might be a bit of a stretch as Mary had taken off for her girl troop's all-week trip shortly after you started. Frank, for his part, had managed to keep himself fairly present for the next thirty or so minutes. After that though, things started to dip, his attention span waning with every passing minute.
A sigh escaped him while his mouth slid into a deeper frown.
Oh, he was really getting cranky, you couldn't help noting.
"You know she'll be okay," you said softly, hoping to distract him.
He nodded, but he didn't stop checking his watch or watching the window.
Standing abruptly, he began pacing the length of the living room. His cards remained face down on the table, his mind clearly forgetting the game you'd been playing.
"She has spent the night away from you several times over the years. What's a few more days tacked on?"
Mary's weekend routine had been something you learned quite early on in your acquaintance with the Adler duo. Friday nights saw Mary under Roberta's care so Frank could have one night to himself and enjoy his bachelor status. That soon grew to two nights when you took over Saturday nights as your friendship with one cranky Frank grew.
Those Saturday nights had proved fun and quite eye-opening. Super smart and typical attitude to boot sure, Mary was a real sweetheart and knew you cared about her and Frank. You never made a secret about how much you cared about them, especially Mary. The young girl was just too sweet not to fall in love with her.
Frank proved the harder of the two to get to know, but you'd been slowly and steadily knocking down his walls. It'd taken a lot for him to trust you with Mary, but you've never let him down once he did. You also made sure he knew he could lean on you when he needed another person in his corner. That time really came when his mother entered the picture and tried to take Mary from him.
It was a time that still got you hot under the collar if you thought about it too long.
In the end, Frank was able to keep custody of Mary. It was something you knew he didn't take for granted, not with how close he'd come to losing her. She was his entire world since the day he became her de facto guardian. You had no doubts she'd remain his whole world forever. If all you could claim was a small piece of it, then so be it. You were content.
"She's never been so far for so long," he grumbled, his words almost too soft for you to catch. He continued to pace for another minute or so before dropping back into his chair. His cards remained on the table in front of him, forgotten entirely. His hand came up and scrubbed down his face. A moment later, he's pushed himself out of his chair to pace some more.
No way were the two of you finishing your game.
You let out a groan as you picked up his hand and noted how bad it was compared to yours. A lost win if ever there was one. With the hand you had, you'd already been banking on him owing you a great favor. It hurt to see that gone by the wayside at that point.
Win some, lose some, you guessed.
At least, you still had a little trick up your sleeve.
"Oh, no, hey, we were still playing," Frank said, catching you putting up the cards in the drawer of a side table near your chair. "I wasn't…"
You shook your head. "It's fine. Besides, something told me you'd need a distraction. Wanna take a drive with me? I wanna show you something."
The way Frank hesitated, you feared he'd decline your offer, putting your surprise off another day.
Thankfully, you'd learned a trick from Mary and put that trick to good use.
"No, not you, too," Frank groused, his head dropping to his chest. When he blew out a breath, you knew you'd won as he muttered, "Fine, fine, I'll go with you, but put that pout away. I hate it."
Yet, the look he gave you when he finally glanced up again told you he didn't mind the pout so much.
Grinning, you took his hand and practically dragged out of the house and into his old, beatup truck. You tossed him the keys which you'd snatched on the way out and merely raised a brow when he continued to sit and stare at you.
"Anyone ever tell you how pushy you are?" he asked, his hand reaching up with the keys and eventually turning the ignition.
The truck came to life while you flashed him your best grin, saying, "Yeah, I think I've heard that once or twice. You gotta problem with me being pushy?"
"Nah, there are worse traits out there," he said, flashing you one of his smirks before backing out of the drive. "Which way?"
Over the next several minutes, you guided him through the darkening streets until he pulled into the marina where he used to work. A few more turns later, he parked the truck outside the workshop, his gaze turning to you, questioning.
"Come on. It's not much further."
