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babyjakes · 2 years
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more than a score.
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event | whumptember 2022
prompt | bad grades
pairing | daddy!frank adler x little!student!reader
warnings | frank is sfw daddy only per usual, college student!reader, reader does poorly on an exam and gets upset, negative self-talk, frank is so soft we all deserve a frank <3, all those sweet little names he calls her like "honeybee" :'-), my personal math trauma insertion, the title rhyming makes me feel so silly goofy it's embarrassing lol
word count | 1,285
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an | okay so originally this was gonna be steve but thennnnn i kind of just spiralled after seeing a gifset of frank being soft with mary so ;'-) it is what it is lol, i hope you guys like this one!!! this one's for the girlies who are getting their asses kicked by school rn!! i love you and so does frank!!!
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Kicking off his shoes and dropping his bag by the door, Frank raised a brow in question as he looked out through the doorway to the kitchen and the rest of the house. From what he could see, most of the lights were off, a strange sight he couldn't remember the last time he had come home to. "Honey?" he called out, his worry only growing as he received no response.
Making his way through the house, he scanned each room for you. Through the kitchen, then the living room, and then down the hallway. When he could finally see the faint glow of light coming out from underneath your shared bedroom door, he sighed a bit in relief.
Pausing to knock, he called out again for you, "Sweetheart? You in there?"
Curled up on the maroon loveseat over in the reading corner, you raised your head weakly off your pillow for only a moment. When you couldn't manage a response, the door opened slowly, revealing a slightly panicked-looking Frank. At the sight of you wrapped up under a blanket in the fetal position, your eyes still puffy from apparent tears, the man instantly rushed over to you, crouching down to sit on the floor beside the couch to bring you face to face.
"Honey, honey, hey-" he fussed over you gently, reaching out a hand to brush back your hair, "what's going on, y/n? You look like you've been crying."
Nodding, you scooted forward a bit to lean your head on your daddy's shoulder, tucking your face into the side of his neck as he hummed, "Hey honeybee, c'mere." Slowly wrapping his arms around you, he carefully collected you off the couch, standing up to take your previous place with you now in his lap as he cradled you. "Shhh, it's okay," he murmured, "I've got you, sweetheart. Can you tell me what's goin' on, pumpkin? Hmm? Did something happen?"
Not able to face him to give him an answer, you once again tucked your head away into his shirt to hide your face, reaching a hand out to point over in the direction of the end table that sat to the side of the couch. Following your gesture with his gaze, Frank's eyes landed on your laptop that still sat open, the screen having dimmed from sitting untouched for too long. Reaching out a hand, he picked it up, pulling it over to set it on top of your legs as he wiggled the mouse.
As the screen lit up, a knowing look formed on the man's face. Reading over the small table displayed in the opened window, he found the dreaded D score that he could guess brought on your pitiful state. "Oh bubba..." his voice trailed off sympathetically as his free hand came up to rub your back. Looking down at you as you hid away in shame, Frank's face softened. "Sweet girl, can you come out and talk to me?" Feeling a fresh round of tears coming on at the tenderness of your daddy's voice, you swallowed hard, clinging to the safety the darkness of his (now damp) button-down provided. "C'mon, honey. You're okay, just wanna help you feel better, honeybee."
Sniffling, it took everything in you to finally find your voice; it trembled as you spoke. "I-I'm sorry, Daddy."
"What? What are you saying sorry for, sweetheart?" the man soothed as he continued to run his hand up and down your back over your blanket.
"Kn-know it's a bad score, Daddy. Know I did a b-bad job. Didn't mean to, tried really h-hard and... studied a lot but... just... c-can't do math, Daddy. 'm no good at it," you whimpered.
"No baby, hey," Frank shook his head as he pulled back from you slightly, a gentle hand coming up to hold your cheek to prevent you from hiding away again. "Look at me, bubba. C'mon, this is important." Your eyes remained lowered, forcing him to tilt your chin up ever so slightly to finally catch your gaze. "Baby," he breathed, his eyes so full of love and sincerity. "You did not do a bad job. You did your best," he reminded you. "I know you did, honey. I know how hard you studied, how much you did to prepare. You worked so hard. And I'm so proud of you, y/n. Daddy's so proud of you."
"But..." you protested softly, bottom lip starting to wobble again.
Shaking his head, Frank's voice was the gentlest thing you'd ever heard as he started speaking again before you could finish your thought. "No, sweet girl. No 'but's, Daddy is always proud of you when you do your best. And you can do math, baby. You've been doing this math all semester; it was just one hard test. Now it'll be a new unit, with new things to learn. And if you want, Daddy can help you study and get ready for your next test, okay? We'll both do our best, bubba. I'm sure with the two of us putting our brains together, we can get your grade up with the next exam."
Bringing a hand up to rub at your eyes, you nodded, the promise of having your daddy's help on the next unit making you feel slightly more optimistic about continuing through the semester. "Still think I'm smart?" you asked weakly, a tinge of heartbreak appearing on Frank's face as he stroked your cheek softly.
"Of course I do," he whispered, thumbing away at a few stray tears as they dropped down from the corners of your eyes. "Think you're the smartest cookie I know, baby. But you know what else I think? Something way more important than just being smart?"
"Hm?" you hummed curiously, a genuine smile forming on the man's face as he continued.
"I think you're kind. I think you're loving. I think you're so hard-working, so dedicated. I think you're clever, and funny, and a wonderful friend. I think you've got the biggest, bravest heart. Along with your beautiful mind. Of course I think you're smart, y/n; I think you're brilliant in every possible way. But I think you're more than that too, honey. I think you're more than some silly test score; that's no way to measure how smart you are, anyway. Remember what I told you about those damn SAT's?"
That made you giggle a bit as you nodded. Having been a former college professor, Frank surely had firmly established opinions on standardized testing in the country at large, though a lot of times his views on assessment styles could also be shrunk down and applied to things like the math exam just as easily. "They're a scam, Daddy. They don't measure anything important," you recited what you could remember.
"That's right, baby," he affirmed proudly, earning another giggle from you as he nodded with a mock-serious looking face. "A lot of times tests aren't a great way to measure smartness. I know you were understanding the concepts when you were studying, baby. You did such a good job when you showed me all those problems you did."
