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[ghoulishhx]

I was thinking about this last night, imagine like tipsy reader comes home from a night out whatever. her and frank had weird tension for as long as they've known eachother, but they're close enough to where he can come over whenever he needs. she walks in to find him sat beaten up and bloody on her couch, and frank is aghast as he's never really seen her in anything like what she's wearing(possibly some pretty dress, whatever fits the vibes the best) maybe a sweet lil moment or more happens🤭

sorry if this seems like blabbering, i tried to make is cohesive😭

this request is just toooo CUTE. and noo don't worry about blabbering, i understood completely and i hope i delivered for you!!

18+ MDNI !!

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Pairing: Neighbour!Frank x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: fluff, a LOT of it, mutual pining, tipsy reader, injured frank, making out and sexual themes so MDNI please thank you, sweetheart frank, written with plus size reader in mind!, praise

Wordcount: 2k

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✦ friday i'm in love

You and your neighbour Frank have gotten into a routine, one you’ve come to adore and hold close to your heart. 

He comes over, you patch him up no questions asked, you feed him a home cooked meal and he helps where he can, fixing your appliances and building furniture for example. You truly love his presence, he grounds you from all the nonsense you go through when you’re not with him, always lending you an ear for your vents, offering advice (also offering to “sort out” the pricks at work giving you trouble.). There’s never really a moment you two are not together, the only things coming between you being your day jobs. You wouldn’t change this for the world.

It’s Friday night, and Frank is obviously beat up. Patrol on a Friday night was always a lot, compared to the rest of the weekdays. Drunk men causing havoc, committing crimes heavily under the influence always made the weekends more work for Frank. 

Tonight was just like any other night, as he stumbles home late at night, bloodied and bruised. He doesn't think twice before letting himself into your apartment with the spare key you gifted him. Entering your home, he notices the lack of lights. Strange, he thought to himself, you’re a night owl and never sleep before 2am. He’s always greeted by you rushing to the door to give him a hug, ushering him into the warmth of your abode. The lack of your greeting rings alarm bells through his head, and he doesn’t hesitate, reaching to his belt to pull out his sidearm, mind racing with thoughts that you were in danger. Flickering on his torch, he silently paces through the open planned room, his eyes gaze to the table where he finds a note.

“Gone out with some friends Frankie, I’ll be home about midnight. Dinner and beer are in the fridge xo”

His shoulders instantly drop, tension washing away as his eyes scan over the note, his breathing settles knowing you were okay and you were gonna be home soon. He moves to your fridge, finding tupperware with leftovers from your dinner you had presumably before you left, next to an ice cold beer, Frank’s favourite. He practically groans at the sight, wondering what he did in his past lives to deserve you here and now. Within a flash, he’s converted the food to a bowl, slammed that sucker in the microwave as he cracks open his beer. He is so comfortable existing within your space, your home feeling like his even when you’re not there. It pains him knowing he will have to leave tonight, just like it does every night. If he could have it his way, you would be by his side 24/7, holding you while you slept soundly in his arms, kissing the top of your head as he plays with your hair…

The click of the front door’s lock being turned pulls him from his thoughts of you, his breath hitches in his throat as he catches a glimpse at you. Fuck do you look gorgeous. Your hair is loosely curled, having dropped throughout the night of dancing and drinking. The dress you’re wearing has Frank in a chokehold. He’s convinced you would look stunning in nothing but a trash bag, but there’s something about the way the soft silk of your dress hugging your curves just right, accentuating the dips in your hips and the plush skin of your stomach (something you were really self conscious about before leaving your house tonight, but it's one of Frank’s favourite things about you.”, he can’t help but stare at your chest like a teenage boy. You had no idea how perfect you looked, no idea about the effect you were having on your neighbour.

“My eyes are up here, Frankie.” you giggle, slurring your words as you stumble into the room.

Frank can’t help but look away, sensing the blush creep up his neck due to you clocking him. You continue to giggle to yourself as you toss your purse onto the console cabinet next to the door, peeling your heels off and cursing at the blisters already beginning to form. The action of taking your shoes off causes you to tumble, however Frank manages to catch you in time, wrapping one of his strong arms around your waist, preventing you from falling on your ass.

“Mmm my hero.” you whisper in his ear as you wrap your arms around his neck, placing a hard kiss to the side of his face. He breathes in your smell, your vanilla perfume invades his nose, his favourite smell in the world, with a hint of liquor.

“Are you drunk, sweetheart?” he asks softly, such an obvious question but he couldn’t help from ask it.

“Maybee..” you laugh, grabbing his head with your hands and angling him to look at you. Your face twists with confusion as you notice all of the cuts and scrapes littered across his face.

“Frankie, you’re hurt. Why didn’t you say when I came in?”

“It’s not that bad darlin’, don't’ worry ‘m fine.” he says with his gruff tone, looking you dead in your eyes, the colour completely covered by your dilated pupils.

“Shush, c’mon let's get you cleared up.” you raise to your feet, smoothening your dress and reaching your hand out to help him up. Seeing him injured sobered you up a lot, however he raises an eyebrow at you, as if to say are you sure you’re not too drunk.

“Don’t give me that grumpy look Frankie, I’m not that drunk, just a little tipsy. I won’t stab you, swear.” you’re still holding his hand, the realisation makes you drop it instantly as you turn away to avoid showing him how flustered you were from such a simple touch.

“Ya better not doll, not lettin’ ya get rid of me that easily.” he chuckles darkly as he looks you up and down, making his way to the bathroom and pulling out the fold up chair you keep in there for this very situation. You join him in the cool tiled room, but before you did anything you had to take your makeup off, it had been on too long and it was borderline overstimulating. You pull your makeup remover wipes from the cabinet under the sink, pulling one out as you wipe it across your face, smearing makeup everywhere as you clean yourself.

Frank watched in awe as you did such a simple mundane task in front of him, surprised at how aroused he was just from watching you wipe your face. He can’t take your eyes off you, you were addicting. Frank would happily watch you do anything, being as enthralled with you as he was.

