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What one doesn't know doesn't hurt one? (closed to Draco/Lyra - nsfw)
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Lyra forgot about the big scar on her chest and thought the jig might be up for a moment - it was one hell of an identifying mark, but perhaps this Frank had never seen it before.
She nodded with a serious face. "Daddy knows best."
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Birds of a Feather (closed to River Song, nswf)
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"Closer?" She undid the buttons on her pants and shimmied out of them so she was left in corset and panties - then she leaned closer, on knee sliding along side his thigh to settle into the cushion followed by the knee on the other side.
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Giving her what she wants (Closed to Elle, NSFW)
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"Such a good girl," he purred, moving so that he could help her get her clothes entirely off. Then he was urging the vibrator free. What a good investment this had been! -
Buzz, buzz! (closed to Elle, NSFW)
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Frank knew much about much. He knew everything he needed to know, especially in relation to pleasure. So he walked closer to the bed, leaning over to run the toy up the part of Elle's leg he could reach. Fun! -
Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy (closed to John Hart, NSFW)
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Such a scrumptious sight; Frank could barely tear himself away. He gave an appreciative purr and then ducked into the other room to grab one of his ray-guns. It wasn't the neatest prototype, but it would work - this he knew.
He grinned wide at John as he brought the gun back. "Are you ready to feel very, very good?" -
A bad, bad girl (closed to Elle, NSFW)
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"Then she needs to take her clothes off and fold them nicely on the chair," Frank directed, taking off his cape. -
... the mice will play (closed to Paris, NSFW!)
Paris watched with a cocky grin as Frank selected the items he positioned his hands above his head, "Like this?""Don't get cocky. You're at my mercy," Frank reminded him, tempted to go back for his whip, if only for the lovely cracking noise it made. Instead, he strode toward the foot of the bed, latching the boy's wrists into the cuffs which ( Read more... ) -
Electric (closed to Elle - NSFW)
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Of course she did. But it was one at a time. His eyes raked over her body as she stripped, wearing a dark smirk. -
The prettiest one of all (closed to Paris, NSFW)
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Were Frank one to worship, he would give thanks for whomever brought him this pretty, pretty boy.
Giving him a shove toward the bed, he grinned. "Undress."
He stood back to watch; he did so like to watch.
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