#kate dbd

Nea despises Kate every time she gets put in the cuck chair. She glares at the back of Kate's head as she eats you out. Nea wishes she was the one going down on you, but you told her she didn't earn it. So now she is huffing and puffing in the corner of your room. She's about to ask if it's her turn yet, or maybe she might be allowed to touch you.

You don't allow her to do anything but practically growl in the chair. So what does she do she grabs a pair of your panties and sniffs them. You notice and smirk, she's so desperate for you she is back to steal your panties. "I told you not to leave that chair, guess you're gonna be there longer..." Nea is now pissed and Kate just smirks and moans into you. The sounds of her eating you out bouncing off the wall, making Nea even more feral.

You're in a trial with Ghostface and of course Nea and Kate are bickering. It doesn't surprise you really, but in a quiet trial with one of the sneakiest killers. So when you stumbled across them with Ghostface hot on your trail you just stopped. They were yelling at each other about whether or not your orgasm counted to their tally. You turned around and Ghostface was just standing there as well, watching everything go down. "Damn this is what you gotta put up with?" He just laughs under his mask in disbelief. He shakes his head and pulls out his camera. He snaps a few photos of them and then you, just staring at them in annoyance.

"Are you seriously taking pictures of this right now?" You turn to ask him "Hey this is entertaining and I'm gonna show my killer friends" You roll your eyes "Knock it off or nobody is fucking me" they immediately shut up and look at you. Danny just laughs harder "Hey since this has been entertaining I'll let you guys have this match.." he walks away and you have half the mind to follow him and get away from the drama.

The first thing Frank does when he returns to his senses is pull the mast from his face. His forehead glistens with sweat, his cheeks flushed a red matched only by the crimson dripping from the blade in his hand. He staggers a few steps clutching his chest as he fights to catch his breath.

There's a pleasant hum in the back of his head, his instincts telling him that he's pleased the Entity this time. Though he doesn't remember much of the Trial. They all blur together now. He remembers when he still felt guilty about the janitor he'd killed back in the old world. Now, he stabs, maims, and destroys but can't spare a moment to mourn any of his repetitive victims.

Well, all except one.

He's been sent to the swamp and stands in the exit gates, where he'd managed to kill the last one of this bunch. That obnoxious girl… oh he really ought to remember their names. She would appreciate it. She probably won't appreciate the constant murdering, but she knows it isn't really his choice.

He kicks his boots against the brick wall lining the exit, watching some of the loose mud fall from them. He'll have to clean them off better when he gets somewhere a little less damp, but out here? That could take ages.

Instead, the black web the Entity uses to keep him from leaving the Trial finally melts back into the ground and Frank finally can leave. The Entity must trust him not to follow the survivors any further. Instinctively, his mind points him in the right direction. Going left from here would lead him back to Ormond where Joey, Susie, and Julie are all waiting, but he doesn't return yet. So he picks a different direction and just starts walking.

Frank feels awfully strange. There's a toxic cocktail in his mind, a mix of anger and exhaustion. He hates this. Losing control of himself, being filled with an instinctive range devoid of any rational thinking. The Entity forces him to kill. Blinds him to who he's truly chasing and turns him into a frenzied monster. Frank never deluded himself into thinking that he was a saint before, but he was never like this.

So he walks through a dark forest and tries to calm his anger and his racing heart. He stops for a moment and leans against a tree, just trying to collect himself when he hears it.

The gentle strumming of a guitar floats through the silence of the forest. A languid, slow tune, and Frank knows who it is immediately.

He follows the sound to a small clearing in the forest, and sees her. Blond hair sweeping down her shoulders, a soft smile on her lips. Frank stops about fifteen feet away and watches Kate for a few moments, already feeling some of the stress melt away.

But it's not enough. There's a tension in his shoulders, a tightness in his fists. He's still enraged, and Kate deserves better than to have to be around him when he's like this. His rage had made him blow his chance with Julie, months ago, before they ended up in this hell, and he won't lose another woman to his emotions again.

"Are you going to keep staring? Or will you finally come join me?" Kate asks softly.

Frank's head snaps up. "I didn't realize you could hear me."

"Your footsteps are loud when you're upset."

Frank takes a few steps forward but stops himself. "Not right now. I'm in a shitty mood, and you deserve better."

Kate only stops strumming for about three seconds. "That's sweet, but still, you're welcome to stay." She continues the gentle melody on the guitar. Frank means to leave, but his feet propel him in the opposite direction until he's sitting beside her, on a fallen tree trunk.

"Rough time out there?" she says once he sits.

"What does it matter? They're all the same anymore," Franks answers bluntly, staring down at the dirt.

Kate sighs beside him, a sad sound. "I'm only trying to make conversation," she says quietly. She stops playing and sits back against the log, lips pressed together in a thin line. Frank can't help but feel a little guilty.

The silence between them stretches out, time slowing to an agonizing crawl. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped," he says after a moment.

Kate puts her hand on his shoulder, her fingertips brushing lightly against his collarbone. "No, it's not your fault. You said you needed space, and I asked you to stay. You were trying to do the right thing."

