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moonxmagix · 1 year

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Pairing: Gerard Way x Fem Reader secretary

CW: power imbalance, use of daddy, brat, spanking, fingering, choking, p in v, slight degradation, drinking, drunk while p in v, semi public ?, face fucking, hair pulling, soft ending, 18+

Summary: You are Gerards secretary and y'all do some nasty stuff in his office and at his home.

It had been my one year anniversary at my new job. I was the CEO’s secretary and was always told how I did an excellent job. I was an overachiever you’d say, I’d take over jobs before my boss told me to, and spend all nighters on work. I was one of the very few women in the office but I didn’t mind, it usually meant I got more expensive gifts! But my pay for the work I did was not satisfactory.

I love my job and wouldn’t trade it for the world. My boss Mr. Way was an excellent business man with the best of manners. But, he was a flirt, a tease, you’d say. Your attraction to him never went beyond a steamy makeout session in his office and some hands between your thighs. If you saw him outside of the law firm you’d never think he was some top boss to a bunch of lawyers that represented mob members. I will admit it was scary at times having grown men yell at you and not being able to yell back.

Being from New Jersey the one thing that got me in trouble the most was my mouth. Mr. Way loved it though, it tested his control. His closest friends and top employees were big flirts too, but I didn’t want them as much as I wanted him.

I walked into the law firm and greeted people as I passed. I had a small office of my own but it wasn’t nearly as spacious as Mr. Way’s. I made special cookie brownies for my one year anniversary here and couldn’t wait to share them. I put all my heavy things away and first went to go get coffee for myself and a couple others. As I stood at the coffee machine I felt a hand smack my ass. I turned to see Mr. Iero standing next to me, I was so used to him being touchy-feely. “I could sue you for that, Mr. Iero,” I said, trying to sound serious. He chuckled, “You’d lose anyway,” he took a sip of the fresh coffee I made.

I rolled my eyes, “You’d lose anyway,” I mocked him. “Better watch it or I’ll get you in trouble with Gerard,” he raised his brow following behind me. I opened Mr. Way’s office door to not see him there, “Is he here yet?” I asked Frank. He was always early even before me and I made sure to get there at 6:30 am sharp. Keep in mind I live in Jersey and transport by train to NYC.

“Haven’t seen him, why? You miss your lil boyfriend,” he teased. I placed his coffee on his desk ready for when he does get here. “Not my boyfriend and I brought a special treat for later and I want him to be the first to try,” I said going to make my way to Mr. Toro and Mr. Mikey as we called him. It’s confusing to have two different Mr. Ways. “Now, leave me to it, yeah?” I smiled ruffling his long hair.

I could tell I got him hot and bothered by the way he unbuttoned his first two buttons on his shirt. I walked into the office that both Mr. Mikey and Mr. Toro shared. “Hi boys,” I smiled, receiving compliments from both. “Don’t you look amazing,” Mr. Toro said, kissing my hand. “What’re you dressing up for,” Mr. Mikey asked. “It’s officially been one year since I started,” I smiled. “Thank you for the coffee Mrs. Y/N, and congratulations to you,” Ray smiled and I went to go see if Mr. Way was here yet.

I snuck by his office and peeked in the door window to see him working on his computer and taking sips of his coffee. I hurried to my office and grabbed the cookie brownies I made. I checked my makeup one last time and freshened up my dark red lipstick.

My heels echoed in the halls as I nervously approached his door, I knocked before opening right away. Gerard met me at the door and saw my hands full of brownies and papers. “Whatcha got here?” he said excited and curious. He took the papers from me and placed several kisses on my cheek and jaw. Smothering me.

I blushed and laid the brownies on his desk, a cigarette from his ash tray filling the air with smoke. He stood in front of me, staring at me up and down. “I made brownies and wanted you to be first to try them,” I said, scooting closer to him, our faces inches apart as I put my arms around his waist. “Aren’t you sweet,” he smiled, grabbing my chin and kissing me gently trying not to get my lipstick on him. I gave him a piece and I heard him moan in joy, “They’re delicious but not as sweet as you,” he said, rubbing our noses together cutely.

But there was more that I wanted to talk about with him, getting a raise. Which I knew wasn’t going to be easy. Gerard sat on his chair taking a puff of his cigarette, “Could I talk to you about something?” I asked shyly. “Of course you can,” he said, patting his lap motioning me to sit on it. I played with his messy hair and took in his features, it didn’t look like he got much sleep. “So?” he said, pulling me out of my gaze.

“Y’know it’s my one year anniversary here anddd I wanted to see if I could get a raise,” I was so nervous for his response. He chuckled, “We’ll see about that. You’ll have to earn it though,” he said with a smirk. I swallowed, “Haven’t I done enough Mr. Way? So not fair,” I whined. He grabbed my face and pulled his mouth next to my ear, “You watch that fuckin attitude right now, understand?” he said, placing a kiss on my neck. I nodded, when he got dominant like that it made my heart race and that wasn’t the only thing having a heartbeat.

I moaned when he kissed my neck, making his demeanor change completely. He told me to get up from his lap and I thought he was going to leave the room but he locked the door and put the blinds down so no one could see inside. He rolled up his sleeves and walked over to me with a dominating hunger in his eyes. “Take your skirt off,” he demanded as he sat in his leather chair.

I hesitantly took my skirt off, leaving me in a black silk button up and black tights. Shoes left with the skirt. He grabbed me and laid me over his lap, “What’re you doi-,” SMACK. I moaned out in pleasure and pain. “Brats like you don’t get to boss around their daddy like that,” he said, smacking each cheek several times. He rubbed and grabbed my ass with such force, leaving more hard smacks. He told me to get up which I did and he shoved all the papers that were once cluttered up to the side.

He pushed me against the desk, towering over me. I grabbed his black and white striped tie and pulled his face closer to me, “Is that all you got, sir?” I teased him, knowing that would only make him more rough with me. He pushed me onto the table and ripped a large hole in my tights. “Gerard!” I was upset with him at that moment, I didn’t bring an extra pair with me. “I’d prefer if you didn’t wear these. I want easier access to what’s mine,” he said, getting on his knees and kissing around my thigh and on the small fabric that covered my pussy.

He slowly moved my panties over, running his finger up and down the wetness. I bit my lip trying to contain the moans. He teased my hole with his fingers, “Beg,” he said, removing his fingers. “Gerard please, give it to me,” I begged him, getting sexually frustrated with him. He inserted two fingers and slowly worked them, my juice leaking out and all over his fingers. His thumb rubbed on my clit which drove me mad. I was a squirming, wet, and hot mess for him.

“Gerard, I..I’m gonna,” I breathed heavily, gripping his full head of hair. “Cum for me you dirty whore,” he growled, slapping my sensitive cunt. I came all over his fingers and he stuck his fingers in his mouth, tasting me. He unbuckled his pants, throwing the belt onto the floor and ripped his pants off, leaving him in his boxers. You could see how hard he was, he pressed his bulge right against my soaking wet cunt.

He pressed his lips to mine, our mouths dancing messily together. His lips and face were covered in lipstick, but mine was too. Gerard took out his cock and teasingly rubbed it against my folds. He slapped my cunt with it, “How bad do you want it? How bad do you want your boss's cock huh?” he smirked. “Give it to me, I’ve never wanted something so bad,” I whined, throwing my arms around his neck. “You’re forgetting something sugar,” he said, pulling his cock away from my cunt.

“Please daddy,” I whispered in his ear, my warm breath sending chills down his arms. He slowly put his cock inside me and I moaned in pain and pleasure as he was thick in size. His pace sped up and his hips slammed into mine. My moans echoed in the room and Gerard kept a tight grip around my throat. “Take that fucking cock,” he murmured in my ear. “Look at you, taking your boss’s cock like the whore you are. Let everyone know how I’ve claimed you,” he said, staring into my soul. “You don’t own me, you stupid man,” I smirked, fighting back with him.

“Oh yeah? Everyone on this floor can hear you right now taking my fat cock. If they try anything with you they’re gone,” he said, pinning my arms down and slamming into me. My walls tightened as I came all over his cock, my ears rang and my mouth was dry. “Daddy’s gonna cum, holy shit,” he said, pushing his hair out of his face. Gerard had plans of pulling out but I stopped him by wrapping my legs around him, forcing him to cum inside me.

“Look at you, what a good girl,” he said, kissing me all over my lipstick covered face. “Do I get that raise?” I said, trying to catch my breath. “We’ll see,” he smiled, putting his clothes back on. I took my tights off and threw them in the bin. We looked at ourselves in the mirror and tried our best to wipe off the lipstick. I laughed at him trying to rub it off with his fingers, smudging it even more.

“Do you think they’re gonna stare at me?” I whispered standing at the door. He chuckled lightly, “No sweetheart, just hide your face and you should be fine,” he said, staying in his office. I took a deep breath and exited. I used my hand to hide my face but while shielding myself I accidentally bumped into someone. “What the hell happened to you?” Frank said. “Mind your business,” I said pushing past him into my office. I scoured through my purse for my makeup wipes and started hurriedly wiping it off. KNOCK, “I need to talk, it’s important. I’m too impatient to wait,” Frank came in bothering me.

I groaned in annoyance, “Do you not have any manners? Holy shit,” I said, throwing my wipe away and taking out my makeup to touch up. “Do YOU have any manners?! Moaning for the entire office to hear,” he mocked my moans. I got fed up and took my heel off and threw it at him.

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It was about 7pm and I was beyond tired, my office was dimly lit by my computer screen and a lamp in the corner. I sighed frustrated trying to set up meetings and such for Gerard. KNOCK, “Come in!” I yelled not taking my eyes off the screen. “My lil workaholic,” Gerard said, leaning against the desk. I sighed, “I wouldn’t be if these people knew how to communicate,” I was frustrated and ran my fingers through my hair. “Log off for the night! Wanna get drinks with us?” he offered, grabbing my stuff and placing it in front of me. “Who’s us?” I asked. “Frank, Ray, Mikey. Oh and Mikey told me he was scared,” Gerard laughed. “He’ll get over it. But yes, I’d love to,” I said, grabbing my cardigan so I wouldn’t absolutely freeze on this autumn night.

We all walked out of the building together with me wrapped around Gerard’s arm, the taxi ride to the bar was just the guys teasing us for our little workplace hookup. “You’re just jealous!” I exclaimed, nudging Frank in the ribs.

We got to the bar and we got placed in a dark private corner, Gerard and I sat together on one side and the three of them on the other. Several drinks were ordered and I quickly got drunk but not belligerent. I was so touchy with Gerard, whispering several compliments in his ear all night. “You smell so good, it’s so intoxicating,” I said, kissing his neck. “I want you,” I whispered in his ear. Gerard grabbed my face with his hand and kissed me, “Wait until we get home,” he said which caught me off guard.

“Home?” I said, confused. “Mhm, you’re going home with me tonight,” he turned his attention back to the table after his sly comment. While I was still intoxicated by his smell and way with words, I got myself on his lap and rested my head on his chest. “Look at you two, your love makes me sick almost,” Ray said jokingly which made me chuckle. “He doesn’t know that,” I said, shushing him with my finger. I loved Gerard, he was my type to the T. I felt his chest vibrate from nervously chuckling at my drunk confessions.

