#Frank ⟨🌹⟩

[emptyset-sys]

Vous savez quoi ? Y a pas assez de systèmes français sur tumblr. Vous êtes tous cachés derrière l'anglophonie (comme nous mdr)

Faut changer ça! Donc on va créer un tag pour nous, les systèmes francophones: sysfr.

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

🌹🌹😘

Thank you, Taylor! 💖

This is from Part 2 of Dangerously in Love which is part of my In Love series (Frank Castle x Reader):

He hovered by the door, unable to make his feet take a single step closer to your limp form. It had never crossed his mind that he might find you here. He assumed Costa would have dumped your body somewhere it would never be found or incinerated it. Maybe he thought having Frank see you like this, to face what had happened in person would throw him off his game. If that was the plan, it was succeeding. Seeing your violent death over video had been one thing, but finding your long cold corpse days later— Wait. Something wasn’t right here. You had been left in this dank, humid room for the past three days. He should have been greeted by the putrid smell of rot and decay as soon as he opened the door but instead, he only sensed the metallic bite of fresh blood. Blood that should have long since dried and lost its potency. Yet he could see the dark red pool beneath your chair was still wet—it was recent. Frank stumbled forward as if in a trance. It couldn’t be. He watched you die…. hadn’t he? He saw the gun go off, a spray of blood, and your head snapped back…. But he never saw the aftermath, not really. Was there a chance?

for every “🌹” received in my inbox i’ll post one random sentence of a WIP

[spaceagebachelormann]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐈𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐀 — (moots only) send me this and i’ll write you a little letter.

IGNORE JOW BADLT WORDED THIS IS IM TIRED 😭😭

[redhoodsbf]

ruffles his hair so bad.

[starlightpixels]

Frank Churchhill is an idiot and I WILL be stealing his wife

[princessonia]

“I am so excited! Mahiru found an old sticker book, and she gave me a spare page from it!” She holds up her antique journal, now covered in brightly-colored animal stickers. “Are they not simply adorable!?”

[kandy-sticks-zaza-blogs]

🩸Rosie Redesign🌹

I like Rosie a lot and a whole auntie vibes but…

What didn’t suit her right is the snake skeleton with a heart,the dead roses looked like a raisins and the skull is too small and it confused me.

Her eyes looked like a coconut even her lips like what size is it and her dress doesn’t look good?

So I decided to make her hair reference to the 1900s woman hairstyle,keeping the parasol that is a vulture skull,a sunhat with flowers,feather and the dead skeleton of her husband,Frank and reference the dress.

I make her look deadly but friendly appearance and toning down the red. She would be a sassy wine aunt though.

Rosie design is based off @cholvoq , @bunnytomu,@otterfall08 and @lovesart23 because I have no inspiration.

[beary-good-finds]

🌹 Vintage ballerina sticker by Lisa Frank 🌹

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Kinktober Day 1

🌹Kinktober Masterlist🌹 | Day Two

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked.

Warnings: Overstimulation ; impact play; fingering; nipple play; dirty talk—praise and degradation

You feel wrung out and weak, struggling between leaning into his touch and wriggling away. It’s almost too much. The sheets are damp from your sweat, brushing against your back as you shift, pinned beneath Frank. Your cunt throbs at the steady swipes of his fingers; your thighs are straining and quivering; his lips and teeth mottle the skin between your neck and your breasts. Your hands strain against the single-handed grasp he has on your wrists.

“Frank,” You mumble, “I can’t—oh, christ!” Pleasure spikes through you as his fingers catch against a particularly sensitive spot. Your legs nearly snap shut, but Frank slaps your inner thigh, making you jump. 

“You’re going to.” The warning is gravelly and low, chased by the brush of Frank’s stubbled cheek against your pebbled nipple. He tips his head up, swiping his tongue against before giving it a slick suck. Your back bows off of the bed, your eyes squeezing shut as his fingers trace a feather-light path back to your sensitive core. 

You wriggle one wrist free from where he holds them above your head, fingers twining in the soft strands of his hair. He grunts his approval, opening his mouth just a touch wider and drawing your breast into his mouth. He leans back with a suck, gaze heavy on yours as his tongue swipes across your nipple. You prop yourself up just a touch, mimicking his action. Your eyelids flutter at the sensation, whimpering as the tip of his tongue meets yours in the middle, swiping back and forth.  

Frank groans, pressing close as his tongue delves between your parted lips. You whimper as his fingers swipe across your aching, buzzing clit. Your thighs try to clench closed again, but—

The sting of the slap is a shock against your heated cunt, the sensation registering before the clapping sound of his hand against your flesh can reach your ears. The sharp pleasure-tipped pain makes you yowl so loudly that you're almost certain your neighbors on the other side of your bedroom wall will hear you. You force your legs wider as Frank tsks softly, giving your pussy a few light, pitying pats. 

