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self care; [frank imagine]

— Pairing: Frank (Endings, Beginnings) x Reader

— Summary: Heaven existed in the little games he played with you. In those instances where your eyes met and he knew—no one else ever saw you in that light. Not a single person other than Frank got to meet this side of you, and he got to have his fun with it. He's never been one to believe in soulmates, but the way you make him feel might just change his mind.

— Word count: 6.2k

— A/n: This is the 12th commission I got for my darling Malin, as part of the holidays celebration, and I hope from the bottom of my heart she enjoys it. 🌟 Happy reading.

— Warning(s): This is 18+ work. Minors DNI. Descriptions of explicit sexual content (f/m), mentions of violence, recreational drug, and alcohol use.

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𝄞 self care, by mac miller —

A match made in heaven, or something in between.

People liked to compliment you. Every time you and him Frank went out together, especially in those first couple of months when your friends and his friends were becoming used to the weird new reality where you are in a relationship, and he is in a relationship. They made a fuss back then.

The novelty of 'womanizer Frank' and 'independent girl You' being happy and together wears off, eventually, and you two share more than one laugh at how people know so little of just how perfect you two are together.

They don't know about the talks—serious and not. They never see Frank straining himself to communicate his feelings instead of acting out on them, or the lengths you must go to push yourself out of your shell and hyper-independence and let him be there. Let him love you.

People have no idea about the games.

And oh—you two love games.

Across the room, Frank's stare turns ice sharp when the man standing next to you places his hand on your waist and there he comes.

Round 1 is definitely yours.

cHe strides to where you are, making his way past people with a smooth and fake smile, and you observe behind your cocktail glass.

After leaving the man who’s been trying his best lines on you and meeting him halfway, Frank wastes no time. He slides an arm around your waist, speaking on the shell of your ear. His grip around you is firm, as always.

"Wait outside while I pay." His breath tickles your ear and the feeling of his lips brushing on your skin are better than the cocktail. “We’re going home,” he announces, his tone cool.

Inside his arms it's warm, warmer even than the packed club. “Are we?” You ask, cocking your head to the side.

Frank's stare makes your pulse heighten, mind gracing with thoughts and memories of him bending you backward or buried all the way inside you while giving you that same look. The 'i want you so bad i'll shut you up with my mouth for hours' look. 'I want you so bad I wanna make you cum until you cry' kind of look.

Waiting outside the club is a Twilight Zone moment.

A little bit of smugness.

Some flashes of him talking to other girls tonight. Every time, looking and paying more attention to you than any of them.

A little bit of—how the fuck did I get here, chuckled out of you.

Your hot breath is creating a fog in front of your face, and your pussy is throbbing while you wait for Frank to pay the bills at the bar. It'll take a while given the high number of people in line, and that only makes you swallow around a whine, crossing your leg one over the other.

If Frank were here, he'd ask Why does it feel like the Twilight Zone? and you'd have to explain that it's the cinematography of the night, mingled with the content of how insane your life has been. It would be a montage of black and white with some insane soundtrack, like a slowed-down version of Billie Eilish's 'Bad Guy' or something of the sort, and it would show numerous clips, all paralleling each other, multiple shots of you and Frank doing different versions of this game.

The tense ride home would be shown during the chorus, as you stared at Frank behind the wheels and his hand on your thigh did the devil's job at driving you up the walls, hanging from the ceiling.

From the way Frank's clenching his jaw, you can tell he's as affected as you are.

It's been two days since you last saw each other, and a week since you last fucked.

The party you just left was the pub celebration of how you and your friends did in the regional competition, and Frank showed up after you had started on the drinks.

Drinking and flirting with others, bored out of your mind as you waited for him to arrive and you could feel the flutter in your heart.

You two had stayed for almost three hours—one of your top five records, you thought proudly.

Frank's face looked straight ahead, not diverting once, and you tried calculating how much trouble you were in.

The prospects made you smile.

"Frank?"

No answer. He steered the wheel to take the right of your street, then looked at you, licking his lips.

"Are you proud of me?" The question was whispered, and some of the seriousness dissolves from his marble features.

You'd come in fifth place, the highest-ranking position from your peers at the gym, and you knew how proud Frank felt whenever you accomplished something. "Of course I am, Peach." Frank grabbed one of your hands in his free one and raised it to his lips, kissing the fingers multiple times. "You did so good."

