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This is the Best Birthday Ever - Frank Iero x Reader

Summary: You’re picking up your friend and neighbour Frank from the airport on the day after his birthday. Reader: gender neutral (no pronouns used) Word count: 2 811 A/N: So according to my earlier post at least @thewordworrier @robinruns  and @poptod want to read this belated birthday story, so here you are.

You inhaled deeply, trying to keep your tired eyes from fluttering shut. It was 1am, and the sound of the airport around you had barely quieted down. That was the thing with airports, they just existed outside of normal time zones, you supposed. You had found a quieter spot on a bench next to a newspaper shop, from which you were able to keep an eye on the exit of the gate at which your friend Frank was supposed to arrive. As always when you thought of him, your heart began beating faster. He had supposed to be here three hours ago, but the huge departure and arrival information boards that were installed everywhere, had shown you that his flight had been delayed. They had landed over an hour ago, but it seemed like there had been a problem, because Frank still had not shown up.

Trying to wake yourself up a little more, you straightened your posture, tightly holding onto the box with cupcakes you were balancing in your lap. It was the first of November, meaning Frank’s birthday was just about over, but that had not stopped you from getting four delicately decorated cupcakes from Frank’s favourite bakery. It was awful really, how you never knew what to get him for his birthday. He was your best friend, your favourite person, you knew him almost as well as yourself, and still you never had any ideas for presents. He already had everything he wanted, or at least wished for nothing which you could have gotten for him. So you usually got him food, sometimes homemade, sometimes store bought, sometimes you invited him out for dinner. He always beamed like the sun itself when you got him food as a present, so you figured he did not mind, and in fact he had often voiced how happy he was whenever you got him something that would not end up taking up space in his house.

Nervously you bit your lip, and checked your phone again, but there still was no new message from him. You sighed and sunk back against the cold metal of the bench.

Frank and you had known each other for years, and you had always had a weak spot for him. One you never had dared acting upon. He was a rockstar; you were just the neighbour who occasionally watered his plants while he was out on tour where he played huge stages in front of thousands and thousands of people. There was no way in hell he would ever see you as anything more but a friend. But that did not stop your stupid little heart from beating faster at the very thought of him. You supposed you should be thankful that he was not the type to sleep around. Or at least you never heard about him doing so. You were not a very jealous person, but that didn’t mean that it would not have have hurt.

You had just realized that in all the years you had known Frank he had never actually been in a relationship, just like yourself, when suddenly the automatic door from his gate opened, and a new flood of people sweapt into the hall.

Expectantly you got up from the bench, your legs stiff as you took a few steps forward, hoping to spot him in the crowd. And sure enough, this time you finally were able to make out his familiar mop of dark, dishevelled hair. He still had a neck pillow around his neck, cuddled in a warm jacket, and pulling a huge suitcase after himself, heading straight for the exit of the airport.

“Frank!”

It was impossible to shout over the chattering of the people around you, so you hurriedly made your way through the crowd, slipping past countless people, always close to losing Frank from your sight, until you were just a few feet behind him.

“Frank!”

This time he heard you, and stopped in his steps, turning to see who had called for him.

His eyes widened in surprise when he saw it was you, and a tired smile pulled at his lips as he mumbled out your name.

“What are you doing here?”

“Picking you up of course,” you answered, closing the last feet between you and wrapping your arms around him, careful not to drop the box with cupcakes. “It’s still basically your birthday. And I didn’t want you to have to take a cab all the way home.”

Frank returned the hug, letting go of his suitcase, and relaxed into your embrace. You could have sworn he tucked himself a little closer to you, but you ignored the thought and pulled away.

“Happy Birthday!”

Expectantly you held out the box with the cupcakes, making Frank raise his eyebrows.

“Are those what I think they are,” he asked, but his voice sounded flat, tired instead of excited.

“If you think that those are your favourite kind of cupcakes from your favourite bakery, then yes, they are,” you grinned, taking a moment to take in Frank more closely.

He did look drop dead tired, you realized. Dark circles were under his eyes, and his cheeks were slightly fallen in, not from a lack of food, but from exhaustion. And his eyes were absent. You knew this look. It wasn’t tour that had exhausted him, it was something else. Sometimes he was fighting his anxiety, sometimes an event in his friends’ lives triggered these episodes, when he was overthinking constantly. You knew he did his best to appreciate your gestures, picking him up and getting him cupcakes. But right now… he was just exhausted. You had a feeling that on the ride home he wouldn’t talk much, instead would prefer to listen or sit in silence. He probably wouldn’t nap off though, would rather watch the landscape pass by, lost in his own mind.

You had never minded when he was like that. You had phases like that yourself. And you knew him well enough by now to be used to it. Sometimes he came over, when he was not on tour, to talk to you, and afterwards you would sit in silence for a while, and whenever you invited him to stay for as long as he liked, when his house with its many rooms got too big and lonely for him, he would just watch you work.

So now the best thing you could do was leave him alone. He would talk when he felt ready for it.

“Come on,” you encouraged, grabbing the handle of his suitcase, as he was now holding the box with cupcakes, “Let’s get you home.”

Side by side you walked out of the airport, and out into the freezing cold night. Your car was parked in one of the huge parking lots, and it took you far too long for your liking to walk there. Frank’s movements were sluggish, and where usually he would already be talking your ear off about all he had seen and experienced on tour, he now wrapped himself in silence. You let him, knowing you would only upset him and consequentially yourself if you tried to make him talk.

“Thanks for picking me up,” Frank suddenly mumbled, when your car came into view. “You must’ve waited for ages. And the drive isn’t too short either…”

“It’s okay,” you shrugged, searching for your car keys in the pocket of your jacket. “I like night drives. And hey, the bench in the airport was surprisingly comfortable.” For the first 10minutes at least.

Frank snorted at your answer. “And thanks for the cupcakes, obviously. I don’t think I actually thanked you.”

“You’re welcome,” you winked, and unlocked the car.

Frank insisted on helping you lift his suitcase in the trunk of the car, before he climbed into the passenger side, taking his jacket and the neck pillow off. You knew he was always cold, at almost any given moment wrapped in at least three layers of clothing, so you made sure to turn up the heating as soon as you had started the motor.

The drive was quiet. Just like you had predicted Frank had not begun talking, nor sleeping, and instead was looking out of the window, as houses, trees, lights and landscapes passed you by. It was a comfortable silence, one you felt no need to break, even though the drive did take more than an hour.

It was not until you pulled into the quarter in which the street was where Frank and you lived, that he spoke up.

“Something stupid happened to a friend of mine,” he suddenly began telling you. Surprised, and as a signal that you were listening, you raised your eyebrows and hummed. “He had a girl he liked, like… for a really long time already. But he never did anything about it, because he thought she didn’t like him back.”

Nervously you swallowed. This story sounded too much like your own for your liking.

“And then she met another guy, and as things go they are marrying next week,” Frank continued, not having noticed your reaction. “And it’s even worse because he found out like a week ago that she actually did like him back the whole time, but because he never did anything, she though he wasn’t interested in her. So now she’s marrying that other bloke because she actually loves him, and my friend’s super devastated.”

“Oh man,” you breathed out, trying to imagine how both of them had to feel. How would you feel if Frank suddenly were to marry someone only for you to find out you might have had a chance with him? “That’s awful. I’m so sorry for him.”

Frank hummed in affirmation.

“Truth be told, I don’t think she would’ve been good for him, but you know… the heart does what it wants.”

You nodded, slowly turning into your street. Between the properties grew patches of forest, making wild animals no rare occurrence, so you were driving extra carefully not to accidentally hit one.

“It made me think, you know…” Frank continued after a moment of silence. You passed by your house. Just a few more meters and you would have reached Frank’s. “I’m kinda like in the same situation as my friend, except…”

You clenched your jaw. All these years Frank had never talked about other women, but of course he had to start now. Seemed like you were about to find out first-hand what his friend felt like.

You slowed down and turned off the motor when you reached Frank’s driveway, but instead of getting out of the car, he just unbuckled himself and turned enough in his seat to be facing you.

“I don’t want the same thing to happen to me. And I know this isn’t the most romantic moment or the best time but- fuck, he thought he had time and suddenly he had run out of it, and I’m terrified the same might happen to me. So even if it’s not romantic, and not phrased the way I would like to be able to, but I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you pretty much since the moment you moved in next doors. And it’s cliché, the punk falling for the sweet neighbour, but I don’t care. I don’t care because it’s you, and you are the only thing I really care about anymore right now. And maybe it’s stupid. Maybe it’s stupid to think for just a moment you might feel the same for me, because obviously that’s what I really want, but I just can’t help it, okay? I know it changes things, now that you know, and I’m sorry for that, especially after everything you’ve done for me, but I just need to know if there is any chance you might ever feel the same way for me. Because if there is, I don’t care when, but if there is a chance you’ll ever like me back, I’ll wait for you. I don’t care how long. I’ll wait.”

Silence engulfed you once more once Frank had finished talking, while you were still trying to recover from the shock and surprise of his words.

Anxiously he met your eyes, startled when he saw you smile.

“You won’t have to wait, Frank,” you told him gently, trying to sort through your thoughts to find the right words. “When you said you were in the same situation as your friend, I thought I was about to find out what he felt like when the girl he liked met someone else.”

Frank’s eyes widened slightly as he began to understand where you were going.

“I like you too, Frank. Liked you pretty much from the first moment on. I don’t know where we’re supposed to go from here, but I’m very happy that you had the courage to tell me how you felt. I never could’ve made the first step.”

Frank blinked at you surprised before his eyes softened.

“We don’t need a grand plan or anything,” he quickly told you. “We’ll just take one step at a time. As long as that’s what you want.”

“That’s more than good enough for me,” you smiled, and reached a hand over to Frank, who quickly took it in his and squeezed it gently.

For a moment you sat like that, before his eyes flickered to your lips.

“May I-“

He trailed off, letting the question hang unfinished in the space between you, but he wouldn’t have had to ask. You had dreamt of kissing him for too long. So you nodded slightly, unable to tear your eyes away from his own lips, until he leant in and your eyes fluttered closed.

His kiss was gentle, warm and soft. Nothing like the bruising, spit-wet kisses you had seen him share with his bandmates on stage. One of his hands was still holding yours, while he brought the other up to your chin, gently cupping it as his tongue swiped across your lips, tasting you. But before you could open your mouth to his teasing, before you could get lost in his sweet ministrations, he pulled away, leaning back into his seat from where he had been leaning over the console.

For a moment he looked at you with glassy eyes, blinking a few times in confusion.

“I’m so high on sleep deprivation, I’m not sure any of what just happened was even real,” he admitted.

You laughed quietly and shook your head in amusement.

“It was real, alright? But I think it’s about time for you to go to bed.”

“Oh, are you gonna help me,” Frank grinned already a lot more confident now that he knew you returned his feelings.

“Don’t get cocky now,” you warned him with a smile, climbing out of the car, and walking to the trunk to retrieve his suitcase.

Frank giggled gleefully as he got out of the car himself, searching his pockets for his keys, while balancing the box with cupcakes.

“Are you gonna come inside,” he asked hopefully, tired eyes watching you pleadingly, as you rolled the suitcase up to the front door.

You were about to answer, asking him if he even knew how late it was, when he pointed to the box with the baked goods.

“We still need to share these.”

You rolled your eyes and sighed.

“Alright, if that’s your argument, I shall let you convince me.”

You watched as Frank grinned and unlocked the front door, gesturing for you to step inside first. Feeling around for the light switch, you turned on the light in the hallway, momentarily blinding yourself with the bright light after having come in from the darkness. As you pushed the suitcase to the side next to a wall, you heard Frank place the box with the cupcakes on a shelf by the door. You had just turned around to him, to close the door, when he grabbed you by the waist, firmly and yet gentle, his lips finding yours again immediately.

A sound of surprise left you, giving Frank the opportunity to slip his tongue past your parted lips, which he immediately took. Both overwhelmed and dizzy with happiness you wrapped your hands into his hair, pulling him closer to you, relishing the warmth his body radiated against you, as cool night air streamed past you into the house.

“This is the best birthday present ever,” he mumbled against your lips, barely audible, but making you giggle, and want to hide your with embarrassment burning face against his neck.

You did not get the chance to though, because Frank kicked the door closed behind his back with a swift motion. And before you even had time to register what he was doing, he had already pinned you to the door, and kissed you again.

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.worship.

Pairings: Gerard Way x [gender neutral/afab] Reader Frank Iero x [gender neutral/afab] Reader Word count: ~ 700 [G.W.] - 600 [F.I.] Genre: Drabble / Smut / Fluff Summary: His adoration for your body is unquestionable. Kind of content: Chubby Reader / Praising / Dom-Sub undertones / Sub Reader / Body worship not proofreader

requested by anon ["heya, first time asking for smthn like this but do you do any fanfictions for plus size / chubby readers? If you do could you do a sub female plus size reader with Gerard way or Frank iero? Smthn slow and loving? (Smut)"]

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Gerard would often get lost in thoughts while staring at your thighs, even before you even got together. You would often catch him looking at your thighs—even more when they were flat against some surface—, with that dumb face, and he always did that shitty poor job whenever someone confronted him about it. After you two got together, he simply pretended that never happened.

Gerard would always buy you the best clothes that made your curves stand out. He would always have that dumb look on his face while observing you trying on the clothes he bought you. Pampering you would quickly become a habit. Seeing you in those pretty clothes, even more, the lingerie and thigh highs… He needed to see you in those, to touch you and tell you how pretty you were. Sometimes, it just resumed itself to admiring, really, sitting on his lap while his hands ran along your curves, and he pressed kisses to your neck while whispering sweet words.

Gerard sometimes couldn’t handle how hot you looked and would take you away for a fuck. He needed to have you under him—or on top of him, even. All that mattered was being able to have a good view of your body. Something about the way the skin sank under his fingertips every time he held onto your thighs, hips, or waist was just so heavenly. Or breasts— Fuck, the way he would hold them while you rode him. He loved the squish, the way it felt, the way it looked.

Gerard also loved sinking his teeth into your skin, sucking and biting marks into it because just observing wasn’t enough. He needed even more of you. He would not hesitate to nibble your thighs and hips whenever he had the chance, seeming all proud of his job when he took a look at it later.

Gerard would gladly die smothered by your thighs. Having his head between your thighs was absolutely one of the things he loved the most, having the soft and plump skin he loved so much around his head while he pleased you.