Her voice is gentle, the words far kinder than he deserves. Kate's too good for him, he's known that to be true since they started this… whatever this is. She deserves someone better, but keeps choosing him.

And Frank isn't really sure what to do with that.

"I wish I was stronger."

"Stronger how?" Kate asks, looking over at him.

"To stop having my mind controlled every time a Trial starts. I can't stop it, and I keep hurting your friends. Keep hurting you."

He expects Kate to respond with empty words. A poor attempt at comfort, a bandage that doesn't fit the wound. "It's okay," or "You're doing your best," maybe.

The silence is a surprise. Kate doesn't have an answer for that, just leans back against the log, her blonde hair finally slipping away from her face, revealing blue eyes glazed with tears. And Frank curses himself silently. He's making her cry. "Oh, Kate, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

Kate cuts him off, her voice filled with a rage Frank's never heard before. "It's not you I'm angry at. It's this stupid Entity. The other killers, they're monsters. The Trapper murdered dozens or more in his old life. The Doctor tortured people. But you and your friends, you're just kids!" Her hands flail out to the side as she rants, her voice clipped.

"We. I killed a guy too," Frank says.

But that just seems to further enrage Kate. "But that's different. You were a kid in a bad situation. One bad decision that went too far. That's not the same as torturing prisoners or causing an underground cave in. You never should have been lumped in with them and forced to kill. We don't deserve this. None of us do, yourself included."

The tears finally fall and Kate buries her head in her hands. Frank puts an arm around her shoulders and she leans against his chest. "I guess our Hells aren't too different," he says quietly.

"It's strange. We're on opposite sides, and yet, we're both victims here," she mumbles.

"Star-crossed lovers?" Frank asks, with a small smile. And when he feels Kate not against him, he adds. "You could almost right a song about it."

And that gets a laugh. A quick, quiet one, but it's better than the tears. Frank gives Kate's shoulders a gentle squeeze as they sit together, just making the most of the time together.

But then, he hears Kate speak up, her voice muffled against his chest. "Is that what we are now? Lovers?"

And Frank freezes, every single cell in his body locking in place. He'd used that word, hadn't he? Put a label on something, spoken the quiet part out loud, not even knowing whether his feelings were returns. He tries to come up with a response. An excuse, an explanation perhaps, but the words fail him.

Kate trails her fingers down his arm, trailing over the faded hoodie, not minding the dirt and the faded bloodstains that will never truly wash out. When her fingers reach his wrist, she rotates her hand to clasp his. She pulls away from his chest to look him in the eyes. "I like it."

And wow, does Frank not deserve any of this. Not the kind words, the smiles, even being in Kate's presence. But he'll be damned if he's going to miss a moment of this. He'll take every second of this he can get.

Frank shifts his arm from Kate's shoulders to the small of her back, holding her close. She closes the distance between them and their lips meet and for a second Frank forgets everything else.

Forgets about the realm they've been trapped in. Forgets the games they play for the Entity's amusement, the chasing and killing again and again. Forgets that even in the most unlikely of outcomes, where they escape this place, he'll be a wanted man and Kate a minor celebrity. Forgets that a feeling, no, a love like this never would have happened had their lives not been utterly uprooted in the first place.

Because for just a moment, Kate is choosing him. The kiss deepens and Frank decides that he'll trade another eternity in this hell for a few more kisses. Because here, he has someone.

The kiss ends and Kate shifts, their foreheads pressing together as she squeezes his hand. A warm, fuzzy feeling rises in his chest, something Frank has never felt in his life, not even once.

"What's so funny?" asks Kate and it's only then that Frank realizes he's laughing.

"Nothing. Just, lovers," he says, drawing out the world. "A little sappy, isn't it?"

"You said it first," Kate reminds him with a warm smile.

"I did. And I meant it too."

Kate opens her mouth to say something else, but no words come. A strange, dark fog begins to rise up from the ground, surrounding her, and Frank curses. The Entity is pulling her into a Trial, taking her away from him again.

But Kate doesn't stop smiling, though her expression seems sadder now. "Hey, it's alright," she says, even though things are far from alright. "I'll find you later, okay?"

"Hurry back," Frank says quietly.

Kate chuckles again then looks at Frank with a gleam in her eye. "I'll see what I can do, Love."

As the fog takes her away, the last thing Frank feels is her lips, gently kissing him on the forehead. She disappears and the fog fades, and Frank feels cold again. Kate had been so warm against him and now, now he's alone again. But his forehead where she'd kissed him is still warm. Frank slowly reaches up to touch that last patch of warm skin. He can't see his reflection out here, but if he could, he's sure he'd see a silly little smile on his face.

His eyes slide shut as he contemplates it all. He meant it before, when he decided he'd weather this storm, never lose that last bit of hope, as long as Kate still chooses him.

"Do your worst," he speaks aloud, wondering if the Entity can hear him, and hoping it does. "I'll never give in to you, because you brought me to her."

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I hope this tides you over while I try to figure out how to make the prompt fit my writing style.