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@codemistake
You should show your handsome face more often. Just saying :D
So you can satisfy your thirst, filthy greyface?
Dick me down Daddy!!!
If you're into incest, I strongly recommend that you seek help.
your thoughts on the alien?
A shitload of drooling going on, but nice tail.
Continued from here 'cause tumblr is a bitch.
Jo gets thrown against the wall with force, and she can't help but feel absolutely excited. The way he looks at her… vicious and predatory. The same look like the one he wore while he was mercilessly stabbing her the other day. He keeps teasing her. Gentle touches, tiny kisses. A vice grip around her throat, and another forceful blow against the wall. She knew Frank would be able to deliver. Jo grabs his face and pulls him closer, then feels his warm, wet muscle brushing against her lips.
'Nothing we do here matters.'
She lets him in.
Maybe it was how touch starved the extended time here had made him, or maybe he started going crazy. Maybe The Entity has hexed him by putting her here. Whatever it was, he didn't want it to stop.
"Come here." He growls, lifting her up off the couch with him. She wraps her legs around his waist, and Frank feels the heat of her bare chest pressed against his as he carries Jo over to the bed - accompanied by hungry kisses. He lies her back on the mattress, slipping her pants and underwear off before dropping to his knees on the floor. His fingers trail lightly up her thighs, making her skin bloom with goosebumps. His lips brush her inner thigh, teasingly pecking kisses before nibbling at the sensitive flesh. His eyes stay locked on her. Watching her squirm against the sheets, body aching for his touch as he focuses his attention anywhere except where she truly wants.
"Fuck, Frank. Please…" He grins to himself. He knew it. He knew that he was able to make her beg for him. With a pleased sound he dives forward. A content sigh coming from her as he finally delivers. Frank holds on tightly to her hips in an attempt to keep her still as skilled fingers now add to her building pleasure. Her fingers cling tightly into his hair, back arches off the bed as she comes. He crawls up to kiss her, leaving his jeans in a pile on the floor. Without much warning he grabs her waist, pulling her over to straddle him once again. His eyes locked between the two of them, mouth agape in a choked back moan as he watches himself disappear inside of her inch by inch. "Fuck baby…" he groans, his head cocking back in the moment of exquisite pleasure. "Fuckin' hell…" In a daze, he reaches for her hips. Warm palms clutching her naked flesh as he tries to ground himself, trying to stay coherent in the frenzy of sinful pleasure. He watches her rolling her hips, grinding herself against the hardness of his dick, causing both of them to moan in unison. Their eyes meet again, and there's something predatory in the way she looks at him. The heavy breathing, the smirk, the way her brows are knit together. Frank can't tell if Jo is going to fuck him or kill him. He arches his back, rutting into her until they're both panting and moaning for more. They meet in the middle - her lips dance across his in a passionate tango of lust and obsession. "God-" he gasps, hissing when she bites his lower lip, pulling it when he tries to pull away. His chest rumbles in a low chuckle. He pushes his body flush against hers, grinding into her. "You're so fuckin' hot." She lets out a cheeky laugh. Her hands roam along his chest before sharp nails dig into his flesh. She makes the most addicting sounds he's ever heard. Frank lifts his hand to caress her face - thumb tracing her lips before pushing past them. Jo rolls her tongue around it, sucking until he pulls it out with a wet pop, and moves it down to rub circles between her legs. Her moans become guttural and her eyes darken. There's something else hiding behind her surface, scratching and gnawing against her from the inside. Frank can see it, feel it. She's the most beautiful thing he ever had the chance to lay his eyes on. Maybe she's just as sick as he is. Wanting to give herself to him. Letting him fuck her however he wanted, and giving him whatever he wanted. But he is just as devoted to her as she is to him. He'd kneel and beg for her. He'd let her use him as her toy and he'd do anything for her. They are both a blessing and a curse to each other. She gasps, back arching and eyes rolling. Jo claws at his shoulder, drawing lines of beautiful crimson down his chest as she rolls her hips. As soon as her body starts to spasm, his hands disappear behind his head to white-knuckle the bed frame. Frank hisses, thrusting his hips up in time with hers, setting a rigorous pace. The bed creaks loudly as their bodies collide with one another. He buries his face in the crook of her neck and bites down, hard - drawing blood in the process. Ragged sighs of profanity fall from his lips.
