#gerard way fanfiction

[ilooklikeaburntchickenugget]

Love You (Always)

A/N: Heyyyyy this is for all my insecure girlies regardless of what type of body you have. All girlies can feel insecure at times even if you're a 00 or if you're a size 20. So here's a cute comforting fic for all of us ladies who need some extra confidence sometimes! Pairing: Gerard Way x F!Reader Word count: 2,316 words Warnings: Mentions of insecurity, scrutinizing of one's own body, not necessarily an eating disorder, but themes/habits of disordered eating/limited eating, swearing, slight angst

You weren’t really a clingy kind of person, that’s probably how you and Gerard worked out so well. But right now, you were pretty sure you were watching every second until he got home.

You had spent a whole two days cleaning the apartment from top to bottom, making sure everything was set. You couldn’t believe you were going to admit it, but you were somehow nervous for his return. You hadn’t seen each other in months, talking over the phone was spontaneous at best, and he hadn’t been home since, well- you couldn’t remember, actually.

So maybe that’s why in your mind everything had to be perfect, because you weren’t sure what to expect. I mean, this could all simply explode in a minute, right? One small tap on the glass for it to shatter.

You paced around the room a bit, biting on your nail, something you never did, and awaited with baited breath and a thumping heart. He was your boyfriend of three years and you were somehow nervous to see him. It was like a date with a middle school crush but far worse because at the end of the day this actually mattered.

You could hear the door rumble a bit and swing open, looking up to be met with Gerard initially struggling with his bags a bit, but placing them down by the front with a sigh and looking up at you with a smile. You smiled back as he was the first to run up to you and give you a kiss. It wasn’t hectic or frantic just gentle and calm.

“Hi.” You finally said once he pulled away, meeting his eyes and he looked down at your with a smile.

“Hi.” He responded, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” You smiled back. “I- um, do you need help with your bags?”

“Nah, I’ll get ‘em later.” He calmly shrugged, “Probably need a shower though-”

“Oh thank God you said it.” You let out a sigh of relief, “With as much respect as possible, you smell like shit.”

“Thanks.” He snorted, beginning to walk back to your shared room where the closet space was. “Glad we’re on the same page.”

You took a deep gulp as he stepped out of the shower and you were able to finally notice his physique for the first time since being back. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, but his upper body was now structured with soft muscles on his arms and while he still had a bit of a belly (something you adored for whatever reason), he was much… thiner, than he was.

It didn’t shock you by any means considering he was practically getting a full blown workout for an hour a day in the hot sun while touring in the middle of summer. But it also didn’t help your own mental view of yourself.

You had always had this on and off again relationship with self love. Most of the time now, having matured and all and realizing how fake most bodies plastered on magazine pages were, you managed to actually find a lot of confidence in the way you looked. Sure, you were a bit chubby, some chunk on your arms, around your thighs and hips, a bigger belly than just the small one most women had, but you had managed to love the curves that came with it.

“Might as well take a picture.” You heard Gerard say and quickly looked to his face where he was smiling at you, realizing that you had been full blown staring for way too long. You couldn’t even respond, only looking away in complete embarrassment. “Oh c’mon baby,” He softly said, “You’re never speechless.”

He threw a shirt and sweatpants on before walking out to where you were laying on the bed, plopping down right next to you and letting his arms snake around your waist, squeezing you tight. As soon as he did though, and didn’t get your usual enthusiastic response since he knew you loved that move, his eyebrows furrowed a bit. “You okay?” He asked a bit more seriously despite you still facing away and not moving. “Did I say or do something, hon?” You shook your head silently. “What’s up?”

You tried to pull out of his grip, now being doubly embarrassed and therefore on the verge of tears, but it did not work with him at all. Damn, he had gotten stronger too. “Hon-” He tried to push a bit but was quickly stopped.

“Could you not?” You finally pushed back, turning over slightly to face him, his facial expressions quickly contorting from concern to shock. “I’m just not in the mood.” You sighed, getting up as he finally freed you from his grip. “And sorry for staring at you.” You mumbled, walking out of the bedroom and towards the main area leaving him completely dumbfounded.

What had he done in the 15 minutes he was home? Had he done something before and you were just being nice at first? Was he being too up front? Did you need more time to warm up again? Did he read something wrong?

The questions flooded his mind like an exploded dam as he sat up still confused but deciding to give you space and understanding intruding on your personal bubble right now would lead to way more harm than good. Maybe I should Google it or something- Google it Gerard? What are you thinking? Talk to your therapist but- damn, it’s like 9 pm don’t disturb him. Frank’s not bad with advice but he just got home too, Mikey maybe?

He wasn’t sure what to do because clearly, not obviously, like so blatantly, something was very, very wrong. But what was that thing? How did he fuck this all up so fast?

He was pondering his next plans of actions, because yes he would ideally like to sleep in a bed his first night being back in a while, but also the couch seemed like a more fitting punishment for whatever crime he had committed. But you were out there, and seemed like some form of distance at least temporarily seemed to fit the situation.

Finally, after some deep consideration, he figured it was best to just leave you alone and go to bed. If you wanted to come back, he would be on his side facing the other way, being sure not to disturb you. He turned off his side lamp and finally laid down, inevitably having to let the feeling that this was an issue for tomorrow settle on his turning stomach.

The next morning had started out usual for you. You had woken up, taken a shower, done your hair and skincare routine all within a time that Gerard had shockingly not woken up. You let him sleep extra knowing his sleep schedule on tour was never usual and getting anything more than four hours was a blessing, and also because of the little fit last night that you still were too embarrassed to address. Because how were you supposed to bring up your insecurities to your boyfriend without having to acknowledge them?

Just as you finished brushing your teeth you heard his footsteps pad through the bedroom and into the bathroom, where he quickly yawned from next to you in the mirror. “Morning, hon.” He said, his morning voice thicker than ever.

“Morning.” You replied, spitting out the last of your toothpaste, “How’d you sleep?”

“Well,” He said, grabbing his own toothbrush and stealing the tube of toothpaste from your side, “Much better than on the bus.” You lightly smiled at him.

“What d’you wanna do today?” You asked him, brushing your hair once last time. He shrugged.

“Not much, to be honest.” He said, “Maybe breakfast or lunch, then hang out around here. Just wanna be around you.” He smiled a bit, letting a some of the foamed tooth paste show in his mouth which you lightly giggled at.

“Sure,” You replied, “That sounds good.”

You quickly got dressed into leggings and a baggy sweatshirt. At least this would cover your stomach and thighs. The whole “staying in” plan for the day made it easier to justify the outfit and for him to hopefully think not much of it. “You ready?” He asked, walking to the edge of your closet as you nodded.

You grabbed your tote bag on your way out, locking the door behind you, and was quickly met with his hand engulfing yours as you entered the street. He gave it a little squeeze, something he knew you adored, and suddenly had a blush growing on your face.

Thankfully, having lived in New York a decent amount of time now, you had found local favorites that were easy to get into and always good. A diner down the corner was one of your favorites, and especially early in your relationship was a frequent place you would go each morning after he spent the night with you.

You had your usual orders: Gerard would go for pancakes and you would go for french toast, and then each of you would pick off of the others when you got sick of your own. It was almost part of the routine of days like today. That was why Gerard happened to be so off guard when you didn’t order your usual, I mean, you still ordered a regular plate of breakfast food, bacon, eggs, hashbrowns and all, but it wasn’t the usual thing.

He kept to himself a bit, eyeing you instead as each of you talked, and noticing slight body language queues of uncomfortability. He was still pondering last night, and the way you seemed to shrink yourself today didn’t give any indication that you were over whatever was bothering you from yesterday.

You didn’t comment or seem to mind when he took some of your food from your plate, but it made him feel a bit more guilty when you weren’t taking any from his.

“Want some?” He asked, motioning his head and silverware towards his plate. It was still half full of pancakes he has conservatively drenches with just enough syrup to your liking. Why did he have to be so perfect at all the wrong times?