“Keep your fucking legs spread,” He grumbles, nodding approvingly as your body chases the firm pressure of Frank’s fingers. 

“Yeah, that’s my good girl,” He coos against your jaw. “Fuck, you are gonna cum again, aren’t you…Greedy little slut.” 

Your eyes squeeze shut at the heady blend of praise and taunting. 

“Frankie,” You plead, “Fuck, I—”

“You’ve got at least one more for me,” He insisted, easing two of his fingers into your aching pussy with a slick squelch. You dig your nails into his scalp he sets a punishing pace, scissoring and curling his fingers as the heel of his palm grinds against your tender clit. 

“At least?” You whimper. Frank chuckles, pressing his face into your neck. 

"Here's what we're gonna do, sweetheart," He purred, "You're gonna cum on my fingers, and then you're gonna cum on my tongue, and then, if I'm feeling generous, you're gonna cum on my cock again."

You whimper, pushing your head back against the pillows as your hips cant up, matching his punishing tempo.

"It's too much, Frank."

"Tell me if you can't handle it, baby." He draws back just enough to get a good look at your face, his fingers slowing, then stopping entirely. You let your head loll to the side, blinking blearily up at him. You can see the flush ruddying his cheeks, the plushness of his kiss-plumped lips...And the concerned knit of his brow. You know that if you really can't take it, he'll stop right now. You swallow thickly, reaching down and giving his wrist an encouraging nudge as you squeeze down around his fingers. A wide grin breaks across his face, and you let your eyes slide shut again as he picks the pace back up.

Frank dips down for a kiss, brushing his lips across yours.

"That's my good girl."

Day Two

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[welldonekhushi]

Call of Duty OC: Katya Kovalevskaya 🌹

An updated bio sheet of Katya! The last one felt like it was straight Wiki format style, but doesn't really explain her character properly, I also added some changes to her character as well so, here you go! <3

GENERAL:

Name: Katya

Full name: Yekaterina Viktornovna Kovalevskaya

Codename: "Katyusha"

Alias(es): Lady of Death (by the Red Army), Mama Katya (by her soldiers), Der Russische Leutnant (by the Germans)

Age: 32 years old (Call of Duty: World at War), 58 years old (Call of Duty: Black Ops), 70 years old (Black Ops: Cold War)

Gender: Female

Nationality: Russian

Languages spoken: Russian, German (for intelligence purposes), English

Date of birth: June 15, 1916

Place of Birth: Ural Mountains, Imperial Russia

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Martial Status: Single

Occupation: Senior Lieutenant and Sniper of the Red Army (retires after the events of the first Black Ops)

Status: Active

Rank: Senior Lieutenant (1942), Lieutenant Colonel (1945)

Affiliation: Red Army, CIA (briefly)

Universe: Call of Duty: World at War, Call of Duty: Black Ops, Black Ops: Cold War (alternative AU)

Faceclaim: Anna Chipovskaya

Song: "Katyusha" by Boris Alexandrov

Biography: Yekaterina, commonly known as Katya joins the Red Army for the service of the Soviet Union to avenge her parents death under the hands of German forces. While defending her country amidst the raging Second World War, she faces tremendous amounts of obstacles and barriers in her life which often try to make them as her weakness, but the woman was sworn to take her last breath in achieving one goal with her comrades — and that was liberating Berlin.

AFFILIATIONS:

3rd Shock Army (Red Army)

Sergeant Viktor Reznov [K.I.A]

Private Dimitri Petrenko [K.I.A]

Private Chernov [K.I.A]

Commissar Markhov [fate unknown]

Major General Nikita Dragovich [K.I.A]

Colonel Lev Kravchenko [fate unknown]

CIA (Call of Duty: Black Ops)

Alex Mason

Frank Woods

Jason Hudson

Grigori Weaver

SKILLS AND ABILITIES:

Weapon induced: Scoped Mosin-Nagant, Tokarev (TT-33), PPSh-41, Molotov Cocktail, RGD-33

Fighting style: Hand-to-hand combat, but rarely, since she's more used to being a sniper giving covering fire

Special skills: Is a very experienced sniper, that gave her the infamous name of "Lady of Death", but Katya didn't want to coin such a name for herself when she was only serving her people as a soldier of the frontlines.

Talents: Knows natural remedies, holds a lot of empathy for others, can speak fluent German even if she knows a little bit of it

Shortcomings: Due to the incident, she lost her face partially along with the half-vision of her eye throughout the accident, faces survivors guilt, is a bit mentally depressed but she's able to push those negative thoughts down

PERSONALITY:

Myers-Briggs Type: ISFJ (The Defender)

Is very protective towards her comrades: Ever since she lost her parents, Katya had always been searching for a way to cope up with her loss by taking care of the people she loves and believes in the most. Even if she never married, or birthed a child, she automatically unlocked her motherly instincts by calling her comrades as her "sons and daughters", considering them as her one, found family.