Hgnhn. Triggering words, of course, because the fucker knew what he did from start to finish. Frank might've been lost for many years of his life, but it had always been impossible to deny his spark, and that came from how sharp his eyes could be. Calculating. Intense.

"Thanks," you said.

Frank smiled at you, small, but enchanted. "When we get inside, I want you to get upstairs and undress 'till you're wearing nothing but panties." It always amazed you how Frank could say these things in the same tone he thanked the assistant at the bank. "Think you can do that?"

He checked because you were a brat.

It was the key and surprising way Frank found of getting his way with you, always—all of his gentleness outside the bedroom, his soft looks or sweet spoken and funny words became something else, something bigger.

Frank dominated you by maneuvering you into the spot he wanted and once you were there, all the balls were on his court.

It was exhilarating.

"Sure," your mouth already feels a bit like cotton candy and the night has barely started.

This is why you started focusing your sexual energy.

What was the point of finding random guys to try and please you whenever Frank was away with the bands he managed when none of them would give you the things you were looking for, leaving you even more frustrated than before?

Swimming in that frustration, giving yourself pleasure, saving all the energy for when the right time came along—for when Frank came along and took you to every height you possibly could be much better.

Much more fun.

Hearing from Frank the same line of thought was one of the biggest highs in your life, too. Back when you two were still pretending the water between you both wasn't deep, or that the electricity your encounters created was normal.

"You think I'm sleeping with other girls? You think I can? That's funny, 'cause if it was a year ago, I would. I'd say I care, but—I slept with only one woman after you and I, Y/n, and it was... disappointing. Sex was never disappointing before. It wasn't bad because she was bad, you know—she just wasn't you. I wanted you there. All the things you can do. How well you listen to me, and talk to me. Only you can drive me crazy like this, Peach."

Peach. Because according to him, your cheeks looked like one.

It was his fault—the blush he put on them with the way he talked. How hot you got on his presence. The peach cheeks evolved to him buying you a peach lotion, something he saw on a window while shopping and "as an impulse", he got for you. His first gift, and the start of being his Peach.

He loved tasting you, didn't he? It fit.

And what a delicious thing to hear from him.

Only you can drive me crazy like this, Peach. Even with the breath of beer and the tousled hair of anxiety, you took all the words and raised him a, "Wanna go a little crazy right now?". It was a friend of yours' wedding reception, but the satin dress and wavy hair did things to Frank.

You liked driving him a little crazy, because he drove you absolutely insane.

Inside the house, Frank pushes you against the door after closing it and kisses you until there's no air left in your lungs and your lips are tingling.

The despair in his kiss tastes incredible.

It's like it was baked early in the morning with the first rays of sun streaming through the window and all the patience in the world. Frank kisses you harsh and deep, his tongue playing delicious and mellow games with yours, one of his hands gripping the nape of your neck while the other feels up the side of your body.

He only pulls away when you two gasp for air, breaking apart with red mouths.

"Upstairs," he says.

Undress 'till you're wearing nothing but panties. "Okay," you're breathing hard, and it draws Frank's eyes to your chest. He stares at it for a couple of seconds, then looks up at you with a smirk on his face.

Bastard.

He leaves to get the things you two will need in a few hours but will have no strength to pick up. Water, protein bars, a soda, maybe. He'll go to the bathroom, get some condoms, then take care of Arwen — your cat — before coming upstairs. He'd give her food, clean her litter, pet her for a while, and only then, he'd walk upstairs with the calmness of someone who's not a in a hurry to get anywhere.

He knows you're horrible at waiting.

Knows that whenever he leaves you for longer than five minutes craving for his touch and his attention, you'll turn into a puddle of raw nerves and sensitive skin.

When he walks inside your bedroom, Frank has most of his clothes off. You're still in your bathroom taking off the rest of your makeup, and his eyes do a pleased scan of your state—nothing but panties, hair down, rubbing the cotton pads on your skin while staring at him through the mirror.

He takes a detour to put all the stuff in his hands down and then his frame shows up in the reflexion again, coming closer behind you.

He's barefoot, only his jeans in his black t-shirt left from all the stuff he had, and the same look as the bar.

"You almost done?" Frank asks, sliding to fit his body behind yours.

You nod, feeling the fluttery anxiety again now that he's here and there are almost no barriers between you two.

After waiting a small piece of eternity for it, though, he's here, and that only adds spice to your thoughts. "I'm done."

