Aftershow
Pairing: Frank Iero x Reader
Summary: Kinktober Day Thirteen - Exhibitionism
Warnings: NSFW content
Tags: exhibitionism, humiliation, degradation, dirty talk, fingering, begging
Word Count: 2233
A/N: Feeling suspiciously better today. It's gotta be the four hundred cough drops that are currently tearing apart my intestines. Anyway, this is another July fic. Mediocre at best. It was supposed to have a part two but I never wrote it. Maybe one day. Enjoy!
Adrenaline was high backstage, loud chatter flowing freely between your boyfriend and his band. It wasn’t uncommon for you to hang around with them after shows, not that Frank would miss an opportunity to show you off anyway. They took a great liking to you, enjoying your company when Frank brought you around and making sure to ask him how you were doing when he didn’t. Often, Frank would joke about how none of them had partners of their own, so they chose to live vicariously through him instead.
“You did great,” you said, striding over to him as he waved to you with open arms.
“Yeah?” he asked, wrapping his arms loosely around your waist and leaning down to press his mouth to yours.
His lips contrasted the smooth strokes of his hands, kissing you heatedly despite your company. Remembering that the guys were nearby, you pulled away, eyeing the group to ensure that you weren’t disrupting them. “They don’t care,” Frank assured you, pulling you back in by your hips for one more kiss.
“C’mon, you know Gerard will say something,” you said, trying to be stern, only to melt with one look into his puppy eyes.
“Oh? Why can’t Gerard see?” he grinned, knowing full well that Gerard would holler at you to get a room, but playing dumb for the sake of teasing you was more fun. “Is Gerard also not allowed to see how you’re dressed tonight?”
You glanced over at him, but his eyes were already on you, and he turned a light pink before looking away. “I think he already has,” you told Frank, eyes flicking back to his friend.
Frank couldn’t blame him for looking–any of them, really, you had become certain of attention already. Not in the skirt you were wearing, the plaid and pleated kind that preparatory school boys would try to sneak glances under. There was no need to sneak peeks if you moved too much though, fabric riding up just enough to expose the curve of your ass. It didn’t bother him at all; in fact, it made him even more proud to be dating you. He got a major ego boost knowing that even if everyone’s eyes were on you, he’d be taking you home at the end of the night.
You took no issue with it either, enjoying the attention you received as long as it didn’t bother Frank. Since he didn’t care, you figured you could have a bit of fun, walking over to the guys with Frank in tow.
“Hey,” Gerard greeted you, shooting you a small smile. “Did you enjoy the show?”
You nodded happily, “Yeah, you guys did great tonight!”
The same baby pink tinged his cheeks again, thanking you, and turning back to Mikey, who gave you a small wave. Ray walked over to you this time, and you gave him a quick hug, pressing your chest flush against his and wrapping your arms around him. He definitely picked up on how close you were, taking a shallow breath.
“It should only be another twenty minutes, but for now you’re stuck with us,” he said as you pulled away, rubbing your back lightly.
Frank sighed behind you, sliding down against the wall and tugging you into his lap, and it wasn’t long before they sat down too, in a lopsided circle of sorts. They spoke amongst themselves, Frank chatting away to Mikey, who sat directly across from you, taking indiscreet glances every now and then. Sure, maybe it was meant to egg him on, but god was it fun to listen to his stammer. You weren’t doing much, simply running your hands up your thighs and accidentally letting your skirt ride up a bit more than what’s modest.
Mikey wasn’t the only one to notice; the three of them tried to take subtle peeks as if you nor Frank could tell. Each time their eyes lingered over you, you grew warmer, arousal flowing through you. You let your eyes fall closed for a moment, trying to pull yourself together instead of grinding on Frank’s thigh in front of his best friends. He knew you were turned on by the attention–he could feel the slightest squirms when someone would shoot you a look, and he could hear your breathing quicken as it became harder for you to stay composed.
His lips against your ear caught you off guard, and his breath made you shiver as he spoke. “You’re so dirty letting them look at you like that,” he mumbled, nipping at your neck. “Does it turn you on that your boyfriend’s friends want to fuck you?”
It sounded so much filthier coming from him, and you could only manage a nod, to which he lightly slapped your thigh, “Words.”
“Yes,” you breathed, just loud enough for him to hear. It was enough though, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he kissed your skin.
“You’d let them, wouldn’t you, slut? Let them fuck my pussy, huh?”
The nickname alone had your head spinning, and twenty minutes started to seem like an eternity. All you wanted was to get back to his hotel room and give yourself up to him, letting him do as he pleased. You couldn’t form words at the moment, humming in confirmation instead, which he wouldn’t have allowed if you were alone.
“I could fuck you right now in front of all of them,” he said, voice low and assertive. “Bet you’d like that. I bet you want them to see you take my cock like the whore you are.”
