so. please consider: Kƶnig is a prince (yeah we arenāt going full king this route, maybe he has an older brother or some complications having the throne to himself but either way he has some power just not all of it lol) and reader is part of a performing troupe that usually acts out plays outside of the castle. he goes out to watch them and becomes so desperate for her that he gets /her/ to perform as /him/ when the plays are about his heroic deeds or whatever.
i have had this idea stuck in my head for days and i just know you can bring it to life š©µ
the evil little Kƶnig in my head took over. no one look at me. š„©š°
prince!Kƶnig x fem reader.
content/warnings: 18+. minors do not interact. dubcon. mentions of adultery (not committed by reader or Kƶnig), corruption kink (virgin!Kƶnig), cunnilingus, light roleplay, scent & praise kink, smut (piv), reader is kind of evil here (Kƶnig still manages to be worse), allusions to abduction.
āYou are certainly lovelier than my wife, the Queen!ā
He had his sword drawn, not high enough to elicit panic, but just enough to know that yes, there was a very present threat. This could be a bloodbath in an instant. Speak another word ā he wonāt refrain. He feels his teeth grit, grating, ash in the mouth and in the air.
The actors are unaware where they are stood on stage, and the mass of bodies surrounding barely take note of their Prince. A phantom. Loathed thing that he has always been. More hated than even their lecherous, stupid king. Thereās only one thing heās good for and itās never been politics; thereās no need to garner up public appeal when your stage is a foreign field littered with blood and corpses.
Another insult to his poor mother and the city could be one too.
From a small wooden booth acting as a prop depiction of a brothel, steps a woman. Barefoot, bare flesh, the only thing she wears is a breast band and a loincloth of finely stitched lace. She isnāt a whore, not in truth, but she looks the part of the women his men rush to the second theyāve returned home. Ale and sex in abundance, and heās never had the focus for the latter after a round of the former.
He watches as she sways, draws her hand to her forehead and bats her lashes while her other trails up her thigh to the hem of the piece concealing her womanhood. She stops with a laugh, turns to the crowd with sparkling eyes and says, āYou lot should not cheer! The Queen surely deserves better than a womanizing fool!ā
Kƶnigās never been one for plays, how tactlessly they slander the royal family and make jest of current affairs. This troupe, thoughā¦ he thinks itās done in taste. Or maybe itās just her.
Even as the aging performer with his weathered face and messy gray beard acting the part of his father rushes to the pretty thing on stage and paws at her waist, Kƶnig can not tear his eyes away.
The scene reaches its end when the brothel is burned, enacting something horrible the king had done several springs ago. Bereaved, the woman returns to the stage and bares her breasts, monologuing so sweetly as she feigns tears for her fallen sisters.
Kƶnig swears to be nothing like his father but he still finds his trousers fitting more tightly at the sight, not foul enough to touch himself here, if ever at all. His heart aches with each fragile word spilled from those plush lips, and his cock demands further engagement with each gentle sway of her body and heave of her round tits.
His sword slots back into place at his hip when the scene comes to an end: the crowd a storm of laughter, the fire of the torches illuminating the street flickering, the actors dissipate behind the wooden stage, and all at once the play is over.
Tactless and impulsive, he thinks to thank her for not furthering the set-up for a joke, looks the part of a proper fool when he makes his way backstage where sheās sat wiping away carmine from her cheeks. The actressā eyes go wide and hazy when she catches sight of him towering over her, the cloth and mirror slipping from her hands to rest on the table.
Of course, she takes it as a warning, asks him if he would prefer they only act out the current affairsā the recent siege of the southern kingdom, maybe? Or a story about the harvest festival? The gods or beasts? Anything she can sputter out to the man she easily recognizes as being the Prince.
Kƶnig only finds himself further endeared when she dips her head as if ashamed and moves to conceal the bare skin of her stomach as though it would be insulting to see her in such a state of undress.
He excitedly tells her about the siege, of how he slaughtered those treasonous men and so valiantly brought their women and children to the capital to live much more honest lives, boasting while she looks on in acute, wonderous horror. Thatās what he chooses, even pulls his hood from his face and drops it into her lap when he tells her she has to play his part.
The actress explains to him, docile and sweet, that sheās never played a male role and certainly lacks the stature to accurately represent him of all people. To which, he laughs, bids her a farewell with a flick of his wrist and wanders back out into the cobblestone and muck to finish up his patrol of the city.
A fortnight later, she returns to the stage in hastily put on armors, his veil hanging proudly about her head, a wooden sword clasped tightly in her hands. The crowd watching laughs at her expense as she tries in earnest to perfect the way she imagined his sword must have danced during that siege. The male actors fall with each tap of the weaponās tip, and her voice takes on a forced, deeper tone when she speaks her praises to the kingdom sheās pilfered glory for.
Kƶnig only sees fire, not in the flames of torches but lain out before him, a heat that courses from the picture of this beautiful little doe on stage straight down to simmer in his chest, his stomach. Sheās so cute, pretending and doing her best just to appease him that he finds himself backstage again once the play concludes.
Itās just to talk, to congratulate her on a wonderful performance. He even presents a hefty sack of gold coins to her when she returns his veil, and she marvels at the donation, takes each piece and turns it in her fingers for a time before setting the little bag on the table.
Her brow scrunches for a moment before she settles on offering her hand out to him, fingertips ghosting over his upper thigh, loitering on the armor shell protecting him and drifting further up until he takes her hand and interlocks their fingers. Surely then, the actress comes to realize that her prince is as pure as the sisters in their temples.
