Ruby

Hi there, sweetheart <3

My name is Ruby. You can call me that, or you can call me Miss, Mama, Sweetheart, Doll, or anything else under the sun. I'm a true switch, so I love it all.

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Ruby

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One day, you send him a little package in the mail. A pair of your sexy, lacy panties, along with a note which reads: try these on for size, big boy.

G receives the package a day later, and you know that because you received a photo from him, in which he’s wearing nothing but the panties. It’s a photo taken from the mouth down to his thighs, and you can just make out his plush lower lip trapped between his teeth.

The lace digs into his soft hips and soft stomach, a stark contrast in color against his pale skin. His cock is hard and leaking; you can see the tip peeking up from over the hem of the panties, shaft and balls making the fabric bulge and stretch obscenely to try and cover his arousal.

There are a couple visible tears where the panties stretched too far around his hips.

but i feel like we have an under-apretiation for like teasing while the guy is wearing boxers…so basically frank x reader pls just do wtv u want but i need that

No need to be nervous, honey, over-the-underwear teasing is criminally underrated ;)

I feel like Frank would have a love-hate relationship with the way you tease him over his boxers.

On one hand, it’s the hottest fucking thing to watch you mouth at his cock through the fabric, suckling the leaking head until the fabric’s soaked with your spit and his pre.

On the other, it drives him absolutely insane. He can’t stand how much power you have over him, and in those moments, it’s undeniable. He starts out all furrowed brows and low tone, voice firm as he tells you to “stop teasing, baby, suck me good and proper” while pushing your face into his crotch. You inhale deeply, savoring his musk and rubbing your face against his bulge. His impatience is clear as he groans and tugs your hair. “I said don’t be a fuckin’ tease, sweetheart. Gonna fuck your face till you taste me in your throat.”

butch frankie was so good!!!! >.< it makes me all worked up thinking of a good beach day

Thank you so much baby!!

I had wayyy more fun writing it than I thought! Mostly because I loveee writing for Gerard and Ray (adore Frank though obv) but as soon as I thought about setting it at the beach it just got my cogs turning… butch Frank would so love going to the beach with you just to ogle you in a bathing suit. Then at home she’d help you shower then make you a delicious sandwich 🙂‍↕️

Maybe I’m yearning for the beach… and I got a new bikini the other day, hehe

Thank you for the sweet message, you’re an angel x

It’s been too long, hasn’t it? I hope the warmer months have been treating you well <3 as much as I enjoy our private chats, there’s always something about stapling a letter of affection to someone’s front door, isn’t there? I’ve been thinking of you doll, almost non-stop. I wish I could pull your hips against me, nuzzle into the crook of your neck, and whisper in your ear, “be mine. Be mine, forever, little flower.”

You may try to pull away but my grip would be iron tight, I can’t let the object of my affections go that easily—! But with a sigh I’d release you, no good forcing a love. But stalking towards you as you back away, animal, primal, the lust splayed on my face as I trace fang tips with my tongue, , ,

Admit it, it’s been too long since you let someone push you around. Always so strong and brave for your loyal readers, be my prey for the night little flower, let me sup the honey dew from your petals and gorge myself on the blood of your neck xxx you’re allowed to be delicate, you’re allowed to be submissive, you’re allowed to be totally, and completely, mine. I won’t break you, I promise xxx

-an amorous shadow, Casket 🖤🖤🖤

Well hello there, my shadow-shrouded beau,

How pleased I am to be writing you back! I wanted to take the time to properly respond to your amorous words and tantalizing fantasies, a lovely thing like you deserves one’s undivided attention, hmm? And you’ve certainly got mine ;)

It’s so exciting to be swapping notes like this again. It always feels a little more bold and daring, having an audience… but I know you don’t mind, hehe. Aw honey, have you really been thinking of me? I’ve been thinking of you too, pretty thing. Nearly trembling at the mere thought of your hands around my waist, pulling me closer, closer… do you like when your playthings go willingly, or when they put up a fight? I doubt I’d stand a chance even if I did try to run—I remember you saying that you’re awfully fast (I listen!).