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I stood outside with Gerard holding me up and forcing water down my throat. Which I fought of course. “Y/N sweetheart it’s starting to rain, please just drink this while I get a cab,” he said sternly which made me stop and do as he pleases. I love when he bosses me around, I couldn’t imagine myself as anyone else’s secretary.

He catches a cab for us and takes me to his place, my legs draped over his. He walked me to his high rise apartment and I was in awe at how nicely decorated it was. “Holy shit, this is really your place huh?” I said, starting to undress myself without any care in the world. Left to my bra and underwear. I make my way to his bed and hop into the cold sheets, “Can I finally have you?” I giggle trying to hint at him.

There he stood at the end of bed, undressing himself in such a hurry to get to me. He crawled to me getting under with me and immediately assumed into the big spoon position. His body was so warm despite looking like a vampire. Wet kisses covered my neck making me giggle, “What’s so funny?” he joked. “It just feels good,” I smile, tiredly. “I’m not done with you yet,” he said, shoving his face into my neck, kissing and sucking. “Gerard,” I moaned. “Everyones gonna see-” he covered my mouth, shushing me.

His other hand trailed down to my abdomen, his fingers slowly lifting the edge of my panties. His fingers worked themselves around my clit, I wanted more of him. “You’re already so fucking wet for daddy,” he growled into my ear. I palmed his cock through his underwear, feeling the wetness of precum leaking through. I stopped him so I could take his cock out, pulling his underwear off and onto the floor. I spit on his head, lubricating my hand.

“Suck on it you dirty whore,” he grabbed a fist full of my hair. I whimpered as he shoved my mouth onto his cock. My mouth was small and I couldn’t help but gag on his length. He bucked his hips up, going deeper into my throat. Drool began to fall and pool as he face fucked me, not loosening his grip on my hair. I felt him pulse and do one more push down my throat to release himself. He pulled away with cum all over my lips. “C’mere baby,” he said, pulling me back to his chest.

He lifted my leg and teased my hole with the tip of his cum and saliva covered cock. Without warning he shoved his cock inside me making me gasp in pleasure. “Yeah? This what you want?” he purred in my ear, pounding. The sound of skin clapping together.

Somehow we ended up in doggy but my phone rang. I groaned in annoyance and I was going to hit decline but Gerard said, “Who is it?” he questioned. “Frank,” I moaned out as he didn’t stop fucking me. “Answer it,” he demanded. I hit the green call button and put it on the speaker.

“Hey I just wanted to know if you got home safely,” he asked, seeming about as drunk as I was earlier but tried to hide it. “Y-yeah, I did,” I said, trying to not moan or whimper but it still came off suspicious. “Are you okay Y/N? Do I need to come over?” he said, trying to have an excuse to hook up. “No, it’s fine. FUCK!” I yelled into the pillow as Gerard railed me, cumming all over his cock. “Gerard, please-,” I said, gripping the sheets.

“Well I’ll let you two love birds have fun,” he giggled like a schoolgirl. I hung up the phone and Gerard pulled my head back by the throat and pulled me up. He kissed me on the neck and back, burrowing his cock deep inside me. He pulled out and I felt his cum leak out of me.

Our bodies collapsed together and my eyes fluttered. “You’re so hot, you know that?” he said, stroking my hair. “Say’s you,” I poke his chest. “We should probably get cleaned up before we go to bed sticky and sweaty,” he suggested, rubbing my thighs gently and kissing my temple. I agreed and was able to stand but barely, as my legs were too wobbly and weak. Gerard noticed and came to my side, “Let daddy help you,” he said, wrapping his arm around my waist.

He started the shower and the steam filled the bathroom, we took turns washing each other and it was everything I could’ve wanted. It was bliss, to have someone care for me, love me, hold me. The thought of past relationships came rushing to my head, I covered my face with my hands. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Gerard asked, pulling my hands from my face. “It’s nothing, really,” I tried sucking up, letting the shower water cleanse my salty face.

“It’s clearly something, Y/N. No need to hide,” he said sweetly, he was a lot more protective than what I was used to but I loved it. It brought a sense of comfort and safety, not the type of protectiveness that sheltered you from the world. “I’ve just never felt so cared for, so wanted,” I said sniffling. “I’ll always be here for you, you’re my baby,” he said, holding me in his arms, rocking back and forth gently. “Does this make us…” I said, raising my brows at him. “Partners? Absolutely.”

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rdiowx · 1 year

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EDGING BASEMENT GEE

Special appearance from: bullets!Frank iero

I have so many ideas its not even funny

Porn with little to no plot, edging, handjob (Gerard is receiving), begging, crying, Gerard being a cutie, answering the phone, sub!gee, reader is cruel</3, referenced frerard x reader i guess, reader makes gee ask frank for permission, not many uses of y/n but theres like one (1) , cum eating lol, finger sucking, accidentally dialogue heavy, timeline fuckery

Gender neutral/nonbinary!reader

You had told Gerard you would be busy today and yet, he still decided he was gonna call you as if he was dying. When you finally had the time to answer your phone, you were simply met with a whine at the other end and his soft voice —albeit a little hoarse,probably from crying— finally spoke, “please, please dont be mad at me im sorry, i need you. please.”

As of now you were in Gerards room, or technically his basement with him between your legs; back facing as you fist his cock like you had been for maybe the past half hour. “Oh- god! please, please let me cum please im sorry!” Gerard mewled as you slowed down yet again. “Hm..do you think you deserve it baby? After i told you i was doing important stuff today? After you completely disregarded what i said?” You replied, pressing a kiss to his sweat covered neck as you moved his hair. “I- oh god! I’m sorry i am i swear!” He cried gripping the sheets as well as trying to buck his hips fruitlessly as you moved your free hand to hold them down.

Your movements were cut off as Gerards ringtone startles you from the nightstand. You reach over to grab the phone and flip it open seeing the caller id. “Hey Frankie.” You greeted starting your slow pace back up again. “Hey, is Gerard there? We were supposed to go over some things for the band today.” He replied as a look of terror crossed Gerards face seemingly pleading for you to not put him on the phone. “Oh yea of course he’s right here.” You smiled teasingly at Gerard. “Sweet thanks.” Frank seemed grateful as you handed gee the phone much to his dismay. “Hi-hey man whats up?” Gerard faltered trying to hold back a moan. “Gerard are you okay?” Frank asked concerned.

“Oh-um yea im okay, what did you need?” He tried to act confident, but you could see he was cracking and you were gonna push him to that point. Speeding up your pace Gerard squealed and tried to get you to stop with the hand that wasnt holding the phone. “Gerard, give the phone back to (y/n) .” Frank demands and he does so. “What did he do this time?” Frank questioned as you squeezed the base of Gerards cock, making him jump a little.

“Couldn’t get himself off so he decided to call me until i answered the phone so he could cum, although i have been edging him for almost an hour now.” You responded flatly, feeling Gerard twitch under your hand and completely letting go causing a loud whine to escape from his throat. “Hey baby, why dont you ask Frankie if you can cum yet?” You cooed, running your fingers through his grease ridden hair and putting the phone on speaker.

“Please! Please Frankie can i cum? I apologized and im- i promise im sorry!” Gerard Bawled as you kissed the tears on his cheek. “Aw, alright, you can cum on one condition.” Frank began, obviously teasing. “Make it to an hour first and then you can cum all you want.” Frank decided. “Ok-Okay!” He stuttered, as you had started pumping him again. “Thank you, bye Frankie, ill see you later.” You gigged and waited for him to reply, hanging up the phone and putting it beside you.

“Alright baby you heard what frankie said. You have about 10 minutes left.” You informed, causing him to let a choked out moan. You keep teasing him,often taking your hand completely off and watching him twitch and beg even though he already knew the rule. When he had finally made it to an hour, he was covered in a layer of sweat and tears as he shook. “Alright gee, im gonna let you cum now.” You cooed as you sped up for the last time.

He sobbed in relief at thoes words and you tried to keep him from breaking your hand from how hard he was holding it. “Tha-Thank you! Oh god! Thank you thank you thank you!” Gerard chanted as he finally released and you watched as his cum painted your hand and his stomach. You scooped up some of the cum on Gerards stomach and coaxed him to open his mouth, which he did with no complaints and you gently put your fingers in his mouth and he moaned around them. “You did so so good for me gee.” You whispered as you kissed his head. “C’mon lets go clean you up now.” You finished as you helped gee up from his position.

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bonthefuckjourx · 3 months

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Music Headcannons!!

The next chapter has a little something to do with music. 😉 It’ll be out in the next few hours!

Lucifer: Loves to listen to 80’s music, but also is impartial to musicals. He’s the person who got Charlie into musicals too. Tends to stick to the more popular songs/genres.

I was made for Lovin you- Kiss

Take a Chance on Me- ABBA

Hot Stuff- Donna Summer

The Phantom of the Opera- The Phantom of the Opera Musical

Hungry Eyes- Eric Carmen

Hurricane- Deathnote the Musical

Charlie: Takes after her Dad and loves musicals. Sapphic music or LGBT is the other half of what she listens to.

Little Miss Perfect- Write Out Loud

She Keeps Me Warm- Mary Lambert

Crush- Tessa Violet

Girls- Girl in Red

Seventeen- Heathers the Musical

Monster- Frozen the Musical

Apex Predator- Mean Girls the Musical

Popular- Wicked

Vaggie: Didn’t listen to music until Charlie showed her. Mainly listens to LGBT, but typically edger stuff. Loves rock and anything with a guitar in it really.

Bad Idea-Girl in Red

Just Like You- Three Days Grace

Sweater Weather- The neighborhood

Want Me- Baby Queen

Starts with One- Shiny Toy Guns

Angel Dust: Loves pop and mainly sticks to upbeat fast songs. What can he say he lives the fast life. At night however when he’s all alone he’s a total swiftie. Definitely cries himself to sleep sometimes.

Red Cup (I Fly Solo)- Cash Cash

Call Me By Your Name- Lil Nas X

Super Psycho Love- Simon Curtis

All Too Well (10 Minute Version)- Taylor Swift

Cardigan- Taylor Swift

You’re Losing Me (From the Vault)- Taylor Swift

Boys will be Bugs- Cavetown

Husk: Definitely a hopeless romantic. If Angel is ever listening to Taylor he’ll dance with him around the room. Loves to romance Angel as he never really had that before.

Lover- Taylor Swift

Mr. Loverman- Ricky Montgomery

Save Tonight- Eagle Eye Cherry

Set the Fire to the Third Bar- Snow Patrol

Golden Hour- JVKE

Line Without a Hook- Rickey Montgomery

Cherri: Loves Kesha and 2010’s pop music. Would definitely see her at a rave.