She breathes out a laugh and shakes her head.
āI mean to pleasure you, my Prince,ā she says, less meek now and more insisting. Her hand draws back to remove the prop armor from her body, eyes never leaving his own.
Though he considers the womanās offer heavily, pulse stampeding and heart aching, he does eventually will himself to voice a weak refusal.
Never does he keep himself holed away from her for long, even after; Kƶnig returns for each play whilst his men go about patrolling the city for prowlers and thieves. He watches each performance and continuously seeks her out backstage after. They talk each time, with him offering his suggestions and her clamoring for excuses as to why, no, she isnāt fit to play his role for another fight or some drab court meeting.
Finally, the same song and dance proves too much.
This night, there is no play and Kƶnig still finds himself in the room cluttered with set pieces and props. The other actors have gone about seeking their own affairs for the evening; bedsides to coax comfort from or mugs of ale and bowls of bone to drown themselves in whilst gambling away the coins the hungering crowd has thrown their way.
She sits with him, perched up on her little table wearing nothing at all. Her skin is lit aglow by candlelight, the incense burning bathing all in the welcoming, warm comfort of lavender and rosemary. Thereās ash in his chest again when he finds himself at her side, already aching with a want that should not exist, one that he would deny in full with bared teeth and blurry vision.
Only, she doesnāt prompt him with questions when her palms splay flat at the chest of his tunic, just grins like a wolf given a fat leg of mutton when she feels him begin to tense. She assures him that sheās only teaching him to act after demanding that he kneel, catches his jaw atop her hand and guides his face between her thighs where he then pants and groans at the foreign, enticing scent.
It awakens something in him, something bathed out and buried in blood, the very same that courses through his veins like a violent river now. A feral look and an iron grip on her hips that would leave bruises is all she gets. All until she hisses out the words, āI am your princess and you will do as I ask.ā
The first lick is hesitant, clumsy, his stubble grazed over her most sensitive parts as he slips his tongue across the smoothness of her slit. He doesnāt have an idea of what heās doing, only enacting the vile things heās heard men about the castle speak of, how to properly take a woman apart and push her to not only want, but to need.
Mostly, sheās unimpressed.
When he gathers her taste on his tongue, he becomes a man possessed, ripped away from duty and sovereignty and brought down to the lowness of mere swine. He groans into her cunt, laps and suckles at anything his tongue and lips can touch, savors the sight, dewy and swollen when he presses a kiss to the bud that finally does get her to purr.
āSweet boy..,ā she coos to him when her hands find his hair, petting him so gently as he continues to lap at her clit. āYouāre taking such good care of your princess, yes?ā
His mind blanks entirely, driven forward with a renewed, feverish vigor as he dismantles her wholly with a drooling mouth and an unrelenting stare. Rationality should have pulled him away before it ever got to this point; sheās a peasant, and he canāt run amok fathering bastards and condemning himself to Hell for a simple woman. But thatās all beaten back by her taste, the way she writhes in his hold, keeps whispering her praises and lacing those soft fingers through his hairā¦ no amount of devils or men could pry him from her cunt.
Only she does when her voice comes in a pant and her grip tightens to pull him back. The table, his face, all sticky and wet with what must have been her very essence, drawn out by a man lacking experience but so unknowingly eager.
āTake off your clothes,ā comes her next demand, one he obliges with a great hesitance.
The tunic is pulled away with shaking hands, the tie of his trousers next. He mutters a curse below his breath when his cock springs free, so erect and angry it looks painful. The tip drools just as much as that fluttering heaven between her legs, pearly beads of preejaculate leaking down to stain the fabric and further condemn him to this impromptu fate.
He jerks when she wraps her hand around him there, whines when she leans forward to kiss its head.
āI canātā¦ā His voice sounds weak to his own ears, pathetic and miserable as he makes a mock attempt at prying her away with a gentle press to her shoulder. āMy princessā¦ we should not.ā
Heās almost certain sheās a devil herself sent to exact some punishment upon him when her lips curl up into a grin and she lies back with her knees drawn to her chest. She speaks such words to him then that he would not dare to ever repeat, songs only the unknown could sing. An angel, perhaps, when she slips a finger into herself to demonstrate to him just what should be doneā¦ there, with panting breaths and whispers of heaven.
And finally, when his cock throbs and kicks at the sight, all resolve is entirely lost. He positions himself over her where she guides the tip of his manhood to her slit, praises his size when his hips give an involuntary twitch and he slightly dips into her, sampling her warmth and the resistance from something so thick pressing into her.
His world crumbles at the sensation, cobblestone replaced by the raging heat of brimstone and an obscene lust that clouds his mind and leads him to spear her open to his hilt.
He finds holiness in their union, bites back a roar when her walls tremble around him. She only laughs when his teeth find her shoulder, only sings more hymns into his ear as he fucks into her cunt at a reckless, brutal pace. The words donāt register, far-away and distant amidst the roaring tide of sensation. Sheās so tight, so wet and yearning, quivering beneath him and clawing down his back.
āWe shouldnāt, hm?,ā she whispers in his ear, teeth grazing the lobe. His strokes become even sloppier, each thrust stuttered and heady when the sound of her voice pulls through the haze of bliss. āMy sweet boy is so good at this, thoughā¦ā
His voice is nearly a wail when he loses himself fully then. He holds the back of her thighs, fucks himself through an orgasm that leaves his head spinning and his body shaking as though heās come down with some wretched fever. And perhaps he is ill, because he canāt bring himself to think of anything more than the divine rapture of stuffing his seed into the warmth of her pussy, canāt bring himself to pull his cock out of her even when he begins to soften.