I can’t deny I love the thrill of a good chase. Lungs burning, heart pounding, frantic at the sound of your footsteps behind me getting nearer… maybe I’d turn around and try to be brave, brandish the tiny little pocketknife I carry on me, as if that would deter you. It’s a gorgeous little thing, but it wouldn’t be much use in my trembling hand.

Mm, you always know what to say, don’t you? I’ve been craving it so badly that you’ll have me ripping my head back in supplication before you have to say a word. Go on and take it; it’s yours. Knife dropped at my side, eyes closed, too afraid to see and too trusting to be wary. If you look closely, you’ll see me biting my lip hard enough to bleed—I’ve been needing this.

Let me be your darling little inamorata, just for the night. I promise I’ll make it worth your while—heaven knows the things I’d like to do for you. Actually, maybe heaven doesn’t know. Those “things” are far from pure! ;)

I hope you’re taking care of yourself, sweetheart. Come again soon, or I’ll start showing up in your inbox, pathetic and whining for attention. And how embarrassing would that be?

With love (and plenty of kisses),

A/n: the sun isn’t the only thing that heats up when the cute beach date that fem butch Frankie planned for the two of you takes a naughty turn after she sees the new, tiny bikini you recently bought, and backseat shenanigans ensue.

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You inhale the smell of the sea as you and your girlfriend lug a cooler and a beach bag through the shady grass towards the sand, warmed by the sun. Frankie had suggested laying things out in the grass where it wasn’t as hot, but you had given her those eyes that make her weak and said you wanted to lay in the sun. Of course, she couldn’t say no.

She was playfully grumbling about it as she unpacked your bags. One thing about your Frankie is that she doesn’t like making you lift a finger if she can help it—even when things don’t go her way.

But when you slipped off your beach dress, her eyes went wide.

You bought a new bikini the other day. It’s skimpy and brings out your eyes—in short, you were expecting this reaction from Frankie, and you had to pretend you didn’t feel victorious as you laid down on the towel.

The entire time, she looked for excuses to have her hands on you. She tripped over herself at your request for her to apply the sunscreen to your back, and you felt those warm, tattooed hands gliding languidly up your spine, sliding easily over your skin, greasy and shiny from the sunscreen.

“Did you put any here?” She asked, squeezing your ass, which was far too exposed in public for her liking—not because she’s very jealous, but because she knows how she can get around you.

You had gasped and squirmed, scolding her through a laugh.

You knew that your brand-new, itty-bitty bikini would make her sweat. But god, she was being almost obscenely handsy for the public location.

She took advantage of the situation to subtly grope at you when she thought no one was looking. Hands snaking across your stomach, squeezing your hip, your thigh. Brushing against your chest. Insisting you’re burning and that she must reapply your sunscreen—only to practically feel you up right there on the towel.

Frankie tried to let you enjoy the sun, but she was only human. And you were making her blood boil.

Hardly an hour and a half later she was tugging you back to the car, bag overflowing in her arms and cooler banging against her leg with every quick, pent-up step.

Once you reach her shitty Saturn, she lets them drop to the ground and immediately pins you up against the door. You thank god she parked in the shade, otherwise the black exterior would’ve burned you something awful.

“You like teasing me in public?” She growled, hazel eyes flashing with a hunger only flesh could satiate. “Makin’ me so horny I look dumb?”

By now, you know exactly how to push every one of Frankie’s buttons, so you’d be lying if you said you didn’t expect this from the moment you took off your beach dress.

You smile coyly. “Says the one who was practically groping me in the sand. You’re shameless, baby.”

You cup her face with your hand and she melts a little—softhearted thing she is—before snapping back into her dominant persona, taking your wrists and pinning them against the cool metal of the car door by your hips.