"The questions were phrased funny," you admitted. "I lost a lot of points because I interpreted them wrong."
"See? You can't beat yourself up for it, baby. I won't let you," he declared.
"Okay Daddy," you hummed, finally feeling a little more at peace with the whole situation as you wrapped your arms around him tightly, giving him a squeeze. "No more beating myself up, I promise."
"Good," Frank smiled gently at you, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. "No one gets to be mean to my honeybee, not on my watch."
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venusstorm · 2 years
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I’m sitting here thinking about playing “guess who” *glory hole edition* with dilf Ari and his friends.
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Okay hear me out.
-They’ve been fucking you for weeks now and each one handles you so differently.
-Ari and Curtis would be absolutely filthy pounding into you, filling your tight cunt together until you’re screaming. *they’d also love the feeling of their dicks gliding against each other*
-Lloyd just wants to see you cry on his cock. Let’s be honest.
-Andy and Frank would be such soft doms. They’d motivate you to keep bouncing, Frank shoving his cock in your mouth and guiding it down your throat until you’re gagging. 
“You can take it, Princess. Love when our pretty baby soaks her panties.”
-Andy would try and shove himself in your ass. He’d love how tight it is and he swore you always came faster that way. 
-And Ransom? He loves slapping his dick on your face, smashing you against his balls and forcing you to suck onto them roughly. He’s even tried to shove them in your cunt a few times.
-And then finally, Ari gets the bright idea to put your pussy and ass on display and nothing else.
-They’d fuck you one by one and your job is to figure out which one’s currently behind you.
-They’d be so competitive about it too, trying to see which one can make you squirt the fastest.
-You’re trying to listen to their grunts and moans but the walls are too thick to truly hear who’s behind it.
-And you’re so messy by the end of it, cum coating your backside and splashing onto the wall, your own spend dripping into a puddle.
-And if you get any of them wrong…oh you’re gonna pay for it.
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yeaaa this one might have to become a full story
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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year
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𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒔
🎄christmas masterlist🎄
warning - smut, tiny elf male, human reader, stalker behaviour, elf goes flying, elf also using reader as a trampoline, slight somno, slight fluff, reader gets knocked out by dumbass tiny man, a special appearance.
18+ only please, thanks to @lavender-annd-lilac for giving me an idea on what to write for frank, the gif and header aren't mine.
Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.
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Frank zooms through your house, his pointed ears twitching as he hears Christmas music coming from the lounge room. An excited grin appears on his face as he heads in that direction. He peeks his head from behind the wall. Frank’s eyes sparkle with glee as they land on your dancing form. Never knowing someone to be so free and beautiful, the room lights up as if you're glowing. For a few moments, he just stares until the shine of something catches his attention.
Frank looks over, his face lighting up, when he notices some golden tinsel lying on the floor. An excited squeak leaves his mouth as he sprints toward the object, squealing as he moves closer to it. Frank flops onto the tinsel, wrapping his tiny hands around it as he begins to tug, similar to a cat but much tinier and human-like. 
“So pretty!” He’s so distracted that he doesn’t notice you moving toward it, nor that it seems to wrap around your ankle, causing you to trip and fall. The action causes Frank to be flung into the air, and a panicked squeal leaves his lips. The sound of a thud comes from where you fell, and the tiniest thud comes from where Frank lands. 
Frank groans, blinking away the stars in his vision, a pout forming on his face as Frank wasn’t expecting to fly today. When his vision clears, Frank looks around, his eyes widening when they land on you and your exposed form. The feel of his cock twitching in his small black tights causes his gaze to quickly flicker down, only to look back up again, not wanting to ever look away from the sight in front of him. 
There you lie, near the Christmas tree knocked out from the fall. Your cute oversized Marvel shirt is flipped, exposing your pretty little pussy and your plump ass. 
Frank quickly jumps up, ignoring the slight pain and dizziness in his head. He excitedly runs over to where you lie. He leans forward, and his tiny finger pokes your cheek before he climbs onto your body. 
He strips from his tights, cock throbs as it springs free. Frank feels giddy as he feels a bounce on your cheek. Like a child, he decides to use your ass as a trampoline. For a split second, he forgets about his hardened cock and how he wants to mark you as he jumps up and down. 
Overjoyed squeals leave his lips before he slowly stops and lies stomach first on your body. His tiny hands grip your plumpy flesh. Squeezing and kneading it as he slowly ruts into you, soft moans escape his lips as the pleasure spreads through his body and becomes too much for him. Frank’s eyes roll back, his tiny little hips moving faster than they ever have before. 
Frank opens his mouth, his teeth clamping down onto your flesh as tingles shoot through his tiny body and down to his thick throbbing member. It feels so good that goosebumps rise throughout him, and his heavy sacks begin to tighten when he feels his end approaching rapidly. Frank should feel embarrassed by how quickly this will end, but the pleasure is too overwhelming to care.
Gripping as tightly as he can, Frank grunts as his member throbs and twitches wildly. Warm white cum shoots from his thick mushroom tip and covers your plump flesh. He lies there for a while, catching his breath before he stands, looking down at the masterpiece he created. A joyful smile graces his appearance as he leans down and spreads his cooling seed across your skin. Soft, cheeky giggles escape him. 
Once everything is done, Frank jumps down and pulls his tights back up his lower half before placing a delicate kiss onto your side. He continues to giggle as he runs off into the night, planning for the next time the rest of them will see you. As he exits, his eyes connect with his boss’s, and he shoots the giant man a slight wink and smile, topping it off with a small wave.
The more giant man grunts, strutting over to where you lie unconscious. He bends down and picks up your tiny body, loving how much smaller you are than him, huffing when he notices Frank's damage to your place and your pretty little head. The man cradles you carefully as he begins to walk in the direction of your room, gently placing you down onto your soft bed and tucking you in. Before he leaves, he kisses your forehead gently, wishing you sweet dreams.
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thank you for reading!
feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.