They stay like that for a moment. "You're beautiful." he murmurs and plants a firm kiss on the crown of her head, before Jo moves to lay down beside him. Frank leans over the edge of the bed for a moment before coming back up with a pair of cigarettes, handing one over to the girl. He clicks the lighter to life and takes a long drag before blowing a large cloud of smoke toward the ceiling. @chuckyjigsaw
03-07-2023, 3 AM
She's taken aback for a moment but quickly regains her composure in order to not snap at him too early. "Apologize? For what? Carving my jugular out?" She cocks a brow. Jo can't ignore the fact that the way he speaks sounds scripted and rehearsed. For a moment her mind quirks the thought that Frank needed to have control over his temper in the first place in order for him to lose it. She snorts. "So what? You think you can just come here without permission after pulling a stunt like that, you asshole?" The thought of how good her knuckles would feel connecting with his jaw is crossing her mind but she quickly pushes it aside. She doesn't care about the incident. In fact, it is his half-assed apology and shitty attitude that's really making her blood boil. Frank leans back with his hands behind his head. He seems to be getting comfortable. Great. She's not going to get rid of him anytime soon, unless she physically pushes him out.
Jo's eyes roam over his figure while he absentmindedly picks at one of the couches many loose threads. The tension is leaving her body in a long sigh as she finally allows herself to relax. She takes a seat beside him. Her mischievous grin back on her face. He smells like aerosol body spray and cheap 3-in-1 shampoo, which is a huge contrast to the overwhelming scent of blood, sweat, and dirt from the other day. "Alright... I know apologizing isn't something you're really used to, so I appreciate it. Thanks." Frank smiles. A genuine one like he feels a sense of pride in himself. Once again Jo is focused on his features. The angle of his jaw. The dark circles under his eyes. The numerous scars that decorate his skin. The warm glow of the lamp reflects the occasional stud of silver coated jewelry. He's beautiful.
When their eyes meet they just stare at each other for a moment. Frank knows she's been looking at him the whole time. Not like Jo has done much to try and hide it. Again, she can't take her eyes off of his. However, this time there is no aggression behind them. The Entity isn't around – she has no control over the two. They are calm. Relaxed. He smirks a bit. It is condescending and devilish as if he'd been reading her thoughts. It is endearing. It is hot and she hates it.
He inches closer. His lips ghosting hers for a second before they move back up over her jaw and to her ear. His raspy voice is sending shivers down her spine. His breath on her skin is intoxicating and keeps drawing her in.
No, don't let him win so easily!
A pant escapes her, and Jo slightly turns her head – her lips grazing over his.
'We're stuck in this shithole forever. Nothing we do here matters.'
Frank pulls her on his lap. His eyes are full of lust. His breath is hot and steamy. Fuck, he's so beautiful. Oh, how easy it would be to let go. Just give in and let him devour her completely.
'Nothing we do here matters.'
Jo leans in – lips slightly parted.
No, not like this!
She stops in her tracks and a dirty grin appears on her face while she backs off. "Seriously?! You think I'm that easy, Morrison?" Jo slaps him across the face before she stands up. Frank looks at her completely flabbergasted. "You come here with your silly and rehearsed apology, and think I'm gonna melt while you fucking groan into my ear? Give me a fucking break, pretty boy!" His eyes darken and the puzzled expression turns to anger.
Yes!
Jo is about to walk away, when Frank suddenly stands up.