          Gerard’s hands slipped between your thighs, while one of his arms wrapped around your torso for support; meanwhile, one of your hands wrapped around his shoulders and the other around his wrist.

“God, you’re so hot like this, baby…” His breath was hot against your skin, forehead pressed to your temple while he kept speaking those sweet nothings. The words alone were enough to make arousal stir in the bottom of your stomach, even more with how his hand moved between your legs.

A couple of fingers teased your clit, rubbing slow circles into it. Gerard loved the way your breath would get caught in your throat, making broken whimpers escape your lips while you hopelessly tried to move your hips against his hand. Useless, by the way. He just wouldn’t change the pace of his fingers. He wanted to enjoy every second the most, savoring the moment completely, even if all he had at the moment was a neglected cock stuck inside uncomfortable tight pants. The most he would have, from time to time, was the way your thighs would rub against it whenever you squirmed.

Those thighs, fuck. They looked so pretty flat against Gerard’s like that. He really couldn’t help himself.

Occasionally, Gerard’s fingers would actually slip into your pussy—he would collect some of the wetness to help his fingers glide against your puffy clit even easier, making the motions so delicious.

“Gerard,” you choked out his name, trying to plead for him to finally let you cum.

“Shh,” Gerard soothed. He could sense your thighs pressing together a little too much, your hips too unquiet, so he gave you a pause once again. He could keep going like that, wanting to see how far you could go until you either became a complete mess or came with the slightest touch.

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Frank maybe—just maybe—loved your chubbiness a little too much. He wouldn’t admit it, constantly stuttering excuses and looking away while his face burned red, but you knew too well that he enjoyed the way your bottoms sometimes sank into your skin and made the skin muffin a little.

Frank, whose hands always found their way to your thighs whenever you sat on his lap or had your legs over his. He would hold and squeeze your thighs, sometimes absentmindedly, as if they were his to use as he pleased whenever he wanted to.

Frank would always hold onto your hips while you kissed, letting his fingers sink into it. Sometimes, he would even rub circles into your hips. It all started when he would occasionally pull you closer by your hips, then he started squeezing them out of curiosity before it grew into a habit.

Frank loved just resting his head on your tummy while you lay in bed or on the couch. He would just rest his head there and, sometimes, slip your shirt up a little bit, so he could give your tummy tiny kisses.

Frank would always bite his lip and groan softly whenever you started taking off your clothes, sometimes muttering about how hot you were. His hands would immediately roam over your body at any given opportunity. His hands would grope everywhere he could, going down your ass to hold there while you made out or while you rode him.

          “Frank,” you whispered. Those little kisses on the exposed slice of the skin of your torso were starting to lose their innocence. You took a little too long to notice—you were immersed in the book you had in hand, lying on the couch while Frank lay his head on your torso like he usually did. “Frank,” you said again, with a firmer tone.

A groan came in response from Frank. He said nothing, of course. If anything, he only got bolder. His kisses went until the waistband of your shorts, where he had to take a pause while his fingers wrapped around it and slowly started pulling it down.

A shaky breath escaped your lips.

“Mm, Frank, I’m—”

“Your book can wait,” he said simply as he just took your shorts off.

Who even were you to argue? A sigh escaped your lips as you put the book away and spread your legs open to give Frank more access.

Frank’s lips kept peppering kisses all over your tummy and hips, worshiping them way more than he would admit he enjoyed. He nibbled a little down your hip, making you gasp and instinctively buck your hips forward. Damn.

“What are you so hot for…” Frank grumbled among other things, making your face heat up while you tried to sit still for him. His hands held onto your thighs, letting his fingers sink into them while his lips made their way down until the feeling of him mouthing your pussy through your underwear made you squirm again. “Easy,” Frank said with a gentle squeeze on your thighs. It took you a little effort, but you did your best to sit still as his mouth pressed to you through your underwear, only starting the teasing.

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So Don’t Hate Me, Trust In Me

Pairing: Frank Iero x Female Reader

Era: Danger Days

Requested by: Anon

Word Count: ~1500

Summary/Request: So I was thinking about a Frank X fem!Reader (she/her) during Danger Days era, where they are really close and it's obvious they like each other, and Frank is more forward with liking her, but she's insecure bc she doesn't have any experience with relationships and intimacy (even just handholing and stuff), and is worried he'd be disappointed, maybe even something like she's not good enough for him. And he gets her to talk about it to him and is really understanding and reassuring, and willing to give her time and space, but she feels better after the conversation and wants to try. So basically angst to fluff?

A/N: I LOVED writing this one. It was one of the first fics I worked on in getting out of my hiatus and it was just everything I wanted in a request (particularly Danger Days Frank). Enjoy!

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You’d just started a new job as Frank’s guitar tech. It was a dream job for you, since you wanted to work with bands and travel around the world, but you were too shy to get onstage yourself. MyChem were currently on tour promoting their newest album, Danger Days, and you were excited to work for them, since you’d been friends with Frank since shortly before Revenge had come out.

But the best part of the job was getting to work with Frank. The rest of the band was super nice and welcoming, but Frank was so generous and he seemed to care about making your job easier whenever he could. Every time you switched out a guitar for him, he’d grin at you as if you were his personal savior. When you’d first started working for Frank, you’d been nervous that it would affect your friendship, but it had only brought you closer.

However, you were trying to be cautious because you knew you were starting to fall for him. You figured that he was just nice to you because he was nice to the rest of the crew, but you often caught yourself wondering what it would be like to kiss him or to run your fingers through his hair, which he’d taken to wearing longer, down to his shoulders. You knew you couldn’t act on these feelings because you figured he’d never like you back and saying or doing the wrong thing could put you out of a job and you really wanted to keep working with him, not just because of your crush.

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You were just about finished setting up before MyChem took the stage for tonight. You handed Frank his first guitar and he put his hand over yours on the neck of the instrument, holding you in his hazel eyed gaze.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“You’re welcome.” You felt proud that your voice didn’t tremble and you prayed he didn’t notice your hand shaking beneath his.

He turned to head to the side of the stage, but then ran back to you.

“Did you forget something, Frank?” You asked.

“Yeah. I just wanted to say you look really nice tonight,” he said.

Your cheeks burned as you averted your gaze. “Thanks.”

You watched him play his heart out, still bewildered from the compliment he’d given you. It wasn’t the first time, but usually his praise was about your work. Your stomach fluttered at the idea that he noticed how you looked. You usually dressed for comfort, in jeans, band shirts, and hoodies and you weren’t dressed that differently tonight, apart from the fact that you were wearing your favorite hoodie. You liked it because it was comfortable, but you also thought that it brought out the color in your eyes.

The show was nearing the end, when Gerard started walking around the stage as he spoke into his microphone.

“So before we play our last song, we wanted to give a big thank you to our crew who do such an amazing job at every show. Thank you to our merch, our lights and sound people--”

Frank cut in. “And I just wanted to call my guitar tech, Y/N, to the stage for a minute. Y/N, where you at, girl?”

Your face burned as you shrunk back, but you saw Frank walking over to you, his guitar still slung around his neck. He lifted one hand, beckoning you gently with one finger. “Come on,” he mouthed, his lips curling in a sweet smile.

You sighed, walking onstage to a crowd of thousands, who were all screaming for you. ‘Bet they’d scream for just about anything if Frank told them to,’ you thought bitterly to yourself. But all thoughts went out of your head as Frank took your hand and led you over to his mic so he could talk.

“This is Y/N, my amazing guitar tech, she keeps me in line all night, can we give her a big round of applause?” Frank asked the crowd, lifting his arms up towards the pit. You blushed over his comment about “keeping him in line all night,” and hoped the stage lights didn’t show how red you felt.

The crowd went wild once again and your face burned even more as you felt Frank wrap his arm around you and pull you into a hug, discreetly kissing your cheek. It was such a quick peck that you were almost sure you’d imagined it, but when Frank pulled away from you, he was blushing too, but grinning, the corners of his hazel eyes crinkling.

Frank finally let you go and you escaped to the sanctuary of backstage. You hadn’t wanted to hurt Frank’s feelings by running away, but it made you nervous being in the spotlight. And that kiss on your cheek had made your heart soar, but now you felt nervous. What did it mean?

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After that night, you tried to keep yourself busy and limit your interactions with Frank. You didn’t know what his intentions were and you were scared you weren’t good enough for him. You had never really dated anyone and you knew he’d had quite a few relationships, so you were also afraid that your inexperience would be a turnoff for him.

It was hard to totally avoid him though, especially since you worked for him and you’d seen his face fall enough to know that he’d noticed and wasn’t happy about it, but you couldn’t help it.

Finally, he cornered you one day backstage while one of the opening bands set up for their set.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he murmured.

Your heart stopped. You were caught. There was no avoiding the conversation now. You swallowed hard. “Frank, I…I’m sorry. Can we talk about this somewhere more private?” As you said this, you saw Gerard out of the corner of your eye, looking over at the two of you, his eyebrows furrowed. Gerard was hard to miss these days, with his bright red hair.

Frank nodded and you let him take your hand and pull you away from everyone else. Once you’d stopped walking, he held your hand in his still, loose enough that you could let go if you wanted to, but tight enough that you could sense that Frank didn’t want to let you go.

He sighed. “Look, I--I’m sorry if I scared you off that night when I called you onstage, but I just--I wanted to show you how special you are to me and how much I like you, I just didn’t really know how. I didn’t plan on kissing your cheek, it just happened, so if you’ve been avoiding me because of that, I’m so sorry. I never want to make you uncomfortable and I want you to know that we’ll do whatever you want. If you want to pretend this never happened, we can do that, if you want to leave tour--”

You’d been listening to him ramble, your heart fluttering in your chest as he said everything you’d hoped to hear from him, but when he mentioned you leaving tour, you had to stop him. “Frank, I don’t wanna leave tour.”

His face lit up with a cautious sort of hope. “You don’t?”

You shook your head, offering him a small smile. “No, I don’t.”

He sighed in relief. “Thank God. So what is it then? I miss you and I want us to be good again.”

You sighed. “I like you too. I like you so much that it scares me. A-and I could tell you liked me too and that scared me even more.”

He frowned. “Why? You never have to be afraid of me, you know that.”

You bit your lip. “I know. It’s not that. It’s just that…you know I’m not very experienced when it comes to this kind of thing. And I’m insecure that I’ll screw it up, or that I won’t be good at…you know.” You trailed off, blushing furiously.

His full lips curved in a slight smile, his hazel eyes full of warmth and love for you. “Y/N, you’re going to be amazing, because you’re amazing. But we can slow things down, I can…I can back off a little if that’s what you need.”

You nodded. “Not too far back though,” you whispered, smiling slightly.

He reached his hand out to yours, linking your pinky with yours. The simple, gentle touch felt amazing.

“Better?” He asked, his eyes searching yours.

You nodded, reaching up with your other hand to brush his hair out of his face. It had grown down to his shoulders and you loved the way it looked, even when it obscured his beautiful eyes. “Thanks, Frank.”

He smiled. “Of course.”

The two of you took things slow over the next few months. Frank was unendingly patient with you, which made you feel brave enough to progress your relationship. You still worked for him, since it gave the two of you the chance to spend a lot of time together and travel around the world. You loved watching him play music and jump around the stage like a maniac. And after every show, he was yours, and that was all that mattered.

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Daddy's Girl NSFW

Pairing: Frank Iero x Fem Reader

CW: Age gap, teacher frank, student reader, light smut, daddy issues, soft frank, underage drinking, mentions of the word daddy, def sexual tension

Summary: Frank is your teacher and you two hit it off. Y/N has heavy daddy issues and Frank takes you in. He treats you like what your childhood self deserved, safety and love.

A/N: This is VERY long. I wrote 11 pages on Google Docs so I'm very sorry LMAO. It might be a bit wordy and not super smutty if thats okay. I wanted to write something softer in nature. Also apologize if there are any grammar mistakes. :)

Reblogs appreciated!

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As I sat there in an uncomfortable school chair, surrounded by the ghosts of my past, I stared out the window that was covered in rain. The day was gloomy, constant thundering and on and off downpour. I tapped my foot up and down while playing with my bunny keychain as my anxiety washes over me. School always made me anxious and hate myself, constantly feeling at battle with myself and others. 

It was my senior year and I just turned 18, so all I had to do was wait to get out of here. Kinda like prison if you think about it. Our school had uniforms and if anything that was the best  part about this place, not to mention it looked like some old money school for rich kids. Which was funny because a lot of the kids here come from nothing, like me. 

My drug addicted mother raised me semi alone, meaning that she constantly had men in and out of her life. My real father left when I was only a few months old so I never had that strong, protective father figure in my life. I craved someone to love me, hold me tight, whatever fathers do with their daughters. My moms boyfriends that were long term, aka 6 months, would try their best to be there for me but as soon as I got comfortable with them they were gone. 

I tried to stay out of relationships out of fear that the same cycle would happen to me. 

“Y/N? Are you listening?” Mr. Iero said, pulling me out of my daze. My head quickly turned to him, almost embarrassed, “Yes sir, sorry.” He turned back to board, continuing the lesson. Mr. Iero was my english/music teacher, he taught both. The first day I walked into his class I had a massive crush on, like journaling and daydreaming about him crush. I never made advances to him because what would he think?

I can’t get him in trouble and I can’t jeopardize my education for some man. I once again zoned out heavily, staring out the window. I watched as a father checked out his daughter early for school it seems, hugging each other under the umbrella as they smiled together. I sighed, rolling my eyes at the sight. Almost disgusting to me but that's just the jealousy getting to me.

“Y/N? Please pay attention, we have an important test coming up and you can’t miss this,” he sighed, putting a hand on his hip. Everyone turned to stare at me as I got smaller in my seat. When I looked back at everyone else to me they had dark eyes, something evil brewing but also something dead. I know realistically that a lot of the people here never paid attention but were much better at hiding it I think. 

“Please see me at the end of school,” he said and a few people let “Ooo” escape their mouths. Thanks Mr. Iero for embarrassing me. I wanted to hate him for that but another part of my brain desired to have that alone time with him. Even a hug from him would suffice my animalistic hunger for him. Just, “I’m proud of you,” would motivate me for the rest of the year. 

Class was dismissed and I quickly got out of there but he caught my wrist before I could, “Promise me you’ll be here after school. You can’t ditch like the last time.” I nodded and promised him that I would be back. The last time that happened I left out of pure anxiety, I threw up in the hallway on my way to his class. But safe to say this time I could get myself through it. 