You were tempted, but before your mind could even fathom the taste of his pancakes you remembered how you looked. And you lost all that appetite. You shook your head. “No, thank you.” You replied, taking a small nibble of your hashbrowns.

Gerard really didn’t want to ruin breakfast, but he was also confused, and turning slightly anxious by the moment. You had always enjoyed food, he loved that about you. You were never afraid to try anything new, and the look on your face when you ate your favorite meals was always so genuine and happy. Today it looked just painful.

“Sweetheart,” he spoked up after a moment. You looked up at him. “Is something wrong? Are you alright?”

He wasn’t sure now why he has asked it, seeing your eyes immediately fill with tears and your poor attempt at try to prevent your face from going sour. “Shit.” He muttered to himself, putting his silverware down, and using his free hand to grab yours from across the table.

“I’m just-“ You spoke, with a shaky voice and slow tear trailing down your cheek. You took your free hand and used the sleeve of your hoodie to wipe it off. “It’s so stupid.”

“Honey, whatever you’re feeling is never stupid.” He told you, his face having melted into a puddle of concern. “I’m here to listen, always. You can always tell me anything and everything.”

“I know.” You sniffled a little, taking a deep breath. “Just- seeing you come home and you’ve- you’ve, I don’t know, lost some weight- and you look great! Don’t get me wrong, but I just don’t know why you want me when I look like this and you-“

“Stop.” He said before you could even finish your sentence. You looked up at him with some worry as he sighed. “To begin with, I love your body. I’ve always found you incredibly sexy, and will always think you’re gorgeous even when we’re 80.” He said, “Next, even if your body changes at all, it will never make me stop loving you. I don’t love you just for your body, it’s a wonderful perk you happen to have, but I will always love you for you.” He sighed, “And finally, even if you did gain weight, or your weight shifted to other places, that’s just more of you to love. There is zero downside to that.”

You took a few moments considering his words. “Thanks.” You replied simply, feeling a little more calm but guilty for allowing your feelings to ruin his first day back. “Sorry for-“

“No apologizing for your feelings.” He said again, squeezing your hand. “I love you, and I will always be here to listen to you. Never feel guilty for feeling one way or another, okay?” You nodded. “Now, do you want some of my pancakes.”

You took a deep sigh of defeat. “Yeah.” He smirked, pushing the plate halfway across the table as you removed your hands from each other to go back to holding your silverware.

You took a pretty decent amount, stabbing with your fork and ferociously cutting with your knife. “Fuck these are good.” You grumbled, halfway done chewing them. He chuckled.

“Have as many as you want.” He softly smiled. 
“I regret not getting the french toast.” You admitted with a small cringe. “We always share it.”

“You wanna get it to go? We can keep it as a late night snack for later.” You took a moment contemplating his suggestion with a growing smile. You nodded. “Extra strawberries?” He asked with a knowing smile.

“Always.”

[partypoisonzz]

i'll do anything you say (if you say it with your hands) (gerard way x reader smut)

Kinktober Day 3: Glove/Hand Kink

Era: Danger Days (2010)

Reader Pronouns: None mentioned but Reader has AFAB anatomy.

Content:

- Glove/Hand Kink

- Domestic bliss 🥺

- Dom!Gerard... for most of it

- Degradation

Word Count: 3,629

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

-

"What do you think?" 

You look up from your phone, taking in the sight of Gerard standing in front of you. At long last, his concept for his Party Poison costume has come to fruition. Months of sketches and reworking have culminated in this moment.

"Impressive," you say. And it truly is.

Your eyes scan over him, down and up and back again. There are the nice leather boots that go halfway up to his knees, the dark wash jeans, the customized blue jacket, emblazoned with the Dead Pegasus logo that he designed, the yellow plastic mask…

Your eyes travel back down to his hands and pause at the brown leather biker gloves.

"You really think so?"

You snap back to the present at the sound of Gerard's voice. You look back up at his face, alight with pride, and nod.

"Mmm-hmm. You look great, honey."

He does look great.

He looks so great that you can't stop thinking about it, even after the costume is put away and he's just your husband again. You're still ruminating over the getup hours later, and you don't know why.

Your thoughts are clouded as you go about the rest of your day. You feel guilty for only halfway-listening to Gerard's excited rambling about the upcoming album, as well as being completely checked out when you meet the rest of the guys for dinner. You only return to reality when Frank throws a crumpled-up napkin at you and hits you in the face, eliciting uproarious laughter from the rest of the table and stares from your fellow diners.

The haze hangs on until just before you crawl into bed.

You hear Gerard call to you from the bedroom as you wash your face. "Babe?"

You splash yourself with the cold water once more before turning off the faucet and reaching for a towel. "Yeah?"

He stays silent for a moment before posing his question. "You're okay, right?"

"I'm fine." You pat your face dry before tossing the towel into the hamper and turning off the bathroom light. Having completed your usual before-bed routine, you saunter into the bedroom and crawl into bed next to Gerard. "Why do you ask?"

Gerard closes his book and sits it on the nightstand. "I dunno," he says. "You just seem sort of... distant."

You sigh, stretching out your aching limbs. "I'm tired," you say. That's not a lie, either. "I know I don't have the right to complain, — you're the one doing all the work, after all, — but this whole album thing... The recording and the PR stuff and the music videos and getting ready for the tour..." You turn over on your side to face your husband.

"It's all getting real so fast," you tell him quietly. "In three weeks, you'll be out on the road again, and I'll still be right here."

For a while, Gerard doesn't say anything. He just stares at you in the dim light of the bedside lamp. He looks beautifully solemn, strands of his newly-dyed red hair falling over his eyes.

Finally, he breaks the silence. "C'mere."

He gently cups your cheek as you draw closer to him, pressing his lips to yours in a lazy kiss. You close your eyes, relishing the feeling of his mouth on yours, the way he's still close enough for the two of you to share body heat, the faint, lingering scent of his hair dye, the feeling of his thumb brushing across the side of your face...

Even when he pulls away, he keeps his hand there, softly caressing your skin. "Everything's gonna be alright," he assures you. "Being away from you won't be easy for me, either, but..." He presses a kiss against your forehead before resting his head against yours. "I'll come back like I always do. Plus, you've got me here right now."

You chuckle. "Thank God for that."

"Glad you see it my way." He nudges you lightly with his shoulder. "Want me to rub your back? Ease some of the tension?"

You raise your eyebrows. "Is this just a back rub, or a back rub with extra stuff?"

"Just a back rub." He pauses, appearing to think before tacking on an additional disclaimer. "Unless you want the extra stuff, of course."

You laugh. "Think I'll just go with the backrub for now," you say. "We'll see about tomorrow, though."

He nods. "Tomorrow. Got it." Another nudge. "Now, turn over."

Only when he starts massaging your tense shoulders does everything begin to fall into place.

You've always had a thing for Gerard's hands. How could you not, really? The way that he grips the microphone... His careful precision when he draws... How he alternates between soft and firm touch equally skillfully, as though it's absolutely nothing...

You can't help but look at his hands when he's completing everyday tasks. Oftentimes, your train of thought leads you to anticipate all the places those hands will wander later on. Even after a few years of marriage, you still find yourself turning away, face aflame.

Your mind flickers back to the gloves from earlier. Suddenly, everything makes perfect sense.

There's something about the way his hands look in those gloves. The cracked dark leather, concealing everything but his fingers and knuckles... Showcasing how his hands seem strong and delicate all at once...

You don't know why you didn't realize it sooner.

Try as you might not to allow yourself to obsess over this realization, the thought lingers in your mind. It's still there, even when Gerard falls asleep rubbing your back and you can barely keep your own eyes open.

For the millionth time since you first met your husband, a familiar thought pops into your mind.

Everything about him drives me insane, you think. He's gonna be the fucking death of me.

