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randomfandomswriting · 1 year

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Hands: a Frank Iero x Reader one shot

hello everyone!! I hope you enjoy this quick little one shot inspired by Frank’s hands (i love them and can watch him play for HOURS) anyway, this is just plotless smut so 18+ only! feel free to send requests to inspire me for more little one shots (smut/fluff/angst) they may take a while or maybe not happen but i promise i will TRY MY HARDEST!!! without further ado

If there was one thing about Frank you loved, it was his hands. You loved every tattooed inch of him, but his hands especially. You could watch him play his guitar for hours, watching his fingers move skillfully down the neck of his guitar. These were the hands that would hold your head still as he planted kisses all over your face. The same hands that would hold yours in time of anxiety or slap your ass gently while he moved by you in the kitchen.

“I love your hands.” You hum, he’s sitting beside you, arm wrapped around your chest. His hand resting on your sternum, his thumb was mindlessly running over your skin. He’s watching football… “soccer” his attention is set there. He chuckles lightly, his eyes not moving from the screen as he gently runs his fingers up to your chin. His hands were unusually soft for a guitar player, though calloused in some spots his hands were always soft and warm.

Your eyes flutter shut as he tilts your chin toward him. His lips move to yours, kissing you softly for a few moments before turning his attention back to the screen. A lazy smile of his lips as he focuses on the players, the ball.

One kiss and your head was spinning, and you craved more of him. Your hand wrapped around his, bringing his fingers up to your mouth. Your lips wrap around his thumb, and you use your teeth to gently take over his finger before sucking around him, and humming.

He lets out a hitched breath, and chuckles, “Needy.” You giggle because you know you are, and he nods for you. “C’mere.” he murmurs, pulling you into his lap, your back resting against his warm chest. His lips your temple and neck.

Your head nestles between his head and shoulder, as you melt into him, one hand pulling your knees open, the other gently running up your chest, his fingertips grazing your neck as they find your lips. You whimper because you’re impatient, and your lips fall open as he gently runs his fingers over your bottom lip, almost mindlessly. Another low chuckle from his lips as he rubs his forefinger and middle finger over your soft lips.

“Open,” he instructs, his breath on your ear sends shivers down your spine and you don’t know if he means your legs or your mouth so you do both and he giggled, “Good.” His middle and forefinger slip into your mouth running over your tongue and slipping back out too quickly for your liking, some of your spit coating his fingers as you whine. He lets out a quick laugh in the form of a breath and slides the same fingers back into your mouth and this time you wrap your lips around them, sucking on them with a moan vibrating your throat.

He slips his fingers back out and you gasp, as he moves his hand down to the waistband of the pants you had on. He slips his hand under and you bite on your lips as his slick fingers slide down your center, already wet with your arousal. His other hand reaches across your stomach and up to your chest rising and falling as your head falls back onto his shoulder, your chin tilting up.

“You like my hands?” He muses his lips tracing your earlobe. Your mouth falls open as he slides two fingers into you with ease, a harsh breath flying from your mouth as he curls them inside of you. “I’ll take that as a yes?” He teases, slowly pumping them in and out of you.

“Fuck yes.” You moan. He slides them out, and you gasp at the emptiness you feel. Your eyes follow his hands as he brings his fingers up to his own mouth and sucks them, the sight makes you throb as he moans.

“I love how you taste.” He says, before his lips press into yours, hard. You can taste yourself as his tongue dips into your mouth and you feel his hand slipping back into your pants. Your thighs open wider for his fingers to sink back into you, making your jaw drop against his mouth. You shudder a moan as he begins slowly pumping his middle and forefingers in and out of you.

“Frank…” You moan, and he chuckles as he continues to fuck you with his fingers.

“I want to make a mess of you,” he growls, “right here in that pretty little underwear you’re wearing.” You whimper at his words as his arm tightens around you and his pace starts to pick up. Your hips move against his fingers and he moans as you grind against him. “Easy.” he chuckles.

As he pumps his fingers in and out of you, your eyes clenched shut and you shivered. His other hand came up and his fingers played with your bottom lip as you moaned loudly. His fingers entered your mouth again and you moaned as you sucked on them.

“That’s it…” He encourages, curling his fingers inside of you. You let out a muffled moan as he uses his thumb to roll over your clit. Your body shook at the new sensation and your eyes rolled back.

His fingers pull from your mouth, wet with your saliva you feel them dig into your skin on your chest as he pumps his fingers harder. his own breathing hitching in your ear as you press into him further. His teeth nip at your neck and your earlobe and you want to say his name but you cry out with a mess of jumbled letters and your voice shaking.

Frank chuckles, “You sure told me.” You want to swat at him for teasing you, but he’s holding you so tightly around him you can’t move much more than the involuntary trembling of your legs and grasping at his arms. Your nails digging into his soft skin, making him try harder to make you cum.

He knows you're close, he can feel your body shaking as your knees involuntarily close toward each other. He chuckles at that too, his hand on your chest reaching down to pull your thighs from closing around his wrist

“Keep ‘em open.” He growls in your ear and your only response is a whimper as your eyes squeeze shut. Your stomach starts to flip as your hips start to move toward his hand, rolling as you become more and more needy, your orgasm starting to build up faster with each passing second.

His free hand reached down, to take care of your clit as he continued to finger fuck you, your brows knitting together as your body grew hot. Your entire body trembling and shuddering against Frank as he worked harder to get you there.

“That’s right…” He murmured, “Let go.” His words were like a warm hug and you cried in response your mouth falling open and tears burning your eyes as you felt your orgasm start to peak, you couldn’t form any words if you wanted too, and the only words coming to mind were “fuck” and “Frank”.

The rest of the world went blurry and black as you let everything go. He gently slipped his fingers from you with ease as you gasped at the feeling. Still sensitive and soaking, he ran his fingers through your arousal and over your clit making you shake, and push at his hand and cause him to giggle.

“Fuck.” You sigh, trying to catch your breath feeling frank’s hands move up your waist you turn to face him, your lips pressing into his with force. He hummed as you kissed him deeply, your tongue dipping into his mouth as he tightened his arms around you. “I’ll let you watch your game now.” You chuckle, pulling away from him, and wriggling from his grip.

“Oh now I can watch the game.” He muses, as you stand up, wobbling on weak knees.

“Mhm.” You nod, “I need a shower and to change… thanks to you.”

He scoffs, “Thanks to me!?”

You giggle nodding and making your way toward the bathroom.

“I think I’ll pass on the game, a shower sounds good to me…” He quickly stands up to follow you.

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dumblilb · 1 year

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YOU TASTE BETTER ☆

Frank iero x Fem! Reader

(Synopsis: He couldn’t stand the thought of not feeling her one more time before tour.)

(Warnings: SMUT, cursing, smoking weed LMAO, sub!frank, switch!reader (their rolls aren’t crazy obvious, I tried to keep it chill), also some fluff)

(Words: 2403)

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“Hey can you help me with the hair dye, I always fuck up the back.” Frank yells to her from the bathroom. She gets up from the couch and walks in to find him with half his hair dyed a dark black.

“Yeah, do you got gloves?” She asks and he points to the counter where they lay. She picks them up and slides them on. Then taking the bowl from his hands she has him sit on the counter as she applies the dye to his roots.

She could see him making dumb faces at the mirror in the corner of her eye but she just ignored him and finished up, removing the gloves and discarding them in the trash. Grabbing a plastic bag she put it on his head tying it tight and turning him to look at her.

“There, you look so pretty.” She says in a half truth, caressing his cheek with her thumb. He couldn’t help but laugh at her remark as he jumped off the counter and walked out to the living room.

“Thanks for the help. With us having the tour coming up next week I thought maybe I shouldn’t look totally trashed.” He jokes pulling her down on the couch with him, flipping the channels till it lands on a dumb movie for them to mostly ignore.

“Hey I rolled before you got here but then I got distracted with my hair, do you wanna?-“ He says to her pointing to the blunt laying on the coffee table.

“Yeah why not.” She shrugs and get up to grab the lighter she knows is stashed in drawer on the other side of the room. She throws it to him and watched as the light illuminates his face as he puts the joint to his lips. She couldn’t help but feel something burning in the pit of her stomach as she watched the smoke leave his lips. The way his body relaxed back into the couch couldn’t even make the dumb ass plastic bag on his head look bad.

“Here.” He says as she sits down and passes it to her. She wasn’t the type to smoke all the time. But when she was with him, or the guys, it was a time she could relax and not worry about the repercussions. She put it to her lips and breathed in. She would cough a little from time to time but he never laughed at her. He didn’t care what lame shit she did. He always thought she look hot doing it, so it didn’t matter much to him.

She looked at the clock and realized it was time to wash out his hair so she lets him know and drags him to the bathroom. He leans over the tub and rest his hands on the frame, she removed the bag and turned the water on. She took the handle and started to gently rinse out his hair. Soon adding her fingers to the mix as she ran them through his hair to help the process. The feeling causing him to lose it, unknowably to her. The heat rose to his face and he just prayed it would be gone by the time this was done. She had finally finished and she turned the water off. She grabbed a towel from the rack and threw it on his head making him laugh.

God, she loved his laugh.

Once he had dried his hair enough she pulled out her hair dryer. He was against it at first, but then he realized her hands would he in his hair once again so he didn’t mind. She just quickly dried the rest and then put it back away. He turned to look in a mirror and smiled. She rested her chin on his shoulder and and admired him.

