🦴 jaspermustdie 🦴

21 y/o MCR fan 18+ for everything DMs open for anything!

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intro post (18+)

my names jasper im born 2004 and use he/him pronouns and im from the uk. I've been into mcr for over 10 years :)

im gay and perverted and post horny fics AND scenarios about frank and gee

i take requests!!

- and if you want me to add another part to a fic / scenario then pls lmk and I certainly will <3

- make sure to let me know if you want to be tagged/credited or not for reqs

DMs are open as long as you're 18+

just so yall know i read all the asks i get sent even if I dont manage to reply to all of them on my acc and I appreciate them a lot and try my best to make them into scenarios and fics :)

I'll probably add more to this at some point but these are the basics

ask if you want my other socials <3

this is my sideblog but ngl will probably use this one more

My List of Kinks & Fetish:

🥩 feederism

🔪 humiliation & degradation

💀 auto-thanatophilia

🩸 body horror & medical gore

🖤 CNC / forced harm fantasies

⚗️ chemical & intox edge play

🫗 vomit & piss kink

and many many more

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Dentist Frank Iero x Reader - Part 1

content: dental gloves, dirty talk, finger fucking mouth

The dental chair reclined back leaving you flat on your back, heart already racing. Frank stood over you, that signature half smirk playing on his lips as he snapped on a fresh pair of tight blue nitrile gloves. The way they stretched over his tattooed hands made your thighs press together involuntarily.

“Open up for me,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Wider. That’s it… good.”

His gloved fingers slid between your parted lips without hesitation, two of them pressing down on your tongue, holding it flat. The smooth latex filled your mouth instantly. Frank leaned in close, his breath ghosting over your cheek as he examined you.

“Fuck, you’re already drooling a little,” he teased softly, eyes darkening with a hidden desire. “Relax your jaw. Let me feel every inch of your mouth. Just to make sure everything is fine.” His fingers pushed deeper, gliding along the inside of your cheeks, then pressing firmly against your gums. His middle finger traced slow, deliberate circles over a sensitive spot on your lower teeth, rubbing with just enough pressure to make your breath hitch.

“Sensitive here, huh?” He chuckled darkly when you whimpered around his fingers. “I can feel your tongue twitching. You like having my fingers in your mouth, don’t you? I can tell everytime you come to me for your check ups.” He says knowingly. Knowing that you come so often just for him to do this to you.

He slowly added a third finger, testing you. When you didn't move away or ask questions he took it as a go ahead to continue, stretching your lips wider as he explored.

The gloves tasted faintly of rubber and his skin, warm and slightly powdery. Saliva pooled around his knuckles as he slowly pumped them in and out, fucking your mouth in shallow, controlled movements while he “worked.”

“Shh, easy,” he cooed, his other gloved hand cupping your chin, thumb stroking your bottom lip from the outside. “Breathe through your nose while I finger this wet little hole. You’re getting so sloppy for me already. Look at you, drooling like you’ve been waiting for this all day.”

Your face burned with embarrassment and arousal. Frank’s hips were pressed against the side of the chair, and you could feel the hard outline of his cock through his outfit brushing your arm. He noticed you looking and grinned.

“Yeah? You feel that? That’s what you’re doing to me, sucking on my fingers like a desperate little slut.” He pushed deeper until his fingers brushed the back of your throat, holding them there as you gagged softly. “Breathe. Relax your throat for me. That’s it… fuck, you take them so well.”

He curled his fingers, pressing down on your tongue while his thumb stroked the roof of your mouth. The wet, obscene sounds of his gloved fingers sliding in and out filled the quiet sterile room.

Frank’s voice dropped even lower, filthy and intimate. “If we didn’t have a schedule, I’d pull these gloves off and let you suck on my cock right here. But since I can’t… I’m gonna make this mouth mine another way.” He pulled his fingers out slowly, strings of saliva connecting your swollen lips to the shiny blue gloves. Without warning, he pushed them back in, deeper this time, fucking your mouth with steady, lewd thrusts.

“You’re clenching around my fingers so fucking tight. Filthy little thing.” he groaned. “Bet your other hole’s doing the same thing while your dentist fingers your throat.”

