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rdiowx · 1 year

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EDGING BASEMENT GEE

Special appearance from: bullets!Frank iero

I have so many ideas its not even funny

Porn with little to no plot, edging, handjob (Gerard is receiving), begging, crying, Gerard being a cutie, answering the phone, sub!gee, reader is cruel</3, referenced frerard x reader i guess, reader makes gee ask frank for permission, not many uses of y/n but theres like one (1) , cum eating lol, finger sucking, accidentally dialogue heavy, timeline fuckery

Gender neutral/nonbinary!reader

You had told Gerard you would be busy today and yet, he still decided he was gonna call you as if he was dying. When you finally had the time to answer your phone, you were simply met with a whine at the other end and his soft voice —albeit a little hoarse,probably from crying— finally spoke, “please, please dont be mad at me im sorry, i need you. please.”

As of now you were in Gerards room, or technically his basement with him between your legs; back facing as you fist his cock like you had been for maybe the past half hour. “Oh- god! please, please let me cum please im sorry!” Gerard mewled as you slowed down yet again. “Hm..do you think you deserve it baby? After i told you i was doing important stuff today? After you completely disregarded what i said?” You replied, pressing a kiss to his sweat covered neck as you moved his hair. “I- oh god! I’m sorry i am i swear!” He cried gripping the sheets as well as trying to buck his hips fruitlessly as you moved your free hand to hold them down.

Your movements were cut off as Gerards ringtone startles you from the nightstand. You reach over to grab the phone and flip it open seeing the caller id. “Hey Frankie.” You greeted starting your slow pace back up again. “Hey, is Gerard there? We were supposed to go over some things for the band today.” He replied as a look of terror crossed Gerards face seemingly pleading for you to not put him on the phone. “Oh yea of course he’s right here.” You smiled teasingly at Gerard. “Sweet thanks.” Frank seemed grateful as you handed gee the phone much to his dismay. “Hi-hey man whats up?” Gerard faltered trying to hold back a moan. “Gerard are you okay?” Frank asked concerned.

“Oh-um yea im okay, what did you need?” He tried to act confident, but you could see he was cracking and you were gonna push him to that point. Speeding up your pace Gerard squealed and tried to get you to stop with the hand that wasnt holding the phone. “Gerard, give the phone back to (y/n) .” Frank demands and he does so. “What did he do this time?” Frank questioned as you squeezed the base of Gerards cock, making him jump a little.

“Couldn’t get himself off so he decided to call me until i answered the phone so he could cum, although i have been edging him for almost an hour now.” You responded flatly, feeling Gerard twitch under your hand and completely letting go causing a loud whine to escape from his throat. “Hey baby, why dont you ask Frankie if you can cum yet?” You cooed, running your fingers through his grease ridden hair and putting the phone on speaker.

“Please! Please Frankie can i cum? I apologized and im- i promise im sorry!” Gerard Bawled as you kissed the tears on his cheek. “Aw, alright, you can cum on one condition.” Frank began, obviously teasing. “Make it to an hour first and then you can cum all you want.” Frank decided. “Ok-Okay!” He stuttered, as you had started pumping him again. “Thank you, bye Frankie, ill see you later.” You gigged and waited for him to reply, hanging up the phone and putting it beside you.

“Alright baby you heard what frankie said. You have about 10 minutes left.” You informed, causing him to let a choked out moan. You keep teasing him,often taking your hand completely off and watching him twitch and beg even though he already knew the rule. When he had finally made it to an hour, he was covered in a layer of sweat and tears as he shook. “Alright gee, im gonna let you cum now.” You cooed as you sped up for the last time.

He sobbed in relief at thoes words and you tried to keep him from breaking your hand from how hard he was holding it. “Tha-Thank you! Oh god! Thank you thank you thank you!” Gerard chanted as he finally released and you watched as his cum painted your hand and his stomach. You scooped up some of the cum on Gerards stomach and coaxed him to open his mouth, which he did with no complaints and you gently put your fingers in his mouth and he moaned around them. “You did so so good for me gee.” You whispered as you kissed his head. “C’mon lets go clean you up now.” You finished as you helped gee up from his position.

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all2angels · 4 months

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Make a subby frank pretty pls i lov ur worksss 🙏🙏🙏💋

warnings/tws: sub!frank iero, puppy play, humiliation

jfc, frank is such a brat. and he has so much energy too!! like bro chill!! it's giving puppy vibes

i want so badly to put him in a leash and make him walk on all floors in front of his bandmates :3 he'd be super humiliated, whimpering and whining like a lil bitch.

imagine petting his hair and telling him he's a good boy, and then his special treat is gonna be getting his dick sucked + eating you out

frankie is such a menace too- like have y'all seen that clip of frank turning ray's mic away from him- he needs to be put in his place! he needs to get edged and teased until he's on the floor, humping your boot, and begging you to fuck him 🙏

need to make him cum so hard that he's shaking and is a blabbering mess, only able to mumble out 'please' and 'thank you's

that's all i got sorry gang I'm not used to writing for frank, hope y'all like it though!

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starg1rlblog · 1 year

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What are Friends for

(sorta) gerard way x fem!reader x frank iero

warning: 18+, taboo, kinda? cuckold, fem!receiving, praising, lowkey cocky frank, voyerism? written fast might have grammar errors. you are responsible for your own media consumption.

Frank had you in his lap. He rested his chin on your shoulder to get a perfect view. Your legs spread wide open with your bare, wet pussy exposed. One hand around your neck and the other fingering you; His middle and wedding ring fingers penetrated you tenderly. You squirmed in his grasp unable to keep still from the pleasure. Your boyfriend, Gerard was in shock at the sight; His best friend fucking his girlfriend. His face grew pale as his mouth fell open. He noticed your body was glistening with sweat, your legs trembling, while your chest was heaving up and down rapidly. Frank’s been going at it with you for hours.

“What are you doing?” was all Gerard could conjure up. Frank chuckled lowly, shifting his eyes briefly away from you to Gerard, “What does it look like?” His thumb rub circles on your clit, still slamming his fingers into your cunt. You bucked your hips up with a mewl. “God, she’s loving this,” Frank bragged. He looked back up at Gerard with a devilish grin, quirking an eyebrow, “Is she this much of a whore for you…or just for me?”

“Stop it,” Gerard threatened with gritted teeth. He wasn’t going to do anything, really. He wasn’t going to separate you two or walk off. He was wrapped around your finger, he wouldn’t leave you. He stood there and watched you have the time of your life with his band mate.

Frank scuffed, “and leave her hanging? she’s so close, just look at her.” He curled his fingers abusing your g-spot. You whined and brought your hand up to stroke Frank’s cheek; you needed to feel him. “Oh, i think she likes me,” Frank teased winking at Gerard. He was loving this; seeing Gerard grow frustrated at the sight of you two. He let his hand go from your throat to caress your breasts — squeezing them gently. The sound of your wet pussy being fucked by Frank’s fingers echoed in the room, taunting Gerard. Your lewd, “ah, aaahh, ah~” pierced Gerard with jealousy. You tried to close your legs but Frank brought his hand down to keep them open, gripping at your inner thigh and pressing it down to the mattress. You let out a loud, “fuuuckk~” as you squirted on Frank’s fingers. Frank kept fucking you through your high watching in amusement. Your body lifting up from the mattress while you rode out your orgasm. “Such a good girl,” He praised letting his fingers finally slow down. “Whatcha think, Gerard? She a good girl?”