“You’re so beautiful.” She complimented and he couldn’t control his blushy smile. She always used more stereotypical feminine compliments for him. She always thought it fit him better. Sure he was handsome, but he was just so gorgeous in her eyes that handsome never felt like a strong enough word to convey her emotions. She gave him a quick hug from the back and walked back to the couch. Him following close behind.

She sat down and he cuddled right up close to her. He picked the blunt back up and took a hit before passing it to her. He kept his eyes close on her lips every pass, and they would travel down every time she exhaled.

The way her chest moved up and down catching his attention. He passes the blunt to her once again and she puts it to her lips.

But this time he leans over to start kissing her neck. She gasps a little in surprise causing a few coughs to escape. But the feeling of his lips smile into her neck between each kiss made her let him keep going. The feeling of his cold lip ring against her neck made her shiver.

He was sloppy with it. The way he abused her neck and the feeling of his hands in her hair, returning the favor from earlier sending her over the edge.

He was practically on top of her as he messily kissed her moving from her neck to her lips slowly, dragging out the sensation. She swiftly put the blunt out in the ash tray on the table beside them as she blew the air out into his mouth. He moved from her lips to her chest.

Her bra having already been removed hours before due to it being many hours late into the night. Her shirt was quick to slide off as he got to his knees and continued to place messy kisses down her cleavage stopping write above her pantie line. He looked up at her with pleading eyes. She leaned down and placed a kiss to his lips giving him all the permission he needed to remove first her pajama shorts, then painfully slow he pulled down her underwear.

She moved her hips up ever so slightly to give him access. He returned to giving small wet kisses down her stomach and her thighs. Soon finding his final place in her cunt. The cold metal of his lip ring grazing her clit every few moments causing her to squirm. He paused to lick her pussy, bottom to top, ending at her clit. He wrapped his lips around it and began to work. The sensation making the heat at the pit of her stomach increase. She tightly gripped the couch as he sucked. The feeling of his tongue entering inside her making a loud moan escape her lips. A smile forming on his own for a quick second. His tongue moved rapidly and he gripped her thighs squeezing them soft as he could. But the red marks would still be there after. He removed one hand from her thigh and his tongue from her cunt causing her to whine. Which quickly turned into a loud breathy moan as he inserted a finger into her.

“Does that feel good.” He whispers as she moves a hand from the couch to his hair. Running her hands through it as he pumps in her back and forth. His face was wet and his lips looked red and plump.

“Y-yes.” She moaned and used her hand to gently push his face back down into her. He inserted another finger causing her to scream as he put his mouth back on her clit doing double time on her pussy.

The feeling in her stomach tightening made her realize what would soon happen so she tried to warn him but he ignored her and kept going pumping back and forth, in and out of her with a good rhythm. His tongue sloppily massaging her clit. She felt the feeling rise up in her and a loud sigh escaped her mouth as she came. He quickly removed his fingers and switched to his mouth being on her cunt and his fingers rubbing her clit as she rode out her high. She trembled under his touch as he used his free hand to hold her down. His tongue and fingers got slower as the shaking stopped and soon he came up for air. Placing soft kisses to her clit as he rubbed her legs gently, reminding her of how good she was for him. Her body relaxed as she breathed heavily.

He continued to leave, now wet, cum covered kisses up her body over her chest licking her tits messing with them for a second with his tongue, and ending up back to her mouth. Where he kissed her.

“You taste so good.” He sighs between kisses.

She wasn’t done though. The taste of her on his lips making her go crazy. She pulls off his shirt revealing more of his tattoos causing her to smile. She loved the way he looked so soft, contrasting the fact that his body was covered in ink.

She flipped him over to lay him down on the couch. Her bare tits rubbing against his chest as she ran her fingers through his hair. She sat in a straddling position with her legs on opposite sides of him. She looked him in the eyes and without warning pulled his hair back, just hard enough to not hurt him too much. She started to kiss his neck, sucking on it every few moments. Leaving purple marks there for the morning. She could feel his dick growing hard under her bare cunt through his lose plaid pajama pants. The sensation making her even more wet.

She continued to his kiss him roughly as she moved her hands down to his pants pulling them off enough so he could kick them down. Returning the favor from earlier she slowly removed his boxers as she placed small kisses down his dick. The feeling making him whine with pleasure. But he practically begged for more as he gripped her hips running his hands from there to her tits. He pulled her up and looked in her eyes.

“Please.” He breathed out soft enough to barley be a whisper. He was fully erect now and ready. She went down quickly to suck him off a few times. The feeling of her lips around his dick making him moan. After a few passes she removed her lips swiftly grabbing a condom from the side table drawer and sliding it on for him. He groans as she positions herself up to him and she quickly inserts him into her. Heaving breaths escape his lips as his back arched. She bopped herself slowly… painfully slow on his cock up and down his hands gripped her waist tightly.

The feeling of him inside her sent her over the moon but she didn’t want him to know that quite yet. She kept almost a poker face of content pleasure as she bounced herself around him. The feeling of him rubbing against her walls causing a small tear to roll down her cheek in ecstasy. She pulsed, clenching every few moments at the feeling. She wanted more, she wanted it faster. She wanted him to scream her name as she fucked him, so the whole neighborhood knew he was hers. But she controlled herself for now and leaned down, placing messy kisses to his lips. Him not even being able to keep his mouth closed for more than a second as uncontrolled moans escaped him. She bit at his lip ring pulling a little knowing it would make him twitch. The feeling of it in her cunt making her smile. She sat back up straight and started going faster. The muscles in her legs tightened as she moved her hips up and down in circular motions.

The sight of her tits moving up and down as she pumped mesmerized him. He pulled her chest down to him as he massaged one tit, the other in his mouth. As he played with her nips using his tongue, he licked and sucked till she felt raw. She let out a moan making him pleased. She continues to move rapidly on his dick as he holds on to her practically leaving long scratches to her hips in the process. She kept feeling him twitch inside her. The feeling of him hitting her g spot each time making her feral. Just as he’s about to cum she stops for a second. And a groan leaves his lips.

“What do you say?” She says slowly lifting her hips up. Knowing she would soon come to her second end of the night. But she wanted him to beg.

“P-Please.” He whines. Loudly. So she leaned down placing a kiss to his lips. But mid kiss she slams back down and she smiles continuing to move up and down at a fast pace. His loud moans filled the room making her go insane. He started to buck his hips but at this point she didn’t care to correct his as a loud breathy moan left his lips. He would hit her spot repeatedly as his dick shook inside her. Letting her know he was ready. She moved her hips up and down quicker and she felt it. She felt him cum. He practically screamed her name as she rode out his high. The heat coming from the condom being the last thing she needed before she released on him. The feeling leaving her cunt happy and her cum all over his cock as he pulled it out. He removed the condom and tossed it aside, his hands shaking. Before he could do anything else she leaned him back down.

“Let me do this.” She says still wildly out of breath. She put her lips around him and slowly started sucking him clean. She licked him from the base to the head a few last times before quickly bobbing her head in a circular motion, knowing what it would do. He was always quick after the first fuck so he came for the second time that night. Fast. And as his cum enters her mouth spilling down her chin she didn’t care. She placed disgustingly wet and cum induced kisses all over his body till she got to his lips. The sounds of his heaving moans making her smile.

“You taste better.”

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partypoisonzz · 2 years

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clean me off (i'm so dirty, babe) (frank iero x reader)

Kinktober Day 9: Period Sex/Shower Sex

Reader Pronouns: She/Her

Era: Revenge (2005)

Content:

- Implied pre-poly (Frank/Reader/Gerard)

- Some vague details regarding menstruation/cramps (not graphic though... but the point of the oneshot is that y'all get it on during shark week)

- You cuddle with Gerard and then Frank rails you a few hours later! Aah!

Word Count: 3,743

Disclaimer: This explicit story was written by an adult for consumption by other adults only. If you are under 18, please do not read or interact in any way.

You fucking hate this.

If you could opt out of your period, you absolutely would. In fact, you tried to do just that.

Your doctor told you that you could skip your placebo pills to put it off until next month. You figured there was no harm in trying it out during the tour. You were going to be on the road with the band for four weeks. How convenient would it be if you didn't bleed during any of them?

It would have been extremely convenient, if that was the way that it turned out.

Much to your chagrin, you get your period anyway, — right on schedule, in fact. It isn't pulling any punches this time, either.

Not that it ever does.

You're extremely pissed off by the way this whole thing has played out. Not only are you bleeding, but you have to spend most of your time stuck on a bus or backstage at venues with a bunch of guys. A bunch of loud, sweaty, obnoxious, annoying guys. You love them all to death, you really do. But their energy levels and your hormonal state do not play nicely together.

Luckily, you've pretty much hit the lottery for tonight. You'll be able to end your day in a hotel room with just one of those loud, sweaty, obnoxious, annoying guys, — the one that just so happens to be your boyfriend.

You and Frank will have an entire bed to stretch out in, rather than being crammed into his bunk like sardines in a can. Better yet, you'll be able to get an actual shower. The mere thought of such a luxury makes you want to cry with relief.

Of course, you will only be able to reap this reward if you survive until after the show tonight. By the way that your day is going, you aren't quite sure that will be happening.

Right now, you're curled up on a couch backstage, feeling like you're moments away from death. As per usual, the guys are all over the place, grabbing snacks and taking smoke breaks and talking endlessly about what-the-fuck-ever. You just want your painkillers to kick in or to fall into a deep, peaceful sleep. Whichever comes first.

Alas, neither of those things seem to be coming to fruition. Evidently, you can't even have the couch to yourself.