He kept up the relentless rhythm, talking you through every second. Praising how good you look with your mouth stuffed, how pretty the tears pricking your eyes were, how he could feel you trembling. Finally, he eased his fingers out, wiping the excess spit across your lips and chin like he was marking you.

Frank peeled one glove off with his teeth, then used his bare fingers to tilt your chin up. His eyes were blown black with lust.

“Everything checks out… but I’m booking you for a much longer appointment next time. We’re doing a full deep cleaning.” He said as his thumb traced your bottom lip.

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[brisga]

hi i really like this gerard way photo hes so pretty

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Current Frank Iero x FTM reader

Yearning For You - Part 1

Frank was finally able to relax and spend time with you after a long tour with My Chem, he's been really looking forward to winding down.

He sits on the couch, denim covered legs spread wide while he scrolls mindlessly on his phone.

You're sat on the floor in front of him, chilling on your own phone. You've been missing him, especially in the bedroom. You know you should let him have his space and free time from coming back but you're craving him hard.

Your eyes scan over him, hair, eyes, then slowly down to his crotch where your eyes stay put. Your T-Dick starts waking up and you stare. His thighs look so manly and full and his blue denim jeans leave plenty of room for imagination.

You crawl over to his legs before resting the side of your face on his thigh, the act pulls him away from his phone for a second and he looks down at you giving you a cute smile, unaware of the affect his thighs are having on you.

The second he looks back to his phone, something in you snaps and you bite down on his thigh, only hard enough to give a light bruise.

Frank groans and tilts his head back before looking at you again, this time putting his phone down. His expression is unreadable but you start to silently panic thinking that you've probably pissed him off.

He grabs the back of your hair hard. "What's was that for, huh?" He sounds stern but not exactly mad.

You try to explain yourself but can't find the words, instead, your jaw hangs slightly open as you look at him with puppy dog eyes.

Frank lets go of your hair but slides his hand down to cup your cheek. "Missed me, huh?" you nod.

He looks down to see the bite mark and the saliva patch on his jeans and his breathing pauses for a moment before looking at you and patting his lap right over the bite signalling you to sit.

Once you sit on his lap, his face is so close as he looks into your eyes, his filled with love and hunger for something more. His eyes go from yours to your lips before he starts passionately making out with you, small moans and groans escaping his throat.

The second you make a slight sound yourself his eyebrows furrow and he starts kissing you deeper and harder, full on groaning now.

He slides his hands under your thighs and lifts you up, carrying you with him as he repossessions himself under you, all still while making out. He's now laying fully on the couch and you're now sat on his bulge which has now hardened and is throbbing directly under your privates.

He breaks the kiss to smirk up at you. "You're mine you know. I've been missing you too. All those nights in hotels trying to sleep when all I could ever think about is when I could next fill you up with my fucking dick." He whispers slightly, grinding against you as he says the word "dick".

You whimper at the motion and he smirks, knowing and loving the affect he always has on you since the moment you laid your eyes on him, though you've always had the same affect on him too.

"You make my mind go numb with lust. You know that right?" He asks rhetorically before making out with you again.

He breaks the kiss slowly, looking at you with hazy eyes before taking off your jeans without a word spoken to you. Once he takes them off you successfully, he throws them to the other side of the room and grabs your hips hard, pulling you up so your crotch is directly on his mouth.

He looks up at you, eyes filled with love and yearning as he gently starts to kiss your exposed parts. You wriggle and moan as he does and it only fuels him more, making his start to stick his tongue out and fully make out with the organ.

"You like that?" He says, voice muffled but still able to be understood. You moan in response and he growls against you and begins to eat you out properly.

His tongue swirls around exploring you before slowly going up and reaching your completely hard T-Dick. The second his tongue lands on the underside of your length he moans deep and desperate. Slowly, he starts licking all the way up until he finally reaches your tip, pointing his tongue and swirling it around you.

He keeps his eyes on you, watching every little reaction you make before finally taking it all in his mouth. You gasp and he moans deep around you and starts sucking harder and faster in response, swirling his tongue around your full length as he does.

"mmmm, thats it... relax into it." His voice deep and desperate under you.

here's a pic from what inspired this btw 🤤

full link to what inspired it here:

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Sub Male Reader x Frank Iero - Puppyplay (pt 1?)

clicker training

Frank is sprawled out on the couch at your shared place, scrolling through his phone after a long session of recording songs, when he notices your laptop open on the coffee table. You stepped out for a minute, leaving the screen on, showing some forum tab about clicker training. Not dogs. Not horses. People. Submissive partners. Conditioning. Rewards. The whole thing.