I went to my locker to change out books and my best friend Livvy came up to me, “Wanna hang out after school? I wanna get coffee,” she said excitedly. “Maybe, Mr. Iero wants to see me after my last class,” I said, I didn’t want to disappoint her. “Omg again? Did you space out again (nickname)?” she said, lightly punching my arm. 

“Yeah, I just hope it’s quick. If so, I’ll make sure to call you when I’m done,”  I said with a smile. We said our goodbyes as I went to all of my other classes. I watched the clock as it quickly rang, I took a few deep breaths as I prepared myself to see Mr. Iero. I know it couldn’t be that bad but my anxiety tried to convince me otherwise. 

I looked through the glass of the door and saw no one inside so I thought maybe this could be my excuse as to why I didn’t show. “Right on time!” a voice behind me said. It startled me so I turned to see that it was Mr. Iero. I softly smiled as he unlocked the door to let us in. I didn’t see it but I heard him lock the door behind me. 

I stood in front of his desk leaning against a student's desk. He stood in front of me also leaning against his desk. I kept my eyes to the ground for the most part, “Are you okay? You’ve been very quiet and dazed in almost every class,” he said in a soft voice. My tense shoulders relaxed, still not sure how to respond, “You can tell me, Y/N.” He took a couple steps closer. 

“Look at me,” he said in a more demanding tone. I looked at him and he smirked, I wanted to fall to my knees right then and there. He rolled up his sleeves to reveal his tattoos, “I..I’ve just been going through a lot at home,” I said to put it simply. “Sit, let’s talk about it,” he said sitting in the students chair next to me. I sat down hesitantly, I don’t know if he actually cared about me or what. I guess we’ll find out. 

I told him about my mom and everything that I’ve been struggling with. I didn’t outright tell him about my struggles with men and not having a father figure of sorts. But he’s smart, so he could probably piece things together based on  how I answered some of his questions. At the end of my story I let a few tears escape from my eyes, he reached his hand up and gently wiped them. 

He placed his other hand on my knee, rubbing his thumb on it. “You have nothing to worry about with me hun,” he said sweetly, maintaining tense eye contact. He was such a good listener and never interrupted me. “Your secrets are safe with me, I’m so glad you’re finally opening up to me. Since the beginning of the year I’ve had my eye on you, there’s something special about you, Y/N,”  he said, whispering the last sentence. 

He grabbed my hand and held it tightly in his. I felt my face heat up like a thousand suns and my heart rate picked up. I couldn’t help but let a smile form on my face, “That’s my girl. No need to be sad when you’re around me. Hey, I’ll even move your desk closer up to mine, yeah?” I nodded, feeling like such a typical schoolgirl. 

He looked at the clock, “I should probably let you go now. Here,’ he said, handing me a little piece of paper. I pocketed it in my bag and before I left he gave me a big, warm hug. The smell of cigarettes and cologne hit my nostrils, it was a smell so intoxicating that it would stay with me throughout the rest of the day. I left and ran out of there to my house, it downpoured on me though. It made me feel like I was in a movie of sorts, I let the rain fall and drench my uniform and hair.

I ran inside and went straight to my room to text Livvy, it was Friday so I told her to come spend the night with me. I really didn’t want to tell anyone about what happened but she was the only person I could trust with this information, she understood. She literally has a sugar daddy, she has no room to judge me! 

Livvy came over and got settled right in with snacks and cute pajamas. “Tell me everything!” she said excitedly. I giggled, “He asked me if anything was wrong, I avoided but he pried so I spilled everything. And now he’s moving my desk up to his, he touched my leg and hugged me!” We were both laughing and blushing over this. 

“Oh! I think he gave me his number,” I told her, remembering the paper he gave me that I still haven’t opened yet. “Bitch show me!” she said excitedly. I got the paper from my bag and counted down from 3, I opened it and it had his number inside. “Text him now!” she said getting my phone from my nightstand. 

I input his number into my phone, “What do I say though?” I bit my nails. “Something flirty for sure,” she said, taking a sip of her drink. I started to type: hii its Y/N, miss our time together already xo 

“Bitch that's good!! He’s bound to fall in love with you now,” she joked. 

Hours went by without checking my phone and it was around 8pm. I checked my phone during our movie and he asked to call me, I sat up straight with my eyes wide. “He wants to call,” I said suddenly. “Oh shit! I’ll turn the tv down and I’ll stay quiet,” she shushed herself. 

I gave the phone a ring and he picked it up almost instantly, I put it on speaker phone. 

Frank: Doing okay? 

Me: yeah, thanks for letting me vent. Made me feel a lot better 

Frank: I’m glad, honey. 

Livvy looked at me with shock, “Honey?!” she mouthed covering it with her hand. 

Frank: Um, I wanted to ask if you wanna hang out tomorrow? You don't have-

Me: Yes. I’d love to! 

Frank: What time are you free then?

Me: Umm maybe around 12?

Frank: Sounds like a date then

We both hung up and we’re screaming with joy, I never thought this day would come. Hanging out with a teacher outside of school? Is that legal? I couldn’t back out now, my fate was decided. “What am I gonna wear?” I said, asking Livvy for help. She’s always been the cooler one in terms of fashion, so I can trust her to dress me. 

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It was 10 am and I had just the right amount of time to get ready. I checked my phone and he said he’d be picking me up at my place. Livvy left already and I sat down in front of my floor length mirror and put on light makeup. I got dressed in a black skirt, sheer black leggings, doc martens, and a white and black striped sweater. 

The clock finally turned 12 and I looked out my window to not see a car yet. I sighed with relief because in reality I definitely didn't feel ready. I checked my phone and Mr. Iero said he would be there in 5. I went ahead and stood out front to wait for him. 

His car pulled up and he got out to greet me, “Wow, you look great!” he said with a smile. He had on sunglasses and chewed his gum kinda obnoxiously but hot. He gave me a big hug and opened the door for me, his car was super clean surprisingly. “Where are we going?” I ask timidly. 

“Downtown, get some coffee and donuts,” he smiled, placing his hand on my thigh. “How’d you know where my house was?” I asked. “Teachers have access to those kinds of things,” I just nodded in response staring out the window. It was pretty cloudy and I was kinda hoping it’d rain. 

We got to the coffee  place downtown, “This is my special spot, for a special girl,” he smirked. I felt my stomach overfill with butterflies and a sparked joy I didn’t know I could feel around  somebody. He got out the umbrella and interlocked arms with me, I looked at him with such content but confusion. I felt like I didn’t deserve any of this, none of the kindness, none of the listening, nothing. 

He told me to sit down at a booth while he ordered us stuff. I texted Livvy while sitting there: 

Me: Liv i think im in love no joke 

Liv: i would be too 

Me: were getting coffee rn ill update soon 

He came back and sat a delicious smelling coffee in front of me, “Thank you Mr. Iero,” I said. “Call me Frank, no need for that outside of school,” he said, he grabbed my hand that was on top of the table. I looked at him, blushing hard, what if someone saw us? 

We talked about the things we both liked and hated, we actually had a lot in common. “You like Elvis?!” he said, shocked. “Yeah and?! It’s a comfort thing,” I defended. “Explain,” he said, taking a sip of his coffee. “Sometimes when my mom was out I’d spend the night with my grandfather and in the morning while cooking breakfast he’d play Elvis,”  I said, reminiscing when I actually had a somewhat stable relationship with a man. 

I think Frank noticed my mood diminish into something solemn. “Let's grab those donuts, I have somewhere else I wanna show you,” he said, grabbing my hand. He showed me off proudly, it felt like he was telling everyone around him to look at me but not in the way I’m used to. He put his mouth close to my ear, “We’ll have to share a donut, they’re almost out of everything,” he said, placing a kiss on my cheek. 

We walked under the umbrella together as we started to share the donut, “Don’t lift a finger princess,” he said while holding the donut up to my mouth. He basically gave me the whole thing while he only had a couple bites. “Why do you treat me like this?” I asked him, curious as to why he is so fond of treating me like…a girlfriend? 

“I think you deserve it, Y/N. I’ll explain more later,” he said with such sincerity, gripping my hand tighter. Was this going to be a whole day affair? My mom hasn’t been home for a few days so I didn’t feel the need to tell her where I was, it wasn’t like she was answering my messages anyway!

“What’s wrong hun?” he said, taking down the umbrella as the rain had stopped and the sun came out. “My mom hasn't answered my messages, it's been days,” I said, a little disappointed. “I’ll look after you, don't worry about it,” he said as we showed up to a record store. I gasped as I could never afford to buy my own records, it felt like a dream. 

We went inside and looked around, I looked around for a ‘The Cure’ album. As I kept looking I felt a body press up behind me and place their arms around my waist and a head on my shoulder. He placed soft kisses on my neck causing me to giggle, I felt him do the same in my neck. “Find what you need?” he asked. “Yeah, did you?” his hands were empty. “Yeah,” he smiled playfully like he was up to something but not sure what. 

“Bullshit. You need to get something or else I’ll feel bad that you spent all your money on me,” I said feeling slight guilt about him buying things for me. “I have you, that’s all I need,” he said, pulling me to the register and pulls out his card faster than I can reach for my purse zipper. 

He handed me the bag of my records and we left. We didn’t do anything much except go thrifting and it was already 7 PM. “I have one place left to go,” he smiled, pulling out of the spot. “I feel like we’ve been everywhere already,” I said, whining. “Be a good girl and don’t whine for me, okay?” that immediately put me in my place and I complied. I could see a smirk on his face, he knew what he did to me. 

I heard a song on the radio that I liked and immediately turned it up, it was You Get Me So High by The Neighbourhood. “You like them?” he asked. “Love them! I’ve seen them in concert  twice already,” I said proudly. Livvy knew I couldn’t afford it but she ever so kindly  bought them for me. 

After a short drive we made it to our destination, a bar. It was quite crowded, I wasn't even old enough to drink yet. I looked at him worried, “I’m not 21..” I said. “I can get you in darling, don’t worry,” he said reassuringly. I trusted him but I tightened my lips anxiously. He was able to get me in because he was close friends with the guy at the front. 

We got in and the music was at a comfortably loud volume. He dragged me to the bar and ordered me a drink but I couldn’t tell you what it was. Tasted great though! 

I downed a couple drinks and I basically became a melting mess in Frank's hands. I held onto  him for dear life like someone was trying to pull me away from him. I dragged him outside for a cigarette break, I pulled them out of bag and I forgot my lighter, “I forgot my fuckin lighter.” He laughed at my tone and lit my cigarette for me. 

We stood inches apart, he held my waist with his tattooed hand. I took a huff of my cig and blew it in his face, “Naughty girl,” he chuckled. He pulled me in to kiss him and our lips collided. The taste of cigarettes and alcohol mixed perfectly with each other. I wrapped my arms around his neck, not wanting to release. 

I shared my cigarette with him and he whispered in my ear, “How about you come over to my place for the night?” My heart was beating out of its chest, “Are you sure that's okay? I would need to get my stuff at home,” I said. “We can stop by your place first baby, I do have a few room-mates if that’s okay,” he said looking away embarrassed. “More the merrier!” I joked. 

We drove back to my place and I led him up to my room, he sat on my bed and I packed up a couple things. I turned around putting my hands on my hips, “All packed,” I smiled. He patted his hand insinuating for me to sit on his lap, so I did. I wrapped my arms around his neck, “My pretty girl,” he whispered while pushing my hair out of my face. 

“I really don’t understand why you like me, Frank,” I said, that feeling of undeservingness washing over me. “Look at you Y/N!. What is there not to like about you? We have so much in common and I can’t get over how beautiful you are,” I need all the reassurance I can get. What if he leaves me? Would another man treat me like Frank does? 

“Do you promise not to leave?” I asked tearfully. “What? Of course I do, Y/N. How could I do that to you sweetheart?” he said, hugging me tightly. “We should get going,” he said softly. I nodded and he grabbed my bags for me as we walked back to the car. 

We got to Frank's place and it was dimly lit, it smelled of cigarettes and expensive musky candles. I saw band equipment set up, “What’s all this?” I asked. “Oh, me and my friends do gigs on the side,” he chuckled as we walked to the kitchen. A timid man turned around to greet us, he gave Frank a hug and gave me a handshake. Firmly. 

“Nice to meet you,��� I said shyly. “Franks said a lot about you, nice to meet you,” he smiled kindly and I furrowed my brows a little confused. He talks about me? What did he say? More  questions to be answered. 

Frank hurried me to his room, it was spacious and had a few of his guitars displayed on the walls. He disappeared for a second and brought back a shirt and pajama pants of his, “Put these on,” I took them. I went into the bathroom bringing my toiletries along with me. I changed into his oversized clothes and  washed my face. 

I brought out my phone and snapped a pic of me in the mirror sending it to Livvy. She replied almost instantly: not you going home with him !! be safe !! she replied.

I went back out and put my other clothes back in my bag, “You have such a nice room,” I complimented. “Biggest one in the house,” he brags. I hadn’t noticed before but he turned the radio on and it was on a classic rock station. The room was filled with cigarette smoke and incense. Lamps created the perfect sensual ambience. 

I laid my head on his soft pillows and Frank hovered over me, caressing my face with his hand. Something came over me, my eyes filled with tears and escaped the corner of my eyes. “What’s wrong princess?” he said, worried. I shook my head, sobbing. Never was I good enough to ever receive a love like this before. Here I had it. 

“Tell daddy what’s wrong princess,” that broke me. I couldn’t tell if I was imagining all of this or if it was some sick joke. I straddled his lap, crying into his shoulder. His hand rubbed up and down my back sensually. “I’ve never felt such an overwhelming amount of love and adoration from a man before,” I stated plainly. 

He asked me to talk about it so I did. I told him about the men this time, while I did we drank. It got to the point where I only started seeing flashes of my surroundings. One minute I was taking off my clothes, then I was sitting on top of Frank, then throwing my head back and moaning. 

I remember seeing Frank go down on me and him forcing my legs open as I was ready to release on his face. Flashes of Frank saying things like, “You're daddy’s good girl…I’ll never hurt you…you’re safe with me…shh you’re okay sweetheart.” His voice vibrated through my skin. 

Soon enough I passed out, naked and covered up by the warm sheets. I woke up groggy and still a little drunk around 3 am and had my clothes put back on. I groaned and didn’t see Frank in bed with me but playing guitar across the room. “Frank?” I said, rubbing my eyes. He immediately rushed to my side to comfort me, “Are you okay princess?” he said. 

