The first time I saw Jenny I got so excited SHE LOOKS SO COOL 🥴🥴 I'm 99% sure Jenny, nico, and others weren't in the comics but I'm so happy they were added. Y'all don't understand... I've been obsessed with this show before it even existed. I USED TO READ THE COMIC EVERYDAY in 7th grade. I'm so happy the fandom is slowly growing.
Day 15: Aphrodisiac – Frank | Dead by daylight |FEMALE VER
Warning: Fem reader, no protection, penetration, fingering, the word cunt used a lot, english isn't my first language
A/n: Finally Frank is back my fav guy I'm so happy to include him in Kinktober <3
MALE VER
Valentine’s Day had never meant anything in the Fog. At least, not until the Entity decided to make it everyone’s problem.
The world had turned pink overnight. Every realm, every hallway, every slaughter field, had been drowned in roses and heart-shaped candles. Red petals floated in the air and glittering garlands hung from the hooks. Even the campfire flickered in shades of red, pink, and gold, its smoke smelling strongly of flowers.
But the trials were the same as always as trials never stopped for holidays.
You could feel that sentiment with your heart beating out of your chest as you ran. The sound of boots behind you, fast, relentless in the chase, cut through the haze of rose-scented air. Frank breathed heavily behind you, he’d been on you since the start, and the decorative hearts strung between branches looked more like mockery than actual festivity.
You dodged through the red fog, every breath filled with sweetness so thick it burned your throat. The forest seemed alive, petals trembling as they slowly decedent from the sky. A blur of motion behind you, his knife flashing, the glint of his mask, sent adrenaline screaming through your veins.
And then your foot caught on something, a root, a stone, maybe the edge of one of those weird bushes, and the world suddenly tilted. Roses, white and blood-red, swallowed you whole.
When you hit the ground, the impact knocked the air from your lungs. A split second later, Frank crashed down after you, his weight pinning you in a tangle of flowers and limbs, the air suddenly thick with sweetness.
The impact seemingly shook the bush, releasing a dense, cloud of perfume(?) from the crushed flowers. It wasn’t just floral, it was thick, sweet, with an undertone of something else, something musky and electric that hit the back of your throat. You coughed, trying to turn your head away, but the scent was everywhere, clinging to the air, clinging to you.
“What the fuck is that smell?” Frank’s voice was a low growl, his body a heavy and unmoving on top of you.
Then the heat started.
It wasn't a gentle warmth. It was like a flashfire igniting under your skin, a sudden, desperate need that coiled low in your belly. Your clothes, once just fabric, now felt like a prison, every brush of the material against your oversensitive nipples sending jolts of pure, undiluted lust straight to your cunt. You were soaking through your pants in seconds, a hot, slick ache building between your legs that demanded to be filled.
Frank went rigid on top of you. You felt the exact moment it hit him too. A full-body shudder wracked his frame, and a guttural, choked sound escaped his lips. The hard lines of his body, usually tense with aggression, were now vibrating with a different, more primal tension. His cock, hard and unmistakable, pressed against your thigh through his jeans, and he ground it against you with an involuntary, desperate roll of his hips.
“Fuck” he rasped, his voice ragged. “Fuck. What is this?”
His masked face was inches from yours. You could feel the hot puff of his breath, see the faint sheen of sweat already forming on the skin of his neck. The logical part of your brain, the part that always stayed calm, was screaming about magical pollen and Entity mind games, but it was a distant, fading voice. It was drowned out by the roaring in your blood, by the insistent, pounding need to get him inside you, now.
Your hands, acting on their own, came up to claw at the back of his jacket. “Frank” you breathed, and your own voice sounded foreign, husky and needy.
He didn’t need more invitation. His hands, usually used to wield a knife, fumbled with the hem of your shirt, yanking it up roughly. The cool air on your heated skin was a shock, but it was nothing compared to the sensation of his bare hand, sliding up your stomach to palm your breast. His touch was rough, frantic, but it was exactly what your body craved.
“Fuck, you’re so hot” he muttered, his thumb rubbing tight, frantic circles over your nipple through the fabric of your bra. “I can feel you fucking burning up.”
“Just tear it” you gasped, arching your back, pushing your breast harder into his hand. “Please, Frank.”
A dark, possessive sound rumbled in his chest. He hooked a finger under the cup of your bra and pulled, the flimsy material giving way with a satisfying rip. Your tit spilled into his hand, and his mouth went to your nipple immediately, his tongue licking over the stiff peak before he sucked it hard into his hot and wet mouth.
You cried out, the sensation so intense it was almost painful, a direct line of pleasure-pain shooting from your nipple to your clit. Your fingers tangled in his hair, not to pull him away, but to hold him there, to force him to suck harder, to take more. You could feel the smirk on his lips against your skin.
He released your nipple with a wet pop, his breath coming in harsh pants. “You like that? You like me using your tits?” He didn’t wait for an answer, his free hand going to the button of your pants, popping it open and dragging the zipper down in one jerky motion. “Need to feel this cunt. Need to know how fucking wet you are for me.”
