My initial post went: “Hi! My name isn’t actually ryry, but I’m considering it a nickname for this blog! I’m very very very shy to do this but I love writing fanfiction and I feel it would make 12 year old me proud”, but this is my newer introduction post, and I’m really happy with how much I’ve made and the people who read/request my works!!! Thank you!!!
𝓜𝔂 𝓘𝓷𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓼 ˖ ݁♬⋆.˚𝄞
I’ve mainly written MCR because it’s what I’ve been most obsessed with, but there’s certain celebrities and characters I’d still love to write for!
Ex. I LUV GNR and RHCP. Fair amount of GNR fics but noooo Anthony Kiedis… might do it if it’s read. Another sexy celebrity I wanna chip in on is Ben Hardy *drools*. I also wanna maybe write Herbert West (Re-Animator/Bride of Re-Animator), TUA characters like Ben, Diego, or Viktor Hargreeves, Henry/001 from Stranger Things, probably many other movies I can’t think of rn
Other fanfiction accounts that are my inspiration include: @5thperiodm4ssacre @vampireswi11hurtu @madonnaswirl , if any others grow on me they will be added!
𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 *ੈ❀
Uninterested in these? Send a request!!! I have plenty of YESs, so you should no the few things I wouldn’t write for. My NOs are incest, ageplay, shit, pedos, and sexual assault/rape (dubcon is acceptable). I write some dddne and repost dddne. Anything with a ~ is fluff and the ones with no links is coming soon!
✮MCR
⋆ Frank Iero
My Dirtbag!Frank Iero Headcannons
Sweet Puppy (“Legalize Gay”!Frank Iero x f!reader
Untitled (Butch Lesbian!Frank Iero x Femme Lesbian f!reader)
“Smile, Honey” (Butch Lesbian!Frank Iero x Femme Lesbian f!reader)
PUNK SHOW! (Dirtbag!Frank Iero x f!reader)
My Dirtbag!Frank Iero Headcannons Pt 2/PUNK SHOW! Pt 2
Different Frank Iero Era Headcannons (Different Eras of Frank Iero x Chubby f!reader)
Careless (Projekt Revolution asshole!Frank Iero x Sound Check f!reader)
Skullcrusher (Current!Frank Iero x Younger f!reader)
Carnival (Carnival Worker!Frank Iero x Carnival Worker f!reader)
Punishment (Frank Iero x t boy!reader)
Untitled (Leathermouth!Frank Iero x f!reader)
Love & Basketball (Current!Frank Iero x f!reader)
~ Swimming (Current!Frank Iero x Younger f!reader)
Untitled (Butch Lesbian!Frank Iero x Femme Lesbian f!reader, FT. Cuck Mikey)
Hot For Teacher (Current Guitar Teacher!Frank Iero x Younger Learner!Reader)
⋆ Gerard Way
Untitled (Illi McMillin x f!reader)
Tell Me I’m An Angel (Current!Gerard Way x f!reader)
A Year of Addiction (Illi McMillin x f!reader): Part 1 Guys I actually really didn’t like writing this so uh… this one’s kind of a goner but there’s Part 1 if anyone just wanted to read smth 🤷
Different Gerard Way Era Headcannons (Different Eras of Gerard Way x Chubby f!reader)
Nurse Way (Nurse f!Gerard Way x f!reader)
Trailer Trash Gerard Way Headcannons (Trailer Park Trash!Gerard Way x f!reader)
Too Tight? (Danger Days!Gerard Way x f!reader)
Untitled (Current!Gerard Way x Younger f!reader)
In My Room (Lesbian Basement!Gerard Way x Lesbian f!reader)
⋆ Mikey Way
True Love Cafe (INOK!Mikey Way x f!reader)
My INOK!Mikey Way Headcannons
Different Mikey Way Era Headcannons (Different Eras of Mikey Way x Chubby f!reader)
Unpunishable (Mikey Way x f!reader)
Incel (Incel!Mikey Way x f!reader): Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3
Emo Boy (Mikey Way x Bimbo f!reader)
Bottom (Incel!Mikey Way x t boy!reader)
Mikey McMillin To My Office! (University Student INOK!Mikey Way x Professor f!reader)
Fangirl (Danger Days!Mikey Way x Younger Gf f!reader)
⋆ Ray Toro
Different Ray Toro Era Headcannons (Different Eras of Ray Toro x Chubby f!reader)
Untitled (Bullets!Ray Toro x Chubby f!reader)
You lock your doors too late. I don’t want someone to break in and hurt you. (Stalker!Ray Toro x Victim f!reader)
~ Fast Learner (Ray Toro x f!reader)
Breathe for Me (Ray Toro x f!reader)
Fine Wine (Current!Ray Toro x Younger f!reader)
Happy Together (Ray Toro x f!reader)