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theycallmebecca · 6 months
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For your Autumn prompts- a character (I’m thinking Frank or Curtis would be fun!) of your choosing doesn’t “get” the magic of Autumn/Fall- but after participating in a typical Autumn activity (Fall Festival/haunted house/carving pumpkins/apple picking/a scare crow making contest/scary movie marathon) they get it and it’s a cute fluffy ending 🥺🧡
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If this drabble had a theme song it would be Taylor Swift's Anti-Hero, specifically the line 'Hi, I'm the problem, it's me' because I literally started writing this drabble the day I got this request back on the 18th and the ending eluded me until today...
Never the less, I have prevailed! And I bring you some Frank Adler grumpiness.
Title: New Traditions
Pairing: Frank Adler x reader
Rating: PG
Warnings: n/a
Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.
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"What do you mean you think fall is overrated?” You stared at your boyfriend in shock.
“The colors are nice, I guess,” Frank Adler replied with a shrug. “But I don’t get the fuss.”
You blinked and shook your head in disbelief. You opened your mouth to remind him that he’d grown up in fucking New England, one of the most picturesque places in the entire fucking world to experience fall and then shut it when you remembered why the two of you were even in New England in October.
Mary’s monthly weekend with her grandmother.
You bit your tongue to keep from saying anything about Frank’s mother and tried to mask your face, but you could see Frank’s lips twitch as he tried to fight smiling himself.
“It’s ok, you can call her a bitch if you want to,” Frank said with a grin. “I’ve said worse. To her face.”
“I will not stoop to her level,” you said, pulling your shoulders back. “I’m just glad I’m part of yours and Mary’s lives now and can help you both experience the parts of life that were kept from you.”
“Like what?” Frank asked, tilting his head in curiosity.
“Experiencing fall the way it’s fucking meant to be spent!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up. “Pumpkin patches, hayrides, corn mazes, just everything that makes fall fun!”
Frank gave you a look that said he wasn’t convinced.
“Trust me, by the time I’m done showing you and Mary everything you’ve missed, you’ll be begging me to show you more and, not only that, but making a huge weekend of it every single year,”  you promised.
With Mary busy with her grandmother for the weekend, you and Frank went to a local haunted house and then watched a couple scary movies. While he refused to admit he was enjoying himself, you could tell that he was.
By the time you guys were back in Florida, Mary was on board for experiencing a true fall and you knew that would seal the deal for Frank. If there was anything that made your grumpy boyfriend happy, it was seeing his niece enjoying her childhood, something that both he and her mother had missed out on.
You spent the week planning a weekend full of fall-related fun for the three of you, some of which you shared with Frank and Mary, but other parts you decided to keep as a surprise.
When the weekend finally arrived, the three of you got up early and headed out for the first day of fun. You’d found a farm not too far away that had an actual pumpkin patch as well as hayrides, a corn maze, and a farm store.
Just as you had expected, it was an instant hit for Mary. It was a harder sell for your grumpy boyfriend, but, eventually, even he was enjoying himself, though you weren’t sure if it was because he’d gotten into the fall celebration or if it was just because he was happy that Mary was happy.
By the end of that first day, you knew that you’d just stated a new, annual, family tradition.
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paperweight91 · 4 months
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Since I’m off work of the next week, I thought I would open up the asks for some drabble prompts!
Send me a scenario with or without a CE character and let’s see if I can actually drabble and not turn it into a one-shot!!!
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jamneuromain · 1 month
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🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe drabble about:
Ari + chest hair + purring like a cat
Thank you dear Hoe Fairy<3
Damn! Ari with his chest hair... a hell of a combination that I can't resist
I present to you:
Lazy Morning
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Warning: Dub-con (since they are married); Actor!Ari Levinson, somno, oral (mentioned just a little), fingering, p in v, fluff and smut.
W/C: ~1.5K
A/N: ...shit I totally forgot about the chest hair part
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A Work in Progress Masterlist
"And the Oscar goes to -" The host paused dramatically, before opening the envelop in his hand and pulling out the sheet of paper that contained the name of the winner for tonight.
"-Ari Levinson, from The Feud!"
The first action, out of sheer surprise, was to look into your soft eyes. Ari saw you gasp and cover your mouth in shock, when your eyes dampened in happiness.
He headed to the stage after kissing and hugging you, shaking hands along the way.
"... I want to thank the director Frank Adler, and our team for making The Feud to happen." He choked on his words, on your name, tears rolled heavy beneath his eyelids, "And to my beautiful wife. You mean the world to me. I love you."
...
Your wet mouth engulfed him inch by inch. Words were a slur of moaning coming out of his lips.
"F-Fuck, honey-"
His cock reached the back of your throat. So soft. So warm.
"Feels good, baby?" You whispered in your sultry voice, "Come down my throat. I want to taste you..."
His hand grabbed the back of your neck, pushing you down on his cock. Pushing you down until he was fully seated in your mouth. Until he was on the verge of exploding-.
The sun peeked through the window and the slim creek of the curtains, landing on his skin.
Among the soft incessant buzz of his phone, the faintest of stirring of you in his arms, and the sun, he woke up from slumber.
It took him a moment to recall his memories from last night. Last night was a combination of alcohol, chatting up, and tiring ceremonies.
Right. Ceremony. The Oscar.
Ari scratched his bearded chin. He might have a little problem distinguishing reality from his dream.
The ceremony and the speech, that he remembered. But the fact that you were fully clothed in pyjamas reminded him that the blurry vision he just had - the one where you took him in your mouth - was a dream.
He sighed softly into the back of your neck. The afterparty lasted until three in the morning, and both of you had been too tired to do anything besides getting ready for bed in the early hours. Which led to the fact that he was hard as fuck, and there was nothing he could do about it while you were still sleeping.
You were practically glowing in your sleep, which could be the sun kissing your skin, but still, glowing, peaceful, and he could not believe his luck, marrying you and spending the rest of his life with you.
... on second thought, maybe there was something he could do about it while you were sleeping.
Ari shamelessly slipped his hand beneath your sleeping shorts, prying it down in slow motion, until it was pulled to your knees. His fingers danced around your entrance, carefully rubbing your pussy lips and capturing your clit between his fingers.
You let out a small whine in your sleep, your back pressed to his front a little tighter.