His face is buried against her neck, professing his endless love as he breathes her in and ruts into her over and over until his cock is once again stiffened and drooling inside of the very cunt he would die to keep.
Surely, when her troupe begins to pack to drift further out into the kingdom for their performances to be seenā¦ he could accuse them of slander, have the old man playing the part of the lecherous king executed, the others thrown into rat-infested cells, and the little princess tethered to his bed to warm his heart and his cock.
He will kiss away her tears, tell her that all could be forgiven if she would only let him make an honest woman of her.
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Dark!Frankie Saga: VII
Chapter Seven: Bring It Home
Pairing: Dark!Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader
Summary:
Boston. The Frontiersmen is a crime syndicate that deals in drugs, arms, and anything else they can to keep themselves on top. Since the original ring leader, Tom, was allegedly taken out by a rival gang, it's now run by Big Fish, with Pope second in command. Ironhead runs the numbers and Benny is the muscle. Your family member put you down as collateral when they needed credit to score more smack. Problem is, they can't pay it back, and Big Fish & the Frontiersmen always get their payment...
Rating:Ā Explicit 18+ (MDNI)
Chapter Word Count: 3,740
Content Warning: angst, threats of violence, crime, snark, Major Character Death, stabbing, violence, betrayal, kissing
Author's Notes:
Y'all, I know you had big dreams for this chapter... and I thank you for your patience. Please don't hate me š„ŗ
The biggest, juiciest, wettest thank you to @neverwheremoonchild for being the Beta Fish for Big Fish (get it? Beta'ing the story about Big Fi-... okay, you got it). Thank you, Nevy! šš„©š
thank you to the following for being supportive good eggs & sounding boards: @theywhowriteandknowthings @toxicanonymity @xdaddysprincessxx @thehalflifeofloveisforever @rebel-held @gracieispunk
And this is not the Chubby!Frankie we know and love in the Catfish & the Mouse universe; he's dark, mean, and hungry. I'll be updating this each week (Monday/Tuesday) until you lose interest or I finish it - let's see what happens first! when i feel like itš
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From the time Frankie pulled you onto his lap at the bowling alley to when he stood with you at your bedroom door, you felt like you were in a dream. A beautiful, hazy dream that you were pretty sure was going to end with him fucking you in your bed.
āYou did good tonight, Honey.ā, Frankie said sweetly, cupping your jaw and cheek in his big hand.
You couldnāt help but stare back, falling further for him through his deep, brown eyes. He but the softness in his gaze hardened as he sucked in a breath and released your face, stepping back. He broke the connection with you and looked away. He cleared his throat and nodded towards your door, leaving you feeling cold and confused. What did you do wrong?
āNight, baby girl...ā, he mumbled as he turned, heading towards the lounge.
You opened your mouth to say something to him, but all you could do was feel your body react to the lack of his touch and your cheeks burn from the rogue tears that fell. You were alone in the hallway, and you didnāt know why.
*****
Pope had been outside in the shadows, trying to remain inconspicuous while on his phone, when the blacked-out SUV pulled up at the front doors.
āYes, I know!... fuck you... Iāll call you back...ā, he hissed quietly into his phone before ending the call and focused on the two of you returning.
He watched as Frankie got out of the SUV, holding his hand out to you, and saw the stupid look on Frankieās face as he helped you down from the vehicle. Pope shook his head and rolled his eyes, watching Frankie pull you in for a disgustingly sweet kiss before he tugged you into the building.
He scoffed as he brought his phone back up to call his contact back, a message popped up on the screen.
Steven is done. Now what?
Pope grinned as his deviously sadistic mindās wheels turned; he pocketed his phone and walked into the building.
*****
Frankieās heart was beating fast as he walked away from you, and his palms were sweating as he clenched his fists. He didnāt stop until he was standing in his office, shakily sucking in his breaths, and he allowed himself to think about what had just happened. It was one thing for him to go down on you in the bowling alley and hold you as your body came back down ā he was still in control. But looking in your eyes as you looked back at him, seeing the same thing he felt staring right back told him he was no longer holding the reigns in this, and it terrified him to his core. He felt like you could see who he really was under his harsh and mean exterior; under it all he was just the former drug addict who battled his demons daily to keep himself upright; just the man who made himself bigger so he could be respected, because no one was going to respect a scrawny junkie. And if you did see it, why did you still want him at all? Did you see weakness? Did you know that just asking him for a kiss would make him weak in the knees? Why did he allow you to get under his skin?
He was finally broken from his trance when the door to the office opened behind him. Frankie whirled around and found himself facing Pope.
āFish... you got a sec?ā, Pope asked, cautiously approaching him, with a judgmental eyebrow raised. When Frankie nodded, trying to shake the weakness of you from his mind, Pope nodded back in kind.
āWhat dāyou need?ā, Frankie said coolly as he made his way around his desk and sat down heavily on his chair.
Pope walked up to the desk and leaned heavily on, deciding not to tell Frankie that he saw him come back with you, and how he saw the look on his face and knew what it meant. He instead decided to set in motion what he hoped would be the last thing he needed to.