“What are you looking at Frank?” you question, feeling his eyes stare holes into the side of your face.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful sweetheart.” he whispers, surprised at his own admission. He was too transfixed on your movements to stop himself from thinking before he spoke. You giggle brings him back to earth as he clears his throat, as if to pass it off as a cough.

“You think I’m beautiful?” you softly speak, turning to fully face him now, makeup pretty much fully removed as you lean on the counter. Your eyes meet and the air in the room feels much thicker than before, electricity coursing through the space as you look intently into one another’s eyes. 

“Think? I know darlin’, most damn beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” he mumbles, wetting his lips with his tongue as he takes your form in for the millionth time tonight.

Your breathing intensifies, your stomach flips from his compliment. You had secretly been harbouring feelings for your neighbour for a while, but never believed they were/could be reciprocated. You put the used wipe down, as you saunter over him and climb into his lap, wrapping your legs over his thighs. His hands shoot to your waist to keep you stable.

“Well I think you’re beautiful Frank.”

“Tsk, ya dunno what you’re sayin’ sweet girl, if you were sober you’d feel different.” he grumbles, a sly smirk forming in the corner of his mouth. Not once do his eyes move from your face, taking in every freckle, bump and ridge, the plumpness of your lips swooning him.

“I’m pretty much sobered up now Frank, stop worrying.” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’ve thought you were beautiful for a while, y’know..”

“Likewise angel.. You dunno what ya do t’me.” he whispers, his breath catches your face due to only being mere inches apart now, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity up your spine.

“Can I kiss you, pretty girl?”

“Please.”

He doesn’t wait a second longer, placing his lips upon your softer ones. The kiss begins tentatively, slow and explorative, but it’s not long before it grows hungrier, more desperate. Your mixed pent up emotions for one another finally escaping inside of each other’s mouths.

You wrap your fingers up in his hair, tugging slightly as his lips leave yours and land on your neck, nibbling and sucking the sensitive skin, eliciting moans from you.

“Fuck babydoll, I’ve waited too long to have you like this..” he mumbles into your neck, the vibrations of his words sending arousal straight to your panties. 

“Need you.. Need you so bad Frankie.. Please touch me..” you beg, peppering kisses along the top of his head as you grind yourself down onto his rock hard bulge. He can’t help but buck his hips into yours.

“Eager aren’t we?” he teases, whispering in your ear. “As much as I wanna take ya up on that doll, wanna make sure you’ll fully remember our first time.” you go to argue this but he stops you “I know you’re pretty much sober baby, but I want it to be special for ya.. That okay with you?” you sigh in defeat, nodding your head. “Attagirl.” he places another kiss on your lips as he grabs the flesh of your ass, making you gasp as he grins, knowing damn well how much he’s teasing you.

You roll your eyes as you climb off of him, reaching under the sink to grab your first aid kit, having completely neglected the sole purpose of why you were both in the cramped en-suite bathroom. Patching Frank up takes no time at all, only minor injuries tonight that a good wipe with antiseptic and a bandage could fix. The entire time you were working on him, his hands never left your hips, rubbing comforting circles around the curve. 

“All done Frankie.” you lean down and kiss the top of his head.

“Thank you babygirl, I’ll get out ya hair, let ya relax after your night out alright?” he stands from his seat, pulling you into his warm embrace.

“Stay.” you mumble into his chest, breathing him in, basking in the closeness.

“Please?” you tilt your head up to him, resting your chin on his chest, giving him your best puppy dog eyes to further convince him.

“Course I will doll, anythin’ for ya.” he kisses the top of your head, as you pull away and lead him out of the bathroom to your bedroom. You don’t bother making him turn around as you unsheath yourself from your dress, allowing the fabric to pool at your feet. Frank uses as much self control he can muster to not take you then and there, remembering his words he told you earlier on about waiting for the right time. He shudders a deep breath as he removes his shirt and jeans too, watching you climb into bed and hold out your arms for him to join you, and that he does.

He climbs beside you and pulls you snug into his chest, spooning you. Your eyelids begin to fall heavy, being completely at peace in his grasp. You hum appreciatively, after fantasizing about this moment for months now you finally have it, you finally have him.

“Sleep well sweet girl, I’ll be here in the mornin’, promise.” he whispers in your hair, as you mumble an incoherent response, drifting off to sleep. It’s not long until he joins you, feeling just as at ease tucked up in bed with you as you feel. 

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a/n: i know the gif is raunchy as shit, but i had to use it because #smash

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[thatspookyswitch]

It is pretty hot when you find out someone thinks about you when they touch themselves <3

[twobefair]

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10 Things I Hate About You au

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[ravenempress101]

Gone Wonwoo imagine 18+

Words:2.1k

⚠️Read at your own risk ⚠️ this singer would not do this ever this is fiction not true but please enjoy my inbox is always open for requests! Warning:dubcon, forcing, bodily fluids, size kink, dry humping, dark smut,

Wonwoo at y/n’s door of her bedchambers. His palms captures the doorknob. Soft noises erupted on the other side of her door. Wonwoo could tell she was a awake. He knows she's awake by now — has been awake for a few minutes, judging by the rustling sounds. He's been waiting for this moment for a long time, and now that it's here, he's almost afraid to take the final step.

Wonwoo as never been inside y/n’s sanctuary, never had a reason to.he always respected the place she sleeps, of her personal space.but this is a necessity for his plans to come to fruition. She needs to break down the walls she built around herself to make her see Wonwoo in a different light.

The sounds grew louder inside her room. Wonwoo could hear her getting ready for the day. A deep inhale he manifested steadying himself.he slowly turns the doorknob pushing her door open.

“Y/n”he says softly closing the door behind him.

Y/n is standing by her dresser, a curling iron in hand as she twirls her finger around a silk hazelnut curl. Staring at him through the mirror. Her orbs flashed with shock an disbelief. Wonwoo can see the fear lurking in their depths. It's not a fear of him, not exactly — it's a fear of the unknown, of what he's capable of.

