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elektramustdie · 1 month

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had this in mind for awhile.

warnings - rough. unprotected. overstimulation. dacryphila.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#smut fic #emo #x reader smut #my chemical romance #mcr #frank iero #frank iero x reader

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s1ushyz · 5 months

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Atp I can't tell if I want to be him or be with him.

#my chemical romance #frank iero #mcr #my chem romance #my chem frank #mcr x reader #frank iero x reader

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anystalker707 · 8 months

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.worship.

Pairings: Gerard Way x [gender neutral/afab] Reader Frank Iero x [gender neutral/afab] Reader Word count: ~ 700 [G.W.] - 600 [F.I.] Genre: Drabble / Smut / Fluff Summary: His adoration for your body is unquestionable. Kind of content: Chubby Reader / Praising / Dom-Sub undertones / Sub Reader / Body worship not proofreader

requested by anon ["heya, first time asking for smthn like this but do you do any fanfictions for plus size / chubby readers? If you do could you do a sub female plus size reader with Gerard way or Frank iero? Smthn slow and loving? (Smut)"]

MASTERLIST

Gerard would often get lost in thoughts while staring at your thighs, even before you even got together. You would often catch him looking at your thighs—even more when they were flat against some surface—, with that dumb face, and he always did that shitty poor job whenever someone confronted him about it. After you two got together, he simply pretended that never happened.

Gerard would always buy you the best clothes that made your curves stand out. He would always have that dumb look on his face while observing you trying on the clothes he bought you. Pampering you would quickly become a habit. Seeing you in those pretty clothes, even more, the lingerie and thigh highs… He needed to see you in those, to touch you and tell you how pretty you were. Sometimes, it just resumed itself to admiring, really, sitting on his lap while his hands ran along your curves, and he pressed kisses to your neck while whispering sweet words.

Gerard sometimes couldn’t handle how hot you looked and would take you away for a fuck. He needed to have you under him—or on top of him, even. All that mattered was being able to have a good view of your body. Something about the way the skin sank under his fingertips every time he held onto your thighs, hips, or waist was just so heavenly. Or breasts— Fuck, the way he would hold them while you rode him. He loved the squish, the way it felt, the way it looked.

Gerard also loved sinking his teeth into your skin, sucking and biting marks into it because just observing wasn’t enough. He needed even more of you. He would not hesitate to nibble your thighs and hips whenever he had the chance, seeming all proud of his job when he took a look at it later.

Gerard would gladly die smothered by your thighs. Having his head between your thighs was absolutely one of the things he loved the most, having the soft and plump skin he loved so much around his head while he pleased you.

Gerard’s hands slipped between your thighs, while one of his arms wrapped around your torso for support; meanwhile, one of your hands wrapped around his shoulders and the other around his wrist.

“God, you’re so hot like this, baby…” His breath was hot against your skin, forehead pressed to your temple while he kept speaking those sweet nothings. The words alone were enough to make arousal stir in the bottom of your stomach, even more with how his hand moved between your legs.

A couple of fingers teased your clit, rubbing slow circles into it. Gerard loved the way your breath would get caught in your throat, making broken whimpers escape your lips while you hopelessly tried to move your hips against his hand. Useless, by the way. He just wouldn’t change the pace of his fingers. He wanted to enjoy every second the most, savoring the moment completely, even if all he had at the moment was a neglected cock stuck inside uncomfortable tight pants. The most he would have, from time to time, was the way your thighs would rub against it whenever you squirmed.

Those thighs, fuck. They looked so pretty flat against Gerard’s like that. He really couldn’t help himself.

Occasionally, Gerard’s fingers would actually slip into your pussy—he would collect some of the wetness to help his fingers glide against your puffy clit even easier, making the motions so delicious.

“Gerard,” you choked out his name, trying to plead for him to finally let you cum.

“Shh,” Gerard soothed. He could sense your thighs pressing together a little too much, your hips too unquiet, so he gave you a pause once again. He could keep going like that, wanting to see how far you could go until you either became a complete mess or came with the slightest touch.

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Frank maybe—just maybe—loved your chubbiness a little too much. He wouldn’t admit it, constantly stuttering excuses and looking away while his face burned red, but you knew too well that he enjoyed the way your bottoms sometimes sank into your skin and made the skin muffin a little.