āI got a message... from one of the grunts under Will... he was making the rounds and checking in on people that owe us...ā, he said quietly, trying to sound nervous about what he was going to say. āand, he - uhā¦ā,
āFuckinā spit it out, Pope.ā, Frankie groaned after a deep sigh, rubbing his eyes.
āHe went to Stevenās...ā
āWho the fuck is that and why do I care?ā, he growled, not looking up at him. āGet to the fuckinā point!ā
āItās your girlās brother...ā
āWhat about him?ā
āHeās dead.ā
Frankie looked up at Pope, feeling his blood run cold.
*****
After being left on your own, you sat in your room, feeling the buzz from the beer slipping away and letting your thoughts drift towards more nefarious avenues. It hurt to know that no matter what happened, you would end up alone; your brother sold you out for more drugs, Benny hated and abandoned you, Will threw you into the lionās den, and Frankie didnāt want you beyond getting what he could from you. And Pope... you knew what Pope wanted and it made your skin crawl.
The tears that youād cried had mixed with your make up had dried on your face, leaving your skin feeling itchy and tacky. You needed to clean yourself up and give yourself some comfort, even if it was small. You stepped into the shower and tried to wash away your sadness.
After drying off and getting into your pajamas, you once again sat in your room alone. The weight of solitude was heavy on you, so much so, you could barely stand it. All you could do was pick up your Kindle and try to distract yourself until you fell asleep.
*****
Benny sat back and watched the other guys play a round of foosball. Theyād invited him to join but heād waved them off. Heād wanted to sulk and be angry with no interference; he couldnāt get your face out of his head from the last time heād seen you the night before, and Frankieās words to him sounded off like a fire alarm in his skull: Sheās not here for you. Stick your dick in literally anything else, but that is mine.
Heād replayed your last interaction with him over and over in his mind over the past 24 hours, building up more rage and fury over how stupid you were being. He didnāt want you for himself; he wanted something better for you. Thereās no way Frankie could offer you what you deserve. Fuck, no one in this fucking building could. He sneered as he shook his head, anger rising further each time Frankieās words bleated in his brain and deafened the rest of his thoughts. Frankie told him to fuck anything like you werenāt even a person. You were just part of the wide scope of anything, like an object he could own and devour like he did everything else he wanted.
Will watched Benny silently from across the room. He saw his brother furiously twisting his hands and clenching his jaw; saw the vein in his forehead pop out as his face turned red with rage. Will knew he was at fault for this; he knew Benny had a soft spot for vulnerable people, especially women. He knew Frankie was wrong about how Benny felt, but he wasnāt willing to correct him and confirm that Benny wanted to fuck her as much as Frankie wanted to diet. But the powder keg that was hitting a critical point across the room in his brother was far more worrisome than heād accounted for, given even a day going by hadnāt managed to dampen his rage. Benny could be a dangerous man, given the right mindset, and he wasn't afraid of violence or being violent. It was the reason he was so valuable to the Frontiersmen - he wasnāt afraid of getting his hands dirty for the right cause, and Will worried that you were becoming the right reason for Benny to unleash that terrible dog in him at Frankie.
As Will decided it was in everyoneās best interest to try and quell the fire, Pope walked in with a smug grin aimed directly at his brother, and Will felt like he was about to watch a train derail.
āWhatās with the long face, fucker?ā, Pope crooned sadistically as he sauntered towards Benny.
āFuck off, Pope.ā, he growled in response, his eyes glaring up at the smiling man.
Ā Will saw the determined, toothy smile breakout over Popeās face as he squatted down in front of Benny.
āWhatās the matter, baby Benny?ā, Pope mockingly cooed, amusement bleeding from his tone. āYou mad that Fish is cockblocking you from that sweet little puss ā ā
Bennyās hand jutting out and gripping Popeās throat stopped him from finishing his sentence. He stood up, pulling Pope into a standing position as he stared wide eyed and clawed at Bennyās arm and wrist, gasping and choking.
āShut. The. Fuck. Up.ā, Benny snarled, pulling Popeās face close to his.
Will ran up beside Benny and gripped his shoulder, shaking him. āBenny! Dropāim!ā
He yanked Bennyās arm back and Pope collapsed on the floor, gasping and coughing.
āGET YOUR FUCKINā HANDS OFF ME!ā, Benny roared as Willās arms wrapped around him form behind and pulled him back.
āFuck you, Pope! Fuck you 'n fuck your fuckinļæ½ļæ½ļæ½ smug mouth!ā, Benny screamed at him as Will continued to restrain him. āFUCK, WILL! LET ME THE FUCK GO! Iāll FUCKINā KILL YOU!ā
Will knew Benny didnāt mean it. Sure, heād probably take a swing and hit him ā heād done it before. But beyond that, he knew it was Bennyās rage talking.
Pope shakily looked up at Benny and offered him a cruel smile. Benny saw red; that fucker fueled his blinding rage, and he threw Will off him, storming out of the rec room.
āDonāt move, Pope!ā, Will yelled, pointing his finger at him as he turned and ran out after Benny.
Pope smiled, watching him leave after his brother, seeing a brand-new opportunity. Fortune favours the braveā¦
*****
Benny was on a rampage. Like a rabid bear, he stalked the hallways, making a beeline to the barracks. Heād walked right past Frankieās office, not even considering stopping there first to tear into him over what he was doing. Will quickly caught up to him, yelling for him to stop.
Frankie sat in his office chair. He heard heavy footsteps coming towards the door and he looked up, but they moved past.Ā He thought nothing of it until he heard Will.