Going Out (Stalker!Ray Toro x f!reader)
⋆ Frerard
Two Pups and One Priest (Priest!Gerard Way x Werewolf-Human Hyrbid!Frank Iero x Priest’s Wife!Reader): Part 1, Part 2, finished unless I get a request and some inspo
Kick Me Like A Stray (Puppy-Human Hybrid!Gerard Way x Puppy-Human Hybrid!Frank Iero x Human f!reader)
⋆ Frikey
New Puppy (Bullets Era Owner!Frank Iero x Bullets Era Puppy-Human Hybrid!Mikey Way x Puppy-Human Hybrid f!reader): Part 1 , Part 2
⋆ Fray
Next Contestant ( Butch Lesbian!Frank Iero x Butch Lesbian!Ray Toro x Femme Lesbian f!reader)
Friends in Need (Ray Toro x Frank Iero x f!reader)
~ Boyfriends (Ray Toro x Frank Iero x f!reader)
⋆ Rayrard
⋆ Rikey
⋆ All
Pride Month MCR Headcannons (Butch Lesbian!Frank Iero x f!reader, Lesbian!Mikey Way x f!reader, T Girl Lesbian!Gerard Way x f!reader, Unlabelled!Ray Toro x f!reader)
hiii! I just wanna say that I love your fics sm and you’re an amazing writer🥹
This is my first request like.. ever😔 so I’m sorry if some things are kinda vague💔
so I was thinking a perv/stalker ray fic with a fem reader where the reader is like kind of into him being really obsessive…? if that makes sense..
I was also thinking that ray could be really rough when they eventually fuck🥹 anyway uhm maybe if you’re okay with writing it a bit of bloodplay??
other than that I don’t really have any specific ideas💔
I hope this isn’t a really weird request lol😭
fucking AMAZING request, I hope I didn’t mean the fic too weird
𝔾𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕆𝕦𝕥
Pairing: Stalker!Ray Toro x f!reader
Notes: dddne, manhandling, pervy and stalking, bloodplay, knife play, obsessive/possessive behavior, slight cnc, unprotected p in v, slight bondage
Inspo/Request: Above!
You and Ray were friends for a while now. He was cute, really weird, protective, and clingy. It was clear he had a massive crush on you, and you loved how obsessed he was. It started off little and fun. Yes, Ray, I’ll be your little model for your new camera. Yes, Ray, I’ll star in a little movie you’re making with your camcorder and I’ll be the slutty actress. He started pushing his limits more with requests. I guess, Ray, you can install cameras in my place to protect me. I guess, Ray, you can sleep in my bed when we have sleepovers. Then it started to get to a point where you said no to him, which made him mad. There’s no point in mentioning the things you said no to, because in the end, he always got his way.
This resulted in him being such a cockblock. The man you allowed to live out his sick little perverted stalking fantasies on you, with his cameras and videos and how he stole your shit but didn’t know you knew, always ensured any other guys were around you. Until you were sick of it. Tonight, you had a date, so you got completely freshened up to the nines, prepared in a lovely outfit for your date. The moment Ray seen you doing all the pampering things you’d do for a date on his cameras in your apartment, he rushed over, your stolen apartment keys in hand to open the door. Ray found you standing in front of the living room mirror, just finishing up as you applied the perfume he has huffed so many times.
“Where are you going?” Looking you over, he knew. Careless, you replied simply. “Out.” “Out where? With who?” Further pushing, Ray stalked up to you from behind, watching your wrists rub the beads of scent together before applying them to your neck. Even moving your hair out of the way for you to do it. “To a bar, to meet a guy.” His gaze met yours in the mirror, anger seething behind them. “To meet a guy? But…. But (Y/N), I brought my new camera for us to try out!” There was now something convincing in his expression, arms slowly wrapping around your waist. “I got a new camera and wanted to do another shoot!” But you weren’t having it, whipping around. “I’m going out, Ray. It sucks you have no other girl to cling to, but I want to get laid. I can’t do that with you constantly up my ass.”