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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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stinkysquirel · 1 year

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. * . ⋆『𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐰』⋆. * .

۵ Frank Iero x Reader

↳ Summary: Headlines ran wild with rumors about you and Frank, usually you'd laugh about them together because you two were friends for so long. But one night Frank comes to your home late at night after getting off the road with his bands and true feelings are revealed.

↳ Warnings: light smut, Fluffy shit, Frank being so babygirl.

↳ Word count : 2.6k

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The headlines seemed to never end. No matter what news website you clicked on or magazine you found, there was no shortage of rumors about you and Frank.

A seemingly innocent photo would surface and dating scandals would rise. It was as if it was impossible for you to have a platonic relationship with a man.

But knowing you and Frank and your personalities, there was always some sort of friendly flirting happening. Even sometimes it wasnt purposeful, it was just the way your relationship had been for so many years and you were content with it.

You sat on your bed, reading different magazines about yourself when Frank called you crying, dying of laughter.Before you could even greet him, his giggles filled your ears.

“Did you see what they put on TMZ about us?”

You immediately panicked, wondering what insane title was on there now.

It wasn’t anything new, but when your personal relationships were at stake, you hardly took it lightly.

“So we accidentally left Ray at the gas station again, right?and while he was waiting he found this magazine and it says ‘My Chemical Romance Guitar Player Frank Iero Seen With Singer Y/n L/n After An Alleged Hookup Leaving Hotel,’ Dude WHAT?” He squeals.

You couldn’t contain your laughter, not completely sure if it was because of the ridiculous headline or Frank's reaction.

“No fucking way, so they just didn’t happen to see our entire friend group behind us leaving as well?” I retorted.

“They’re getting fucking wild i’m telling you - what’s next? ‘Frank Iero seen sniffing Y/n L/n’s toes?’” He bantered. You could hear him stifling, trying desperately to contain his hysterics. But once you broke out laughing, it all burst out.

This was all too common. There wasn’t a lack of giggling and fits whenever you two were around another.

You two laughed on the phone for what seemed like hours. Surely his other band mates in the bus with him thought you both were lunatics.

Once you finally calmed down, the whole situation made you feel like suddenly you were 17 again.

Remembering countless nights you both spent in your backyard when your parents were out. Experiencing so many firsts with each other. Like the first time you both ever got drunk, or the time you stole some weed from your dad and invited him over cause you’d always wanted to try it.

You could hear his giggles in your ear as you both blew smoke out your window. You recalled how you two could not stop talking about how you felt like you were floating as you laid on your carpet floor together, trying to hide giggles from your parents who were just down stairs.

Surely, the tirade your dad gave you when he found out would’ve made you reflect on your actions. But you knew you were lying when you swore to him you’d never do it again.

It wasn’t even the weed itself the reason why you continued ‘borrowing’ it. It was because of how you felt when you and Frank smoked it.

Every single thing you could experience with another boy, you chose to do it with Frank. Your first kiss was with Frank. You begged him for weeks because you really wanted to make a move on the boy you liked, but didn’t want to seem like a beginner, even though you were 16.

Then, at 18, you gave your virginity to him. You knew at the time you loved him, but you weren’t in love with him. And he understood this, that’s why he took off your shirt like he’d done it before, when he hadn’t. He wouldn’t let you know that he in fact too, was giving himself to you as well.

He hoped you would find some conciliation if he told you he’d done it before. But when it was done and over with, you knew secretly what he was hiding. With a smile you fell asleep next to him, knowing that you were his first as well and you slept with a face of total tranquility that night.

The reckless behavior never stopped with you two, even when you both hit your early twenties.

Early as teenagers you both would not stop talking about how you two wanted to persuade music. So when he first started receiving demo tapes, you both knew you were doing something right.

It wasn’t until a bit later till you got your start.

Only a few years later you both would be touring the country, playing in places you’d never even heard of, let alone imagined. And you were happy that you could bury the fear that you hadn’t left him behind.

“How long till you get here? I feel like I'll die without you here.” you groaned into your phone. Truthfully, it would only take a few days with Franks till you didn’t feel like yourself.

You couldn’t laugh as much, and you couldn’t crack jokes as much.

“Maybe like,” you could hear him think for a moment before he spoke again, “like 5 hours?”

You turned over to look at your gray wall beside you, decorated in posters and magazines with you starring on the front cover.

8:12pm

Frank heard another whine through his phone before he nodded his head and chuckled.

“I know. But hey do you still want me to come over? It’ll be like 1 am by the time I get there but I can sleep plenty on the bus here.” he offered.

You smiled to yourself before responding, “of course i don’t care what time it is you just need to be here asap.”

“alright then, i’ll see you soon”

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Feeling a nudge on your shoulder was never something you wanted to feel when you were home alone.

So when you opened your eyes and realized it wasn’t a serial killer standing next to your bed, a grin couldn’t help but rise to your cheeks.

“I thought I'd find you with a cake and flowers or some shit.” he said, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist.

You huffed before pushing him away jokingly, muttering a ‘fuck off’.

“I was about to ring the doorbell when i remembered,” he pulled out a key from his front pocket, holding it between his two fingers in front of you, “that i had this little guy. I really wanted to scare you but I knew how pissed off you’d be with me and you know I can't handle you being mad at me.”

With a giggle, you pulled his back towards you and onto the bed behind you. You’d later go on to regret your decision as his weight on top of you squeezed the air from your diaphram.

“get off of me!” you said with a groan.

He rolled off you onto your crispy white bed sheets that you’d washed just a few hours prior. “How’d you even make it 3 weeks without me? i thought you’d become an alcoholic by week 2.”

Your mouth gaped open as you snapped to look toward him. “What do you mean how’d I make it? I’m surprised you're even alive without me stopping you from doing dumb shit all the time!” you exclaimed, only slightly offended.

He scoffed, chucking a pillow at your face which hit you straight on the nose. You heard footsteps rush out the room the second that pillow left his fingertips.

Your shout radiated throughout the halls of your home. Frank was already halfway across your living room once he heard your shriek. Moments like these made him feel the same way you'd felt a few hours prior.

Frank was always running from you, and a part of him liked the chase, he liked that it was you running after him.

"You're an asshole!" Frank's arm began to ache because of the amount of time you open handed smacked him, in turn making your palm red in pain.

"Okay okay! fine I'm sorry!" he pleaded, grabbing your wrists in an attempt to stop you, and him being much stronger than you, it worked in calming your attack.

"Fine," Your eyes wandered behind him to your liquor shelf, and an idea sparked, "But you're making me a drink."

" See, we can be civil," his hand then landed on your head, ruffling your hair softly.

Rolling your eyes at him, you sat on a stool on your island, your chin resting on your hands as you watched him grab different bottles of liquor like he's done for you many times before.

...

It's not too long before you're both shitfaced on your couch, talking about your chronicles when you were in your teen years. You cuddled on Frank's side as he lays on his back, taking swigs from a bottle from time to time.