You sigh and turn over on your back, your own hand creeping into the waistband of your pajama pants.

-

A week or so later, you find yourself baking in the desert sunlight through the window of an old diner. Though you know you could logically blame the hellish climate of California in late July for the feverish feeling overtaking you, you know that you're sweating for an entirely different reason.

"Hey, babe. How's my ass look?"

You focus your attention on Gerard, who is currently turning slow circles in an attempt to properly show off the goods.

"As good as ever," you tell him.

"But is it good enough?" he presses. "It gets its own close-up, so it has to be in peak condition..."

"Your ass is always in peak condition," you cut him off. "Then again, I am married to you, so maybe I'm biased."

You grab a magazine off the table and flip it open, attempting to distract yourself. As it stands, you want to jump his bones, right here, right now. Discussing the premium quality of his ass isn't helping.

You wrinkle your nose as you open to a spread in the middle of the volume. "Ew," you laugh. "I didn't intend on seeing Simba and Nala uncut, but okay..."

"Lemme see." Gerard swipes the magazine out of your hands as he slides into the booth next to you. You watch him flip the pages of the magazine, slow and deliberate, and feel the blood rushing to your face again.

He chuckles. "Oh, yeah. This whole thing is a gag for the video. Only the perviest shit that National Geographic has ever had to offer." He places the magazine back down on the table. "Mikey's gonna be the one reading it, of course." He snorts. "Poor kid. I can never make him suffer enough..."

You can never make me suffer enough, you think. You manage to bite your tongue before the thought slips out. That would kind of be a jarring thing to tell your husband unprompted.

You startle back to the present moment when you feel Gerard's fingers drumming against your thigh.

"Hey." He gives you a gentle smile. "What're you thinking about, huh?"

The honest answer runs through your mind. In fact, it damn near passes your lips.

Your hands, you want to say. More specifically, how they would feel wrapped around my hips if you just threw me onto this table and blew my back out.

The door swings open, ensuring that you don't put this idea out in the open. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything," Mikey says. "But we just got back from our lunch break. Probably should get as much filming as we can in before the sun goes down."

You offer Gerard a shaky smile and a kiss on the cheek. "Alright, Mr. Director. Back to work."

"Right." He returns to his feet. You stand up and brush yourself off, sauntering towards the fridge for a soda.

Just when you think he's about to step into the blazing midsummer afternoon, Gerard speaks up again. "Hang on a minute," he calls to Mikey.

The next thing you know, his hands are on your waist, pulling you towards him.

You try not to tense up, — it's a purely innocent touch, for God's sake, — but it's kind of difficult when he fucking squeezes your waist while he kisses you. 

"Love you," he tells you when he pulls away. "See you in a little bit."

He turns on his heel and follows his brother outside without any idea that such a slight touch has left you weak in the knees.

-

A little over an hour later, your phone buzzes in your pocket. You immediately answer it upon seeing Gerard's name flash across the screen. "Hello?"

"My trailer's open, if you wanna swing on by." You can hear the sly grin in his voice. "Just you, me, some drinks, and the air conditioner."

Though you roll your eyes, a smile surfaces on your face in response to his proposition. "I'll be right there. Just gimme one sec."

A few minutes later, you're pushing the trailer door open and climbing inside. "Another break?" you ask as you close the door behind you. "You just took your lunch, like, an hour and a half ago..."

"Yeah, but more pressing matters came up." Gerard abandons his spot on the cushioned chair next to the window to meet you by the door. He reaches behind you to fasten the lock before cupping your face in his hands.

You stiffen as your eyes connect with his. His lips curl up just slightly, but it isn't the glowing smile that he was giving you earlier.

You think he's going to kiss you, but he doesn't.

"I saw how you were looking at me earlier," he says, his voice low.

You attempt to swallow the lump building in your throat. Though the anticipation of what might happen next twists your stomach into eager knots, you know it's not out of your realm to sass back.

"Yeah? So I thought you looked good." You shrug, trying to play it off as though your heart isn't running wild in your chest. "Sue me."

His grip tightens around your jaw. "Don't you know how to ask for what you want, sugar?" he asks. "You can't just spell it out for me all the time. It gets tiring."

He presses his mouth to yours. You kiss back eagerly as his tongue runs over yours, grabbing fistfuls of the fabric of his shirt. You hear him let out a low groan before he pushes you back into the wall.

"Fuckin' tell me," he orders. "Use that pretty little mouth of yours."

A whine climbs up your throat before you oblige him. "Your hands."

"My hands?" He raises his eyebrows, looking at you as though the conversation just took a completely unexpected turn.

You know better than that.

He absolutely knows. Maybe he's known all along.

Still, he asks: "What about my hands, sugar?"

"You know that I've always liked your hands," you say. "I love the way they look, all strong but so... pretty. Love the way they feel when you touch me." You swallow hard once again before continuing. "But the gloves. Jesus Christ, Gerard... I don't know what it is, but those gloves are so fucking hot..."

"You like the gloves, huh?" He huffs out a laugh. "Should've just said so." He holds his hand in front of your face before giving you another command. "Open your mouth, baby."

You obey him without question.

He doesn't have to ask you to suck the two fingers that he plunges into your mouth. You do it automatically, your tongue running slowly over his skin.

He draws in a sharp breath. "I didn't know you had such an oral fixation. Could've made good on that a long time ago..."

You pull off of his fingers with a pop. "I don't usually," you say. "It's just... well... your hands..."

He chuckles. "Like sucking on my fingers, sugar?" he asks. "That's cute. Such a good little slut for me."

The degrading nickname elicits another pathetic whine from you. "Please," you beg. You aren't entirely sure what you're even asking for. You just know that you want, — need, — more from him.

"Please what?" he asks. "Use your words, baby."

"I don't care what you do to me," you tell him. "Just as long as you use your hands. And don't take the gloves off."

He laughs openly now. He sounds a little maniacal, a little mean, but that only makes you wetter. "You're so desperate," he comments. "It's fucking adorable."

He snaps his fingers before pointing to the chair in the corner. "Sit."

Wordlessly, you walk over to the chair and take a seat.

He smiles before sinking to his knees. You shift as he undoes the button and zipper of your jeans and pulls them down your legs. "Needy little whore," he remarks. "Losing your fucking mind over the slightest bit of touch..."

You let out a broken moan as soon as the leather of the gloves meets the skin of your bare thigh, proving his point.

He barks out another harsh laugh. "Holy shit," he says. "You'd think you hadn't been touched in years."

At this point, the part of your brain that generates rebuttals has turned completely off. You roll your hips up into nothing, more pleas falling from your lips. "Gerard... Please..."

Gerard doesn't react to your begging, his face set in concentration. "If you go crazy for my hand on your leg, I wonder what you'll do if I move it..." His fingers climb up your thigh slowly. "Up here?"

You moan as his fingers lightly brush over the front of your panties.

He's so close to where you need him, but...

Not quite.

He pulls his hand back with a self-satisfied grin. "Even better than I thought," he says. "Now, how about..." His fingers hook under the edge of the fabric, pulling the underwear down. "This?"

Another whimper of affirmation as you throw your head back.

"Good." His hand starts climbing up your inner thigh again. You know there's probably going to be a wet spot on the chair by the time you stand up. "What about now?"

Your knees buckle as his fingers finally brush over your exposed pussy. "God, yes," you gasp.

"Yeah," Gerard says. "That's what I thought."

Just like that, all the teasing comes to an abrupt halt. He shoves the same two fingers that he put in your mouth earlier inside of you. You cry out, grinding your hips into his hand.

"Look at you. Fucking yourself on my hand." His voice drips with pride, — as well as arousal, judging by the groan that follows soon after. "Fuck, baby. That's so hot. Wish you could fucking see yourself, the way I'm seeing you right now."

Though part of you worries it will all be too much, you look down at him, taking in the genuinely awestruck expression on his face.

