#kog x reader

[skeletons-can-draw-too]

I just want her to be happy

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

Frankie's a butch. I'm not taking constructive criticism. The reader is fem in this and uses she/her pronouns. Also, I've written way too much for one day. Goodnight. I'm going to bed now.

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What it's like dating Frankie (fem Reader)

★ She's punched people for looking at you wrong. When a stranger says something inappropriate, like a comment about your body, Frankie's next to you in seconds. "Say it again." She snaps. Wanting a reason to fight.

★ Frankie doesn't have much. But she insists on paying for dinner. Even when it's just cheap, processed, vending machine crap. Somehow, she makes it feel special. Remembering your favorites. And surprising you with food after a long day. "Here, I know you like chicken nuggets."

★ Date nights involve her spending the night at yours. Laying on the couch and watching movies. Your limbs tangled together. Best part? Frankie falls asleep halfway through the film. Drifting off to the sound of your heartbeat.

★ If you're cold, she hands you a hoodie that's way too big. It smells like oil and looks like a dress. Seeing you in it... it makes her feel giddy. Like you're the cutest thing she's ever seen!

★ You don't go out to bars that often. But if you do, it's with her. Because Frankie's good at scaring away creeps. People flirt with you, right in front of her. And she feels the need need to wrap her arm around yours. “Eyes off. She’s taken.”

[amphibiahawks321]

[Y/N and Gwen sit together on the couch, watching the movies created by Park Planet. Both of them sit comfortably as a blanket covers them both, and there's a plug connecting from her head onto the TV kabel]

M!Reader : I'm shocked you have the data of movies from your other variants!

[Y/N sitting with crossed legs and the empty space between his thighs has a bowl of popcorn]

M!Reader : Do not tell Andi and Frankie about this, especially Frankie. I love them, but I want to be the only one who gets access to picking which movies I get to watch–i'll tell them about this some time later on by saying, "I just found out that" but for now...

[Y/N leans his head against the shoulder of Gwen, smiling warmly while staring at her. Gwen wearing a genuine smile on her face and pats Y/N's hair gently]

M!Reader : Chuckles, I want this type of moment only for us to experience–[CREAK.. it's the sound of the door opening–

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The lights turn on.

M!Reader : OH SON OF A–

Andi : Sighs, hey Y/N, unfortunately the parts we ordered–...

[Andi walks in and sees the movie still playing. All three go silent. Y/N and Andi have awkwardness written all over their faces while Gwen opens her eyes and stares at Andi with her usual smile]

Andi : ...Are you watching Park Planet movies... On command?–

[Frankie peeks her head in the room in an instant]

Frankie : WAIT WHAT?!—

[junebuggiezz]

Toothache ✦ Frankie

𖦹—I know it's been a day. I like her, okay?

Fem leaning, but can be Gender neutral || Frankie/Reader || Description of injury || Spit and blood ||

You glare down at Frankie with a hand grabbing the underside of her jaw, her eyes staring wide-eyed. She kept her mouth shut, locked to prevent you from prying it open.

Usually when she came back home, she would always announce her presence and spill about her day. Instead, she walked through the door with her jaw ticking, rubbing the right side of her cheek with a look of frustration. THAT you noticed and you immediately asked if she was okay.

You didn't get a fake or boisterous "Yeah, I'm fine!", you got a thumbs up and a nod.

So that was suspicious, and you said so yourself.

And she stood there with a blank smile before trying to book it to her room.

You immediately jumped on her back in an attempt to weigh her down. It thankfully worked, the burly woman caught off guard by the sudden attack. The two of you wrestled on the floor before it led to now—straddling her waist as your hand gripped her jaw.

"Frankie," You drag irritably, "I know you're hiding something, so it'd be better for the both of us if you just opened your mouth and spit it out!"

Your girlfriend grunts as she attempts to lean her head away from you, which makes you grip her cheeks, forcing her to look at you with pursed lips. She flinches and squeezes her eyes shut.

