yall so
i was on soundgasm this one time and was looking around, right. i found this m4f lowk dubcon audio that had a male gynecologist as the speaker and listener as patient. this damn audio hit wonders and reminded me of frank hehehe cuz the guy blew cigar smoke on cunt, saying the most hot things, etc... i clearly don't recall word for word in the audio but i could look for it and attach it if yall want
im lowk chubby and thinkin of twink Frank (bullets to the black parade)...
who loves loves loves getting his head squeezed by my thick ass thighs. loves when i ride his face, he doesn't mind getting suffocated a lil (a lot) and beg cries when i toy his tip w my mound..
i like the concept of "reforming" shitass bf frank. like when u meet him hes like I didnt know girls listened to danzig wassup mamacita and eventually u shape him into My Gf Keeps Me In A Kennel And I Like It
yall so
i was on soundgasm this one time and was looking around, right. i found this m4f lowk dubcon audio that had a male gynecologist as the speaker and listener as patient. this damn audio hit wonders and reminded me of frank hehehe cuz the guy blew cigar smoke on cunt, saying the most hot things, etc... i clearly don't recall word for word in the audio but i could look for it and attach it if yall want
Call Your Bluff. (Dirtbag BF!Frank Iero X AFAB reader)
Synopsis: Frank is a munch. That's it. That's the fic.
Tags: NSFW, afab reader, one shot, shortfic, oral (f recieving), fingering, light dirty talk, Frank is a little shit
A/N: A present for all the dirtbag shitass bf Frank enjoyers out there. I was not expecting y'all to be so feral for him. Enjoy, freaks.
Frank was horrible at keeping his hands to himself. He made a habit of sneaking his fingers under the hems of your sweaters and grabbing a handful of your ass while you browsed scary movies at Blockbuster. It didn’t matter when or where. He just couldn’t keep his hands off you.
Tonight was no different. Even if you were watching a movie on the Iero family’s living room couch, time and place never stopped Frank from being an absolute dog. His parents were out of town for the weekend, and your dorm roommate kindly covered for you so your own parents wouldn’t find out and disown you. They thought you were spending the weekend camping with her family.
But of course, you were with Frank—playing GTA, fucking like rabbits, and sitting in on band practice while you sketched new flyer artwork for their next show. It was your last night together before you had to go back to the mundanity of the semester, so you both decided to rent a movie and stay in. You didn’t even make it past the first act before his lips were pressed against the sensitive patch of skin just below your ear.
“Fraaank.” You whine, half annoyed and half turned on, and unwilling to admit to either.
“Hmm?” He hums against your neck. You can feel him smile against you. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
“You’re not even paying attention, you asshole.” You pull away to look at him. His eyes are heavy-lidded and deceivingly sweet. You wouldn't be so easily swayed, though. You've gained a 6th sense for his antics since you agreed to be his girlfriend.
“You’re in your underwear and wearing my shirt and you want me to pay attention to the movie?” He says incredulously before blowing you off and continuing his assault on your neck, trailing down to the crook of your shoulder.
“Dude, c’mon. It’s our last night. Plus, I paid like 5 bucks for the rental.” You complain, though you don’t actually care. You just liked giving him a hard time, which only egged him on.
Frank sinks to his knees in front of you, tugging your hips closer to his face. You don’t resist when he wedges his shoulders under your legs and rests a hot cheek against your inner thigh. His hands rest at your waist, slightly riding up the hem of his black flag shirt, which you liked to wear to bed.
“Let me pay you back?” He asks, sleepy hazel eyes peering up through dark eyelashes. He’s so pretty. It kind of pisses you off. You roll your eyes, too stubborn to admit that his hot breath against your leg was making you fucking pulse all over.
“Whatever.” You defiantly return your attention to the movie despite the wet, open-mouthed kisses Frank was trailing along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. He travels over your hip bone, slowly toward the lace waistband of your panties.
“I like these, by the way,” He passively comments, his thumb playing with the tiny bow sewn on the waistband. “They’re cute.” Frank plays with the elastic, watching for your reaction as he snaps it against your skin.