That anger returned to Ray’s expression, his jaw tightening. When you tried to walk past him, he gripped your wrist. “You’re not going out.” The tone of his voice was flat, cold, sounding like the anger of a toddler not getting what he wants but deadly. You didn’t break eye contact, standing your ground. “Yes, I am.” Simple, daring him, as you try to yank your wrist away, just for Ray to begin manhandling you. Pressing you firmly against the wall, one hand holding your two wrists behind your back, his body firmly keeping you in place, and the other hand drawing a switchblade from his back pocket. Carved into it was your name and a heart. It wasn’t held against you, but just to you, as if reminding you who was in charge.
Ray chuckled as you gulped nervously, eyes flicking between the weapon and him. Slowly, slowly, slowly, he would drag the knife from one temple, down your jaw, under your chin, and up on the other side while talking: “You’re not going out. You’re gonna stand him up like the slut you are. You’re going to stay in and let me play with you. I know you want this, I know your cunt is probably soaked right now seeing the pretty blade I’ve always carried for you, but there’s a safe word if you’re actually scared.” Giving you the safe word, he continued. “You’ll use it if you need to. But I know you want this. Don’t you?” Shakily, you nodded, making Ray smile. “Tell me you’re not scared to use the safe word. Use that big girl voice.” Swallowing against your dry throat once more, you found words forming, “I’m not scared to use the safe word.”
Smiling proudly, he now dragged the knife lower, along your collarbone. “There,” he hummed, “so you understand if you’re moaning stop, I’m not gonna stop? I’m only gonna stop if you say the safe word.” “I understand.” Once you quickly nod, Ray’s knife settled right between your collarbone, the point digging in but not piercing the skin. The coldness and sharpness made you unbelievably wet, along with how easily he restrained you. “You like the knife, don’t you? Want to break the skin just a little?” Shamefully, you nod eagerly, biting your lip while watching where he holds the knife. But he takes it away. “Come on. Follow me.” Following him, he takes a seat on your living room couch, you standing in front of him while he spreads his legs open.
That predatory glare stared you up and down, before pulling you in slightly by the hip. The knife was pressed against your body again, but this time dragging along the seam of your clothes, forcing enough pressure for the cloth to rip. Completely ruining your clothes, he smiles, tossing the destroyed outfit aside. “Can’t wear that out again now. Not like you can sneak past me to try and go out and fuck some guy anyway.” The type of top that was on required no bra, so you took your hands up to cover yourself. He shook his head, taking you by the hips to make you mount him, your hands coming away from your chest to keep your balance on his shoulders.
One hand travels lower, between your legs, over your panties to feel the wet patch that makes him laugh. The patch of your lacy panties were soaked, he just had to feel how wet your bare pussy was. He pulls the flimsy fabric aside, running his thick fingers through your soaked folds with a deep moan. “This is how your body reacts when I hold a knife to you and trap you against me? Should tie you up, shouldn’t I?” No more hands on you, he unbuckled his belt, taking it off fully before putting your hands behind your back. The leather is looped around your wrists, tied tightly so you can’t get the out. Unbuttoning his pants, Ray pulls his cock out, pumping it a few times and letting you take in the sight.
Definitely hung, Ray’s tip had eager white beads producing from the tip of his girthy, above average length. It’d definitely be a stretch, with how long you’ve been cock blocked by him and not having sex with anyone. As if he could just stick it in with no lube, he began to pull your panties to the side, but you quickly shook your head no. “Ray, Ray, you don’t got a condom or something?” You chuckle nervously, considering protection and some more slickness needed. But Ray didn’t listen, pushing his tip inside you with one harsh push that made you cry out, dropping your head to his shoulder. The stretch burned sk good, your thighs quivering as you tried to keep balance on your knees. Ray brought his hands to your hips.
“Easy, easy. You can take it. You’ve been dying to have a cock inside you, haven’t you?” His grip on your hips brought your weight all the way down, being sure you were fully sat on his dick while trying to accommodate to his size. Finding the knife, Ray brought it back, dragging it up and down your back as if it were the comforting touch of his fingers. Involuntarily, it made you clench around him, making Ray groan. “Awww, you like that, don’t you? That I could press a lil too hard any second and make you bleed?” With a whimper, you nodded, still feeling dizzy from how big the stretch is. He taps the knife on your back, digging in slightly. “Eyes on me, Angel. Wanna see you while you take me raw.”