I nodded, “Could you get me some water?” I asked because my voice was hoarse. He brought back water to me and I downed it as fast as I could. He got into bed with me and I cuddled up at his side, holding on for life. 

I grabbed Frank's face pressing our lips together, I longed for his kiss and his desire. He pulled away and cupped my face, “If you were my little girl, I’d do whatever I could do for you,” he said softly. “I am,” I stated so desperately wanting him to take me in, live with him, devote my life to him. “I’d even run away and hide with you if I could. You’re daddy’s girl,” he said pulling me into his chest. 

To be safe and sound in his heart forever. 

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clean me off (i'm so dirty, babe) (frank iero x reader)

Kinktober Day 9: Period Sex/Shower Sex

Reader Pronouns: She/Her

Era: Revenge (2005)

Content:

- Implied pre-poly (Frank/Reader/Gerard)

- Some vague details regarding menstruation/cramps (not graphic though... but the point of the oneshot is that y'all get it on during shark week)

- You cuddle with Gerard and then Frank rails you a few hours later! Aah!

Word Count: 3,743

Disclaimer: This explicit story was written by an adult for consumption by other adults only. If you are under 18, please do not read or interact in any way.

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You fucking hate this.

If you could opt out of your period, you absolutely would. In fact, you tried to do just that.

Your doctor told you that you could skip your placebo pills to put it off until next month. You figured there was no harm in trying it out during the tour. You were going to be on the road with the band for four weeks. How convenient would it be if you didn't bleed during any of them?

It would have been extremely convenient, if that was the way that it turned out.

Much to your chagrin, you get your period anyway, — right on schedule, in fact. It isn't pulling any punches this time, either.

Not that it ever does.

You're extremely pissed off by the way this whole thing has played out. Not only are you bleeding, but you have to spend most of your time stuck on a bus or backstage at venues with a bunch of guys. A bunch of loud, sweaty, obnoxious, annoying guys. You love them all to death, you really do. But their energy levels and your hormonal state do not play nicely together.

Luckily, you've pretty much hit the lottery for tonight. You'll be able to end your day in a hotel room with just one of those loud, sweaty, obnoxious, annoying guys, — the one that just so happens to be your boyfriend.

You and Frank will have an entire bed to stretch out in, rather than being crammed into his bunk like sardines in a can. Better yet, you'll be able to get an actual shower. The mere thought of such a luxury makes you want to cry with relief. 

Of course, you will only be able to reap this reward if you survive until after the show tonight. By the way that your day is going, you aren't quite sure that will be happening.

Right now, you're curled up on a couch backstage, feeling like you're moments away from death. As per usual, the guys are all over the place, grabbing snacks and taking smoke breaks and talking endlessly about what-the-fuck-ever. You just want your painkillers to kick in or to fall into a deep, peaceful sleep. Whichever comes first.

Alas, neither of those things seem to be coming to fruition. Evidently, you can't even have the couch to yourself.

Gerard settles into the spot next to you without so much as acknowledging your presence. He's throughly distracted, — a Starbucks cold brew in one hand, the latest volume of some comic in the other. You pull your knees into your chest, grumbling to yourself as you listen to him flipping pages and slurping from the straw. You sort of want to scream at him for no particular reason other than existing in your general vicinity, but... 

He glances over at you, pulling back from his drink. "So," he starts. "What's up with you?"

"Nothing," you respond curtly. "Why?"

He frowns. "Just wondering if you're okay, s'all. You don't seem like you're feeling too great."

You don't know why your eyes are welling up all of the sudden. He just showed you a bit of concern, — the bare minimum, really, — and yet, in your current mess of a state, the sentiment is deeply moving.

Unfortunately, your overly-emotional response only serves to worry him even more.

"Hey." He places his hand on your arm so delicately, like he's worried you're going to fucking explode or something. "Tell me what's going on, for real."

"I'm fine." You chuckle awkwardly, reaching up to wipe your eyes. "Just... having a bit of a rough time right now." You turn to meet his concerned gaze, smiling sheepishly before quietly offering your explanation. "You know. Girl stuff."

The realization seems to dawn on him instantly. "Oh." He nods. "Yeah, yeah. I've gotcha."

Silence settles between the two of you. Instead of bringing peace like you hoped it would, it's just awkward.

Finally, Gerard speaks again. "Do you want me to, like... hug you, or..."

You laugh despite yourself. "You're stupid," you mutter, scooting closer to him.

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his side. You bury your face in his shoulder. As per usual, he smells like a mixture of sweat, coffee, and cigarettes, but you don't even mind. He's warm, and he seems to actually give a shit about what you're going through, and he's just... So fucking good. You couldn't ask for a better friend... Or whatever the fuck he is when you consider the excessively blurry lines between you, him, and Frank.

He rubs your shoulder, so gentle that you could cry all over again. "I'm sorry, sugar," he says. "If it would make you feel any better, I could get Brian to let you into the bus and you could go lay down in there. Can't believe that Frank didn't try and get you to stay back, if you were feeling bad..."

You shake your head, not bothering to look up. "Didn't tell Frank," you mutter into his jacket.

"You didn't tell Frank?" he echoes. "Why not? You told me, for God's sake..."

You sigh, shifting against him in an attempt to find a more comfortable position. "You could tell something was wrong," you point out. "If I try to keep something from you, you figure it out, anyway. Frank's not like that. He's less of a mindreader and more of a... Lovable, excited puppy?" You chuckle at your own metaphor. "He can't tell what's happening right in front of him sometimes."

You pause, allowing your mind to wander. Of course, given your predicament and the current topic of conversation, it winds up in some not-so-pleasant places.

"Oh, well," you continue with a sigh. "Guess he'll figure it out tonight, anyway."

"What do you... Oh." You look up at him, only to find that his face has gone bright red. Just as you expected. "Jesus."

You nudge him lightly, grinning. "What? Talking about my period isn't too much for you, but thinking about me and Frank having sex is?"

He shakes his head. "No, no, it's not that it's too much," he says. "It's just... I'm thinking..."

You giggle, shifting until your head is resting in his lap. "Knowing you, I'm not sure I even want to know what you're thinking." You look up at him, smiling slyly. "Don't get excited, Gee. We probably won't even end up doing anything."

"Oh." God. You wonder if he can turn any redder than he already is. "Have you ever tried it, though?"

You laugh, swatting idly at his thigh. "What business is that of yours, pervert?"

"I'm not trying to be perverted, I swear!" He holds his hands up in surrender. "It's just... I've heard that it helps..."

"From who?" you press.

He stays silent, fixing you with that deer in the headlights look.

Oh.

"Oh my God," you say. "You have firsthand experience, don't you?"

He turns a darker shade of red. And there it is.

You clutch your stomach as you burst into hysterics. "Holy shit," you manage between howls. "I should alert the media. Hell, I should bring it to the fucking fan forums! Let everybody know that Gerard Way has his red wings..."

"Shh!" Your eyes go wide as he claps his hand over your mouth. "It's not like I want everybody to know. I just thought..."

You push his hand away, still laughing. "If this is some kind of proposition, then no way," you tell him. "We might be closer than most, but I don't know you like that."

He shakes his head fervently. "It's not," he insists. "I just thought it might be good for you to know..."

You snort. "Thank you for your service to womankind, Gerard," you say. "I owe my life to your empathetic ass."

"What gift has he given to humanity now?" You look up to see Frank grinning down at the two of you.

If you were any other three people, your current position might result in obvious jealousy from your boyfriend. Yet, this is just how it is with the three of you.

Still, Frank can never resist a teasing remark. He raises his eyebrows, nudging Gerard's leg with his foot. "Any particular reason why my girl's head is in your lap, Gee?" he asks. "I wasn't about to miss a show, was I?"

"Absolutely not." You sit up, detaching yourself from Gerard, who is still blushing like a fucking virgin despite the fact that he just shared some of the gorier details of his sex life with you.

"Gerard was just telling me a really funny story." You shoot Gerard a sly grin before meeting Frank's eyes with a sweet smile. "You should ask him about it later. It's an absolute riot."

"I'll get around to it." Frank leans down to press a kiss against your lips before pushing a warm cup of coffee into your hand. He pulls back and smiles at you. "Just figured I'd bring you that. You seem like you could use a little extra pick-me-up."

"That's sweet of you, babe. Thank you." You take a sip of coffee as Frank settles in the open space between you and Gerard.

Despite the fact that you have absolutely zero personal space, you feel ten times more alive now than you did an hour ago, thanks in equal measure to the caffeine entering your bloodstream and the men that you're sharing the couch with.

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By the time that the show ends that night, you feel like you've been dragged to hell and back.

You're fucking exhausted, though you know you aren't the only one. The guys are all disheveled and half-dead-looking, in their usual states of post-show disarray.

Ray spends the entire ride back showing everyone his newly acquired finger injury.

"Look at this shit!" he exclaims. "There was blood spurting all over the place during "Venom." Thought I was gonna pass out for a second."

"Meh." Frank shrugs, wearing his usual shit-eating grin. "I've seen worse."

"Inflicted worse is more like it," Mikey chimes in.

"Yeah, Frankie." Gerard elbows him in the side playfully. "You're just bitter because you weren't the cause of tonight's biggest injury. Hurts your pride."

"There's still time, you know," Frank shoots back, reciprocating his shove.

You roll your eyes as the four of them carry on, laughing and pushing each other around until Brian calls for them to knock it off.

For the love of God, you think to yourself. Please get me off of this bus with these boys.

Mercifully, you get your wish soon enough. The bus stops outside of the hotel, allowing the group of you to pile into the lobby to collect your keys.

As soon as you drop your bag onto the pull-out couch next to the bed in your hotel room, you heave a sigh of relief. You unzip the bag, collecting your pajamas and a maxi pad. "I'm going to take a shower," you inform Frank as he flops down onto the bed face-first.

He rolls over, looking up at you. Despite his obvious exhaustion, there's a familiar spark of mischief in his eyes.

No. More than mischief. He looks... Hungry.

"Can I join you?"

Dammit.

You sigh. "I mean, yeah, you can, but..." You turn around and head for the bathroom. "Don't get your hopes up, okay? I'm fucking tired. And let me get the water warmed up and stuff before you come barging in."

"Whatever you say, baby," he calls after you.

You hear the static of him flipping through the TV channels as you strip and turn off the faucet.

This is ridiculous, you think. He's totally gonna notice that you're bleeding if you shower together. He'll probably be even more grossed out if you don't tell him beforehand. Maybe you should have vetoed the shower suggestion to begin with. The more you think about it, the worse of an idea it seems to be.

Of course, it's too late for that by the time that he pulls the glass shower door aside and steps in with you a few minutes later.

As soon as his arms snake around your waist, you decide to just come out with it.

"I've got my period," you blurt out.

Frank just chuckles, seeming wholly unphased. "Okay?"

You blink, face burning. "Does that not, like... freak you out at all?"

"Why would it?" he asks. "We've been together for almost a year, babe. It's not like I didn't know it happened."

"I just thought, y'know... Since you wanted to join me in the shower, that you might want to..." You look down at the white tile floor. "Screw around or something."

"Well, not if you don't want to, of course," he replies easily. "But, in the off chance that you did want to... This would be the place."

You blink at this suggestion. "In a hotel shower?"

"Easy to wash away all the evidence." He leans down, pressing a kiss against your neck. You shiver slightly at the feeling of his lip ring pressing against your skin.

In all honesty, you aren't opposed to the idea at all, even less so as he continues to mouth at your neck. It's just that... Well, you hadn't expected this.

"Promise me you won't get super weird about it if it turns out... Well, gross?" you ask, just to be sure.

"I swear," Frank replies. "Not much freaks me out, babe."

"Alright," you reply. "So, how's this gonna work? Like... From a technical standpoint."

"I was thinking..." You let out a yelp of surprise as Frank pushes you back against the shower wall. "Like this?"

You hesitate with a frown. "This seems... Slippery," you say. "The last thing I want is to fall over going heels to Jesus in the shower."

"You won't," Frank assures you. "Just... Wrap your legs around my waist."

You blink at him. "Frank Anthony," you start. "If I end up knocking myself out, I am going to personally kick your ass as soon as I wake up."

"You won't," he repeats. He wraps his arms around your waist, holding you against the wall with a surprising amount of stability as you instinctively wrap your legs around him.

You swallow hard, feeling your heart beginning to speed up as you shift against the wall, getting reasonably comfortable. "Yeah," you mutter quietly. "Okay."

He gives you a soft smile, reaching out to gently tuck a lock of wet hair behind your ear. "Don't be nervous, babe," he tells you. "I've got you, see?"

As soon as the words leave his mouth, you feel his hand brushing against your inner thigh. "Frank." His name breaks up from your throat, edged with much more desperation than you expected. "Please..."

His lips brush lightly against yours before he pulls back again, his eyes boring into yours with that spark of intensity that drives you wild every time. "You want it, angel?" he asks. "Want to fuck yourself on my fingers?"

You nod, feeling the cold tile pressing against your skin. "Yeah," you say. "Yeah, I do."

"Thought so."

Your head falls against his shoulder as he shoves one finger inside of you, immediately going all the way up to the knuckle without any resistance.

You let out a soft whimper as he thrusts his finger in and out of you, setting a quick rhythm. "So easy," he says. "All wet and open for me..."

You wrap your arms tighter around his shoulders. "More," you manage weakly.

"You need more, huh? Need to be stretched out?" He adds another finger, keeping the pace he set before. "How's that?"

It's all you can do not to throw your head back against the wall. "Feels so good, Frankie. Fuck..." Your eyes fall closed as he continues to thrust his fingers into you.

You're so much more sensitive than usual. The feeling seems... Magnified, somehow, albeit being edged with a dull ache that isn't usually there. Despite the fact that your cramps are usually the absolute bane of your existence, you don't actually hate it. In fact, it's almost pleasant.

You gasp as his fingers press against a spot deep inside of you, causing your legs to tighten around him. "Right there, Frankie, oh my God..."

"So needy," he comments, repeating the action all over again. "My pretty girl, begging to come all over my fingers." He leans it to kiss you again, — long and deep this time, with teeth and tongue.

He's moving his hand even faster now, fingers hooking against just the right place, occasionally grinding the heel of his hand against your clit. It's all so overwhelming and so fucking dirty. Your head spins as his name breaks up from your throat, broken. "Frank..."