@codemistake
His hand moves to cup her face and pull her closer in order to close the gap between them, when the girl suddenly backs off. She starts bitching and... she slaps him?! What?! Frank is completely and utterly stunned. What is happening? He keeps staring at her in disbelief. She yells at him, and he doesn't like it at all, yet, he feels heavily aroused. Is this going to be another round of their little game? Jo wants it too. He knows that. The way her body reacted to him made it crystal clear, but what is this - she's walking away? Fine. Let's play. Frank gets up from the couch. He quickly grabs her shoulder, spins her around, and throws her against the wall with force. His figure looms over hers, and the light behind him casts a deep shadow over her shrinking form. Her eyes however, are glowing with anticipation. The boy's mouth turns into a defiant snarl. "You wanna play, bitch? Fine by me." His fingers twitch to touch her, and something below his belt does too. His blood is hot under his skin as he imagines all of the things he wants to do to her. Jo grins at him. It is nasty and endearing. It makes him powerful and weak at the same time. A part of Frank wants to rush in - tear away the layers of clothing keeping her covered and collapse her shaking knees to the ground, rip at her hair and force her to choke him down. Or, perhaps, use his trusty knife to drag weeping lines down her exposed flesh, having the girl cry out and squirm underneath him. The thought makes the boy shiver in need. Or, he could take his time. A bit unlike him, sure, but this was a special occasion. He could play it slow, drag his fingers up her arms - to the dips of her collarbones. Witness every last goosebump in its wake. He could flatten the palm of his hands and slide them up her shirt until she's the one trying to take it off. Trace the outline of her arousal through her underwear until that condescending look on her face turns into one of want. And he knows he could do it, too. Oh, he could work her until she's practically begging for him to take her. Mind racing, eager arousal bubbling within him, Frank brings a hand up to Jo's face and pats her cheek before he flattens his palm against her flesh. It's dewy - hot. Soft. Gently, he caresses her. His thumb rubbing saccharine circles into her skin. Her eyes are fixated on him with a panting breath ghosting past her lips. "You like that, bitch? You like me touching you, huh?" He moves closer. His face only inches away from hers, he presses his throbbing groin against her body. "You want this. You need someone to take control over you for once. I bet you're dripping wet already." Jo's eyes become glassy and she starts biting her lip. Frank grins to himself as he starts brushing his lips over hers - gently, slowly. Eager to tease her as much as possible. His other hand finds its way to her hip, and he gives it a firm grip before he slowly moves up and under her shirt, and then leaves his hand just resting on her waist. "Are you enjoying the game so far, baby? Want to continue? Hmm..?" He hums against her lips before gently kissing her. Again... and again. Just tiny little kisses - enough to make her feel his lips on her own, yet not firm enough to actually be enjoyable. Frank stops caressing her face and moves his hand to grab her throat, and bashes her head against the wall. "Or do you like this version of the game better? Just tell me, and I will oblige." Her panting becomes rapid. Talk about fun. A shaky hand moves to cup his face, pulling him closer, and Frank starts brushing his tongue against her lips.
@chuckyjigsaw
Why exactly are we being mean to Danny?
Is there ever a reason not to?
乐队pa
What's you favorite food?
I'm a simple guy when it comes to food. Pizza, fries, burger are things I'll always eat. But I also appreciate if someone takes the time to actually cook for me. I mean, nothing really beats homemade food, right?
From Mun to Mun: I LOVE YOU
Love you too, dear. Thanks for being patient with me. <3
( Ф罒Φ ) <FRANK IS THE BEST!!
Danny got stuck in mud while carrying a survivor at Backwater Swamp. He lost his boot, his sock, the survivor got away, all survivors escaped and now he’s being laughed at by the kids. His pride and reputation is in ruin.