Wonwoo “ she whispers her voice trembles as her mind wonders with thoughts as to why is he in her presence “what are you doing here? He doesn't answer her right away, instead taking a moment to drink in the sight of her. Y/n is gorgeous , as always, her long dark chestnut hair cascading down her back in soft waves. She's dressed in a simple white nightgown, the thin fabric clinging to her thick curves in a way that makes Wonwoo's pulse quick enough that he can hear it.

“I’ve come to speak with you”his husky voice catching him out of his trance. Y/n turns to face him then, her eyes never leaving his brown orbs as she sets the hairbrush down on the dresser. “About what?” she asks warily.

Wonwoo doesn't answer, instead taking a step closer to her.her frame stiffening as he approaches, and Wonwoo can't help the smirk that manifested at his lips. He was thrilled when she's like this — all nervous and skittish, like a frightened rabbit.

Won’t you take a seat my lady” gesturing to her California king bed.

For a moment, y/n doesn't move a muscle her eyes darting back and forth between Wonwoo and the bed. Then, slowly, she nods, taking a few hesitant steps towards the bed before perching on the edge. Wonwoo follows her, sitting down beside her and turning slightly so that he's facing y/n’s chubby frame.

“Now,” he says, his voice dropping even lower. “I think it's time we had a little chat, don't you?”

Y/n swallows hard, her throat working as she stares up at him. “About what?” she repeats, her voice barely above a whisper.

Wonwoo smiles then, a slow, predatory grin that makes her shiver. “About us,” he says sinfully “And what I'm going to do to you.”

Y/n’s palms sweaty, she could feel her heart beat in her ears from what fell from Wonwoo’s mouth.she knew someone lurked out side of her window from nights on end. It explains Wonwoo’s eyes on her from every council meeting they endured. But she never thought he would take it this far, never thought he would actually break into her room like this.

W-what do you mean? Keeping her voice steady even as her curvy frame quivered underneath the venom that spilled with his words.

Wonwoo smile alluring on her.his orbs trailing over her face before he went lower, taking in all her curves of her body beneath her silky nightgown.y/n gasps left her body feeling exposed under his gaze. Vulnerable underneath his stare she crosses her arms over her big chest, trying to savor her image but Wonwoo chuckles softly.

I think you know what I mean, y/n ,” he tormented reaching out to trail a finger along her arm. She shivers at the touch, her skin tingling where he's traced his finger. “I've been watching you for a long time now. I know all about you, all your little secrets and desires.”

Y/n shakes her head from his protests of her. Her inhales shallow “no Wonwoo you don’t know nothing about me” her eye burrow furrowed at his accusing.

Wonwoo smile slipped and lowers himself at your ear,

“Oh, but I do”, his breathe close to your ear, hot breathe splitting your flesh, “I know how you touch yourself late at night, how you whimper and moan when you're alone in your bed. I know how much you crave to be filled, to be stretched and taken until you can't think of anything else.how’s that new king working for you, making you feel alone uh?”

Y/n scans between both of his cocoa brown venomous eyes. Face heats up, the humiliation washing over her. It’s true craving someone to touch her good and the king she’s with as a cold shoulder of no intimacy that y/n forced to loves but that’s private. The fact that Wonwoo knows what happens in her own privacy

No,” she says again, shaking her head vehemently. “That's not true. You don't know anything about me.”

Wonwoo trails his eyes over her and his dimples are visible.his fingers cupping your cheeks. Y/n tries to pull from his grasp. He held her in place effortlessly “don’t lie to me darling” he croons, stroking her cheek with his thumb. “I've seen the way you look at me when you think I'm not watching. I've seen the desire in your eyes, the way you lick your lips when I walk by.”

Wonwoo fixes his sleeve on his white puffy shirt.she wants to deny it,want to tell him he’s wrong that she’s never looked at him that way.starring up at his darken eyes she knows it will be a lie.heat pooling in her lower stomach when he’s near But it's not desire, not really. It's more like… appreciation. Admiration, even. Because Wonwoo is beautiful, in a dark, dangerous sort of way.

“your imaging things” y/n sweat erupted on her forehead voice stumbling trying to be firm.

Wonwoo laughs again, the sound sending shivers down Y/n’s spine. “Maybe,” he asserted leaning in even closer. “But that doesn't change the fact that you want me, does it?”

Y/n parts her mouth to protest from Wonwoo before she could get it out her words were eaten by His heartshapes pressing on her lips. It’s a soft kiss sending sparks shooting through her body, y/n shorts circuits And tries to pull away, tries to push him off Wonwoo’s fingers guides to the back of her chestnut curls, his slender pointer fingers tangling in her hair and holding her frame with his.

As he kisses her, his other hand glides to her waist, sliding up underneath her nightgown to manipulate her olive bare skin. Y/n’s gasps against his chapped lips, her heart racing as his fingers glide over her stomach, up to her breast. He squeezes gently, his thumb skim over her hardened nipple, and She can't help the moan that escapes her.

Wonwoo pulls back, a triumphant smile on his face as he stares down at her Cupid’s bow inches away from her face. “See?” he booms, his thumb still stroking her nipple. “I told you that you wanted me.”

Y/n head shakes side to side, clearing the haze that’s settled over her. Y/n’s thoughts jumbled up inside her mind when Wonwoo is teasing her from the outside. She can't remember why she shouldn't be enjoying his touch. The fog clears, reality comes storming back in and her palms shove at Wonwoo’s muscular chest.

Stop,” she says, her voice firm. “I don't want this.”

Wonwoo towered over her. His menacing smile his massaging her hardened nipple. “Yes you do sweetheart he says gently and soon you’ll be begging for it isn’t that right? “

Y/n wants to scream wants to push the Korean man off and run out of the room. Even as she thinks it Wonwoo is so strong he already has the guards barricading the castle doors. There’s no way she’ll be able to escape him not now.

Y/n swallows deep, trying to place bass back in her voice.” What do you want from me? “She asks her voice barely above a whisper.

Wonwoo’s eyebrow raises and he grins, his orbs performing with something raven and dangerous. “Everything” he says simply “I want everything y/n, him carrying on your body your heart that precious soul, and I won’t stop until I have it all “

His words sending shivers down her back from the coldness he spat.Wonwoo’s obsessed with y/n, has been for a long time. if the things he's said are true. And now that he has her alone, there's no telling what he might do.