"Fucking do it." He presses his fingers up into you and holds them there, causing you to tense around him. "There we go... That's my girl..."

You clench around him, muffling your moan into his neck as you come apart. Your thighs tremble violently. You aren't sure if it's because of the position that you're in, or just the fact that everything feels so much more intense than usual, but it feels like it takes forever for you to stop shaking and come back down to earth.

You whine as Frank pulls his fingers out of you. Despite the fact that you just had one of the most intense orgasms in... Well, maybe ever, that burning ache is still there, heavy in the pit of your stomach.

You want more.

No. You need more.

You wrap your legs tighter around Frank's waist, gripping him like your life depends on it. "Need you to fuck me."

"Oh, yeah?" He meets your gaze, eyes flashing. "Tell me how bad you want it, baby."

If he wants you to beg, that won't be a problem. Not at all.

"Need it," you whine, gripping him tighter. "Need you to make me come again. Need to have you inside of me."

He groans. "Oh, Jesus," he mutters before lifting you up the slightest bit higher and pushing inside of you.

You let out a shrill, desperate sound as he fills you up, already clawing at his back. "Do it hard," you plead. "Please, Frankie."

He keeps his arms around you as he bucks up into you, crushing you against his chest so as to keep you from hitting your head on the wall.

"My fucking dirty girl," he says. "Wanted this so bad, but couldn't even ask for it."

"Didn't... didn't think you would... Oh, fuck..." Your attempts to explain yourself are cut off by your desperate whimpers as he fucks you at a bruising pace.

At this point, your belly isn't cramping so much anymore, but the angle ensures that your legs and back do. You can't even bring yourself to mind, however, as Frank fucks you. He's hitting all the right places, and it feels like every nerve ending in your body is awake and buzzing,

"Didn't think I'd what?" Frank asks. "Didn't think I'd want to touch you, just because you're bleeding? Fuck, baby... I couldn't care less." He looks down at your face, smiling slyly.

"Wish you could see yourself right now," he continues. "All blissed out and desperate. You're so..." His mouth moves down your neck as he drives into you, even harder. "Fucking... Beautiful..."

"Frank." You turn your head to the side, feeling your face burn as he continues mouthing along your neck, surely leaving behind a pattern of angry red marks. "Gonna come again..."

"No, no, angel. You gotta look at me."

Slowly, you turn back towards him, meeting his eyes again. That just makes it all the more intense and... Fuck.

You come around him with a high-pitched moan, digging your fingernails hard into his shoulder.

"So fucking pretty. Fuck, baby." Frank throws his head back as he follows you over the edge, coming inside you with a deep groan.

You stay pressed against the shower wall for a while, weak-kneed and lightheaded.

"Hold still," Frank tells you.

You let out a sigh as he slowly pulls out of you. You're afraid to look down and see the mess that you've made, but you can't stop yourself.

You cringe. It's just as bad as you expected. "Sorry about... That," you manage weakly.

Frank shakes his head. "We're in the shower for a reason, right?" he asks. "C'mere. Let me help you get cleaned up."

You slide down against the wall, forcing yourself to stand on shaking legs.

Once you're under the shower's spray, you realize that the water's gone cold. Still, you close your eyes, giving a shaky but contented sigh as Frank washes your back with the hotel soap.

"Can't believe you did that," you mutter as he passes the bar soap over to you so you can return the favor.

He chuckles. "Does it really surprise you that much?"

"Honestly, yeah." You put the bar of soap down and move on to the shampoo bottle, lathering the suds into his hair. "I mean, I wouldn't be so surprised if Gerard did it, but..."

"Hey, now," Frank cuts you off. "Are you really talking about Gerard after I gave you not one, but two mind-blowing, cramp-relieving orgasms?"

You laugh. "Don't even act like you haven't immediately started talking about Gerard after sex, too," you say. "He's constantly there, in the back of our minds. We can't get rid of him."

"I guess so." Frank leans back into your touch like an affectionate puppy before speaking up again. "You wanna know something?"

"What?"

"Gee was the one who actually, uh... Put the idea in my head."

You stop massaging the shampoo into his scalp, feeling your face burning. "Please tell me you're kidding."

"I wish I could," he replies solemnly. "He told me you were laying all over him because you had cramps. Said that you deserved, uh... A chance at natural relief, or something like that?" He shakes his head. "I dunno. More and more lately, I get the feeling that he must be into some weird shit."

You laugh. "Well, that weird shit helped," you say. "I guess I really am indebted to him now."

"Yeah," Frank agrees. "Might as well give him a big ol' kiss next time you see him as a thank you."

A smile spreads across your face. "I will, if you don't beat me to it."

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[disenchantingwrites]

Hold Me Close • F.I

It’s been weeks, months, since you got to see your husband. When he returns, you want nothing more than to be with him, and he has no objections.

Frank Iero x GN!Reader

A/N: I am so whipped for this man omg. My MCR hyperfixation has come back (I saw them and it's now my only personality trait) so there might be some more if I can fix my burnt out state :/

Word Count: 505

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Frank had been gone for so long; you were sure by the time he got back, you would have forgotten his face. Okay, yes, maybe you were being slightly dramatic, especially considering he video-called you almost every night, but it felt that way. Touring was always busy, and you were occupied, too, with work and the kids when they got back from school. It felt almost strange to have him back with you, and you knew it was weird, too, not being on tour, but both of you were glad to have each other so close now.

“I wish I could just curl up with you and never let you go,” you hummed, taking the space on the sofa beside Frank. He grinned at you, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“I know.” His hand snaked around your waist, pulling you tight against him. “I missed you.”

You smiled at his affection. “I missed you, too.” Your brain swirled with an idea, and before you or Frank could say anything, you were sitting on his lap, palms cupping his face.

“What’re you doing?” He frowned, hands immediately coming to your waist to keep you there.

You pressed a kiss to his forehead. He furrowed his eyebrows at your lacking response. Then you pressed one to his nose, then one to the spot beneath his eye. He grinned at your actions, a soft laugh passing his lips. Your thumbs stroked his cheeks as you pressed your lips to his jaw, ignoring the stubble.

“Is this how you plan to spend your lunch break?” He queried, amused as he pressed his forehead to the top of your head. You hummed in response and shrugged. “I’m not complaining, but you should get something to eat.”

“I can eat while I work, Frank. Just let me spend this with you. I haven’t seen you in so long.”

You pressed another kiss to his cheek on the opposite side. He didn't respond, only ran his hands up and down your sides. You pulled back for a moment, silently looking into each other’s eyes before you smiled at him. He returned it momentarily. You leaned down and pressed your lips against his into a tender kiss that felt like it lasted for an eternity, which still wasn't enough.

“I love you,” you murmured.

“I love you, too, sweetheart,” Frank replied.

He leant forward and connected your lips again. You curled your fingers into his hair, unable to repress your grin. You pulled away and pressed another kiss to his forehead. Your hand slipped down to the scorpion tattoo on the side of his neck. He hummed your name, and your eyes darted back to him.

“How long do you have until you’ve got to get back to work?” His fingers were trailing back down your sides, only to slip under the hem of your shirt. “Because...”

You could catch the innuendo he uttered and rolled your eyes. “Little more than half an hour.”

Frank’s grin widened. “Brilliant.”

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[mcrimagines]

imagine: Frank Iero is crawling in your ear, you tell him to stop- but he is in there.

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[louscartridge]

hey! can i request a ray toro x fem!reader?

ray is like inlove with y/n and tries so hard to hide it but one night after a show (y/ns in the band) he finds her alone and decides to go for it? really sweet and fluffy plsplsols

im SO SORRY that this took like a month for me to write omg wtf

cw- kinda nothing 

“we wanna thank you guys so much for coming out. thanks for helping out, and uh- this is gonna be the last talk, there’s not gonna be an encore, this is it. so i wanna thank you all very much. from the bottom of our hearts. we hope you had a great time, we had an amazing time being here. thank you.” gerard manages to say to the audience breathlessly.   if it weren’t for the mic stand he was leaning on he would probably be collapsed on the floor like frank.

you use gerard’s speech as an opportunity to take a break and get another bottle of water backstage.

before getting up you look at mikey, who was walking around. he was close to you so you poke him with one of your drum sticks. he looks at you with raised eyebrows and you point to backstage and make a drinking motion with your hand.

he immediately shakes his head yes, so you set down the two drumsticks on the floor. you get up from behind gerard and walk over to the left where ray is.

ray puts his arm up to your middle stopping you. “where are you going?” he shouts over the crowd and gerard.

“just backstage to get another water!” you shout back as ray starts to slowly lower his arm.

“oh ok!” he says his arm now by his side again but he still stands close to you.

almost as soon as you start walking again he grabs your arm, hand sliding down to your wrist.

“yes?” you question, just wanting to get some more water before you pass out onstage.

“can i come with you?”

“yeah? if you want”

you start walking backstage, the crowd no longer visible from the curtain hanging beside you. the security and a few other people move out of the way for you guys to go through.

you go to take out your earpiece but your arm feels heavier than usual.

‘he didnt let go of my hand? why didnt he let go? hell, why didn’t i notice?’ you think to yourself.

you assume he had realised the same thing since he quickly let go and put his hands in the pockets of his jeans, chuckling nervously.

“why did you wanna come with me anyway? im not doing anything interesting. just getting water”

“oh. uh- i’m not really sure?”

you grab a bottle from the small table backstage, opening it immediately and drinking the cool water down quickly. it gives him time to think, to decide what he wants to say.

“yeah i really don’t know....” he hums and stands awkwardly next to you.

“do you know what time it is?” you ask, and the humming abruptly stops.

“uhh probably around ten? late nine?”

“okay, ‘cause i have a friend who lives here and we wanted to meet up and go somewhere, hang out for a bit, but we never set a time because things like this can be a bit unpredictable” you explain, laughing slightly at the end.

“friend?” ray slowly asked, inching closer to you.

you hum in response, taking a sip of your water again.

“yeah”

“what friend? do i know this friend?” he continued.

“why are you asking so many questions?” you scoff.

ray’s eyes rush to look away from you. “well- i mean- you dont have to answer then, i was just… wondering.” he stutters.

“i’m joking. yes you do know them.” you say calmly, not answering his first question and just teasing him.

“and their name is..?”

“are you jealous ray?” you respond, turning to face him head-on.

“why would i be jealous? i don’t have a reason to be jealous, i just want you to be safe.”

“it’s okay if you like me you know… i like you too. i can drop that other person. they suck anyway.”

his eyes widened.

“oh… no, no i don’t wanna ruin anything.”

you could tell he was having a hard time speaking, his eyes darting around, looking everywhere but you. laughing quietly, you turn and walk back over to the table.

god did ray love that laugh.

“with alex? you couldn’t ruin anything with her. she’s been begging me to ask you out for months now!” you stomp and roll your eyes.

ray let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding, his entire body relaxing with it. “you could’ve just said it was alex!”

“yeahhh well i didn’t, so!” your words fill the uncomfortable, awkward silence.

luckily ray breaks the tension after you say that.

“i, uhh.. i think gerard’s almost done so we should get back out.”

“yeah probably.”

ray nods and turns around and goes to walk up the slightly slanted floor, back to the stage.

“wait!” you yell to ray a lot louder than you meant to.

“yes?” he turns back to you, confused.

he barely even notices the tears glittering in your eyes as you quickly walk over to him, terrified that what you’re about to do won’t go well.

you could kiss him, yes, but what if he didn’t kiss you back?

grabbing his same hand that had grabbed yours earlier, you pull him closer to you and lock your lips with his. it was a soft and gentle kiss, passionate but still careful.

you tried not to move until you felt that he was kissing you back. you closed your eyes in relief and his hands come up to your cheeks.

both of you pull away after a moment, needing air, completely unable to tear your eyes away from eachother.

your eyes glance down.

“oh shit!” you suddenly exclaim, a little too loudly, making his eyes go wide.

“what?!” he questions, panicking.

“you didn’t turn off your microphone did you?” you said, pointing to the microphone that was clipped onto his black shirt.

“oh shit.”

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[ellewptv]

Dear love…

Sometimes I wish I could have the same command over my body and thoughts as you have over me effortlessly.

If only you knew the power that every little thing you do has over me.

If you could understand that all I need is a glance, and I would give up everything and everyone I have just for your company.

If you knew that I don't mind being a sick person because it is my illness that makes me obsessed with you.

If you had the slightest notion of how much I need you, how much I love you.

How I cannot function if you're not by my side.

How I've forgotten how to live when you're away.

If only you knew all this, you wouldn't have done what you did to me.

You wouldn't have even approached me.

How much can a wounded beauty ignite curiosity?

And how much can curiosity hurt?

Why do we put ourselves in such situations? Why do we keep digging even when we know that what we are going to find will destroy us?

I was your muse, wasn't I? I was perfect for your melancholic love songs.

You were so intimate in some lyrics, so precise.

Will you sing about this forever and remember me?!

Tell me you will.

It couldn't have been any different.

Your songs are like a journal with pages stained with tears and coffee.

They are open wounds that never healed.

They are pleas for help and desperate declarations of love. Yours, mine, and ours, intertwined as one.

It hasn't been that long since we were one.

You could read my mind just as I always could read yours.

You knew I would be upset even before the trigger occurred.

How did you do it?

How did you stay for so long even after witnessing everything?

And why did you decide to leave after all the time it took for me to trust you?

Why didn't you leave at my first warning that I wasn't good? Why didn't you listen to me? Or my friends? Or my own father?!

Why did you choose to stay?

Why did you make me trust you?

Why did you end up becoming and bearing the weight of being my favorite person when you knew damn well what that meant?

Why did you run away from me while I was screaming for you?

Why can't I hate you yet?

Why do I still love you more than anything?

Take it away from me. Only you can. Please, I beg you. Take it away from me.

I know you deserve to be happy. And she seems perfect for you.

But I deserve that too. Don't you think?

I deserve it too.

We even went as far as naming our nonexistent children before even considering the reasons why I was such a tormented person.

We made plans before knowing about anything that could shatter them.

You pretended not to care when I told you I wouldn't bring a life into this world that would be half yours.

You didn't understand me, how could you?!

I'm sorry. I wanted that more than anything. But I couldn't, you know I couldn't.

I wouldn't forgive myself for letting the most important person in my existence go through this hell.

I prefer to think about what she could become, while I take solace in the idea of her being healthy only in my imagination, without the need to exist in this world that not even we, artists with wounded souls, comprehend the importance and meaning of.