Her eyes shoot open while she jolts up from the bed. Her hand immediately touching her throat, searching for the wound that isn't there. It takes a few seconds for Jo to collect her thoughts. Frank killed her. That bastard actually did it. She slides to the edge of the bed and puts her feet on the ground while studying her environment. She's in her own cabin. All her personal belongings are here. So this happens whenever one of the survivors dies - They just get send back to their fucking cabin. A snort. She groggily stands up from the bed and makes her way to the bathroom to take a look in the mirror. Nothing there. Not even a scratch. Her fingers trace her neck. The skin is smooth. Untouched. Unaltered. Out of sight, out of mind. Jo turns on the faucet and splashes some cold water on her face, before she stares at her reflection once more. A faint smile is looming on her face while she recalls the incident. It hurt. Fuck yes, it did. But the way Frank was straddling her, pushing and pinning her down while staring into her eyes with nothing but pure maliciousness... It just left her helplessly turned on. Ever since their first meeting Jo felt weirdly attracted to him, and the fact that he actually mirrored her dynamic made her curious. Highly confused, but curious. They couldn't stop teasing each other, cussing at each other, pissing each other off. Again, and again, and again. Always going for the other. Strangely magnetic. Intense. She strips out of her clothes and steps into the shower. She suddenly feels dirty, in a good way. The next couple of days are mundane. The Entity calls her into a trial, Jocelyn has the time of her life hunting down survivors, repeat. Everything is as always. Boring everyday life. No sign of him, though. Frank didn't chill at the campfire like he usually does. Did the Entity punish him because he offed a fellow killer? Should she stop by his cabin and check on him? What the fuck? Why is she thinking about it? She couldn't give two fucks about what happened to him. Baffled, she enters her cabin. The lamp by the couch gave it a warm cozy glow. Jo is about to plop down, when movement out of the corner of her eye suddenly catches her attention. A figure stands in the middle of her living room. The sight makes her stomach drop. "What the fuck are you doing here?" she doesn't know whether to be angry, annoyed, or relieved at the fact that he was there. How long had he been waiting for her?
@codemistake
Frank ignores her question. It was hard enough for him to get here in the first place. And now that she's standing in front of him, looking at him - alive - with a mixture of anger, contempt and… is it relief? He can't quite grasp it. Frank had to come here - had to see her. He couldn't stay away any longer. This strange attraction keeps pulling him in - tugging on his guts. It makes him feel sick to the core, but his body, his mind keeps demanding more. He's addicted. Jocelyn is his own personal brand of heroin. "Nice to see you too." he scoffs, pacing the floor slowly, nonchalantly taking notice of the unfamiliar surroundings. He casually picks up a framed picture from the coffee table. A gift from the Entity. It's a selfie of Jo with a wild songbird on her shoulder. "I just wanted to talk." he says flatly - his eyes never leaving the photo. "About what happened the other day." Frank studies the image until he decides to put it back on the table, seemingly bored with it. His attention then went back to the walls which, aside from the occasional cobweb, hold nothing of true interest. "I wanted to apologize." He sits down on the couch and takes out a pack of cigarettes, turning the box over his hands like a puzzle with no intent on opening it. The goal is to fidget and avoid her gaze. "I lost my temper. It was a dick move. I'm sorry." After seconds of dead silence a snort comes from the girl. He snaps. His gaze now on her, piercing and irritated. "Listen, I'm acknowledging my shitty behavior and trying to make amends or whatever therapist babble bullshit Joey said would help with my moods." He rolls his eyes at the concept. "So I don't give a shit what you think about it, or if you forgive me or not." His attention turns back to the pack of cigarettes. He does care. A lot. But he would rather get impaled by one of the Entity's spider legs than having her know. "I came here to talk, which... wasn't a close walk. So how about we forget about all of that, and you're going to at least humor me a little?" he shoves the pack of cigarettes back into his pocket before stretching his arms over his head and leaning back against the cushions - a sly look on his face. Frank desperately tries to regain his composure. When Jo walks over and sits down next to him, it happens again. Her scent starts crashing into his nose, engulfing him completely, making him dizzy. God, how much he loathes feeling like this. God, how much he needs it. She's looking at him with that glint of mischief in her eyes and a sassy grin on her lips, and Frank decides that he finally had enough. He wants to test the waters. Worst case scenario would be a punch in the face, or a knife between his ribs. So he slowly starts leaning over toward her - lips ghosting over her jaw and come to a halt over her ear. "We're stuck in this shithole forever." His voice low and hoarse. "Nothing we do here matters... besides maybe awarding us with the occasional trinket from a past we don’t even remember. We can't die." He greedily inhales more of her scent. "Hell, look at you... You're fine. Not even a scratch." She pants. Frank smirks. He knew it. All the fighting, the swearing, the insults. All the blood, the bruises and the broken bones. It all has been one massive foreplay for the both of them. It all led them here. There's no going back now. After all, why deny himself of something he'd always wanted? The sexual tension is so dense you could cut it with a knife, and with one swift motion Frank pulls her over on his lap. @chuckyjigsaw
Hey Frank, looking forward gutting Nicolas Cage? 😂
You betcha!