Frank, whose hands always found their way to your thighs whenever you sat on his lap or had your legs over his. He would hold and squeeze your thighs, sometimes absentmindedly, as if they were his to use as he pleased whenever he wanted to.

Frank would always hold onto your hips while you kissed, letting his fingers sink into it. Sometimes, he would even rub circles into your hips. It all started when he would occasionally pull you closer by your hips, then he started squeezing them out of curiosity before it grew into a habit.

Frank loved just resting his head on your tummy while you lay in bed or on the couch. He would just rest his head there and, sometimes, slip your shirt up a little bit, so he could give your tummy tiny kisses.

Frank would always bite his lip and groan softly whenever you started taking off your clothes, sometimes muttering about how hot you were. His hands would immediately roam over your body at any given opportunity. His hands would grope everywhere he could, going down your ass to hold there while you made out or while you rode him.

“Frank,” you whispered. Those little kisses on the exposed slice of the skin of your torso were starting to lose their innocence. You took a little too long to notice—you were immersed in the book you had in hand, lying on the couch while Frank lay his head on your torso like he usually did. “Frank,” you said again, with a firmer tone.

A groan came in response from Frank. He said nothing, of course. If anything, he only got bolder. His kisses went until the waistband of your shorts, where he had to take a pause while his fingers wrapped around it and slowly started pulling it down.

A shaky breath escaped your lips.

“Mm, Frank, I’m—”

“Your book can wait,” he said simply as he just took your shorts off.

Who even were you to argue? A sigh escaped your lips as you put the book away and spread your legs open to give Frank more access.

Frank’s lips kept peppering kisses all over your tummy and hips, worshiping them way more than he would admit he enjoyed. He nibbled a little down your hip, making you gasp and instinctively buck your hips forward. Damn.

“What are you so hot for…” Frank grumbled among other things, making your face heat up while you tried to sit still for him. His hands held onto your thighs, letting his fingers sink into them while his lips made their way down until the feeling of him mouthing your pussy through your underwear made you squirm again. “Easy,” Frank said with a gentle squeeze on your thighs. It took you a little effort, but you did your best to sit still as his mouth pressed to you through your underwear, only starting the teasing.

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#my chemical romance #frank iero #gerard way #x reader #x female reader #transmasc reader #frank iero x reader #gerard way x reader #fan fic #fan fiction #mcr x reader #oneshot #imagine

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youlookedalotbetterlastnight · 1 year

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

Your Man

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

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

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

#my chemical romance #my chemical romance smut #my chemical romance x reader #frank iero smut #frank iero x reader #frank iero #my chemical romance frank #mychemxreader

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rdiowxdeaddove · 3 months

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HIIIII ITS RAY BUT DEAD DOVE VERSION

if you dont know me im @rdiowx you can call me ray or radio i write mcr, pilot kelson, and donnie darko smut and the occasional fluff on rdiowx, this page is for your thoughts you wouldnt say out loud. if you want another blog like this for mcr theres @mcrredacteddeadove for thoughts but im writing deaddove fanfics now! I’ll write just about everything even on my regular account im pretty accepting so please if you have thoughts that arent dead dove go there instead !

Just cause this is a new blog doesnt mean i write for women now !

My tags are:

#rdioshow! For rants or drabbles

#rdiofics! For full fics

#mnsterstuff for monster fucking related asks/fics

#Grd For Gerard based asks/fics

#Mky for Mikey based asks/fics

#Ry for Ray based asks/fics

#frnk for Frank based asks/fics

#rynrs for ryan ross based asks/fics

#dnniedrko for donnie darko based asks/fics

#piltklsn for pilot kelson based asks/fics

#jmmylvngstn for jimmy livingston based asks/fics

#way!sib reader for reader who’s a way sibling asks/fics

Anons:

.🐕 🦇 🩺 axe! 🕯️🩰 🧩 🔸🌸 🎸🦈 🫀🦦 🕸️ ☠️

FICS:

GERARD:

LOVE HIM

THE REAL REASON THE WAY BROTHERS DONT DATE

MIKEY:

THE REAL REASON THE WAY BROTHERS DONT DATE

RAY:

Nothing yet !

FRANK:

Nothing yet !

RYAN ROSS:

Nothing yet!

DONNIE DARKO:

BEING KIDNAPPED BY DONNIE (hcs)

PILOT KELSON:

Nothing yet!