The red hair dye color diluted in the water that day as the steam from the hot water enveloped me.

The colored water flowed down my body until it reached my thigh. The red color there was darker and trickled more slowly than the one coming from my scalp.

You noticed that even before seeing what was there.

Before understanding the magnitude of it all.

I asked you to turn off the light before undressing me. You didn't want to.

You said, looking deep into my eyes, that you wanted to see me entirely, inside and out.

Every detail of my being. Especially the ugly and dark ones, the ones that never saw the sunlight, the ones that grew and thrived in solitude.

Those were the ones you wanted. Those were the ones I was afraid to touch.

Those were the ones that seeped through my scars.

But you asked me to show them to you, and I did. I did because I needed you. I would do anything for you.

I would dig my own wounds with my nails to give you what you desire but don't care about.

I changed that night.

I woke up afraid of what you had become to me.

English is not my first language, so I don't think it will have the same impact as it does in my native language. I wrote this a few days after being diagnosed with BPD. I had a lot of meltdowns during those days. It came out of me in a way that has never happened before. I decided to post it because surprisingly I liked it.

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Study Break - Frank Iero x Reader

Summary: You’re stressing yourself out over an exam while on tour and Frank tries to take care of you. Reader: can be read as any gender Warnings: stress, language Word count: 2 153 A/N: I have an exam in pretty exactly 12hours from posting this. Instead of studying I wrote what was supposed to be a drabble but ended up being this.

You had known it was a stupid idea even before you had decided on it, but the idea of letting someone else play your part, of letting someone else play the songs and melodies you had helped come up with had just felt absolutely wrong. But now that you were on tour with My Chemical Romance, knowing you would have to write this stupid exam two days after returning home, you felt like perhaps, just maybe, you should have sat this one out.

The past years had already been hard enough, with driving or flying out to foreign cities as soon as the last lecture of the week was over, playing two or three shows and barely making it back to the classroom in time on Monday morning. One more year of this, you told yourself, and then you would have your degree, and could go on tour with your friends, relaxing between shows just like them, instead of studying for what felt like every waking minute you did not spend on stage. But right now the promise of a whole more year of this was agonizing, especially when you already felt like the next exercise was too much.

Falling backwards onto the mattress of your bunk, in which you had sat, crouched over your book, you let out a quiet sigh. Three days until the exam. The last show of this leg of the tour was tonight, a little more than eight hours away. Maybe you should take a break, have some milk or a snack. After all you had studied since you had finished breakfast, after only a short night.

As if your thoughts had been heard, there was a quiet knock against the frame of your bunk. You groaned affirmatively, and a moment later Frank pushed the curtain you had drawn closed aside, and poked his head in.

“I brought snacks,” he declared, showing you how he was balancing a cup of cold strawberry milk and a plate with cut fruits, crackers and cheese in one hand. The cup was so cold, that condensed water from the warm bus was already running down at the sides, collecting as drops on the bottom.

“Oh my god, you are an angel,” you laughed, and sat up, taking the treats from him, and placing them on the narrow board that functioned as your headboard. “Where are the others?”

The bus had stopped what you assumed must have been a few hours ago, and not much later you had heard the other band members getting ready to go out.

“Exploring the city,” Frank shrugged. “I’m kinda certain Mikey’ll be close to missing sound-check again because he found some ice cream parlour or something.”

With furrowed brows you watched Frank gesture at you.

“What?”

“Move! I’m coming in.”

“Frank-”

All protest was futile as Frank heaved himself up and into your bunk, falling half on top of you in the narrow space.

“Oh, hello there,” he grinned, his face only inches away from yours, leaning on his elbow right besides your head.

“Get off,” you grumbled, quickly trying to crawl out from underneath Frank without him noticing the how embarrassed you had gotten all of a sudden. It was not unusual for Frank to invade your space, which you anything but minded. Still he hardly was ever as close as now, and you did not trust yourself to not do something really stupid if he stayed this close for longer.

“Whoa, so hostile,” Frank pouted, but rolled off of you, almost falling out of the bunk bed in the process, before he sat up. “So, when was the last time you took a proper break?”

The speed at which he went from childishly playful to caring and serious might one day give you whiplash.

“When was the last time you minded your own business,” you answered, sitting up again, so your back was to him and leaning over the book once more, checking the sheet of paper besides it to see which exercise you had to do next.

“I’m serious. You won’t learn anything without proper breaks.”

You had lost count of how many times you had lead similar conversations with him in the past weeks.

“I know, just another...” you counted the numbers on the sheet, “another 4 exercises.”

“How about-” you felt Frank move behind you, before he leant over your shoulder and reached for a piece of cut strawberry, “you do these exercises after the break.”

Placing his other hand on your chin, he turned your head enough to feed you the piece of strawberry, which most definitely made your face heat up. If he noticed, he did not say anything, and instead watched you with raised eyebrows, as you unhappily chewed on the fruit. But you had to admit, the sweet taste and intense aroma was better than most of the stuff you had had in the last weeks, if not months.

“Good?”

Begrudgingly you nodded in agreement, making Frank smile.

“See, not that hard.”

He reached for another piece of fruit, intending to continue feeding you, but you turned your head away, trying to maintain some sort of pride.

“I can eat myself, thanks,” you mumbled, and took the piece of apple from Frank.

“Fine, but then do it,” he replied, not at all salty, rather amused. He knew how close to a breakdown you were due to all the stress and the pressure of performing well both on stage and in the upcoming exam.

With a deep sigh you popped the apple in your mouth, and grabbed the plate before turning so your back was leaning against the outside of the bus. A victorious grin spread over Frank’s face as he watched you take a cracker first, before he grabbed a few grapes for himself. Sitting in silence you shared the food he had brought for you. It was a comfortable silence, one you were only able to share with him, nobody else. And yet the whole time you noticed him watching you. By the time you had finished eating, your mood had brightened a little, and quizzically you looked at Frank.

“What is it?”

Frank shrugged, his eyes scanning your face worriedly.

“Just… you need to take better care of yourself, you know?”

You sighed, having heard the same sermon many times already.

“I know, I know,” you shook your head. “But it’s not like I can pass this exam without studying for it.”

“That’s not- Listen, I have the highest respect for you, doing both the band and college at the same time, and I know you have to study. It’s just… I think you’d do still way good enough with a little less stressing yourself out. I just don’t want you to- I don’t know, have a breakdown or something.”

“I’m having a breakdown approximately every thirty minutes,” you joked humourlessly.

“And that’s the problem! I mean, how much did you sleep last night, huh?” Frank scooted a little closer to you, taking the plate out of your hand and placing it next to the untouched glass of strawberry milk on the little shelf. “Four hours? Five at max, right?”

You only shrugged in response, not feeling like telling him that it had probably been closer to three than to four hours.

“Please,” Frank pleaded, his eyes big as he grabbed your hands in his rough ones. “Take breaks, take a walk or a nap, eat something, drink a glass of water- I don’t care what, just take better care of yourself.”

Only half of what he was saying actually reached you, since he had lent so close that his face was only inches from yours. Up this close you could see every single dark lash, the small specks in his eyes, the faint, almost invisible freckles on his nose.

It seemed as if in just that moment Frank himself had grown aware of the proximity, of how you were holding your breath, of the intimacy of the moment.

You were about to take a breath, about to say something to diffuse the tension like you always did, in order to not make him uncomfortable, when Frank’s eyes shortly, but noticeably, skipped to your lips.

“Fuck this,” he swore in the small space between you, before closing it and pressing his lips to yours.

Surprised – pleasantly surprised – you inhaled, your hand, which was not clasped in Frank’s, coming up to his neck, holding him in place. The kiss was soft and warm, in the already too warm bunk, it tasted of summer, of strawberries and watermelon and the relief of breaks from studying. It was fresh air, and yet familiar, Frank was familiar, his smell, the feeling of his hair between your fingers. The way he kissed you was gentle, nothing like the kisses he threatened to chase Gerard or Ray around on stage with. Those were sweat and spit and teeth, but this, right here, right now, was careful, as if he was scared to hurt you, or to be pushed away.

You lost track of time, had no idea for how long you had been kissing Frank, only that you began to grow dizzy with happiness, or lack of oxygen, it was hard to tell. But it didn’t matter, it didn’t matter because you were kissing Frank, and Frank was kissing you, and it felt like somehow, in all that stress and chaos and pressure, somehow everything had fallen into place, as if you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

Eventually Frank broke the kiss, both of you breathing heavily.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he mumbled, but the way he kept his forehead pressed to yours told you he did not feel all too guilty about having kissed you without having asked for your consent first.

“Don’t be,” you answered, and kissed him again, short, softer this time, but it made him smile so hard he broke the kiss again.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so fucking long,” he grinned, his eyes searching for yours.

The only thing you were able to say to that was a weak ‘yeah’, which made Frank grin even more, if that was still possible.

For a while you sat like that, heads leant against each other, shut away from the real world outside the small bunk bed, Frank playing with your fingers and you watching him.

Only the crash of the forcefully thrown open bus door startled you, and all of a sudden everything came flooding back, the tour, the other band members, the show tonight, the exam, the studying-

“Hey Frankie, where are you,” Gerard shouted, his steps nearing the bed area.

Alarmed you sat up, anxiously looking over to Frank. As perfect as the kiss and the silence afterwards had been, you had no idea if Frank meant the others to find out. But Frank just tightened his fingers around yours gently, before answering the lead singer.

“Hey, Frankie, (y/n), we were just wondering- did you two make out?”

Gerard had, with far less care for boundaries than Frank previously, ripped open the curtain to your bunk bed and eyed the two of you suspiciously. Only then you realised that, even if there were a decent amount of distance between the two of you, and no hand-holding, Frank’s lips were still red and slightly swollen from the kiss, and so were yours most likely.

“Jealous,” Frank asked cockily, demonstratively intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Of (y/n)? Definitely,” Gerard giggled, making Frank and you both laugh. “Anyway, we were going to order some pizza, you guys want some too?”

Both Frank and you nodded in agreement, and Gerard let you know to join the rest of the band in front of the bus to choose what you wanted from a flyer the others had found somewhere, before he disappeared as quickly as he had turned up.

“Just so we’re clear here,” Frank started, watching as you slowly stretched, “I’ve liked you for a real fucking long time, and if it were up to me, we wouldn’t go back to how things were… before.”

You turned to look at him, a comfortable warmth spreading through your chest at his words.

“Then we won’t,” you told him, noticing how he relaxed at your reply.

He grinned, before he slipped out of the bunk bed, and once you had gotten out as well, he immediately intertwined his fingers with yours again. He was about to lead out to the front of the bus, when his eyes fell to your other hand, holding the book you had been working with before.

“Seriously,” he deadpanned and raised his eyebrows at you.

“Seriously. Only four more exercises, I’ll be finished by the time the pizza arrives.”

Frank rolled his eyes but grinned.

“Fine, fine,” he sighed, and pressed a kiss to your forehead before he led you out to the others.

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[anystalker707]

That guy from the local band

Pairing: Gerard x [afab] Reader Word count: ~ 1 100 Genre: Smut / Drabble Summary: One thing leads to another after you talk with the singer of the local band. Kind of content: Dom-Sub dinamics / Biting / Oral / Overstim *Not proofread

Requested by @melavoris [Hey! I saw a reddit post saying they'd had sex with Gerard in like 2002(seen below) and i just think it'd be sooo cool fi (...)]

MASTERLIST

          Gerard Way. The name rolled off your tongue in a whisper as you still processed what was happening. He really was just letting you undo his shirt’s buttons and touch all over him while you straddled his hips; he made sure to prop up on his elbows to watch you. Something about that shy look from under dark lashes made something stir in your lower stomach, which only intensified when you ran your nails down his chest and he whimpered.

Red lines were left behind on Gerard’s pale torso in a soft contrast. There was something about the submissiveness in his actions that just motivated you to keep going—which, actually, had gotten the two of you on your bed like that after a gig of his band, a local thing that was just starting. A long makeout session eventually escalated after you finally got a grasp of what Gerard’s little whimpers meant.

“Let me touch you?” He whispered, quietly. “Please.”

Resisting that question was fucking impossible.

It was a matter of time until your clothes were all on the ground and, before you could really do anything, Gerard bent down between your thighs, his breath hot over your pussy as he brought your thighs over his shoulders. Just the proximity was enough to make your pussy throb a little in anticipation, mouth going dry as you watched him observe you with such dark eyes that carried such a pleading hint.

You gave him a slow nod, which was enough for Gerard to start what he intended to do. His tongue, warm and wet, ran up your slit just right. It moved around experimentally, carefully measuring each spot and exploring exactly where he would get more reactions from you. His hands tightened around the sides of your thighs to hold them in place, fingers sinking into the skin just perfectly, grip warm and caring at the same time it is firm. His hands tightened once he settled down, using your thighs as leverage to press closer, the movements of his tongue becoming more assertive.

A shaky gasp escaped your lips, making you shift a little, trying to hold back from rolling your lips onto his tongue when he pressed it flat against your pussy, rolling against your clit and flicking. The way he did it snatched moans from you shamefully easily, making you arch your back against the mattress and fist the sheets, trying to ground yourself before how easily Gerard was already making your mind become fuzzy.

If just his tongue already did wonders like that... You couldn’t help but let out a louder moan when Gerard’s lips wrapped around your puffy clit, giving it all his attention as he lapped his tongue at it and around. Your hand immediately flew to his head as you rolled your hips against him, tugging a little onto the greasy strands until you suddenly pulled away.

“S—Sorry,” you whispered breathlessly, “I didn’t mean to—”

“More,” Gerard mumbled before he went back to sucking at your clit, and the way he moaned against you at the moment you tugged on your hair again just snatched a louder moan from you. Fuck.

You could feel your release peaking in the distance, approaching faster than usual with the way Gerard’s tongue worked so much against your clit. The suction he added to it, just—

A string of moans and incoherent words spilled from your lips as you reached your high, waves of pleasure running up your body and clashing down, leaving a throbbing sensation between your legs that slowly built into the overstimulation. Gerard didn’t stop there, now letting his tongue trace your entrance and poke in to lap into your insides, licking up the remainings of your orgasm, letting the mix of spit and cum run down your ass and pool down, making a mess, but it didn’t even fucking matter. You were too lost in how fucking good his mouth felt against you.

Wouldn’t he stop, though? You’d already come, but he kept going, doing even more this time, enough to send your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you tugged onto his hair to pull him even closer.