It was almost too much, the way he bit gently on your skin, sealing each mark with his tongue, hands busying themselves as he sunk them into your plush thighs. The minty smell of his deodorant was still detectable, though it was mixed with post-show sweat, which somehow turned you on more. The group was no longer focused on you, paying no mind to how Frank’s head was tucked away in the crook of your neck while you shifted around in his lap. You almost wished they were paying attention, missing the sweet shame you felt as they watched you silently beg to be fucked.
“You’re wet right now, aren’t you?” he asked, already knowing the answer as you were practically soaking through to his jeans at this point.
“Fuck, yes,” you mumbled, head lolling back against his shoulder, putting on quite the show for the rest of the guys.
“C’mon baby, be good and get yourself off on my thigh.”
“Frank, they’re right there,” you whined quietly, heart racing at his request.
He hummed in your ear, “Perfect. Show them what a good girl you are.”
Your breath hitched, and he tapped out for a moment. “Color?”
“Green,” you told him, and with that, he reverted to his former state, grip firm on your hips once more.
For a brief moment, your eyes fluttered open, quickly scanning your company, finding them still lost in conversation. Taking the opportunity while you had it, you began to rock against his thigh. It was subtle at first, slow and sporadic movements that seemed as if they were enough. They were fine at first, easing the throb between your legs, but you soon grew greedy, seeking more at the expense of your dignity. Frank knew it wouldn’t take long for you to crack, not with how you were constantly pleading for more after the lightest of touches. He gave it two minutes–there was no way you wouldn’t give in, needing not only to be touched but attention.
After three minutes of fighting your libido, you gave in. They knew, of course they knew, sneaking glances with a silent pact not to ruin the moment. You couldn’t care less about how obvious you were being anymore, desperately searching for friction as you ground your hips against his thigh.
“You can do better than that,” he mumbled, adjusting his leg in hopes of helping, but it still wasn’t enough.
“Please,” you whispered over and over again, and thankfully he gave in, shifting you over and slipping his hand under your skirt.
Now they were really looking, watching as Frank spread your thighs, tugging your panties down to give them a perfect view of your dripping cunt, begging to be filled and used while you took everything he gave to you. It gave him a power high, knowing they could see what clearly belonged to him, and getting turned on by it, no less. The fact that you were desperate enough to let him fuck you in front of his friends had blood rushing straight to his cock, holding back a moan at the thought of it.
He used his fingers instead though, starting by placing them flat against your tongue, your lips enveloping them in warmth, sucking on them wantonly before he pushed them deeper, listening to you gag before pulling them out. He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple as tears pricked your eyes, sliding his fingers across your folds and caressing your skin to avoid giving you what you wanted. Sure, it felt nice, but having his pretty fingers buried inside of you felt better.
“Frank,” you whimpered pathetically, trying to push yourself closer to his fingers, but he held you away with a warm hand pressed to your stomach. A smile played on his lips once more, staring down at you as he mouthed one word.
“Beg.”
Looking over at the guys, you could see that they were trying to keep a conversation going, too shy to admit that yes, they were all eagerly waiting to watch their friend fingerfuck you. If you looked close enough, you could see Gerard’s erection through his jeans–something you’d seen many times as you watched him on stage, but knowing it was because of you was a completely different experience. Frank didn’t care if they were watching or not, having way too much fun seeing you fall apart like this.
“Frank, please,” you begged him, voice laced with need. “You can do whatever you want to me at the hotel, I promise, just please touch me.”
“Yeah? Whatever I want?” he asked playfully, an arrogant grin on his face.
You nodded vigorously, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as he pushed his fingers inside of you, his palm rubbing against your clit in downward strokes. Trying to stay quiet was a hard task, more to save face than anything, as they could clearly see what was happening. They were merely spectators though, incapable of telling you to speak up. Maybe they’d get a chance later if Frank had any say in it.
Instead, they savored your quiet gasps, eyes flicking between your contorted expression, mouth open and eyes screwed shut, and your greedy cunt, wrapped so pretty around Frank’s skilled fingers, spreading you open for a moment before dipping them back in, curling quickly and making you arch against him.
“Look at them,” he ordered, judging by your breathing that you were fast approaching orgasm. “Look at them while you come.”
You did as told, lashes fluttering briefly as your gaze darted from one man to another. Mikey was the first to lose focus, directing it at you instead of the mundane chat he was having. Admittedly,
he’d been laser focused since your subtle flashing, and god was this worth the wait. Gerard was next, wide hazel eyes full of anticipation as he waited for you to break. It felt wrong to stare at you like this, but his self-control had corroded. Finally, Ray gave in, previously trying to think of anything but you, how you were splayed out a mere ten feet from him, and how badly you wanted them to see. It wasn’t a battle worth fighting, and soon enough, his eyes had fallen on you too.