Die Young- Kesha

For Your Entertainment- Adam Lambert

You Know You Like It- Aluna George and DJ Snake

Timber- Pitbull (ft. Kesha)

Everywhere I Go- Hollywood Undead

Intoxicated- Martin Solveig

Y/N: You listen to a variety of music. Here’s some of your “current” favs:

Art Deco- Lana Del Rey

Nonsense- Sabrina Carpenter

Kiss the Go-Goat- Ghost

In The Middle- dodie

She’s the prettiest girl at the party and she can prove it with a solid right hook- Frank Iero

Work Song- Hozier

I Wanna Be Your Slave- Maneskin

The Summoning- Sleep Token

Losing My Religion- Frank Iero and the Future Violents

Hideaway- Kiesza

#hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin charlie #nifty hazbin hotel #hazbin angel dust #huskerdust #lucifer x reader #lucifer x you #hazbin hotel

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ghoulgirlwrites · 11 months

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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!

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.

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?

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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stinkysquirel · 1 year

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. * . ⋆『𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐰』⋆. * .

۵ Frank Iero x Reader

↳ Summary: Headlines ran wild with rumors about you and Frank, usually you'd laugh about them together because you two were friends for so long. But one night Frank comes to your home late at night after getting off the road with his bands and true feelings are revealed.

↳ Warnings: light smut, Fluffy shit, Frank being so babygirl.

↳ Word count : 2.6k

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The headlines seemed to never end. No matter what news website you clicked on or magazine you found, there was no shortage of rumors about you and Frank.

A seemingly innocent photo would surface and dating scandals would rise. It was as if it was impossible for you to have a platonic relationship with a man.

But knowing you and Frank and your personalities, there was always some sort of friendly flirting happening. Even sometimes it wasnt purposeful, it was just the way your relationship had been for so many years and you were content with it.

You sat on your bed, reading different magazines about yourself when Frank called you crying, dying of laughter.Before you could even greet him, his giggles filled your ears.

“Did you see what they put on TMZ about us?”

You immediately panicked, wondering what insane title was on there now.

It wasn’t anything new, but when your personal relationships were at stake, you hardly took it lightly.

“So we accidentally left Ray at the gas station again, right?and while he was waiting he found this magazine and it says ‘My Chemical Romance Guitar Player Frank Iero Seen With Singer Y/n L/n After An Alleged Hookup Leaving Hotel,’ Dude WHAT?” He squeals.

You couldn’t contain your laughter, not completely sure if it was because of the ridiculous headline or Frank's reaction.

“No fucking way, so they just didn’t happen to see our entire friend group behind us leaving as well?” I retorted.

“They’re getting fucking wild i’m telling you - what’s next? ‘Frank Iero seen sniffing Y/n L/n’s toes?’” He bantered. You could hear him stifling, trying desperately to contain his hysterics. But once you broke out laughing, it all burst out.

This was all too common. There wasn’t a lack of giggling and fits whenever you two were around another.

You two laughed on the phone for what seemed like hours. Surely his other band mates in the bus with him thought you both were lunatics.

Once you finally calmed down, the whole situation made you feel like suddenly you were 17 again.

Remembering countless nights you both spent in your backyard when your parents were out. Experiencing so many firsts with each other. Like the first time you both ever got drunk, or the time you stole some weed from your dad and invited him over cause you’d always wanted to try it.

You could hear his giggles in your ear as you both blew smoke out your window. You recalled how you two could not stop talking about how you felt like you were floating as you laid on your carpet floor together, trying to hide giggles from your parents who were just down stairs.

Surely, the tirade your dad gave you when he found out would’ve made you reflect on your actions. But you knew you were lying when you swore to him you’d never do it again.

It wasn’t even the weed itself the reason why you continued ‘borrowing’ it. It was because of how you felt when you and Frank smoked it.

Every single thing you could experience with another boy, you chose to do it with Frank. Your first kiss was with Frank. You begged him for weeks because you really wanted to make a move on the boy you liked, but didn’t want to seem like a beginner, even though you were 16.

Then, at 18, you gave your virginity to him. You knew at the time you loved him, but you weren’t in love with him. And he understood this, that’s why he took off your shirt like he’d done it before, when he hadn’t. He wouldn’t let you know that he in fact too, was giving himself to you as well.

He hoped you would find some conciliation if he told you he’d done it before. But when it was done and over with, you knew secretly what he was hiding. With a smile you fell asleep next to him, knowing that you were his first as well and you slept with a face of total tranquility that night.

The reckless behavior never stopped with you two, even when you both hit your early twenties.

Early as teenagers you both would not stop talking about how you two wanted to persuade music. So when he first started receiving demo tapes, you both knew you were doing something right.

It wasn’t until a bit later till you got your start.

Only a few years later you both would be touring the country, playing in places you’d never even heard of, let alone imagined. And you were happy that you could bury the fear that you hadn’t left him behind.

“How long till you get here? I feel like I'll die without you here.” you groaned into your phone. Truthfully, it would only take a few days with Franks till you didn’t feel like yourself.

You couldn’t laugh as much, and you couldn’t crack jokes as much.

“Maybe like,” you could hear him think for a moment before he spoke again, “like 5 hours?”

You turned over to look at your gray wall beside you, decorated in posters and magazines with you starring on the front cover.

8:12pm

Frank heard another whine through his phone before he nodded his head and chuckled.

“I know. But hey do you still want me to come over? It’ll be like 1 am by the time I get there but I can sleep plenty on the bus here.” he offered.

You smiled to yourself before responding, “of course i don’t care what time it is you just need to be here asap.”

“alright then, i’ll see you soon”

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Feeling a nudge on your shoulder was never something you wanted to feel when you were home alone.

So when you opened your eyes and realized it wasn’t a serial killer standing next to your bed, a grin couldn’t help but rise to your cheeks.

“I thought I'd find you with a cake and flowers or some shit.” he said, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist.

You huffed before pushing him away jokingly, muttering a ‘fuck off’.

“I was about to ring the doorbell when i remembered,” he pulled out a key from his front pocket, holding it between his two fingers in front of you, “that i had this little guy. I really wanted to scare you but I knew how pissed off you’d be with me and you know I can't handle you being mad at me.”

With a giggle, you pulled his back towards you and onto the bed behind you. You’d later go on to regret your decision as his weight on top of you squeezed the air from your diaphram.

“get off of me!” you said with a groan.

He rolled off you onto your crispy white bed sheets that you’d washed just a few hours prior. “How’d you even make it 3 weeks without me? i thought you’d become an alcoholic by week 2.”

Your mouth gaped open as you snapped to look toward him. “What do you mean how’d I make it? I’m surprised you're even alive without me stopping you from doing dumb shit all the time!” you exclaimed, only slightly offended.

He scoffed, chucking a pillow at your face which hit you straight on the nose. You heard footsteps rush out the room the second that pillow left his fingertips.

Your shout radiated throughout the halls of your home. Frank was already halfway across your living room once he heard your shriek. Moments like these made him feel the same way you'd felt a few hours prior.

Frank was always running from you, and a part of him liked the chase, he liked that it was you running after him.

"You're an asshole!" Frank's arm began to ache because of the amount of time you open handed smacked him, in turn making your palm red in pain.

"Okay okay! fine I'm sorry!" he pleaded, grabbing your wrists in an attempt to stop you, and him being much stronger than you, it worked in calming your attack.

"Fine," Your eyes wandered behind him to your liquor shelf, and an idea sparked, "But you're making me a drink."

" See, we can be civil," his hand then landed on your head, ruffling your hair softly.

Rolling your eyes at him, you sat on a stool on your island, your chin resting on your hands as you watched him grab different bottles of liquor like he's done for you many times before.

...

It's not too long before you're both shitfaced on your couch, talking about your chronicles when you were in your teen years. You cuddled on Frank's side as he lays on his back, taking swigs from a bottle from time to time.

But before you could get too far into reminiscing into yet another story Frank interrupted you, " Y'know, I don't say this too often cause its too sappy but," taking a sip from the heavy glass bottle, "I'm happy I met you that day, y'know after what that asshole did."

"No, don't remind me, I don't wanna think of him!" you groaned, lifting your head off his shoulder looking at him.

"Sorry sorry, but i'm just saying, I don't know what I'd do without you." he said almost quietly.

"You can't say things like that to me."

"Why not?"

A moment of silence passed between you two before you got the courage to speak.

"Cause then I'll want to kiss you."

Frank couldn't exactly tell if you were being serious, and if you were being honest with yourself, you weren't sure either. But it just slipped out and it felt right at the time.

But now because of his silence, you were starting to double down on yourself.

"What, are you trying to make those articles about us true?"

Frank was almost trying to make it a joke, but a part of him wanted you to not take it as one.

"I mean.. would that be so bad?" you shrugged.

"I dunno, you tell me."

You both leered at each other for a minute, wondering who was gonna make the next move. You felt like all the alcohol in you burned up in the air, and that for a moment, maybe everything was meant to be this way, maybe the past years you spent together was meant to lead up to this.

"Are we really gonna do this?" He whispered. But you knew what he meant.

"Do you wanna do this?"

You considered his words for a moment.

A response couldn't leave your lips, but in your concise, knew you wanted it, you wanted him.

Slowly, you leaned into him, his eyes never left your lips. He was looking back and forth between your eyes and lips, like he was fighting some urge.

He nervously licked his lips before gulping hard.

"Wait-"

His hands squeezed your shoulders reassuringly.

"I can't keep going without telling you how I feel."

A pit of dread opened up in your stomach. Your heart started to beat at a pace that was foreign to you. Every beat making your stomach clench, anticipating his response.

"Fuck, you know im bad at these things, but. I love you- no, i'm in love with you. I knew ever since that day. And I know I promised to never talk about it after it was over."

Frank couldn't take the agonizing eye contract any longer and pulled his head down to his chest.

"I didn't tell you at the time, but you were my first too. I wanted to give myself to you because ever since the concept of sex crossed my mind for the first time, I knew I wanted it to be with you. I wanted my first everything to be with you. And I realized as I laid with you that day, you were my other half."

You felt your lip quiver slightly, his confession was what you needed to register that you loved his with every inch of your being.

Your hands found their way to his jaw, lifting it up slightly towards you. His eyes glistened up into yours and you could've swore you melted right then and there.

"I just told you, you can't be saying things like that. I just makes me want to-"

Without finishing your sentence, you pulled your lips to his. How was it that he tasted the same after all these years? You let yourself fall into him, letting him invade your every sense.

His hands roamed your sides, pulling you closer to him. He seemed like he never wanted to let you go.

Your hands found their way to the bottom of his shirt. The same shirt you witnessed him cut the sleeves off of with a pair of rusty scissors just the week before.

Frank adjusted himself so you could remove his shirt. You almost didn't want to pull away from him so his shirt could actually come off, but you knew you wanted this too much to wait.

Once his shirt was pulled off him, you reached for the hem of yours, which was actually his shirt that you stole. He'd never tell you but he loved how his shirts looked on you.

He always thought they looked better on you than they could ever look on him.

Once it was off, Frank only pulled you towards him, he almost didn't want to look, he just craved the feeling of your skin on his.

His lips felt hot on your neck as he sucked on your soft skin. "You're just so pretty, I can't get over it." moaning the words into your neck, so he'd know you heard them.