But before you could get too far into reminiscing into yet another story Frank interrupted you, " Y'know, I don't say this too often cause its too sappy but," taking a sip from the heavy glass bottle, "I'm happy I met you that day, y'know after what that asshole did."

"No, don't remind me, I don't wanna think of him!" you groaned, lifting your head off his shoulder looking at him.

"Sorry sorry, but i'm just saying, I don't know what I'd do without you." he said almost quietly.

"You can't say things like that to me."

"Why not?"

A moment of silence passed between you two before you got the courage to speak.

"Cause then I'll want to kiss you."

Frank couldn't exactly tell if you were being serious, and if you were being honest with yourself, you weren't sure either. But it just slipped out and it felt right at the time.

But now because of his silence, you were starting to double down on yourself.

"What, are you trying to make those articles about us true?"

Frank was almost trying to make it a joke, but a part of him wanted you to not take it as one.

"I mean.. would that be so bad?" you shrugged.

"I dunno, you tell me."

You both leered at each other for a minute, wondering who was gonna make the next move. You felt like all the alcohol in you burned up in the air, and that for a moment, maybe everything was meant to be this way, maybe the past years you spent together was meant to lead up to this.

"Are we really gonna do this?" He whispered. But you knew what he meant.

"Do you wanna do this?"

You considered his words for a moment.

A response couldn't leave your lips, but in your concise, knew you wanted it, you wanted him.

Slowly, you leaned into him, his eyes never left your lips. He was looking back and forth between your eyes and lips, like he was fighting some urge.

He nervously licked his lips before gulping hard.

"Wait-"

His hands squeezed your shoulders reassuringly.

"I can't keep going without telling you how I feel."

A pit of dread opened up in your stomach. Your heart started to beat at a pace that was foreign to you. Every beat making your stomach clench, anticipating his response.

"Fuck, you know im bad at these things, but. I love you- no, i'm in love with you. I knew ever since that day. And I know I promised to never talk about it after it was over."

Frank couldn't take the agonizing eye contract any longer and pulled his head down to his chest.

"I didn't tell you at the time, but you were my first too. I wanted to give myself to you because ever since the concept of sex crossed my mind for the first time, I knew I wanted it to be with you. I wanted my first everything to be with you. And I realized as I laid with you that day, you were my other half."

You felt your lip quiver slightly, his confession was what you needed to register that you loved his with every inch of your being.

Your hands found their way to his jaw, lifting it up slightly towards you. His eyes glistened up into yours and you could've swore you melted right then and there.

"I just told you, you can't be saying things like that. I just makes me want to-"

Without finishing your sentence, you pulled your lips to his. How was it that he tasted the same after all these years? You let yourself fall into him, letting him invade your every sense.

His hands roamed your sides, pulling you closer to him. He seemed like he never wanted to let you go.

Your hands found their way to the bottom of his shirt. The same shirt you witnessed him cut the sleeves off of with a pair of rusty scissors just the week before.

Frank adjusted himself so you could remove his shirt. You almost didn't want to pull away from him so his shirt could actually come off, but you knew you wanted this too much to wait.

Once his shirt was pulled off him, you reached for the hem of yours, which was actually his shirt that you stole. He'd never tell you but he loved how his shirts looked on you.

He always thought they looked better on you than they could ever look on him.

Once it was off, Frank only pulled you towards him, he almost didn't want to look, he just craved the feeling of your skin on his.

His lips felt hot on your neck as he sucked on your soft skin. "You're just so pretty, I can't get over it." moaning the words into your neck, so he'd know you heard them.

Nothing could compare to the sensations he gave your body. It was like you were 18 again, feeling him for the first time.

You remembered how tense you and anxious were, and that hadn't changed. But something about this time felt purely euphoric. No drug could ever top the way this felt.

With a tug on your bra strap, Frank removed himself from your nape, "Is this okay?"

No matter how many years you'd spent together, he never hesitated to ask for your permission. He wanted you to feel like you were in charge.

You nodded, desperate to feel his touch again.

It wasn't long before the material was discarded somewhere you didn't care.

He looked at your bare chest in awe, like you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. You could've sworn you saw a glimmer in his eye.

He looked back up at you to see you wearing a smile.

"Sorry, I just- you're so gorgeous, I can't tell you that enough."

Removing yourself from his lap, you got onto your knees before him.

You fingers finding their way to the button on his faded black jeans.

"nuh uh, get up, you're not doing what you think you're doing." he reprimanded. Confusion wore your face as you returned to your feet.

"Right now is all about you and the things I should've done the first time all those years ago."

He grabbed you by his hips and removed himself from his spot on the couch before replacing it with you.

His fingers hooked on the elastic of your shorts, pulling them down and your underwear painstakingly slow.

You almost couldn't handle his stare, it was still so embarrassing after all these years. Frank looked up at you once again before inching closer to your core.

His hands grabbed your thighs, moving them slightly up to give him better access. His lips once again moistened by his tongue. The same tongue you were aching to just touch you.

"I wonder if you taste as sweet as I imagined."

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moonxmagix · 1 year

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Daddy's Girl NSFW

Pairing: Frank Iero x Fem Reader

CW: Age gap, teacher frank, student reader, light smut, daddy issues, soft frank, underage drinking, mentions of the word daddy, def sexual tension

Summary: Frank is your teacher and you two hit it off. Y/N has heavy daddy issues and Frank takes you in. He treats you like what your childhood self deserved, safety and love.

A/N: This is VERY long. I wrote 11 pages on Google Docs so I'm very sorry LMAO. It might be a bit wordy and not super smutty if thats okay. I wanted to write something softer in nature. Also apologize if there are any grammar mistakes. :)

Reblogs appreciated!

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As I sat there in an uncomfortable school chair, surrounded by the ghosts of my past, I stared out the window that was covered in rain. The day was gloomy, constant thundering and on and off downpour. I tapped my foot up and down while playing with my bunny keychain as my anxiety washes over me. School always made me anxious and hate myself, constantly feeling at battle with myself and others.

It was my senior year and I just turned 18, so all I had to do was wait to get out of here. Kinda like prison if you think about it. Our school had uniforms and if anything that was the best part about this place, not to mention it looked like some old money school for rich kids. Which was funny because a lot of the kids here come from nothing, like me.

My drug addicted mother raised me semi alone, meaning that she constantly had men in and out of her life. My real father left when I was only a few months old so I never had that strong, protective father figure in my life. I craved someone to love me, hold me tight, whatever fathers do with their daughters. My moms boyfriends that were long term, aka 6 months, would try their best to be there for me but as soon as I got comfortable with them they were gone.

I tried to stay out of relationships out of fear that the same cycle would happen to me.

“Y/N? Are you listening?” Mr. Iero said, pulling me out of my daze. My head quickly turned to him, almost embarrassed, “Yes sir, sorry.” He turned back to board, continuing the lesson. Mr. Iero was my english/music teacher, he taught both. The first day I walked into his class I had a massive crush on, like journaling and daydreaming about him crush. I never made advances to him because what would he think?

