Frerard smut oneshots!

Make me bark

A/N Exclaimer!!!! This fic is violent! This fic contains violence, (not as extreme as I'd like but I don't want police showing up to my door) but it does explicitly mention that there are safewords in place! In this fic Gerard and frank use the traffic light system (green-go, orange-slow down/pause, red-stop) and the word safeword as safewords so even if frank says no he's not safewording so it's still fully consensual! I don't feel like getting into it but just know this fic May potentially be triggering and you are completely free to click off. Also i know some of this stuff is like, well, violent but I'd never hurt a soul, it's all purely fantasy! Take a shot of water every time I say violent and stay inside! (if you're reading this while this whole rona thing is still going on)

The list of triggers! (Potentially spoiling): mentions of cutting, begging, violence and degration

GERARD POV:

I want to hurt him. I want to take my pocket knife and cut into his skin till he bleeds. I want to cover his mouth with my hand as I fuck him into oblivion. I want him to beg. I want to be in control.

Straddling his torso with my knees on either side of him and a bandana around his eyes with his hands tied behind his bare back only wearing too tight jeans to show off his ass and red rope makeshift handcuffs is what makes me realize I am. I am completely in control.
    
     I can make him sob. I can make him scream. I can give him marks that won't ever leave, letting everyone know I was the one who tamed the over-hyper greasy slut of a rhythm guitarist. I want to see his back arch while he cums. His legs trying to kick me away as it becomes to much. Trying his best to handle it but letting a few stray salty tears seep through the fabric as his soul leaves his body.

Deep Breaths Gerard.

But wouldn't that be fun? Leaving his lifeless body laying there with deep purple bruises in the shape of my hands around his neck. Cutting him and making him lick the blood off the knife while his head lolls around, half passed out from the blood loss. Fucking him with a loaded gun to his head, watching the fear in his eyes as my finger clicks the safety off and he realizes how much danger he's truly in.

Deep Breaths Gerard.

I shake off the thoughts and grab his hips, my thumbs digging into his just visible hip bones, leaning down to give him a quick kiss on the forehead.

"Recite your safewords and their meanings" I say, knowing full well he knows them by heart but you can never be to sure when you're in a perpetual state of being terrified you're  going to far.

He gulps. "green means go, orange means slow down, red means stop and Safeword means stoping with immediate aftercare."

"Good boy" I murmur. Quickly using my grip on his hips to flip him onto his stomach with his ass in the air.

" degration?" I ask

"Green, sir" he replies

"Good" I say, taking a second to marvel at the work of art underneath me, inked skin just writing to be manhandled, hands tied behind his back so obediently for his master.

I grab his hips once again, this time pulling him back so his ass comes in contact with my bulge. "You see what you do to me you little fucking cumslut? You don't deserve getting fucked on the bed like some kind of princess, crawl onto the floor and get in the same position you're in now."

I sit back and watch while he inches his way off the bed, slipping off and falling hard due to his impaired sight and immobile arms before quickly scrambling back into the position he was previously in.

"Good boy." I say, hoping off and kneeling behind him so we're in the same predicament as before but this time on the cold hard ground. I watch as his face contorts, sensitive skin not used to the rough freezing hardwood floor. That gives me a idea. I quickly reach into the bedside table to get a collar, the type made for big dogs. I quickly snap it around his neck and take off his blindfold.