“Only ‘cause my girlfriend thinks it’s fun to prance around half-naked like it’s not making me want to do more than grope her in front everyone,” Frankie growls, burying her face in your neck, inhaling the sweet, musky smell of your sweat.

“‘Half-naked?’ Frankie, it’s the beach—!” You giggle, squirming playfully as she begins to kiss and lick up your neck. A laugh is cut off by a soft gasp as you feel her teeth press into your skin.

Her hands tighten around your wrists, the subtle reminder of her strength making you feel dizzy. “Beach, park, I don’t fucking care—I need your sweet ass now,” she groans, pulling away from your neck like it pains her. The intensity in her eyes makes a delicious heat roll in your stomach. “Get in the back, babe. Gonna make you pay for bein’ so sexy.”

After some shifting, positioning, and cursing (the backseat isn’t the most comfortable, or spacious), Frankie’s got you on her lap, legs spread. She’s sat in the middle seat and the two front seats give your parted knees something to rest on. You’re thankful she parked in a shady spot further from the beach entrance, and that the car is facing the woods—otherwise, a passerby could get a clear view of you two through the windshield.

“God, just look at you, baby,” she murmurs against your shoulder, pressing her lips to your sun-kissed (and now Frankie-kissed) skin. Her hands rove up your sides to your breasts, kneading them over the fabric of your bikini top. “Now how’d you expect me to behave when you’re wearing this? Huh?”

You chuckle and sigh, leaning your head back. “‘Behave?’ What, should I say ‘bad dog,’ too? Scold you?”

Usually, Frankie loves hearing your laugh. But right now, she’d much rather hear other sounds fall from your lips.

“I think you’re acting way too fuckin’ smug for someone who’s about to cum around my fingers,” she growls, nipping the sensitive area of skin below your ear.

And fuck, that stops your laughing.

Short, blunt fingernails drag down your stomach towards your skimpy bottoms. “What, don’t have any more jokes for me, sugar? Go on, tell me a funny one.”

You’re about to tell her to stop being a smartass when her fingers press firmly against your clothed heat, causing you to gasp and moan softly, hips twitching in Frankie’s lap.

“Wanted to eat this sweet pussy when you were stretching out on your back on that damn towel,” she sighs, fingers slowly and firmly rubbing around your clit. You whimper, hands scrambling to touch her in some way, finding their home on the sides of her thighs beneath you.

“Please don’t tease, baby,” you whine, to which Frankie replies with a laugh.

“Oh, you wanna twist and lounge around in this slutty little number, then ask me not to tease? You really are funny.” She runs her tongue over her lip piercing thoughtfully, then huffs. “You’re lucky I’m so desperate for you, otherwise I’d make you wait until we get home.”

Before you can respond, Frankie’s yanking your bottoms to the side and gliding her calloused fingertips up and down your glistening folds. Her index finger flicks at your clit, and your back arches in pleasure—but she wraps an arm around your middle to keep you firmly pressed against her.

You moan when she starts circling your clit properly, using your wetness to eliminate any harsh friction.

“Oh, there she is,” Frankie mutters, breath hot against your skin. “There’s my wanton little princess. You can do better than that, can’t you?”

What was meant to be a retort dies in your throat as she presses a fingertip into you, and your eyes flutter shut.

“Frankie… mmm, please…”

And damn, she just can’t say no to you. So with a muffled curse against your shoulder, she pushes her finger inside up to the third knuckle. Your brows furrow and your lips part in a soundless moan before a choked-off whimper escapes.

“Fuck, you’re so tight… always so tight no matter how many times I fuck you, huh?” she groans, pumping her finger in and out of your warm, wet heat. Her other hand snakes up to palm at your tits. “You drive me insane. But never act like you aren’t just as desperate as I am—you’re fuckin’ dripping and I’ve only just started touching you.” She smirks. “Guess someone was lying when she kept scolding me for touching her on the beach.”

If you could defend your honor (or what little you still have of it, allowing yourself to be in such an obscene position), you would. But you’re too busy focusing on how good it feels when Frankie pushes a second finger inside you, the stretch making your thighs tremble.