Frank sits up slowly, heart beating slightly faster and loud enough to hear in his own ears. His hair's a mess from running his hands through it, black nail polish chipped, and he's still got his sweaty hoodie on from recording, not too sweaty, but enough to leave his own smell coming off of it. He clicks on a couple more links, eyes widening as he read more.

Frank calls out toward the door, voice warm but with that teasing edge, a little rough from singing "Babe? You left your laptop out. C'mere for a sec."

He set the laptop back down exactly how it was, but he's grinning now, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, waiting for you. When you walk in he tilts his head, looking up at you with that mischievous glint in his eyes.

"So... clicker training, huh? Like, actual clicker training. Not the 'I taught the neighbor's dog to sit' kind." He holds up two fingers like he’s holding an invisible clicker and makes a soft "click" sound with his tongue, raising an eyebrow. "You gonna tell me about this, or do I gotta beg for the details like a good boyfriend?"

His voice drops a little, playful but genuinely curious, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Cause I'm not gonna lie... that's kinda hot. Come sit. Explain it to me. I wanna know everything."

-

Frank listens to you, really listens, eyes locked on yours the whole time. That little crooked smile of his grows as you explain, and he feels this warm rush hit him hard. Equal parts affection and something sharper, hungrier. He reaches out and tugs you down onto the couch next to him, pulling you close so your leg is over his.

"Fuck... That’s exactly what I needed to hear." His voice is low, a little raspy, thumb brushing slow circles on your thigh. "You wanna be my good puppy? Trained up nice and pretty with the clicker so the second you hear it your brain just… drops? You’re doing your thing and one little click and you’re down on all fours and eager for praise?"

He leans in, pressing a soft kiss just under your jaw before nipping lightly there, then pulls back enough to look at you again, eyes dark.

"God that’s hot. I can already picture it. You’re just chilling, or doing whatever, maybe something important, and I click… and you immediately shift into puppy mode for me. Or I tell you to do something, fetch my hoodie, kneel, whatever, and when you do it right I click and tell you what a perfect, good boy you are. Good puppy." He says the last two words slower, testing them, watching your face.

He runs his tatted fingers through your hair, scratching gently behind your ear like he would a real dog, playful but tender.

"We can start slow if you want. I’ll get a real clicker tomorrow. I’m all in, baby. I wanna be the one who trains you. I wanna see you light up when you hear that click and know you’re mine."

His hand slides to the back of your neck, squeezing gently, voice dropping even more.

"You’re already such a good boy for telling me."

LMK IF U GUYS WANT A PART 2

(I was fanboying so hard typing this icl 😭)

[pinkyplonk]

The blindfolds do irreversible damage to my psyche

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anyone 20+ wanna do frerard roleplays?

(im so desperate dear god)

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Reader x Clicker Trained Frank Iero (pt 1?)

You find a clicker on the kitchen counter by accident, you don’t remember seeing it there before or ever. Frank’s morning coffee sitting beside it, still warm while he’s in the shower.

You fidget with the clicker, pressing the button once. It makes a sharp, loud click. You don’t expect anything. Frank is a lot of things, but obedient definitely isn’t one of them, at least in your experience.

The bathroom door opens, steam pouring out. He walks casually into the kitchen wearing a towel around his hips and one smaller on his shoulder, his hair damp and spiking. He smells like soap and some deep wood smell that always drives you crazy. He’s mid gesture, rubbing his head with the towel, when you press the clicker again, this time on purpose. He freezes.

It’s so immediate it feels like a bit. His shoulders and jaw tighten suddenly, attention folding onto you in a way that looks almost reverent. His eyes find the clicker, and there’s this soft, eager waiting in them, like a dog expecting a treat. The towel slips out his hand and he gives you a small vulnerable blink you’ve never seen directed at you.

“Frank?” Your voice goes small.

He blinks, snapping himself out of whatever reaction he seemed to be having, and a grin spreads across his face, sheepish but with that usual confidence he always has in it. “Don’t laugh,” he says, but he’s smiling so hard you can see it in the way his eyes crinkle.

