#(ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ғᴏʀ ʜᴀʀʙᴏʀ): Fʀᴀɴᴋ ♥ Kᴀʀᴇɴ || ɢᴏᴛᴅᴀᴍɴ. ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

[wardogsong]

// mini tag dump

[wardogsong]

Lucky number 9 (for funsies if you want!)

spin the wheel fucc the frank || no longer accepting

Oh he has had a pleasurable time learning Karen— learning her body, her likes, her dislikes and just how much she can take. Months now they've been doing this; living a secret life together in her midtown apartment, sneaking around Murdock and anyone else who would be troubled to know that the rumors of Frank's death are yet again great exaggerations. What do they know or understand of the needs and wants Frank and Karen fulfill for each other? Who are they to judge?

It isn't any of their business what they do when alone behind closed doors— though it occasionally becomes the business of her neighbors when neither doors nor walls nor even ceiling are thick enough to muffle the more intense sounds of their passion. Sometimes a body just needs a good hard reset and Frank knows how to give it to her now; knows just how to fuck her until she's ragdoll limp with pleasure and weak from it. More importantly, he knows to keep going; that she gets a thrill from the way he can just pick her up and move her at will as if she weighs nothing to him— that it excites her and quickens her all over again feeling herself used this way, held aloft midair and plunged into hungrily with little to no ability to do a damn thing about it.

Frank's learned how to guide her through and past the bittersweet pangs of overstimulation to that place where he can build her up one more time, one last time, before they are done. So he does. Draws her up against the wall of his body and holds her there, breathing in the scent of her hair care stirred up by the tossing of her head, groaning his own quickly cresting pleasure in her ear. He's so damn close himself, hips pumping wildly with his pent-up need, hands slippery with sweat and yet tight in their grip— on the move to play with her breasts, pinching at her nipples gently, tugging just a little. He listens for that tell-tale hiss of hers, feels her clench and flutter around his cock; plays her body until they're both riding the same wave of desperation, panting with it, their ears filled with the sounds of slick thrusts, wet snaps of flesh on flesh, and the creak of the floor beneath Frank's firmly planted feet.

"Fuck, Kar'... feel what y'do to me? Huh? Gonna make me come all in that pretty pussy of yours."

xx

[wardogsong]

Lou, Beth, Karen, Billy

You can only save one. Who would it be?

gray ghost the frank || accepting

( ᴠᴇʀsᴇ ): ɪ'ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴛᴇ.

"What's Bill need savin' from?" That isn't who he'd choose— not over Lou, not right now; deep as they're in it together... but he has to ask. Billy will always be a brother to him, in one way or another. If there's something he can do for him, even if it's just a head's up phone call, he'll do it. Lou on the other hand merited the constant shadow at her back, his scope trained on her even when she dismisses him. They've taken a bite out of someone together and there's no separating them while he remains a threat to either of them.

verdict: Lou.

(ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ғᴏʀ ʜᴀʀʙᴏʀ): Fʀᴀɴᴋ ♥ Kᴀʀᴇɴ || ɢᴏᴛᴅᴀᴍɴ. ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

"Nobody's gettin' to Karen. Not on my watch." It was one thing for him to use her as bait in a calculated game he was certain of winning. It was another for any danger to try and menace her. She didn't deserve it, even if she had momentarily associated with him— treated him like a human being. Those other names don't mean anything to him save one, and that one's plenty capable of taking care of themselves.

verdict: Karen

( ᴠᴇʀsᴇ ): ʙɪʀᴅs ᴏғ ᴀ ғᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴊᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ. ʙʟᴀᴄᴋʙɪʀᴅ & ʀᴀᴠᴇɴ

"Y'know, I hear tell even in here that one Karen Page of the Bulletin is real friendly with a certain devil. Rumor has it that crossing her is the same as summoning him— so I doubt anybody's losin' sleep over the safest lady in the city. Those other dames? Can't say I know 'em, but good luck to 'em. Better luck to whoever wants a piece'a Russo though, 'cause they're gonna have t'get through ME."

verdict: Billy

(ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ғᴏʀ ʜᴀʀʙᴏʀ): Fʀᴀɴᴋ ♥ Bᴇᴛʜ || ʙᴏᴅʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴇᴍ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏ

"Can't say I know a Lou— but I'd sure like t'see the guy tryin' to hold a gun on the other three. Karen and Bill are both packin' heat and will pump you full'a lead just for lookin' at 'em wrong. I don't even sneak up on Karen if I can help it, she's always got that .380 handy. So with everybody else handled, guess I'm sitting back to see just who's tryin' to get t'Beth. They can flip for either dancin' with me or Andy about it."

verdict: Beth