"Good." Frank drops his head and puts his mouth on your shoulder, speaking and trailing kisses upwards, in direction of your neck. "Does that mean I can start talking about how fucking hot you were today? Hm?"The last 'hm' is punctuated with a kiss underneath your ear that's wetter than the previous ones, and his hands hold on your waist, but start caressing their way down your to the side of your ass. "I know everyone's already told you—I saw how many people came to talk to you today, Peach."

"Did you?" You're already sounding breathless, but it's the massage his hands are doing.

"Yeah." HIs beard mixed with the soft blows of air from his chuckling send shivers from your neck down your spine, and he moves the kisses to the other side. "'Course I did. All those idiots buying you shit and talking to you all night."

There weren't that many people, but that was the game. "They wanted my number," the words come out on their own accord, and the sharp slap that comes on your ass makes you yelp—even though you knew what you'd get from teasing him, you had your eyes closed. "As if they could get it," you scoff, moaning a little bit.

Frank scoffs, and bites down gently on your shoulder. "You definitely won tonight, didn't you, Peach?" Suddenly, Frank grabs your waist and spins you around, grabbing your face in his hands. "Had all those suckers talking to you 'cause they didn't know you're my baby."

"I missed you," is what you answer. You don't give a damn about winning, and Frank's now dangling something you missed, want and need in front of you. You tilt your head up, and he picks you up by hoisting your legs around his waist, giving in.

This kiss feels different than the one from downstairs right from the get-go.

Downstairs, Frank let his resolve go.

Here, he's a man on a mission.

There's control in the way he holds your neck and angles your face just right. He leaves one hand there and the other travels to your thigh, massaging it the same way he was doing the side of your body.

You moan against his lips, trying to speed up the kiss, but Frank's having none of it.

He pulls back, holding you by your hair.

"Easy, baby."

You whimper, chasing his lips. "I really missed you."

It makes him chuckle and smile, but Frank looks from your lips, then travels lower. "I missed you more." His gaze eats your tits up, but it's when it settles on your clothed pussy it makes your skin literally burn. Frank looks up, smiling. "I wanna eat you in so many fucking ways."

"Frank."

He kisses you again, smashing his lips against yours and pushing his waist to fit on yours.

When he's away, you miss this more than most things.

His presence and happy smile are always number one, but this a very close number two.

The way Frank's body and yours can click.

The energy that binds you to each other.

It's in the way you two speak, think, act on it. Frank's a dirty fucking bastard, and he loves the connection in a good fuck. He loves feeling your body up until you're begging for his touch at the core, dripping and pulsating for him.

He rotates his hips on yours, and you lose count of how many minutes you spend making out on the bathroom counter, rubbing against each other like horny teengers.

Eventually, the ziper gets to you—he's in pants and you're getting way too excited for this, and he's attuned to your responses to much that he gets it on the first wince.

"'m hurtin' you, Peach?"

"Ziper."

"Oh. Hold on." Frank untangles his fingers from your hair to open the ziper of his pants, and because he's Frank, he slides the zipper all the way down and opens the front of his pants wide. The outline of his cock is visible through the fabric of his boxers, and you push your hips forward again to feel him up again. "Fuck. Fuck, Peach. Just like that."

Feeling him up, even through his boxers, is enough to make your heat rise again.

Frank lets you have your fun. He watches you rub yourself against him, his gaze fixed on the parts of your body connecting, and he smiles with his mouth hanging open.

It's when you start moaning that he seems to think time to get the wheel back, and puts a hand around your throat before putting his lips back on yours.

"Wanna do so much to you," he says on your lips. "Wanna eat you out. Want to finger you 'till you're begging. You always beg so nice on my fingers, right, baby?" That gets a real moan out of you, and Frank seems to like it even more. "I wanna fuck you so bad."

"Do it, do it, do it—"

"Shhhh," he eats the moans and the pleas, biting on your bottom lip before sucking it to his mouth. Frank kisses you quiet, and it distracts you from what he's actually doing.

From his left hand leaving your back and traveling between your bodies.

It's only when he pulls his waist back and the heat of him is gone that you feel it—Frank pulls his dick out of his boxers, then slips your panties to the side. "'m gonna eat you out in the bed. More space." His voice is huskier than ever, something that only happens in bed, and you nod at him. "Wanna see you cum before we get there, though."

You lick your lips. "You're gonna make me cum?"

Frank looks up to you, then smirks.

"How?"

Instead of answering, Frank hols his dick by the base, and deliberately slowly, brings the tip of it to rub in circles against your clit.

It's the first loud moan of the night you imagine your neighbors can hear it.