“I won’t laugh,” you promise, because you aren’t going to let him feel embarrassed.

He pauses before continuing. “Promise you won’t tell anyone?” he asks, only half joking.

You shake your head, a warmth rising in your chest. You set the clicker down slowly on the counter.

“Okay,” He steps closer, and the room shrinks to just the two of you. “So… yeah. I-” He shoves his hand in his hair awkwardly. “Back when everything was… messy, therapy and stuff, my therapist at the time, she suggested it. Called it obedience training. Felt stupid at first, but it helped. I could get through shows without spiraling... The clicker’s just… I don't know.”

You put your hand over his, fingers threading around tatted knuckles before sneaking the clicker in your other hand and pressing again, softly.

His shoulders relax and he lifts your hands that are still locked together and leans his face into it. “Good boy,” you murmur, and both of you freeze at the intimacy of it all. he blushes, a bit with shame but also slight arousal.

You laugh slightly, because it’s ridiculous but also kind of hot. “Really,” you say, and click again. “Good boy.” He beams in response like you’ve given him the highest praise in the world.

-

Later, curled on the couch with an old horror movie in the background, you find the clicker again. This time you hold it between you and click lightly as you scratch behind his ear, exactly where he leans into your hand.

he tenses for a moment, “You’re ridiculous,” he murmurs, but his voice and gentle blush gives him away.

“I love you too.” you respond, and press the button once more, just because you can. He melts immediately, eyes going slightly hazey and wanting more.

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can you do something about gee being a perv and jerking to you in some way so you catch him and punish him???? :3 male reader if you can please!!!

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this is only the first bit! so sorry if it doesn't hit as hard as you wanted it to! if anyone wants me to continue it lmk!

(p.s. Sorry I haven't been active in so long!)

Gerard never really got out the house, he was more than fine staying inside and keeping to himself. The only people he ever really saw was his family and this one boy his brother kept bringing over.

Mikey and you have been friends since school but everytime gerard saw you were over he'd just freeze and go back to his room.

Today is your birthday, you invited your best friend Mikey and also his brother, Gerard. Although you two have only seen each other and haven't spoken, Mikey asked if you could bring him over to try and get him out the house, which you happily agreed to.

Just as you finished tidying the place up a little and making yourself look slightly better than usual, not too flashy but definitely some effort put in, you hear the doorbell ring.

You open the door to see Mikey smiling holding a decently sized present and just behind him was his brother, shy as always holding a slightly smaller gift. You smiled, it was nice of him to show up, let alone actually get you something.

As the day went on, you managed to crack a few laughs out of Gerard but it was starting to get dark out so you offered them both to sleep over.

"Shit. Sorry, can't tonight. I got work in the morning." Mikey said while standing up with a smile, he turned his head towards Gerard expecting him to follow as Mikey drove him here and also because Gerard seemed to hate socialising.

Gerard stayed sat on your couch for a moment before actually talking. "I think I'll like to sleep over actually... if it's okay with you both?"

You and Mikey looked at each other not expecting that from him before Mikey spoke up.

"Well it's up to you really, I've got to get going though before I fuck up my sleep schedule. Gerard doesn't work so no need to worry about that if you were."

You pause to think looking between the two of them before nodding. "yeah okay then, do you want me to drop him off to yours tomorrow?"

"Nah, I can pick him up after I finish work, no need to drive him."

After we all said goodbye to each other and you locked the door behind Mikey, you turned to look at Gerard. If he was shy to begin with he was most certainly more now, blush spreading across his cheeks and trying desperately to look away from you.

"Just realised I haven't opened my gifts you guys got me, I'll do that now." You say to Gerard, trying hard to get some sort of conversation going but clearly it had the opposite effect, Gerard's knee started bouncing up and down rapidly and he was now looking all around the room apart from at you, face burning red.

(if any one wants me to continue and has any ideas on what you want his present to be for you please share your ideas 👀 🎁)

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im back.... hi guys 🫪

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Thinking about the way thick Frank's ass would jiggle if you smacked it

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I think Frank Iero took everyone's coolness so then he can become the superior cool dude

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More fics of suby bottom Leathermouth Frank where he begs to get choked plz

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Mcr's security team also had the additional job of Frank wrangling.