#gifted au

[themarauders-alltheyoungdudes]

The movie gifted but make it a dinluke 

[fineanddandy]

Sam Saw Mommy

Summary: It’s Christmas Eve and Frank is playing super dad and dirty Santa…and Sam sees something she shouldn’t have…

Relationship: babydaddy!Frank Adler x black!reader

Warnings: fluff, smut, rough sex, unprotected sex, graphic language, 18+

A/N: another surprise!! Baby daddy Frank is in the muthafuckin building. Here’s a cute little fluffy/smutty drabble with our favorite little family! First entry for the Soulful Hoeliday Collection by @geminixevans and the homies!

“It’s true! It’s true I saw them!” Sam fussed and pleaded to Mary who sat there not buying the story she just told her. They paused their whole round of Candyland just to argue this story out.

“No. What you saw was your mom kissing Frank. There is no Santa. Frank’s just playing you.”

Slamming her arms across her chest with a pout, Sam’s eyes welled up with frustrated tears. Mary was being way too mean. Sam knows what she saw.

“There too is a Santa Mary!” Because why would she lie about what she saw? Why would you lie about Santa? “He put presents under the tree! He ate the cookies! And he kissed my mama!”

“I’m telling you it’s Frank.”

“Whoa, whoa what’s going on in here?” Evelyn entered the room with a worried brow, frowning harder when she witnesses Sam on the verge of tears. “What’s the fuss?”

“Sam thinks she saw Santa last night.” Mary rolled her eyes with a fed up sigh. “I keep tryin to tell her it was just Frank but…”

Sam is in Evelyn’s lap with a quivering lip, holding on tight as she woefully stares at Mary. She shook her head at the girls, giving Mary a very crossed look. “Mary. Why are you being so rude?” She gives Sam a big comforting hug to shush her tears. “If she says she saw Santa, then she saw Santa.”

“But—,” she goes to argue back but she knows better with Evelyn giving her a very serious pointed look.

“If Sam says she saw Santa…” Evelyn stresses, narrowing her eyes at Mary giving her way too much attitude but if she doesn’t straighten up she can go to her room. Turning her attention to a sniffling Sam against her chest, she asks her to “tell me what happened hun.”

Drying her eyes with her balled up fists, Sam nods and takes a deep breath. “I heard someone talking to mama so I went to see…”

Frank’s such a nerd for this holiday, especially with Sam being so young, he really goes the extra mile to make Christmas the best for her. His favorite: dressing up like Santa to put out her presents. You just snort and watch him be the ultimate sap for his baby girl. She’s known to get up and check to see if Santa’s been there so the suit is just in case she spies him. Frank truly gets a kick out of it, grinning and carrying on like he’s the real deal while you just drink and chuckle.

“So I peak around the corner Gran and finally, there he is, bent over sticking gifts under the tree!” Sam squeals as Evelyn listens on attentive and in wonder. Mary’s long gone she doesn’t want to hear it all over again.

“Oh my goodness. Was he fat?” She puffs out her cheeks and Sam giggles.

“Gran that’s not nice. And not really.” She scrunches her nose with a quick shake of her head.

Evelyn grins, imagining Frank stuffing his Santa suit with pillows to give the full effect. “Oh you’re right I apologize. Please continue.”

The living room is all lit up from Frank’s excessive decor; the fresh tree that he and Sam picked out all shiny and shimmery reflecting in his beautiful true blue eyes. So jovial he glances over at you standing in the kitchen with a glass of bourbon and a sweet smile. Frank’s so fuckin cute right now you wanted to ride him in that rental.

“Okay I think everything’s here.” Grabbing a cookie from a ornate plate you keep by the tree, Frank takes a bite then grins, musing with a mouth full of sugar cookie, “She’s going to be so excited.”

“Which means I got everything on my list.” Sam confidently grins because she knew she would. She’d been good all year like she promised you and you and Frank were finally back together. Sam knew this Christmas would be perfect. And that’s all Evelyn wanted for her.

“Well I hope so since you’ve been such a good girl for me and your parents.” She snuggles Sam, absorbing her warmth and happiness as she tells the story.

“Daddy said he’s friends with Santa. So this next part is kinda sad…”

Nibbling back a smirk, you walk over to Frank hidden behind a fluffy white beard, staring back at you like he wanted to bend you over his lap. You’d let him bend you over anywhere with that devilish grin.