I can’t get him in trouble and I can’t jeopardize my education for some man. I once again zoned out heavily, staring out the window. I watched as a father checked out his daughter early for school it seems, hugging each other under the umbrella as they smiled together. I sighed, rolling my eyes at the sight. Almost disgusting to me but that's just the jealousy getting to me.

“Y/N? Please pay attention, we have an important test coming up and you can’t miss this,” he sighed, putting a hand on his hip. Everyone turned to stare at me as I got smaller in my seat. When I looked back at everyone else to me they had dark eyes, something evil brewing but also something dead. I know realistically that a lot of the people here never paid attention but were much better at hiding it I think.

“Please see me at the end of school,” he said and a few people let “Ooo” escape their mouths. Thanks Mr. Iero for embarrassing me. I wanted to hate him for that but another part of my brain desired to have that alone time with him. Even a hug from him would suffice my animalistic hunger for him. Just, “I’m proud of you,” would motivate me for the rest of the year.

Class was dismissed and I quickly got out of there but he caught my wrist before I could, “Promise me you’ll be here after school. You can’t ditch like the last time.” I nodded and promised him that I would be back. The last time that happened I left out of pure anxiety, I threw up in the hallway on my way to his class. But safe to say this time I could get myself through it.

I went to my locker to change out books and my best friend Livvy came up to me, “Wanna hang out after school? I wanna get coffee,” she said excitedly. “Maybe, Mr. Iero wants to see me after my last class,” I said, I didn’t want to disappoint her. “Omg again? Did you space out again (nickname)?” she said, lightly punching my arm.

“Yeah, I just hope it’s quick. If so, I’ll make sure to call you when I’m done,” I said with a smile. We said our goodbyes as I went to all of my other classes. I watched the clock as it quickly rang, I took a few deep breaths as I prepared myself to see Mr. Iero. I know it couldn’t be that bad but my anxiety tried to convince me otherwise.

I looked through the glass of the door and saw no one inside so I thought maybe this could be my excuse as to why I didn’t show. “Right on time!” a voice behind me said. It startled me so I turned to see that it was Mr. Iero. I softly smiled as he unlocked the door to let us in. I didn’t see it but I heard him lock the door behind me.

I stood in front of his desk leaning against a student's desk. He stood in front of me also leaning against his desk. I kept my eyes to the ground for the most part, “Are you okay? You’ve been very quiet and dazed in almost every class,” he said in a soft voice. My tense shoulders relaxed, still not sure how to respond, “You can tell me, Y/N.” He took a couple steps closer.

“Look at me,” he said in a more demanding tone. I looked at him and he smirked, I wanted to fall to my knees right then and there. He rolled up his sleeves to reveal his tattoos, “I..I’ve just been going through a lot at home,” I said to put it simply. “Sit, let’s talk about it,” he said sitting in the students chair next to me. I sat down hesitantly, I don’t know if he actually cared about me or what. I guess we’ll find out.

I told him about my mom and everything that I’ve been struggling with. I didn’t outright tell him about my struggles with men and not having a father figure of sorts. But he’s smart, so he could probably piece things together based on how I answered some of his questions. At the end of my story I let a few tears escape from my eyes, he reached his hand up and gently wiped them.

He placed his other hand on my knee, rubbing his thumb on it. “You have nothing to worry about with me hun,” he said sweetly, maintaining tense eye contact. He was such a good listener and never interrupted me. “Your secrets are safe with me, I’m so glad you’re finally opening up to me. Since the beginning of the year I’ve had my eye on you, there’s something special about you, Y/N,” he said, whispering the last sentence.

He grabbed my hand and held it tightly in his. I felt my face heat up like a thousand suns and my heart rate picked up. I couldn’t help but let a smile form on my face, “That’s my girl. No need to be sad when you’re around me. Hey, I’ll even move your desk closer up to mine, yeah?” I nodded, feeling like such a typical schoolgirl.

He looked at the clock, “I should probably let you go now. Here,’ he said, handing me a little piece of paper. I pocketed it in my bag and before I left he gave me a big, warm hug. The smell of cigarettes and cologne hit my nostrils, it was a smell so intoxicating that it would stay with me throughout the rest of the day. I left and ran out of there to my house, it downpoured on me though. It made me feel like I was in a movie of sorts, I let the rain fall and drench my uniform and hair.

I ran inside and went straight to my room to text Livvy, it was Friday so I told her to come spend the night with me. I really didn’t want to tell anyone about what happened but she was the only person I could trust with this information, she understood. She literally has a sugar daddy, she has no room to judge me!

Livvy came over and got settled right in with snacks and cute pajamas. “Tell me everything!” she said excitedly. I giggled, “He asked me if anything was wrong, I avoided but he pried so I spilled everything. And now he’s moving my desk up to his, he touched my leg and hugged me!” We were both laughing and blushing over this.

“Oh! I think he gave me his number,” I told her, remembering the paper he gave me that I still haven’t opened yet. “Bitch show me!” she said excitedly. I got the paper from my bag and counted down from 3, I opened it and it had his number inside. “Text him now!” she said getting my phone from my nightstand.

I input his number into my phone, “What do I say though?” I bit my nails. “Something flirty for sure,” she said, taking a sip of her drink. I started to type: hii its Y/N, miss our time together already xo

“Bitch that's good!! He’s bound to fall in love with you now,” she joked.

Hours went by without checking my phone and it was around 8pm. I checked my phone during our movie and he asked to call me, I sat up straight with my eyes wide. “He wants to call,” I said suddenly. “Oh shit! I’ll turn the tv down and I’ll stay quiet,” she shushed herself.

I gave the phone a ring and he picked it up almost instantly, I put it on speaker phone.

Frank: Doing okay?

Me: yeah, thanks for letting me vent. Made me feel a lot better

Frank: I’m glad, honey.

Livvy looked at me with shock, “Honey?!” she mouthed covering it with her hand.

Frank: Um, I wanted to ask if you wanna hang out tomorrow? You don't have-

Me: Yes. I’d love to!

Frank: What time are you free then?

Me: Umm maybe around 12?

Frank: Sounds like a date then

We both hung up and we’re screaming with joy, I never thought this day would come. Hanging out with a teacher outside of school? Is that legal? I couldn’t back out now, my fate was decided. “What am I gonna wear?” I said, asking Livvy for help. She’s always been the cooler one in terms of fashion, so I can trust her to dress me.

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It was 10 am and I had just the right amount of time to get ready. I checked my phone and he said he’d be picking me up at my place. Livvy left already and I sat down in front of my floor length mirror and put on light makeup. I got dressed in a black skirt, sheer black leggings, doc martens, and a white and black striped sweater.

The clock finally turned 12 and I looked out my window to not see a car yet. I sighed with relief because in reality I definitely didn't feel ready. I checked my phone and Mr. Iero said he would be there in 5. I went ahead and stood out front to wait for him.

His car pulled up and he got out to greet me, “Wow, you look great!” he said with a smile. He had on sunglasses and chewed his gum kinda obnoxiously but hot. He gave me a big hug and opened the door for me, his car was super clean surprisingly. “Where are we going?” I ask timidly.

“Downtown, get some coffee and donuts,” he smiled, placing his hand on my thigh. “How’d you know where my house was?” I asked. “Teachers have access to those kinds of things,” I just nodded in response staring out the window. It was pretty cloudy and I was kinda hoping it’d rain.