“What are you going to do to me?”Softly spoken scanning his tense features. As a lump forms in her throat.

Wonwoo menacing dark torment feels her frame “oh’my dear” he exclaims “I’m going to do everything to you”

His lips crashed down on hers. His kisses hard and demanding. Wonwoo’s teeth nipping at her bottom lip as his tongue dives into her mouth.y/n tries pushing her body up forcing him off of her, placing her head to the side to break the kiss. Wonwoo grips her in place one hand still on her breast while the other guides to her throat his two fingers enclosed as he chokes her in place as he ravishes her mouth.

She’s being consumed, Wonwoo is devouring her from the inside out. His kiss is all-encompassing, leaving no part of her untouched, unclaimed. By the time he finally pulls back, y/n breathe is quicken her lungs burning as she tries to catch her breathe.

Wonwoo stares down at her, his eyes dark with desire, a smirk playing at his lips. “See how good we can be together, Y/n he mewls, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “All you have to do is give in, and I'll give you everything you've ever wanted.”

“I’ll never give in Wonwoo.”she can’t give into him. Can’t let him win. No matter what he does to her, she has to resist. She has to be strong.

“No matter what you do”,looking up at him defiantly.

Wonwoo's mouth twisted his eyes flashing raven. “We'll see about that,” he growls before claiming her Cupid’s bow once again.

Wonwoo is so determined. All she can do is endure, and hope that someone finds her before it's too late. Because if Wonwoo has his way, she has a feeling that she'll never be the same again.

Wonwoo is on fire. He can feel it in every inch of his body, the heat building as he kisses her, as he manipulates her. She's so soft, so pliant beneath his hands, and he can't get enough of her. He's wanted this for so long, dreamed of it, fantasized about it. And now that it's finally happening, he can barely believe it.

He pulls back from the kiss, staring down at y/n’s face. Her heartshapes are red and swollen, her cheeks flushed with lust. Wonwoo can't help but smirk as his mind danced on the idea of the chubby chocolate curved she has. his cock hardening even more at the desire shining in her eyes.

Wonwoo reaching for the hem of her nightgown. Her eyes go wide, and she grabs his wrist, trying to stop him from undressing her. Wonwoo just smirks, prying her fingers off of his wrist easily before pushing her hands away.

“Don't,”as her whisper fell from her mouth, voice trembling.

Wonwoo grabs her wrists, holding them at her sides as he scans in over her naked body.

She's beautiful, just as he's always known she would be. Her skin is smooth and unblemished.

Wonwoo tongue wiggles inside her sensitive folds spreading them. Y/n gasps from his lips tracing figure 8 motions. He suckled on your gummy walls manifesting your high that called your body.

Once he was done his face was covered in her arousal and he cleaned her up. Y/n coming back down from her high as Wonwoo snapped her out of her euphoria.

“Do you see now?” he asks, his voice low and rough with desire. “Do you see how good it can be between us?

Y/n just stares up at him, loosing her self in his chocolate eyes her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. Wonwoo reaches out, running his finger along her neck enclosing in on her air as he waits for her answer.

No,” she finally says. “This is wrong, Wonwoo. You can't do this.” The king he owns me not you

He just smirks, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her neck . “I can, and I will,” he grunted against her skin. “And you're going to love every second of it.”

Wonwoo grabs her wrists, holding them at her sides as he drinks in the sight of her ivory skin. Wonwoo's mouth waters at the sight of her hardened nipples, and he leans down, sucking one into his mouth as Y/n whimpers.

“Wonwoo,” she gasps, her hips arching up off the bed. “Please…”

Wonwoo ignores her pleading, instead lavishing attention on first one breast and then the other. He sucks and licks and bites, reveling in the whimpers and moans that fall from Her lips. She's writhing beneath him, her body trembling with desire, and Wonwoo knows that he's winning. He's wearing her down, breaking through the walls she's built up around herself.

When he's finally satisfied that her nipples are red and sensitive, Wonwoo pulls back, releasing his hold on Y/n wrists and sitting up. She lies there panting, her chest heaving as she stares up at him with a mixture of desire and fear in her eyes.

You're beautiful,” Wonwoo breathed, running his hands up and down her sides. “So perfect.”

She doesn't say anything, just continues to stare up at him. Wonwoo smirks, enjoying the way her eyes flick down to his crotch, lingering on the bulge there. He knows that she wants him, knows that she craves his touch. And he's going to give it to her, whether she wants it or not.

He moves then, shifting until he's lying between her spread legs. She gasps as he settles against her, his cock pressing against her core through the fabric of his pants. Wonwoo groans at the feel of her, at the wet heat that's so evident even through the barrier of their clothes.

“Wonwoo…” She breathes, her hands coming up to push against his chest. “You have to stop. Please…”

But Wonwoo just shakes his head, pressing his forehead against hers as he grinds against her. “I can't stop,” he purred. “Not now. Not when I'm so close to having you.”

Y/n whimpers, her nails digging into his chest as he continues to grind against her. Wonwoo can feel how wet she is, can feel the heat of her core like a brand against his cock. He groans, biting back a moan as he rubs against her clit.

“You want this,” he breathes, staring down into her eyes. “You want me. I can feel it.”

“No,” She moans, shaking her head even as her hips arch up to meet his thrusts. “I don't… I can't…”

“You can,” Wonwoo growls, pressing his lips to hers in a bruising kiss. “And you will.”

She moans into the kiss, her hips moving of their own accord as Wonwoo grinds against her. He knows that she's close, knows that it won't take much more to send her over the edge. And as much as he wants to feel her come apart beneath him, he wants more. He wants to be inside of her when it happens, wants to feel her clenching around his cock as she screams his name.

With that thought in mind, he pulls back from the kiss, sitting up once again. She whimpers at the loss, her hips jerking up to follow him, and Wonwoo smirks. She may not want to admit it, but she craves him just as much as he craves her.