āBen! Stop!... Stop 'n take a fuckinā breather, man!ā
āFUCK YOU AND FUCK POPE AND FUCK FISH AND FUCK THAT STUPID BITCH!ā
āYouāre not thinkinā this through! You donāt wanna hurt her, Ben! BENNY!ā
Willās panicked voice caught Frankieās attention and he stood up, listening to the sounds move further down the hallway. He knew not to get in Bennyās way when he was mad, but he was heading towards you and the idea of Benny being in this foul of a mood and even Will wasnāt able to placate him didnāt sit well with him.
Benny threw the doors to the Barracks open and screamed your name. Even being in a separate area, the volume at which he called you made you jump. You dropped your Kindle on the bed and moved cautiously to your door. You clicked the flimsy lock on the doorknob, and you jumped heard the door to the hallway slam against the wall from how hard it was flung open.
Your heart was beating deafeningly loud in your ears, and you backed away from the door as the thumping footsteps got closer and your doorknob jiggled.
Just as soon as you were mentally thanking what every deity was listening for that lock, the door was kicked open and there was Benny. Breathing hard, his face twisted in a snarl and his fists clenched.
You looked up at him, not sure what he was going to do. āBenny... wha - ā
āYou're so fuckinā dumb!ā, he yelled, stomping towards you and cutting you off. āYouāre fuckinā smarter than this!ā
He stood over you, his hot furious breaths fanning over your face. You tried to back away, but he grabbed at your arm.
āDonāt fuckinā move!ā, he yelled in your face, his hold on you tightening.
You yelped and tried to pull away from his grip. He shoved you back, sending you to the floor. Shock gave way to fear and anger as he stalked towards you, and you scrambled back into a standing position.
āJust fuckinā stay down, you- ā
āWhat do you want from me?!ā, you cut him off, yelling in a cracked voice as tears welled up in your eyes.
His eyes narrowed at you and his scowl set further in his face. āI want you to smarten the fuck up! I want you to stop beinā a dumb bitch!ā
You angrily wiped at the tear that fell down your cheek, and, for a brief moment, Bennyās eyes looked at you almost horrified at what was happening. Your face contorted with a frown, and you pushed him with all your strength, making him take a small step back to keep his balance.
Neither of you knew that Will was in the hallway watching this unfold, not sure how to intervene, and his focus was torn away from you both as Frankie walked into the hallway and stood next to Will, ready to jump in.
āWhat is your problem?!ā, you screamed at him.
His menacing glare returned, and he stepped up to you, challenging you.
āMy fuckinā problem is youāre not thinkinā with your goddamned brain!ā, he bellowed. āMy problem is youāre thinkinā with your pussy like a fuckinā whore- ā
Before you could register your actions, your hand harshly made contact with his face; you slapped him hard.
The room fell silent, and Bennyās head snapped back to you, all fury gone. What was left was the look of hurt and disappointment, and you werenāt sure who it was directed at ā you or himself. Will rushed in and grabbed Benny, hauling him back. Bennyās eyes didnāt leave yours until Will had dragged him out of the room, cursing at him for his temper.
And once again, you were alone. Your chin quivered and your body trembled as the rage dissipated from your system, replaced with shame and remorse. What did you do?
Before you could collapse under the weight of your actions, Frankie stepped into the doorway.
You raised your eyes to him and held back a sob as you shook your head, silently saying please ā I canāt handle any more.
āBaby girl...ā, he spoke softly as he walked slowly towards you and pulled you into his arms. You tried pushing him back, but he gently used his strength against you, holding you in his embrace. His gentleness after the harsh intensity of what youād just experienced with Benny broke you, and you let out a heavy sob that wracked your body. His large hand held your head against his chest and he murmured softly, trying to soothe you.
āIām so sorry, baby girl... come on, Honey... calm down... heās gone... I know, baby... I know... heās gone now... Iām sorry... he doesnāt know his ass from a hole in the ground, baby... he doesnāt know what he's talkinā about...ā
āStop... just stop!ā, you squirmed out of his hold and stood back from him. You furiously wiped your face again and shook your head. āHeās right! Heās right about everyth - ā
āNo, baby girl... no, heās not!ā, Frankie pleaded, holding his hand out to you, beckoning you to come to him.
It made you angrier, his actions seemingly still trying to train you to be his good little bitch, coming when he calls. You shook your head, rage taking over. āIām not a fucking dog! You donāt order me around like one!ā
His voice was so soft. āBaby... Honey, please...ā
āNo! Mr. fucking Morales! Heās right - Iām just another one of your dumb whores that you can throw away! Iām no better than that bitch you had on your lap at the bowling alley! You just keep me like a pet and bring me out when you need a fuckinā fix! You donāt want me - no one does!ā
You didnāt realize you were screaming at him and walking towards him.Ā Frankieās hands were held up, trying to calm you. His eyes were wide and pleading, his mouth was open and frowning, as he shook his head.
āBaby girlā¦ shhhhhā¦ noā¦ no, Honeyā¦ā, he shook his head, and cooed, moving towards you again. āNo, Honeyā¦ you got it all wrongā¦ā
āDonātā¦ā, you warned as you stepped back, glaring up at him. To Frankie, you must have looked like a cornered, feral cat, fueled by rage and fear.
You didnāt intimidate him. He reached out and cupped your cheek, as heād done countless times before, but this time you pulled out of his grasp.