AUDIO LISTS !:

MCR DEADDOVE AUDIOLIST

MINI FICS !:

OLDERSIB! MIKEY HELPING WAYSIB! READER AND GERARD GET OFF

OLDERSIB! MIKEY CATCHING WAYSIB!READER AND GERARD IN PANTIES

OLDERBROTHER!RAY TORO HELPING YOU GET OFF

DAD!KOBRAKID FUCKING SON!READER

TAXIDERMIST FRANK MAKING YOU A SEX DOLL

CLOWN!GERARD USING YOU

#DEADDOVEBLOG #MCRDEADDOVE #mcr x reader #mcr smut #gerard way x reader #frank iero x reader #mikey way x reader #ray toro x reader #gerard way smut #frank iero smut #mikey way smut #ray toro smut #donnie darko x reader #pilot kelson x reader

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tuftv · 7 months

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day 4/21 of Frank until Halloween

#21 days of Frank #frank iero #my chemical romance #mcr #it just started to snow where I’m from so a sweater pic seemed fitting #my chem #frank iero x reader

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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!

#frank iero x reader #all2angels #frank iero smut #mcr x reader #my chemical romance x reader #mcr smut

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2therazor · 4 months

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clean sheets

w/c: 2916

revenge gerard x reader

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

you are responsible for your own media consumption

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you croaked, lowering your hand.

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

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

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

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

“gee?”

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

“what’s up?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“yeah, I’d like that”

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

“gee?” you broke the kiss to say

“yeah baby?”

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

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

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

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

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

“sweetheart, please… i need you.”

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

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

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

fuck. you were done for.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“green. fuck green” he breathed out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“gerard.” you said in a stern tone.

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

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

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

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

“ah- gerard fuck.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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dumblilb · 11 months

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Bro wants his clit snatched. He better watch out.

#frank iero #frank iero x reader #my chemical romance #frank iero smut #gerard way #mikey way #ray toro #pro rev #pro rev frank

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rdiowx · 10 months

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MCR AUDIO LIST

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

Gerard

Nonstop nut november

I luv cockwarming

The way he was crying behind the door was soo

Why camp when u could fuck?

I threw in a dom one out of pity

Frank

Guess ur not reading that book

For the people who like puppy play 🫡

Somnophilia luvrs

Yea so what i based that one fic off this

Tell me this isnt frank

Mikey

Wrap it b4 u tap it guys

OMG A MALE LISTENER ONE!

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

2. Men.

Thigh riding w/ mikey way

RAY

In which Ray toro fingers u to sleep

Video games make you horny or smth idk

I like mythos a lot if u couldn’t tell

Ray toro coded audio id like to think

Celebrating ur birthday with ray toro

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elektramustdie · 4 months

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jealousy

“fucking say it.”

he growls, his cock thrusting into you at a harsher pace, your wrists pinned above your head. when you came back from the club that night, after babysitting your drunken friends— one of which you had to nearly carry out of the club. you never expected to end up in this situation. your body squished between him and the wall of his bedroom, Frank fucking into you like a wild animal. in an attempt to stake his claim of you, one of which was already his. but he felt you needed a little reminder after smelling another man’s cologne on your sweaty skin.

you can only manage a whimper, his cock hitting that spot inside you that makes your head swim. but the male is clearly not satisfied, letting go of your wrists to grab your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. you had never seen this side of him before, but you couldn’t deny how sexy you found it. He already had you cumming on his cock twice, but he’d make you cum as many times as was needed. until you remembered who you belonged to.

“come on darlin’, have i fucked you that silly already? use. your. words.”

Frank lets go of your cheeks, slowing the speed of his hips. his cock dragging in and out of at such a frustrating pace, it makes tears well up in your eyes as your nails grip his bare shoulders. the male merely chuckles at the sight, kissing them away. as you attempt to grind your hips down, desperate for him to take pity on you. but you know it wouldn’t be that easy.

“if you want me to fill up this pretty pussy, you gotta say it baby.”

your body is trembling in his grasp, keeping himself buried inside you, but stilling his hips as he awaits your answer. frank’s dark eyes watching you intensely, making your walls clench harder around his cock.

“i’m y-yours.”

Frank rewards you with a snap of his hips, lips nearly crushing yours. but you don’t mind, moaning loudly into his open mouth as you tangle your fingers in his curls.

