that bullets era vid of frank grabbing the FUCK out of gerard's hair and pulling his head back literally drives me crazy i want him to do that to me



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that bullets era vid of frank grabbing the FUCK out of gerard's hair and pulling his head back literally drives me crazy i want him to do that to me
bullets frank is very important to me.
This specific Frank has and will always hold a special place in my heart
found this absolutely adorable intro sheet
bullets frank my beloved 🖤
Dive Bar
a/n: sorry if this is ass and has a bunch of grammar and punctuation errors I don't write
summary: you're at your boyfriends concert before the heat starts to get to you and the sight of him drenched in sweat turns you on more than you can imagine.
warnings: fem!reader, bullets!frank, soft dom!frank, spit kink (self indulgent sorry not sorry), fingering, messy, semi kinda public, frank calls you a filthy slut, praise (if you squint), I think thats all?
word count: 1.3k
dirtbag Frank thoughts.. feral dog thoughts…
(Notes 🖤 Frank being a pathetic desperate mutt, cuz we like him like that)
Dirtbag, punk, trashy Frank, that all he can do is fuck you with his eyes while you quickly slip back into your clothes after your quickie.
He’s laying on his bed, sheets unwashed, his back against the bed frame and a half smoked cigarette hanging from his lower lip, his stupid smirk burning into your half naked form, as you bent down to pick up your clothes.
“What’s the rush, babe?” He asked with a smug grin, blowing out smoke, stretching himself to ash the cigarette in the ashtray on his messy bedside table.
You roll your eyes as you put your bra on, your back facing him.
“y’know I gotta go, Frank. Don’t have time for this.” You huff, slipping into your pants quickly, frantically looking around for your shirt.
Frank chuckles, holding your shirt between his finger and thumb. “Looking for something?” He’s waving the shirt in the air as he watches you, taking a final drag of his cig before putting it aside.
He got up and stepped towards you lazily, annoying smile on his face, your shirt now thrown on his shoulder.
You groan, annoyed. “Frank, c’mon,” You reach out, trying to grab it, but he immediately jumps aside. That asshole.
“Seriously! I knew this was a mistake…” you mumble, turning around and annoyingly arranging the stuff in your bag.
“tsk..” Frank was behind you now, his hands holing your bare waist, rough fingertips digging into the soft flesh. His chin was on your shoulder as he spoke. “Don’t leave yet, sugar.. not even dark outside.”
You roll your eyes, slapping his hands away as you grab your bag, heading towards the door.
“The shirt, Frank. Now.” You stood with your hand stretched out, eyebrow raised as you watched him.
He groaned, practically whined, sounding so pathetic. It made you feel a little warm. But you wouldn’t fall for his tricks. Right?
“baaaabbbeeee…” he whined as he walked towards you, looking like a beaten up mutt.
His hands found your hips again, pushing you forwards, your front pressed to the front of his boxers now.
“C’mon, I know you wanna stay..” he looked at you with his big, green, puppy eyes. You rolled your eyes, shooing his hands away as you dropped your bag to the floor.
“Fine. One more time. And then I get my shirt back.” You pull your pants down, and he immediately groaned at the sight of your panties.
Frank flipped you around in one, swift movement. You were pressed against the door now. One of his hands found your wrists, and he held them above your head, pressed against the wood.
“That’s my girl.” He huffed close to your ear, pressing a quick kiss there before pulling his boxers down. His dick was completely hard, he was such a dog. It was always so easy with him.
“Shut up..” you mumbled, barely able to mask the need in your voice. It made him chuckle. He pushed your panties aside and lined himself up with your entrance.
“Whatever you say, princess.”
And he pushed himself in, burying himself in your warmth with a loud moan, his mouth hung open, brows frowning in pleasure as he started to thrust, knocking the air out of your lungs.
“s-shit, Frank, calm down-! Fuck!” You whined, your face pressed against the door as he fucked you like a dog in heat. Hard, rough, fast and deep.
Frank chuckled. Smug and desperate, as he kept pounding into you, whining pathetically against your neck.
“y-you know you want this, babe. Always open a-and fucking ready for my cock, yeah? Y’feel so good around me, sugar, wanna fill you up, s-shit, you wanna leave me a-all alone? You’ll leave with me dripping down yer fucking leg, babe, ahh, shit- shitshitshit..”
Pathetic little dog.
Gift for my @penguin440 💋
day 379
(bonus frank iero, mikey way, and ray toro!)