Gerard managed to get you somewhat spent before he pleasured himself with something other than rutting against the covers. He looked over at how you were sprawled on the mattress, biting on his lip. “Can I?”

You had to blink a couple of times to ground yourself to reality rather than the throbbing between your legs. Damn it. You didn’t even have the strength to adjust yourself on the bed, only nodding in response. “Yeah, go on,” you mumbled, letting out a quiet sound at the feeling of his cock pressing to your pussy.

Gerard’s cock slipped in so easily, but also felt so, so good. It made you let out higher pitched sounds with the overstimulation, immediately wrapping your arms around Gerard’s shoulders the moment he started moving.

Your breathing became shaky, nails sinking into Gerard’s shoulders as it was difficult to hold yourself back now with all the overstimulation—even holding back tears was hard, the sounds escaping your lips way too easily, higher pitched than usual.

“Harder,” he breathed once he felt your nails sinking into the skin. “Scratch it.”

 It took your overwhelmed brain a couple of moments to process what he said, but you sank your nails into his back again, letting your nails sink into his back harder, which easily had Gerard’s hips snapping into yours with more force. Breathy words were muttered among whiny moans that came from him as he had his face right next to yours, gasping into your ear. Hell.

It was easy to drift your eyes to his neck, observe the flushed skin... Leaning in to bite onto Gerard’s neck was an automatic reaction, which had just the expected reaction. His hips snapped into yours at the same moment and he couldn’t help but start babbling for more again, groaning as his grip tightened around your thigh to keep fucking you until your next release hit you shamefully easily. It didn’t take long until Gerard ended up coming as well, pulling out before he could, letting the hot and sticky mess drip all over your torso.

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[ghoulgirlwrites]

You’re the One That Gets Into My Head

Pairing: Frank Iero x Female Reader

Era: Revenge

Requested by: Anon

Word Count: ~2200

Summary/Request: hi there! if i could have a request where the reader uses she/her pronouns with frank from the revenge era, with the sharing one bed trope + enemies to lovers, that would be great. if not, totally okay!! 🥰🖤🖤

A/N: Title is taken from How These Things Go by The Wild & Free, one of my fave indie bands. Also the line where he asks to kiss her is taken from The Program by Suzanne Young, my new favorite book. Enjoy!

--

You and Frank had hated each other on sight, ever since that first band practice when you’d auditioned to be their keyboardist. That had been a few months ago. You weren’t really sure who or what had started it, but you two just didn’t get along. Despite that, when the band had voted on whether you should be their keyboardist, he’d voted yes. It wasn’t professional, it was personal.

Everything he did annoyed you. His incessant pot smoking. His propensity for acting like a wild animal onstage and knocking over everything in sight (he’d damaged your keyboard more than once, but had paid for the repairs with a nonchalant apology that you didn't believe for a second). His habit of getting in everyone’s space. His stupid laugh. His stupid smile. His stupid voice. The stupid way you could feel him watching you onstage.

You were on tour with MyChem while you promoted Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge. You had a few days off between shows, so you decided to have some fun. Well, as much fun as you could have while hanging around with Frank.

“Hey, I bet you ten bucks I can get the bartender’s number,” Frank said to Ray, nudging him with an elbow.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re a pig.”

Frank snorted, giving an uncanny impression of the aforementioned animal, grinning at you. You hated the way his lip ring glinted in the low light of the bar.

“She’s just a woman doing her job,” you continued, glaring at Frank.

Frank arched an eyebrow, his grin turning into a smirk. “What, are you jealous, Y/N?”

“Of course not!” You grumbled, but you couldn’t ignore how your cheeks burned and you hoped he didn’t notice.

You also couldn’t ignore the fact that, underneath all that hatred, you were hopelessly drawn to Frank. And it wasn’t for nothing. You had eyes and could tell he was attractive. And he wasn’t a total monster. For instance, there had been times when you’d been harassed by guys on the road and he’d stood up for you, but when you thanked him, he just rolled his eyes at you and told you not to mention it again.

“You’re on, man,” Ray said.

“I can’t believe you two,” you scoffed.

Frank flagged down the bartender. You watched in amusement as Frank tried a dumb pickup line, to which the bartender just shrugged him off and refilled his water glass, walking away to serve someone else.

Ray barked out a laugh before holding out his hand. “Pay up, dude.”

Frank glowered at him, digging for his wallet and muttering about how he could’ve had her.

You turned to Frank. “I think you might be the worst person I’ve ever met.”

He gave you a smile with way too much teeth. “What can I say? I’m a charmer.”

--

Several hours had gone by. You’d had way too much to drink and were definitely starting to feel it. There was a warm, tingly feeling throughout your body and the sharp edges of the world seemed to soften a bit. You looked around, noticing that Gerard, Mikey, Ray, and your drummer were no longer sitting with you. The only one left was Frank.

“Wh-where’d everybody go?” You asked, your words tangling together on the tip of your tongue.

He rolled his eyes. “They left…like ages ago. You didn’t notice?”

“No,” you said.

He snorted. “Not very observant, are you?”

You shoved him, or at least you tried to without losing your balance on the barstool. “Shuddup, Iero.”

“And since they ditched us, I’m the one stuck taking you home,” he grumbled.

“It’s your lucky day!” You said.

“Yeah, yeah. We should probably get outta here so we can get a taxi to the motel,” he said.

“But whyyy? There are drinks here!”

“And you don’t need anymore alcohol in you. Now c’mon,” he said.

He hopped down from his barstool and waited for you to do the same.

“What’s wrong with you?” He asked.

“I can’t get down, I might fall!” You said.

He groaned. “Fine.” He took your hands and you tried to ignore the way your heart fluttered. He draped your limp arms around his neck and wrapped his arms around your waist, hoisting you out of your seat before setting you on your feet.

“C’mon, time to go,” he whispered, leading you out of the bar, the two of you still wrapped around each other.

The cab ride back to the motel was a blur. The whole way there, Frank didn’t speak to you at all. You were partly thankful, since that meant he wasn’t saying anything rude or mean to you, but also in your drunken state, you wondered if you should talk to him. This moment felt significant somehow, and charged with a tension that you felt you could cut with a knife, had you been sober enough to be trusted to wield one.

Once the cab arrived at the motel, Frank wordlessly led you to the front desk, holding you up as he claimed the key and went to the room. Based on Frank’s low grumblings, you surmised that the others had claimed all the other rooms, leaving you and Frank to share. Frank clearly wasn’t happy, but you naively hoped this would give you a chance to talk.

He unlocked the door and led you inside. His gaze swept around the room, before he swore softly. You looked up to see what he was talking about and immediately noticed there was only one bed, a double bed that took up most of the room.

“I’m sleeping on the floor,” Frank said, not sounding too happy at the prospect.

He helped you into bed, taking the extra blanket and a few pillows before laying down on the floor.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he whispered.

“‘Night, Frank,” you whispered back.

You rolled over and tried to sleep, but the bed felt too big and you were feeling guilty that Frank had to sleep on the hard floor.

“Frank?” You hissed.

“What?” He asked, sounding just as awake as you felt.

“Can you--can you come sleep in the bed with me?” You asked.

“Why?”

You sighed. “Because the bed is too big for just me and I feel bad that you’re on the floor.”

“I volunteered to be on the floor,” he said.

“Yes, but wouldn’t you rather sleep in a bed?”

“Yeah, but I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable,” he said.

“The bed’s big enough for both of us, stop being such a baby,” you said.

“I’m not the one who can’t sleep in a bed all by herself,” he said.

“Just get up here!” You snapped.

“Fine, fine. Geez, woman,” he grumbled.

In the blackness, you heard him scramble to his feet and shuffle towards the bed. You felt the mattress sink as he joined you, curling up on the edge of the bed.

“Better?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you said.

“Good,” he said. “You stay on your side and I’ll stay on mine, right?”

“Right,” you said.

It was quiet then as you both tried to fall asleep, but you still found yourself unable to shut your eyes and rest.

“Frank?” You asked.

“What?” He hissed.

“Why do we hate each other?” You asked. That question had been on your mind for most of the night.

“I don’t know anymore,” he murmured, sounding far away.

“Maybe…we could stop hating each other,” you said.

“Why?” He asked, his voice cracking slightly around the word.

“Because I don’t really hate you and I actually think you’re cute,” you said, thankful he couldn’t see your face in the dark, since your cheeks were burning with the heat of your confession.

“You’re drunk, you won’t even remember this in the morning,” he whispered, sounding surprisingly hurt by the idea.

“Yes, I will,” you said, hating him all over again for suggesting that.

“Just go to sleep,” he whispered. “Please.”

“Fine, I will,” you huffed, contemplating sleeping on the floor yourself.

--

The next morning, you awoke with your head on someone’s chest. You briefly wondered just what the hell you’d gotten up to last night, when you remembered everything. The bar, the drinks, Frank taking you back to the room, Frank…

Your heart started to race, but then you felt the fabric of his shirt beneath your cheek, ruling out anything too bad. You chanced a glance at his face, but he was already watching you, looking…oddly emotional?

You glared at him. “What the hell are you looking at, Iero?”

His eyes widened, then he returned your glare. “Not much, clearly.”

“What, regretting bringing me back to bed?”

“I’m not the one who didn’t stay on their side,” he snapped.

“And get your hands off me!” You snapped back, having just noticed his arms were wrapped around you.

He looked down, as if just now realizing his arms were attached to his body and obliged. You felt a sudden chill where there had once been warmth and regretted snapping at him, but you wouldn’t have been able to bear it if he’d noticed on his own and had said something.

“M’sorry,” he mumbled, averting his gaze from you, but not before you saw a flash of hurt in his hazel eyes. What the hell?

--

You and Frank got ready, grabbed your stuff, and went to meet the others on the bus to drive to the venue. Then you headed backstage to get ready for the show. All day, you’d been making your usually dumb comments towards Frank, trying to get him to snap back at you like he usually did, but you were just met with cold silence. When he did look at you, he had the same look of hurt in his eyes, as much as he seemed to be trying to hide it.

“What’s wrong with Iero?” You asked Ray, who was sitting on the couch near you.

“Why are you asking me? He’s been like this all day and before that, he was with you,” he said.

You snorted in indignation. “What, you think I did something to him?”

“I didn’t say that,” Ray said.

“But you were thinking it,” you said.

Ray sighed. “Y/N, have you ever thought that you might be hurting each other and that you should try getting along?”

“He’s the one who--”

“Right, stupid question,” Ray said.

“Ray…”

“Just think about what I said, okay?”

You sighed. “Fine.”

On stage tonight, you felt Frank’s eyes on you almost the entire time. And during “I’m Not Okay,” instead of “trust me,” Frank said, “Lie to me, Y/N.” When you looked over at him, his hazel eyes pierced your own, taking you off-guard.

When the show was over, you all went backstage. You felt a gentle hand wrap its fingers around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

“Y/N?” Frank asked.

You turned and he let go of your wrist.

“Yeah?”

“Can I…can we talk? On the bus?” He asked, tugging at his lip ring with his teeth, a nervous habit of his you couldn’t help but notice.

“Sure,” you said.

You felt everyone watching the two of you walk out together, but you paid them no mind. Frank held the door for you as you left the venue and again when you climbed onto the bus. You sat down together in the front lounge of the bus.

Frank looked down at his tattooed fingers as if seeing them for the first time. “Look, last night, you said some things and I guess I’m just wondering whether you really meant them.”

“I was drunk, okay?”

“You seriously don’t remember?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at you.

“No, what did I say?” Your stomach churned.

“You asked me why we hated each other and then you said maybe we could stop hating each other because you thought I was cute,” he said.

“Oh god,” you whispered.

“So what, were you telling the truth or was it just more bullshit, huh?” He asked, his eyes blazing.

“Why do you care so much? You hate me,” you said, even though you questioned the truth of that.

“Y/N…” Frank’s voice sounded tired, but you kept talking.

“You hate me and we don’t get along and we probably never will and--”

“Y/N, stop. I--”

“--so why is it so important to you what I think?”

“Because I really like you, okay?” Frank burst out. “And I think you’re cute too. More than that, I think you’re gorgeous and last night, you--you curled up against me and I lay there dreading when morning came because I knew things would be like this. I tried to stay on my side of the bed, give you your space, but you rolled over and grabbed onto me and I never wanted you to let go. That’s why I was looking at you this morning, because I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful in my entire life.”

“Oh yeah? Well…well…fuck!” You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Fuck, Frank. Why did you have to say that? I don’t wanna have feelings for you!”

“But you do, right?” He asked, a smirk creeping onto his face.

“Yeah, duh,” you said.

“So maybe we can both just…drop our weapons and be…be okay with each other,” he said.

“You really think that could work?” You asked.

“We’ll never know unless we try. I wanna try, Y/N. Please,” he said. He reached up and brushed his fingers against your face. “Would you let me kiss you? Please?” He asked, looking more nervous than you’d ever seen him.

“Yes,” you whispered and with that, Frank pressed his lips to yours, softly at first, but then harder, more passionately.

Finally, you broke off for air. “Wanna go tell the others the good news?” Frank asked.

“Later. Right now, I want you to kiss me again,” you said.

“That can be arranged,” he said, grinning at you and crashing his lips against yours once more.

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[the-rarest-sexiest-coinkydink]

Just Tattoo of Us (Frank Iero x reader)

(Started writing: 21:09, Finished writing: 22:48) 

Word count: 1296 

Summary: Frank and (y/n) have agreed to draw each other something to get tattooed - but this leads to something that takes them both a little by surprise. 

AN: Guys lol I had a sudden urge to write something for Frank because it’s his birthday so here you go!! (I promise I’m not ignoring my kinktober duties I am just getting very annoying writer’s block rn) 

“You’d better not be drawing something really ugly over there.”

Looking up from his bit of paper, an arm tucked around it so they couldn’t see anything before he was ready to show it, Frank pulled a face. “What, don’t you trust me?”

“I just know what you’re like.” (Y/n) shot back, sticking out their tongue and giggling when he did the same. “I’m drawing you something really nice, okay? Don’t be mean. Or else I won’t do it.”

“Aw come on, you agreed! In fact, you were the one who suggested that I draw your next tattoo design.”

They rolled their eyes, tossing a scrunched-up scrap of paper at his head. “Yes, but if I hate it then it’s not going on my body. End of story.”

“Come on angel, you really think I’d try and screw you over?” He scribbled for another moment, then held the paper up. “See - it’s not that bad, right?”