“You did real good Santa.” Taking a sip from the gold rim of your glass, you grab Frank by his collar and jerk him towards your bourbon stained lips. “I’ve got a gift for you.”

“Oh no. Not your mum.” Evelyn feigns shock, stifling back snickers as Sam sorrowfully drops her chin and shakes her head.

“Do you think daddy will be upset?” Sam sighs dropping her shoulders and Evelyn can’t believe how hard she’s taking it. It’s adorable. She can’t wait to ring Frank and tell him.

She clears a laugh from her throat then asks, “you’re going to tell him hun?”

Sam slowly meets her eyes and gives her a firm nod. Daddy’s girl through and through. Her daddy needed to know his friend kissed his girlfriend. Even if it’s Santa Clause. What about a Mrs. Clause. Evelyn’s really having a hard time holding it together but she does her best, soothing her curls back with a soft smile.

“Oh sweetheart. I’m sure your mum and Frank have already discussed it. They don’t keep secrets from one another.” That’s never been y’all’s way she can definitely attest to that. Maybe too honest to a fault in her mind. “But did they catch you?”

Frank’s pillow belly blocks you from getting too close and you both break from the kiss laughing about it. God you wanted him so damn bad when he’s in all best dad in the world mode. But then y’all hear a little small creak coming from the hallway. Ignoring her large brown eyes peeping around the edge of the wall, you two laugh some more. Frank shaking his head.

“Sure hope Sam’s asleep.” Frank raises his voice, stroking his fake beard arching his brow, “Sure don’t want her to disappoint Santa.”

The frantic patter of her feet sound down the hall.

“So I ran back to my room because I didn’t want my toys taken away.” She shrugs but then abruptly turns to face Evelyn with fire in her eyes, sending her aback some. “But I know what I saw Gran. I don’t care what Mary says. Santa and mama kissed.”

“Okay sweetheart. Okay. I believe you.” She has no choice but to which makes Evelyn want to laugh even more. She can’t wait to tell you and Frank all about it. She kisses her forehead with a smirk then scoots up on the seat to stand. She’s still got to get on Mary for being so ugly towards her. They take each other’s hand and cross the living room. “Let’s go find Mary…”

Y’all definitely did more than kiss. As soon as the coast was clear you were pushing Frank down onto the couch by his pillow belly he was quickly pulling out the pillow and chunking it across the room. You fall into his lap, his hands gripping your hips.

“My favorite naughty girl.” Frank growls at your parted lips, squeezing at your ass and thighs. “You got a present for me?”

Nodding with a sick smile, you pull down on his fake beard just to meet his actual scruff with a noisy groan. You love the way his rugged beard itches your chin and the edges of your lips. The power of his hands taking chunks of your muscles really turns you on, clutching your hands to his chiseled jaw line, really grinding your front against his.

“Sure do Santa.” Hard breaths burst from your mouth as you roughly make out with Frank. You latch a hand on to his and drag it round till you settle them between your thighs. “And it’s right here.”

He tightens his hold against your burning hot crotch, fingertips stroking over your slit through your tights. Chuckling to himself, he takes ahold of your whimpering lips for a moment, twirling his tongue all around yours then releasing you. “How’d you know that’s what Santa needed?”

Thank god for Velcro closures. You rip the Santa jacket open to reveal a hairy bare chest and abs. Frank always comes prepared. Your smile turns possessive as you brush your hands over his chiseled pecs, loving how soft his chest hair feels against your hands. Frank’s got his thumbs hooked in your waistband.

“Cuz I know my sexy ass Santa. My sexy ass baby daddy.” Your fingers trail down his abs until they reach the furry hem of his pants, both hands ready to find out if he’s without underwear. “You did so good Frank.” A proud smile flitters over his pink lips just before his jaw drops when you fist his dick out. Already stroking it as he reaches from behind you to tease your folds. “You’re the best dad.” You weakly moan trembling under his tender touch.

Frank attacks your throat, nudging your head back to kiss and suck at your spot under your hanging jaw. Calling out to him, fingertips teasing your throbbing entrance, you’re ready for him to penetrate you. You feel so good your hold on his cock grows stronger and stronger which drives Frank absolutely crazy.

“Oh fuck baby…fuck…” His head lolls back, damn near ripping your tights down he wants them off now, so you lift up some just so he can get them down your knees. The moment your thighs slip wider is the moment Frank takes to spear your weeping slit. “Christ you feel so good!” He hisses filling you up to the brim then rocks your hips back and forth. Your whole body shudders he’s so fuckin deep. Pussy so wet you’re ruining these Santa pants. His big hands perfectly placed on your ass to control your stroke, Frank fucks all his happy go lucky Christmas spirit into your convulsing body moaning out of control.

