#aprilfrank

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[NSFW] Overstimulating Frank

Frank is noisy boy. Very noisy. 10/10. 

There’s lots of swearing. 

“Fuck, fuck! What the fuck-- Don’t-- Don’t fucking stop, I swear to- Fuck!”

Doesn’t really matter what you’re doing with him. Maybe your mouth is on his dick. Maybe you’re pegging the bastard. Don’t matter. It cool. 

He keeps holding onto the hop you’re going to let him go. The pressure builds and builds and he’s so ready to get off, “yes, come on, baby, fuck, I’m-” and then you stop. 

And then he lets out a half groan, half whine. “Wait, waaaait.... Fuck, why’d you... Why’d you stop...”

You let him calm down. All the while he’s heaving, chest rattling with uneven breaths. He looks dazed. 

You start again. Slowly. Letting him get used to it all over again.

The more times you disappoint him, the more whiny he gets. 

“For fucks sake,” he whines on the fifth time. He’s sweating. He’s exhausted. He so desperately wants you to let him fucking have it. To give him the release he craves. “God, you fucker... You fuckin’... Wait till I... Wait till I fuckin’... Get my hands on you...” 

Frank When His S/O Gets Attacked

Okay so I’m imagining this is set before the Entity’s Realm. 

Maybe you get attacked by some dudes. That’s just me spitballin’ here. 

You’re just chillin outside late and night, waiting on Frank to come outta the store. He wanted to go into a 24 hour convenience store and grab somethin’ to drink. Maybe you didn’t feel well. Maybe you needed the fresh air. 

While he’s away, you get approached by some... Drunks. Two of them. Frat boy types; big and drunk and stupid.

It starts out civil, even if... Annoying. They’re drunk, for gods sake. You deny their advances. 

They get angry. 

The next thing you know, they have hands on your wrists and you’re being pushed to the floor. 

It doesn’t get much further. 

You hear a bottle smash, and they do too. They look up. You whimper.

At Frank’s feet, shards of glass splinter and cheap wine oozes across the cement. 

He won’t have this. 

You know that your boyfriend is... Easily infuriated. 

Frank’s smaller than they are. They know that. Frank doesn’t seem aware. Or he doesn’t care. He’s like a tiny dog that picks fights with bigger ones because it’s not aware of its own tiny stature.

“You need somethin’?” One of the blokes assaulting you says. Frank’s glaring. He doesn’t quite look like a threat to them. 

That’s their mistake.

Frank may be small. He may look... Weak. But they weren’t expecting that butterfly knife hidden in the back of his of his belt. They weren’t expecting the finesse with which he wielded it. Maybe they were too drunk to really focus on the blade as it cut through the air. 

He didn’t kill them. 

But they won’t be doing anything strenuous for a while. 

You got to watch him straddling one of them, knife to their throat, telling them that he was going easy. “If you’re unlucky enough to see me again,” he says, “you ain’t gonna get out of it next time.”

And then he lifts his knife and uses it to point at you. You see the eyes of the drunks trailing after it, fixing on you. 

Frank lets out an eerily calm sigh, but you can tell he’s infuriated. The rattle of his chest and the heave of his shoulders as he holds one of the bastards down is enough to let you know. 

“And you see that?” He says. You’re too worked up to care that he’s referred to you as that. 

Frank puts his knife back to their throat. 

Happy Frank Day!

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