Frank knows what it does to you—Frank's good enough in bed to know that pressing a button hard or fast or both is not a guarantee that this button will work. He knows that you need to understand the workings of a button to get maximum efficiency, and when Frank learned what playing with the head of his dick could do to your pussy, he never let it go.

"Does this feel like a good idea to you?" He shouldn't have to right to sound as composed as he does. "'Cause it seems you're liking it."

Then again, he's still mostly clothed while you're in panties, likely dripping on places you'll need to sanitize tomorrow.

He rubs the head against your clit again, then pushes just the head inside, and takes out. He repeats the motion a few times until you're whining, gripping with both hands around his shoulders.

This time, Frank leans over until he can kiss you and ask the words on your mouth. "Hmmm, Peach? Does this feel good?" The audacity he asks to ask that as you get wetter and wetter and the bathroom fills up with sounds of you two is gigantic, but you answer.

"So good." Your voice is a whimper. You push your waist down lower, a definite test to his indulgence that night, but a worthwhile one. When you take half of Frank just by meeting his thrust he moans on your mouth, and you feel his forehead as hot and clammy as yours. "I wanna cum."

"Babe," he groans. He takes his dick out and replaces it with two fingers sliding in you while his thumb takes care of your clit, and it's for the best he does so.

Getting dick drunk is something very real, especially in his presence.

His fingers are great, too.

"Frank."

His name feels like a prayer, and he takes the fingers that are inside to join his thumb in its work on your most sensitive spot. Frank's hands on your lower back push you closer to him and your legs to spread wider in consequence, and the way he stares openly at your exposed pussy makes you want to close your legs or open them even more.

It's conflicting.

He's consistent, too. His touches are not frail, or inexperienced, or insecure.

Frank knows exactly what goal he's working towards, and takes his time with it, not rushing you a second.

He presses the nub sometimes, then goes back to the same movements as before, speeding up or going harder only a handful of times to get you riding a whole roller coaster.

It's when your breathing starts coming out ragged that he knows you're getting closer.

He sees your smile and smiles to himself. "Y/n." The name in his voice fuel for more moans, but he calls it again. "Y/n." You open your eyes lazily, and his smile sinks teeth in your stomach. "You look so good."

He groans the words, and your eyes close in response, head falling back against the mirror behind you.

"No. Y/n." The command in his voice is almost enough, but then—, "Open your eyes. Look at me—like that. Yeah. I want your eyes on me when you cum, baby."

Eye contact is tricky.

It involves focusing, but at the same time, letting go. It was hard to keep your eyes open when your body wanted to contract as whole so bad—eyes closed, legs, insides. Frank's fingers working on you made you squirm; how could you focus when all you wanted was to squirm and feel more, feel harder and faster and— "Frank. Fuck, fuck. I'm gonna cum."

"Yeah?"

"Oh—fuck. Just like that."

"Open your eyes."

You force them open and it's staring into the black that replaced all that once was blue that does it for you. You let go, keeping your eye set on Frank and his face, melting your body at his merciless fingertips.

Being great with more parts of his body other than just his dick, Frank could make you curl your toes right from the start.

"Frank. Frank."

"I know, I know. It's ok, let go." The hand around your throat leaves, and it becomes fingers inside of you. "Right here, right?"

He pushes his middle and ring fingers inside, making a come hither on your g spot, and his name becomes mumbled and incoherent repetitions.

Frank's control of your body came with time, and it amazes you. It can make you bend, goosebumps rise, color paint your cheeks, and rivers flow from you.

Like now.

"God, look at you—cum, baby. Cum all over my fingers. That's it."

You sink your nails at his back, knowing he doesn't mind.

He keeps moving his fingers until the sensitivity is too much. That's when he distracts you with a kiss, picking you up and taking you away to the bedroom.

On the way there, Frank's kisses are soft. Simple pecks to your tingling mouth, little to no tongue as your soul comes back to your body.

The thing about Frank is that he knows what he's doing and he enjoys it.

Making you cum once before he even gets started on whatever it is he truly wants to do with you happens every time you fuck, and the one time you asked him about it, he chuckled and said, "i love seeing you cum."

Simple as that.

And people still ask you why did you lose your mind. If they knew the way he worships your thighs as he lays you down in bed, whispering things your ears fail to pick up because he's talking to himself more than with you—they'd see it too.

Frank takes his shirt off on the edge of the bed, then his jeans, and the sight of him in boxers makes you want to drop to your knees.