You didnāt scare him. But he needed your softness back; this harsh and jaded version of you hurt him in ways he didnāt know he could be wounded. His heart ached as his other arm wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you into him again. He smoothed his hand over your jaw, his thumb gently caressing your lips. You tried, albeit half-heartedly, to get away, but he saw the softness slipping back into your eyes.
You didnāt deter him. āDonāt push me away, baby girlā¦ā, he said softly, bringing his face close. He ghosted his lips over yours. āI want you hereā¦ with me.ā
He pressed his lips gently against yours. Your resolve to fight dissolved and you wrapped your arms around his neck, grasping for more contact with him. Opening your mouth to deepen the kiss, he followed suit, slipping his tongue against yours. You were both desperate. Yes, youād fooled around in a bowling alley, but this was something that wasnāt scratching an itch or a power play; this was the two of you finally, without words, admitting that you needed one another on a baser, more human level.
Frankie pulled back first, breathing heavily and his eyes scanned yours, asking silently for more. You nodded, and with that, he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of your room and into his.
*****
After his run in with Benny and making sure his windpipe wasnāt crushed, Pope was back outside around the building in an alleyway. Hidden in the shadows, the only sign of his presence was his phone screen lighting up his face.
As he searched through images confirming Stevenās demise, a call came through. He answered it quietly, keeping his voice low but harsh.
āI need more time - ā¦ no, you donāt understand, he - ... I know that was the deal, but you gotta hear me out- ā¦ I canāt justā¦ I know it has to look like an accide-ā¦ I tried! The fuckinā little brotherā¦ Yeahā¦ fuck, noā¦ Noā¦ I know, but I ca-ā¦ fuck. Okayā¦ I understandā¦ Yes! Fuck! I got it!ā
Will watched from the far end of the building. Popeās voice, although quiet, carried, and Willās mind raced, putting piece by piece together, not quite being able to wrap his mind around what he was hearing. He didnāt know what he was up to, but he knew he didnāt like it.
He watched as Pope hung up and stopped himself from throwing his phone against the wall, and he clenched his fists and teeth. Will moved on his feet, causing the gravel to shift and crunch under him.
āWhat do you want, Will?ā
He stopped, feeling his body tense at Popeās recognizing his presence, even in the dark.
āWho you talkinā to, man?ā, he asked. Will tried to keep no discernable emotion or feeling in his tone, trying to keep Pope off his anxious scent.
āNo oneā¦ one of the grunts fucked upā¦ just tryinā to set them straight.ā
Will hmmād in acknowledgement; he knew it was a lie and he knew Pope wouldnāt be convinced that he believed him, but he knew saying anything more would probably drive more suspicion.
āIāll ask again, Willā¦ what do you want?ā
Will moved closer to Pope, trying to keep his voice down when he spoke.
āYou gotta stop rilinā Benny up. I know you think itās funny, but heās gonna really fuck someone up and we donāt need that.ā
āFuck you, Willā¦ what are you, his keeper? His fuckinā nanny?ā
āIām the last thing keepinā him from killinā someoneā¦ If wasnāt there tonight, you think you wouldāa made it?ā
āSo, what youāre saying its youāre the one keeping a leash on him?ā
Even in the dark, Will knew Pope was facing him. He could feel the breath on his face. He was close ā too close.
āIf you werenāt around, no one could stop him?ā
āJesus, manā¦ You know heās got a fuckinā temper... he needs someone to hold him back.ā
āYeah, he does have a temper.ā
āThen stop pushinā him! Stop antagonizinā him!ā, Will pleaded. He heard Pope huff a laugh.
āYouāre in his fucking way, Will.ā
Will heard the smile in Popeās voice, and his blood ran cold.
āThe fuck is that supposedāta mean?ā
Pope got close to Will and grabbed the back of his neck and held his face to his.
āYouāre in my fucking way.ā
Will felt a sharp sting in his stomach, and then warmth. Wet, hot warmth on the skin of his abdomen. The sharp sting erupted into searing pain, and he sucked in a ragged breath as his head spun.
āSantiā¦ wha- donātā¦.ā
āFuck you, Will.ā, Pope huskily whispered, ripping the knife out of Willās gut. āThis is on you. You wouldnāt let him just...ā
āSan-Santi? Pope? ā¦ why?ā Will gasped, stepping back and clutching his middle. He stared up at Pope, wide eyed and trembling as he fell against the wall behind him and slid down to the ground. A tear slipped down his face as he watched his friend ā his murderer ā turn and walk away, leaving him alone in the alley to slip away into the inky darkness.
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ā¢ please read this post first for context to some terms used š ā¢
ā Ā”esther! - our most common host, phoenix and the oldest member, though in quite young stage currently. we believe esther is in her final rebirth on earth - š® - [original]
ā Ā”regina! - a lovable little egoist, a princess, doesnt really come out more than once a year - š - [fictive]
ā Ā”šŗ! - we are 99.999% sure he's an actual demon possessing us; our protector, appeared around the bodily age of 12 after we made a joking comment to our friend that was basically "I wouldn't mind being possessed if they dont hurt me and my loved ones", so very lovely in the angriest sense, did amazing things for our self-esteem; he will remain unnamed on the internet - šŗ - [original(?)]