We got to the coffee place downtown, “This is my special spot, for a special girl,” he smirked. I felt my stomach overfill with butterflies and a sparked joy I didn’t know I could feel around somebody. He got out the umbrella and interlocked arms with me, I looked at him with such content but confusion. I felt like I didn’t deserve any of this, none of the kindness, none of the listening, nothing.

He told me to sit down at a booth while he ordered us stuff. I texted Livvy while sitting there:

Me: Liv i think im in love no joke

Liv: i would be too

Me: were getting coffee rn ill update soon

He came back and sat a delicious smelling coffee in front of me, “Thank you Mr. Iero,” I said. “Call me Frank, no need for that outside of school,” he said, he grabbed my hand that was on top of the table. I looked at him, blushing hard, what if someone saw us?

We talked about the things we both liked and hated, we actually had a lot in common. “You like Elvis?!” he said, shocked. “Yeah and?! It’s a comfort thing,” I defended. “Explain,” he said, taking a sip of his coffee. “Sometimes when my mom was out I’d spend the night with my grandfather and in the morning while cooking breakfast he’d play Elvis,” I said, reminiscing when I actually had a somewhat stable relationship with a man.

I think Frank noticed my mood diminish into something solemn. “Let's grab those donuts, I have somewhere else I wanna show you,” he said, grabbing my hand. He showed me off proudly, it felt like he was telling everyone around him to look at me but not in the way I’m used to. He put his mouth close to my ear, “We’ll have to share a donut, they’re almost out of everything,” he said, placing a kiss on my cheek.

We walked under the umbrella together as we started to share the donut, “Don’t lift a finger princess,” he said while holding the donut up to my mouth. He basically gave me the whole thing while he only had a couple bites. “Why do you treat me like this?” I asked him, curious as to why he is so fond of treating me like…a girlfriend?

“I think you deserve it, Y/N. I’ll explain more later,” he said with such sincerity, gripping my hand tighter. Was this going to be a whole day affair? My mom hasn’t been home for a few days so I didn’t feel the need to tell her where I was, it wasn’t like she was answering my messages anyway!

“What’s wrong hun?” he said, taking down the umbrella as the rain had stopped and the sun came out. “My mom hasn't answered my messages, it's been days,” I said, a little disappointed. “I’ll look after you, don't worry about it,” he said as we showed up to a record store. I gasped as I could never afford to buy my own records, it felt like a dream.

We went inside and looked around, I looked around for a ‘The Cure’ album. As I kept looking I felt a body press up behind me and place their arms around my waist and a head on my shoulder. He placed soft kisses on my neck causing me to giggle, I felt him do the same in my neck. “Find what you need?” he asked. “Yeah, did you?” his hands were empty. “Yeah,” he smiled playfully like he was up to something but not sure what.

“Bullshit. You need to get something or else I’ll feel bad that you spent all your money on me,” I said feeling slight guilt about him buying things for me. “I have you, that’s all I need,” he said, pulling me to the register and pulls out his card faster than I can reach for my purse zipper.

He handed me the bag of my records and we left. We didn’t do anything much except go thrifting and it was already 7 PM. “I have one place left to go,” he smiled, pulling out of the spot. “I feel like we’ve been everywhere already,” I said, whining. “Be a good girl and don’t whine for me, okay?” that immediately put me in my place and I complied. I could see a smirk on his face, he knew what he did to me.

I heard a song on the radio that I liked and immediately turned it up, it was You Get Me So High by The Neighbourhood. “You like them?” he asked. “Love them! I’ve seen them in concert twice already,” I said proudly. Livvy knew I couldn’t afford it but she ever so kindly bought them for me.

After a short drive we made it to our destination, a bar. It was quite crowded, I wasn't even old enough to drink yet. I looked at him worried, “I’m not 21..” I said. “I can get you in darling, don’t worry,” he said reassuringly. I trusted him but I tightened my lips anxiously. He was able to get me in because he was close friends with the guy at the front.

We got in and the music was at a comfortably loud volume. He dragged me to the bar and ordered me a drink but I couldn’t tell you what it was. Tasted great though!

I downed a couple drinks and I basically became a melting mess in Frank's hands. I held onto him for dear life like someone was trying to pull me away from him. I dragged him outside for a cigarette break, I pulled them out of bag and I forgot my lighter, “I forgot my fuckin lighter.” He laughed at my tone and lit my cigarette for me.

We stood inches apart, he held my waist with his tattooed hand. I took a huff of my cig and blew it in his face, “Naughty girl,” he chuckled. He pulled me in to kiss him and our lips collided. The taste of cigarettes and alcohol mixed perfectly with each other. I wrapped my arms around his neck, not wanting to release.

I shared my cigarette with him and he whispered in my ear, “How about you come over to my place for the night?” My heart was beating out of its chest, “Are you sure that's okay? I would need to get my stuff at home,” I said. “We can stop by your place first baby, I do have a few room-mates if that’s okay,” he said looking away embarrassed. “More the merrier!” I joked.

We drove back to my place and I led him up to my room, he sat on my bed and I packed up a couple things. I turned around putting my hands on my hips, “All packed,” I smiled. He patted his hand insinuating for me to sit on his lap, so I did. I wrapped my arms around his neck, “My pretty girl,” he whispered while pushing my hair out of my face.

“I really don’t understand why you like me, Frank,” I said, that feeling of undeservingness washing over me. “Look at you Y/N!. What is there not to like about you? We have so much in common and I can’t get over how beautiful you are,” I need all the reassurance I can get. What if he leaves me? Would another man treat me like Frank does?

“Do you promise not to leave?” I asked tearfully. “What? Of course I do, Y/N. How could I do that to you sweetheart?” he said, hugging me tightly. “We should get going,” he said softly. I nodded and he grabbed my bags for me as we walked back to the car.

We got to Frank's place and it was dimly lit, it smelled of cigarettes and expensive musky candles. I saw band equipment set up, “What’s all this?” I asked. “Oh, me and my friends do gigs on the side,” he chuckled as we walked to the kitchen. A timid man turned around to greet us, he gave Frank a hug and gave me a handshake. Firmly.

“Nice to meet you,” I said shyly. “Franks said a lot about you, nice to meet you,” he smiled kindly and I furrowed my brows a little confused. He talks about me? What did he say? More questions to be answered.

Frank hurried me to his room, it was spacious and had a few of his guitars displayed on the walls. He disappeared for a second and brought back a shirt and pajama pants of his, “Put these on,” I took them. I went into the bathroom bringing my toiletries along with me. I changed into his oversized clothes and washed my face.

I brought out my phone and snapped a pic of me in the mirror sending it to Livvy. She replied almost instantly: not you going home with him !! be safe !! she replied.

I went back out and put my other clothes back in my bag, “You have such a nice room,” I complimented. “Biggest one in the house,” he brags. I hadn’t noticed before but he turned the radio on and it was on a classic rock station. The room was filled with cigarette smoke and incense. Lamps created the perfect sensual ambience.