Your hands grip at her thighs underneath you, needing something to ground you. Shallow, heavy breaths push past your lips, catching on whines and moans. “N-needed you…” you admit, cheeks burning. “Wanted you… t’look at me… t’want me…”

Frankie could’ve laughed in exasperation if she wasn’t so laser-focused on making you feel good. “I want you all the time, baby. You know I can’t keep my hands off you. Shit.”

When she starts curling her fingers deep inside your wet, soft walls, nudging and prodding at that spot that makes you lose all composure, you cry out, high-pitched and breathless.

“Oh! Mmmfuck, Frankie, mmf—!” you moan, unable to string words together as her fingers massage your g-spot. You’re so wrapped up in the delicious feelings she’s pulling from you that you barely notice her grinding up against your ass.

Bad dog, indeed.

“Yeah? That good? Fuck, your needy pussy’s practically swallowing me up, look at that,” she pants, and when you look down, you moan weakly. The sight of her tattooed fingers disappearing into your heat, squelching loudly, is filthy in the best possible way. Your abdomen tenses as a wave of pleasure spreads through your body, down to the tips of your toes.

You try to spread your legs even wider, mewling when Frankie’s free hand slips under your bikini top, rolling a peaked nipple between her fingertips. A long, drawn-out moan tears from you as she fits a third finger inside you. The stretch burns only for a few seconds before giving way to fullness that’s overwhelming in the best way.

“F-fuck—! Frankie, I can’t—!” You whimper sharply as your girlfriend pushes her fingers in and out of you, alternating between deep thrusts and curling them quickly inside.

But Frankie knows you, knows your body. She lets out a soft moan as she continues softly humping up against your ass. “Yeah you can, sugar. Takin’ me so well, you sound so pretty when you’ve got your cunt stuffed full of me. Gonna make a mess?”

And the way she says it—a little sweet, a little condescending—only makes the fire in your gut burn brighter. You feel your pleasure building to a crescendo, and when Frankie pushes her fingers as deep inside as she can reach and starts rapidly pressing against your g-spot again and again and again, you break.

“Aahh, ohhhh ffff—babybabybaby please, f-uuuhh-ck—!” You mewl, your own hips jerking as your orgasm tears through you. You squeeze your eyes shut in ecstasy as you feel your body lose control, gushing around Frankie’s fingers, still so deep inside.

“That’s it, princess, so much, huh? Oh, good girl, good girl…” Frankie talks you through it in a low, velvet voice, slowing her fingers to a stop as your orgasm subsides.

Once you’re spent, she gently pulls her fingers out of your puffy, soaked heat. She doesn’t even care that she’ll have to clean her pleather seats; she loves seeing you fall apart like this. When you shakily try to lift yourself off of her, she quickly helps, hands wrapping around your hips and moving you to sit beside her.

At the sight of your blissed-out face and heaving chest, she smirks, licking each finger clean, savoring your taste. The smug asshole.

“You,” you pant, holding a menacing finger up to her (all too gleeful) face, “are so going to pay when we get home.”

do you think you could write a femcr alphabet for Mikey? it could be normal or fem which ever you prefer mama.

on another note, I've missed you so much and I've missed your pets and sweet words to me. i hope your doing well

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Hi hi Kitty! You know I always love hearing from you sweetheart <3

Mikey is on my list for NSFW alphabet!! Fem Mikey would be sooo much fun to write omg you’re a genius. I’ll write it special for you x

Come and nudge my hand whenever you want pets or attention, honey. I have plenty to give, I’m sure you know.

Of course baby! So many kisses to you! <3

Hiii sweet thing! Of course that’s fine, it’s all yours!

Thank you for the kind words darling, made me smile <3

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Aww thank you baby! I’m playing around with some new blog appearance stuff, and I’ve been on a big Alpharetta G kick lately :)

Butch! Frank taking reader out on a cute lil date and it turning into degrading smut

runs away

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