At last, their focus was one hundred percent on you, embarrassment and arousal making a wonderful concoction. You burned up as you came with a sudden cry, breaking the moment of silence. Frank kept at it for a little bit longer before slipping his fingers out, briefly placing them back in your mouth as you licked them clean. He gave you a deep kiss, the guys were shocked and mesmerized by the whole ordeal, and unfortunately, harder than ever.
Hastily, Frank pulled your panties back up and your skirt back down, letting you turn and bury yourself in his chest, flustered and spent. He, on the other hand, held you like a prize trophy, arrogance damn near radiating from him as he picked the conversation back up, causal as ever.
“Don’t fall asleep just yet,” he told you, rubbing your back soothingly. “You made a promise, and you’re gonna want to be wide awake for this.”
You lifted your head slightly, looking at him curiously. He didn’t respond right away, only flicking his eyes between you and his friends. Mikey and Ray had gotten back to talking, despite how speechless the two of them were. Gerard, however, was transfixed on you, eyes wide and cheeks flushed, his erection outlined in bold.
Frank stifled a grin at Gerard’s faint vulnerability, “Mind if we have some company tonight?”
You considered the idea for a moment, giving Gerard a once-over before nodding. “Go for it,” you told him, a small smile playing on your lips.
This was going to be a long night.
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I have this thought for quite some time, coming mostly from my twitter and Reddit interactions.
I kinda love the amount of hate I see towards Buggy. People hate how Oda loves this clown and keeps bringing him up, how he is getting more connections to story, how he gets that high bounty. They hate him because he doesn’t have powers, or isn’t smart.
And the fact that so many of them try to cope by putting Mihawk in place of Buggy is incredible. Mihawk is not some lost friend who is having insanely deep contention to shanks, BUGGY IS.
But I guess he’s not “cool and powerful” enough and they don’t get why shanks could be friends with “someone like that” (actual take I saw a lot).
I can’t wait for buggy to be more important just to see everyone lose their minds. If he gets to laugh tale, the best day of my life. And I’m not even that big on Buggy
These takes make me so angry because they're just??? Not true at all??? Most of these opinions come from the general audience and dudebros who don't take the time to analyze Buggy and just accept his character the way other characters see him. Instead of stopping for a second and thinking about why he does what he does and why Oda likes him so much, they just assume he's the lame clown everyone in the OP world thinks he is. Which is, in my opinion, extremely sad. And you don't even have to analyze shit?? Like, okay, I get it. Chapter 1082 is crucial for his character and perhaps if you don't read that you might think he's useless and Oda uses him too much for what he actually does for the story (bullshit, by the way, I'm just trying to find a reasoning behind their shitty takes). But after reading 1082??????????? Okay???? Whatever. Buggy haters get on my nerves, not because they don't like Buggy, but because they don't understand him.
Saying Buggy isn't smart is uhhh. It's just not true. The fact that he's constantly placed next to the biggest, most feared, and strategic pirates in the world just doesn't help him at all to prove that, tbh. I'd be scared af if I had gone through all the things he has, honestly. Like- People- People just ignore Water 7 and the whole thing with Usopp being a coward but wanting to be more than that because of his dream and that being scared doesn't necessarily mean something bad??? I think people just forget entire arcs and scenes to post these things. Buggy might not be the bravest but he understands the pirate world better than anybody and he's genuinely smart, he's just constantly placed in situations that force his character to be scared af (for obvious reasons) and everyone looks down on him for that. Which makes total sense for his character because his whole thing is feeling inferior and being compared to others when he has many talents himself. He isn't dumb, he just has the worst luck in the whole fucking world. Or the best. It sort of depends.
I think he lost his bravery and sense of adventure when he gave up on his dream, but now that he's being more confident in the fact that he could achieve it, we will see him using his full potential. And I am so, so excited for that. The speech he gives in chapter 1082 changed my life and it's easily my favorite chapter from the whole manga. I really, really hope they do something with that. I want him to have all the wonderful scenes he deserves.
And, okay, about the Mihawk thing: I don't agree with that that much? Like, okay, I can see people often making Mishanks relationship more than what it actually is, but tbf, Mihawk is barely a character here because Oda hasn't given him screentime of his own. He's always there for another character (Shanks, Zoro, Cross guild, etc). What we do know about him is that he went all his way to find Shanks and tell him about Luffy?? Like. Okay, babe, I know what you are. What we do know is that Shanks and him have something going on and I would really like to know WHAT exactly. I'm not even a huge Mishanks shipper but I completely understand why people like it. I prefer other ships like Shuggy and Cross Guild but, well, I don't think they use Mihawk to take over Buggy's place. I think they just want Mihawk to have some story because Oda barely gives him one. But I can see where you're coming from, though. I can see a lot of people using Shuggy's dynamic for them sometimes and it bothers me because these two have their own thing and they could easily just?? Ship both things??