You're able to hear a sound similar to "Ow!" resonate from the back of her throat. A dribble of spit leaks from her mouth.

It takes you a second to realize there was a light pink color mixed into it.

You raise an eyebrow as you loosen your hand's grip, allowing Frankie to tighten her lips again. Your face morphs into concern. "Hey, Frankie, are you okay?"

Frankie looks surprised before wiping the corner of her lip and nodding. "Mhm!" She muffles, her cheeks slightly puffed.

Your face morphs into disgust for a split second before you sigh and dismount her waist. As she lifts herself up, you walk over to the kitchen table and pull small trashcan from under it, bringing it back to hold it under her chin. You look at her expectantly. "Spit it out."

"Mm-mph." She shakes her head.

"Frankie—I can tell you're bleeding. If you won't show me what's going on, then I'll search for someone who will. I've got some P on me to get you to a dentist probably—"

Frankie's eyebrows shoot up and she takes the bin away from you before spitting the collected saliva and blood from her mouth. She lets out a disturbed noise and licks her teeth before looking up at you. "Don't spend your money on dumb shit like this!"

You're about to question and argue back before you realized Frankie's tooth was missing. You gasp as you pull her face closer to yours. "What the hell happened?" You carefully lift her upper lip to get a closer look. It seemed like the bleeding had stopped, leaving a dark gap from where the tooth had fallen out.

"I can' thell you when you 'ave my mouf capthured."

"Right! Right." You apologize as you back up and wipe your hands on your thighs. "Seriously though. What happened to your tooth? I know you get into some crazy shit and can 'fend for yourself, but this is something entirely." You cross you arms.

She rubs the side of her face again before sighing, eyes looking away from you. "Does Sparky count as 'crazy shit'?"

"Yes."

Her lips fall flat before she gives you a look, her face downturning.

"No." You whisper as your pupils shrink. "Sparky? He put his fucking hands on you!?" You yell as you pace to the kitchen drawer to grab a weapon. Frankie immediately takes hold of your wrist to stop you.

"You think you'd be able to fight my boss? What are you, nuts?" She huffs as she places your hand down. "It's better that you let this go. It's not the best, but it's preferable than you getting your ass kicked."

"'Let this go'—Francesca!" You exclaim angrily.

Frankie sweatdrops. "O-kay—Government name! That's... That's a sign of danger...!" She smiles wobbly.

You shut your eyes and duck your head as you stabilize yourself on the counter. You feel Frankie place her hand on your upper back.

"Deep breathes," She instructs soothingly. "In and out."

You let out a final exhale before you let your body slump to the side, landing you on her chest. She immediately wraps her arms around your waist as she looks down at you, eyes still closed.

"Everyday, there's always something that fucks us over. I wish life was easier." You confess lowly as she rubs her hand up and down your back.

"It'll get easier, I swear. Soon enough."

"You say that all the time though."

She shrugs before kissing the top of your head. "I'm manifesting."

You slowly opens your eyes as you look up. You lightly tap the injured side of her cheek with your palm. "Well, let's at least make sure that opening doesn't get infected. I think we still have some saline solution somewhere in the bathroom." You pat her sternum as Frankie lets go, allowing you to walk into the hallway. She trails behind you.

"Aye, captain!" She salutes.

"Don't say that."

"Roger!"

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Gotta love cheap KOG OC’s

(unfinished doodle)

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

I NEED more Frankie (Knights Of Guinevere) x Fem Reader headcanons!! Do you think you can make more or even a few suggestive ones?

NSFW minors get the heck out. This is not for kids!

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Frankie smut (fem Reader)

★ Frankie is a switch. Leaning to dom. It depends on how much energy she has after work. Some nights she's perfectly fine letting you take the reins. Others, it's easy to see herself pushing your wrists together. Pinning you to the headboard in one smooth motion.