If the past few years that you've spent with him have taught you one thing, it's that Gerard is really no good at being dominant.

Well, he's technically good at it. He knows how to talk dirty, how to fuck you until your entire body feels like it's coming unwound, how to make you come over and over again.

The thing is that, no matter how many times he calls you names or pulls your hair or marks you up with hickies and bruises, he just can't keep the mask from falling. Which is remarkable, considering he can be quite the actor.

No matter how intense things get, you always catch him just looking at you at some point, eyes brimming with love.

God, if that doesn't make you weaker than anything else.

You can barely look at him right now. He's so fucking pretty, — sunlight illuminating his neon hair like a halo, his eyes shining green-gold beneath the rays as he looks up at you. You could count the freckles across the bridge of his nose, write poems about the way his eyelashes flutter across his cheeks when he blinks.

But then he picks up the pace, and you remember that he's fingering you in his trailer while he's supposed to be working.

It isn't the most poetic representation of romance, for sure.

Not that you're complaining.

You taste blood from your lower lip as he curls his fingers upwards, pressing hard against your front wall. His fingers are long enough to hit all the right places. Even better, he knows your body like the back of his hand. (Ha-fucking-ha.) He knows exactly what he's doing.

He pumps his fingers in and out, going knuckle deep before repeating the process. The leather of the gloves brushes against your inner thigh, only intensifying the sensation.

It's borderline overwhelming. And still, you tell him...

"More," you manage. "Please. I need more."

"Don't have to tell me twice, sugar." He brings his other hand up, pressing his thumb against your clit.

You begin to feel dizzy as he rubs tight circles around the bundle of nerves, still thrusting his fingers into you all the while. Heat pools between your legs, your building orgasm creating the feeling of flames licking between your hips.

"I can't..." you pant. "Can't hold on anymore, oh my God..."

At that, Gerard pulls his fingers out all the way. You whimper at the loss just before he pushes them in again, meeting absolutely no resistance.

You feel yourself tightening up, clamping down on him as you let out a cry that just barely drowns out his desperate gasp.

Your back arches as you come and come and come. It's intense, — the most intense orgasm you've had in a long while. You swear that it's never going to end. When it finally does, you let out a bewildered laugh.

"Holy shit," you huff. "That was fucking incredible."

Gerard simply hums in agreement before licking his fingers clean.

You idly swat at him. "Gross," you chastise him. "I mean... hot, but gross."

He pulls his fingers out of his mouth with a smile. "You know you love it."

You would have to be a liar to deny that.

"Yeah," you admit. "I do."

You nudge him lightly with your leg. "Now, get up. You've got a music video to finish."

He laughs as he stands up. "Bold of you to be bossing me around after I just made you come like that." 

"Mmm... It's my turn now." You pull your pants back up before rising on still-trembling legs.

You can't help but notice the tenting of his skinny jeans when you lean in to kiss him. You close your eyes, relishing the taste of yourself on his tongue. You only pull away when he moans into your mouth. 

"I'm getting you back when we go home," you declare. 

Despite his panting breaths, the crooked smile on Gerard's face tells you that he takes this as a challenge. "Oh, yeah?"

"Absolutely." You walk towards the door, lingering in the entranceway for just a moment. "I'm giving you one condition right now," you finally say. 

Gerard trails behind you. Despite his earlier dominance, he's right back to following you like a lost puppy. "And what would that be?" 

You can't help but smile slyly. God, he's into this. "Let me try on the gloves." When he's close enough, you pull him close to you, kissing him hard again before pulling back to whisper in his ear. "Maybe I'll jerk you off while I'm wearing them."

His breath hitches as your lips travel downwards, settling against the side of his neck. "Fuck," he mutters as you suck at a particularly sensitive spot.

"Mmm-hmm." You pull back with a quiet giggle, elbowing him in the side playfully. "Get back to work now. For real."

You mentally pat yourself on the back as his voice takes on a whiny tone. "But, babe..."

"Later." Stern as it is, your voice holds a promise that you'll make good on your word.

Clearly, it's enough to make Gerard listen to you. As he reaches for the doorknob, you give his ass a quick grope.

He makes a quiet sound of surprise before casting a questioning look in your direction.

You smile. "I don't feel like I properly expressed how great it looked earlier."

He rolls his eyes before pushing the trailer door open and stepping back out onto the desert sand.

You give a self-satisfied chuckle as you close the door behind him, opting to utilize the air-conditioned refuge of his trailer for the remainder of the afternoon.

Tonight is going to be fun, you think as you watch him reunite with the crew throught the window.

You'll do your best to drive him wild. It's only fair that he gets a taste of his own medicine.

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Hemophobia

Vamp!Gerard x Reader

Summary: Reader is worried that their boyfriend, Gerard, who is also a vampire, may try to use them for blood.

Warning(s): Mentions of animal blood, Hemophobia (fear of blood)

A/N: Yay first MCR request!! This is kinda a short Drabble while I work on my other draft. I hope you enjoy this and tell me if I can fix anything love! And sorry if this is really bad I had to work on this at school-

Your eyes shot open and you sat up immediately in a cold sweat. Oh.

Just a nightmare.

You look to your side to see Gerard in the bed next to you, he didn’t really need sleep since you know, vampire, but he still slept next to you since you had been used to it. You thought about the nightmare for a moment. It was a fuzzy memory but you remember that bite Gerard took into your neck, taking every single drop of blood out of your body. Being so careless about how you felt just caring about how much blood he got. You knew this wasn’t likely to happen since you always had pigs blood in the fridge that you got from the butcher shop down the road, but.. what if Gerard ever got, tired of it? What if he did try to bite you.. You kept overthinking about that until you started to cry a little, tiny sobs so you didn’t wake Gerard who was next to you. But that was bullshit because you sobbed a little harder, you didn’t mean to you were just panicked. Those sobs eventually got louder and louder, to the point Gerard woke up.

“Y/N wha-“ He paused as he saw your face, cheeks stained with tears and eyes red, hearing your tiny sobs and unsteady breath. “Oh sugar,. what’s wrong?” His gaze softened and he went over to your side, putting his hand on your back that had small calluses on the fingers from learning guitar.

“Gerard will you ever use me..for blood?” Your breath was unsteady and your eyes heavy with worry. His face showed that he was even more ready, he looked like he might cry too when you said that. “No, No.. Of course not sugar..” He said, pulling your body into his for a hug as he shook his head. You put your head in the crook of his neck, right where his bite mark was.

“Hey, I don’t ever want to hurt you, or use your for blood, I’d rather die.. or, be staked. You know what I mean.” He rubbed circles on your back and softly whispered to you. “I love you to much to do that.” He kept whispering sweet nothings to you till you fell asleep, he softly moved you from his arms back onto the bed. He clicked off the lamp and laid next to you.

“Goodnight sugar.”

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The Perfect Halloween Look - Gerard Way x Reader

Summary: You are attending the college Halloween party, not sure where you are standing with your friend Gerard, when he asks you to do his make up Reader: should be gender neutral (no pronouns used, Reader wears a dress and a hairband as a custume) Word count: 4 177 A/N: This didn’t post on Halloween for me and I don’t care what, it makes me fucking angry, because nothing since I got up went right and this is just the last straw. Take it or leave it. I’m off for today.

With furrowed brows you looked at your reflection in the mirror. For the past thirty minutes you had worked on your face paint for the college Halloween party. You planned on going as a dead cheerleader, already dressed in the short, red and white dress, which you had splattered with fake blood. You had applied a thin layer of white make-up all the way down your neck, giving your natural skin colour a sickly touch. Your eyes and hollows of the cheeks were powdered with black, green and blue eye shadow, making them look fallen in. All in all, you really did not look very healthy anymore. Maybe it was a bit too much though, not natural looking.

But who cared? This was not costume make-up for a realistic movie but for a college party. Nobody would care if it was a bit too much. It looked good.