I laid my head on his soft pillows and Frank hovered over me, caressing my face with his hand. Something came over me, my eyes filled with tears and escaped the corner of my eyes. “What’s wrong princess?” he said, worried. I shook my head, sobbing. Never was I good enough to ever receive a love like this before. Here I had it.

“Tell daddy what’s wrong princess,” that broke me. I couldn’t tell if I was imagining all of this or if it was some sick joke. I straddled his lap, crying into his shoulder. His hand rubbed up and down my back sensually. “I’ve never felt such an overwhelming amount of love and adoration from a man before,” I stated plainly.

He asked me to talk about it so I did. I told him about the men this time, while I did we drank. It got to the point where I only started seeing flashes of my surroundings. One minute I was taking off my clothes, then I was sitting on top of Frank, then throwing my head back and moaning.

I remember seeing Frank go down on me and him forcing my legs open as I was ready to release on his face. Flashes of Frank saying things like, “You're daddy’s good girl…I’ll never hurt you…you’re safe with me…shh you’re okay sweetheart.” His voice vibrated through my skin.

Soon enough I passed out, naked and covered up by the warm sheets. I woke up groggy and still a little drunk around 3 am and had my clothes put back on. I groaned and didn’t see Frank in bed with me but playing guitar across the room. “Frank?” I said, rubbing my eyes. He immediately rushed to my side to comfort me, “Are you okay princess?” he said.

I nodded, “Could you get me some water?” I asked because my voice was hoarse. He brought back water to me and I downed it as fast as I could. He got into bed with me and I cuddled up at his side, holding on for life.

I grabbed Frank's face pressing our lips together, I longed for his kiss and his desire. He pulled away and cupped my face, “If you were my little girl, I’d do whatever I could do for you,” he said softly. “I am,” I stated so desperately wanting him to take me in, live with him, devote my life to him. “I’d even run away and hide with you if I could. You’re daddy’s girl,” he said pulling me into his chest.

To be safe and sound in his heart forever.

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dumblilb · 11 months

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He was hard to resist.

When he offered to walk you to your dorm, to walk you to the library, to pay for your lunch. It was hard to say no, seeing his pretty face looking straight at you.

It was also hard saying no to him when he asked you to come over, when he asked you to lend him a pen he would never return, when he wanted someone to judge his songwriting abilities.

Today as entering the library, you carried your bag. You had gum, mint flavored, as you knew Frank loved. If he ever forgot his pack in his dorm he would complain for a bit, and you knew by now, having known him for months, that mint was his favorite.

You approached your usual table, putting down your bag and grabbing your textbook and notebook, reaching for your pen and highlighter bag. You got right to work, translating important information from the book to your notebook.

After a few moments of silence, you could hear footsteps coming closer. You glanced up to see a familiar brunette plop into the seat across from you and sigh softly.

Frank drew his textbook and notebook from his bag, shooting you a grin before rummaging through the bag some more for his pen.

You looked back to your work, getting back to writing, when Frank quietly cleared his throat.

“Hey, Y/n? Can I borrow a pen?”

Your eyes glanced to him, seeing his eyes stare at you, his lips curled into a soft smile. His hair was slightly ruffled, as it usually was. He was wearing a Black Flag tee, a red sweater draped across the back of his chair.

You sighed softly, reaching for your bag and blushing lightly. You grabbed a pen and passed it to Frank, who have a quiet thank you before getting to work.

In all honesty, you weren’t sure what you and Frank were. You had met at a college party, where he seemed tipsy and ready to greet trouble. Feeling sympathetic, and possibly attracted to him, you offered to take him to his dorm. He ended up sleeping on your floor.

You started studying with him, and he would greet you happily after your initial meeting. You then started eating together. You were close friends, but not quite best friends. Of course you thought he was cute, that was something that kept you hanging out with him. His pretty eyes, messy hair, bad dressing style. He was funny, at least. Charming if he tried.

The more you hung out, the closer he got to you. Personally and physically. He liked hugging you when greeting you, holding your hand while walking, kissing your cheek when saying goodbye. You had cuddled on two occasions; he had a bad stomachache that wasn’t going away, so he crawled into your arms. The other time, you had finished all your classes with a headache and were exhausted, collapsing into his bed where he joined you after a few seconds to hold you close.

He didn’t look buff, the thought of him buff alone scared you, but he was strong. When he hugged you and held your hand, he held a certain power. Like he could squeeze you and it would hurt, but he wouldn’t.

Unbeknownst to you, he adored holding you. His fingers intertwined with yours, his arms around you, an arm around your shoulders with his head leaning onto yours. It reminded him you were his, even if people didn’t know; including you.

You were cute, he was always nervous someone would take you from him. With how you talked about the people in your history class, some kids seemed to like you. He couldn’t have that. He didn’t know how to ask you out without seeming weird, so he never did. He always thought about it, though.

When you finished studying, you stood with a yawn and stretched. You then began packing and Frank stood as well, placing a hand on your shoulder. When you looked at him, he smiled wide.

“Wanna come over after classes?”

In actuality, you were planning on listening to music and calming yourself. School got to be stressful a lot of the time.

But why would you say no?

“Sure! Should I bring anything?”

“Nah, just want to hang out and talk.”

You nod, leaning over and kissing his cheek before leaving. He blushed as you walked away, placing his hand over his cheek and smiling.

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You made your way to Frank’s dorm, chewing a piece of gum and humming a soft tune. You knocked on the door, which soon opened to reveal Frank. He smiled wide at you, letting you in.

The two of you sat on his bed, and he gasped as realizing you were chewing gum.

“You didn’t bring me any?”

“I didn’t know you wanted any, sorry Frank.”

He clicked his tongue, whining softly.

“You know I love gum though!”

He huffed, and you couldn’t help but smile, finding him cute. He took the smile the wrong way, thinking you were making fun of him. He huffed, grabbing your chin and pulling you into a kiss.

His tongue found his way into your mouth and slid around in search, and you could feel your face heat up. His eyes were staring into yours piercingly, and you couldn’t help but shudder a moan. He pulled the gum from your mouth and smiled teasingly at you.

“What was that?”

You hid your face in your hands, and he clicked his tongue.

“I want to see your face! I just kissed you, there’s nothing to be worried about.”

You peaked at him, and he pulled your hands away to kiss you again, this time pushing you down so he could crawl atop of you.

You squirmed against him, letting out a soft gasp. He giggled, pecking your lips and moving down to nip at your neck. He gently pulls at your shirt, groaning softly.

“Can I see you?”

You hesitantly nod, and he gently helps take off your shirt. He takes in your torso, making a pleased sound. He leans in and kisses at your stomach, making breathy sounds as he moves. He pushes you onto your back and straddles your hips, tracing patterns over your bare chest. He gets to your nipples and pinches and pulls at them, pulling whines from you.

He pulls off his shirt, showing off his naked chest. He smiles at you, climbing off to take off his socks. You begin to yank yours off, getting your pants down as he works on his belt buckle.

You sit there in your boxers as he pulls down his jeans, catching your eye and moving slowly on purpose. You grew slightly impatient, but he stuck to moving slow. When he got his jeans halfway down his thighs, you could see his purple panties and felt yourself grow hard at the sight.

With his jeans off, he was gorgeous. You could see the outline of his cock, and groaned softly. He grinned at you, making his way over and petting your hair.