Slick began to gather at his fingertips as he continued his motion of rubbing circles at your most sensitive parts. Ari couldn't help himself but murmur by your ears. He knew you couldn't hear in your dreams, but that didn't stop him from whispering, "So wet for me, honey. I bet you want this as much as I do, yeah?"
As if you could hear him, your walls convulsed and your thighs tightened, before your knee moved higher up on the bed, as if you were granting him access in your sleep.
"Honey..." He murmured, his gaze unwavering, landing on your slick-coated pussy, "if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're awake and wanting. Such a pretty invitation for me, won't you say?"
He pumped his shaft with the slick on his fingers. The tip slowly sunk itself into your velvety walls, as he grunted due to the tightness.
"Fuck, honey, fuck." Ari panted into your neck. His lips pressed into your soft and smooth skin, trailing his kiss to the point where your neck met your shoulder.
You mewled, clawing his arm that circled your waist, moaning in your sleep: "Ari..."
"Yes, honey, I'm right - umph - here." Ari pushed himself all the way in, his legs wedged between your knees, forcing them to open wide as he bottomed out.
"Ari...?" Your eyelashes batted before blinking your eyes open. Half of your consciousness still drowning in the peaceful sleep you had, and the other half bathing in the wet dream - the wet reality where you woke up with the twisted coil of desire burning in your guts.
The thought of your husband taking you in your sleep only added fuel to the fire. You can feel your pussy clenched down hard on his thick cock when his slow but hard thrust hurt your cervix in the most delicious way possible.
A throaty moan was pushed out of your lips when another thrust rearranged your insides. Your hand clung to the iron clad he had to your waist, preventing yourself from slamming into the headboard.
"Love you so much, honey," He groaned loudly as your body responded to him by moving along the rhythm he set. The filthy squelch as your dripping pussy took all of him in hungrily, pounding the life out of you.
You chanted his name like a prayer when he had you come on his cock, when his cum pumped into you, coating your walls with his spend.
Catching your breath and your mind gradually, your fingers intertwined with his, before turning your head and looking his way: "For a second, I thought it was my birthday."
Ari huffed out a laugh. His beard scratched your jaw as he kissed every inch of your skin he could reach. With the morning sex as a wake-up call, he sure could turn this into a habit for your mutual celebrations. A small smile crept up his lips as he spoke, "I think we have some left-over pie in the fridge, 'course we could make it your birthday."
His phone buzzed again, making him curse under his breath.
"Take it." You teased him softly, tapping your knuckle on his chest, "Otherwise the headline tomorrow would be The Disappearance of Oscar-winner Ari Levinson."
Ari reached his long arm to grab his phone. Scamming through the messages and phone calls, he picked a few to answer briefly before tossing his phone aside, burying his face into your neck, and inhaling deeply.
In a few hours, he would have an interview with Variety, and later iMDb. After that, he would be shipped off to Norway via airplane for his new movie which still needed a few weeks in a god-forsaken forest. While you too had your work later tonight, he couldn't help but ask, "Can you stay with me before I go?"
"Sure." You combed through his hair with your fingers. He grew his hair and beard for his new caveman movie in Norway, and now he was fuzzy all over. Sometimes you wonder whether you have a man for your husband, or that he is merely a werebear that loves to pin you under with his weight, "how much time do we have before you go?"
"My flight takes off at 4:45pm." He grumbled into your neck, "Four, five hours...? When are you needed for work?"
You turned to look at him, "Five-ish."
"Good." His hand splayed possessively over your stomach, "That means we can spend some more time on..." He squeezed your tummy suggestively, "celebration."
You could practically imagine him wiggling his eyebrows as he said so. Chuckling, you placed his hands where they needed to be - your spine, "Celebration should wait," you laid comfortably on your stomach, "someone isn't getting any celebration until they fix my waist - bending me around and all that."
Ari sighed in defeat and started working on the stiff muscles on your back - the fact that he did bend your legs in your sleeping form left him speechless and somewhat embarrassed for springing out on you.
With his magical hands doing their best, it was not long until you started humming in content, and his dick twitched in excitement.
His hands began to descend lower and lower, closer to your ass every time he massaged your back.
"You know, I think the massage would perform one hundred percent if you take your sleeping shirt off." His hand glided dangerously close to your core, before shifting his position and muttering by your ear.
"God, you're awful." A breathy groan left your lips as the knots on your back untwined.
"Too bad, you're not going anywhere," Ari lowered himself to kiss your bare back - this smooth bastard had just flipped your sleeping shirt upwards to grant himself better access, "Mrs. Levinson."
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saiyanprincessswanie · 8 months
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Hello all,
I’m looking to read more variety of characters by Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan. Don’t get me wrong I love Steve and Bucky and I will continue to read them as they are my favorites. But I want to read more of the following characters either by mutuals or new authors that I haven’t read before. Looking for oneshots, drabbles or headcannons.
Here are some examples of characters:
Andy Barber
Ari Levinson
Cole Turner
Curtis Everett
Frank Adler
Jake Jensen
Lloyd Hansen
Mr Freezy
Ransom Drysdale
Chris (Destroyer)
God the bounty hunter
Lee Bodecker
Nick Fowler
So if you or someone you know writes for the characters tag me in your work or send it to me in a DM.