Gerard settles into the spot next to you without so much as acknowledging your presence. He's throughly distracted, — a Starbucks cold brew in one hand, the latest volume of some comic in the other. You pull your knees into your chest, grumbling to yourself as you listen to him flipping pages and slurping from the straw. You sort of want to scream at him for no particular reason other than existing in your general vicinity, but...

He glances over at you, pulling back from his drink. "So," he starts. "What's up with you?"

"Nothing," you respond curtly. "Why?"

He frowns. "Just wondering if you're okay, s'all. You don't seem like you're feeling too great."

You don't know why your eyes are welling up all of the sudden. He just showed you a bit of concern, — the bare minimum, really, — and yet, in your current mess of a state, the sentiment is deeply moving.

Unfortunately, your overly-emotional response only serves to worry him even more.

"Hey." He places his hand on your arm so delicately, like he's worried you're going to fucking explode or something. "Tell me what's going on, for real."

"I'm fine." You chuckle awkwardly, reaching up to wipe your eyes. "Just... having a bit of a rough time right now." You turn to meet his concerned gaze, smiling sheepishly before quietly offering your explanation. "You know. Girl stuff."

The realization seems to dawn on him instantly. "Oh." He nods. "Yeah, yeah. I've gotcha."

Silence settles between the two of you. Instead of bringing peace like you hoped it would, it's just awkward.

Finally, Gerard speaks again. "Do you want me to, like... hug you, or..."

You laugh despite yourself. "You're stupid," you mutter, scooting closer to him.

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his side. You bury your face in his shoulder. As per usual, he smells like a mixture of sweat, coffee, and cigarettes, but you don't even mind. He's warm, and he seems to actually give a shit about what you're going through, and he's just... So fucking good. You couldn't ask for a better friend... Or whatever the fuck he is when you consider the excessively blurry lines between you, him, and Frank.

He rubs your shoulder, so gentle that you could cry all over again. "I'm sorry, sugar," he says. "If it would make you feel any better, I could get Brian to let you into the bus and you could go lay down in there. Can't believe that Frank didn't try and get you to stay back, if you were feeling bad..."

You shake your head, not bothering to look up. "Didn't tell Frank," you mutter into his jacket.

"You didn't tell Frank?" he echoes. "Why not? You told me, for God's sake..."

You sigh, shifting against him in an attempt to find a more comfortable position. "You could tell something was wrong," you point out. "If I try to keep something from you, you figure it out, anyway. Frank's not like that. He's less of a mindreader and more of a... Lovable, excited puppy?" You chuckle at your own metaphor. "He can't tell what's happening right in front of him sometimes."

You pause, allowing your mind to wander. Of course, given your predicament and the current topic of conversation, it winds up in some not-so-pleasant places.

"Oh, well," you continue with a sigh. "Guess he'll figure it out tonight, anyway."

"What do you... Oh." You look up at him, only to find that his face has gone bright red. Just as you expected. "Jesus."

You nudge him lightly, grinning. "What? Talking about my period isn't too much for you, but thinking about me and Frank having sex is?"

He shakes his head. "No, no, it's not that it's too much," he says. "It's just... I'm thinking..."

You giggle, shifting until your head is resting in his lap. "Knowing you, I'm not sure I even want to know what you're thinking." You look up at him, smiling slyly. "Don't get excited, Gee. We probably won't even end up doing anything."

"Oh." God. You wonder if he can turn any redder than he already is. "Have you ever tried it, though?"

You laugh, swatting idly at his thigh. "What business is that of yours, pervert?"

"I'm not trying to be perverted, I swear!" He holds his hands up in surrender. "It's just... I've heard that it helps..."

"From who?" you press.

He stays silent, fixing you with that deer in the headlights look.

Oh.

"Oh my God," you say. "You have firsthand experience, don't you?"

He turns a darker shade of red. And there it is.

You clutch your stomach as you burst into hysterics. "Holy shit," you manage between howls. "I should alert the media. Hell, I should bring it to the fucking fan forums! Let everybody know that Gerard Way has his red wings..."

"Shh!" Your eyes go wide as he claps his hand over your mouth. "It's not like I want everybody to know. I just thought..."

You push his hand away, still laughing. "If this is some kind of proposition, then no way," you tell him. "We might be closer than most, but I don't know you like that."

He shakes his head fervently. "It's not," he insists. "I just thought it might be good for you to know..."

You snort. "Thank you for your service to womankind, Gerard," you say. "I owe my life to your empathetic ass."

"What gift has he given to humanity now?" You look up to see Frank grinning down at the two of you.

If you were any other three people, your current position might result in obvious jealousy from your boyfriend. Yet, this is just how it is with the three of you.

Still, Frank can never resist a teasing remark. He raises his eyebrows, nudging Gerard's leg with his foot. "Any particular reason why my girl's head is in your lap, Gee?" he asks. "I wasn't about to miss a show, was I?"

"Absolutely not." You sit up, detaching yourself from Gerard, who is still blushing like a fucking virgin despite the fact that he just shared some of the gorier details of his sex life with you.

"Gerard was just telling me a really funny story." You shoot Gerard a sly grin before meeting Frank's eyes with a sweet smile. "You should ask him about it later. It's an absolute riot."

"I'll get around to it." Frank leans down to press a kiss against your lips before pushing a warm cup of coffee into your hand. He pulls back and smiles at you. "Just figured I'd bring you that. You seem like you could use a little extra pick-me-up."

"That's sweet of you, babe. Thank you." You take a sip of coffee as Frank settles in the open space between you and Gerard.

Despite the fact that you have absolutely zero personal space, you feel ten times more alive now than you did an hour ago, thanks in equal measure to the caffeine entering your bloodstream and the men that you're sharing the couch with.

By the time that the show ends that night, you feel like you've been dragged to hell and back.

You're fucking exhausted, though you know you aren't the only one. The guys are all disheveled and half-dead-looking, in their usual states of post-show disarray.

Ray spends the entire ride back showing everyone his newly acquired finger injury.

"Look at this shit!" he exclaims. "There was blood spurting all over the place during "Venom." Thought I was gonna pass out for a second."

"Meh." Frank shrugs, wearing his usual shit-eating grin. "I've seen worse."

"Inflicted worse is more like it," Mikey chimes in.

"Yeah, Frankie." Gerard elbows him in the side playfully. "You're just bitter because you weren't the cause of tonight's biggest injury. Hurts your pride."

"There's still time, you know," Frank shoots back, reciprocating his shove.

You roll your eyes as the four of them carry on, laughing and pushing each other around until Brian calls for them to knock it off.

For the love of God, you think to yourself. Please get me off of this bus with these boys.

Mercifully, you get your wish soon enough. The bus stops outside of the hotel, allowing the group of you to pile into the lobby to collect your keys.

As soon as you drop your bag onto the pull-out couch next to the bed in your hotel room, you heave a sigh of relief. You unzip the bag, collecting your pajamas and a maxi pad. "I'm going to take a shower," you inform Frank as he flops down onto the bed face-first.

He rolls over, looking up at you. Despite his obvious exhaustion, there's a familiar spark of mischief in his eyes.

No. More than mischief. He looks... Hungry.

"Can I join you?"

Dammit.

You sigh. "I mean, yeah, you can, but..." You turn around and head for the bathroom. "Don't get your hopes up, okay? I'm fucking tired. And let me get the water warmed up and stuff before you come barging in."

"Whatever you say, baby," he calls after you.

You hear the static of him flipping through the TV channels as you strip and turn off the faucet.

This is ridiculous, you think. He's totally gonna notice that you're bleeding if you shower together. He'll probably be even more grossed out if you don't tell him beforehand. Maybe you should have vetoed the shower suggestion to begin with. The more you think about it, the worse of an idea it seems to be.

Of course, it's too late for that by the time that he pulls the glass shower door aside and steps in with you a few minutes later.

As soon as his arms snake around your waist, you decide to just come out with it.

"I've got my period," you blurt out.

Frank just chuckles, seeming wholly unphased. "Okay?"

You blink, face burning. "Does that not, like... freak you out at all?"

"Why would it?" he asks. "We've been together for almost a year, babe. It's not like I didn't know it happened."

"I just thought, y'know... Since you wanted to join me in the shower, that you might want to..." You look down at the white tile floor. "Screw around or something."

"Well, not if you don't want to, of course," he replies easily. "But, in the off chance that you did want to... This would be the place."

You blink at this suggestion. "In a hotel shower?"

"Easy to wash away all the evidence." He leans down, pressing a kiss against your neck. You shiver slightly at the feeling of his lip ring pressing against your skin.

In all honesty, you aren't opposed to the idea at all, even less so as he continues to mouth at your neck. It's just that... Well, you hadn't expected this.

"Promise me you won't get super weird about it if it turns out... Well, gross?" you ask, just to be sure.

"I swear," Frank replies. "Not much freaks me out, babe."

"Alright," you reply. "So, how's this gonna work? Like... From a technical standpoint."

"I was thinking..." You let out a yelp of surprise as Frank pushes you back against the shower wall. "Like this?"

You hesitate with a frown. "This seems... Slippery," you say. "The last thing I want is to fall over going heels to Jesus in the shower."

"You won't," Frank assures you. "Just... Wrap your legs around my waist."

You blink at him. "Frank Anthony," you start. "If I end up knocking myself out, I am going to personally kick your ass as soon as I wake up."

"You won't," he repeats. He wraps his arms around your waist, holding you against the wall with a surprising amount of stability as you instinctively wrap your legs around him.