Shakily, you pushed yourself up to be face to face with him. “Move.” Ray pushed the knife into your skin, just for a little pinch, a small threat that you better start riding him. Rising your hips up slowly, you sank back down just as slow, Ray sighing. “Faster. Take it, baby.” He lifted his own hips up to give you a push as you used the muscles in your legs to bounce up and down on his cock, rising with your strength, just to let go and slam on his cock. Noises of skin meeting skin began to fill the room, along with your broken scratchy moans from how he felt kissing your cervix. Your moans mixed with Ray’s whimpers that contrasted his aggressive tone and presence. “There ya go. Riding me like you mean it. Fucking loving it too, aren’t you?”
“Yes!” You squeak, head thrown back with your eyes fluttering shut. One of Ray’s hands rest right above your ass, the other taking the precious blade from the dip of your throat, down the valley of your breast, tickling along your tummy. “How bout I give you a little knick to remember? Want me to make you bleed, precious?” You nodded, licking your lips as you nervously watched his every move, until he just gave a slightly deep, almost cat like scratch to your belly that made you gasp. The sight made Ray’s cock twitch as you tightened around him, and he just tossed the knife elsewhere on the couch, gripping your hips to begin fucking up into you.
A loud moan fell from your lips, head falling back with your entire body dependent on Ray. He kept you balanced, big hands having your hips in a death grip. The way he fucked you had your cunt burning in the best way possible, while he rambled about how good he felt himself. “So so so tight, baby, god…. L-Look so pretty bleeding for me too. Wouldn’t want any other guy to do that to you, would you? You just like having me as your little perv to fill you up?” Despite your head feeling dizzy, being the reason you couldn’t answer, but Ray didn’t take that as he began aggressive, quick, timed apart thrusts deep inside you. “‘M talking to you, precious. Answer me.”
Trying to speak between moans, you nod. “Feels s-so good and- and ‘m all yours.” As a reward, Ray resumed his harsh fucking, smiling as you lost control again. “There you go. Why don’t we finish up that little cut, huh? Think you can rub your clit and ride me while I carve into your pretty body?” His thumb swiped over the cut, making you whimper while his other hand released your wrists. You were quick to comply, one hand on his shoulder to help you bounce while the other rubbed your clit. Carefully, Ray took the blade to the vertical line, pressing down for another little right diagonal cut. Then from that cut, a little one going to the left diagonal. Finally, a long right diagonal one below the half diamond shape, fully forming an “R”.
The pain and pleasure you were receiving really pushed you to the edge, rubbing your clit really hard while whining. “‘M gonn cum, I’m- I’m gonna, R-Ray!” While you kept rubbing your clit, Ray began thrusting up so you didn’t do all the work, loudly moaning along with you. “Come on, angel, cum on my fucking cock. Show me how you like it when I force you to have sex with me. Didn’t even use the fuckin safe word because you love my cock sosososo much.” How Ray spoke just pushed you over the edge, clamping down on his cock while you convulsed, falling forward while biting into his shoulder. The feeling of your teeth and cunt clenching him made him shoot his load deep inside you, fucking it into you until you fall limp against him.
Ray carefully moved you to lay on the couch, leaving to the bathroom and returning with a first aid kit and warm cloth. Without a word, he wiped the sweat off your forehead, neck, and chest, then cleaned between your legs. Snapping open the optic box, he began to clean the initial shaped wound, with the complete proper care. Disinfecting it, cleaning it, bandaging it, until placing a tender kiss to the area. You watched with heavy eyes, exhausted from getting the fuck you’ve been dying for from the shy, sweet guy you know. He left once again, coming back with his backpack, inside his camera. The camera shuttered while taking a picture of your beautiful state, then he placed it aside.
“You can keep that one. For memories. You know I already have plenty more.”
Notes: flufffff, age gap, sorry still daddy stuff bc honestly I love calling someone those names in non sexual situations too it can be comforting :((, babying, praise
Inspo/Request: “fluff.. i would like current fray where theyve been on tour for forever and come home to reader and pamper them endlessly. just sickly sweet and adorable 🌞 pls mamw” @amans-puer comment!
The toughest part about dating the two guitarists is that you still need to be committed to your own job like any other person. You were a big girl, and didn’t want to be completely dependent on them despite their giving nature, contributing to every day living as much as you can. Although this meant when they were away on tour, you were all alone for extensive periods of time. The two would call you, calling for as long as you want, sometimes until you’d fall asleep. They’d give you whatever you want over the phone, but all the attention still isn’t the same as if they were there. You could not wait until they returned home, counting down the days and everything. Then came the day for them to come home. Once home from work and running errands, you got busy with making a delicious supper and cookies for dessert, freshened up, put on your coziest pjs, and waited for their supposed late evening arrival from a flight about an hour away, longer if they’re driving. But then you received a message (well, messages) from Frank.