Slide right out of bed straight to the floor.

Almost as if sensing your wishes, Frank gets on the bed and hovers your body with his.

"Frank."

"Hm?" Each one of his hands is on either side of your ears, and you lock your calves around his legs so he can drop his weight on you. "Wanna make you cum too."

He smiles, lets the weight of his body fall on yours and starts kissing you all over your face. Slow, calculated presses of his lips on your cheeks, roaming down and down further as he speaks.

"I know you do. Such a good fucking girl," he gets to dip between your collarbones, and you feel his hips starting to move on yours again. "You love feeling my cock in your mouth, don't you?"

You groan in response, pushing your hips to meet his. "Yeah."

"Yeah. I know you do." Frank is the only guy who can sound so flattered and affected at the same time. His hips and the fact you're both still wearing underwear create friction that makes you even more sensitive, but Frank must think the whining is about his kisses which are now centered around your breasts. "But here's the thing—this is your night, Peach. You did so well today. I was so fucking proud of you. So I want more. Wanna see you cum 'till you're spacing out, you know? You think you can give me three today, Peach, baby?"

His lips get to the edge of your panties, and you sound like a kitten.

"Frank."

"Is that a yes? Words, baby." A dry sob escapes your lips, but you nod vigorously when his fingers start messing with the edge of the fabric. "Yeah? I can take these off?"

"Yes, please."

"Oh, thank you so much." He chuckles and bites on your thigh, settling himself between your legs like it's a second home. He removes the panties while giving attention to your legs, a part of your body he's infatuated with. "If it gets too much, just tap me on the head."

Your eyes roll to the back of your skull because with those words, Frank licks a stripe from the center of your pussy all the way up to your clit and when he gets there, he sucks on it.

"Ah, fuck."

He has no words for you because his mouth is otherwise occupied, and that's the moment your brain starts going foggy with pleasure.

Before Frank, you'd never gotten head from someone who cared about giving it. Your not-straight friends liked to tease you that 'that's the world of straight man, babes' and you knew they were right, but never knew how right until Frank sank to his knees for the first time on his apartment kitchen floor and went down on you like it was a hobbie.

Frank eats pussy the way you imagine other women must—like this is a part of the body he knows, and being smothered by it gives him immense pleasure.

He starts with alternating between licking your folds, pushing the tip of his tongue inside you and getting you wetter than the ocean, and then moves up to your swollen bud.

It's when he focuses there that you go wild.

"Frank—right there, oh, FUCK. Fuck." Deliriously calling his name, you feel the vibrations of something right inside you, and you realize Frank is laughing, chuckling at you. Right as he's sucking your clit on his tongue. He flattens the tongue on top of it and starts a motion from side to side that has you whimpering. "Hngn. Feels good. Oh, that feels so good."

This time, he pulls his head back just a fraction for some air and to say, "Yeah? Take your time, baby." He licks the whole thing again, and when you look down, the bottom half of his face is glistening with the dim light of your bedside table's lamp. "You're gonna cum like this, 'kay?"

Oh.

You nod. If Frank wants you to cum three times, he's going to work until it happens, and you reveal in trying to please him with it.

The next time he buries his face in your pussy, it's to finish his job.

Like he said, Frank is in no rush. It's one of the things that make sex with him the best—he never rushes you to cum, demands it, or tries to get there as fast as possible.

He's having fun using all the strength in his jaw to tongue fuck your pusssy.

He's loving it.

The louder your groans get, the more he seems to find the strength to continue. The strokes are rhythm and not fast, but they start building the heat in your lower belly in no time.

"Frank. Frank—I can't—oh, god."

There's the vibration of him humming, and you imagine how much he's hearing you.

His tongue stops entering you, only to go back to drawing circles and painting strokes on your clit, and you're aware that your moans are high enough for a show, but it feels that good.

It builds up that good.

Frank's mouth is too busy to walk you through it or praise you for it, but when you cum, he knows it's about to happen because your legs start closing around his neck more and more.

Lucky for you, he's strong enough to stop your thighs from choking him out of air, and even luckier—he never stops.

You don't have the mindset to give him a warning, but there's no need. Your whimpers draw closer to one another and he holds you by the knees, keeping your legs spread wide open and his tongue moving at the same pace and with the same pressure as before, not changing a thing until he feels your legs starting to shake around his neck, your name falling from his lips like water drops from the sky during a storm.

He eats you through it, then licks you clean after it.