“I’ve known you long enough, right baby? You want me to make you feel good?”

His hands grab your hips, squeezing softly. His thumbs rub circles into the skin, leaving him to lean down and suckle at your shoulders. After each mark, he’d lick it and then kiss it.

After a few moments, you nodded and he smiled softly at you, rubbing at your hips before moving to your face.

“You okay with blowing me first?”

You nod, moving to the hem of your boxers and pulling them down while he worked on his panties. Better to take them off now then wait to do it later.

You kneeled next to the bed, watching as Frank sat on it and gently cupped your face.

“Ready?”

You nod, watching him use a hand to direct his cock to your mouth. You stared into his eyes, kissing his tip and watching him bite his lip.

His cock stretched your lips almost painfully. It was girthy, but it honestly wasn’t long. You could gag on it, but it wouldn’t choke you, to say.

You worked your tongue on him, and you soon learned he was vocal. He let out breathy moans and whines, occasionally bucking into your mouth. He would pull at your hair, biting his lip and staring down at you, then letting out another moan.

He let you do your thing before grabbing your hair and pulling you down, making you gag. You couldn’t breathe, his cock blocking the way in your mouth.

His face was completely blissed out, his hips slightly rocking into your mouth before he let you go and pulled out. He coughed slightly, helping you to sit on his lap.

“Sorry, it felt really good. You okay?”

He gave you a worried look, gently rubbing the small of your back. You nod, breathing slowly. In all honesty, you felt needy. You were hard, and you couldn’t stand it. You grinded slowly against his thigh, and he grinned, grabbing your hips.

“Needy?”

You huffed and nodded, and he chuckled, moving you to lay on your back.

“You remind me of a puppy.”

You could feel your dick twitch, and Frank cooed.

“You’re so cute, I wonder how needy you really are.”

You groan softly, feeling precum leak onto your stomach. He giggles, taking hold of your dick and lightly jerking. Your eyes close and you buck your hips, groaning loudly.

“Please, Frank, fuck me.”

You look at him through half lidded eyes, spit trails down the sides of your mouth. He moans at the sight, leaning in and biting your shoulder softly.

“Come on good boy, it’s time.”

He grabs your legs and presses them to your chest after lubing up his cock with his spit. He gently pokes it in; the burn feels nice, and you groan with it.

He leans down to gently kiss your forehead, whispering about how you’re taking him well. He gently rocks his hips and sets a slow pace, watching you to make sure you’re enjoying it.

The two of you adjust to each other before growing confident, Frank going faster and shooting you compliments to see you try to hide your face. He finds you cute, seeing you try to distract him from your face.

“So good for me, taking me well.”

He kisses your cheek, rolling his hips and pulling groans from the both of you.

“I’d love to take you out after this, y’know. Maybe, ngh, tomorrow afternoon?”

He grunts, adjusting you so he can go faster. You groan out, fingers scratching at his back.

“Sure!”

You let out a slightly higher pitch, eyes knitting closed as you feel the knot in your stomach loosen, your cum shooting into his stomach. He cums as you tighten around him, falling on top of you and whining.

The two of you take a moment to breathe before he pulls out, walking to the bathroom and returning with a towel he uses to clean the both of you. You breathe heavily, watching him as he trots back to the bathroom and then attains a water bottle from his desk. He takes a swig before walking to the bed and handing it to you.

“Was that okay?”

He looks at you nervously as you drink, and you smile at him.

“It was good.”

He smiles, sitting beside you and pulling you into his arms. He hums, satisfied, and kisses your cheek.

“You were good too. Very cute.”

He smiles teasingly as you hide your face in his chest. He kisses the top of your head, pulling the both of you into a laying position.

The rest of the day was sweet, him lending you his clothes and taking you to dinner, before taking you to his dorm and falling asleep in your arms almost immediately.

Hopefully this would happen more often.

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youlookedalotbetterlastnight · 1 year

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Dirty, Dirty

Frank Iero Fanfic/Smut

(Rough sex, Dacryphilia, Choking kink, Degradation Kink, Breeding Kink, Light BDSM, Brat taming, Face fucking, Light Praising, Overstimulation)

AN: the title is based off a song ALSO this just is slightly short but hey who's counting

You’ve been teasing your boyfriend Frank all day, just because you can. You’ve been bending down in front of him, sitting on his lap directly on his dick, touching or gripping his thigh. It was too much for him, he was growing impatient by the second, you were basically torturing him. You prance downstairs in the shortest skirt that you own, you see that he's sitting on the couch watching TV and you decide to sit next to him hugging his arm. His head turns towards you and he sees you curled up next to him, your skirt so dangerously high up your thigh, he finally says “I know what you’re doing baby, keep it up and see what happens.” you look up at him acting clueless “Well, I don’t know what you’re talking about..” He just looks back at the TV, he doesn’t believe you, nor is he giving you the benefit of the doubt. You look down and your hand snakes on his thigh traveling up, “Knock it out.” He says under his breath all you can do is softly grin as your hand tugs on his belt lightly. He huffs and he gets up grabbing onto your grab pulling you up “Hey!” You exclaim pouting as he shoots a glare at you as he drags you up to the bedroom where he sits on the bed and he pulls you closer dragging you down and across his lap so you’re on your stomach and your butt is in the air “You wanna act like a little whore? Fine.” He says in a low tone as he pulls up your skirt and he gives a harsh smack on your ass making you yelp and whine “Oww!” You whine and you receive another smack but this one is harder making you jump and yelp, close to a moan. “You think it’s fun teasing me all day.” Smack “Bending down in front of me” Smack “Being a fucking cock tease.” Smack!

The last smack is harsher than the last ones, you’re over his lap whining, as tears well up in your eyes “Aww, you gonna cry?” he mocks as his hand softly rubs your ass, you thought he gave you some type of redemption but he smacks your ass once again making you yelp “So mean..” you sniffle. You thought he was being so mean but god were you turned on by it, almost excited about what he had in store for you. He notices the wet spot on your panties “Look at that” he says and he huffs out a chuckle, filling you with embarrassment. He says “Cmon baby, get up and get on your knees for me.” you do as he says, looking up at him and you decide to try and unbuckle his belt but he swats your hand away “Did I tell you to do that?” He asks sternly, you shake your head “Speak up.” he says grabbing your face “I’ll ask you again, did I tell you to unbuckle my belt for me?” He asks “No.. I’m sorry, Sir” You say apologetically and he takes his hand off your cheeks. He then unbuckles his belt pulling them down, you can see the tent in his boxers you tug on the waistband “Please?..” You beg “Go ahead baby.” He says giving you permission, you pull his boxers down and his cock springs out. You basically drool as you grab your hand around his hard member stroking it slowly before taking him into your mouth, he lets out a sharp inhale and he bites his lip has you bob your head up and down gaining speed slowly “You look so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth, baby” he moans softly as his fingers tangle in your hair as he pushes your head up and down making you go faster but also gag. He decides to thrust up into your mouth making you gag once more, he seems amused as he continues to fuck your mouth making your eyes water. His breathing gets heavier and his moans become more frequent but he pulls out of your mouth “Up.” He instructs you and you get up, your knees hurt making you wobbly get up he gets up and he pushes you onto the bed getting on top of you. He pulls down your soaked panties and he throws them onto the floor, he pulls his shirt off and he helps you take yours off. You aren’t wearing a bra so it was easier for him to get you fully nude, he takes off the last piece of clothing which is the skirt. He looks down at your naked body like a piece of candy “You look so pretty like this, under me, so vulnerable.” He purrs you can’t wait any longer “Please, Sir. I need your cock inside me.. Please” You whimper grabbing onto his hand “Look at you fucking begging like a pathetic whore for my cock.” he says and he spreads your legs further and he brings your legs up to your chest making you whimper softly. You feel him push his cock into you, not giving you anytime to adjust. He pounds in and out of you at an aggressive pace making you moan loudly, it hurts but it feels so fucking good. He pushes your legs down and you wrap them around his waist, he grabs your hips holding you up railing in and out, he’s handling you like a ragdoll doing whatever he wants to you “You love being used like the pathetic slut you are, hm?” He pants “Mmhyeah!” You moan out “Oh fuck, harder please..” You whimper and moan he fucks into you harder and faster “So fucking dirty.” He growls as his hand makes its way up to your neck squeezing lightly, all you feel is pure ecstasy as you feel yourself lightly shake “Oh fuck, please let me cum pleasepleaseplease!..” You gasp moaning, he angles up directly hitting your g-spot making you cum all over his cock in an instant, he doesn’t stop instead he keeps fucking you hard. You eyes roll back as you moan “Look at you, going fucking dumb over my cock, is that whats happening?” He