He reaches for the fastenings of his pants, undoing them quickly before pushing them down off his hips. His cock springs free, hard and throbbing, and Wonwoo groans at the relief of finally being able to touch it. He wraps his fingers around his length, stroking once, twice as he stares down at Her

She's watching him with wide eyes, her mouth falling open as she takes in the sight of him. Wonwoo smirks at her innocent eyes, at the way her tongue darts out to wet her lips. She wants him; he's sure of it now.

“Do you see what you do to me?” he asks, stroking his cock again. “This is all for you, Y/n

She swallows hard, her eyes never leaving his cock. “It's too big,” she whispers.

Wonwoo chuckles. “It'll fit,” he promises. “And once it's inside of you, you'll never want it to leave.”

He leans down then, pressing the tip of his cock against her entrance. gasps and spreading her legs wider as she stares up at him. Wonwoo takes a moment just to drink in the sight of her like this — spread out beneath him, wet and ready and wanting. His palms found there way to her legs placing them on his board shoulders. Then, unable to wait any longer, he surges forward, sheathing himself inside of her with one smooth thrust.

Y/n cries out, her back arching off the bed as her fingers dig into Wonwoo's shoulders. Wonwoo groans, his head falling forward as he tries to breathe through the pleasure of being inside of her. She's tight, so tight that it borders on pain, but it's the best kind of pain he's ever felt.

“Wonwoo…” She moans, her legs wrapping around his waist as she tries to urge him closer. “Oh god…”

Wonwoo pulls back to stare down at her, taking in the look of pleasure and desire on her face. She's beautiful like this, so beautiful that it almost hurts to look at her. Almost.

He pulls out slowly before surging back in, setting a steady rhythm as he fucks her. Y/n meets his thrusts, her hips rising to meet his own, and Wonwoo can feel the pleasure building inside of him already.

“You're so tight,” he groans, leaning down to press his lips to her neck. “Feels so good…”

Y/n just moans in response, her nails scraping down his back as she clings to him. Wonwoo fucks her harder, faster, unable to control himself now that he's finally inside of her. He needs this, needs her, and he's not going to stop until he's satisfied his craving.

He can feel her tightening around him, can feel her teetering on the edge of her release. He reaches down between them, his fingers finding her clit as he continues to fuck her. She cries out, her hips jerking as Wonwoo rubs quick circles over the sensitive bud.

“So good,” Wonwoo groans against her neck. “You're so good, Babygirl”

She doesn't respond, just wraps her legs around him tighter, holding him close as he fucks her. Wonwoo continues to rub her clit, continued to fuck her until finally, blessedly, he feels her come apart beneath him. Her walls clench around him, holding him tightly inside of her as she cries out his name.

Wonwoo fucks her through her orgasm, drawing it out as long as he can. It's too much, too much pleasure, and he knows that he's not going to last much longer. But he wants to make this good for her, wants to make sure that she enjoys every second of what he's doing to her.

Finally, though, he can't hold back any longer. With a groan, he surges forward, burying himself as deep inside of her as he can get. He comes with a shout, filling her with his creamy seed as he rides out the last few waves of his pleasure.

When it's over, he collapses on top of her, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath. He can feel her trembling beneath him, can feel the way her inner walls are still clenching around him. It makes him groan, makes him want to stay inside of her forever.

But eventually, he pulls out, falling over onto his back on the bed beside her.Y/n lies there unmoving, staring up at the ceiling with a dazed look in her eyes. Wonwoo turns his head, smirking at the sight.

“Good?” he asks smugly.

She turns her head to look at him, her eyes wide. “How could you do that?” she whispers.

Wonwoo just shrugs, reaching out to run his fingers up and down her arm. “I told you,” he says. “I want you, in every way possible. And I always get what I want.”

She shivers but doesn't say anything else. Wonwoo just stares at her, enjoying the sight of her lying there naked and well-fucked. She's his now, his to keep forever.

And he'll do whatever it takes to make sure she never leaves him.

[riskpond]

It's me...the butch lee smith virus spreader here to say you gonna join me in drawing that fat man as a beautiful butch lesbian

Here’s beautiful butch woman Lee (featuring Brandon I guess…)

Love girl Lee will draw her again <33

(Also this is a style study of the game’s art style)

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WG ask #46

Where does most of your weight distribute?

I'll give you one good guess 🐷

[ghoulishhx]

been thinking about frank with a reader whos a switch… like sometimes she needs to be taken care of and sometimes she just wants to fuck the living daylights out of him- poor guy would get emotional whiplash but would be too turned on to complain

I had to write on this pretty much the second the request came through because me as fuck. need more switch representation in frank fics/drabbles honestly!! this is a mixture of a headcanon/drabble, idk i got too excited to write this LOL

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Frank Castle x Switch!Reader

so i picture it like this. one minute you're bent over, ass high as your face is smushed into the pillow, franks hand wrapped around the back of your neck whispering the most sinful, dirty things

"that feel good baby? you're so fuckin' tight princess, made to take my cock shit... my dirty fuckin' girl"

he would growl into your ear, making you a whining mess, incoherently begging him for more.

he slams impossibly harder into you with each thrust, the sound of skin slapping against each other fills the room as a hand lands on the flesh of your ass with a harsh smack.

you're so unbelievably cockdrunk you don't recognise it as pain, only sending pleasure through your body like a jolt of electricity.

"that's it babydoll, cum for me. my good girl, all mine." primal possession takes over him as he continues ruining you. moans and whines leave your mouth along with his name and a string of curse words as you milk him dry, orgasming so hard around his cock. you loved being used by him, you loved being his to devour.

the next moment you're on top of him, riding him with one of your soft hands wrapped around his neck, taking complete control of all the movement, all the pleasure.

I believe frank does not have the ability to fully let go and let you go hard dom on him, but he loves you more than anything and if his sweet girl wants to use him, he'd be damned if he didn't give her what she wants.

"fuck frank, being so good f'me. filling me up so well." you whine, tightening your grip around his neck as you grind your hips harshly against his, he can't help but whimper at the sensation of your walls throbbing around his length, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he grips your hips so intensely you're for sure gonna be bruised in the morning.