Much love Missy
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babyjakes · 2 years
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event | whumptember 2022
prompt | sick
pairing | daddy!frank adler x little!reader
warnings | sfw daddy and little relationship, reader has a cold, brief mentions of medicine and nebulizer treatments, one (1) bad nautical pun, frank is so soft it physically hurts 😃
word count | 472
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okay so if you haven’t read my daddy!frank stuff before, here’s the scoop: i only write sfw stuff for frank bc in my mind he is strictly sfw given his role in the movie gifted. something about writing smut for him just doesn’t work for me so whenever i write him as a daddy, it’s strictly in the caregiving role and nothing sexual!! it’s really worked for me and i love the safe!dad vibes he radiates 🥺🫶
so when reader’s sick, the most important thing for frank to do is just be nearby. he knows his baby gets anxious when she’s not feeling well so he cancels all work immediately and stays by her side for as long as she needs 💖
maybe one time reader gets a really bad cough/cold 😔👎 (which i recently had lol) she’s got a runny nose, sore throat, and a bad headache, and it lasts for days 😔😔
frank stays by her side the entire time, mostly snuggled up on the couch during the day. reader’s a little worried about passing the illness into him but he’ll have none of that, “let me hold you, pumpkin. i’ll be okay, need to make sure i’m taking care of my honey bee” 🥺😭
frank’s got the ultimate collection of dvd’s, so she gets to watch all her favorite movies. he also takes a trip to the store to grab all her favorite soft foods: yogurts, puddings, ice cream, soups, etc. maybe he spoon feeds her ice cream as they snuggle, trying to get any food in her just to help keep her strength up. “c’mon, sweetheart. can you take a few more bites for me? know it must feel good on your throat, bubba.”
maybe her favorite stuffie “catches” the sickness too so they need a little care as well 🥺💖 it makes it less scary for reader, to be doing it with her “friend.” so when she has to take medicine, or do a neb treatment, or stuff like that, her teddy bear skipper (see the cute boat pun??🥺) takes a spoonful, gets his own little mask, etc 🥺😭 frank plays right along, knowing it’ll help keep her anxieties at bay
nights when reader’s sick, she get to snuggle up with frank in his bed. usually she sleeps in her own room, since it’s equipped with all her little stuff. but whenever she needs or wants it, frank always lets her join him in his own bed. he keeps a glass of water and a box of tissues on the nightstand, rocking her softly as her eyelids grow heavy. “close your eyes, honey bee. need to get lots of rest so you can feel better soon. the boat’s at the dock waiting for our next big adventure”
🥺💖😭🫶 i LOVE soft!daddy!frank i would DIE for soft!daddy!frank 😔🙏
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Sleepy Prompts Masterlist
A collection of short request drabbles with sleep-themed prompts.
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Andy Barber #33
Alpha Steve and Little One #40
Bodyguard Steve Rogers #31
Alpha Steve and Little One #38
Curtis and Honey #17
Bucky Barnes #30
Alpha Steve and Little One #1 and 3
Andy Barber #7 and 8
Frank Adler #10 and 34
Ari Levinson #40
Nick Gant #43
Steve Rogers #9
Ari Levinson #22
Sleepy Prompt List
Main Masterlist
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buckyownsmylife · 1 year
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Finding You #21 - Steve Rogers, Ari Levinson or Frank Adler smut (your choice!)
The one with somnophilia
When you end up being transformed into an omega without any understanding of what it entails, five Alphas find themselves responsible for your well-being. Guess it’s only expected you’d take care of them too, huh?
For general warnings and author’s notes, please go to the fic’s masterlist.
A/N: Another short drabble!
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I watched her sleep peacefully between Andy and Ransom, her breasts moving with every breath she took.
She must have been tired, the poor thing. We really were insatiable when it came to her, and unfortunately, I wasn’t able to hold myself back just yet.
I needed to have her again.
“Hey, it’s me…” I whispered against her shoulder once I was able to fit my body between my brother’s and behind hers, in bed. “Kiss me, kiss me.”
Our noses bumped as she struggled to abide by my wishes, still being more or less asleep, but it was everything that I wanted.
She was everything that I had always wanted.
Despite her lack of help, it wasn’t hard pulling her underwear to the side and shoving myself inside of her. I mentally complained about my brothers for dressing her up, knowing another one of us would unavoidably want to be buried in her after they were done, but since I was able to make do, I figured I shouldn’t really complain all that much.
A few little tears escaped the corners of her eyes as she moaned, a bit in pleasure and a bit in pain from being used so much. I kissed them away as I started to gently move in and out of her.
“Shh…” I tried to quiet her down so she’d continue sleeping. “Don’t worry, kitten. I’ll take care of you.”
Her eyes remained closed as I fucked into her softly, but I knew she wasn’t asleep anymore. So I grabbed her ass as I drilled into her deeper, pulling her leg up to help me in my intentions.
“Tell me you love me,” I quietly begged, right against her ear as I heard her breathing get shallower and shallower. “Please?”
“I love you,” she answered at the same volume, careful not to wake up the boys. “I love you, Alpha.”
And that was everything that I needed.
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theycallmebecca · 1 year
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Drabble: The Five Step Plan
Well this story for @the-slumberparty turned into a BEAST... I can't tell you the last time I've written something this long... it took a few days, but I'm happy with how it turned out.
As I mentioned, this is for @the-slumberparty and the Week 3 challenge to try something new in regards to tropes. The prompt I used was baby/child acquisition, but with exes to lovers.
In the end, this story turned into an AU version of how Frank Adler ended up as the guardian for his niece Mary. So not only was it new tropes for me, but also more dramatic and emotional than I normally get. Hence the warnings.
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Title: The Five Step Plan
Pairing: Frank Adler x female reader
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: some language, AU version of how Frank became Mary's guardian, minor character death but mostly dealing with the fallout from said death
Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.
Usage Disclaimer: This work is for fans only. This author does not give permission for it to be shared, spoken of, referred to in any public manner (podcast, tv, online, etc.) that wants to either make a celebrity uncomfortable, mock fan fiction/fandom in any way, or the author themselves. Requests can be made, but it is unlikely the author will change their mind. If no response is given to a request then the answer is a solid no, not interested and the work cannot be shared, spoken of or even referred to, regardless of the manner or context. 
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The call came in minutes before Frank was due on stage for a discussion panel at a conference.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Adler, there’s been a car accident," the police officer said. "Your sister's car was sideswiped and she did not make it.”
“My niece? Mary? Is she… is she ok?” he panicked.
“She’s fine, she wasn’t in the car,” the police officer answered but there was a hesitancy in his voice.
“What's going on?!” Frank demanded.
“She was the one who called to report it,” the police officer said. “It happened right in front of her.”
“Oh Mary!” Frank cried out, his heart breaking in two for his 13-year-old niece. “Where is she now?”
“She’s currently at the hospital, she insisted on riding with her mother,” the police officer said. “She threatened to sue the city for child abandonment if they didn’t take her with… she said you were in California.”