You swallow hard, feeling your heart beginning to speed up as you shift against the wall, getting reasonably comfortable. "Yeah," you mutter quietly. "Okay."

He gives you a soft smile, reaching out to gently tuck a lock of wet hair behind your ear. "Don't be nervous, babe," he tells you. "I've got you, see?"

As soon as the words leave his mouth, you feel his hand brushing against your inner thigh. "Frank." His name breaks up from your throat, edged with much more desperation than you expected. "Please..."

His lips brush lightly against yours before he pulls back again, his eyes boring into yours with that spark of intensity that drives you wild every time. "You want it, angel?" he asks. "Want to fuck yourself on my fingers?"

You nod, feeling the cold tile pressing against your skin. "Yeah," you say. "Yeah, I do."

"Thought so."

Your head falls against his shoulder as he shoves one finger inside of you, immediately going all the way up to the knuckle without any resistance.

You let out a soft whimper as he thrusts his finger in and out of you, setting a quick rhythm. "So easy," he says. "All wet and open for me..."

You wrap your arms tighter around his shoulders. "More," you manage weakly.

"You need more, huh? Need to be stretched out?" He adds another finger, keeping the pace he set before. "How's that?"

It's all you can do not to throw your head back against the wall. "Feels so good, Frankie. Fuck..." Your eyes fall closed as he continues to thrust his fingers into you.

You're so much more sensitive than usual. The feeling seems... Magnified, somehow, albeit being edged with a dull ache that isn't usually there. Despite the fact that your cramps are usually the absolute bane of your existence, you don't actually hate it. In fact, it's almost pleasant.

You gasp as his fingers press against a spot deep inside of you, causing your legs to tighten around him. "Right there, Frankie, oh my God..."

"So needy," he comments, repeating the action all over again. "My pretty girl, begging to come all over my fingers." He leans it to kiss you again, — long and deep this time, with teeth and tongue.

He's moving his hand even faster now, fingers hooking against just the right place, occasionally grinding the heel of his hand against your clit. It's all so overwhelming and so fucking dirty. Your head spins as his name breaks up from your throat, broken. "Frank..."

"Fucking do it." He presses his fingers up into you and holds them there, causing you to tense around him. "There we go... That's my girl..."

You clench around him, muffling your moan into his neck as you come apart. Your thighs tremble violently. You aren't sure if it's because of the position that you're in, or just the fact that everything feels so much more intense than usual, but it feels like it takes forever for you to stop shaking and come back down to earth.

You whine as Frank pulls his fingers out of you. Despite the fact that you just had one of the most intense orgasms in... Well, maybe ever, that burning ache is still there, heavy in the pit of your stomach.

You want more.

No. You need more.

You wrap your legs tighter around Frank's waist, gripping him like your life depends on it. "Need you to fuck me."

"Oh, yeah?" He meets your gaze, eyes flashing. "Tell me how bad you want it, baby."

If he wants you to beg, that won't be a problem. Not at all.

"Need it," you whine, gripping him tighter. "Need you to make me come again. Need to have you inside of me."

He groans. "Oh, Jesus," he mutters before lifting you up the slightest bit higher and pushing inside of you.

You let out a shrill, desperate sound as he fills you up, already clawing at his back. "Do it hard," you plead. "Please, Frankie."

He keeps his arms around you as he bucks up into you, crushing you against his chest so as to keep you from hitting your head on the wall.

"My fucking dirty girl," he says. "Wanted this so bad, but couldn't even ask for it."

"Didn't... didn't think you would... Oh, fuck..." Your attempts to explain yourself are cut off by your desperate whimpers as he fucks you at a bruising pace.

At this point, your belly isn't cramping so much anymore, but the angle ensures that your legs and back do. You can't even bring yourself to mind, however, as Frank fucks you. He's hitting all the right places, and it feels like every nerve ending in your body is awake and buzzing,

"Didn't think I'd what?" Frank asks. "Didn't think I'd want to touch you, just because you're bleeding? Fuck, baby... I couldn't care less." He looks down at your face, smiling slyly.

"Wish you could see yourself right now," he continues. "All blissed out and desperate. You're so..." His mouth moves down your neck as he drives into you, even harder. "Fucking... Beautiful..."

"Frank." You turn your head to the side, feeling your face burn as he continues mouthing along your neck, surely leaving behind a pattern of angry red marks. "Gonna come again..."

"No, no, angel. You gotta look at me."

Slowly, you turn back towards him, meeting his eyes again. That just makes it all the more intense and... Fuck.

You come around him with a high-pitched moan, digging your fingernails hard into his shoulder.

"So fucking pretty. Fuck, baby." Frank throws his head back as he follows you over the edge, coming inside you with a deep groan.

You stay pressed against the shower wall for a while, weak-kneed and lightheaded.

"Hold still," Frank tells you.

You let out a sigh as he slowly pulls out of you. You're afraid to look down and see the mess that you've made, but you can't stop yourself.

You cringe. It's just as bad as you expected. "Sorry about... That," you manage weakly.

Frank shakes his head. "We're in the shower for a reason, right?" he asks. "C'mere. Let me help you get cleaned up."

You slide down against the wall, forcing yourself to stand on shaking legs.

Once you're under the shower's spray, you realize that the water's gone cold. Still, you close your eyes, giving a shaky but contented sigh as Frank washes your back with the hotel soap.

"Can't believe you did that," you mutter as he passes the bar soap over to you so you can return the favor.

He chuckles. "Does it really surprise you that much?"

"Honestly, yeah." You put the bar of soap down and move on to the shampoo bottle, lathering the suds into his hair. "I mean, I wouldn't be so surprised if Gerard did it, but..."

"Hey, now," Frank cuts you off. "Are you really talking about Gerard after I gave you not one, but two mind-blowing, cramp-relieving orgasms?"

You laugh. "Don't even act like you haven't immediately started talking about Gerard after sex, too," you say. "He's constantly there, in the back of our minds. We can't get rid of him."

"I guess so." Frank leans back into your touch like an affectionate puppy before speaking up again. "You wanna know something?"

"What?"

"Gee was the one who actually, uh... Put the idea in my head."

You stop massaging the shampoo into his scalp, feeling your face burning. "Please tell me you're kidding."

"I wish I could," he replies solemnly. "He told me you were laying all over him because you had cramps. Said that you deserved, uh... A chance at natural relief, or something like that?" He shakes his head. "I dunno. More and more lately, I get the feeling that he must be into some weird shit."

You laugh. "Well, that weird shit helped," you say. "I guess I really am indebted to him now."

"Yeah," Frank agrees. "Might as well give him a big ol' kiss next time you see him as a thank you."

A smile spreads across your face. "I will, if you don't beat me to it."

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himbofrank · 9 months

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Warning: 18+/You are responsible for your own media consumption.

"That's it, baby," Frank smirked over you. You gasped for breath and looked up at him, pupils blown wide with lust. "God, you're so hot when you're on your knees gagging on my cock like that. C'mere, baby."

He leaned down and met your lips, thoughtfully reminding you of his love. "Mmm, your lips are so wet from your own drool, baby. I wonder what else is wet, hm?" You relished pleasing him, but couldn't help but want to be touched.

Frank's cock slapped you on the cheek, you gasped surprised. "Hey, remember you're my baby. My slut. My bitch. You may be wet, but my needs come first." Still standing above you, Frank cupped your cheek and stroked it with his thumb before using his other hand to slap his cock against your other cheek. "Fuck, you're so good at being my little slut. Now open up again, I'm not done with you."

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vaultofhorrors · 8 days

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YALL THIS IS SMUT !!

read at your own risk

Frank iero cus yes.

Not rlly any warnings other than sex😭

the sound of denim sliding together and moans as you ground against his thigh was a familiar one. You guys did this in the green room at least every other show. You knew the drill. "Want me to mark you up all pretty? Want me to show everyone how good you are for me?" Frank growled, you let out a jumble of words that could only be interpreted as mumbles but shook your head in agreement as he sucked kisses on the hollow of your neck holding your hips down on his thigh to get at it better. "Please just.." your pleading was cut of by a whimper, from you. Frank put his hands under the waist band of your jeans and ran a finger through your wet center. "All this? Barely touched you yet hon" he said with a smirk as he brought his fingers to your lips and let you suck them clean. He unbuttoned your pants slowly and looked up to you for approval as you nodded. Shortly your pants where discarded and so was his shirt, you ran a hand through his sweat infused hair and tugged a bit as you felt his breath fan over your cunt. You whined and arched your back gripping his locks tighter causing him to groan. He pressed a kiss to your clothed clit and peeled off your underwear, "open" he said waiting for you to spread your legs which happened almost immediately after you where asked. "Fuck your wet." He sighed before pressing a finger into your hole and curling it up hitting that spot he knew you liked. You tugged on his hair and threw your head back to let out what could only be described as a pornographic moan. He had a proud grin on his face as he added another finger in there and adding his thumb to rub your clit. "Y'Like that babe?" He chuckled as he increased his speed on both your pussy and your clit. "Fuck im close, please.." you moaned bucking up your hips he nodded his head and you released on his fingers. "Nasty bitch.." frank said with an exhale through his nose, "always." You giggled in between pants.

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elektramustdie · 2 months

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had this in mind for awhile.

warnings - rough. unprotected. overstimulation. dacryphila.

A hot tear rolls down your cheek. You’ve never had him like this before. This hard. This rough. Frank has always been careful with you, but tonight, you asked him not to be. Looked up at him through your lashes and asked him to ruin you, as you’d put it.