He shoved his hand down your pants, his fingers sliding through your slick folds with no resistance. You moaned, a high, broken sound, your hips bucking off the ground to meet his touch.
“Jesus Christ” he groaned, his voice full of awe and raw hunger. He pushed two thick fingers inside you without any more warning, curling them, stretching you. “You’re fucking dripping. Soaking my fucking hand. This all for me?”
“Yes” you sobbed, the word tearing from your throat. “Yes, it’s you, it’s all for you, fuck, please…”
He fucked you with his fingers, a brutal, hurried rhythm that had you seeing stars. The rough fabric of his jeans rubbed against your inner thighs, the pressure of his body pinning you down, the scent of crushed flowers and sweat and him filling your senses, it was too much and somehow not enough. You were hurtling toward an orgasm already, your walls fluttering wildly around his thrusting fingers.
“Gonna make you come all over my hand” he snarled against your neck, biting down on the tender skin there. “Then I’m gonna fuck this pretty little cunt raw. Gonna fill you up. That what you want? You want my cock?”
“Yes! God, yes, Frank, I want your cock, I need it, please…”
He withdrew his fingers, and you whimpered at the loss, the empty ache returning instantly. He shoved your pants and underwear down to your knees. He them fumbled with his own belt, his movements uncharacteristically clumsy, his usual control and aggression destroyed by the potent need coursing through him.
He got his jeans open, shoving them down just enough to free his cock. You reached for him, your hand wrapping around his length. He was huge, thick and hard as steel. A drop of precum beaded at the tip and you smeared it with your thumb, earning a sharp, hissing gasp from him.
“Fucking hell, do that again” he demanded, his hips jerking into your touch.
But you were past playing. You guided him to your entrance, the head of his cock pressing against your dripping opening. You looked up into his dark eyes now that he stripped the mask off his face, your own eyes wide, pleading, completely stripped of any calm .
“Frank, fuck me. Now.”
A ragged groan tore from him and he drove forward, burying his entire length inside you in one hard thrust.
The fullness was a shockwave of pure, undiluted pleasure-pain that radiated out from your core. You screamed, your nails digging into the leather of his jacket as he stretched you, filled you, ruined you. He stayed there for a second, buried to the hilt, both of you panting, shaking, overwhelmed by the sensation.
“Fuck” he breathed, the word full of reverence. “You feel… fucking incredible. So tight. Gripping my cock like a fucking vise.”
He pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, letting you feel every inch of him, before slamming back in. And then he started to move. There was no no gentle rhythm. It was pure, animalistic fucking. His thrusts were hard and deep, pounding into you with a desperation that matched the fire in your veins. The bush rustled and shook around you, petals raining down on your heated skin with every movement.
His grunts and curses were constant, that and the sounds of your skin were the only things filling your ear. “Yeah, take it. Take my fucking cock. Your cunt is made for this, fucking made for me to wreck.”
You could only moan, your head thrashing side to side, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him even deeper, to take every last bit of him. The world narrowed to the slap of skin on skin, the scent of sex and flowers, and the overwhelming sensation of him pounding into your deepest, most sensitive spots. The coil in your belly tightened, ready to snap.
“I’m close” you choked out. “Frank, I’m so close…”
“Me too” he grunted, his pace becoming even more frantic, more erratic. “Gonna come inside this perfect cunt. Gonna fill you up. Come with me. Now.”
His command, growled up at you, was all it took. Your orgasm exploded through you, a silent, screaming wave of electric pleasure that ripped a raw shout from your throat. Your cunt pulled him in milking him which dragged his own release from him a second later. He shouted your name, a broken, guttural sound as he emptied himself deep inside you, his thrusts turning jerky and uncoordinated.
You collapsed forward onto his chest, both of you shuddering and gasping for air. The intense, scorching heat from the pollen began to recede, leaving a deep, satiated ache in its place. Frank’s arms came up around you, one hand resting possessively on the small of your back. His other hand came up to your chin, tilting your face up to his.
“That was…” he started, his voice hoarse.
A sharp crack of a twig snapping echoed from somewhere behind you. Frank’s body went stone-still beneath you. His head turned sharply toward the sound, post orgasm relaxation, vanishing in an instant.
Reblog to get the word out to the fandom! Don't let your friends walk into unexpected Non-Con And other Triggering situations without a warning!
So... This piece of shit person is using AI to scrape everyone's DBD fics on Ao3 and then post their own.
They then proceeded to post A Non-Con Catwin fic, disguised as a Catwin fic with no warnings.
So yeah, don't read their shitty AI generated texts. Don't give them the hits. In fact. I encourage everyone to go and put out a ton of short stories or art tonight and tomorrow to flood the page to make sure we push all the AI generated garbage stolen from other writers off the front page of any DBD search. Bury it.
GIF inspired by how I feel about AI swill in actual artist spaces.
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