“tell me again, fuck tell me again sweetheart.”

you know he’s getting close, from the way his breath hitches in his throat and his cock twitches inside you. your fingers falling between your bodies to rub at your swollen clit, eager to make him finally fall apart with you.

“i’m yours frank, baby please.”

that’s all it takes for him to finally lose it, spilling his warmth inside you. curses and moans tumbling from his plump lips as he fills you up to the brim. his cheeks are flushed, eyes glossy but he doesn’t stop fucking you.

a cry of his name leaving your lips as your third orgasm crashes over you. leaving you a complete mess in his embrace. both of you are panting, feeling your combined mess beginning to drip down your thighs.

a giggle suddenly escapes you, now coming to the realization of just who he was jealous over. a confused look crossing his features as he sets you on your feet, leaning his hand against the wall next to your head.

“i’ll have to tell Gerard to wear cologne more often… especially if it means you’ll fuck me like that.”

#smut fic #emo #frank iero #frank iero x reader #mcr #my chemical romance

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ghoulgirlwrites · 11 months

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So Don’t Hate Me, Trust In Me

Pairing: Frank Iero x Female Reader

Era: Danger Days

Requested by: Anon

Word Count: ~1500

Summary/Request: So I was thinking about a Frank X fem!Reader (she/her) during Danger Days era, where they are really close and it's obvious they like each other, and Frank is more forward with liking her, but she's insecure bc she doesn't have any experience with relationships and intimacy (even just handholing and stuff), and is worried he'd be disappointed, maybe even something like she's not good enough for him. And he gets her to talk about it to him and is really understanding and reassuring, and willing to give her time and space, but she feels better after the conversation and wants to try. So basically angst to fluff?

A/N: I LOVED writing this one. It was one of the first fics I worked on in getting out of my hiatus and it was just everything I wanted in a request (particularly Danger Days Frank). Enjoy!

You’d just started a new job as Frank’s guitar tech. It was a dream job for you, since you wanted to work with bands and travel around the world, but you were too shy to get onstage yourself. MyChem were currently on tour promoting their newest album, Danger Days, and you were excited to work for them, since you’d been friends with Frank since shortly before Revenge had come out.

But the best part of the job was getting to work with Frank. The rest of the band was super nice and welcoming, but Frank was so generous and he seemed to care about making your job easier whenever he could. Every time you switched out a guitar for him, he’d grin at you as if you were his personal savior. When you’d first started working for Frank, you’d been nervous that it would affect your friendship, but it had only brought you closer.

However, you were trying to be cautious because you knew you were starting to fall for him. You figured that he was just nice to you because he was nice to the rest of the crew, but you often caught yourself wondering what it would be like to kiss him or to run your fingers through his hair, which he’d taken to wearing longer, down to his shoulders. You knew you couldn’t act on these feelings because you figured he’d never like you back and saying or doing the wrong thing could put you out of a job and you really wanted to keep working with him, not just because of your crush.

You were just about finished setting up before MyChem took the stage for tonight. You handed Frank his first guitar and he put his hand over yours on the neck of the instrument, holding you in his hazel eyed gaze.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“You’re welcome.” You felt proud that your voice didn’t tremble and you prayed he didn’t notice your hand shaking beneath his.

He turned to head to the side of the stage, but then ran back to you.

“Did you forget something, Frank?” You asked.

“Yeah. I just wanted to say you look really nice tonight,” he said.

Your cheeks burned as you averted your gaze. “Thanks.”

You watched him play his heart out, still bewildered from the compliment he’d given you. It wasn’t the first time, but usually his praise was about your work. Your stomach fluttered at the idea that he noticed how you looked. You usually dressed for comfort, in jeans, band shirts, and hoodies and you weren’t dressed that differently tonight, apart from the fact that you were wearing your favorite hoodie. You liked it because it was comfortable, but you also thought that it brought out the color in your eyes.

The show was nearing the end, when Gerard started walking around the stage as he spoke into his microphone.

“So before we play our last song, we wanted to give a big thank you to our crew who do such an amazing job at every show. Thank you to our merch, our lights and sound people--”

Frank cut in. “And I just wanted to call my guitar tech, Y/N, to the stage for a minute. Y/N, where you at, girl?”

Your face burned as you shrunk back, but you saw Frank walking over to you, his guitar still slung around his neck. He lifted one hand, beckoning you gently with one finger. “Come on,” he mouthed, his lips curling in a sweet smile.