And well, you’re getting what you asked for.

“You okay, pretty?” He says, gripping your hips hard as he pushes into you, hips landing flush against your ass. It’s a rhetorical question. he knows you’re enjoying this. He only made you repeat the safe word close to a dozen times before pinning you onto the bed and having his way with you. “This what you wanted?”

Your hands clutch onto the bedsheets for life, head impossibly hazy from how Frank has utterly abused your cunt for the past thirty minutes. Swiping over your clit with his thumb and pulling away when your thighs start to shake. Rutting into you hard and fast, but never keeping up the pace enough for you to climax.

It’s pain and it’s torture, but fuck it feels good.

He wraps a hand around one of your thighs, pushing it over his shoulder, eliciting a broken whine from you. He’s buried deeper inside you now, somehow. Stuffed like you’ve never known.

“N-Need to cum, Frankie” You look up at him, glossy eyed and pouting. “Please.”

“You’ll get to cum,” He grunts simply, lifting a hand to push some hair away from your face, his thumb tenderly stroking your temple. “You’re— fuck. You’re gorgeous like this.”

Truthfully, Frank wasn’t totally convinced by the idea. Fucking you until you cried, until you begged. But you’re clenching tightly around him, making the most wonderful sounds… you’re ruined. Ruined beautifully by the pleasure only he can grant you.

His free hand moves so he’s thumbing at your clit again, and you cry out at the pleasure shooting through your core. One of your hands moves from the sheets to clutch at his shoulder, but Frank is quick to envelop it in his own, lacing his fingers with yours and pushing your hand back against the pillow. You’re sure you’re squeezing it uncomfortably tight, but if you are, Frank doesn’t mention it.

And fuck, you’re crying again. You’re overwhelmed and overstimulated but somehow none of it is enough, your orgasm impending yet too far away with the game Frank seems to be playing.

This is what you wanted, after all. And well, you’re not complaining.

Upon seeing your cheeks wet and your eyes wide and blinking away tears,Frank leans down, never slowing his torturous ruts into your cunt as he presses his lips to the salty liquid on your skin.

“You’re taking this— mm, so well…” He utters against your cheek, hissing as you tighten around him. “So pretty getting fucked like this.”

His lips are soft and comforting, along with the hand that’s squeezing yours in reassurance.

When your eyes meet his, they’re heavy and dark. Plagued with desire and a thirst for your pleasure.

You don’t think this is the last time you’ll have Frank like this. It’s a thrilling thought.

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rdiowx · 10 months

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MCR AUDIO LIST

Disclaimer: Might sound like them might just remind me of them, even if it does sound like them might not be a perfect match!!! Also the majority of these are female aligned because uh people suck

Gerard

Nonstop nut november

I luv cockwarming

The way he was crying behind the door was soo

Why camp when u could fuck?

I threw in a dom one out of pity

Frank

Guess ur not reading that book

For the people who like puppy play 🫡

Somnophilia luvrs

Yea so what i based that one fic off this

Tell me this isnt frank

Mikey

Wrap it b4 u tap it guys

OMG A MALE LISTENER ONE!

I mean the title did say he was fucking the brat out of u

2. Men.

Thigh riding w/ mikey way

RAY

In which Ray toro fingers u to sleep

Video games make you horny or smth idk

I like mythos a lot if u couldn’t tell

Ray toro coded audio id like to think

Celebrating ur birthday with ray toro

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starg1rlblog · 1 year

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᳝ ࣪ ♥︎ — You’re So Mean To Me

pairings: fem!reader x frank iero

warnings: 18+, nsfw, d/s dynamic, slight?dacryphilia, degradation, manhandling, spanking, fem!receiving

taboo content ahead! you are responsible for your own media consumption.

Frank had you bent over his lap while he sat firmly on the bed. Your skirt was pushed up to your waist and your panties were down to your ankles. This was humiliating; everything below your waist was exposed. Your boyfriend wound his hand up and smacked it against your ass. “You’ve been such a mouthy girl today,” Frank delivered another slap. “Why do you have to be like that, huh?” You had no response. All you could do was quietly whine to yourself as he showed you no remorse, smacking you with intent to leave marks.

Your ass was bright red with throbbing welts. You knew it would leave you sore for days with wild bruises. You pressed your face deep into the mattress to muffle your cries while Frank relentlessly slapped you. The harsh smacks sent you jolting forward but Frank held you tightly by the hip to keep you still.

Frank slapped your ass repetitively fast to watch your flesh recoil. He enjoyed the view but you, however, didn’t favor the pain. You thrashed and kicked around to show disapproval and as expected Frank didn’t take a liking to it. “Knock it off,” he demanded as he brought his palm against your ass with so much force your head shot up from the mattress to let out a broken sob, “oouchh!” You picked yourself up by your elbows to turn your head and face your boyfriend. Your bottom lip trembled with tears rolling down you flushed cheeks.

Frank felt his heart strings being tugged at the sight of you. Even then with salty tears falling down you were adorable to him. Frank rubbed your ass to soothe the ache, “m’awh, did that hurt?” He wore a prideful smile as he looked down mesmerized by the handprints he left on you. You were too dazed to make a coherente sentence. All you could muster up was a broken, “mm-hm.”

“That’s too bad.” His voice was laced with faux sympathy as he mimicked your sulk expression which only made you more upset. He leaned close, “Brats like you deserve it.”

You squinted your eyes shut letting fat tears stream down. “You’re so mean!” You yelped.

“I know.” He grinned before planting another smack on your raw flesh. Your legs buckled as you winced, “mm—aahh!” Your head fell down as you hands gripped the sheets. You could feel your cunt flutter at the pleasurable pain. Frank brought his hand away from your ass down between your inner thighs. He let his fingers rub across your folds and was enveloped with your wetness; it glossed over his fingers. “But you like it when I’m mean, don’t you?”

You shook your head and mumbled a no but you were lying. You did like it. You were lying poorly through your teeth and he knew that. “No? really?” Frank wondered. He let his fingers toy with the folds of your pussy.

Shaking your head you grumbled, “so mean.”

Frank gave you a quick swat to the ass. Taking you by surprise, you let out a soft moan. Frank snickered to himself letting his finger reintroduce themselves to your aching cunt. “I don’t believe you, baby.”

Frank dipped his fingers into you teasingly slow. You gasped at the stretch of his fingers inside you. Letting his fingers curl up to reach every inch of you. “God, I love this fucking pussy.” He groaned still playing with your slick, swollen cunt. He brought his palm against your pussy and smacked It. The wet gushing of your pussy being fucked by Frank’s fingers made his dick strain against his jeans. He watched you in complete awe. The way you dug your nails into the sheets, gripping tight to keep your soul from floating away from the pleasure. Your lips parting as soft mewls escaped you.

Frank snaked his hand around and squeezed your throat. You choked out a gasp as he brought you up close to his face, making your back arch. Still fucking your needy cunt hard with his fingers. “Look at you. Taking it like like a whore.” Your bottom lip quivered as you whimpered up at him. “Just admit it. you love it when i’m mean like this and i’ll let you cum.”

You were stubborn and didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. Frank gripped tighter at your throat and let his fingers pace themselves slow. You looked up at your boyfriend and pouted, “don’t stop! please.”

“Then say it.” he demanded lowly. Frank released your throat quickly to slap you across the face. The impact caused your face to turn to the side as your cheek splotched red. He felt your cunt clench around his fingers from the pain. “C’mon, baby. say it.”

Unraveling in his grasp you couldn’t hold it back. You groaned and caved in. “i love it! i love it when you’re mean to me! please!” You pathetically admitted. “Just don’t stop, please.”

“That’s a good girl.” Frank was satisfied with your full submission and smiled. “Cum on my fingers, doll.”

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randomfandomswriting · 2 years

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could we get a revenge era frank x fem!reader smut??

i was thinking how about after a long day of work (y/n) comes home and catches frank playing with himself then (y/n) basically just helps him finish

thank you!

AHHHH!! i love this idea so much. i love revenge era frank especially because nose and lip ring…. ok ok ok anyway i hope you enjoy this! i had fun writing it! it’s kind of short but i could take more requests or a part 2…. also…. idk i feel like Frank has switch energy so i kind of wrote him more subby here… anywayssssss

my usual disclaimer: this is fiction and for fun and never meant for Frank’s eyes irl. 18+ smut ahead!!

revenge era frank x reader!

It was a long day, you couldn’t get out the door of your job fast enough, the drive home felt like it lasted hours, but as you pulled up to your apartment you felt relief washing over you. You were happy to be home and happy to know that Frank was home waiting for you. You found it odd when you got through the door he wasn't on the couch, strumming his guitar as he usually was. The apartment was quiet and as you made your way down the hall toward your room that’s when you heard… whimpering. For a moment you had a flash of worry, but you held back a grin as you realized it was just frank.

You felt your body light ablaze as you quietly got to the door, just slightly ajar where he laid on the bed. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, he was a beautiful sight to see. His long bangs covered some of his face and his eyeliner was smudged. His eyelashes pressed against his cheeks, pink and exasperated. His bottom lip clamped between his teeth, as he let out a squeaky whine. His head tilted back as he stroked himself at a steady pace. This time his mouth fell open, a high pitched moan spilled from his lips. His pretty pink lips. You slowly opened the door, and shut it behind you as you watched him.

“Fuck.” He panted, his eyes opening to you, like he knew you were there. “I’m s—“ He stopped stroking himself, and you shook your head.