Nothing could compare to the sensations he gave your body. It was like you were 18 again, feeling him for the first time.

You remembered how tense you and anxious were, and that hadn't changed. But something about this time felt purely euphoric. No drug could ever top the way this felt.

With a tug on your bra strap, Frank removed himself from your nape, "Is this okay?"

No matter how many years you'd spent together, he never hesitated to ask for your permission. He wanted you to feel like you were in charge.

You nodded, desperate to feel his touch again.

It wasn't long before the material was discarded somewhere you didn't care.

He looked at your bare chest in awe, like you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. You could've sworn you saw a glimmer in his eye.

He looked back up at you to see you wearing a smile.

"Sorry, I just- you're so gorgeous, I can't tell you that enough."

Removing yourself from his lap, you got onto your knees before him.

You fingers finding their way to the button on his faded black jeans.

"nuh uh, get up, you're not doing what you think you're doing." he reprimanded. Confusion wore your face as you returned to your feet.

"Right now is all about you and the things I should've done the first time all those years ago."

He grabbed you by his hips and removed himself from his spot on the couch before replacing it with you.

His fingers hooked on the elastic of your shorts, pulling them down and your underwear painstakingly slow.

You almost couldn't handle his stare, it was still so embarrassing after all these years. Frank looked up at you once again before inching closer to your core.

His hands grabbed your thighs, moving them slightly up to give him better access. His lips once again moistened by his tongue. The same tongue you were aching to just touch you.

"I wonder if you taste as sweet as I imagined."

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anystalker707 · 8 months

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top surgery <3

Pairings: Frank Iero x [transmasc] Reader Word count: ~ 500 Genre: Drabble / Comfort / Fluff Summary: Sweet interactions between Frank and his boyfriend after the top surgery

requested by @sw33tsuccubus ["froggie you should totally write frank x transmasc reader who just got top surgery 😚 clingy frank whining about(...)"]

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Despite the way your mind was hazy and cloudy because of the meds that had been injected into your bloodstream ever since you got out of the surgery, you still felt that sick sensation in the bottom of your stomach. Not to mention that the bed wasn’t as comfy as your own, and the restraints on your chest kept digging into the skin the wrong way.

“Baby,” Frank whispered, making your eyes avert to him—the room spun under your gaze until you focused on Frank. “Do you want water? Something to eat?” He asked softly as he reached out, his hand stroking your cheek.

At first, only a soft groan escaped your lips. It took a while to process what he said.

“I’m fine,” you mumbled.

Frank nodded faintly, observing you for a while until he started pouting. “Fuck,” he groaned, “I’m so happy for you, but I really want to cuddle you.” He grabbed your hand that didn’t have any IV lines attached to it and kissed your knuckles.

A chuckle escaped your lips—it was weak. “You’ll be able to do it soon,” you said, squeezing his hand. “Once I recover, you’ll be able to lay your head on my chest while I’m shirtless, and I’ll also be able to swim shirtless, or even just walk shirtless around the house, and wear all those shirts I want to…” You trailed off, grinning as you started thinking about all of it. It felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders. A sensation of freedom and comfort.

Frank gasped. “That’s true! Can’t wait for that to happen!” His mouth opened and closed a couple of times as he thought, not knowing what to say as he imagined everything that you talked about. “I’ll be there with you during all of those. I’m so excited for that, baby, wow…” He seemed cute with that dreamy air on his face, smiling and looking at you with such lovesick eyes.

You smiled, not finding the strength to even chuckle this time. “Yeah,” you whispered, giving his hand a squeeze. “Also, this makes me very excited for bottom surgery as well.”

Frank gasped. “Oh my God, yeah! I can’t wait for that as well! Damn, (y/n) with a cock…” He mumbled as he trailed off in thoughts, and you would’ve laughed if you could. All you could do was observe him with a wide grin, rolling your eyes. “Baby, that’ll be so nice,” he mumbled quietly. “I can’t wait for it.”

The way Frank knew how much it all meant to you and was happy because of it made your heart flutter. He was such a good boyfriend…

“Yeah,” you whispered, squeezing his hand a little more. You couldn’t stop grinning.

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mychemicalbarrett · 2 months

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Hi barrett!

is there any way you could write frank x fem reader watching a scary movie and frank comforts her/cuddles with her to make her feel better. Ive had this scenario stuck in my head and would love to see your take on it :)

Ofc!! Sorry it's taken so long, my life has been uh, eventful. also, let it be known that mychemicalbarrett has seen probably three horror movies in their entire life.

You're Safe || Frank Iero x fem!reader

Warnings: uhhhh n/a I think. Author's awful lack of knowledge on horror movies?

(Y/n) laid curled up on her and Frank's bed. Her head was on his lap, as he was sitting up facing the tv. Since the couple both had the day off, they decided to have a movie night, and what better to watch on a date night than a horror movie?

The couple had decided on Friday The 13th. It was a classic, and (Y/n) had never seen it. (Y/n) wasn't exactly the most well-versed in horror movies. She'd seen a couple at sleepovers in the past, but she wasn't particularly paying attention to those. She figured she wouldn't be too scared, though, she knew it wasn't real.

Apparently, she figured wrong. As one of the kills took place, she started panicking rather badly.

Frank noticed and quickly paused the movie. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked, running his hand through her hair.

"Yeah...just, I guess I didn't expect that." (Y/n) shrugged, trying to push her fear away.

"We don't have to finish the movie if you don't want to. We could just snuggle." He offered.

"Really? You wouldn't be mad?"

"Of course not! Why would I?" Frank raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, you were watching it." (Y/n) gestured to the tv.

"It's not a big deal, babe. I've seen this movie at least five times."

"Okay...thanks, Frankie." (Y/n) Shuffled over a bit, so that Frank could lay down next to her.

Frank laid down and put his arm out to the side. "C'mere, doll."

(Y/n) laid her head on Frank's arm, snuggling into him. "I love you."

"I love you too." Frank smiled, wrapping his other arm protectively around her. "You're safe. I'll keep you safe."

And slowly, (Y/n) fell asleep.

#my chemical romance #frank iero x reader #frank iero

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strawbszz · 1 year

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Kinda odd and specific request?? But can you do one where tattoo artist bf frank is with fem!reader who's a kindergarten teacher and everyone just questions their relationship because they're complete total opposites, just pure chaotic fluff honestly.

Frank iero x fem!reader

Requested: anon

Genre: fluff

Word count: 492

You are a kindergarten teacher called Mrs. Iero and it was a little stressful at sometimes.

Frank is a tattoo artist. He loved getting and doing tattoos. It was a pretty cool talent he had, and interest that you thought was pretty cool.

When days would get stressful Frank would cuddle you and make you feel good and all that stuff.

I was a Friday and you just got back from work. You had to pick up Frank from work since you guys only had one car and his work is on your way to the school.

You had your iPod plugged into your car and you were listening to some deftones. I was one of your favorite bands.

You pull into the parking spot of the tattoo shop.

You get out of your car and open the door.

Frank is doing some guy’s tattoo and glanced up at you. His face had a huge smile when he saw you. “Hey baby!” Frank says “I’m about to be done with this guy’s tattoo! I’ll be dome in like 10 mins!”

You smile. “Ok.”

“So how was your day, babe?” Frank asked.

“Hectic. It was the children’s Christmas party today so I had to help plan out everything, help decorate, all that stuff.” You say in a firm voice.

“Calm down babe.” Frank finishes up with the tattoo. “There you go my guy.” Frank whispers to him.

Frank takes off his gloves and walks over to you.

“Come here I miss you.” Frank says softly.

Frank hugs you tightly and you hug him back.

“I missed you too, Frankie..” you whisper.

“I’m clocking out guys! Bye!” Frank waves at his co-workers.

Frank grabs your hand and you both walk to the car.

You two stop holding hands and get in the car.

And you guys drive off.

You guys get home and the second the door is closed you two both start making out.

Frank rubs your sides.

“Can we just… c-cuddle on th- the… the couch…” you say though kisses.

Frank pulls off of you. “Of course. You know how much I missed your cuddles all day. Been craving them.” Frank giggles.

You blush and playfully hit Frank. “you’re silly..” you say.

“Let’s go lay down in bed instead. I know your back is killing.” Frank says rubbing your back.

“Mmm.. yeah..” you say in a sleepy tone.

Frank Leads you upstairs to your guys’ room.

You get up there and Frank grabs you at the top of the stairs. “Hey!! Put me down! I can get to bed by myself!” You laugh.

“Shh.. Princess..” Frank mumbles.

He plops you on the bed and pulls the covers over you. He gets In bed and snuggles up to you.

You scratch Frank’s scalp with you’re nails.

“Mmm..” Frank gets more cuddly from that.

“I love you, Frankie.” You say softly.

“Love you too, (Y/N)..” Frank falls asleep.

You fall asleep too.

#mcr #gerard way #frank iero #ray toro #my chemical romance #mikey way #my chem #mikey fucking way #fluff fanfic #my chemical romance #frank iero x reader #mikey way x reader #ray toro x reader #gerard way x reader

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iwouldn-tdothatifiwereyou · 4 days

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Shh <3 (18+)

FRANK IERO x GERARD WAY x FTM!READER

SUMMARY: Y/N has a dream about Frank and Gee. And then he wakes up and they fuck <3

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Y/N wasn't tired; in fact, he was entirely 100% awake. And he could prove it! His words weren't slurring at all and he was standing upright and he wasn't shaking at all. He felt so awake that everything was extra crisp-looking and bright and colorful, and yeah, it did kind of hurt his head and his eyes burned but that's just a sensory overload thing. It's not a tired thing.

So he was a little bit disappointed when Gerard ushered him upstairs and pushed him onto the bed and told him to get some sleep. "But Gee," Y/N whined. "I wan' stay up with you guys." He stared up at the man.

Gerard shook his head. "You've been up for way too long, and you have class tomorrow." What did he mean up for way too long? It had only been, like, two and a half days. It was literally only 10:00 PM. So he whined again, making grabby hands for Gerard's figure, even as the man was turned around and walking away from the bed.

"Gee..."

"Go to sleep, Y/N. You'll feel better in the morning," Gee said gently. He closed the door after dimming the ceiling light, knowing that he didn't like the dark. Y/N finally hummed begrudgingly, rolling his eyes—that kind of hurt, like a pulsating kind of headache—before closing them and trying to get some sleep.

Almost two seconds after his head hit the pillow, he was in a different place, almost as if he teleported there. The hallway was bright, but not nearly as bright as the stairway was two minutes ago. He heard voices, two of them sounding like Gerard and Frank. The hallway shifted in and out of focus, but the sounds of their voices stayed ever-present.

"Hey, hot stuff," Frank said as Y/N emerged from the almost never-ending hallway. He looked him up and down, biting his lip. Things around him continued to shift, but never completely changing scenes.

"Hi," he said curiously, wondering vaguely what was going on. Gerard was looking his way too, and Ray and Mikey weren't in the vicinity at all. He had thought they were, but maybe he was wrong. He had been kind of tired, after all. He stood there at the end of the hallway, wanting to move forward but not exactly sure how to.