“Hey babes , flight got ducking cancelled”
“*fcuking”
“***fucking”
“Me n Ray wont be in until really late… dont stay up 4 us, ik youll try. Our phones r gonna die n chargers are in fucking suitcases gtg love you hunny”
Disappointed washed over you, getting up to carefully package the home cooked goods and store them so they remain fresh. You were hopeful to see them today, comfy and everything. Fuck what Frank said, you’re going to stay up for them. Now all the time there was is for you to wait, using this time to watch your favorite franchise. One movie in, and it’s 7:00pm. Second movie, 8:30pm. Fourth movie, nearly midnight, your eyes threatening sleep. Fifth movie, about 1:20pm, and you were going to put on number six once you closed your eyes for a minute… but that minute turned into hours. It was around 8:00am when the pair got home, leaving their luggage by the doors just so they can go strip and join you in bed. Luckily, they slept on the plane and in the airport, strangely refreshed. Frank loudly complained about the delayed flight, in fact he hasn’t shut up about it. Ray shushes him. “She’s probably upstairs still sleeping and I bet she can hear you from here.”
But there you are, standing half asleep-half awake in the kitchen doorway, staring at them where they’ve just entered, dirty mug in your hand from the amount of caffeinated drinks you drank to try and stay awake to greet them. A smile came to both men’s faces, Ray approaching to bend and wrap his arms tightly around you. “Aww, hey, sleepyhead. Why were you down here?” Ray’s hands rubbed your back, moving to your shoulder while looking down at you. Frank finished taking his shoes off and came over, peaking into your cup. “Knew she’d try to stay awake. See?” Inside the mug was your favorite caffeinated beverage, which Frank quickly took from you to put in the sink. You followed right behind, like a lost puppy while still expecting a hug from him. When he turned around to see you staring expectedly, he wrapped his comfy arms around you, greeting similar to Ray’s, who came behind and sandwiched you between the men.
“You didn’t get very far staying up late, did you?” Frank questioned, shaking your head no in response. Ray added, “Still tired?” “Not really. Still had a good sleep.” The taller man came to the side of where you and Frank met, a hand on both of you. “Why don’t we go out, then? Me n’ Frankie aren’t tired.” Both looked at you to make the decision, to which you whined tiredly and put your weight into the two of them. “I wanna have you two all to myself. I don’t wanna go out.” Frank laughs. “Alright, sooky, go throw a movie on and we’ll order something in for breakfast.” Except you didn’t wanna go alone, about to whine again, but Frank interrupts. “Ray’ll go too. I’ll order.” While you and Ray went to the living room, Frank ripped apart the suitcases for a charger to plug his phone in and order food. Ray sat in his usual spot on the couch as you curled up, laying your head in his lip without a word.
Ray smiled, brushing your hair from your face and feeling it between his fingers. “Whatcha do while we were gone, sweet thing?” Nuzzling further int his hand, you hummed, trying to think without your brain going fuzzy from his comforting touch. You quietly rambled, nothing really exciting to tell him, but still filling him in. He was just as responsive, getting you to go into further detail, all while caressing your scalp. “Diddd.. you miss us?” Ray asks playfully, fingers sliding to your neck to lightly tickle it, resulting in you giggling in a nod. “Hmmm,” he continues, “not that much?” The tickling intensified, your giggles growing as you tried to make him stop. “Yes, a lot! A lot!” But he didn’t stop, moving down your ribs while you squirmed and tossed and laughed. The action made you breathless, beginning to tear up as it became torturous! “Stopstopstopstopstop!” Your protests burst between gasping laughs, Ray’s deep ones filling the room at the hilarious sight of you unable to escape.
Frank peaked in, a dramatic disappointed look at on his face. Followed by a pout and sigh. “I just got the phone plugged in and you two are already having fun. Leaving me out.” “Yep,” you teased, crawling up to sit in Ray’s laugh while he was completely still, curled up with your face buried into his long, curly hair. Coming closer without you seeing, but obvious with how his voice grew closer, Frank was planning to spring on you. “Must’ve not of missed me..” But before you could answer, he now had you trapped in Ray’s lap, tickling you to the point your laughs got loud and breathless once again. The buzz of Frank’s phone coming to life in the other room made him stop, brushing his hair from his face and going to place the order. Finally mercy being showed to you, you sit up to get comfortable on Ray’s lap, curling back into his neck. “No more.” You set the boundary, your heart pounding to the point Ray feels it. “Alright, alright. No more.” Ray agrees with a smile on his face, a hand rubbing up and down your back.