The orgasm leaves more than just your legs shaking. Frank only leaves the space between your legs to crawl up and bury his face on your neck, probably needing the second or two himself.

It takes a few seconds before your mind is working again, but when it does, you turn your face to his. "Can I suck you off now?"

"Oh, god." He laughs.

"I want it." You sound like a brat.

Frank bites on your bottom lip, smiling. "If you put your mouth on me right now, I'm not gonna be able to cum again." He kisses you, short and sweet. "Been waiting too many fucking days to be inside you."

"Hm." That does sound nice. "Then get inside me."

Frank gives you a look, both eyebrows rising. "You're sensitive, you mouthy brat."

He's right about that—after two orgasms, if Frank puts his dick inside you right now your brain might turn to mush.

You run your palm over his cheek, scratching his beard. "Sit on my face a lil' bit, then?"

His smile grows three times. "You're..." he finishes with a sigh, but the happiness on his face sells you the deal. "Fine. You wanna feel the weight of my cock in this pretty mouth this bad, I'll give it to you."

Fucking hell you loved when Frank got a little mean.

He did it like he was so exasperated by your brattiness when in reality, he loved it. You could feel it in how extra careful he was even though he was about to be mean.

How thoroughly he checked you even while being mean.

Frank maneuvers himself so that his knees are on either side of your shoulders, and when you're both settled, he holds his dick by the base and he's the one who dictates how much you take or not.

From this angle, he'd likely choke you if he gave you too much, but he's right about his earlier assumption. You do love the weight of his dick in your lips.

He slides the head and as much as he can all the way in, then lets you take control just a bit with your hands and arms around his waist, grabbing his ass.

Frank trusts you to know your limits, and you're thankful for it.

Giving him head is not a task in any way, and it does give you the time you need until you're craving his touch one more time.

You know he's enjoying himself because Frank lets out those sharp, shaky breaths. He's not a vocal person like you, but his body is responsive. It twitches, it trembles, it leaks at the palm of your hands.

"Fuck." That's when you know he's getting close. "Peach."

He pulls it all the way out, and you look up at him with the drool sliding down your chin and all your desire to allow him to fuck you up.

"Stand up, baby." Frank moves back and gets off from on top of you, so you obey.

He takes a pillow and puts it behind your back so you don't hurt yourself, then sits you on his lap as you adjust yourself against the headboard of the bed.

Two months ago after getting tested and having a conversation about it, you and Frank ditched condoms.

Sometimes, he whispers in your eat that he's about to pump you full of his cum, gonna give you every last drop, baby, but he never does.

Saying it is enough to push you over the edge.

He knows you enjoy fucking him bare just as much as he does, and when he bottoms out inside of you, both of you need a moment to adjust to the heat and being so full.

"So tight, fucking hell."

And that.

His hips move slowly at first.

Frank likes using them in more ways than just pistoning himself in an out of you—another little point in the board of reasons why I let him fuck me 'till I'm dumb. It's a big board, and if other players saw what he has going on for him, maybe more people would be as happy as you.

Although he's not a vocal person, you read Frank like an open book by now.

It helps that he never tried shying away or hiding from you.

That when he's feeling good, his instinct is to grab your face to just look at you. "Look at me, Peach." He loves making eye contact with you.

He knows what it does for you both.

You never had such intimate and yet filthy sex before, but maybe Frank was just made for you.

It feels that way when he's buried balls deep inside, moving his hips in circles. It feels amazing against your clit, and to keep you from closing your eyes at how good it feels, Frank shoves two of his fingers inside your mouth.

"Keep lookin' at me."

Fuck.

"Harder," you moan around his fingers.

He gives it to you, changing the paces to a deep thrust. After a few seconds of the moans increasing between you two, Frank starts the real torture.

He moves his hips all the way back until his cock's almost out, and slips it all the way in again.

Over, and over, and over again. Until you're whispering his name, begging for a little more. "Frank, please."

He's half-listening. Frank watches the part where your bodies connect, entranced by the way his dick disappears inside of you. "Made for me, baby—fuck."

It does feel that way.

It's not until he's getting desperate himself that Frank starts doing what you both need.

He buries himself in you again, and starts the short, yet deep thursts, looking for the spot inside of you that'll make you cum all over again, making more of a mess between you two.

"Look how wet you are for me, Peach. Can you hear it?"

The whole room could.

Frank's thrusts find the spot, and that's when your mind goes blank.