Frank and Gerard, however, didn't seem to need any help getting their limbs to do what they wanted. They stood up out of their chairs (hadn't they been standing? Probably not, if they just stood up) and kind of... strode towards Y/N. It was in this smooth kind of way that made his legs tremble a little bit.

Suddenly they were right in front of him, Gerard's hand in his hair. Gerard was kissing him, and he was kissing back, though he wasn't exactly thinking about kissing back. He was in this fuzzy state of knowing what he wanted to do but not being able to perform those actions of his own free will.

For example, he wanted to pull away and tell Gerard that he was confused. Weren't Frank and him dating? What was he doing kissing him? But instead of doing that, his lips kept moving against the taller man's. He could feel hands running down his sides, making his whole body tingle. His legs continued to shake.

Y/N would have choked, had he had any control over his body, when he felt a body grind against him from behind. Now two bodies—presumably Frank's and Gerard's—were pressed up against him. His thoughts were somehow racing and stuck in sludge all at once.

Gerard's hands came up to cup his face as he was pushed gently onto the bed that was suddenly behind him.

Frank was in front of him as well, now. Gerard pulled away from the kiss. They both had a hungry look in their eyes, looking Y/N up and down slowly.

"Do you want this?" Y/N still had tons of questions, most of them revolving around the idea that Frank and Gerard had never expressed interest in him until right now, and how did it go from 0 to 100 so quickly? But instead of voicing these thoughts, he found himself nodding.

His clothes were off, all of them. Completely bare in front of the two men, he shivered, hands and legs trembling nonstop. He hoped he wasn't ruining the sheets but that was quite a request considering how he was gushing out, every part of him soft.

Gerard pushed him to lie down on the bed, his stomach fluttering uncontrollably as their lips attached again, the older man's tongue pushing its way into his pliant mouth.

He hadn't remembered that Frank was there, quite honestly, until he felt a hot finger press into his cunt. He moaned into Gerard's mouth, unsure of what to do with his hands (not that he could even figure out what they were doing at this moment). The finger quickly became two fingers, Gerard kissing him harder when he squirmed; the digits dragged in and out at a painfully slow pace. Y/N would have cried out once they hit that pulsing spot inside of him had he been in control of his own body. But he was not and so he didn't, taking every little thing given to him like a little puppet on strings being pulled either by the two men interacting with him or some unhinged god.

Gerard finally pulled away from kissing Y/N, instead deciding to attack his neck and shoulders with bruising kisses. He could almost sob—the man buried his mouth right under his jawline and bit and sucked hard, licking over the forming bruise in a crude and truly animalistic way.

He felt, vaguely, the ghost of air across his bare legs, but only for a few moments. And then suddenly Frank's tongue, warm and wonderfully shaped, was plunging into him, twisting and stretching more than a tongue should be legally allowed to. This time it happened. A cry ripped across his vocal cords and tumbled out of his mouth.

Gerard stopped his onslaught of hickeys for a moment to hush him. "Shh... you're okay. You're okay." While Y/N was still trembling from the stimulation of Frank's tongue fucking in and out of him at a distressingly slow pace, Gerard went back to sucking hickeys into his neck.

"Come on, pretty boy," he heard Frank mutter, the words filthy. "Cum for us."

At those three words, a full-body orgasm built up, crashing down over him seconds later. It made his shoulders crowd with butterflies and all four of his limbs seize for a few moments before they released.

A whimper of his own making woke Y/N with a start.

Y/N was practically trembling, limbs sticky with sweat and clit pulsing to the same beat as his racing heart. His hair stuck to his forehead. In his bleary state, he didn't think much of his body screaming at him. He just needed to catch his breath and then he'd be fine.

And then everything flooded back into his head. "What the fuck—?" he said out loud, grateful that he was finally in control of his body. He couldn't quite figure out whether everything had happened or not, but that was something to find out later. Right now his only thought was that he really, really needed to get off. Because that was hot... and so was his body.

He glanced towards the door, finding it closed. So he threw the blankets off of himself and shakily stripped down the lower half of his body, leaving himself in just a t-shirt. He would have to be careful; he was already so wet and his thighs were apparently not only slick with sweat but also discharge. If that shit got on the sheets... he shook his head. He'd make sure that didn't happen.

Although the whole room already smelled like sex, which would kind of be really difficult to get rid of.

He slid a trembling hand down his clothed stomach, stopping right below his bellybutton to ghost his fingers over the area, feeling his abdomen tense at the feather-light stimulation. His head tilted back unconsciously the further down his hand traveled, until he reached his clit, rolling it roughly between his thumb and forefinger. A shaky whimper escaped his mouth, and that just wouldn't do in somebody else's house—somebody's guest bedroom—so he clamped his free hand over his mouth as he continued to stimulate himself.

After a few minutes, he slowly slipped two fingers into his cunt, the pads dragging across his walls deliciously. They pulled out, sunk back in, out, in, out. The pace started slow, Y/N nervous that somebody would hear the squelching of wet skin on wet skin, but the longer he went without interruption, the more confident he got that nobody would even knock on the door, let alone open it. So he sped up, pressing in a third finger and stretching his walls just enough to make it burn but not enough for it to hurt.

He held his breath half the time, gasping for air whenever he dared open his mouth, and he kept humming despite his best efforts to keep himself quiet. The slapping of his palm to his perineum was loud, and he couldn't think of any way to muffle it so he just accepted that that's the way it would have to be.

As he added a fourth finger, feeling the stretch burn him just a tiny bit more, tears welled up in his eyes. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." and he started mumbling curses and empty words under his breath. He felt so close, but also only halfway there, and it was such a frustrating feeling to be almost edged by yourself when all you wanted to do was get off and wash your hands and go back to sleep.

His movements were becoming erratic as he finally felt his orgasm approach, another string of curses falling out of his mouth and his head tilting back just that much farther.

"God fucking fuck... Frank—" he gasped as it finally rolled over him in several waves, his knees kicking up into the air jerkily and the sweet hot-cold of it pouring down his body. He continued to finger-fuck himself through it, his walls sensitive in the best, most stomach-turning way.

Y/N's breathing was heavy as he came down from his orgasm, finally pulling his sticky fingers out of himself. Trembling from ecstasy, he groped around on the bed for his boxers, and when he found them he slipped them on haphazardly. He stood up to go to the bathroom to wash his hands, planning on returning to sleep afterwards because it was still dark outside.

He walked towards the doorway and turned the handle, opening the door, and saw Frank standing in the doorway.

Y/N's eyes were suddenly the size of the moon, and he swallowed dryly. Frank's face was deadpan.

"Were you jacking off?"

"Frank—" he began, but the taller man didn't look like he was taking any shit. Fuck. "I—uh—" He just couldn't spit the words out. So he nodded shakily, breath catching in his throat when Frank's face split into a shit-eating grin that made his cunt start to pulse again.

"Gee, come up here!" He called for his boyfriend. Fuck. Y/N was basically frozen, quivering.

"Yeah, is Y/N okay?" Gerard asked once he reached the top of the staircase. He looked Y/N up and down once, taking in the flush of his face and wide eyes. "Are you... did you have a nightmare?"

Frank cocked an eyebrow at Y/N. Speak. "N-no," he whispered. A whimper spilled out of his throat at Frank's almost imperceptible smirk, and his face grew even hotter at the realization that, fuck, they had both heard that. Gerard's facial expression did a complete 180 in a split second, from a worried look to his own smug smile.

"So what happened, then, little one?" he asked, the smile not going away. The dark flush spread from Y/N's face to his neck and his shoulders. His body temperature was practically boiling at this point. He felt so small, trapped, like a bug under a microscope.

Wetness pooled in his boxers, starting to drip down the inside of his thighs as it soaked through the fabric. "I—please—" he stammered, hands clenching and unclenching in the creases of his t-shirt. His thighs squeezed together desperately for a moment, but he found himself retreating into the dark of the bedroom as Gerard and Frank stepped forward in unison. Another loud moan pressed out of his mouth when he hit the bed and fell back onto it, the two men now towering over him. He craned his neck upwards.

Frank crouched down to his eye level, leaning forward so that their noses were almost touching and Y/N could feel his breath. "So, tell me, Y/N... what were you doing thinking about me while you were jacking off?" he rumbled quietly, but certainly loud enough for Gerard to hear.

Y/N whined, fucking whined, somehow completely unable to form words, his mouth falling open helplessly. Frank reached forward a hand, and for some reason Y/N assumed he was going to caress his cheek, so he prepared to lean into the touch—convince Frank with his best puppy face that it was no big deal and that he should just let it go. The opposite of that happened though: his full tattooed hand grasped at Y/N's face, squishing his cheeks in between guitar-calloused fingers.

"Answer me, pet," he practically growled. Y/N's stomach fluttered at the rumbling sound, the sheets he was sitting on starting to pool with discharge.

Wide-eyed, Y/N attempted to speak through the cracks in his lips, but failed. What came out of his mouth (everything was sinking into horny nothingness, all Frank and Gerard) was warbled and shaky. All he could think was please, but even saying that was an impossible endeavor—believe him, he tried. All that managed to come out was a pathetic "eezs."

"Frankie, poor boy can't talk like that," Gerard said after a billion years passed by with Frank staring him dead in the eyes and his grip tightening around his cheeks. Y/N could see the reluctance in Frank's eyes to let go, but he obliged a short second later. He whimpered at the loss of contact. His face was cold now.

"You can talk now, little one. Now. Tell us what happened." It was almost demeaning, the way Gerard said it, with that deep, usually silky voice of his thundering through the air. Y/N looked down at his hands sitting obediently in his lap, unbelievably embarrassed that he was so turned on by, what, a dream? By Frank's roughness with him?

Gerard tutted. "Look at me." His voice demanded obedience, so Y/N gave in, gaze wandering up the man's body and to his stern but serene face. He seemed unfazed by what was going on, and that felt like a much easier face to look at than Frank's at the moment, who, last Y/N had checked, was still smirking devilishly. "Tell me, pretty boy, what's got you all worked up?"

He took a deep breath. "Dreamed..."

"Speak up, little one." Frank this time.

"Had a dream..." Please don't make him say more, please, please, please. By all that was unholy and damned please don't make him say more.

"Mhm, and what happened?" Fucking shit, Frank, stop it.

"You and..." he gulped. "You and Gee... and I... Gee was kissing me and..." Frank had been eating him out. Say it, they'll never let him live it down but maybe being a good boy will get him somewhere here. "Frank... was..." He couldn't do it. He couldn't spit it the fuck out for the life of him.

Frank rested a hand on his thigh, and he had to resist the urge to absolutely preen at the skin-on-skin contact. "Gonna tell us what else happened, baby? Be a good boy for us?" Jesus fuck, he wanted to be a good boy. He wanted to be the absolute best boy.

He tried to whisper the last part, he really, really tried to get away with it. But Gerard tutted again, leaning down to where his face was inches from Y/N's. "Come on, pretty baby, I know you can be louder than that."