“I love you.” Frank whispers into your ear, slamming your pussy down on his pelvis. “I love you so much baby I’ll do anything for you fuck…oh fuck…”

His breathless words resonating in your head send a chill down your spine. He’s so close to coming undone all he can do is shut his eyes and thank his lucky stars that you guys are all back together in the same home. Loving each other. Taking care of each other. A fuckin dream come true. Life’s good and he’s so damn grateful. You are too, happier than you’ve ever been. This is the first Christmas back as a real family and it’s been beautiful. Frank’s beautiful and so happy he can’t help but fuck you stupid. He already says how much he loves you so much so he’s got to make you feel it any chance he could get.

“Oh goddammit Frank!” You slap a hand down on his shoulder and arch your back, moments away from squirting all over these velveteen pants and Frank’s got a thumb rolling over your fat clit so slow you thought you’d never have another breath again.

“Yeah that’s right baby. That’s right come on…be a good little girl for your Santa.”

The pulsing of his girth against your fluttering walls didn’t help you feel any less overwhelmed and soon your going dumb in Frank’s arms as his hips flinch busting his load inside of you. Holding each other’s sweaty bodies so close, catching your breaths with silly grins. Loving the domesticated life you guys always imagined. So obsessed with each other, you kiss and kiss happily until your bodies settle.

“I gotta get out of this thing.” Frank gives you another loud juicy kiss. “I’ve got your gift in the bedroom.”

Locking your arms around his neck, you mumble with a smirk, “was worried you forgot about me Santa.”

“Never.” Frank pats your ass as you try to stand on wobbly legs. Knees sore you try to stretch them out. His cum oozes down your inner thigh. His ruined Santa pants fall down to his ankles, cock still big dangling between his thighs. Always looks so damn good your mouth waters in anticipation. Frank notices where your gaze is settled and snatches you up by the chin, forcing you to meet his sexy glare. “Get the milk and cookies and meet me in the bedroom. Don’t keep Santa waiting.”

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Remember?

Summary- 1.9k Frank Adler x You. Frank wakes you up at the ungodly hour of 3:30 am and will not even tell you why. Written for @stargazingfangirl18​ 5k challenge

Warnings- like... barely there mention hint of smut? But just barely? I cant even count it as a warning to be honest. 

A/N- so yes this is written for a soft!dark challenge, but dark writing just isn't happening. I went with just soft and with the prompt of lazy make out session.I really wanted to make sure I was giving something to Siri’s challenge because she works so hard on providing us wonderful fics to enjoy, is incredibly supportive and honestly she deserves it. Much love always babes and thank you for all you do.  

A/N 2- Can be read as a one shot. It is in the same verse as Oppressive. Also trying out a new site to make moodboards. I kinda like it? what do you all think? And I know the Fort Myers pier is made from concrete, not wood, but I wanted wood. So I went with wood. I always appreciate your thoughts on a fic. Alright, Much Love, Happy Reading! 🌊

“Baby wake up.” You heard a husky whisper in your ear as well as a rough scrape against your shoulder from Franks cheek as he pressed in close to your back, the soft hairs of his chest pressed into your sleepy warm skin and you muttered a no into your pillow as you hid your face into the cotton covers. 

He must be out of his ever loving mind to think you were going to wake up at… a quick peek at the old 80’s looking radio clock Frank loved sitting on his night stand. The red numbers were unfocused at first, but blurry sharpened to three thirty am. Yes, your man was crazy to think you were up for anything at all, and the way he was pressed into your ass cheeks, you suspected he woke up early for sex. 

That was going to be a hell no. “Frank go back to sleep. I will fuck you later.” You promised as you shifted back into your warm safe hollow. He chuckled gruffly and his hands slid on your hips to twist you to fast him, causing you to sigh and blink up at him. In the dark of the room, his eyes were a dull blue shining down at you amused. You though were no in that same mood as you blinked up at him, pushing a hand against his chest. “Come on Frank, I'm not in the mood. I was sleeping so good.” 

“You would think I would wake you up just for sex.” Frank scoffed.

“It wouldn't be the first time.” 

“Probably won't be the last either, but that's not what this is about. Come on Sweetheart, get up. I have a surprise.” He tapped your ass and pulled away as you were groaning, knowing sleep simply wasn't going to happen. 