“Don’t stop.” You hummed, and he knit his brows, a smile spreading across his lips as he spit in his hand. “Couldn’t wait for me to get home?” You mused as he slowly stroked his erection, his emerald eyes now fixed on you. He shook his head. “But you were thinking of me, right?” You asked, and he nodded tilting his chin up as he whined again.

You kissed him, gently at first but when you pulled away you got your shirt off, when your lips returned to his it was harder. Your teeth taking across his bottom lip, lip ring and all. He whimpered, his eyes still fixed on you.

“So impatient and needy.” You hum against his lips, before kissing his neck, the scorpion tattoo. His breath hitching audibly, you sink your teeth into his skin. Another moan escaping his lips. “Let me help you.” You whisper in his ear and he nods, as your hand finds his slick erection. You wrap your hand around him, slowly stroking as he leaned back on both of his hands. Your lips found his again, as you continued to pump him his breathing ragged. “Tell me how much you missed me.”

“So fucking much.” He cries, “I missed you so fucking much.”

“Good.” You smirk, your mouth finding his neck again.

“Fuck.” He moans, and you smirk again.

“Tell me how badly you want me to wrap my lips around you.” You coo.

“Fuck, please.” He begs. “Please.” Through gritted teeth and you slow your stroke even more. He thrusts into your hand and you giggle.

“Needy boy.” You tease. “I don’t believe you.”

“Please, Y/N.” Your eyes find him, and you raise your eyebrows. You wait. “Please use your mouth, please.” he begs, restless beneath you and you smirk, sinking to the bottom of your bed, your hand never leaving his cock. Your tongue finding his shaft you swipe a hot wet strip of saliva and he already whimpers. You look at him again.

“Tell me again.” You say. “Beg for it.”

“Please, wrap your lips around me.” He nearly cries. You don’t make him ask again, your lips wrapping around him as you slowly take him back into your throat with a moan. His own moan falling out in the form of a cry. You slowly bobbed your head, your eyes finding him as you sucked him back as far as you could take. Your eyes tearing up as you watched his head fall back, his eyes falling shut, his mouth falling open. You sucked off of him stroking as you took a breath.

You sucked him back into your throat again, his body starting to tremble as you moaned and sucked him into the back of your throat. Your eyes landed on him again, so pretty his face red, his pierced lip trembling you loved to have him at your mercy. Loved to see him unraveling beneath you. You could tell he was close, already since he started without you. You suck back off him again.

“Where do you want to cum, baby?” You ask, slowing your hands stroking him again.

“Fuck…” This moan is more guttural and you can feel him shaking. “Swallow it.” He moans, “Please.” You don’t push this time, you just take him back into your mouth sucking and bobbing your head again. His moans become loose and ragged. “Fucking… fuck.” He cries, his head falling back, his body shaking, his hips bucking up into your mouth as his warm load poured out of him and down your throat. You swallowed it all, still sucking him as you let him ride out his orgasm.

“I’m home.” You giggle, before crawling up toward him. Kissing his lips again.

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dumblilb · 1 year

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MULTIFANDOM MASTERLIST

✮ ♱ ✮

! How to help Palestine !

Fluff- ✮

Angst- ♱

Smut- ☾

🎙️:

Eddie Vedder

- My Sunset ✮♱

Kurt Cobain

- Screw up ♱ ✮

🎸:

Frank Iero

- unapproachable ✮ ♱

- you taste better ☾

- sick ☾ ✮ ♱

🎧:

Jeremiah Fisher

- summertime sadness masterlist

Ellie Williams

- ELLIE MASTERLIST

- I’m losing it lately ♱ ✮

- Clingy!Ellie Headcanons ✮ ☾

- I Knew Then ✮ ☾

- Anniversary!Ellie Headcanons ✮ ☾

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partypoisonzz · 2 years

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(it feels good) to know you're mine (frank iero x reader smut)

Kinktober 2022 Day 1: Dirty Talk/Daddy Kink

Reader Pronouns: She/Her

Era: Revenge (2005)

Content:

Backstage Quickie

Daddy Kink

Praise and Degradation

Possessive Sex

Word Count: 1,776

Disclaimer: This explicit story was written by an adult, for adults. If you are under the age of 18, please do not interact.

The springs in the ratty dressing room couch creak with your every move. You know that everyone on the other side of the door will probably hear it and know exactly what you're up to, but, well...

"Fuck, yeah. Just like that, baby..."

...they could probably figure it out, whether or not the couch was involved.

You whimper, slamming your hips down harder against Frank's. He throws his head back with a deep groan, exposing his throat. You waste no time attacking the hollow of his neck, licking from his collarbone up to the scorpion tattoo just below his jawline.

He hisses in response. "Fucking dirty girl," he murmurs in your ear. "You're always taking it one step further, huh? Seeing what I'll let you get away with?"

You smile sweetly at him, — or try to, anyway. It's kind of hard to keep a straight face when you're riding the fuck out of your boyfriend in a desperate attempt to blow off some steam before showtime. "Always, Daddy," you manage.

Those two words seem to flip a switch within him. Frank's eyes darken as he tightens his grip on your hips. "What did you just say?"

You grin. "I said, 'always.'"

You yelp as he squeezes your hips, pulling you towards him roughly. "Always what?" he demands.

Though his evident frustration satisfies you immensely, you do your best not to show it. In your experience, it's always been more fun to play coy. "I always, — ah... Always try to see what I can get away with..."

"Uh-huh." You gasp as he thrusts up into you with a surprising amount of force. "And what the fuck did you call me?"

Your heart flutters at the edge in his voice. God, you love it when he gets aggressive with you.

Your reply escapes your lips, barely audible. "Daddy."

"Can't hear you." He rolls his hips into you with another low groan. "Speak up, baby."

"I said... Oh, fuck!" You cry out as he hits the spot inside of you that always manages to make you see stars.

"Spit it out, angel." His pace becomes even more punishing, his hips snapping against yours with quick rhythm. His fingers dig into your side hard enough to leave behind bruises.

You attempt to steady your breathing and regain your composure. "I said," you force out, voice trembling, "always, Daddy."

Frank fucking growls in response to your answer. "That's my good fucking girl," he says. "It's a shame you have to be so fucking disobedient when it could be so easy. But you like that, don't you? Pushing my buttons?" He quickens his pace again, a smirk surfacing on his face. "You like pissing me off, right? Seeing how much I can take before I finally fucking snap?"

Your face burns at the accusation. Truth be told, you do like pissing him off, but it's not like you'll readily admit that. Then again, considering he's fucking you so hard that you can hardly think, you really can't do much to argue your case, either. "I... I don't..."

Frank chuckles. "What's wrong, baby? Cat got your tongue?" He slams into you particularly hard, eliciting a high-pitched shriek.

His face appears to soften. "Aww, sweetheart." One of his hands abandons your hip in favor of cupping your face. He runs his thumb along your jaw before tightening his grip. He holds your head in place, forcing you to look him in the eye.

"Look at you." His voice drips with a condescending sort of sweetness as his eyes bore into yours. "Can't even talk because Daddy's made you go cockdumb."

You let out another pitiful noise of surprise as his other hand comes down hard against your ass, inspiring a sharp sting.

"What happened to that fucking mouth of yours, hmm?" he demands. "Seemed like it was working just fine earlier. You can only talk back when you've got the upper hand, right?"

You only attempt to argue because you know you can't let him be right. "N-no," you stammer. "It's just..." You trail off with a whine as the knot in your stomach begins to tighten. Fuck, you're getting close.

"Just what?" Frank presses. "Tell me, baby. Tell me what's going on in that pretty little head of yours while Daddy fucks you."

At this point, you know that you're fighting a losing battle. When it comes to Frank, you almost always are.

"You fuck me so good, Daddy," you whine, accepting your defeat. "Filling me up, fucking me hard. It feels so fucking good, I can't—" You let out another shrill moan as he hits that spot inside you again. "Fuck, Daddy!"

Frank laughs. His composure is infuriating. "You like that?" he asks. "Like telling me how good it feels? Like when Daddy fucks you so hard you can't even fucking think?"

Knowing that you've officially lost the battle, you give a jerky nod of your head. "Mmm-hmm."

"There's my good girl," he praises you. "Knew I could put you in your place. Just took a little extra work, s'all." He slows down his pace, rolling his hips up into you slowly but deliberately. His eyes stay locked with yours as he loosens his hold on your face, stroking your jaw gently. "Tell me who you belong to, angel."

You whine, attempting to match his rhythm with your own movements. "You," you murmur.

Frank increases his pace again ever-so-slightly, still staring into your eyes. "Speak up."

You choke out a moan that sounds more like a sob. "You," you repeat. "I'm all yours, Daddy."

"Fuck." Without warning, he speeds up again, his pace becoming erratic. "Good fucking girl. My good girl. All mine."

You dig your nails into his shoulders as you move against him. "All yours, Daddy," you assure him, voice coming out high-pitched and strained. You aren't sure how much longer you can last, but you know that you won't come until he says you can.

He laughs, and it's all you can do not to melt. Even when he's fucking the life out of you on some random venue's couch, his laugh sounds the same, — infectious and misleadingly innocent. "All mine," he repeats. "Holy shit, how did I get so lucky?"

Before you can register what's happening, he presses his lips against yours. He kisses you hard, his tongue brushing over your own. He pulls back the hand that was cupping your jaw, only to tangle it into your hair and tug.

You moan into his mouth before pulling back. "Fr- Daddy," you stammer. "I'm getting close. I don't..."