ā Ā”nancy! - caregiver, soother and healer, focused on the littles, very sweet and gentle, "nonni" - š± - [original]
ā Ā”hannah! - amnesitraumian traumaholder, very childish but actually a teenager, sometimes steps in as a soother/caregiver, kidcore+pink - š - [original]
ā Ā”hazel! - alter of hannah's, mirror version (i.e.: a tween but way more mature than that) , exact same roles, cottagecore+orange - š¦ - [original]
ā Ā”spade! - what even is going on? a traumaholder we think, might be one of the dead hosts merged with an alter of null's - ā - [original]
ā Ā”essie! - alter and a little version of esther, most common little to ever come out - š§ø - [original]
ā Ā”š! - we know next to nothing other than the fact that this headmate operates on the hospital layer, probably a gatekeeper and a creature carer who primarily takes care of šŗ, might be an alter of š©¹, - š- [original]
ā Ā”š©¹! - works with š, a creature carer and a soother, šŗ's main caretaker - š©¹ - [fictive]
ā Ā”š¦“! - a traumaholder little, we will not say her name online to make sure she is fully safe - š¦“ - [original]
ā Ā”spooky! - loves all the things creepy, operates only on the carnival layer and fronts rarely, very likely an alter of spade, a very hazy entity - š - [original]
ā Ā”batty! - a little alter of spooky, possibly a traumaholder - š¦ - [original]
ā Ā”ferret! - newly discovered, unknown roles, troublemaker but never gets caught so its okay - š¦Ø - [original]
ā Ā”frankie! - an alter of ferret's and their sidekick, one of our only two animalistic headmates (he is a white ferret), the other one being šŗ - š¦¦ - [original]
ā Ā”carnage! - possibly an alter of Carmina's, very calm but very solitary, fronts once in a blue moon, traumaholder and protector (isolates us to protect) - š” - [original]
ā Ā”carmina! - angerholder and protector, sometimes tries to soothe, destructive, possibly carnage's alter, basically a madoka magica doppel - š„© - [original]
ā Ā”šŖ! - prosecutor, in the limbo layer, not allowed to enter the inner or outer world due to past actions - will not be signing anything ever - [original]
ā Ā”ocul! - possibly our own shared consciousness, knows everything about us, helps out the entire system, more akin to a software than a creature, instigator, traumaholder, gatekeeper and others - š§æ - [original]
ā Ā”es! - traumaholder - š - [fictive] [source: alterego]
ā Ā”ether! - from "ethereal", virtual angel, idol, possibly also es' alter - ā - [original]
ā Ā”aino! - virtual assistant (think siri), works closely with ocul and cyber, might be a way more personified version of ocul, protector and soother - š - [original]
ā Ā”enma! - basically our spiritual leader, one of the most mature and compassionate headmates, soother, carer, creature carer and rational protector - š - [half original]
ā Ā”miss jenny! - teacher, carer and soother focused on the littles, holds our ideals - š¾ - [original]
ā Ā”cyber! - works closely with aino and ocul, might be half-android or just a person with a lot of extremely high tech they work with and invent, gatekeeper and middle link between the virtual and non-virtual headmates; they also work with the hospital layer - šø - [original]
ā Ā”hanelle/honey! - grown up mix alter of ether, hazel, enma and nurse, the only healed trauma holder, cottagecore+white, only one who has an inner headspace pet who isn't also a system member - šÆ - [original]
ā Ā”š„! - very unknown, teddycore - š„ - [original(?)]
ā Ā”eloise! - traumaholder, protector, grunge+ dark blue, fronts rarely, we are working up to her fronting in therapy as we believe it would be beneficial - š- [original]
ā Ā”š² & š³! - twins who only ever front together, their role in the system is unknown - š² + š³ - [original]
ā Ā”emilia! - unknown role, fronted like twice in our life, ocul says all she does is dance, possibly amnesitraimian traumaholder - š©° - [original]
ā Ā”agnes! - basically a yandere, anger holder, permanently lovesick, soft aesthetic - š - [original]
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š do you remember being infected with NH?
Yes. I remember most of it, at least. Now.. the moment I was infected, I have very fuzzy memories of, but I have since got the whole story.
I was going to break into OsCorp Tower because firstly, I was concerned about Heraās safety and nobody heard from her for a while.. and second, I was growing suspicious of her mother and I always knew she was behind the āunsolvedā murder of my first girlfriend, Gwen. I needed to get cold hard evidence so I could expose her for her crimes.
I remember sneaking around the Towers, trying to gather evidence and whatnot until I ended up running into a rather sickly looking Hera stumbling around, in a trance. I go up to her, but sheā¦ she scurried off, a lot faster than I thought she could. I gave chase, until I ran into this dark corridor. As I looked around for her, I think she turned into this monster version of herselfā¦ I donāt really remember what she looked like but I remember describing what bit me as a wild animal. Out of nowhere, she bit me on the wristā¦ and I started to feel violently ill and I passed out shortly after.
I wake up outside of the Tower, miles away. I was bleeding profusely. Iā¦ I was feeling really woozy. But I knew I couldnāt just leave that bite. Something felt off about itā¦ The bite had this weird prickling, itchy sensation that wouldnāt go away. I knew that wasnāt good so I hightailed it to the nearest hospital. They thought it was rabies at first but.. the tests came back negative. Still, they tried their best to clean it up. Butā¦ I still felt sick. My eyes hurt, I had awful headaches, felt hungry all the time, couldnāt sleep, and I felt justā¦ pissed off all the time. And that was before it really got bad.