People saying they don't understand why Shanks would be friends with somebody like Buggy is so funny to me, because we barely know anything about Shanks either, lmfao. He's the cool and powerful role model of the main character. He's literally the most cliché thing in the whole wide world, shut up. And I absolutely love him and he has wayyy more personality than these types of characters usually have, but I am tired of seeing takes like this as if Buggy wasn't one of the most interesting characters in this manga. But, also, Shanks would just?? Kick these people's asses for this shit. Saying you don't understand why Shanks would be friends with Buggy is just admitting you think the same way people in-world think about him, which is just admitting you don't understand his character. At least people in-world think that way because they don't know Buggy's story. You know Buggy's story. You should know why Shanks is friends with him and cares so much about him. But also?? Even if Buggy truly was a fucking loser with no talent and no dreams. Saying Shanks needs a reason for being friends with him is so dumb. Have you considered that... Sometimes... Most of the time... People don't have a reason for being friends with somebody and you don't need to find a reason for somebody's love?? Like- Perhaps Shanks just fucking loves Buggy because that's his childhood friend and he doesn't care about his abilities or talents. Perhaps he just loves him for who he is. I don't think it's that hard to understand, honestly.
You're not that big on Buggy, but I am. I really am. He's probably getting a tragic ending with Shanks but I do not care. If he ever gets to Laugh Tale or- Or if he ends up believing in himself finally. If he gets closure with him (which he will get, because Oda loves these two too much to leave them without closure). I will be the happiest person in the whole world. My mind and body say "Luffy king of the pirates!!" but my heart cries of happiness every time I think about Buggy being the king. I love him so fucking much.
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I have never vibe with an MLB critic essay so hard as yours do. People put salt on a lot of different things of MLB, but you hit every point of that really hits home of why the show is a dissapointment for me; from the Love Square wasted potential, the expectation of a Magical Girl show that wasn't delivered, the messy incoherent themes that is not represented well in their powers or villains, the umbalance power dynamics complete with comparison.
Too bad you drop it though (reasonably), I really wish to read what you think of Sentimonster!Adrien or even the Finale.
Something interesting happens when I completely give up on a show. And that's that...I really stop expecting anything from it.
When the Sentimonster thing came out, I genuinely just sighed. I couldn't even form an opinion because all I could feel is "this is such wasted potential".
The idea of a child being created via an object - and having said object tied to them, is such a good one. And it raises so many interesting and profound ideas. It could speak about how parents see their kids as nothing but dolls. It could be a very cool concept of Adrien someone who has the power to DESTROY, not only having a gentle soul but having to protect this object.
All things get presented to us for a reason - even if that reason is purely aesthetics.
Why are the girls in Tokyo Mew Mew animals? Because the creator thought catgirls were cool.
Why do we have witches in madoka? Because witches are the evolved form a "girl with magic" aka a "magical girl". And that's a cool thought.
Why is the Princess Tutu inspired by the swan lake ballet and why does it chose "defying destiny" as it premise? Because in real life, the swan lake ballet has multiple endings, some tragic, some happy. The tragedy aspect of it, enhances the princess tutu aesthetic.
Why was Adrien introduced to us as a Sentimonster?
And that's the thing. I can't even wrap my head around why would you make that creative choice.
It's an interesting idea, but one that feels more rooted on someone seeing a headcanon of it online and trying to pander to the audience with it. A sort of torture porn (which in a vacuum isn't something I'm opposed to), just to hammer home how shitty Adrien's life is. How abusive his dad is. Which, btw, doesn't even make sense when you think abt how he got redeemed in the recent episodes.
My point is, I can't have an opinion on "Adrien being a sentimonster" because I can't see why. Why they did it. And my lack of interest in the series, makes it so that I don't wanna spend pondering the "why".
What's the point? What themes did it introduce? Does it tie to the miraculous stuff somehow? Does it coherently expand upon the known lore?
Like, Katherine from Genshin Impact - it recently got revealed she's a doll controlled by the Fatui. This serves the purpose of allowing Nahida, an extremely kind archon, to have a vessel she can control. It shows insight of Marionette's powers, and how likely the adventurer's guild is to be related to the Fatui or Snezhnayan politics, as well as have an in-game reason as to why there's a Katherine in each region.
While it's also an out of left field bonkers thing getting revealed, it MAKES SENSE. There's a reason why she was made this way.
But with Adrien, there isn't. It's just /there/. Not really related to anything, no foreshadow, or anything. This is all, obviously, tied to the terrible writing of the show. But this is just insane. I do not understand it. I seriously can't.
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