#fave frank

[pissenchanted]

i was going to ⬛️⬛️ myself but now i don’t have to because this frank clip absolutely shattered every bone in my body

[trans-ylvania]

um. devastating.

[andromedism]

the gang’s spotify wrapped

[revengefrankiero]

The dopamine I needed today 😍

[transjudas]

One year of The Foundations of Decay (released 5/12/22) (x, x)

[wombywoo]

I mentioned potentially posting OC art on my patreon, so here's the first one~ thank you to however suggested Quinn wearing lace 🙏

for the full version, join my patreon ⟡

[anothersuperstition]

one year since MCRNJ 🦇🖤 little collection of unseen pics i took with my little point n shoot to celebrate the best show i’ve ever been to

[frnkiebby]

losing my shit over his exposed knees like an old victorian man going feral over a woman’s naked ankle~🎃

[val-uable-doodles]

Aggie doodles of @partycoffin‘s characters from Welcome Home!  They are so fun to draw, they are very shaped!

[your-fav-is-food]

Project Revolution Frank Iero from My Chemical Romance is food!

Requested by: @angrychicagoan24

[pissenchanted]

frank catching a kiss (and being generally sweet with the homeless gospel choir)

(via worldwillnevertakemyheart)

[trans-ylvania]

this is making me feel very fuckmylife666 rn

[truedove]

prove it

word count - 957

content warning - smut (minors dni), f!reader insert, unprotected piv

heat engulfs you and you feel dizzy with pleasure - faintly aware of the sweat trickling down between your breasts and pooling in the valley between your thighs. his hands are rough and calloused against your skin, possessive in their grip on your hips.

your face is buried in the crook of his neck, heavy pants dampening his skin. legs cramping from their extended position of being spread wide by his hips, you tentatively begin to bounce up and down in his lap, inordinate in your movements. he groans lowly, head falling back against the headboard and his adam's apple bobs as he swallows roughly. each time you come down on him, he thrusts up to meet you, harder and harder.

the mattress creaks and groans beneath your combined weight as you rock together and you curl closer around him, every inch of your skin burning with desire. he's breathing hard, sweat glistening on his skin and you can feel the muscles in his abdomen tensing with each thrust.

it's not long before your legs start to burn with the effort of maintaining your position on top of him and you whimper pitifully into his neck. instead of flipping your positions and fucking into you like he usually does - quite the gentlemen he is, really - he simply grins and reclines further back into the pillows.

"poor baby," he coos at you, grabbing a fistful of your hair and forcing you out of the crook of his neck so that you're looking up at him. his low lidded eyes are wild, his pupils dilated, and you can feel his heart racing beneath your palm as you splay it across his chest. "you just can't keep up, can you?" he pokes, nuzzling at your cheek.

a frown makes its way onto your face. even though you're aware that his taunts are heatless, you still can't help but feel a surge of vexation.

"i can too." you mumble, trying not to let the sourness creep into your voice. your trembling thighs however, betray your words as they wobble against his, causing him to chuckle darkly.

"mhm," he nods as if completely agrees with you, his gaze flicking down between your spread legs. leaning back fully against the headboard, he spreads his legs wider and loosens his grip on your hips. he's the picture of nonchalance, but the way his eyes burn into you and the way his chest rises and falls with each labored breath tell a different story. "prove it, then." he murmurs, the corner of his mouth twitching with humor.

suddenly, you feel a surge of bashfulness. with his full attention on you, you're suddenly self-conscious in a way that you haven't felt around him in a long time. he notices your hesitation - of course he does - and his grin softens.

he doesn't say anything, just watches you patiently, an eyebrow raised as he waits for you to make a move. his thumbs rub your hipbones soothingly and your cheeks flush with embarrassment, but something else too. determination, maybe. the need to be good for him. you swallow hard and slowly lift yourself up and then back down, a breathless moan that you fail to stifle escaping your lips as he fills you again.

the answering groan he gives however, makes up for it and you begin to rock your hips, slowly at first, but with each downward rut, you gather more speed and courage. the bed creaks beneath you, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room once more.

you try not to agitate under his scrutiny but the way he watches you so intently, dark eyes never leaving your face, makes your skin feel warm and flushed. you feel like you're performing a dance, one only for him, and the longer you do it, the more lost in it you become. his hands move up your sides, rough fingers tracing the dips and ridges of your ribcage until they rest beneath your breasts. heavy pants fill the air between you as you find your rhythm and lose yourself in the motion.

"that's it, honey. give me a show." he breaths out, brows furrowing in pleasure and concentration as you ride him.

the praise causes you to flush even deeper, endorphins flooding your system as you pick up the pace. your cries pitch higher and he watches you, awed, as your body moves over his and your skin gleams with sweat. his hands move up to cup your breasts, thumbs flicking lazily across the tightening peaks.

he groans when you accidentally tug at his hair as the angle of your rocking hits the perfect spot and your body trembles as you come, your cries muffled into his shoulder. he lets out a choked grunt as you tighten around him and his previously lax grip on your body suddenly becomes desperate, holding you close as you shudder. he's not far behind and with a cut off utterance of your name, he follows you over the edge, his body tensing and his eyes squeezing shut as he comes inside you.

you lay panting and spent, your body heavy and sated as it collapses onto him. he's warm and solid beneath you, and you feel impossibly safe in his arms. the room spins a little as you catch your breath, and you close your eyes, feeling the soft press of his lips against your temple.

"tired?" he asks, lips still pressed to your temple and you hum in response, the vibration making him chuckle softly.

"i proved you wrong though." you mumble against his chest, half-asleep.

"what was that?" he asks in amusement. you yawn into his chest, your body feeling heavy with sleep.

"i can too keep up."

[your-fav-is-divorced]

Frank West (Dead Rising), and Mario (@sm64mario) are divorced!

Frank West from Dead Rising and Mario (@sm64mario) are Divorced!

[mellow-killjoy]

Twink Death - Dilf Birth applies to all members of my chem.

In this essay I will-

[yw4]

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