You just hoped Gerard would think so too.

Gerard and you had been friends since your first year in college and had somehow ended up sitting next to each other in almost every class you took. You knew he loved dressing up and playing around with make-up, but much to your surprise he had been rather hesitant about answering your questions as what he wanted to dress up this Halloween until he had finally confessed that he just didn’t feel like dressing up at all. You had offered to help him with a bit of spooky face paint if he wanted, but he had turned down your offer.

Honestly, you did not have a lot of experience with make-up at all, but you had worked out some techniques by now, and any excuse to spend more time with Gerard alone was good enough. The way he had rejected your offer had just sounded a bit too annoyed for your taste, and now you were not sure if he even wanted to hang out with you at the party at all.

It was fine, you told yourself, as you applied a bit of blue eyeliner as lipstick, coating it with lip-gloss, and contemplated the result. You had other friends to spend the evening with, other friends who you could laugh and have a good time with.

But the truth was that it was not fine. None of them understood you quite as Gerard did, none of them made you feel as accepted, as noticed as Gerard. Your heart ached at the thought of him maybe not wanting to hang out with you. You had known for a while that you had developed a crush on the cute artist.

The way he was so passionate about his projects, be it for art school, comics, or music was enthralling and contagious. The way he talked about certain topics, you could just relate to him. And maybe that was what had prompted him to be more open with you recently. He had begun talking about more personal stuff recently, stuff you really hadn’t expect him to ever share with you. But maybe he had felt the same, and instead of feeling good about having confided in you, he had pulled away, drawn back.

Or maybe he had noticed you liked him and tried distancing himself in order for you to not get your hopes up.

Either way: his behaviour these past weeks made your stomach churn. With a sigh you grabbed the small tube with fake blood and slipped it into the box with the rest of the make-up which you planned on taking along to the party since you had offered a few girls from your class to do some low effort face paint for them. More white powder, black, green and blue eyeshadow, black lipstick and the fake blood should be enough. But you didn’t dare bringing up your hopes that maybe Gerard would ask you to do his make-up.

~*~

You were one of the first people to arrive at the party. It was held in one of the college buildings, a whole corridor of classrooms unlocked with each room offering different activities. One room had mostly snacks and drinks, one karaoke, and one even beer pong, even though the party was rather small and intimate, since it was only off your department at college. That meant about fifty people max, plus maybe a few friends and acquaintances. It also meant that you knew almost everyone there, and as soon as you had stepped foot into the building you got pulled into conversations.

An older student handed you a red solo cup filled with coke as you were discussing the new professor you both had, and how he seemed rather overwhelmed and unprepared for his classes, when the first of your friends arrived. Like promised, you helped them with a bit of face paint.

It was strange being so close to them as you tried to apply the different products to their face. You could smell their perfumes, and a few of them seemed to have had coffee not too long ago, since you could still smell it on their breath.

The task of getting your friends touched up made you forget about Gerard temporarily, and only after about an hour you noticed that he still had not arrived. You could not help but feel strange about it. You had noticed he had kept his distance recently, obviously you had, but that he would not even turn up the Halloween party because he would meet you here? The thought stung, and you bit your lip hard to hide its quivering, quickly reaching to a bowl with crisps to distract yourself.

That all your friends had left you hanging once you had done their Halloween make-up, and decided to get as drunk as possible in the first hour did not help your mood either. You didn’t feel like drinking. You didn’t even feel like being here at the party anymore, now that everyone had migrated to talk to other people, and not even Gerard was around. It was ridiculous really, how all of a sudden you felt lonely, even though the room was semi-crowded with people looking for snacks that were lined up on the table underneath a window.

You were just about to reach for the bowl a second time, already chewing on the salty crackers, when suddenly you spotted Gerard. His hair was black and dishevelled, just like always, and he wore his normal everyday clothes. One of your classmates walked up to him, doubtlessly commenting on the lack of Gerard’s costume, but Gerard’s eyes flickered through the room, until they landed on you. Quickly you sent him a smile and lifted your hand in greeting, your heart hammering in your chest. Gerard nodded at you, and – without taking his eyes off of you – made his way across the room to where you were standing next to the table on which your friends had sat while you had done their face paint.

“Hey,” Gerard greeted awkwardly, running his hand through his hair. A nervous gesture of his. “You look great.”

You felt your cheeks heat up as Gerard’s eyes skipped over your body, the tightly cut dress, your exposed legs, the white sneakers, and back up to your face. A smile tucked at his lips as he saw the red bow you had tied into your hair, perfectly matching the red of your fake-blood splattered dress.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, fidgeting around with one of the eyeshadow pallets you had used on your friend a few minutes ago.

“Your make-up looks really good too,” Gerard added, as if he wasn’t sure what else to talk about.

“Took me long enough,” you joked, rolling your eyes. “You didn’t dress up?”

Gerard shrugged. “Didn’t really feel like it…”

His eyes wandered from the eyeshadow palette between your fingers to the other make-up products you had still spread out over the desk besides you.

“Is there a chance I could still get a make-up appointment though?”

Your heart missed a beat and almost you would have dropped the palette you had been fiddling around with.

“What?”

“I mean… I know I said I didn’t want to. But seeing everyone else with this cool Halloween make-up on…” Gerard pulled up his shoulders, slipping the sleeves of his hoodie jacket over his hands insecurely.

“Uhm, sure,” you quickly, answered, trying to calm down your racing pulse, and gestured to the desk. “Sit down.”

Before this evening, when you had imagined doing Gerard’s make-up it had all been nice and cosy, but after having done the make-up for about half of your friends, you had realised how close you sometimes had to get if you wanted to get the details and everything else right. You had stood between their legs, sometimes leant in so close that their breath had fanned over your face, or spread some of the make-up with your fingers, since that had worked better than with sponges or brushes. It had not been weird with them, because they were your friends, and you were not interested in any of them romantically. But with Gerard…

Following your invitation, Gerard hopped up on the desk, letting his legs dangle like a little kid.

“What do you want me to do?”

Gerard furrowed his brows for a moment and looked across the room for inspiration.

“Just a skull, or something like that. Or what you did for yourself. I like that a lot. I can just be dead me.”

You laughed quietly at that, before you grabbed the white eyeshadow. You had experimented with theatre make-up, but the eyeshadow had worked best for your limited experience. And it made adding other colours easier.

With shaking hands, you dipped a little sponge into the eyeshadow (the cheapest you had found) and moved close to Gerard. You had wanted to stand beside his legs, positive standing between his legs like you had done earlier with your other friends would give you a heart attack, but he already had spread them for you to stand between them, so you did.

You could tell he was watching you closely as you began dapping the white powder all over his face. He was pale already, but the additional white made him look sickly. He was leaning back on his hands, drumming along to the music that was playing from the other room.

“Okay, close your eyes,” you demanded, and when he did, you gently dabbed more of the white eyeshadow over his lids, so you had an even foundation. It was tempting to use the moments in which he had closed his eyes to study his face more closely. His dark lashes were incredibly long, framing the curve of his eyelids perfectly. Quickly you focused back on the task at hand, and gently dapped more eyeshadow onto his skin.

“Whoa, why is it so bright here,” an older student, who had helped organise the party, suddenly exclaimed. Indeed, all the ceiling lights of the classroom were on, making the room look like a normal evening, instead of a Halloween party. “Let’s make this a bit more spooky, shall we?”

And with that he turned off almost all the ceiling lights, immediately covering the room in mysterious twilight.

Gerard was about to protest, that they should turn the lights back on, so you could see, but you shook your head.

“Let’s look for another spot, and let them have their fun,” you suggested, and he nodded obediently.

Quickly you gathered your make-up products and shoved them into the little bag you had carried them in, before stepping out into the corridor. The party spread along the whole hallway. The room you had just left was illuminated only by a single lamp now, the next room over by the reflections from a silver screen on which a few people were singing karaoke. Further down the corridor were more rooms, all comparatively dark, and probably swarmed by a few couples making out in the dim lights.