He swallowed thickly. "And Frank ate... me out." He did it! Win! And now was the part where he got called a good boy, right?

Wrong.

"Oh, I see," Gerard said with mock surprise. "And our baby, instead of coming and finding us, decided to just take care of things himself, hmm?" Y/N's mouth went dry. This was not going where he had thought it was going. "Well... I guess we'll just have to teach him what's acceptable."

That sounded... at the very least like his wildest dream of being fucked by The Gerard Way And His Boyfriend was about to come true. Needless to say, he was melting into the mattress, about to become a pulsing, horny puddle of boy.

"Kisses?" he asked hopefully as Frank tugged at his jaw.

"How do you ask?" Sweet Jesus, was this really happening?

"Please..." he began. Frank cocked his eyebrow. "Can I have kisses?" He obliged almost immediately, leaning closer to Y/N and tilting his head, pressing a few chaste kisses to his upper lip before licking demandingly into his mouth. The lip ring felt like heaven on his hot skin. But everything was gone almost as soon as it had started, and Y/N whined, unsure of how to get the contact back.

"Come here, little one," he heard Gerard say. He sounded more behind Y/N now, so he turned around. Sure enough, the man had made himself at home just a few inches behind where Y/N was sitting. He shyly got onto all fours and crawled towards where Gerard was sitting, getting pulled into his lap. "Now, here's how this is going to work, love. You can have anything you want." Sounded pretty suspicious. "All you have to do is ask for it." And there it is ladies and gentlemen, the catch.

He supposed he could sit there in Gerard's lap for a forever and a half. Without saying a single goddamn thing. Just slightly trembling and very, very wet.

"Well, pet, what do you want?" Frank asked coolly, his eyes burning into Y/N's. It dragged another whimper from something between embarrassment and arousal out of his mouth. Damned if he said anything, but...

"Can—can you kiss me?" He whispered. Frank's eyes shifted down and then back up to Y/N's eyes.

"Is that what you want, prince?" His voice was gruff.

"Yes, please."

Frank crept forward at that, rising up from where he was crouched on the floor to sit on the bed. He made little show of tilting his head and leaning in towards Y/N's face, instead making things quick movements. The kiss was sloppy and full of teeth, but it was almost exactly what the boy wanted.

He pulled away, shyly looking into Frank's eyes. "Can you kiss me... harder?"

Frank obliged a split second later, surging forward and capturing Y/N in a now bruising kiss. Their mouths pressed together hard, Frank's tongue hungrily darting into the cavern of Y/N's mouth. He could feel Gerard's boner start to rise, pressing straight up into his cunt. He whimpered into Frank's mouth. Pulling away for a second, he whispered, "Please." And then he was back to kissing Frank, desperately tugging at his hair.

Gerard made them pause, tugging the two apart. "What is it, pretty?" Frank looked a bit disgruntled at the parting, but didn't make a move to go back at it.

"Can..." Y/N was blushing an awful shade of tomato red, he knew it, but he wanted what he wanted. "Can you fuck me and... and Frank... let me..." He couldn't say it, it was absolutely not an option. Please don't make him say it, please don't make him say it.

"You can't get anything you don't ask for, pet," Frank reminded him sternly.

Y/N took a deep breath. Here goes absolutely everything. "Can Frank... put his fingers in my mouth." The idea of tattooed fingers grabbing onto his lower jaw, him drooling all over them... fuck. That was something he needed right now. That was something he needed all the fucking time.

"What a good boy," Gerard whispered in his ear. "So good for us." His boxers, wet and smelling thickly of sex, were already being pulled off. The air was somehow hot on his sweaty skin. When they were gone, completely off his body, leaving him in just a t-shirt for the second time that night, he absentmindedly grinded down on Gerard's cock.

"Ah, ah," he heard the man rumble. "You didn't ask for that." Gerard made his hips still completely, strong hands digging into his thighs. He protested for a moment, but only that single moment, because as soon as he started, he was shut up by Frank's fingers being placed on his lower lip, sinking back behind his teeth. His thumb hooked under his jaw and he squeezed lightly, just enough to remind him that Frank was the one who had the power here.

Soon after, Gerard was lifting Y/N just barely into the air, shucking off his own pants and boxers. "Do you want me to? Gonna ask for it like a good boy?" Y/N was a little bit too dazed at this point to realize that he had no way of asking for what he wanted, so he tried, Jesus, did he try.

What came out wasn't even what could be considered a syllable; just a "ss."

A garbled noise escaped the back of his throat when he was sunk down, completely out of control of the movements of his body, onto Gerard's cock. It was warm and hard and stretched him just right, made his eyes flutter and his mouth go lax. The man began to move, shallow thrusts that dug straight into his cervix and made his vision tunnel, all the while keeping a bruising grip on his thighs, preventing him from grinding down to find his own friction.

If he wanted to he could just ask, he could, but something about Gerard controlling his movements, completely rendering him immobile... he shivered at the realization that, right now, he had no physical control over what was happening. A wave of hot-cold rolled down his body.

He closed his mouth around Frank's fingers, sucking on them lightly, pacifying himself and muting the whines that were escaping him as Gerard fucked him slowly, grinding again and again into his g-spot.

Y/N was getting close to another mind-numbing orgasm, but the friction against his walls just wasn't enough to get him there; it was like he was teetering on the edge of that sensation and Gerard was telling him no. So, despite the best interests of his dignity (where was that at this point, honestly), he opened his mouth and did his best to speak around Frank's fingers.

"Ha' I—" he gasped when Gerard thrust a little bit harder, stretching his opening and pushing against his cervix "—'ush eye-eff?" That was a good as it was going to get, and if Gerard couldn't make it out then he was going to cry. Frank took his fingers out of Y/N's mouth and lifted his chin a little bit.

"What was that, prince?"

He moaned as Gerard rolled up into him again, please, please, please keep going, please. "Can I—" he gasped again "—t-touch myself, please—" Tears were beginning to roll down his cheeks. It hurt, how close he was, his stomach constantly flipping and abdominal muscles spasming and thighs shaking, unable to move. Frank pretended to think about it for a minute, and at this point Y/N was far past having any self-respect. "Please, I'll be good, please, can I?" He hiccuped pathetically.

"Such a patient little boy. So good, so good for us. You can touch yourself." Y/N sighed in relief, tears still dribbling down his cheeks and onto the bedsheets. He took a hand away from where it was tangled in the sheets and reached down. A sob ripped out of his throat as he touched his neglected clit, erratically rubbing it in circles, not even bothering to keep in time with Gerard's thrusts. He was so close, please, please, please.

It crashed down over him an eternity later, his head rolling back onto Gerard's shoulder and his entire body tightening before relaxing. Gerard was still fucking him, pulling him through it. The icy cold burn of overstimulation was already starting to set in, but it wasn't uncomfortable yet, so he decided he would let it continue while it felt good. "So precious, such a good pup, so pretty," Gerard was whispering in his ear. His own thrusts were becoming sloppy and mismatched.

"Please cum in me, please, I'm a good boy—" he hiccuped again.

Gerard's hips stuttered for a second, his pace slowing considerably, before finally coming to a full stop, breathy moans stringing from his lips. The slapping of skin-on-skin that was finally audible with the rest of the noises gone made Y/N bring his head back to be centered with the rest of his body and to open his eyes, where he found Frank leaned back on one elbow as the opposite hand was fisted around his cock, making haste to just get the fuck off.

The two of them watched his facial expression, his eyebrows bunched up in the middle of his forehead and mouth just barely open. Watched as his eyes fluttered when his cum spattered onto his hand and probably his boxers, which had been pulled down just enough for him to touch himself and no farther.

He laid back on the bed, and Gerard and Y/N did the same.

Somehow they ended up in a dog pile of cuddles. "We should do this more often," Gerard said, laughing.

"Agreed."

#fanfiction #mcr #frerard #frerard fanfiction #frank iero x reader #frank iero fanfiction #gerard way x reader #gerard way fanfiction

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sw33tsuccubus · 1 year

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Lero Family For The Win

frank iero x reader

desc: dog

genre: hardcore fluff

inspired/requested by: myself

word count: 435 ('tis but a drabble)

A/N: Soup is so cute <3

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Frank Iero couldn't wait.

As soon as he heard there was a puppy that was recently rescued, he needed it. Lois needed a new friend anyways. She couldn't always be on her own.

When he was told he could come down to the shelter to pick her up, he was extremely excited. He had seen the pictures, and she was such a cutie.

He knew you would be on board, but you would only find out when you got home from work. Hopefully you would actually be on board.

When he got to the shelter, he almost died of cuteness overload. There was no way his dear Y/n could be upset when the puppy looked like that.

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With the pictures posted on Instagram, Frank knew you already knew what was going on. He let Soup play with Lois and watched over them. Absolutely amazing.

When he heard the front door open, he knew it was time. Were you mad? Probably not, but there was still a possibility.

He stood up and put on an innocent smile as he walked towards you. He grabbed your waist and pulled you into a sweet kiss, smiling widely at you when he pulled away.

"Hi, sweets."

"Hey hon. Mind if I get changed real quick?"

"Not at all."

You walked down the hall to change into comfier clothes, and he let out a deep breath. You didn't seem mad. Had you even seen the posts?

When you came back in, he gave you a hug. You hugged back, making him grin like an idiot.

"What's made you so happy?"

"Well.. follow me."

You raised an eyebrow at Frank, before following him into the living room. There was Lois, and...

"Oh my god! Who's this cutie?"

You ran over to the dogs and crouched down to pick up the puppy. She was the cutest thing you'd ever seen!

"Her name is Soup. She was a rescue from Georgia and I just had to give Lois a sibling."

"So are they our kids now?"

You had meant it jokingly, but the thought warmed Frank's heart. He didn't think it was possible, since his beautiful spouse and the cutest dogs in the world were already standing in front of him, but it happened.

"Sure, if you're okay with that."

You looked up at him and gave him a lopsided grin. He gave you a warm smile in return, and he moved to kneel down beside you. He wrapped an arm around you, making sure his hand was on Soup, and wrapped his other arm around Lois.

"Lero family for the win!"

#frank iero x reader #gn reader #soup iero #lois iero

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the-rarest-sexiest-coinkydink · 2 years

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Extra Credit (Frank Iero x reader)

Kinktober day 7: Sir kink (teacher x student AU)

Summary: (y/n) is one of Frank’s favourite students, but recently their grades have been dropping, and he’s worried that something is going on. When he calls them in to have a chat about how things are going, a few revelations come to light...

Word count: 3074 (ahahahahaha the brainrot is so obvious with this one)

Warnings: questionable power imbalance with the whole teacher-student thing, reader is afab!non binary so mention of chest binding (there’s no way I couldn’t slightly model this reader around myself, okay? fight me)

AN: this is like, university type setting, so (y/n) as a student is definitely over the age of eighteen. No illegal underage grooming shit going on here folks. However, it’s still pretty dodgy for a teacher to be that involved with a student. I just choose to ignore that in this scenario because the idea of calling Frank ‘sir’ does things to my brain. Sue me. Stories are for rule breaking.