White noise and a supernova in between your next breaths—your orgasm takes over your body when Frank hits the right place mercilessly and wraps his hand tight around your throat, making your whole body convulse, sensitive and overcome with everything.

You're aware he said something but it goes over your head.

You only catch the, "Oh, fuck, fuck, Peach—like that, cum on my cock. Fuck." And then he slides out of you, and hot streaks of cum cover your stomach.

The world stills, in and around you.

There's a ringing in your ear, and you become suddenly aware of the fact that you are very, very hot. Your body is burning, and with the weight of Frank pressed up against you, it's a volcano.

You live with it.

Smiling, even.

When he can feel his legs again, Frank will get up, grab the water bottle and make you drink it. He'll give you a protein bar and share it with you while you both lay on the sheets of your sweat and cum, too happy and dazed to do anything but eat and smile like idiots at each other.

Then, after that, he'll kiss you all over again.

Nothing like before—no extremeness, no desperation. Only passion, and love, and the soft comfort of being there.

Frank will tell you all the things that made him proud that night, both in the bedroom and outside of it, and you'll marvel at how this man ended up here, making you the center of his attention.

After he gets you laughing for the first time, he'll deem that your soul is back on its body and will hoist you up so you can both shower, and then he'll help you change the sheets on the bed so you can have a peaceful and clean sleep.

He'll sleep touching you somehow—neither one of you likes to cuddle that much, but you learned Frank loves having some part of him touching you, for some reason.

It says a lot about how much he wants to be just near you.

For now, though, you let the heat of his body melt your brain just a little more, and you feel the sweat connecting your bodies in all the ways it'd be gross if it weren't for the situation.

"Peach." He kisses your hair, and you realize that your brain is already back in motion. "You okay, baby?"

He always checks.

You smile, and turn your face to kiss the closest part of his face you can reach. "Yeah."

With him, you are. Always.

How I think different welcome home characters would react to you staring at them with that lovesick gaze

•Wally:

•Without a doubt would stare back with the same look

•“Are you alright dear? What’s with that look in your eyes?”

•Would definitely tease you about it

•Home will be informed

•Howdy:

•would be confused at first or pay you no mind

•“You alright over there darlin’?”

•100% got either a massive grin or a little smirk there is no middle ground

•gives you a kiss on the forehead if he’s not busy

•Eddie:

•he would be too busy rushing around to notice

•“hm? Oh- you look happy to see me! I’m guessing you had a good day?”

•oblivious as hell but it’s ok because he’s doing his best

•Never really realised it was a lovesick stare until someone else told him

•Barneby:

•Was making terrible jokes when he looked at you and saw that face

•“Heh, you must really like my jokes huh?”

•Definitely a tease but it’ll just be banter

•Try’s to fluster you with teasing but knows he’s just as bad

•Frank:

•Noticed because a butterfly flew past your face and he was watching it

•“H-How long have you been watching me-?”

•Flustered™️

•Would try to scold you but it more than likely won’t work

How different welcome home characters would react to you confessing

•Wally:

•He’d just smile at you and chuckle slightly

•“I’m proud of you for having the confidence to tell me and I hoped you’d say that. . . I love you too neighbour”

•He would hold your hands and kiss them both

•He would give you a massive hug after the confession

•Howdy:

•Was working when you told him

•“You- Huh?! W-wait- say that again! There’s no way I heard you right surely you didn’t just say you love me- wait hold it that doesn’t mean I don’t feel the same!”

•He’d be a mess

•Very apologetic for it sounding like he didn’t feel the same

•Eddie:

•Immediately wrote it down

•“I’m so glad you said that- I keep planning too confess to you but then I keep forgetting and it’s too late by then- oh I’m rambling aren’t I? Well uh I suppose I should say I love you too but I’m sure you already figured that out heh-“

•Awkwardly laughed and apologised for not giving you an immediate answer

•Started writing you love notes everyday considering how busy he is

•Barnaby:

•Thought you were joking at first

•“Wait- you actually mean it? Well that’s wonderful! I feel the same way!”

•Gave you a massive hug and went on and on about how he was planning on doing the same thing

•You’re spending the rest of the day with him you don’t get a say in it

•Frank:

•Was very surprised when you confessed

•“I. . . You. . . Damn you beat me to it. . . I was planning on doing the same thing later on today”

•Told you about how he had a whole romantic thing planned

•Held your hand for the rest of the time you were with him

If you are ok with it can we get the welcome home cast (or just Wally and or Eddie) when reader dodges their kiss? It's okay if not! <3

This is so cute! I’d be delighted to do so! I am afraid I couldn’t think of anything for Barnaby sorry :(

How welcome home characters would react to you dodging their kisses!