asks and all you can do is moan and nod as you squirm, he holds your hips down to the mattress “Stay fucking still, dumb whore.” he pants as he bottoms out “Fuck baby.. You want me to cum in you, fill you up nice and good?” he asks and you nod moaning, a couple seconds later he moans out and you feel him cum in you, he rides out his orgasm he then pulls out. He plants soft kisses on your neck and he leaves little love bites behind “You did so good.. So, so good.” he purrs as you pant, he gets off of you and he cleans himself then you up. He lays down next to you “Was I too rough?” he asks worriedly, you giggle and you shake your head.

You lay your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat as you fall asleep.

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himbofrank · 9 months

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

“Oh fuck, oh shit baby” he moaned, one hand holding himself up and the other glued to your hip.

You liked how it felt when Frank bent you over and gripped so hard that you could feel him practically tearing your skin open. Reaching around you to dig his nails into the front of your hip, he lined himself up and touched his pelvis to your ass.

“Please, please, daddy I need you,” you pleaded. Frank swatted your ass and pulled you closer to him, surely leaving a bruise. It hurt, but you liked it. Liked knowing he hurt you only to leave a sure-sign that you were his.

“You ready for me, baby?”

You couldn’t do anything but groan in response, still obsessed with how controlling his fingers digging into your hip were.

Frank released your hip and spanked you, quickly pulling you up by the hair. You let out a quick moan as Frank pulled you up flush against his chest, now holding your breast to keep you up. “I said, are you ready for me? Is that too hard? Do you not understand?”

“No, please yes, I do understand,” you said, words barley escaping between your hot breath. Whimpers escaped your mouth as Frank reached one of his hands down to cup your pussy, starting to rub all the places he knew drove you crazy.

“Nuh uh, don’t you grind against me baby. I’m in control.” He released you and pushed you down on to the mattress, letting your hands and elbows catch you. He gripped your hips again and pulled your ass up to him. “That’s a good girl. Keep behaving and maybe I’ll let you cum with your vibrator after I’m done using you.”

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rdiowx · 7 months

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Kinktober day six

Breeding with puppy frank iero

Warnings!: breeding obviously, knotting, trans male reader, rough but whiney frank.

This comes from my wanting of a cunt guys

Not proofread

Franks ruts were your favorite days, especially when you could convince him to knot you like you planned on doing today. You were at work all day today, having to leave frank alone and you felt so bad. You knew he was probably aching right now, you’d be surprised if he wasn’t. Walking into your house you were met with whines and the smell of sweat. “Im home frank!” You announced, taking your shoes off and putting them by the door. It wasnt long until you heard frank making his way towards you, his movements rather rushed as he greeted you. His shirt was off and he was covered in sweat, you could see his cock strained in his shorts and you frowned. You took his hand, taking him to your bedroom before sitting him on your guy’s shared bed. You started to take your clothes off, frank getting too excited and began to help.

It didn’t take frank long to start attacking your chest as soon as it was free, leaving marks all over. You let out a moan as frank took your nipple into his mouth, sucking on it greedily before you even got the chance to take your pants off. “Frank, c’mon im not even all the way undressed yet.” You told him, nudging him off of you causing him to whine before taking your pants off. You sat on the bed as he did so, he decided to leave your boxers on for now though. Crawling up the bed he latched onto your mouth, running his hands up your sides, gripping them in the process. “You gonna knot me today?” You asked, slipping his shorts off. “I don’t want to hurt you..” he replied, his voice shaking as you took his boxers off. You shook your head with a smile before telling him he wouldn’t.

“Okay.” He whispered before slipping his hand into your boxers, his fingers finding your entrance almost immediately. You moaned as he slipped his fingers into you, gripping onto his arms as he finger fucked you, successfully stretching you out for his cock. He got tired of not being able to see all of you and took your boxers off all the way, throwing them somewhere in the room. Frank leaned down between your thighs to press a kiss to your clit, slipping his tounge into you afterwards causing you to whine. It didn’t take him long to get impatient, he wanted his cock in you and you wanted his cock inside of you just as much.

He didn’t take long flipping you over, your lower body now being held up by your knees as you rested your head on the pillow under you. Slipping his cock inside of you must’ve been what set him off because it didn’t take long for him to start using you like you were just a fleshlight, an inanimate object without a pulse. “Fuck!” He whined while you just groaned into the pillow you were using as a muzzle. He felt so good inside of you, the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you made your brain numb. The only thing you were aware of right now was him and the drool pooling on the pillow from how good you felt. The sound of skin on skin filled the room as well as the wet noises from your cunt.

“S’good, good boy.” Frank moaned still fucking into you, the headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust. You wouldn’t be surprised if there was a dent in the wall after. You didn’t know when you moved your hands, now clenching the sheets in between your fingers as frank held your hips in his, There was no doubt gonna be finger prints on them. You felt frank hands sliding lower before slipping under you to rub your clit making you cry out in surprise. “I want you to cum all over my cock when i knot you.” Frank whimpered from above you,to which you could only nod at, too brain dead to respond with words. You took note of how you could feel his knot against your entrance now, a telltale sign that he was close.

It didnt take long for him to slip it inside of you causing you to groan and sigh after, you loved the feeling of his knot inside of you and you felt all warm as he came inside of you as well. “Good job, good boy.” Frank sighed as he released inside of you. “Breeding you…feels so good.” He melted against your back before helping you move on your side so he could cuddle you from behind with his cock still inside of you. You knew it would take a while for his knot to go down anyways. “Feels good frank.” You whispered, tired from being fucked. “Mmhm.” He hummed, his head now in your neck.

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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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᳝ ࣪ ♥︎ — 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

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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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