“My wife,” he heard himself say. “I’ll call my wife, she’ll come get Mary and do whatever needs to be done.”
“Give her my number, I’ll wait for her call,” the police officer said, his voice sounding relieved.
Frank mumbled goodbye and then hung up, totally numb. His sister was dead. Gone forever and…
“Mr. Adler? They’re ready for you,” a voice said from behind him.
Frank turned and somehow managed to say, “I can’t. I have to leave. My sister…” He couldn’t say the word, so he just said, “accident. Bad.”
Then he fled. It wasn’t until he was in the privacy of his hotel room that he called you. Technically, you were still his wife, even though the two of you had been in a trial separation for almost six months. But he knew you loved Mary, too, and would drop everything to rush to her.
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You got to the hospital less than twenty minutes after hanging up with Frank. The police officer was waiting for you and within minutes you were reunited with Mary.
The teenager was wearing her signature brave face until she saw you, then she melted, the events of the afternoon catching up to her. You rushed to her side and gathered her into your arms, giving into your own emotions as she sobbed.
Eventually, the police officer cleared his throat and apologetically said that there were some legal things you had to take care of on behalf of Frank before you could take Mary home.
“I want to go, too,” Mary said, standing up. “I don’t want to be left alone.”
You nodded your head and gave the police officer a look that said not to argue. After all, Mary had already seen her mother immediately following the accident.
An hour later, you unlocked the front door of Frank’s condo, the place you’d called home for five years. You ushered Mary to the master bedroom and then held her until she cried herself to sleep.
It was only once she was asleep that you called for more help, asking your best friend to go to Mary and her mom's apartment and get their cat Fred and pack a bag of clothes for Mary.
You knew Frank wasn’t the biggest fan of cats, but you also knew he wouldn’t make his niece give up her cat, not after losing her mom.
As you waited for your friend to show up, you wandered around the condo and eventually realized that Frank hadn’t changed a thing in the six months since you’d moved out.
It made you both mad and sad that he hadn’t changed anything, because it just reaffirmed to you the choice you’d made to walk away. You weren’t a materialistic person in the least, but you wanted to be loved and appreciated and Frank wasn’t good at expressing love or appreciation. You’d hoped your walking away would wake him up, but it clearly hadn’t.
You heard Fred yowling in protest before your friend knocked on the door. Getting up, you let her in and took the cat carrier from her.
“Shh, Fred,” you whispered to the cat. “Mary needs you.”
The cat quieted instantly and didn’t fight you as you pulled him out of the carrier. You carried him down the hall to Frank’s room and set him on the bed.
He made soothing cat noises as he walked towards Mary and then he snuggled up close to her. You held your breath until you saw Mary’s shoulders visibly relax and knew that Fred was exactly what she had needed.
Leaving the room, you helped your friend with the rest of Mary’s stuff, putting it all in the guest room.
“Do you want me to stay until Frank gets here?” your friend offered.
You shook your head and said, “We’ll be fine.”
Your friend gave you a look that said she didn’t believe you, but she gave you a hug and made you promise to call if you needed anything.
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It had taken Frank nearly twelve hours, but he was finally home. He took the stairs two at a time and quietly let himself into the condo since it was nearly 5 in the morning.
He set his bag down and he made his way to the guest room, where he assumed you’d put Mary to bed. He was surprised, therefore, to find the door open and the room empty save for things he recognized from Mary's room from her apartment.
Turning towards the master bedroom, he crossed the hall and turned the handle slowly. Stepping inside, he was surprised to find Mary alone, though a telltale purr alerted him to the presence of Fred, too.
He was annoyed for half a second before it dawned on him that of course you’d put Mary in his bed. The girl had been through a traumatic experience and you’d both agreed to take her some place she knew that wasn’t home. He hadn’t been there, but the bed had smelt like him, which would have helped calm Mary more.
Stepping out of the room, he pulled the door closed and made his way to the heart of the condo, only seeing the blankets folded up on the couch as he passed.
Hearing noises in the kitchen, he followed them and found you in the kitchen starting coffee and wearing one of his shirts and a pair of sweats.
You finished with the coffee pot and then turned towards him, your face showing the same grief that he knew his own showed, too.
He crossed the room and wrapped you in a hug, both of you giving into your grief.
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You’d been in the waiting room the day Mary had been born and she had stolen your heart the first time you'd held her. She wasn’t your niece biologically, but she had been the one to make you an aunt and the two of you had had a special bond because of that.
Therefore, there was no way in hell you were going to abandon her when she needed you the most. Even if it meant having your heart rebroken nearly every day loving a man who would never love you back the way you deserved to be loved.
The first few weeks had been the hardest. The funeral had been planned and then had taken place. You and Frank had packed up his sister’s apartment, all of her things going into boxes in his garage while Mary’s stuff was unpacked in the guest room.
Then, at the will reading, you and Frank had found out that his sister still had you and Frank named as Mary’s legal guardians. You'd known she’d made the change following their mother’s passing, but you’d assumed she would have changed it when you and Frank had separated. Obviously, she hadn’t.
“I’ll move into my office,” Frank offered one evening after Mary was in bed and you were preparing to go home to your apartment. “You can move into the bedroom. It’s the only thing that makes sense when you’re here all day.”
You wanted to argue, but you were starting to get worried about Mary. She was seemingly just going through the motions and you were sure having both you and Frank within reach at a moment's notice would be helpful.
“Ok,” you said. “For Mary.”
And thus, that weekend, you moved back into your old home and went to bed in the bed that had been yours and Frank’s. The bed that smelled like him and made your heart hurt even more.
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After you'd moved out of the condo, Frank had spent as little time there as possible, choosing to stay late in his office at the university over being bombarded with memories at the cold, sterile condo he lived in.
Now with you back in the condo and the addition of Mary, and even Fred, the condo was quickly becoming the place that Frank wanted to be. He adjusted his office hours at the university, mostly so he could take Mary to her therapy appointments, but also so he could spend time with the two of you.
Losing his sister had made him realize that he had been a fool to let you go without a fight. Thanks to a few therapy sessions, he had an idea of where things had gone wrong and he was determined to fix them.