Ruthless, but at times merciful: Katya has shown immense strength and courage in the battlefield as a sniper and a squad leader, haunting the Germans in their own sleep thinking Katya wouldn't kill them and make the mattress they're sleeping on as their deathbed. But also, when Katya wants to show mercy, she'll show it. She thinks there's no use to wasting her own bullets on someone who already decided to surrender to the Red Army.

Emotional: Let it be a soldier dying, or a civilian, she'll ask forgiveness from God that she wasn't able to save an innocent despite having the duty to protect her own people. The incident that killed all of her soldiers left her deeply scarred, and believed she committed a bigger sin for being too naive and careless, and she deserved the impact on her face. It was even worse when Nikita Dragovich killed her teammates again by putting them as test subjects for the Nova 6 experiment that made her grow deranged and bloodthirsty to hunt Dragovich and his lapdog, Kravchenko in a fit of vengeance, until the CIA caught her presence.

Intelligent and observant: Katya is more aware of her surroundings ever since the incident impacted her, which caused her to be very vigilant, and grew her intelligence in the battlefield which made her useful for the Red Army as a sniper and as a squad leader in the infantry.

BACKGROUND STORY

Katya was born around 1916 with her mother Elizaveta Kovalevskaya (neé Petrova) and father, Viktor Kovalevsky. Spending her childhood in the Ural Mountains, she learnt how to snipe at a young age from her father, who was a hunter, the reason why she took her father's skill in the field of sniping.

In 1939, she recruited herself in the Red Army as a sniper, in which her talent gave a huge role and reputation among the soldiers as a source of bravery, courage and inspiration, that gave her the name "Lady of Death". But, Katya on the other hand didn't want to coin such a name for herself when she believes she's only doing it for the protection of her own people.

But, in 1941, when Germany attacked Soviet Russia under "Operation Barbarossa", her village became a victim of the attacks, which ended up killing her family in the process. Broken and enraged, Katya wanted to avenge her parents death by going through missions and eliminating every single enemy who tried to cross the Soviet borders. Her life completely changed when one day she encountered General Heinrich Amsel, who was responsible for the death of her family along with many others, wanted to kill him by her own hands but never succeeded because he evaded before she could get to him.

Furious, the General wanted to eliminate Katya in her path, by luring her into a trap that he was staying at a hotel and could grab her an opportunity to end his life there. But little to her knowledge, it was all a set up, when he used that entire building as a decoy with the explosives attached. His soldiers locked away his teammates, including Katya but she was able to break through it. In a desperate attempt to find her comrades who were still locked inside, it was too late before the explosion could take effect, and blew her out of the building, leaving her drastically injured.

The explosion was the turning point of her life, where it emotionally scarred her and made her regret being a soldier, when she couldn't even protect her own soldiers, who basked into the flames of Amsel's planned explosion. She was taken for medical assistance, which took her a month to recover physically, and mentally. But, that didn't stop Katya from retiring, as her mind still revolved around that one goal — to eliminate General Amsel, and push all the German forces back from invading Russia.

Somewhere around 1942, she was promoted to Senior Lieutenant, and became the squad leader for the 3rd Shock Army, and participated in the Battle of Stalingrad alongside Pvt. Dimitri Petrenko and Sgt. Viktor Reznov. As the General's whereabouts were found, she led her team throughout the warzone and successfully countered Amsel, which led to his untimely death under the hands of Dimitri's sniper rifle. Katya, who held immense pride for the Private for doing something she couldn't, made him along with Reznov and Chernov as her closest comrades.

After the entire battle, in 1945, they finally achieved victory by liberating Berlin by hoisting the Soviet flag on the Reichstag, Katya was now at peace, hoping for a better future after the war's end.

But, somehow.. her life was going to go into a bigger turmoil, when she gets sent to the mission around the Arctic Circle, leading the events of the first Black Ops.

[flowersofstarlight]

”I am head over heels for you, Valentine!” 💌🦋💖✨

💖❤️🩷💕💘💝🌹✨

Haven’t draw Eddie x Frank for a while, so I decided to draw them with their Valentine outfits.

[shaylene-the-praline]

So I binge-watched season 1 of HTGAWM, and I can confidently say I would shove Frank's COCK AND BALLS IN MY MOUTH AT THE SAME TIME, NO QUESTIONS ASKED 🌹

But besides that, it's pretty suspenseful

[savs-sims98]

Ascended Astarion & Sylvannah set to Legend 1985🥀🌹

AA has always given me Darkness meets Doctor Frank-n-Furter which is fitting since they are both played by Tim Curry ✨🤌🏻

[bullet-prooflove]

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The first time Frank meets you he’s huddled in a doorway, with a stained blanket wrapped around his shoulders, watching the building across the street. He remembers the soft scent of honeysuckle flooding his senses as you’d sat down beside him on the stoop before you handed him a sandwich and a hot cup of coffee. He’d been wearing his homeless persona back then.