You unbuckled and shot him a sly grin, slipping out of the truck. When he joined you at the front of his truck, you grabbed his arm and tugged him around the corner and down one of the aisles of the marina. Excitement buzzed through your veins at the surprise you knew was waiting your arrival. It arrived just that morning and in better shape than you could've hoped for after so many years locked away, gathering dust.
Seeing the old boat docked in its new slip, you allowed yourself a soft squeal.
That certainly caught Frank's attention. His attention, which had been focused on you, shifted to the boat close to where you stopped.
"Ta-da," you exclaimed, letting go his arm and throwing both of yours to encompass the boat itself.
His gaze swept over the boat, noting every flaw and detail that needed work. His jaw ticked as he swallowed back the first thing that came to his mind.
You knew this because his gaze trailed over to you and he cringed. If anyone else had brought him this boat, you could well imagine his initial reaction. After all, you'd been privy to it a few times over. But no, this was you, and you were his friend. Even if the urge was there, he'd learned to play nicer with his small group of friends.
"It's a boat," he finally said, going with the obvious.
That was enough to pull a chuckle from you. "Of course, it's a boat, silly."
"Not in the best shape," he added, cautiously.
You nodded.
"I know. It was my dad's. When he died, my uncle promised to take care of it, but he kinda lost interest in them after losing my dad. It's been sitting in storage since." You had to swallow as memories worked themselves to the surface, but you shook them to the side. Meeting Frank's sympathetic gaze, you managed to tilt your lips into some semblance of a smile. "In its prime, my dad would take me out every weekend. We'd fish or simply cruise the lake, spending some hours together. It was a wonderful time. Some of my favorite memories happened on those weekends."
Frank didn't say anything, but he moved closer. One hand skimmed over the port-side gunnel, checking its condition. The other ran down the hull and noted a few concerns based on the way his brows scrunched together.
You simply watched him at work.
While it'd been a couple years since he'd worked on boats full time, you knew he still helped out occasionally at the marina. Usually, he did for some extra cash to help pad the account he'd started for Mary and her future. Sometimes, he'd splurge with the money he made, taking you and Mary out to eat at one of the nicer restaurants in town.
After a few minutes, he carefully hopped over the hull and into the heart of your dad's boat. He checked over everything bow to stern, noting every detail that'd need attention. His hands and gaze missed nothing. A lot of time was spent near the stern with him crouched down to take in the dual engines and their conditions.
When he finally came back to you, he didn't beat around the bush as he said, "It's a lot of work, but it's salvageable. Not gonna be cheap though, but I can try and find some deals. She'll be a beautiful addition to this place once she's fixed up though."
"Money's not an issue," you said, bouncing on your feet, "but does that mean you'll do it?"
Frank's gaze swept over the boat before he nodded, a small grin peeking through. "Yeah, I'll do it, but you're going to help me."
"Wouldn't have it any other way. Figured this would be a good way to pass the empty hours this week. Maybe it'll help us miss Mary a little less. If we get far enough, we can take it out with her next weekend. Possibly? See how it runs? I think it deserves to make some new memories, don't you?"
His grin widened a bit. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Before you could make out his intent, Frank had you wrapped in his arms and lifted you off your feet. His bearded cheek tickled yours while his lips found yours and pressed a quick but promising kiss against them. The first time he'd ever done that in your years of friendship.
When he pulled back, his grin was so wide it had to hurt as he murmured, "You're very hard not to love, know that?"
"Am I?" you asked though your own grin grew to match his. "You're not so hard to love, either. I mean, you have Mary as your biggest selling point, but you're not so bad yourself."
"You really love her, don't you?"
You nodded. "Yeah, and her uncle, too. In case he was wondering."
"He was," Frank said, pressing another kiss to your lips.
And another and another until you were practically dizzy for him.
Thoughts of Mary and missing her slipped from your minds. They were sure to come back sooner or later, but you two were happy to have these new developments to stave off those thoughts.