You realize in that moment—it’s all a game to him. He’s just as hellbent on getting a reaction as you are on denying him the satisfaction of watching you squirm. You almost crack when his hands leave your waist to knead the doughy flesh by your hips.
“You’re so soft. Makes me so fuckin’ hard.” He murmurs against you, the cool metal of his lip ring making you shiver. The deep sigh in your chest threatens to escape, but you manage to fight it off.
You can feel him smiling. He must think he’s winning.
“Yeah, well, it doesn’t take much.” You comment dryly, struggling to keep your tone even.
He pushes your knees toward your chest, hands staying at the back of your thighs and squeezing firmly. His mouth moves lower, pressing slow kisses to the embarrassingly damp cloth covering your pussy. The breath you’ve been holding in shutters free and partially ruins your bluff.
“You talk a lot of shit for someone soaking through their fucking panties.” He says lowly, thumb parting your puffy lips to circle your clit through the cotton fabric.
Your fingertips burn with the urge to run your fingers through his shaggy black hair.
“Shut the fuck up.” You stutter.
Frank laughs. It’s cocky, high-pitched. The same one he does when he’s fucking tickled pink by something.
He grabs your hand and places it on top of his head.
“C’mon, baby. Say something nice to me.” He teases, hooking his fingers around the gusset of your ruined underwear to pull the drenched fabric to the side.
The cool air hits your core and makes you whimper like a kicked puppy. Frank’s breath is hot against you as his mouth waits inches away from your cunt, refusing to give you what you so obviously want until you give in to him.
You manage to hold your bluff for a couple of painful seconds, hoping that he’ll be the first to crack. But Frank doesn’t move. He was impatient most days, but when it came to proving a point, he was fucking relentless.
“Frankie, please.” You concede, hands sweetly carding through his hair just the way you know he likes.
Lucky for you, he’s easily won over.
He kisses your clit before gently sucking on it. A full-body shiver so strong rips through you, you think you could cry. You release a sigh of relief, eyes fluttering closed and head lolling back as Frank laps at you slowly, tongue expertly rolling your swollen clit in his mouth. The sound of the TV fades into nothingness. All you can hear is your thudding pulse, Frank’s breath, and the obscene wet noises he was making. He interrupts your ascent into bliss with a sharp smack against your ass.
You gasp, intoxicated gaze refocusing on Frank’s flushed face between your legs. The intensity of his stare sobers you up a bit, and you wordlessly nod your head, instantly understanding his request. He rewards you by curling his fingers inside you rhythmically. Your breath hitches.
He wants to watch you watching him.
“Fuck—ohmygod.” you grit through a clenched jaw. His fingers quicken, sending you closer to the edge. If you hadn’t been so close to coming completely undone, you might have felt embarrassed about how short you lasted.
“Frank, I’m—“
You don’t get to finish your sentence before your body starts to seize, thighs trembling and back arching off the couch as you violently crest over the peak of ecstasy. Frank’s hands move to hold your hips firmly in place while you ride out your orgasm, humming in approval.
“So fucking perfect.” He mouths against you. The vibration of his voice makes you whimper.
Your breath begins to even out while you comfortably coast down from your high, your iron grip in Frank’s hair softening as you lazily play with the inky strands.
God, you think you love him.
Frank’s mouth eases up a bit, softly lapping at you for a bit until you pull him off of you completely.
A cocky grin immediately stretches across his damp face, and you’re reminded that you pathetically folded under light pressure.
Any era TWINK (even DILF) Frank obsessed with breeding his (afab) partner to the point where he is unashamed of calling em names and planning shit out
if it ain’t obvious, I got a huge breeding and mommy thing….lol
picturing dilf frank for this oneee...hhouugh...
he loves having you pinned underneath him, all helpless and pliant for him. his hands sneaking under you to rub at your belly "gonna cum inside of you, yeah? you want that? you want me to make you a mama?"
frank cumming inside of you over and over, so much that there's a ring of cum starting to form around his cock. he doesn't want to pull out of you because he has to make sure it takes...
he's whispering all his fantasies in your ear completely unashamed while he does so <33 "gonna be so pretty carrying my kids...think they're gonna look just like you..."