After placing the mobile order, Frank comes back, sitting beside you and Ray while you extend your legs out onto him. A calloused, tatted hand massages your calves while the two of them watch the movie you put on. Even if the purpose of the movie was to watch it, you wanted attention from both of them. Not sexually, but still to be pampered and cared for. With Ray the closest to you, and him being the one you’re less shy asking for stuff, you tuck your lips by his ear. “Ray?” He gave a small grunt in response, encouraging you to continue. “Just….” You felt butterflies in your tummy, shy to request what you want. “…. I missed you both a lot. I really… really want attention, daddy.” From your tone, Ray understood the intention was clearly not sexual like you said. “What’s the matter?” Whatever discussion you and Ray were having didn’t slip past Frank, looking over from the movie to you two. He reached over to brush Ray’s hair out of the way, where you were buried into his neck with rosy red cheeks.
Laughing, Frank looks to Ray for an answer, confused what has flustered you. A shrug in response comes from Ray, but really it’s just to hear you say it again. “Tell Frankie what you want.” Ray encourages you, hooking a hand under your chin and pulling you out of his shoulder to put you on the other that faced Frank. Frank wrapped an arm around Ray’s shoulder, coming closer to you. The reason you were more shy for Frank all the time was his smile, sweet but devious. “Spill, baby.” The further your cheeks heat up, the more it feels harder to tell him. But you force yourself. “Missed you both so much, daddy.” “Aww, baby, no need to be shy about that,” Frank What can we do to spoil her, Ray?” Scooting over, Frank pulls you by the hips to sit between him and Ray, both turning to face you.
Additionally, Frank paused the movie, since it was one you all seen before. You had no way of not telling them, despite being really shy. “Lots of cuddles…” You begin, then pause to think. “I don’t know, it’s stupid. I just want you guys to tell me all these nice things and how much you both missed me too.” Giving you a really? look, Ray reassures you, “It’s not stupid. We were gone for long, you want some attention. It’s cute.” Despite your embarrassed pout, you look down at your lap to hide from their gaze. Instead of guiding you to show your face, Frank settles himself against the arm of the other couch, patting his chest for you to come lay down. The usual position you three cuddle in on the couch. The front of Frank meets your back as you lay against him, then Ray on his belly to your chest. Behind you, Frank makes sure there’s no tension in your scalp, freeing it and running a hand through it while the other lays in your shoulder, occasionally tracing your collarbone. “There, ‘s that better? Cozy?” Frank mumbles in your ear, his voice soothing as you let out a heavy sigh and nod.
From your chest, Ray feels the tense breath you release, his big hands massaging your hips and outer thighs. “I think our angel missed us, Frankie. All she needed was her daddies attention.” Ray smiled comfortably, and Frank was in your other ear. “Had to do everything by herself. Got home from work to cook and clean and unwind with no help. Yeah, it’s possible, but you deserve to be treated like royalty, don’t ya, baby?” Once again, you hum, trying to hide your face in the back of the couch. “Ah-ah,” Ray tsks, “you know what to say.” “Yeah, daddy.” Small, light kisses are pressed to the back of your neck from Frank, making you giggle slightly while he further praises you. “Goood girl. The grip you got on me and Ray is insane. You’re the most gorgeous, talented woman ever.” Ray chirped in, now running his hands along your sides. “We’re just so proud of you and happy to be home. So capable, and we always gotta reward you, don’t we? So fun when it’s cuddles, too.” Nodding again, your eyes began to dwindle shut, because of the late time.
“‘S alright, go to sleep. We got ya. We’ll just relax.” Frank reassures you while you get closer and closer to losing consciousness. Then it happens, Ray and Frank naturally following suite from your comforting scent and safe, warm cuddles to them.
joyriding frank iero drugging and having his way with me and killing ME..............
yeah ok SEND ASK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
okai. but i did not have him kill you...im sawrry....i got lazy 💔!!
for 🧟 anon (i know who sent this dont worry)
𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖
pairing: joyriding!frank iero x fem reader
tags: noncon , drugging , roofies , kidnapping , fingering , dirty talk , rough sex , creampie , nipple play/biting , slut as a nickname , choking , afab reader , fem reader , no aftercare
word count: 1829 words
i havent written in a long long time i know this is probably terrible soz
smut under the cut
Your finger tapped against the rim of your full beer as your legs hung off the bar stool, too short to reach the footrest. Some shitty country music played over the speakers of the desert dry bar and you could've sworn you saw a sand dune roll by.