•Wally

•Confused at first

•Would try again

•“Why do you keep moving neighbour?”

•Would sneak up on you, kiss you on the cheek, then run

•Eddie Dear

•Immediately thinks you’re angry

•Would leave you alone for a few hours

•“Imma give you some space for a little while”

•Would end up asking before in future

•Howdy Pillar

•Thinks nothing of it

•Somewhat takes it as a challenge

•“I- … excuse me! I’m trying to kiss you sit still!”

•Would hold your face in place

•Frank Frankly

•Would start dodging yours in response

•Gives you the cold shoulder

•“if you wanted my attention you should’ve thought about that before avoiding my affection.”

•Would hold a grudge for like three hours

Can you please do how the welcome home characters would react to reader coming out to them 🏳‍🌈/🏳️‍⚧️ also can you do how they would react to reader laughing for the first time (they didn't laugh possibly due to past trauma but they laugh for the first time)

😇🙏

Oh? Two in one! How intriguing! Sorry for how late it is!

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How different Welcome Home characters would react if you came out as gay

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•Wally

•He wouldn’t really care

•“Oh? Ah I see, ok neighbour well as I was saying I don’t know what to paint-”

•Didn’t make him think any different of you

•Occasionally talks about people you both find attractive

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•Howdy

•Already knew

•“you say that like it’s not obvious”

•Helps you tell the others

•Strongest gaydar in the whole town

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•Barnaby

•Made a vine reference.

•“I thought you were American?”

•Makes little harmless jokes like that all the time

•Sorta like a dad

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•Eddie

•Doesn’t know what it is

•“I’m sorry- what does that mean?”

•Needs it explaining to him

•Try’s to remember definitely fails

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•Frank

•Does the same

•“Oh? You’re gay? That’s nice, I am too”

•Definitely tells you he could somewhat tell

•Also has a theory that Sally is a lesbian or at least bi and tells you about it

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How different Welcome Home characters would react to you laughing for the first time

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•Wally

•Just smiled

•“you have a nice laugh neighbour”

•Accidental rizz

•Try’s to make you laugh more

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•Howdy

•In awe

•“Woah. . . You. . . With a laugh like that you should let us hear it more”

•Literally the highlight of his year

•Sappy about it.

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•Barnaby

•Mentally celebrates

•“I never knew you liked my jokes that much”

•Brags about being able to make you laugh

•Definitely gets an ego boost

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•Eddie

•Probably forgot you hadn’t laughed before

•“Well ain’t that a laugh and a half!”

•Laughs with you

•Gushes about it to Frank

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•Frank

•Was with you and Eddie when he heard it

•“I agree, you have a very infectious laugh neighbour”

•Happily listens and agrees with Eddie when he’s gushing about it

•Lit up when he heard the laugh

Hey so after the confession was done can you give us some hcs for the characters? Romantic please.

Thank u

Ah some relationship headcanons? I gotcha!

Welcome home characters romantic headcanons

•Wally

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•Very affectionate but never flustered.

•“You’re the absolute most, you know that right?”

•Always within earshot of you if not by your side.

•Couple telepathy.

•Very smiley when sleepy.

•Gives you a kiss good morning everyday without fail.

•Little spoon.

•Acts like he knows nothing despite always knowing everything.

•You’re his favourite thing to paint.

•Picnic dates.

•Prefers horror movies on movie nights and probably laughs at them.

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•Barnaby

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•Brings you with him everywhere he goes.

•Constantly asking if you’re ok.

•Always gets you to help him pull pranks on the others.

•Always making puns.

•Asks very random questions for no reason.

•Gets up at like 2PM.

•Sleeps like a log.

•Bear hugs.

•Usually hanging out with you and Wally

•Really smart but Really dumb.

•Zoning out 24/7.

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•Frank

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•Catching butterflies together

•Tells you everything

•Constant sleepovers

•Not very physically affectionate but very affectionate verbally

•More of a follower than a leader

•Often info dumps about butterflies to you

•Great at baking

•Is willing to learn to cook but only if you help

•Just idly listens to you when you talk

•Is an early riser

•Silent footsteps and often scared you accidentally by just walking up behind you silently

Oh my that was a lot! I must admit I didn’t even notice this! I do apologise for my tardiness