You sighed, walking onstage to a crowd of thousands, who were all screaming for you. ‘Bet they’d scream for just about anything if Frank told them to,’ you thought bitterly to yourself. But all thoughts went out of your head as Frank took your hand and led you over to his mic so he could talk.

“This is Y/N, my amazing guitar tech, she keeps me in line all night, can we give her a big round of applause?” Frank asked the crowd, lifting his arms up towards the pit. You blushed over his comment about “keeping him in line all night,” and hoped the stage lights didn’t show how red you felt.

The crowd went wild once again and your face burned even more as you felt Frank wrap his arm around you and pull you into a hug, discreetly kissing your cheek. It was such a quick peck that you were almost sure you’d imagined it, but when Frank pulled away from you, he was blushing too, but grinning, the corners of his hazel eyes crinkling.

Frank finally let you go and you escaped to the sanctuary of backstage. You hadn’t wanted to hurt Frank’s feelings by running away, but it made you nervous being in the spotlight. And that kiss on your cheek had made your heart soar, but now you felt nervous. What did it mean?

After that night, you tried to keep yourself busy and limit your interactions with Frank. You didn’t know what his intentions were and you were scared you weren’t good enough for him. You had never really dated anyone and you knew he’d had quite a few relationships, so you were also afraid that your inexperience would be a turnoff for him.

It was hard to totally avoid him though, especially since you worked for him and you’d seen his face fall enough to know that he’d noticed and wasn’t happy about it, but you couldn’t help it.

Finally, he cornered you one day backstage while one of the opening bands set up for their set.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he murmured.

Your heart stopped. You were caught. There was no avoiding the conversation now. You swallowed hard. “Frank, I…I’m sorry. Can we talk about this somewhere more private?” As you said this, you saw Gerard out of the corner of your eye, looking over at the two of you, his eyebrows furrowed. Gerard was hard to miss these days, with his bright red hair.

Frank nodded and you let him take your hand and pull you away from everyone else. Once you’d stopped walking, he held your hand in his still, loose enough that you could let go if you wanted to, but tight enough that you could sense that Frank didn’t want to let you go.

He sighed. “Look, I--I’m sorry if I scared you off that night when I called you onstage, but I just--I wanted to show you how special you are to me and how much I like you, I just didn’t really know how. I didn’t plan on kissing your cheek, it just happened, so if you’ve been avoiding me because of that, I’m so sorry. I never want to make you uncomfortable and I want you to know that we’ll do whatever you want. If you want to pretend this never happened, we can do that, if you want to leave tour--”

You’d been listening to him ramble, your heart fluttering in your chest as he said everything you’d hoped to hear from him, but when he mentioned you leaving tour, you had to stop him. “Frank, I don’t wanna leave tour.”

His face lit up with a cautious sort of hope. “You don’t?”

You shook your head, offering him a small smile. “No, I don’t.”

He sighed in relief. “Thank God. So what is it then? I miss you and I want us to be good again.”

You sighed. “I like you too. I like you so much that it scares me. A-and I could tell you liked me too and that scared me even more.”

He frowned. “Why? You never have to be afraid of me, you know that.”

You bit your lip. “I know. It’s not that. It’s just that…you know I’m not very experienced when it comes to this kind of thing. And I’m insecure that I’ll screw it up, or that I won’t be good at…you know.” You trailed off, blushing furiously.

His full lips curved in a slight smile, his hazel eyes full of warmth and love for you. “Y/N, you’re going to be amazing, because you’re amazing. But we can slow things down, I can…I can back off a little if that’s what you need.”

You nodded. “Not too far back though,” you whispered, smiling slightly.

He reached his hand out to yours, linking your pinky with yours. The simple, gentle touch felt amazing.

“Better?” He asked, his eyes searching yours.

You nodded, reaching up with your other hand to brush his hair out of his face. It had grown down to his shoulders and you loved the way it looked, even when it obscured his beautiful eyes. “Thanks, Frank.”

He smiled. “Of course.”

The two of you took things slow over the next few months. Frank was unendingly patient with you, which made you feel brave enough to progress your relationship. You still worked for him, since it gave the two of you the chance to spend a lot of time together and travel around the world. You loved watching him play music and jump around the stage like a maniac. And after every show, he was yours, and that was all that mattered.

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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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