It was...a slow day, to say the least. In all honestly, you had no friends to hang out with, your co-workers hated you, and you had no boyfriend. All perfect reasons to sulk at the bar late at night. You sighed as you pushed your hair behind your back and pouted.
"Hey," A voice uttered at the same time a hand from behind grabbed your shoulder firmly. "What the fuck?!" you shouted, turning around sharply and accidentally slamming your elbow into the man's face. "Jesus christ, dude, you scared the shit out of me," you said before you realized what was even going on.
He ducked quickly, failing to protect his face with his tattooed hands and getting elbowed square in the nose. You immediately felt terrible, hopping off the stool and kneeling down to help him. A strong flow of blood cascaded from his nose, dripping down his chin and staining his white button up.
"Crap, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, are you okay?" You asked him as you frantically pulled napkins from the dispenser for his nose. "'M good, I'm fine, baby." He said sweetly, trying to stop the bleeding as he got up from the ground and sat on the empty stool next to you.
"Not the best first impression, I'm sorry, uh-" you apologized again. "Honey, I already said I'm fine, don't worry about it." He chuckled. "So, miss congeniality, what's your name?" He asked you.
"Oh, uh, y/n, you?" You answered, your gaze lingering on his hazel eyes. He was hot. He had that kind of expression you'd see in some hallmark movie, the way his brows curled in tandem with his lips. "Frank, uh, it's nice to meet you."
You smiled warmly at him. Frank. It fit him, in a way. "Well, Frank, uh...I've gotta go to the bathroom real quick, d'you mind watching my stuff? Thanks," you didn't wait for an answer as you rushed to the bathroom. The bartender, who was suddenly at his post, raised a cautious eyebrow at you as you walked away.
You looked in the dirty mirror of the dingy restroom. God, your lipstick was smudged to shit. You quickly fixed it up and wiped whatever residue you had on your face. You saw Frank still sitting at the stool, eyeing your drink. He placed his hand on your stocking clad thigh gently as you sat back on the stool. You let him.
Frank's eyes followed your hand as you picked your glass up and took a large drink. Maybe it tasted weird, maybe you were just paranoid.
"So, what brings such a pretty thing to this shithole?" Frank joked. "Ah, I mean, I'm just...dunno, bored, I guess." You replied, sighing and taking another sip. "Huh. Tell you what, me too. I thought you were cute, that's why I came up to you," He said. God, now you really felt bad about hitting him. "Oh my god-" You laughed. "Yeah, hah. It's all good though, I probably deserved it." He said.
A short burst of silence lingered between you two as you stared down at the wooden counter. Everything looked weird; like the world was spinning at lightning speed. You felt like you were about to collapse. Frank could definitely tell, his eyebrows curling up worriedly. "You okay? Hey, how about we go to my car, I'll take you home, okay?" He offered, and you nodded.
Frank took your hand, tossing a 20 on the bar counter for the bartender. The worker nodded at him nicely. He led you out of the bar and to the parking lot where his '99 Civic was parked. You could barely tell what was happening, the corners of your eyes vignetting. He opened the passenger door for you and gently pushed you in. You let him.
"Baby? You good?" He asked you, tapping your thigh as your head rolled back. You were barely, if even, present at all. Your vision had gone dark and your head was fucking pounding. "C'mon, we're going home." Frank said as he started up the car. "My home, 's...my address, 's in my phone..." Your words slurred as you tried to pick up your phone. It felt like a ton of bricks were thrown on you, burying you to your neck.
Frank started driving without even checking your phone or using a GPS. Your eyes drifted open for a second or two and all you saw was flashing lights from other cars. This didn't look like your street. It didn't even look like your town. "Frank, Frank, please, where...where are we?" You asked groggily. "We're going home, baby, don't worry. Home." He stated firmly, patting your knee.
After what felt like a million years (but was probably just a few minutes), you felt the car come to a stop on some gravel. This was definitely not your house. He slammed the driver's door and pulled you out of the passenger's seat. You vaguely felt him propping you up by the armpits and nearly dragging you into the house. You let him.