The only room that was probably well lit and empty was the bathroom for the disabled. A few doors down were the normal bathrooms, but this one was usually not used by regular students because most of the time it was lacking toilet paper. Which meant nobody would be bothered if Gerard and you occupied it while you finished his face paint.

You pointed to the door, and Gerard followed you into the small room. Inside were no booths, instead a toilet with a handle at the side, a shower, and a low sink. You had never understood why there was a shower in here, and your best guess was that it was due to the fact the building had been a residential building before it had been integrated into the campus of the college.

“Sink or toilet, where do you want me,” Gerard asked after he had turned on the lights and locked the door behind you.

Quickly glancing between the two options, you pointed to the sink, and Gerard hopped to sit on its rim. In the back of your mind, you wondered if the sink would break, since it certainly had not been made to be sat on, but when there were no suspicious noises, you relaxed, and stepped closer to Gerard again.

In the small bathroom the light was better than it had been in the classroom, and you could see just how spooky Gerard already looked with the bit of white make-up.

“I’ll add some green, blue and black around your eyes and to your cheekbones, so your face looks more fallen in,” you let him know while grabbing the first colour, making him nod.

“Sorry for not spending so much time with you lately,” Gerard suddenly blurted out, just as you began adding a thin layer of black to around his eyes.

“Don’t worry,” you shrugged, pretending like this was not exactly the conversation you had feared for weeks. “We’re all pretty busy right now, I guess.”

“No- I mean yes, but… I could’ve made time, and I didn’t.”

“It’s okay. We don’t always have to hang out if you don’t want to. Don’t worry about it.”

You could tell Gerard was shivering slightly, as you kept working.

“Everything okay,” you asked worriedly, dapping more colour onto his skin.

He just hummed in response.

“You’re shaking. Are you cold? Did you have enough to eat? Low blood sugar?”

“I’m fine. Sorry if I’m making this harder for you.”

“That’s not the problem, Gee,” you pulled away from his face, taking a look at your work. “’s just that I’m worried.”

“I’m okay. Really,” Gerard assured you, opening his eyes, when he noticed you had pulled away from him.

He looked sad, you suddenly realised. Sad and a little lost.

“Okay, if you say so…” not really believing him you packed away the brush for the eyeshadow. “We’re almost done, the last thing missing are the lips.” Suddenly self-conscious you pressed yours together, noticing how Gerard mimicked you, his eyes shortly flickering to your colour-coated lips. “Do you want to do them yourself? There’s a mirror behind you…”

Gerard couldn’t possibly feel comfortable with you applying make-up to his lips, with your bare fingers no less.

“Uhm… could you do it? If you don’t mind…”

You shrugged. “I don’t,” you lied, “but I’d have to do it with my fingers…”

“That’s okay.”

You shrugged again, and motioned Gerard to scoot a little, so you could quickly wash your hands. Once you had dried them well enough to be able to handle the colours again, you stepped back between Gerard’s spread legs. So far you had managed to stay a safe distance away from his face, but the lip make-up was a delicate matter. With the lips the whole look could either look great or absolutely terrible.

Taking a shaky breath, you dipped your finger into the colour, and brought it up to Gerard’s lips. They were warm and soft under your touch, almost plush. As you ran your finger along his lower lip, leaving a faint shimmer of blue, you concentrated on keeping the colour on his lips, and not accidently slip. But the intense stare with which Gerard was watching your face contort in concentration made focusing difficult. You pretended not to notice it, the way his eyes skipped over your face as if he tried to memorize every little Halloween make-up covered crease and pore.

It was only when you reached for the last colour, that you couldn’t take it anymore, and for a moment your eyes flickered up to his. That was when you froze. Your face was only inches away from his, and his eyes were taking you in with a sense of wonderment and…

“Your pupils are huge,” you whispered, not sure if you had meant to say that out loud.

Gerard blinked a few times before he answered, speaking just as lowly as you. “They are?”

You nodded with an affirmative hum. Somehow it was impossible to look away. It was as if Gerard was pinning you in place with his stare.

“Did you know our pupils dilate up to 55% when we look at someone we love?”

His words were but a breath in the silence between you. There was the humming of the neon tube of the bathroom lights, and the hammering of your heart in your ears, and Gerard’s stupid little fun fact, that almost made your heart stop as you wondered how wide your pupils were right now. Certainly dilated beyond normal. He could absolutely tell you felt attracted to him just by looking into your eyes alone.

But before you had time to realise that the statement was true for him as well, that his pupils were dilated because he looked at someone he loved, and the person he looked at was you, he had already closed the last inches between you, and pressed his lips to yours.

A quiet sound of surprised escaped you, before you dropped the eyeshadow pallet you had been holding into the sink, and wrapped your hands into his hair, kissing him back.

How often had you dreamt about this moment, of kissing Gerard? Far more often than you wanted to admit even to yourself. And you had certainly not imagined it to happen while you both were wearing layers and layers of carefully applied Halloween make-up.

His lips tasted powdery from the colours you had used, but when he kissed you deeper, a note of coffee and indescribable sweetness overwhelmed your senses, making you dizzy. As if Gerard had felt the reaction his kiss had on you, he brought his hands to your waist, pulling you closer to him, and kissing you harder. His body was soft and warm against yours, his clothes smooth under your hands. As you ran your fingers from his hair down his neck, you could feel tiny goosebumps rising underneath your fingertips, and he shivered, before he kissed you even harder.

He knew exactly what he wanted, you realised, as you let him take complete control over the kiss. He moved as if he had planned every single moment of this, as if he had imagined kissing you just as often as you had imagined kissing him. Both of his hands were placed at your waist now, pulling you in as close as possible, until your hip was flush to the cold porcelain of the sink he was seated on. His legs were on either side of you, not quite wrapped around you yet, just pressed to your side, warm, strong, stabilising you on your wobbly knees and keeping you close. You did not stop kissing until both of you were out of breath, but eventually, your lungs aching for oxygen, you pulled away.

Only then it really hit you, what had just happened. Gerard had kissed you, as if his life depended on it. Confused and shocked you stumbled a step back, taking in the man before you. His eyes were wide as he nervously tried interpreting your expression. A soft blush shimmered through the white powder, and the colour you so carefully had applied to his face was smeared around his lips in a mixture of the eyeshadow you had used for him, and your lip-gloss. He really did look like a Zombie who had just made out with someone with blue lipstick. If you could have seen your reflection in the mirror behind Gerard, you would have found you did not look much different.

With his feet dangling in the air, a few inches over the ground, Gerard watched you closely, as you blinked a few times in irritation and surprise before you carefully spoke up.

“What was that for?”

You could still taste him on your lips and tongue, the coffee and the sweetness, something so typically him and at the same time so much different from what you had imagined him to taste like.

Gerard gulped audibly at your question and averted his eyes embarrassedly. Fiddling around with the sleeves of his jacket, he took a deep breath, before looking up at you again.

“I know I hurt you by trying to distance myself from you recently,” Gerard suddenly blurted out. “I tried to convince myself that I wasn’t actually in love with you. But I am. And I’m sick of pretending I’m not.” His voice shook slightly as he talked, his still darkened eyes, pupils blown impossibly wide, staring at you, pleading you to understand. “I’m sorry if it makes things weird between us, but I can’t pretend to be someone I’m not. And I just happen to be someone who’s totally, head over heels, helplessly in love with you.”

His words took a moment to register for you, took a few seconds for you to understand them before you could reply.

“It doesn’t have to be weird,” you told him, stepping back closer.

Slowly you brought a hand up to his face, careful not to destroy the make-up you had made such an effort of applying. Immediately he snuggled into your touch, his eyes not leaving yours, until you moved forward and pressed your lips to his again, shorter, sweeter this time, but with just as fast beating heart.