He kisses you again, quick this time, before pulling away. "Go ahead, baby," he urges you. "Come all over Daddy's cock. That's it..."

Practically as soon as he gives you permission, you let out a loud cry. The trembling begins in your thighs before taking over your entire body. Without any conscious thought, you lean forward, burying your face, — along with your teeth, — in Frank's shoulder.

"Shit." Frank lets out a guttural groan before going still. He releases inside of you with a slight jerk and a low sound from deep inside his chest.

For a moment, the two of you sit in silence. You keep your head rested on his shoulder as you try to regulate your breathing. Frank pulls his hand away from your hip, only to wrap his arms around your waist.

Finally, he speaks. "Honey?"

"Hmm?"

"I hate to ask, but... can you get up for a minute?"

You whimper before lifting yourself off him.

He chuckles. "I'll only be a second, I promise." He pats you on the arm before crossing the room and discarding the condom in the waste basket.

With that, he returns to the beat-up couch, pulling you back into his arms. "There we go."

You hum in acknowledgement, burying your face in his neck.

He rubs slow, gentle circles against your shoulder. "Didn't expect you to bite me," he remarks. "That was... a surprise, but not necessarily a bad one."

You laugh. "Well, then. I won't warn you next time."

He snorts. "Like you did this time?" he asks before leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"Hey," he murmurs into your hair. "Guess what?"

You cast your eyes up in his direction. "What?"

You can feel his smile, though you can't necessarily see it. "I love you."

A smile spreads across your face. "Love you, too."

The blissful silence returns for only a moment before you hear a rap on the door.

"Frank!" Ray calls from the other side. "We've got ten minutes, man!"

"So put your fucking clothes on!" Gerard chimes in.

You roll your eyes as Frank releases you from his grip. "That's my cue." He stands up, beginning to collect his discarded clothes from the floor and pull them back on.

"You should probably get ready, too," he advises you as he zips up his jeans. "I'll be looking for you in the crowd, y'know."

"Front row, baby." You stand up, reaching for the panties that you haphazardly tossed to the ground earlier.

Frank casts you a sidelong glance as he readoes his belt. "Do you really have to put those back on?" he asks.

You freeze in the process of stepping into the underwear. "Not necessarily," you reply.

That sly grin that you know so well lights up his face. "Then don't."

With a mock sigh of desperation, you toss the garments back to the ground, reaching for your shorts instead.

Once the two of you are dressed and have done your best to remedy your disheveled states, you step out of the dressing room.

Frank's bandmates eye you with a shared look of combined horror and amusement.

"Could you two try to be a little quieter next time?" Ray requests, arms crossed in front of his chest. "I wouldn't be surprised if the whole venue heard you."

Frank shrugs, throwing Pansy's strap over his shoulder. "Free performance before the show."

Ray sighs and shakes his head. "That's what the opening act is for, Frank."

"We're better than the opening act." Frank's lip ring gleams under the warm humming light before he steps forward, leaning in to kiss you again.

You give him a quick peck, pulling back with a smile. "Knock 'em dead."

"I will." His eyes dance as he reaches down to squeeze your hand. "I've already killed my nerves. Nothing's stopping me now."

He lets go of your hand when Ray calls for him to follow the rest of them. You watch as he steps onstage, grinning at the thought of the teeth marks hidden beneath his T-shirt.

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youlookedalotbetterlastnight · 1 year

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no plot straight smut idea: nasty filthy dirty frank iero daddy kink spitting in mouth <3

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(Spit Kink, Daddy kink, No-Plot, sub!reader dom!frank iero, pet names, Breeding kink, Rough sex, Face-Fucking, Degradtion kink, light-Praise kink, light-Brat Taming, Choking Kink, Dacryphilia)

AN; IM SO SORRY THAT THIS IS LIKE SOOOOO LATE OMG

You’re on your knees as he guides your head up and down his cock, he thrusts into your mouth and you hold onto his thighs for support as he hits the back of your throat making you gag “That's it baby.. Choke on my cock..” he moans “Fuck.. I don’t wanna cum yet.” he says pulling you off, his cock leaves your mouth with a pop sound. You breathe heavily and he makes you look up at him “You want me to fuck you, baby?” he coos and you nod in response “C’mon, use your words.” he says in a firm tone “Yes, daddy.” you say looking up at him with doe-ish eyes “God, you look like such a slut on your knees like this.” he says and he makes you open your mouth, he then spits into your mouth making you flinch a bit and he chuckles at your reaction. He pulls you up to your feet and he pushes you on the bed getting on top of you “Hurry!” you whine out impatiently “Stop being a fuckin’ brat, You can wait.” he says in a stern tone, your eyebrows furrow as you pout “Alright, two can play that game.” he says and before you can ever process he flips you over on your stomach and he pulls your hips up positioning them perfectly. You open your mouth to say something but that thought is immediately cut off when you feel him push into you you moan out loudly in response, he then pumps in and out of you at a merciless pace making you whine and moan “M..Mph! Slow down!” you whimper out “I told you not to be a fuckin’ brat didn’t I? Isn’t this what you wanted, hm? To be fucked like a cheap slut?” he asks, thrusting harder after every word. All you can do is moan and whimper as you feel your legs quiver and feel your eyes well up with tears of pleasure, you then feel him take your arms and pull them back lifting you up “Answer me, whore.” he says sternly “Yes, daddy– fuck mmh please let me cum” moan out, he then pulls out of you flipping you over once more. He slips back into you and continues his harsh thrusts “C’mon baby, dirty up my cock like the slut you are.” he says wrapping his hand around your throat holding you down, you feel yourself tremble as you cum around his cock. But he doesn't stop, his thrusts get sloppy and his moans get more frequent he then grips onto your hips roughly “You want daddy to cum in you princess, huh?” he asks and all you can do is nod completely fucked out, one harsh thrust and you feel him cum deep inside of you filling you to the brim. He pulls out panting, he lays down next to you pulling you close into his arms.

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rdiowxdeaddove · 3 months

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2therazor · 4 months

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clean sheets

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content warnings: afab, dom reader, mommy kink, slightttt masochism, established relationship, unprotected sex, degradation

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!THIS IS A REPOST FROM BEFORE I DELETED THIS BLOG!

it had been an extremely long day. extremely long. all day your boss on your ass about this and that, every thought straying further away from stability. wasn’t being an adult supposed to be fun?

as soon as you pulled into the driveway you felt your heart sink, every emotion in the world had just hit you at once as you slowly got out of the drivers seat and closed the door. the only thing on your mind was walking into the front door and being able to see gerard. days like this he would for sure be sat on the couch watching anything ranging from a superhero movie to a horror movie. (and nowhere in between) you smiled at the thought as you slowly pushed open the front door.

“hey baby,” he called from the couch as you slowly shut the door.

you kicked off your shoes and set down your bag without saying a word. gerard knew something was off right away. you were never this quiet coming home.

“hey.” you sighed, trying to hide the frustration and irritation in your voice. which you knew, wouldn’t do much. gerard always had a way of knowing if something wasn’t right, even if you tried to be as nonchalant as possible, there was no getting past him.

“what’s wrong?” he paused the movie and turned his head to look at you in the doorway. your head was down the entire time, looking at your feet.

the question alone was enough to make you crack as you quickly burst into tears, not lifting your head from your feet to look at gerard. you knew the look of concern on his face would probably only make it worse and you hated to worry him.

“oh sweetheart, I’m sorry,” he shifted from his spot on the couch and made his way over to you, slowly wrapping his arms around your body. the scent of his cheap cologne mixed with cigarettes was all too familiar to you. never once did you not feel safe in his arms, especially when you were like this.

“it’s just- my stupid fucking boss again” you choked between sobs, burying yourself deeper into his sweater.

you felt an arm come up to rub small circles on your back as he pulled away from you, looking at you with those soft, hazel eyes. you could’ve swore you’d die right there. he spoke gently, “was she on your ass again about the drafts?”

you nodded, attempting to hide in his arm again, but he stopped you, bringing a hand up to your cheek to wipe your tears.

“I’m just so frustrated and irritated, she makes me feel like i’m always doing everything wrong. i cant stand being treated like im like five years old and incapable of doing my job.” you brought your own sleeve to wipe your nose and eyes, wondering how gerard could see you like this; a sobbing mess, and still think you were the most beautiful thing he’s laid his eyes upon.

“i know baby, i know. why don’t you come sit with me for a bit, I’ll make you some tea and you can just relax for a bit.”

you smiled up at him and nodded gently. he always knew how to comfort you even if it was something so small and ridiculous in your mind.

“okay, come on,” he put his hand in yours and gently guided you over to the couch to sit. when he tried to walk away to turn the tea kettle on, he was stopped by a hand grabbing his sweater.

“stay? just for a little? just wanna hold you, please”

you croaked, lowering your hand.

he smiled gently, black hair falling into his eyes. “okay, yeah. ok i can do that.”

you smiled as he sunk into the couch. immediately, you crawled into his lap as he wrapped his arms around you.

you both stayed like this for a while, just enjoying each other’s presence when you began to feel a bit antsy. moving around every few minutes, hoping gerard wouldn’t notice.

but the truth was, it was hard not to notice what you were doing. squirming more and more as time went on. when you realized gerard was playing dumb, you looked up at him and weakly spoke.

“gee?”

he turned his head to look at you, but he had that sick sly grin on his face. he definitely knew what you were trying to do. but still, he played along, acting all innocent, pretending he didn’t have a clue.