He dragged you to his bed and propped you up against the headboard with some pillows under your back, careful to not hurt you too much. You heard him digging through a drawer, not sure which one. You didn't know how you were really awake at this point, but you'd rather be unconcious than feel yourself being drowned by heaviness.
"You're so pretty, baby, fuck-" Frank breathed into your neck. His lips latched onto your throat as he sucked painful blemishes onto your beautiful skin. "Uuughhh," You moaned lowly, not having enough strength to fight him off. You didn't really want this- no, you didn't want it at all. But god, each time your eyes opened for split seconds you could see Frank's beautiful eyes. His pink lips, arched brows. And that made it all better.
Frank dragged the zipper of his white jeans down, tenting a hard-on in his boxers. "God, you're sexy. Look at you, so pretty, look at those...god. Just look at yourself." He said, probably talking to himself. His hands clawed at your cami, almost ripping it off your body. He grabbed your tits roughly, squishing them and pulling at them like they were some kind of toy. "Ah, fuck," You cried out softly, throwing your hands about to push him off.
"Ah-ah, no, no. We're not doing this, you're not gonna do this. You're too weak to push me off, huh? Too weak and tiny, so small, huh. You're tiny. You can't do shit." He spat at you, grabbing your wrists and pinning them to the wall. He was right. You couldn't do anything, no matter how hard you tried, and you just had to stay put and let him him take what he wanted. So you did. You let him.
"Such a good girl for me, aren't ya?" Frank smiled at you as he pulled your skirt down, getting caught on your tights. He ripped the brown fabric to shreds like a damn dog just to get that skirt off. "Such a pretty little pussy," He let go of your wrists, letting them drop to your side. He slid down the bed, face to face with your panties. "You're wet, huh? Did I do that?" He asked you, awaiting an answer. You didn't respond. He slapped your thigh hard. You nodded.
He didn't waste any time before he pulled down your panties, not even giving you a minute to breathe before he plunged two fingers in your cunt. God, it felt good. So good. And you hated that.
A soft moan left your lips as he opened you up, and your walls fluttered around his fingers. He was insanely good at this. You felt yourself getting closer and closer, and so did Frank. His fingers pulled out right before you were able to cum. You whined, weakly kicking your legs at him. "Slut."
Frank got up from the bed and his hands finally moved to his waist to pull down his jeans and his boxers at once. His cock nearly sprang out of his underwear, hard and leaking, his tip blushing with a beautiful red. He climbed back on the bed, straddling your hips. He stroked himself a few times and lined himself up with your pussy. He didn't push in yet, just sat there for a few seconds.
You wanted to push him off you, kick him in the face and run away, but that little devil on your shoulder just wanted to stay. So you stayed there, waiting for him to push in and fuck you as hard as he wanted. His hips pressed forward and he buried himself as deep inside you as he could. Frank's hips suddenly thrust forward slowly as he gently fucked you. You let him.
His thrusts soon got faster and faster, bucking into you painfully hard. Your hips slammed together and he grabbed your waist to balance himself. His fingers dug so hard into your muscle you thought he was going to break your hips. "God, so good- fuck, christ, you're so good," Frank moaned, lifting your legs over his shoulders to get a better angle. You moaned in pain.
His thrusts somehow got even rougher, slamming into your g spot with zero consideration. "Oh my god- Jesus, so fucking good, fuck, you're such a slut-" He moaned into your ear, leaning down and biting your shoulder hard enough to draw blood. He smeared the blood all over your chest, licking it up and spitting it back out on your tits. He arched his back up like a black cat so he could reach your nipples with his mouth, licking around the pink nub and biting it gently, covering it with spit and blood mixed.
His thrusts slowed as he got closer to release. You hadn't even realized that you were moaning at each buck of his hips until he said, "Shut up now, huh?". His hand moved up and wrapped around your neck as he started up again, his cock pistoning in and out of your pussy at a lightning speed, faster than before.
Not even a second later you felt a hot liquid shoot into your cunt. "Fuck, fuck! Goddamn, you're fucking great, baby." Frank growled into your ear as he came as deep inside you as he could. You cried and cried, even more than you already had. Your tears smudged your makeup as you hiccuped, his thrusts slow but still moving. "God, perfect," He finally pulled out, admiring his work and panting. He covered you with a ratty blanket on the bed. You let him.