Gerard’s eyes fluttered closed at the contact, and his lips pulled into a smile. When you leant back again, you took a closer look at his face once more. His cheeks were pink underneath the white make-up, making him look more alive than he was supposed to look.

“I’m in love with you too,” you whispered into the narrow space between you, making him smile. “So, so much.”

You weren’t sure if you had ever seen Gerard smile as brightly as he did in that moment. His face was all crunched up, teeth showing, eyes glimmering happily. With a quiet, almost disbelieving laugh he nudged his nose against yours, before he pulled you into a hug. His arms around you, his chest against yours, his nose buried in your hair were so familiar, so well known, and yet at the same time something entirely new. Before, when he had hugged you, it had been quick, casual good-bye hugs. But now he lingered, deeply inhaled the scent that clung to your hair as you tightened your arms around him.

When you eventually pulled away, you brushed your finger over his lips, spreading the colour which your kiss had left a little more evenly, before you gave him a nod.

“You’re all good to go,” you let him know. “The perfect Halloween look.”

Gerard grinned and shimmied off the sink he had been sitting on, watching you as you put away the products and utensils you had used. From the corner of your eyes you could see Gerard biting his lower lip, and almost you would have scolded him for endangering the face paint you had applied so carefully, but he spoke up quicker.

“Is it too bold to ask you to be mine?”

Surprised you looked up at him, before you smiled again and stepped closer to Gerard. Immediately his hands came up to your waist, and you could not help but feel like it was a motion he had waited for ages to be allowed to do.

“It’s not,” you whispered and softly pecked his lips again, intertwining your fingers with his.

Together you walked over to the door, and as you unlocked it, you couldn’t help but think about how about thirty minutes ago you had stepped in here, thinking Gerard might have enough of you. Turning around to him, it seemed as if he had read your thoughts, because his eyes met yours and he lifted your hand up, pressing his lips to your knuckles, the expression on his face an almost dreamy, happy smile. He didn’t have to put it into words, with the way he was looking at you now, to eradicate all doubt, but you could see it in his eyes: the promise to never pull away from you again.

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𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜! 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙨: 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘮 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 (𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘩), 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘤���𝘯, 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵/𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘮/𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵, 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦

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Time had become nothing but a concept, its grasp slipping away. All you knew was him. You were unsure of how long you had been held captive at this point, that wasn't important. What was important was staying on your best behavior for Gerard.

It was chilling how fast he could switch up, his soft possessive demeanor could easily become that of a monster. A single misstep could end horribly. Your body, littered with bruising and scars throbbed with pain. While your grip of reality slipped away. Clinging onto the shadows of the cold yet familiar basement. The basement. Isolation became your companion. Gerard knew this, purposefully isolating you to create a dependency on him.

He was drawn to your strength, your independence. It heightened his satisfaction being able to slowly break you down into nothing but his property. A meek kitten for him to do as he pleases.

Today had started no different, only wearing a pair of thin panties as well as an oversized t-shirt. Wearing clothes gave you some sort of dignity in this place, yet your clothes lingered with the scent of Gerard’s cologne, a constant reminder of his presence. As you lay cold on the floor, you hear the familiar thudding. The sound that you oh so feared. His heavy step crashing against the withered wood of the stairs as he made his way down. As soon as he reached the bottom, a cynical grin grew on his face as he saw you, excitedly approaching you in the dim corner. “Good morning sugar, I hope you slept well”. His lips crashed against yours, his hands went straight to your hips as he held you against the support beam you were restrained to.

You winced, he put his full body weight on you, his lips trailing along your neck, seeking closeness. “I have some bad news, angel,” he murmured. You couldn’t fathom what “bad news” entailed in Gerard’s mind, bad news to him probably meant something great for you. Yet, a knot of anxiety sat in your stomach.

“I have to leave for a bit, handle some matters.” he explained, his tone almost apologetic. “It pains me to leave you, but it’s necessary, I hope you in understand.”

This was your chance, a fleeting chance for freedom. It took some planning on your part, you'd have to be on your best behavior, and persuade him to remove your restraints. The days dragged by, time elusive in your confinement. You had avoided punishment as much as possible, but completely pleasing Gerard was a task that was impossible. He'd always find a reason to punish you, it gave him even more power over you.

The day finally arrived, the day that you had longed for. You had been on your best behavior, doing exactly as Gerard said, and overall appearing a lot happier. All that mattered was getting him to say yes. As usual, he walked down the creaking stairs, today he was dressed nicer. A maroon sweater paired with some khakis and dress shoes. His hair was done for once, nicely parted to the side. You hated to admit it to yourself, but he actually looked pretty handsome today. His put together appearance hid the fact that there was something else going on inside of him.

“Hi my angel, I hope you slept well”. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against your lips, his breath was fresh like sweet mint as it tickled your nose. Pulling back, he noticed the slight grin on your face, “You excited to see me, sugar?” You nodded softly, gazing into his hazel eyes. You stared for a little longer, you had never really noticed the specks of green and blue before and it was quite pretty. Over time, you found yourself discovering the allure in Gerard, pondering the possibility of a life together beyond these confines.

“Mhm.” You responded, snapping back to reality. Gerard leaned in closer, brushing his lips against your ear and whispering, “M’ gonna miss you princess, I’m sorry I have to leave, it’s important”. He never told you what was going on outside of the basement, or how long he’d be gone. It kept you on your toes, waiting for his return.

“But- since you’ve been such a good girl for me, I’m gonna take the restraints off,” It was almost as if he read your mind. Your plan had worked, but not in the way you planned. Nonetheless, it was the moment you had been waiting for, the chance to seize your opportunity for freedom.

Gerard untied your arms from the support beam he had you tied to. revealing deep ridges and bruises from the prolonged use of ropes. As the bindings fell away, It was freeing, feeling your own body once again after what felt like a lifetime.

“Behave while I’m gone my love”. Gerard swept in, kissing you once more before venturing back up the stairs. You heard the creak of the door, then the slam. After waiting in your silence, it was finally time. Your legs wobbled as you began to stand up, being stuck to the floor for so long had weakened your capabilities to walk, and it took a few moments for you to bring yourself together.

Pushing away your anxiety you stepped forward, making your way towards the stairs. The cold felt electric against your bare feet, getting used to walking again. Despite the pain and stiffness, you pushed forward, fueled by your chance to escape.

You made your way to the stairs, scanning them up and down as you planted your foot on the step. The stairs creaked, echoing in the depths of the basement. With each step you gained confidence running upstairs reaching the door. Your hand grasped the cold metal knob and slowly turned it, making the realization that it had been unlocked. Gerard wasn’t one to forget these things, but you pushed your thoughts aside hoping it was a mistake.

You find yourself on the first floor of a small house. The walls decorated with torn wallpaper, and the floor cluttered with random debris. Gerard had little regard for cleanliness, a fitting trait for someone who keeps a person locked up in their basement.

Swiftly turning your head down the hallway, finding the front door, you make a beeline for it, your mind completely filled with thoughts of esacape, You swung open the door, light flooded your face, the fresh air entered your nose. It all distracted you until you felt a hand cover your mouth, and the other yank you back.

Your heart dropped to the floor. He planned it, just as you had planned to escape. His arms brought you to the ground having you pinned beneath his grasp with one hand pressing your neck against the old wooden floor. “You really thought I’d leave you alone, and the door left unlocked? I thought you were smarter than that sugar.” His manic demeanor sent chills down your spine. Nothing else filled your mind but pure terror, having no other response but to beg for mercy.

“Please Gerard, I’m so sorry please I won’t do it again I’ll do whatever you want please don’t hurt me!” Tears welled up in your eyes, and he just laughed, that sinister smile growing back on his face as he sat amused by your pathetic attempts to take it back.

“Oh it’s too late for that now princess.” He hissed, his words sharp as knives as he dipped his one hand into his back pocket, pulling out a blade. The shine glistening against the sunlight pooling into the house.