“what’s up?”

you bit your lip, embarrassed to even bring it up, but still you tried, “can we… try something?”

there it was, that smile that he tried (but failed miserably) to hide, gently looking down at you, bringing a hand to your face. “what did you have in mind?”

you were so flustered but were getting to a point where none of that mattered anymore, so gently you said, “like… maybe i could be dominant? push you around, make you beg… just need to let off some steam..”

gerard was failing so hard to keep his composure, all he could muster out was a mere “fuck baby”

you smiled, slowly snaking up to his face and pulling him in for a heated kiss. kissing gerard was usually gentle and slow, but now he seemed desperate, practically begging you without words to push your tongue deeper into his mouth.

he pulled away for a second, hair messy, lips slick with your saliva and his combined. “lets take this to our room?”

you smiled and gently put a hand on his chest, trailing your fingers closer to his obvious bulge.

“yeah, I’d like that”

on the way to the bedroom you two could hardly keep your hands off of each other, gerard grabbing you by the hand and dragging you down the hall only for your lips to collide again as soon as he shut the door.

“gee?” you broke the kiss to say

“yeah baby?”

there was a spark in your eyes as you lowered your head to smile and speak. “go sit on the bed.”

gerard could’ve sworn he felt his dick twitch at that comment, he simply complied. making his way over to the bed and sitting on the edge, waiting patiently.

“aw, already being so good baby… but I’m gonna need you to sit all the way on the bed, can you do that for me?”

gerard felt his face turn red, god it was so hot to see you like this, him listening to every command you spoke, not questioning a damn thing. he felt so vulnerable, but god did he love it. you were intoxicating, there was no doubt about that.

and so, he slowly crawled back further onto the bed, groaning at the tight feeling in his jeans.

“sweetheart, please… i need you.”

god he was so needy, you rolled your eyes and scoffed. “did you really think it was gonna be that easy? christ gerard, i haven’t even taken my clothes off and this is how you treat me?”

his eyes widened with anticipation, not knowing what to say next he blurted out,

“mommy, please. im sorry.” he stifled a moan.

fuck. you were done for.

you tried to keep the façade up as you slowly walked over to the bed and began to strip slowly, making sure gerard was watching your every move. and he was, practically fucking you with his eyes.

he moved a hand down to attempt to touch himself but was quickly stopped by your hand attempting to pin his wrist to the bed.

“did I say you could touch yourself?” you growled climbing into his lap, still in your panties.

he turned his face to the side, attempting to avoid eye contact. you were not gonna let him off that easy.

“look at me. did I say you could touch yourself gerard?”

he whined at the pressure of you on his lap and slowly breathed out, “no.. im just. fuck i need you baby. need to be inside of you.”

a slap rang through the room, gerard gently bringing his hand up to his cheek.

“you’re not behaving gerard. good boys wait. and what are you supposed to call me?”

his glossy eyes turned to you as he spoke, “im sorry mommy. i’ve been bad. didn’t mean to-“

you cut him off with a kiss, this time more gentle.

“color?” you asked, gently stroking his cheek.

“green. fuck green” he breathed out

you smiled as you went back to kissing down his neck, slowly grinding down on his lap with each kiss.

gerard really couldn’t be in his pants much longer, and as you pulled away from his neck, he asked quietly, “mommy? can i take my pants off? please…”

you smiled, gently moving to push your leg against the tent that had been growing in his jeans.

that was enough to make gerard whine and moan all over again, attempting to cover his mouth with one of his free hands. you quickly put a stop to this.

“no, wanna hear you baby boy, you’re so pretty. gotta hear you moan while I fuck you.”

his eyes shut tight and hips bucked against your leg as he let out another high pitched moan.

you smiled, slowly unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down but leaving his boxers on. quickly he kicked away his jeans and they were lost to the floor for the third time this week.

pre come leaked in a small patch on his boxers, barely visible underneath the black fabric. you were practically dripping wet at the sight, not once breaking eye contact as you freed his cock from his boxers.

this earned you a small whine from gerard who had his head thrown back against the pillows with labored breathing. you could see sweat glistening on his forehead, wondering how he got worked up so quickly with you.

“gee baby?” you got his attention, tugging on the hem of one of his many band tees that had seemed to be falling apart at the seams.

“mm?” he replied, soft and quiet. god how did you get so lucky.

seconds later, you were pulling the shirt off his head throwing it to the floor along with his boxers. he was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen in the world. long black locks sticking to his forehead, leftover makeup from nights before.

“c-can you touch me?” he whined, squirming around beneath you.

“i don’t know… you’ve been so so impatient all night. dont know if you deserve it…” you started to trail off.

that really made gerard move beneath you. you could tell he was biting his tongue, holding back from talking back to you again because he knew the consequences.

noticing his movement you slowly dragged your panties off your body. “think you can do something for me baby?” you enquired as he watched you with eager eyes.

“yes, i can do anything for you mommy.” his voice barely audible as he looked up.

“can’t hear you baby…” you gripped your fingers around his throat, giving him a tight squeeze. “speak up, or i’ll just leave you here for another hour.”

his voice was strained as he tried to speak through your hand gripping down on his throat. “please. god please, i’ll do anything, i’m your good boy please.”

you chuckled at his babbling, slowly removing your hand from his throat “so needy…” you said moving your pussy closer to his face. “gonna sit on your face, and if you’re good, i’ll fuck you hard and rough like you like.” you knew the power you held over him right now and you were not going to break character. not when your boyfriend was a sweaty, whiny, mess underneath you. you swore you felt it go straight to your core at the thought,

before he could respond, you lowered yourself onto his face, thighs on both sides of his head, causing him to grip onto your thighs.

“gerard.” you said in a stern tone.

he quickly realized his mistake removing his hands from your body.

“why are you so needy today? you want mommy’s pussy so bad? you have to fucking earn it whore.” you spoke above him before lowering yourself on his face again. he started out slow, small licks from the bottom of your dripping cunt to your clit, sucking hard.

“fuck baby,” you moaned attempting to grind harder down on his face. still, he continued, licking every drop from you, making filthy noises and sucking on your clit in between licks. you were so close, every breath stifling as you sunk further down on him. his tongue plunging deeper and deeper.

gerard could tell you were close, he knew the tell-tale signs of your orgasms like the back of his hand. he sped up, eating you out with so much desperation that it was almost pathetic.

“ah- gerard fuck.”

he stopped for a moment, lightly using his hands to push you off of his face so he could speak. “please cum baby… please, wanna taste you on my tongue, just fucking use me.” before bringing you back to his mouth

you broke, a moaning, overstimulated mess above him as you reached your high, legs shaking as you slowly moved off of his face breathing heavily.

you noticed gerard hadn’t gotten any softer down there, in fact, he looked bothered. the tip of his cock so red and sensitive, pre-come still leaking from the tip. you smiled gently and caressed his cheek. “you did so fucking good for me baby… want me to fuck you? fuck you so hard you can barely think?”

he nodded quickly and sighed out of relief. he needed you so badly.

“fuck me, please. be rough, do whatever you want… just need you now.”

and that's all you needed to hear before sinking down on his cock. still, even if you had been together for almost two years, it was always difficult to adjust to his size. he moaned at the sight of you, throwing his head back and exposing his bare neck. quickly, you wasted no time marking his neck. you knew he loved it when you bit him, licked him and kissed him up and down his neck. always relishing the sweet sounds that came with it. he brought his hands up to cup your breasts, rubbing small circles around your nipples.

you quickly sat up and began to move your hips at an even pace. gerard’s moans filling the room as you bounced up and down on him, not stopping.

for a moment you looked down at him, he was so fucked out it was unbelieveable. you slowly reached your hands down to his neck to choke him again. you felt him go stiff underneath you, letting out a guttural moan from his throat. his eyes grew soft, and although you were in charge, a wave of adoration flooded you as he grabbed your hand and pushed it down harder against his throat.

you picked up the pace again, hands still squeezing his neck tight.

“fuck.. so good..feels so. good.” he babbled beneath you, you could hardly keep your composure at this, that tight knot in your stomach making itself extremely noticeable again.

you moved your hands away from his throat to bring them to his thighs, slapping him as you sped up. you knew he liked it rough, and after the day you had, he told you not to hold back. and that’s exactly what you did.

“gee, m’ so close” you whined, still not slowing down.

“me too- fuck. can we cum together? please? i’ve been good.”

you had to hold yourself from cracking up because he had been anything but good. still, with the state you were both in, you didn’t have the strength to boss him around anymore. you needed release and so did he.

“yes baby, cum for me. do it hard, come for mommy like a good boy…” and it seemed those were the magic words as gerard bucked his hips up in one thrust, and you felt the familiar twitch of him inside of you. you came shortly after, barely able to sit up anymore.

both of you breathing heavily looked at each other and smiled as you slowly climbed off of your boyfriend’s lap, careful not to make too much of a mess.

gerard quickly slid out of bed and grabbed a towel from your shared closet to wipe you down before you had to clean the sheets for the fourth time this week. once he was done he pulled you into his arms, smiling and humming as he looked down at you, almost asleep.

“doing okay?” he asked with a slight hint of concern in his voice.

“yes, more than okay actually” you giggled, bringing his arm around your shoulder. “how about you baby? are you okay?”

“oh god yes,” his cheeks turned upright as he tried to laugh it off, acting like he didn’t have some of the best sex in his life with you.

you smiled into his chest, and although he couldn’t see it, he could feel the curve of your lip pressed against him.

“nap time?” he asked, pulling the covers over the both of you.

“yes, definitely.” you curled back into him and gently dozed off, forgetting about the god-awful day you had.

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