"mhm sweet girl, take what ya need. 'm all yours princess fuck, i belong to you." he babbles as you giggle, relishing in the way your boyfriend has come so undone for you, allowing you to explore the more dominant side of you. he was too fucked out to even care about how he sounded, too drunk off of your voice, touch, body.

you hum appreciatively, addicted to the way his cock twitches inside of you, the way his moans hitch in his throat as his jaw ticks. you could tell he was getting close.

"gonna cum for me frankie? fill up my pretty pussy huh? make me yours baby." you coo, guiding him through his release as he paints your insides white with his seed. the noises that erupt from him sends another orgasm barrelling through you, joining him in ecstacy.

"that's it baby, good boy. such a good boy for me." you test the waters as you reach down, plunging your fingers into your spent core, collecting your shared juices along your digits. removing them from your cunt, you thrust them into his mouth. he doesn't think, he instantly starts lapping up the juices, tongue swirling around your fingers, sucking them dry. your clit throbs at the view beneath you, Frank fucking Castle being so fucked out of it that he's wrapped around your finger, literally.

ARGHHHH I NEEEEEED HIMMMM

a/n: I hope this is ok pookie, it's very self indulgent because I would do anything to have this. I'd be more than happy to write more stuff like this, switch reader x frank is everything to me

ok mwah you know the drill

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MUTE READER

18, selective mutism, "dot / dotty", anxiety, books, lace, windows, lakes, sign language, clairo, crybaby, deers, journals, movies, sensitive.

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18, best friend, gentle, nerd, art, board games, car rides, denim, record shops, wired earphones, shorts, yearner, protective.

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I've been putting it off for SO long but, here's my Poseidon 💀

Anyways my inbox is always open unless I close it, kinda some asks to draw as I slowly get through actual drawing the fucking characters finally 😒

But this is where I'll just post epic the musical/Greek/Roman mythology shit instead

So bother me if you want

I'm going to sleep now

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Can you please please please write a smut FIC where reader and Mike is on the Night Shift and we end up thigh ridinggg!!!!

- ps we call him Mikey 😭😭😭

Body Language

pairing: mike schmidt x afab!reader

word count: ofc it's 1.9k

warnings: nsfw 18+

authors note: hi anon! thanks so much for the ask, i had so much fun writing it! hope you love it! mwah <333

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“About time you finally show up.”

Were the first words Mike heard as soon as he walked into the security office of Freddy’s. He sighed loudly, shrugging his rain coat off to hang it on the back of the door.

"Don't start," he said gruffly.

Mike turned to face you, your body leaning against the opposite wall, arms crossed over your chest. You had a smug smile on your face. "I was starting to think you got too scared to come back."

Mike scoffed. "Don't get too excited," He deadpans. "I just had some trouble with the babysitter.”

You don't respond, only following him with your eyes as he walks over and sits down in the one office chair in-front of the monitors. Mike can tell you've been here for a while now, if the half-drunken water bottle and empty protein bar wrapper sitting on the desk is anything to go by.

He only just starts flipping through the different channels when you speak up again. "You're in my seat."

He doesn't look up from the screen when he replies. "You weren't sitting in it."

You scoff loudly, he can hear you push off the wall. The sound of your footsteps getting closer and closer as you walk toward him. "I was sitting in it for thirty minutes before you even got here."

"You sound like a child," He replies, swiveling around to face you. Your body is close enough to slightly loom over his seated form. "Just go get another chair from the dining room."

"No, I was here first. The comfy chair is mine," You press. "You go get a chair."

"Comfy chair" was definitely a stretch, the office chair was only slightly better than the dining chairs.

Mike stares at you for a moment before swiveling back to the monitors. "No." He says, completely dismissing you.

It's quiet for a moment, before you let out an exasperated sigh. "Fine." You state, with a small shrug before shoving between Mike and the desk and unceremoniously plopping down in his lap.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Mike asks loudly, raising his hands up to avoid touching you. You've already gone back to work, idly flipping through the monitors like this is normal.

"You won't move, so you have to share." You say simply.

Mike stares daggers at your back, slowly placing his hands on either side of the chairs arm rests. "You're crazy." He mutters, but the last thing he's going to do is get up and let you win this weird ass game you've decided to challenge him to.

He tries his best to ignore you, he really does, but after a while he can feel his heart start to beat ever so slightly faster. Mike's not proud enough to admit that you're definitely attractive. He'd always thought that, even though you drive him crazy 90% of the time. You have a gorgeous face, and an amazing figure. Of course he would never tell you any of this, you would never let him hear the end of it.

So he doesn't, but on his lonelier nights, he lets his mind run rampant with visions of you on your knees, mouth open and waiting for his release. Or you on all fours, moans pouring out of your mouth uncontrollably as he thrusts in and out of your dripping cunt, hitting the spot inside you that makes you light up like a Christmas tree. Or you on your back, hands gripping his hair so tightly because you can't handle how good his mouth feels sucking on your clit.

Those nights are becoming more and more frequent these days, and he can never refrain from shoving his hand down his sleep shorts and fisting his hand over his hard cock furiously until he ruins his boxers.

Mike's brought back from his thoughts running rampant in his head by the mortifying realization that currently, with you mere inches away from his crotch, he's hard as a rock. It's not helping that all he can see is your silhouette directly sitting in front of him. Your curves fully on display, in your form fitting shirt and tight jeans. He can't help the way his eyes scan down your body. Greedily raking from your shoulders to your waist that tapers down to the swell of your ass sitting pretty inches away from his growing bulge.

Worst of all, you just won't stop fidgeting. Tiny, unconscious movements that jostle Mike just enough to make him feel his dick scrape against the zipper of his jeans. All he can do is stare, sweating bullets basically white-knuckling the chair in order to stay still, scared to even breathe too deeply.

Then it all goes to shit in a matter of seconds. You knock the water bottle off the desk trying to switch monitors, and when you go to pick it up you scoot back just the tiniest bit, but it's enough to grind your ass directly over his dick.

Immediately Mike has his hands tight around your hips, jerking you back up into a sitting position as quickly as he can. His whole body going rigid against the chair in embarrassment, eyes wide and mortified.