I.. sort of remember when the symptoms started to go from bad to worse. I justā¦ remember being in the worst fucking mood imaginable. Everything was justā¦ annoying. I just wanted to make everyone around me shut the fuck up. I wanted to be left alone. But one nightā¦ when I was still being Spider-Woman, some poor guy managed to really get on my nerves. I donāt exactly remember what he said but I do remember being in such a blinding rage, everything he did made me want toā¦ well, rip open his jugular with my teeth. I tore my mask off and I justā¦ mauled the guy. And ate himā¦
Thatās kind of when all rationale was thrown out the window for me and I went into full on bite bite kill mode. All I wanted to do was eat and kill. I also liked to play games with my targets, liked to make traps for them to get caught in so I could eat themā¦ some managed to get away but ultimately they got infected with my biteā¦ I lost count of how many I did either of those things to. Every day blended into each other. It was just a red, hazy tunnel vision of rage and hunger for me. I felt like a wild animal most of the time. Everything looked like either a meal or a threat.
It wasā¦ really awful.
- š„©
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Friendos, it is time for the first installment of...
Theywhowriteandknowthings aka Knowy
@theywhowriteandknowthings was one of the first e-friendos I made on this site and has been a champion for me while I found my groove in my fic writing shoes. They were one of my first beta'ers for my works and offered super insightful & valuable input as well as their friendship. Their writing inspires me to keep pushing myself outside of the box and their encouragement makes it easy to do so!
Thank you, Knowy!
I-will-not-ask-you-where-you-came-from regards,
Beefro šš„©š
Here's my Top 5 of @theywhowriteandknowthings work:
First Time's the Charm - Javi Gutierrez
This is the first fic I read of Knowy's and It came at me right before the Birth of Beefro. I was still loitering under my original tumblr account at the time and I wasn't even remotely looking at writing. But this fic led me into a deep dive into the Peepaw FF world and I never looked back - I have a massive soft spot for this fic, as well as it is very saucy!
Rendezvous in Reno - Dieter Bravo
NOW THIS IS WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT. I have read this fic many a time and I enjoy it more and more each time [I got to beta it and MY FUCK! i felt truly blessed and highly favoured]. Jus everything - the reader is an erotica writer and Dieter is a fan, his fabulous underwear, his dirty mouth, and his ego... MY GOD HIS EGO! This one is fun and should NOT be read while you sit in the same room as your in-laws FYI.
Creep - CreepyNeighbour!Joel Miller
This right here is a work of art. I got to beta this work again and I was a naughty pigeon and did it at work. LET ME TELL Y'ALL - I WAS LEFT UNABLE TO PERFORM MY DUTIES AS REQUIRED AFTER READING THIS. I should have taken the rest of the day to lay down and think on my sins because GOD DAMN. 10 out of 10 beefs for Creep. š„©š„©š„©š„©š„©š„©š„©š„©š„©š„©
The Princess & The Duke - StepDad!Dave York
Okay, okay, okay... this is the oom papa mow mow of Dave York is your stepdad fics and I will fight anyone who opposes it. I love this series and the way Knowy has written Dave THE WAY HE DESERVED TO BEGIN WITH. I love the gentle badass he is in this and I hope reader's mom chokes on a carrot as she gives a 'Deep Throating 101' class at the local community collage.
SNAFU - Shifter!Frankie Morales
And my fav (even though I'm not ranking)! The one that started it all. This fic is not how I found them, but it is what made me want to get to know them and pick their delicious brain. It's a Frankie Fiend's wet dream and I had no idea how enraptured I could be with a Shifter Universe! I screamed into my pillow like a teenager and kicked my legs gleefully thinking about how Frankie shared his chicken wings with IQ. I will die on the hill that is marked:
KNOWY'S SNAFU IS BEST USE OF SHIFTER AU
This is an ongoing series and whether we get a new chapter soon or not, we will always have Bear!Pope memes. š»š
HONORABLE MENTIONS:
Murder Daddy Kinktober 2023 - Sex Pollen/Pheromones
Joel Miller x afab!Reader
Any & All Knowy's Miguel O'Hara fics
Miguel O'Hara x afab!Reader
Whole
Frankie Morales x afab!Reader x Santiago Garcia
Shore Leave
Frankie Morales x afab!Reader x Santiago Garcia
Taungsdays, Am I Right?
Din Djarin x afab!Reader
Hazy Days
Din Djarin x afab!Reader
Breaking the Rules
DBF!Joel Miller x afab!Reader
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Hallooo! 42 and 69 (heh) for the writer asks, please
Soft close drawer Pedro tax
Pedro Tax noted, Hemmy, and supremely appreciated! hi dave!
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moody
violet
soft-focus (IT'S ONE WORD FOR THIS ASK!)
rainstorm
hazy
Note: I have no idea what this question was asking so I did my best.
Yes. At least right now, I'm feeling a lot of what Mouse/Little Bird is feeling even if our circumstances are different.
In general? I think if I really get into the groove, the emotions the characters are feeling can leach through the keyboard and into me.
Thanks for the ask!
Sinfully yours in perpetuity,
Beefrošš„©š
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Hey beef!!
Just wanted to check in on you, friend. Hope you are doing well. šš
#12. what kind of day is it?
I am well, Jenna - thank you for asking!
What kind of a day is it? Well, itās sort of warm, hazy skiesā¦ itās a Saturdayā¦ so far, itās a good day.
No plans other than some family popping by.
I hope the same for you!
Yours in sin,
Beefrošš„©š
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