“Adler, I swear to all that is holy, this better be good.” You grumbled as you sat up and tried to wake up. Frank came back out with some clothing for you, a pair of capris, tee shirt and undergarments. You looked at the casual clothing and arched your brows. “Where are you dragging me?” 

“Its a surprise, trust me, those are appropriate.” He started as he dressed in some old faded blue jeans and grey tee. Wherever he was taking you wasn't going to require dressing up too much, so you just pulled your hair back into a tie, and didn't bother with makeup. He kept glancing at his watch, and by three fifty he had you out the door and to his pickup truck. He tossed a bag in the back and when you went to question it, he shook his head firmly in a no while ushering you into the passenger side. “Part of it, just trust me.” 

“I trust you to have something up your sleeve Adler, considering you know I love my sleep in on Saturday Morning.” You grumbled under your breath. Typically you and Frank slept late Saturdays. Mary would go to Roberta’s Friday night for her weekly sleepover that both woman and child insisted on, you and Frank would go to the local bar for a night of cold drinks, games of pool and the occasional dancing when you could get Frank drunk enough to go on the small dance floor. Simple, but you always had a good time. Saturday was recovery day. 

So why was he dragging you out of bed on recovery day? 

“So a hint?” You decide to pester a bit, sliding closer on the bench seat till you were against his side, his arm circling around your shoulder to tuck you in closer and press a kiss to your temple. You could feel his lips upturned to a smirk against the side of your head. 

“You want a hint… It has to be done early in the morning.” 

You rolled your eyes at him with a huff, dropping your hand to dance your fingers against a jean clad thigh, making his eyes dart down to your hand. “I want better then that.” 

“You are not gonna get it Baby, but you can try your best.” 

He really was being serious this time, because he caught your hand from wandering up to far and brought it to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. 

“Alright Adler, keep your secrets then.” You let your head rest on his shoulder and eyes close. Frank was stubborn, always had been. You knew when you just had to let it go. You drifted in and out as he sped along the interstate. Soon he was turning off, but you weren't quick enough to catch what the exit was, so still had no idea. 

“Are we there?” 

“Close, you don't know where we are?” He asked with a slight laugh in his voice. You shrug a bit as you two are driving down the main drag of the area, passing all night gas stations, fast food chain restaurants, outlet stores and parking lots. 

“No clue, every place in Florida has this Frank.” 

He hummed a bit, slowing to an intersection and flicking on his blinker. “True, but you will soon see.” He winked as he made the turn, pulling away from the city-like area and moving towards the beach strip. Where million dollar homes, hotels, and beach side tourist traps laid quiet in the barely morning hours. It was starting to lighten though, you could see the black blue of the night sky make way for lighter purples and pinks. 

So you remained patient, waiting for wherever Frank was taking you. The terrain started to get sandier, the crack of the window took on a breezy salty scent and you could taste the hint of surf and sand in the air. Your lips turned upwards, just that scent alone reminded you of a couple years ago, and it all clicked right where you were. 

Your first overnight away from home with Frank was to Fort Myers, a small rundown motel on the beach. The room was iffy, the Ac barely worked, neither of you dared to use the pool. At the time it was all you two could afford. And it was all perfect. 

Because that morning, before sunrise, you two escaped to the beach, arm in arm and sat in the dunes to watch the sunrise over the crashing ocean, and all was perfect in the world with each other. 

Frank glanced over to see the knowing look on your face, and his own softened in a smile, his hand coming to grasp the inside of your thigh gently, squeezing. “Now you know?” He pulled into an almost deserted parking lot. At the other end were a group of people, unstrapping their boards to get ready to go into the surf. 

“Of course Frankie.” You said with a touch of sentiment in your tone as you leaned over to peck his lips and nip at him playfully. “How can I forget?” You pull away suddenly and jump out of the car, yanking off your shoes to ditch in the truck. Frank followed, doing the same with his own boots. 

You had already taken off into the sand, making your way towards the surf to dig your feet into the wet sand happily. Now it was getting lighter, those dark purples and pinks made way for the reds and oranges as the barest hint of the sun kissed the horizon. 

Frank came up behind, having managed to yank his jeans up partially around his calves and pressed you two to walk out a bit further into the surf, the salt water spritzing you both in a fine cooling mist, clinging to your skin, in your hair, on your clothes. It all brought back the sensations of that first trip together. You fall back into his chest while he dips his head to mouth kisses into your neck, enjoying the quiet of the moment with you in a more physical way for a moment. Making you tilt your head to the side while the sun finally broke. 