You're still too, back sitting up straight as a board. He's waiting for you to say something, to laugh at him, but you're silent. There's an apology on the tip of his tongue, when suddenly you push the chair out from the desk, sending you and Mike flying backwards. In a flash, you flip to face him sitting directly over his thigh. Slotting your knee between his legs and the chair.

Your pupils are blown, eyes swallowed almost entirely by black. "How long?" You ask, softly. It takes Mike a second for your words to break through the fog clouding his brain, but he's just confused. He tilts his head to this side in question, not trusting his voice to sound anything but fucked.

"How long were you sitting here with this," You specify what you're saying by pushing your knee more firmly against his hard dick, making Mike's hands spasm on your hips and choke out a soft whine. "Before you planned on doing anything with it?"

Mike can do nothing but blink up at you slowly. You look almost predatory, staring at him so fiercely he swears you can see his soul. You still haven't moved, he can feel the warmth radiating between your legs against his thigh. His hands jerk almost unconsciously, trying to get you to grind forward. You smile, looking down at your position splayed over his lap and back up to his face.

"What do you want?" You ask sweetly. "Do you want me to move, Mikey?"

Your words hit him like a truck, he moans loudly, nodding his head frantically. "Yeah? You want me to move?" You ask again, tipping into his personal space, hands flat on his chest. You lean forward, breath puffing out over his ear.

"Move me then." You hiss, directly into his ear.

Mike lets out a guttural groan, eyes snapping shut tightly. He wants to, so badly but he just can't.

"Come on Mikey," You goad, your eyes glassy. "Move me."

Mike opens his eyes, looking down at his grip on your hips. Ever so slightly, he shifts you forward. Your eyes flutter closed, lips parting to let out a small moan. Turns out that's all the encouragement Mike needs. He grinds you backward before roughly dragging you forward again. It's absolutely lewd.

"Fuck, Mike." You say breathlessly, chin dropping down to your chest, going completely pliable in his hands letting him move you. He can only stare incredulously at you, beyond shocked that this is really happening. He's waiting to jolt awake home alone in bed with a soiled pair of boxers at any moment.

But he doesn't, you're actually here. Sitting on his lap grinding a wet patch into his jeans. Mike hardly knows what to do with himself. Your body is warm between his hands, alive in ways he never thought to be possible. "Jesus," He whispers to himself, sweat dripping down his brow. “Fuck…!” Mike grits out, wrenching his head up to stare at the ceiling. “I can’t look”

He feels you falter the slightest bit, hips slowing down a fraction. “Why not?” You ask softly, a hint of insecurity puncturing your tough exterior.

“It’s too much,” Mike admits breathlessly, chest rising and falling rapidly. “I can’t look or I’ll come in my pants.”

You let out a small shocked laugh, but it’s quickly drowned out by another moan. Your body trembles with pleasure. "Shit, faster…go faster," You mutter, taking it upon yourself to speed things up. Hips moving frantically on his thigh. Your knee is still slotted tightly to his now aching cock, he can feel every move you make. The friction feels amazing, it's taking everything in him not to hump up against your leg like a horny dog. The heat from your body feels scalding.

The absolute vision you make sends Mike's nerves quivering. He needs more. He brings his hands up to your face, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb gingerly. Your eyes open, looking back at him, not ceasing your movements.

"Can I?" He pants, hoping to god you understand what he's asking. It takes you a second, but eventually you nod. He tips forward and seals your lips with his. His fingers sliding into your hair to hold your head in place as he kisses you.

He takes control of the kiss, tongue brushing against your bottom lip. You part your lips willingly for him, letting his tongue explore your mouth. He greedily swallows your moans, groaning all the while.

You break the kiss first, only a string of saliva connects your lips before breaking under the pressure of gravity. Your lips are swollen and red, glossy from kissing.

“Oh god…” Your whimpers ghost over his lips, forehead resting on his. “Oh, god, Mikey…”

“Yeah,” Mike replies, voice deep and scratchy from lack of use, he rolls his hips up the tiniest bit. “Yeah that’s it…Fuck you look so pretty, so pretty for me.”

You nod, hips moving even faster than before, losing the rhythm you’d built up. Your hands fumble down to furiously unzip his hoodie, tearing the zipper down to reveal his plain white tank top underneath. Your hands greedily rake down his chest, nails brushing over his nipples making him whimper out moan.

“Fuck Fuck Fuck, Mike,” You whine, grip tightening into the meat of his chest. He can tell your close without you even saying it.

“Fuck yes, come, come on my thigh.” Mike begs, gripping your hips so tightly it could border on painful.

“Shit! Mikey, I’m gonna come,” Your eyes are screwed shut, sweat making your hair stick to your face.

“Do it.” He pleads, not taking his eyes off your face.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Mike can feel your nails digging crescent moons in his chest as you careen over the edge. Hips stuttering as you ride out your orgasm, he can almost feel the way your pussy trembles as you work yourself through the aftershocks, cut off little moans forcing their way out of your mouth. Your body finally gives out, tipping forward to lean on his chest, wet breaths puffing against his neck.

Mike follows suit, eyes dropping closed as he unloads into his boxer shorts making a second wet patch seep into his jeans. Hips twitching up every other second. He moans loudly into your hair, trying and failing to muffle his noises.

When you both come back down, it’s silent for a few moments as you both wrack your brains for what to say. As always, you’re the first one to speak up.

“So…” You say between panting breaths, he can feel you start to smile against his neck. “Same time tomorrow?”

Mike chuckles up at the ceiling, pinching your waist lightly.

“Fuck off.”

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[ghoulishhx]

Hiiii Olivia, I absolutely adore everything you write I'm literally obsessed.

Can I request no.5 from the prompt list pretty please, but I was thinking that maybe the reader worships franks body ya know, I little twist, only if you want don't feel pressured.

Ok love you, bye!!!