“Okay, that’s everything for today. And remember, I want those essays in next Monday. That doesn’t mean do it all drunk Sunday night or hungover Monday morning, got it? I want it to be written in legible English, if you guys are capable of that.”

His students laughed as they packed up, chatting as they filed out of his classroom until there were only a few people remaining. One of them was (y/n), and Frank was glad about that - he’d been wanting to speak to them for a few days now. Teaching history at university level over the past four years had given him the chance to meet thousands of incredible students. And of all of the students he’d ever taught, (y/n) was his all time favourite.

Every day, they arrived to his classes with a smile and a cheerful ‘hi sir’. They turned up in either a band shirt and smart trousers or a button up and jeans; style and colour combinations that probably wouldn’t have worked on anybody else, but looked like they were made for them. The essays they handed in were fantastically written, well constructed and intricately detailed. It genuinely brightened his day whenever they walked into the room.

But the last couple of assignments they’d handed in hadn’t been quite so good - certainly not bad enough to earn them a failing grade, but it still concerned him a little. So now that they were one of the last remaining people in the room, he strolled over to their desk, hands in pockets.

“Hi, (y/n). Can I have a word with you?”

A little startled, (y/n) flushed. “H-hi Mr Iero. Yeah, what’s going on?” They silently cursed the way their voice shook. It was bad enough that they couldn’t take their eyes off him whenever his attention was elsewhere; they really didn’t need him to notice the raging crush they had whilst they were trying to have a one on one conversation.

Thankfully, he seemed to brush their little stuttering moment off as surprise - they hadn’t seen him coming, no wonder they were a little caught off guard. “I just wanted to talk about the last couple of pieces of work you’ve handed in. They’re not quite up to your usual standard.” The way their face fell made his heart sink, and he rushed to clarify, resting a hand on their arm. “You haven’t failed anything, don’t worry about that. I’m just a little... concerned about you. I wanted to make sure there wasn’t anything bothering you.”

Relaxing a little, (y/n) shook their head with a smile. “Oh, I’m okay sir. I just found the last few assignments a bit harder than the others, that’s all.”

He nodded, satisfied with that - very much trying to ignore the jolt of arousal that had run through him with the word ‘sir’. “You wanna swing by my office later today? I can go over some of the things you missed, see if that helps you understand it all a little better.”

They chewed at their lip, disappointment in their eyes. “I would, but... I’ve got another assignment to finish for a different class.”

“Okay, uh... what about tomorrow? I really wanna make sure you’re not struggling too much with my class. You’re my best student.”

“Yeah, I’m free from four thirty, if that’s okay with you.”

“Perfect, I’ll see you then.” His smile made them weak at the knees, and they just about managed to smile back before he returned to his desk. Naturally, they stared at his ass the whole way there before making a big show of packing their stuff into their bag, bright red.

As they left, the cogs were turning in Frank’s head. Of course he’d noticed the way they looked at him - it would have been pretty difficult not to, given that he also spent a lot of time staring at them out of the corner of his eye. At least he knew he was a little more subtle. If he was right (and he was pretty sure that he was) then the two of them had been thinking about each other the same way for the last few months. He knew it technically wasn’t right; teachers and students were absolutely not meant to have any kind of relationship other than a professional one. But all of his students were adults, all over the age of eighteen. So in his mind, it really wasn’t that wrong to find (y/n) attractive. To think about their sweet smile and the way they blushed when he complimented their writing. To imagine them pinned under him in his bed, moaning his name... He shook the thoughts from his head before his body could betray him in front of his next class.

He would indulge his imagination when he was home.

Returning to their apartment, (y/n) threw their bag under their desk and flopped onto the bed, burying their head in the pillow. This was getting ridiculous. They were almost completely incapable of having a conversation with Mr Iero without turning into a tomato, and they were pretty sure that he’d noticed the way they stared at his arms when he was teaching. And now, they’d agreed to spend a chunk of their afternoon alone with him. At this rate, there was no way they’d be able to concentrate on what he was actually saying while being in such close proximity.

How the hell were they going to get through this extra tuition session without being a total embarrassment?

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Four thirty the next afternoon rolled around, and (y/n) was bouncing anxiously on their heels as they waited outside Frank’s office, trying to pluck up the courage to knock on the door. Finally they decided to just get on with it and tapped on the door three times, feeling their heart race a little as he called out.

“Come in.” He smiled as they appeared around the door. “Hey, (y/n), come sit down. You can close the door behind you.”

They did so, taking a moment to look around his office. The building they were in was pretty old: all the rooms had high ceilings and wood panelled walls, giving everywhere a cosy feel. But Frank had definitely made his office his own space. The books on the shelves were a haphazard mix of textbooks and old horror stories, with random music magazines filling the little crevices. Two of his cardigans were hanging from the back of his chair, and a third was hanging near the door. His desk was littered with papers, but there seemed to be some kind of organisation system going on that only he could understand. It was a small room, but definitely comfortable.

They sat down in the chair on the opposite side of his desk, smiling shyly. He was effortlessly handsome with his shirtsleeves rolled up, and they found it difficult to meet his eyes. “Thanks for seeing me, Mr Iero.”

“You can call me Frank while it’s just us, I don’t mind.” He made a mental note of the way they caught their lip between their teeth as he continued. “So look, your essays. They aren’t bad. Really, if anybody else handed essays like these in I’d be delighted. They just aren’t the same quality as I’ve come to expect from you.”

“I’m sorry Mr, uh, Frank. The last couple weeks of classes have been a bit tough for me.”

He frowned. “If you’ve been finding things hard, why didn’t you say something? You know I’m always happy to help people if I can.”

“I just... I’m not very good at asking for help, that’s all. And the work itself isn’t too difficult, I’m just not able to stay focused. Really been struggling with my mindset lately.” Their cheeks darkened a little, and he saw the perfect opportunity. He’d decided overnight that the best thing to do was try and discuss the way they clearly felt about each other, and they had just given him the perfect in.

“I think I have a theory that might explain why you’re not working so well lately.”

“Y-you do?”

Frank nodded and got up from his chair, rounding the desk to lean against it and look down at them. “I think you find me attractive. And I think that you can’t stay focused on the work because you’re too busy staring at me. Thinking about me… about doing certain things with me.” They were quiet for a moment, and he sighed. “Look. If I’m wrong, tell me. And I’ll apologise for bringing that up, and we’ll finish this conversation. I’ll give you some tips on those essays, and we’ll move on like it never happened. Okay?”

Their eyes were wide now, their breathing unsteady. They’d pictured this moment countless times. “Okay. But what if... hypothetically… you’re right?”

“Then you might be able to do something for a little, uh... extra credit.” He reached out to cup their jaw, running his thumb over their lower lip and smirking as they kissed it reverently. “How does that sound?”

“I like the sound of that... sir.”

“Oh so that’s how this is gonna go?” He led them around to his side of the desk, guiding them gently to their knees before sitting back down in his chair. “I can think of a few things you can do for me to gain yourself a few extra points.”

“Good, cause I can think of plenty I want to do.” Their confidence surprised both of them, and he moved to tuck their hair behind their ear.

“You sure you’re okay with this?”

“Yeah, I promise.” And they shuffled a little closer, trailing a hand along the zip of his trousers. “May I?”

“Go ahead.”

He watched as they untucked his shirt from his waistband and undid his trousers, taking a moment to admire the myriad tattoos crossing his stomach and hips before dipping their head to kiss the bulge in his boxers. He stroked the back of their head as they took his cock in their hand, eyes widening a little as they realised just how big he was.

“Holy shit, sir.”

“I’m sure you can handle it, kitten.”

Heart melting at the term of endearment, (y/n) nodded eagerly and took the tip into their mouth, running their tongue across it as he gasped. They bobbed their head, a hand stroking what they couldn’t fit in their mouth as the other squeezed his thigh.

“Oh, you were made to do this little one. You look so wonderful like this.”

They pulled off him for a moment, staring up at him with a doe-eyed smile. “I’ve been thinking about doing this for a long time.”

“I’ve thought about you doing this more than I’d care to admit.” He laughed, groaning softly as their mouth returned to him, taking even more of his dick than before. “Good, just like that.”

Before he got too close to the edge - he didn’t want to risk missing out on burying himself in their sweet hole - he tugged them to their feet, standing and unbuttoning their shirt, tossing it under the desk.

“Just look at you. You are... so divine.”

They blushed as his hands skimmed their waist, tensing a little as his fingers met the edge of their binder. Noticing this Frank stopped, dropping the professional façade for a moment. “Hey. Look at me. (y/n). You okay? If you wanna keep it on, that’s fine. I promise.”

The relief was visible in their eyes. “Can I?”

“Of course.”

“Thank you. Sir.”

Satisfied that they were still alright, he ran a hand upwards over the fabric to settle at the base of their neck and kissed them fiercely, pinning them against the edge of the desk. His other hand wandered downwards, undoing their trousers. He broke the kiss and gave them a moment to breathe, pulling their underwear down too until the fabric pooled at their ankles, leaving their lower half bare. Biting gently at their neck and relishing in the way they whined, he let two tattooed fingers dance against their clit. The effect was instantaneous: (y/n) gasped, hands coming up to cling at his head.

“Oh, fuck!”

“Do you think about me when you touch yourself?”

“Yes, sir.”

He teased them for a moment longer, fingers just dipping past their entrance enough to make them shudder before pulling away completely. “Good. Because I plan on ruining you, sweetheart. Once you’ve had me, nobody else will be good enough. My mouth, my fingers, my cock. Your sweet little pussy will never want anything else ever again.”

Clearing a space in the middle of the desk he turned them around and bent them over, teasing their clit with the head of his cock for a moment before slipping the first few inches into them. They moaned, head thudding lightly against the desk, and he stroked their ass soothingly. “You have to be quiet for me, little one. If anyone hears, we’re in big trouble.”

When they nodded he inserted himself fully, having to suppress a groan of his own as their walls clung to him. “Oh kitten, your cunt feels like heaven.” He kept a tight hold on their hips, fucking into them slowly at first to allow them to adjust to his size before picking up the pace a little. His hips met theirs with an almost bruising pressure - and oh, it felt so, so good. Listening closely to the noises they made, he changed the angle of his thrusts ever so slightly and grinned as an especially loud whine escaped them.

“There, sir, oh s-shit.”

His smile widened further as they buried their face in their arm to muffle the sounds.

“Oh that’s it, so good for me.” He kept his hips moving, slapping their ass hard enough to leave hand-shaped marks as he pounded into them, balls slapping against their clit. However, their previous teasing had brought him closer than he thought, and all too soon he felt ready to blow his load. “I- fuck, I’m almost there.” Knowing he really should, Frank pulled out with a groan, leaving (y/n) feeling desperately empty and confused.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“Admiring the view.”