The design was definitely stupid, but it was beautifully done. It was a bedsheet ghost - very similar in style to Boozey, with a slightly happier expression - with a myriad of tiny drawings all over it. Hearts, smiley faces, simple flowers; even a tiny sunshine with a face, like the ones children draw in the corner of the page. A speech bubble came from it’s mouth, proclaiming: ‘I guess tattoos really are permanent’.

They burst out laughing, taking the drawing from him to take a closer look. “Is this what you’re gonna look like as a ghost?”

“Oh definitely.” He grinned, pleased that they liked it. “Can I see what you drew yet?”

Squinting thoughtfully at the design for a second, (y/n) nodded. “Yeah, I think I’m happy with it. I’m not sure it’s as good as yours, though. Yours is stunning.” And they passed it over, chewing at their lip as he examined it.

They had drawn a very simplified, slightly wonky skeleton holding a guitar, surrounded by scribbly music notes. Frank was very quiet for a few moments, tracing a finger over the gentle lines.

Sighing, their heart sinking, (y/n) shrugged. “You- you don’t have to get it done if you don’t like it, it’s okay, I won’t be offen-”

He cut them off, practically throwing himself across the table to plant a fierce kiss on their lips, his fingers tangling at the edge of their hair. When he pulled back they were both breathless, and he winced as he shifted back. “Fuck, I hit my knee.”

“So I’m guessing you don’t hate it then?”

He beamed. “Honey, it’s beautiful. I know just where I’ll put it as well, I-I love it. Really, it’s… wait, is this what you think I’m gonna look like when I’m dead?”

Their laughter filled the room again, the two of them leaning against each other as happy tears pricked at their eyes. (Y/n) took a deep breath, already wanting to giggle at their own next words. “Well, it wouldn’t surprise me if you found a way to perform from beyond the grave. I swear you’d marry one of your guitars if you could!”

Frank put a hand to his chest, pulling a face of mock-hurt. “You wound me!”

“I’m right though aren’t I?”

“Nah, I’d much rather marry you.”

They both faltered for a second at that, the mood changing suddenly. They’d been best friends since they were kids, but they’d only confessed their feelings for each other a few years previously: and as much as they adored each other, the topic of marriage had never come up in a serious conversation before. But the way he’d just said it, so matter of fact… it made their heart skip.

Around them, the sounds from the rest of the tattoo studio faded into a blur. The buzz of tattoo machines, the chatter of excited people waiting for their turn, the low background punk music; it all disappeared as their eyes met, Frank still laying halfway across the table as (y/n)’s hand rested against his shoulder.

“Do you mean that?”

He slid off the table with very little grace, crouching next to their chair and resting his hands on their thigh. “I mean… I didn’t exactly plan on asking you like this, the ring isn’t ready yet and I wanted it to be all cute and romantic, but… yeah. I do mean it.”

“Hey, this is pretty cute and romantic if you ask me.” They managed a sound that was somewhere between a giggle and a sniffle, a tear working it’s way down their cheek. “Am I allowed to say yes now? Or will that screw with your plans?”

“You really wanna say yes?” His eyes were wide and teary now too, his hands shaking ever so slightly as he laced his fingers with theirs. “You aren’t just saying that because you think I wanna hear it, right? Because obviously I do wanna hear you say it, but not if it’s not what you really want, I just want you to be happy, really, I-”

This time it was (y/n)’s turn to cut him off with a kiss, sweet and gentle as their tears mixed with his, overwhelmed. Their foreheads rested together when their lips came apart, eyes still closed. They barely felt able to speak in anything louder than a whisper.

“Yes.”

“Seriously?” He whispered back.

“Yes.”

There was a slight cough from behind them, and the two turned to see Frank’s tattoo artist in the doorway, looking a little awkward. “Sorry, didn’t realise I was interrupting something. Is everything okay with you guys? You almost ready to get in the chair?”

Frank grinned, squeezing his lover’s hand. “Yeah, we’re all good to go. We, uh… we kinda just got engaged.”

Her face lit up, and she clapped her hands together. “Oh, you guys! That’s so sweet, congratulations!”

“Thanks, Katie. Could you, uh, not share that with anyone else though? It kinda took us both by surprise and I don’t even have their ring yet, so… would be nice to have it as our little secret for now.”

She nodded. “Oh of course, I won’t say a word. So, what are we thinking for tattoos?”

(Y/n) took the papers over to her, kissing their fiancé (oh wow did it feel strange thinking of him like that) on the cheek as they passed. “Okay, so this one is going on me, and this is going on Frank.”

“Very nice! These are so cute. Where are they going?”

“I think… somewhere on the ribs, for mine? Maybe on the sternum? I feel like somewhere near my heart would be nice.”

“You two are sickeningly sweet, you know that right?” She grinned. “What about you Frank?”

He moved to join them, tucking an arm around his fiancé’s back and hugging them close. “There’s a little spot on my right thigh that I think would be big enough for this. If not… hey I think there’s some space somewhere on my neck too, so that would be cool too.”

(Y/n) snorted. “You really don’t have that much choice of places at this point, do you? What are you gonna do when you run out of skin space to get inked?”

He shrugged. “Ah, I’ll think of something. Maybe I’ll grow an extra arm. Ooh, or two arms, then I could play two guitars at the same time.”

They shot a look at Katie. “I can’t believe I just agreed to marry this lunatic.”

She laughed at Frank’s kicked puppy look as she led them through to her section of the studio, starting to set up her equipment. “You changing your mind already?”

“Hell no.” Looping their arms around his neck, (y/n) kissed the tip of his nose. “Never ever.”

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(it feels good) to know you're mine (frank iero x reader smut)

Kinktober 2022 Day 1: Dirty Talk/Daddy Kink

Reader Pronouns: She/Her

Era: Revenge (2005)

Content:

Backstage Quickie

Daddy Kink

Praise and Degradation

Possessive Sex

Word Count: 1,776

Disclaimer: This explicit story was written by an adult, for adults. If you are under the age of 18, please do not interact.

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The springs in the ratty dressing room couch creak with your every move. You know that everyone on the other side of the door will probably hear it and know exactly what you're up to, but, well...

"Fuck, yeah. Just like that, baby..."

...they could probably figure it out, whether or not the couch was involved.

You whimper, slamming your hips down harder against Frank's. He throws his head back with a deep groan, exposing his throat. You waste no time attacking the hollow of his neck, licking from his collarbone up to the scorpion tattoo just below his jawline.

He hisses in response. "Fucking dirty girl," he murmurs in your ear. "You're always taking it one step further, huh? Seeing what I'll let you get away with?"

You smile sweetly at him, — or try to, anyway. It's kind of hard to keep a straight face when you're riding the fuck out of your boyfriend in a desperate attempt to blow off some steam before showtime. "Always, Daddy," you manage.

Those two words seem to flip a switch within him. Frank's eyes darken as he tightens his grip on your hips. "What did you just say?"

You grin. "I said, 'always.'"

You yelp as he squeezes your hips, pulling you towards him roughly. "Always what?" he demands.

Though his evident frustration satisfies you immensely, you do your best not to show it. In your experience, it's always been more fun to play coy. "I always, — ah... Always try to see what I can get away with..."

"Uh-huh." You gasp as he thrusts up into you with a surprising amount of force. "And what the fuck did you call me?"

Your heart flutters at the edge in his voice. God, you love it when he gets aggressive with you.

Your reply escapes your lips, barely audible. "Daddy."

"Can't hear you." He rolls his hips into you with another low groan. "Speak up, baby."

"I said... Oh, fuck!" You cry out as he hits the spot inside of you that always manages to make you see stars.

"Spit it out, angel." His pace becomes even more punishing, his hips snapping against yours with quick rhythm. His fingers dig into your side hard enough to leave behind bruises.

You attempt to steady your breathing and regain your composure. "I said," you force out, voice trembling, "always, Daddy."

Frank fucking growls in response to your answer. "That's my good fucking girl," he says. "It's a shame you have to be so fucking disobedient when it could be so easy. But you like that, don't you? Pushing my buttons?" He quickens his pace again, a smirk surfacing on his face. "You like pissing me off, right? Seeing how much I can take before I finally fucking snap?"

Your face burns at the accusation. Truth be told, you do like pissing him off, but it's not like you'll readily admit that. Then again, considering he's fucking you so hard that you can hardly think, you really can't do much to argue your case, either. "I... I don't..."

Frank chuckles. "What's wrong, baby? Cat got your tongue?" He slams into you particularly hard, eliciting a high-pitched shriek.

His face appears to soften. "Aww, sweetheart." One of his hands abandons your hip in favor of cupping your face. He runs his thumb along your jaw before tightening his grip. He holds your head in place, forcing you to look him in the eye.

"Look at you." His voice drips with a condescending sort of sweetness as his eyes bore into yours. "Can't even talk because Daddy's made you go cockdumb."

You let out another pitiful noise of surprise as his other hand comes down hard against your ass, inspiring a sharp sting.

"What happened to that fucking mouth of yours, hmm?" he demands. "Seemed like it was working just fine earlier. You can only talk back when you've got the upper hand, right?"

You only attempt to argue because you know you can't let him be right. "N-no," you stammer. "It's just..." You trail off with a whine as the knot in your stomach begins to tighten. Fuck, you're getting close.

"Just what?" Frank presses. "Tell me, baby. Tell me what's going on in that pretty little head of yours while Daddy fucks you."

At this point, you know that you're fighting a losing battle. When it comes to Frank, you almost always are.

"You fuck me so good, Daddy," you whine, accepting your defeat. "Filling me up, fucking me hard. It feels so fucking good, I can't—" You let out another shrill moan as he hits that spot inside you again. "Fuck, Daddy!"

Frank laughs. His composure is infuriating. "You like that?" he asks. "Like telling me how good it feels? Like when Daddy fucks you so hard you can't even fucking think?"

Knowing that you've officially lost the battle, you give a jerky nod of your head. "Mmm-hmm."

"There's my good girl," he praises you. "Knew I could put you in your place. Just took a little extra work, s'all." He slows down his pace, rolling his hips up into you slowly but deliberately. His eyes stay locked with yours as he loosens his hold on your face, stroking your jaw gently. "Tell me who you belong to, angel."

You whine, attempting to match his rhythm with your own movements. "You," you murmur.

Frank increases his pace again ever-so-slightly, still staring into your eyes. "Speak up."

You choke out a moan that sounds more like a sob. "You," you repeat. "I'm all yours, Daddy."

"Fuck." Without warning, he speeds up again, his pace becoming erratic. "Good fucking girl. My good girl. All mine."

You dig your nails into his shoulders as you move against him. "All yours, Daddy," you assure him, voice coming out high-pitched and strained. You aren't sure how much longer you can last, but you know that you won't come until he says you can.

He laughs, and it's all you can do not to melt. Even when he's fucking the life out of you on some random venue's couch, his laugh sounds the same, — infectious and misleadingly innocent. "All mine," he repeats. "Holy shit, how did I get so lucky?"

Before you can register what's happening, he presses his lips against yours. He kisses you hard, his tongue brushing over your own. He pulls back the hand that was cupping your jaw, only to tangle it into your hair and tug.

You moan into his mouth before pulling back. "Fr- Daddy," you stammer. "I'm getting close. I don't..."

He kisses you again, quick this time, before pulling away. "Go ahead, baby," he urges you. "Come all over Daddy's cock. That's it..."

Practically as soon as he gives you permission, you let out a loud cry. The trembling begins in your thighs before taking over your entire body. Without any conscious thought, you lean forward, burying your face, — along with your teeth, — in Frank's shoulder.

"Shit." Frank lets out a guttural groan before going still. He releases inside of you with a slight jerk and a low sound from deep inside his chest.

For a moment, the two of you sit in silence. You keep your head rested on his shoulder as you try to regulate your breathing. Frank pulls his hand away from your hip, only to wrap his arms around your waist.

Finally, he speaks. "Honey?"

"Hmm?"

"I hate to ask, but... can you get up for a minute?"

You whimper before lifting yourself off him.

He chuckles. "I'll only be a second, I promise." He pats you on the arm before crossing the room and discarding the condom in the waste basket.

With that, he returns to the beat-up couch, pulling you back into his arms. "There we go."

You hum in acknowledgement, burying your face in his neck.

He rubs slow, gentle circles against your shoulder. "Didn't expect you to bite me," he remarks. "That was... a surprise, but not necessarily a bad one."

You laugh. "Well, then. I won't warn you next time."

He snorts. "Like you did this time?" he asks before leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"Hey," he murmurs into your hair. "Guess what?"

You cast your eyes up in his direction. "What?"

You can feel his smile, though you can't necessarily see it. "I love you."

A smile spreads across your face. "Love you, too."

The blissful silence returns for only a moment before you hear a rap on the door.

"Frank!" Ray calls from the other side. "We've got ten minutes, man!"

"So put your fucking clothes on!" Gerard chimes in.

You roll your eyes as Frank releases you from his grip. "That's my cue." He stands up, beginning to collect his discarded clothes from the floor and pull them back on.

"You should probably get ready, too," he advises you as he zips up his jeans. "I'll be looking for you in the crowd, y'know."

"Front row, baby." You stand up, reaching for the panties that you haphazardly tossed to the ground earlier.

Frank casts you a sidelong glance as he readoes his belt. "Do you really have to put those back on?" he asks.

You freeze in the process of stepping into the underwear. "Not necessarily," you reply.

That sly grin that you know so well lights up his face. "Then don't."

With a mock sigh of desperation, you toss the garments back to the ground, reaching for your shorts instead.

Once the two of you are dressed and have done your best to remedy your disheveled states, you step out of the dressing room.

Frank's bandmates eye you with a shared look of combined horror and amusement.

"Could you two try to be a little quieter next time?" Ray requests, arms crossed in front of his chest. "I wouldn't be surprised if the whole venue heard you."

Frank shrugs, throwing Pansy's strap over his shoulder. "Free performance before the show."

Ray sighs and shakes his head. "That's what the opening act is for, Frank."

"We're better than the opening act." Frank's lip ring gleams under the warm humming light before he steps forward, leaning in to kiss you again.

You give him a quick peck, pulling back with a smile. "Knock 'em dead."

"I will." His eyes dance as he reaches down to squeeze your hand. "I've already killed my nerves. Nothing's stopping me now."

He lets go of your hand when Ray calls for him to follow the rest of them. You watch as he steps onstage, grinning at the thought of the teeth marks hidden beneath his T-shirt.

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