5.) body worship

hii coco my love, thank you so much :')) i adore YOU and im literally obsessed with YOU. i had so much fun writing this one so i hope you enjoy :3

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Pairing: Frank Castle x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: filth, pure filth, SMUT OBVIOUSLYYY, oral (m!receiving), masturbation, praise, dirty talk, face fucking, mentions of pillow humping, submissive frankie if you squint

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“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful doll.” Frank moans into your mouth, exploring your body with his hands, tracing every curve with his fingers.

“All you Frankie, that’s all you.” you whisper, pulling away from his lips and attaching yours to his neck, tasting his soft skin and nibbling on it.

“Think ya fuckin’ blind baby, I’m nothin’ compared to ya.” he chuckles, squeezing your waist and pulling you closer to his crotch, both stood at the edge of your bed.

“That’s where you’re wrong Frank.” you say, pulling yourself away from his neck, pushing him down to sit on the bed, leaving you standing, towering over him. He shoots you a shocked look with a raised eyebrow, unsure of where you were going with this. You fall to your knees, grabbing the hem of his shirt, pulling it up as he helps you remove the garment. Running your hands down his chiseled torso, you hum appreciatively. 

“Fuck, you can’t sit there and call me blind when you look like this baby.” your hands wrap around his waist, gripping him harshly. You don’t peel your eyes away from his body for a second, wanting to take in every crevice of his muscles, all the scars, memorizing them forever. “It’s like you’ve been fucking hand-carved by the Gods themselves.”

He chuckles at the comparison, Frank can’t help but look away as the blush creeps up from his neck, painting his face beet red. He isn’t used to this love, these compliments. He believes with every ounce of himself he doesn’t deserve any of this, but despite all these thoughts of self-hatred, you shine through. 

“Shh sweetheart, y’dunno what ya sayin’, promise ya you’ve got the wrong guy.” he mumbles, reaching down to pull you back up to him to straddle him, but you stay firmly planted on the ground, shooting him a daring look as if to say “I’m not fucking done yet.”

He raises his hands in defeat, allowing you to unbuckle his belt and pull the dark blue jeans off of his legs. The moan you make just at the sight of his aching cock straining in his boxers makes his member twitch. 

“Don’t get me fucking started on these legs, these thighs Frankie. How on earth did I get so lucky?” your heart eyes are practically bulging from your head as you go to palm his bulge through his underwear, smearing his already leaking precum around the fabric.

“I ask m’self the same question every damn day, pretty girl.” he groans, running his hands through your hair, allowing you to make him feel good for you. His head throws back into the plush of your comforter as you run your fingers up his thick thighs, playing with the prominent vein on his cock through the fabric.

“You dunno what you do to me Frank, I get so turned on just thinking about you.” you whimper, pumping his length through his boxers. “I hump my pillow every night you’re out.. fuck picturing it’s your thigh.” you place your mouth over his underwear, tentatively licking stripes up his clothed bulge. Frank starts bucking his hips into your touch, dying to feel more of you. “Just being in your presence makes me so wet I can’t think straight, I have to stop myself from just taking you right there and then..”

At this point you can’t help trailing your hand down your stomach to your soaked panties, pushing them to the side as you delve your fingers inside your drenched hole, the view of your perfect boyfriend turning you to desperation. Taking your mouth off of his cock, you pull his boxers down to expose his length. It instantly slaps against his stomach, the erection he has is so hard it almost looks painful. You purr and drool at the sight, Frank so bare in front of you, so exposed just for you.

“All mine Frankie, all fucking mine.”

“Only yours doll, fuck I’m all yours.” he whimpers, the sound like music to your ears. “Please baby, I need ya so fuckin’ bad, need your mouth..”

You can’t wait another second without tasting him, so that’s what you do, accepting his begs for you. The power you have over him is enthralling, something you’re gonna want to explore later on with him. Placing your lips around his dark red tip, swirling the sensitive head around your mouth with your tongue, you begin bobbing your head up and down his cock, taking as much of him in as possible while fondling his heavy balls. 

Frank knows he won’t be able to last much longer like this, but he uses every ounce of self control to withhold himself from letting go, needing you like this for as long as humanly possible. Your eyes don’t leave his while you pleasure him and yourself, he smirks at your gaze.

“Enjoyin’ yourself down there sweet girl?” he coos mischievously between moans.

“You know damn well I am Frank, any excuse to be in between your legs.” you wink, smiling at him matching his energy as you resume the task at hand.

“Dirty fuckin’ girl.. fuck just like that don’t you fucking stop… shit” he growls, taking both of his hands and grabbing your head as he starts fucking himself into your mouth, his desire fully consuming him like a man possessed. The feeling of him taking the control back, using your mouth to get off, sends a fresh wave of arousal to your already longing core. His tip hits the back of your throat repeatedly, taunting your gag reflex but you take it on the chin, eyes welling with tears and his cock flooding with your saliva. 

The sounds erupting from the action are pure sin, the squelch from each thrust, the wet noises from your pussy as you play with yourself. You whine around his cock as he spills his sticky, hot seed directly down your esophagus, a primal groan erupting from his throat as he emptied himself inside of you makes your clit throb. 

You finally take your mouth off of his spent member, the overstimulation as you lift yourself makes his whole body flinch. You can’t help but smirk, Frank sprawled out beneath you heavily breathing, balls and cock twitching as his member softens before your eyes. 

“I meant everything, y'know Frankie? I truly do think you’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever had the privilege to call mine.” you pant, lips puffy and red as you smile up at him.

“I know ya did doll, meant it when I said I dunno what I did to deserve ya too,” he offers you the same smile back, eyes staring through you with lust blown pupils. “So, ya hump ya pillow thinkin’ of me, huh?”

You roll your eyes, giggling at the realisation you admitted to him your dirty little secret while you were so cockdrunk. 

“I do baby, while wearing nothing but your shirt too.” you taunt, climbing up to your feet. He groans at your confession, eyes rolling to the back of his head imagining you do this. You go to walk to the bathroom to clean yourself off, but he halts your attempts by grabbing your wrist and pulling you down to his eye level. He places his hand to your face, angling you to meet his gaze.

“Show me.”

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a/n: this.. ngh.. need this. need him. i have no other words.

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