They turned to see him sat back in his chair, cock in hand. There was an incredible amount of restraint in his eyes, and they were pretty sure they knew the reason. Kicking their trousers away from their ankles, (y/n) straddled his lap, whining as they pouted. “You said you were close, sir. Why did you stop?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Do I really have to explain how babies are made? I’m not a biology teacher. I was just gonna-” A groan left his lips as they leant in to suck at the scorpion tattoo on his neck, feeling their wetness pressed against his thigh. “...mmm, finish things off and then use my mouth on you, find out if you taste as pretty as you look. Oh, little one, you’re killing me here.”

Their tone dripped with seduction as they kissed the spot under his ear. “See, I’m on the pill. Fully protected. So you can cum wherever you want… sir.”

As soon as he processed their words his hands were on their hips again, and he smirked at the way their bravado vanished as he buried his dick inside them again, pulling a sound that was almost a sob from them as the head pressed against their cervix. They whimpered against his neck as his hips bucked upwards, shuddering as he shifted so one arm was around their waist and the other hand gripped the back of their head. In this position, the friction against their clit was almost unbearable.

“Fuck, sir, I- oh, please!”

Frank grinned, ghosting his lips against their ear. “Oh, sweet (y/n). Are you asking for my permission?”

“Yes sir!”

He pulled them back to look into his eyes, loving how absolutely wrecked they looked as he brought his fingers to their clit again, this time using far more pressure. “Cum for me, kitten.” And he kissed them hard, swallowing their cries as they finally hit the peak. Their tight warmth around him was enough to bring him to his own release, groaning as his cum filled them and dripped out across their thighs.

The room smelled of pure sex as they clung to each other, breathing heavily and murmuring sweet nothings into each other’s ears. After a couple of minutes, Frank remembered something vital.

“Shit, (y/n) you’re gonna have to get off me.”

“I don’t wanna.”

He sighed, kissing the side of their head. “I know sweetheart. But neither of us locked the door.”

At that they practically leapt off him, the pair of them laughing as he stumbled across the room on unsteady legs and turned the lock.

“You know, it’s probably a bit late for that.”

“Yeah, but it’s the thought that counts.” He came back, kissing them sweetly. “I hope it’s okay that I really don’t want this to be a one time thing.”

Their cheeks went pink as they put their clothes back on, pulling a slight face as his cum soaked their underwear. “Me neither. I mean, what you said about ruining me? I think it’s gonna take more than once for that to happen.”

He raised an eyebrow as he straightened his own clothes back to vague normality. “See, I think I’ve done a pretty good job of wrecking you already.”

“And I think it’s worth a few more attempts, just to be sure.”

Smirking, he helped them re-fasten their shirt buttons. “You know what? That sounds like a smart plan. Think you’ll be able to concentrate in my classes a little better now we’ve... worked this problem out?”

They nuzzled softly against his shoulder as he tucked his shirt back in. “Yeah.”

“Good. Still, we should probably go over some of those essay details.”

“I guess so.” They couldn’t help but sound a little disappointed, and jumped a little as he reached down to squeeze their ass.

“You’ll have to come round to my place to use the right books, though.”

And they caught on to what he was suggesting. “Oh. Oh. Yeah, actually, that sounds like a good idea.”

“Fancy heading there now?”

“Definitely, Frank... Uh, sir.”

“Good. Because by the time I’ve finished teaching you everything that I think you need to learn, I don’t think you’ll be able to walk.”

They helped him return his desk to it’s usual state before heading for the door. “Well, what if I can?”

“Then I’ll just have to repeat the lesson. As many times as necessary.”

#my chemical romance #mcr #teacher x student #everyone involved is a legal adult #frank iero #frank iero x reader #smut #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #teacher au #college au #writing this fucked me up a lil i cant lie #i need a cold shower and a strong drink #oh boy #this is the longest thing i've written so far and that's no surprise #this is probably a sign that i need therapy

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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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rdiowx · 11 months

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Now posted on my ao3: Cndlewax

Frankenstein frank iero x gn! Reader

Ik i said this would be longer but I’ve been working on this for days and i actually dont know what i was going to do with it lmk if i should go on with the series

Now i when was trying to figure out which Frank era would fit Frankenstein i was thinking revenge so thats what i went with and is described here. However now that i think about it, Leathermouth and danger days wouldve been viable options (WHY DIDNT I DO DANGER DAYS IM LITERALLY SOBBING)

Reader is technically Frankenstein and Frank is Frankensteins monster, its like 1930s id like to think because of the 1931 Frankenstein movie, Reader is a mad scientist, Reader is lowkey kinda insane im not gonna lie (because who thinks of this kinda thing), Mikey shows up i just feel like he’s Frankensteins assistant Material, kind of detailed mention of limbs being sewn and stapled together, i mean technically Frank is put in an electric chair…, usage of Y/n,(i do plan on making this a series however if i do id probably move it to ao3 and it would be random chapters of teaching frank random things).

The village ‘mad scientist’ also known as Y/n, You had been rumored to be working on something for years, and you have. Today it should finally be done. You were currently hunched over your project, a man covered in staples, stitches and all sorts of other things. You make sure each limb is sturdy, sewing or stapling multiple times if you have to. When he comes to life —and you will make sure he will— you wouldnt want him to fall over. You need to make sure he can hold his body weight up. you are pulled out of your focus when you hear the lab door open, “I’ve brought good news.” Mikey exclaimed, holding a larger than average beaker in his hands.

You broke out into an extremely unsettling smile, Mikey only smiles back, used to your behavior having been friends with you since you were kids. “Did you get it Mikey?” You asked, at the edge of your seat, He only nods in response. You laugh and spin in your chair towards him, you grab and kiss his face enthusiastically. He playfully gags and wipes his face, having set the beaker down at your work table.

“What would i ever do without you Michael?” You exclaimed, Taking the beaker and quickly making your way to your experiment. Using your lab table to set him at a 90 degree angle you took the top of his head off, you needed to connect his brain stems. You needed to detach multiple places in order to do it, luckily you thought ahead and thought not to stitch these places before hand. Mikey made sure you had enough light to complete this task, holding a simple flashlight above your work area.

After attaching everything correctly you stapled and sewed, it would be a shame if all your hard work went to waste due to some poor patch job. You had been working on this for years, and finally you could finish it. You had done this once before, not anything near as big as this project, but on a salamander when you and Mikey were 16. The day you revived that salamander was the day you earned the ‘mad scientist’ title. “We’ve waited years for this Mikey, i dont think i possibly couldve gotten this done without you.” You said, wheeling over the machine that was going to bring your experiment to life. Mikey smiles proudly as you looked his way, quickly moving to your side as you waved your hand for him to come to you.

“You’re fucking crazy.” Mikey teased, smiling your way before putting his metal goggles —which you made to fit his glasses perscription because he complained about not being able to see every time— on for protection and stepping away from the now powered up machine. You only smile in response, putting your metal welding headgear on before pulling the last lever. The light from the electricity filled the room, you were sure any nosy civilian would be curious if they were outside right now. Turning off the machine you lift your headgear off before checking your experiment. Seeing his fingers twitch filled you with hope, a quiet groan filled your ears looking over, Mikey had a smug look on his face. You looked back towards the now living thing, His hazel eyes looking straight forward. “I feel like he needs a name, what are you thinking?” Michael asked, tilting his head before taking his goggles all the way off and setting them aside.

“Frank.” You replied simply, taking in the mans appearance.

He had a slight green discoloration, covered from head to toe in stitches and staples. you could see the stitches make indents and stretch his skin as well as with the staples, you were lucky he didnt have pain receptors or this would be a lot harder to pull off. A simple screw on the side of his head it was a decently sized one but not huge, maybe as big or slightly bigger than your hand. It was a screw that required a Phillips screw driver even though it was turnable by hand, his eyes had bags and his hair was greasy. His hair was nothing you had seen before, the sides were a light blonde and he seemed to have a mohawk but it was slicked down by the sheer amount of grease that had built up over the years and the front of his hair sat in the middle of his face. He was wearing an old suit you found in your closet, you dont know who it belonged to but you didn’t exactly care all that much. He looked to have had piercings from were you stapled his face, But it kinda fit him after all you could always fix it later. After a while you realized you would have to teach him how to do things again, he’s not what he once was. “Alright (Y/n), i have to go. Gerard is waiting for me to get back home and its getting dark.” Michael informed, hanging his lab coat on his designated hook by the door. “Be safe Michael, wouldnt want to lose my favorite lab partner.” You laughed, Michael rolled his eyes on the way out but not before shouting “im your only lab partner!” You could swear you could hear him mumble a quiet “Im your only friend at that.” Making you roll your eyes, you couldn’t be mad if he was right.

Now you were sat in your lab with your own creation staring back at you. ‘Lets see what you can still do.’ You thought to yourself before walking around to the still seated man. You lifted his arm to see if he could hold it up, He turned his head to face you and surprisingly he could, these are great signs. you sat in your spin chair and rolled your way to your clipboard that was on your desk. You needed to write stuff for your experiment down, right now you were the happiest you had been in years. You couldn’t suppress the slight smile on your face as you tested the staple covered man. After finishing your tests you wanted to move on to his speech, since you were the one who put him together you knew he was capable of doing so.

The only problem was you didnt know how, sure you knew how to talk but you didnt really know how to hold a conversation, if it wasn’t for Mikey you dont think you would talk at all if it wasn’t to yourself. Being the village scientist meant you were always in the lab, you hadn’t talked to anyone but Mikey or sometimes his older brother Gerard in years. You dont even remeber the last time you even left the lab, it was your house and Mikey did all of your errands. You supposed you could start with the basics, ‘hello’ or your name maybe even his. If you started with hello you’d have to explain what a greeting is, if you started with your or his name you might have to explain what a name even is and how to use it. You hadn’t noticed the man move from his spot, you were so busy staring off into space you didnt notice the prominent frown on your face as you stared at the wall. When you finally snapped out of it you panicked as you watched the man touch stuff on your lab table, almost spilling a tube of something before catching it and looking at you with guilt ridden face.

You quickly made your way to him, taking the tube out of his hand and putting it in its correct place. “Um, okay don’t- don’t touch anything on this table..got it?” You spoke, gently steering the man by his hand to sit at your desk chair. You pushed him into said chair maybe a bit rougher than you meant to, however he didnt seem to mind. “Okay.. your name is- can you talk?” You asked, you couldve maybe put in a little more effort but this was your first time doing anything like this. You only got a head tilt in response, it was like he could understand you but he couldn’t answer. You furrowed your eyebrows, Your reaction caused him to frown a little. “‘My name is Frank’ Can you say that?” You questioned, he could only get out ‘Frank’. It wasnt much but you could work with it after all you weren’t sure of what he was capable of, Sure he had human parts but he wasnt fully functional right now.

“Frank, frank is you.” You stated, pointing a finger towards him. “You?” He questioned, his index finger now pointing towards himself. You smiled before shaking your head, This caused Frank to smile as well however he looked sort of confused. You tried again pointing your finger towards him, “when i stick my finger out towards you it means ‘you’, when you stick your finger towards yourself it means ‘me’.” You stated, a look of realization crossed his face before he pointed to himself again. “Frank is me?” He asked, letting out a noise of what seemed to be happiness after you confirmed it. He was going to be trouble but you knew it was worth it, after all, you wanted this.

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