“You’re a vet right?” You’d said as you’d taken a sip from your own drink. “There’s programmes I can...”

“Not interested.” He’d said with the intention of shutting you down.

Frank Castle - WIP

[iamdeceived]

Your drummer neighbor.

⚠️Hey, welcome! There are no warnings for this story.⚠️

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➡️The gender in this story was not mentioned⬅️

⚠️English is not my first language, so forgive me for any mistakes in this story.⚠️

💜¡Good reading!💜

You and your family were new to the neighborhood. You were happy with the change, despite being a little afraid of the new things that were to come. You found your school very interesting, and your neighbors were very welcoming and warm. Especially a certain family who visited you the day you and your family moved. The Heffley family.

Susan is the focused and caring mother, Frank is a father who loves spending time outdoors with his children. Oh the children… Manny is a charming child although he is slightly manipulative when it comes to his parents and siblings. Greg is the middle child, being creative and sometimes talking too much.And Rodrick. You just can't find the words to describe it. The only thing you thought right away was that he was really attractive. The messy black hair gave contrast to the fair and beautiful skin. He had dark eyes. Makeup? For sure. My God, he is magnificent!

The Heffleys chatted animatedly with their parents, while Manny played with his cat on the couch. Greg sat staring at his drawings on the wall,and Rodrick... Well, he was doing photosynthesis. He clearly wasn't interested in you or your family, and he definitely didn't want to be there.

You looked at him trying to hide your charm. He looked at you a few times. Only that.

When they were leaving, Susan made her children say goodbye to every member of your family, including you. Rodrick's voice sent a slight shiver down your spine.

To your chagrin, you weren't in the same school as the Heffley brothers. But you discovered a new reason for happiness in that neighborhood. It was definitely like finding a gold mine. You ended up finding out that Rodrick Heffley is a drummer. You heard your band play almost every afternoon. The sound was loud enough for you to listen to it easily in your home without making any effort.

Once you gathered up your courage and went to the Heffley house, just as the noise of the rock band started. Rodrick opened the door, visibly irritated by the inconvenience of having disturbed him in the middle of his best solo. When he saw you, however, his expression softened. "Hey... Yeah... What's your name again?” You smiled yellow at him, trying to mask your disappointment so he wouldn't even remember your damn name. “Y/n..." You said shyly. Rodrick stared at you for a few seconds. "Ah, yeah, cool... Y/n! What do you want here?”

You blushed violently at the question. He clearly didn't want you to be there. You almost left, but you decided it would be foolish of you to miss an opportunity like that. "I... I heard you playing... Can I watch?" Rodrick's eyes widened immediately. You didn't seem like the type of person who liked his type of music. He was so surprised because most people his age don't like rock music. “Of course you can!" He said, in a rush of joy that almost made you scream. Almost.

Rodrick played in the basement of his house, and the basement wasn't necessarily tidy, but you felt a certain air of comfort in the place. Rodrick offered a chair for you to sit. He quickly informed his band members that you would attend that practice. And he was visibly bragging to try to impress you, and that had its effect. You were really impressed. Rodrick and his band played well, and you enjoyed the music while swaying your feet. A stubborn smile appeared on his face.

Rodrick was delighted with his presence there. People generally hated his music. You literally sought he it out just to see him play. He couldn't feel more proud and elated than that. When they were done, you quickly stood up. "It was a great show boys, but I really need to leave.” Rodrick walked you to the door. "Hey Y/n... Come around here more often, you know... To see me play." You smiled blushing immediately at his request. "But of course!”

That night you could barely sleep because you were so happy. The images of your perfect neighbor playing the drums remained in your head. And the way he invited you to visit him more often made you euphoric and anxious. Maybe, you thought, this could be the start of something... The start of something with your emo neighbor who plays the drums.

[mcroutfits]

3/10 sewed roses??? m' lady🌹🌹🌹 gerard's 1800s spanish vampire visions are a thing to study, pretty hispanic but you guys won't understand why it looks like a random shirt your mom'd put you on middle school's actos de 25 de mayo. the mcr bat belt!!! omg hi!!! at least he put some effort to bring up something special for the photoshoot

2.77/10 yeah you rock mikey but your thong is showing, i hope his slicked back is hair gel and not sweat (._. ")

000ZERO00/10 for matt ray and frank fucking boring lame outfits, and frank with his hideous dreadlocks im dead you're gonna catch some juicy lice girl chop that off