From the nearby pier, heavy pelicans lined the side to swoop down, skimming over the water in lines, giving the two of you a show all for yourselves, among the surf the small sandpipers chased after the tiny ghost crabs trying to escape back into the surf, all of it made you smile. This felt like home to you, right here with Frank. 

“It feels like forever since we have visited.” You finally say as you turn to face Frank, the two of you stepping out of the surf, and hand in hand making your way along the beach's edge towards the pier, the sandpipers running away as fast as they could, a few taking to wing to fly several yards ahead of you to start there search in the surf retreating back from the edge once more. 

“Been a couple years at least. I was looking at the calendar and realized an anniversary of ours was coming up.” He mentioned while you two stepped under the pier. A small private world for you two at the moment as far above you people made their way towards the end stretching out over the water, ready to drip lines for fishing in the surf. Here though, underneath it all, was just for you and Frank. 

Nothing but water crashing to the shore, wood above your heads and the morning bringing back fond memories. Memories of shared kisses against one of the ageless logs helping to hold the deck yards above them steady, the way your legs wrapped around his hips as he pinned you in place and loved you so freely out in the open where they could be caught. How afterwards Frank said those words that he never uttered to anyone else in the way he said it to you. 

Fuck I think I love you. 

You thought then you loved him to. Now you knew you did. Your fingers looped in his belt loops and you walked backwards, till your back pressed once more against that sand and salt aged wood, looking up at him in the now very present dawn. 

“You know Frank, I think I love you.” 

“You know what Y/N, I think I love you too.” He winked, sliding in closer till he was pressed against you, his hands cupping the side of your face and tilting up to meet him, his tongue sliding past soft lips to the sweet heat of your mouth and tangling his tongue with yours. It elicited a soft moan from the back of your throat. 

Warming salty air really agreed with Frank, mixing the tastes on your tongue, you curled your arms around his body, clutching at his back as you now clung to him, thoroughly enjoying the way this kiss made you feel. 

The sensations of love and passion curling in your belly and your heart thud against your breast bone, absorbing into Frank as he pressed into your body, trying to daze you from rational thoughts, away from the everyday thoughts. 

Frank had a talent at making you appreciate the here and now. 

And right here, with sand covering your feet, your shirt and pants clinging to you from the ocean spray and your man completely pressing every ounce of his affection into you, you could do nothing but appreciate being in the moment. 

“Scratch that, I don't think, I know I love you Frank Adler.” You managed to break out of his kiss for half a second. 

“I know you do.” He assured you as he grasped the back of your thighs and lifted you enough to fold your legs around his waist. “I plan on showing you just how I feel.” He promised, the glint in his ocean blue eyes turning mischievously playful under that pier.

[dustbunnyisawarcriminal]

oh yea i did a fanart is it canon no but uhhhhhhhhhhh whatever it’s fine

[erasemej]

This ended up beeing the x-mas gift instead since they liked doctors more than butterflies. Here is the story that goes with it https://www.deviantart.com/jeanette9a/art/TimeDoctor-864505744

[wintersolsticeyeji]

Ryujin: This is...so dumb.

Tori, on Ryujin’s shoulders: The higher I am, the better I can see.

Ryujin: You...you can fly.

Tori: Hush now, Ryujin. I’m searching.

[threecrowsinatrenchcoat]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Seven years.

It had been seven years.

Remus knew Janus had been imprisoned for a very long time, but it took Logan a fair amount of investigation to figure out exactly how long. And once he had, he’d apparently been hesitant to tell Remus. Something about Remus being both overprotective of Janus and prone to violent outbursts when angered. And like. Ok, fair.

(Logan had waited until after the trial, when the people responsible were already in jail and Remus had no way to get to them. Which honestly was a good move on Logan’s part, because Remus very well might have gone and murdered them, consequences be damned.)

The trial itself was quick, but not painless. The case was airtight, though it relied heavily on Janus’ testimony. Janus was more than willing, of course; but he had just barely passed his psychiatric evaluation to be released from the agency’s custody. He was still skittish, and untrusting of most people aside from Remus. Combine that with the stress of a courtroom situation- being forced to dredge up all the terrible things that had been done to him in the last seven years- in front of the people who had done them, at that- and Remus honestly had no idea how Janus had managed not to break down during the trial.

The breakdown came after, of course.

[continue on AO3]

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