Step one was spending more time with you, and Mary.
Step two was proving that he still loved you.
Step three was proving that the two of you couldn't live without each other.
Step four was getting you to fall in love with him again.
Step five was recommitting yourselves to each other.
He was going to do it.
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You were looking through your list of text messages for something for work when you saw Frank's sister's name and guilt flooded you at the message next to it.
Promise me you'll never give up on him.
The two of you had been catching up, just days before the accident, and she'd sent that message and you hadn't replied.
"I'm sorry," you whispered to her spirit. "I should have replied, I was just scared."
Despite the awkward situation of being a sister-in-law and friend, she'd been as supportive as she could. She never pressured you for information, but was always willing to listen when you needed to talk to someone who understood Frank as well as you did, if not better.
"You're probably laughing up there," you muttered. Not over being gone from her daughter, of course, but over forcing her brother and you back together with no option but to spend lots of time together.
To Frank's credit, things were different now than they had been before you'd walked away. He was more attentive and, while he wasn't overzealous with his emotions, he wasn't as stoic as he had been before. There was not a single night that he sent Mary to bed without telling her that he loved her.
The changes you saw in him, made your heart hurt a little less each day and gave you a little more hope that things would all work out in the end.
"I promise," you whispered. "I won't give up on him."
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It took six months of hard work, but Frank successfully got through the first four steps of his plan to get you back. It hadn't been as simple as he originally outlined, at least not after he'd let you in on the plan and you'd made your own suggestions. But in the end, the two of you had made it to the other side stronger than ever.
On the anniversary of the day you walked away from him, the two of you decided to renew your vows in a spur of the moment ceremony with just you guys and Mary in the backyard of the house you'd purchased together.
Mary insisted upon you both dressing up and said she'd take care of the wedding vows, which turned out to be a pair of wedding themed mad libs that she had gotten you both to fill out under the guise of being bored.
Needless to say, the intimate ceremony had been perfect, even though you and Frank had been crying from hysterical laughter rather than the normal emotions associated with weddings.
But finally, once you had all calmed down, you and Frank had sealed the crazy vows with a kiss.
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onsunnyside · 1 year
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𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 🌟💦
the urge has won and I’m throwing very impromptu party for all the underrated and underappreciated cevans daddies. It’s time to give them the love they deserve.
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𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬:
𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 | super impromptu: Dec. 6 (to 3pm EST on the 7th) *CLOSED*
˚*。:°☾ 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬/𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: must be related to the party theme! these can be about any of my current works or fresh ideas/prompts | (˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ |  𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐬)
𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬: must include the following characters: Jake Jensen, James Mace, Ryan Ackerman, Johnny Storm, Colin Shea, Jake Wyler, and Bryce Langley. any aus and tropes accepted (fluff, dark, anything slutty or soft really). Additional daddies: Syd, Lucas Lee, Frank Adler, and Nick Gant.
Before sending a prompt, please check the list of completed drabbles in case it has already been sent. No requests are guaranteed.
all asks/drabbles/things related to my celebration will be tagged under: #underrated daddy party & all drabbles will be reblogged onto my library: @onsunnysidelibrary
Reminder: my blog is 18+ — minors DNI. [time zone converter]
𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐬: all fics, drabbles, etc.
updated as they’re posted | [smut*]
#bf stepbro Ryan aka Ari’s little stepbrother!Ryan Ackerman: crushes to lovers (best friend!Ari) | spicier option* (boyfriend!Ari)
space dork!boyfriend!Mace takes you to the planetarium
nasa bros: Mace vs Johnny for airhead!reader (tag)
tattooed and pierced frat boy!Jake Jensen (tag)
#mean daddy jensen: lovesick boyfriend!Jake Jensen turns into mean daddy!Jake Jensen | punishment + humiliation*
Jake Wyler seduces nerd!reader during a tutoring session*
#stoner space nerds: stoner nerd!boyfriend!Jake Jensen invites his plug co-nerd!Mace over for some weed and space documentries*
shy boyfriend!Jensen wants you to ride him*
grumpy!Mace x shy!sunshine!reader
fake good!mean boyfriend!Jake Jensen x airhead!reader (tag)
frat bros!Johnny Storm & Jake Wyler have a thing for the same girl
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brandycranby · 10 months
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seven sentence celebration: 🥭 m. list
a compilation of the drabbles written for my celebration event for my first fic By Your Mouth and Mine.