★ She has a soft spot for seeing you in something cute. Like lacey panties or stockings that show off your thighs. You just look so soft underneath her. "You're driving me insane..." She purrs while looking you down.

★ Instead of buying toys, Frankie makes her own. Using what she's learned about your body to build something that hits just right. Pressure, texture, rhythm. Anything you want. She'll try to recreate.

★ The first model is left in your bedroom drawer along with a note. "Have fun <3 Tell me what you think." The second version will be better. And of course she makes some things for herself, too. What? She can't let you have all the fun.

★ Frankie likes having her hair pulled. But only by you! If someone else tried, they'd get decked across the face. You weave your hand into her hair. Gently tugging at the roots. "Tryin' to start something?" She asks. Voice low with amusement. Pressing into your touch.

★ Andi has walked in on the two of you kissing. Frankie's hand halfway up your shirt. She froze mid step. Taking a moment to process what she's seen. Then slowly backed away with her eyes locked with Frankie's. Face blank. Not wanting to deal with... all that.

★ The next day, she apologized. Kind of. "Listen. I'm sorry for interrupting. But next time, maybe don't do that in the living room?" She avoided eye contact with you for a few days after.

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

Hiiii i love ur writing for KOG and I was wondering if you could write some Frankie x fem! Reader headcannons where the reader tends to disregards her well-being for the sake of work and others(the people she cares about aka Frankie and Andi)

This can be read as platonic or romantic!

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Frankie when you push yourself too much

★ Frankie is a hypocrite. Working herself to the bone while getting mad at you for doing the same. Pointing it out won't do any good. Because she brushes you off with a "So what?" Like your health matters more than hers.

★ If you're working late into the night, she stays up to keep you company. Dimming the harsh lights in your room and turning on a desk land. Smiling to herself at the way the gentle light fills your space.

★ Sometimes, you skip dinner to meet a deadline. When this happens, Frankie doesn’t argue. She simply drags you away from the project. Picking you up without warning and leaving you at the kitchen table. Not saying a single word.

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

Hii, may I request platonic yandere OLIVIA(ADULT) AND GUINEVERE with a child reader? Like the reader is related to Olivia and Guinevere(Olivia holds the reader over Guinevere’s head whenever she thinks of escaping, the only reason the reader is even here) I made this this stupidly :3

This ask isn't stupid! Trying to write from different characters/readers pov helps me get better. It's good practice :)

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Being related to Olivia

★ The only reason Olivia holds you as close as she does is because you're valuable. You're valuable to her, at least. Some part of her loves you. But that love is conditional. Gwen knows this. You know this. And yet you pretend not to.

★ As a public figure, she likes to be seen with you. Reinforcing the "family-friendly" image of the park. That, and Olivia genuinely enjoys spending time with you. Holding your hand. Smiling at how pretty you look beside her.

★ It’s a strange feeling, being so close to someone while also being so far away. Olivia and you are always together. It’s been that way for as long as you can remember. You, Gwen, and her. Even though, truthfully, you barely know Olivia.

★ She's cradled you in her arms while reminding Gwen what could happen if she leaves. "What about your playmate? Who'll watch them if you're gone? We wouldn't want an accident to happen... Would we?" Making a veiled threat on your safety.

★ Gwen is sure Olivia won't actually hurt you. That'd be cruel. -Even for her. What she will do is isolate you. So that you have nowhere to run. Nobody to turn to. With nothing but machines to keep you company.

★ Olivia has full control over you. Despite delegating care to androids and the occasional hired help. Food, shelter, and schooling are all accounted for. She says it's for your own safety. Really, she's just scared of losing you.

★ "Blood is thicker than water." She says. That phrase has been drilled into your head. Keeping the only family she has left is what drives Olivia into taking such drastic measures.

★ While she watches this unfold, Gwen can't help but wonder. What if you turn out like Olivia? A beautiful, broken, tragic adult who never figured out how to break the cycle of abuse. You're still young. And she wants to see the best in you. But you'll have to grow up without her.