last updated: 08/07/2023
event announcement | main masterlist
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sensibility
ransom drysdale x you, requested by anon
a million reasons
steve rogers x you, requested by @eloquentreverie
liquid love
andy barber x you, requested by @astrorogers
sunkissed
ari levinson x you, requested by anon
new horizons
frank adler x you, requested by @undutchable11
lack of standing
andy barber x you, requested by @worksby-d
in perfect colour
ransom drysdale x you, requested by @itistimeforusalltodecidewhoweare
like a prayer
steve rogers x you, requested by anon
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stay tuned for more fills <3
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writing-for-marvel · 1 year
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Stardust Reblog Challenge October 2022 Masterlist
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Challenge by @natrace | dividers by @firefly-graphics
These are all the fics I’ve reblogged and recommend in October
The aim of this challenge is to support writers on tumblr by reblogging their work with comments ♥️ I would encourage everyone to join this challenge and to show all these amazing authors love by reading and sharing their work
Please read the warnings for each individual fic
🔥 - smut | 💗 - fluff | 💧- angst | 😈 - dark
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Bucky Barnes
💧💗🔥 Detectives-in-love (mini-series) by @real-jane
💗💧 Silhouettes in the Spotlight (series) by @frostironfudge
🔥 Mutual Masturbation by @metalbuckaroo
🔥 Somno by @/metalbuckaroo
🔥 Mirror Sex by @/metalbuckaroo
🔥 Good Boy by @late-to-the-party-81
🔥 Midnight Delights by @sunshinebuckybarnes
😈🔥 Teasing by @bucky-barnes-diaries
🔥 Dirty Talk by @/bucky-barnes-diaries
💗 Autumn Leaves by @/bucky-barnes-diaries
🔥 Eating Out by @/bucky-barnes-diaries
💗 Warm Cuddles by @/bucky-barnes-diaries
😈🔥 Overstimulation by @/bucky-barnes-diaries
🔥 Edging by @/bucky-barnes-diaries
💗💧Haunted Hotel by @/bucky-barnes-diaries
💧💗 Plum Cake by @tuiccim
🔥💗 Relief Mission by @/tuiccim
🔥 Caught! By @jobean12-blog
💗 Just Admit It! By @/jobean12-blog
💗 Safe Haven by @rookthorne
🔥💗 Only The Two of Us by @traitorjoelite
💗 A Little Superstitious by @jadedvibes
🔥 Like Real People Do by @navybrat817
💧💗 Taken by @wintersldr1
😈🔥 Bunny and Clyde by @buckgasms
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Steve Rogers
🔥 See What You Do To Me? by @luxeavenger
💗 Sweet Indulgences by @sweetascanbee
🔥 Working Hard by @labella420
🔥 A Good ‘Bad Idea’ by @/late-to-the-party-81
🔥 Once More, With Feeling by @/late-to-the-party-81
🔥 Need You Now by @/late-to-the-party-81
💗 The One For Me by @fluffycutecevans
🔥 Into The Sunset by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming
💗 steve rogers x f!reader by @rodrikstark
💗💧 Yellow Raincoats by @earth616variant
💗 Kitchen Disaster by @nekoannie-chan
💗🔥 Small and Significant by @vivianandherlily
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Stucky
💗💧 On Wings Of Fate (series) by @sanguineterrain
💗 A Plum Deal by @/jobean12-blog
💗 I’ve Got You by @/rookthorne
💧💗🔥 Trust In Me by @/late-to-the-party-81
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Thor Odinson
🔥 Tethered to Another by @the-iceni-bitch
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Joaquin Torres
💗 Midnight Cup of Coffee by @asgardwinter
🔥 Take Care of You Like This by @inklore
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Kate Bishop
💗 She Always Comes Back by @/asgardwinter
💗 Bakery AU by @fluffyprettykitty
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Sam Wilson
🔥 Versatile by @/late-to-the-party-81
🔥 Masturbation by @makethatelevenrings
💧💗 I’ve got time, I’ve got love by @/rodrikstark
💗 hayride by @/rodrikstark
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Augustus Pugliese
💗 augustus pugliese x gn!reader by @/rodrikstark
💗 Overdressed by by @/rodrikstark
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Matt Murdock
🔥 Boys In Bed With Books (MM) by @/jobean12-blog
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Ari Levinson
💗 Air by @/maladaptivexxdaydreaming
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Lloyd Hansen
💧💗🔥 You Were The One (series) by @georgiapeach30513
💗🔥 Pumpkin Carving Drabble by @buckyscombatboots
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Andy Barber
😈🔥 Discipline Me by @/maladaptivexxdaydreaming
🔥 Sleepy Sex by @worksby-d
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Frank Adler
💗 Slice of Life by @/fluffycutecevans
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Ransom Drysdale
💧💗 Misreaders by @royalsweetteaa
💧💗 Sweet Red Velvet by @/royalsweetteaa
💗 holidays by @/rodrikstark
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Nick Fowler
🔥 Anew by @sidepartskinnyjeans
🔥 Eyes Filled With Stars by @/traitorjoelite
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Selina Kyle
💗 Tattoo Shop AU by @/fluffyprettykitty
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fortheloveoffanfic · 2 years
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Chris Evans (Characters) Masterlist
Frank Adler
Old Habits: Series (completed). Three years after she left Frank and Mary behind, Y/n returns to Florida for the wedding of mutual friends, what ensues may prove that like old habits, some feelings just don’t die. Warnings- Angst, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of infidelity Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Epilogue
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Ransom Drysdale
Just Like Love: Dark!AU. Series (ongoing). For going on one year, Y/n has served as Ransom's maid, though, as the pair seek to discover each other's dark secrets and well maintained facades unravel, the real reasons for Y/n's continued employment comes to light. Warnings- Stalking, manipulation, kidnapping, SMUT, dub-con Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2
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Andy Barber
New Beginnings Series: A series of oneshots and drabbles chronicling Andy and Y/n's life together.
The Express Lane: Andy's weekly run to a local convenience store gets a little more interesting when he meets someone new. Moving Day: A big step in Andy and Y/n's relationship dredges up painful feelings......and an impromptu proposal. Bedtime: Andy takes care of his drunk fiancee after a girl's night out, but she doesn't make it easy
Exile: Five years after their break-up, one person’s still reeling while the other’s moved on. Warnings: Angst
Unholy: To the rest of the world, Andy is a prosecutor with a stellar conviction rate and shining reputation as a family man, but there's a side of him that only Y/n knows exists Warnings: SMUT/NSFW, reader is a stripper/exotic dancer, mentions of pole dancing, implied sugar baby/sugar daddy, implied dom/sub, infidelity, oral sex (male receiving), light bondage, vaginal fingering, excessive use of obscene language, excessive alcohol consumption 
The Holiday Arrangement: Series (completed). When co-parenting during the holidays becomes difficult to navigate, Y/n brings a proposal to her ex-husband, Andy; spend Christmas together- for the sake of their daughter. Their already complicated arrangement becomes even more messy new memories dredge up buried feelings. Warnings- Angst, divorce, mentions of SMUT Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6
Sugar- Sugar daddy AU. Lonely one night, Andy joins Sugar, an app geared towards matching clients with high end escorts. Reluctant at first, he eventually meets Y/n, a young law student. What ensues is is a complicated arrangement that leads to more feelings that either of them bargained for. Warnings- SMUT, angst. (chapter by chapter warnings)
Prettier When You're Mine: Series (ongoing). One year into working with a young, bright and beautiful junior prosecutor, Y/n, who bears an almost uncanny resemblance to Andy’s late wife, Laurie, he finds himself developing feelings for her. Though, when she brushes off his advances, Andy proves that he’ll do whatever it takes to recreate his family. Disclaimer: 18+ This work contains dark themes, including stalking, dub-con, infidelity and manipulation. Read at your own discretion. Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Playlist
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