Gerard pressed the knife against you lower stomach, the sharp tip pinching the skin as he stared into your soul. “Did you forget who you belong to?“ The words quickly filled your head, mustering out a “You! I belong to you Sir please, please don’t hurt me.” Once again he chuckled. “You need to be taught a lesson, learn what happens when you try to outsmart me. That’s what dumb girls like you get when you try to outsmart your master.” You began whimpering, the hold on your throat restricting your airflow as he slowly dragged the knife against your stomach. You couldn’t see what was happening, but there was a dull pain as he began to carve into you, his smile never breaking. He finally shoved the blade into his back pocket whilst examining the fresh cuts. Letting out short gasps and whimpers, you felt despair. Utter and true despair. Gerard pressed two of his cold fingers against the wounds, watching your body flinch from the shock and pain. He lifted his fingers towards his face, admiring the red that covered them before pressing his tongue against them.

Watching him lick himself clean of your blood was sickening. His eyes rolled back as the metallic taste littered his tongue, feeling nothing but euphoria.

The world slowly began to turn dark due to your lack of oxygen, your limbs slowly weakening as it all seemed to disappear away. Gerard quickly noticed, slapping your face firmly to bring you back. The burning on your cheek distracted you from the pain on your abdomen. “Stay awake, I want you awake for this next part.”

Gerard swiftly unbuckled his belt as you lay helpless on the floor. You knew better than to try and escape after what had happened. His cock was rock hard against his boxers, a small patch of precum making itself visible as he pulled himself out. “Like what you see angel?” Red grew against your cheeks as arousal flooded your core. You scolded yourself for finding pleasure in this, helpless against the floor as your captor abuses you.

Gerard slowly stroked his cock a few times before ripping off your panties in one swift motion. The cool air hit your glistening folds running a shiver down your spine. He brought his cock down, gathering wetness on the tip. “You’re soaked princess, are you sure you didn’t try to escape so I’d give it to you rough?” You shook your head quickly, speechless due to the heat quickly growing between your thighs. “Mm, what’s all this then sugar?” Gerard pushed his cock into your hole, the stretch causing you to let out an involuntary moan as he pushed against your pulsing walls.

He quickly set a brutal pace, holding your legs up to your chest as he thrusted back and forth ruthlessly. “Is this what you needed? To be fucked so hard by me that you can’t think of anything else.” Gerard could barely speak, his groans filled the room as well as your whimpers and moans. His cock bounced against your cervix, causing a mix of pain and pleasure as his thick length assaulted your poor hole.

His hand found its way back to your throat, the sudden sensation causing a gasp to leave your mouth. Gerard wasted no time at leaning forward and spitting into your mouth. The lingering taste of your blood filled your mouth causing a sudden shock of nausea at the reminder.

You were approaching the edge, you could fill your walls begin to tighten as Gerard continued to thrust relentlessly. “You’re such a desperate little girl for me, the second I give you anything you’re on the floor begging for more. You just can’t help be nothing but my pathetic little pet huh?”

His voice dripped in your ears like honey, the whole world seemed to stop around you, and all that mattered was him. His darkened eyes never leaving your eyesight. “Please m’gonna cum please sir.” You begged, losing any dignity you had remaining by completely submitting to him. “Oh fuck~ that’s a good girl for me, found your manners finally?” His thrusts grew sloppier as you both finally reached your peaks, pleasure washing over you as you saw stars. “Oh fuckk, m’ gonna fill you up princess, leave you dripping with my cum.” Gerard slammed as deep as possible into you, letting out a yelp as you felt his hot cum paint your walls. Whimpering beneath him he stayed inside you for what felt like eternity.

He finally pulled out, both of your juices mixing with eachother as your whole body was brought back to reality. Blood was smeared all across Gerard and yours stomachs from the friction. He wasted no time in picking you up and bringing you to the bathroom.

Gerard gently placed you in the bathtub before running the water, flinching at the cold shock. “Shshsh, it’s ok my love.” Giving your head soft pets as he began to fill the tub with bubbles. You hadn’t received a normal bath since you arrived, only having been wiped down with a washcloth and some soap.

You shivered in both fear and cold as the tub began to fill up, remnants of the day filling your mind as Gerard began to gently wash your hair. “You did so good for me princess, you took your punishment so well.” The words shouldn’t have comforted you, but it brought you a sense of peace knowing he felt proud of you. The aroma of the lavender began to fill the room as he continued to wash you, being extra gentle around your aching wounds.

Once he finished he wrapped you in a towel, bringing you to his bedroom. Carrying you he gently laid you on the bed before going to his closet to retrieve some clothes for you. It was unexpected, the amount of anger and malice that was shown before had seemed to disappear as he took more care of you than he ever had.

Gerard helped you get dressed, wearing nothing but panties and a shirt like usual. Grabbing your hand gently he guided you to the side of the bed. You laid down on the firm mattress, the sheets were soft from wear and his comforter was warm. The overwhelming sensation of being in a bed after being in the desolate basement quickly tired you. Gerard snuck his way on the other side of the bed before wrapping his arm around your waist. “Goodnight sugar, sleep well.” He pressed a soft kiss against the back of your neck before drifting off to sleep.

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𝙝𝙞 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚! 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚! 𝙞 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙞𝙩! 𝙞 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩!

-𝙚𝙡

[danc3macabre]

Time to reread THE fanfic I think

[mcrslover]

hes so real for that

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[storiesforallfandoms]

good girl ~ gerard way

word count: 2990

request?: yes!

“okayokayokay, hear me out, dads best friend! gerard x reader. you’re franks kid, going on tour with them, and yeah, that’s kinda all i have. current time, with a hint of thigh riding, smut with praise, kinda fluffy afterwards. you should look it up but gerard wore shorts on stage last night and holy shit, i’m dead. thank you so fuckin much!”

description: they said nothing was going to happen while she was on tour with them, that nothing could happen while she was on tour with them, but then he came out in those damn shorts

pairing: gerard way x female!iero!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (thigh riding, praise kink, unprotected sex), age gap (reader is in their 20s, gerard is 45), rpf (if you don’t like it, don’t read)

masterlist (one, two, three)

He knew what he was doing. There’s no way he didn’t. He knew I was joining them today, and he just so happened to come out in a pair of hot shorts showing off those thighs that I had gotten off on so many times before? After I told him we couldn’t do this while we were with my dad? Yeah, this was definitely on purpose.

“Are you listening to me, Squirt?” dad asked, nudging me out of my thoughts.

Shit, how long have I been staring? Has dad noticed?

“Yeah,” I lied.

“What did I say?”

“You called me Squirt.”

Dad chuckled and rolled his eyes. I smiled and tried not to look over at Gerard. He was talking to Mikey and their stage manager, turned side on from me. I glanced over for a split second, just in time to see he was already looking at me. He smirked and winked at me. My face grew hot and I quickly looked away.

We knew this was wrong. At least, I think we did. The first time it happened we said it was wrong. Gerard was dad’s friend, his bandmate. I was a little less than half his age. He had a kid, a kid I had babysat numerous times when I was a teenager. Everything about the situation was wrong. Dad would freak out if he knew, the public probably would, too. We swore the first time would be the only time.

But then he came over one night during the summer for dinner. I was wearing a sundress, he was in shorts and a tank top. Next thing I knew, he had me bent over the bathroom sink with my dress pushed up around my hips.

“One time” turned into “many times” and, eventually, we stopped saying that it was wrong out loud. But we did agree we wouldn’t be doing this while dad was around. No one could ever know, but especially not dad. Gerard didn’t want to put his friendship with dad or the band in jeopardy. when I agreed to go on tour with the band for a while, we had an agreement that there would be no funny business.

I guess that agreement wasn’t going to last long.

“Alright everyone, places in ten minutes,” the stage manager announced before leaving the room.

“Everyone, circle,” Mikey announced. The band moved together, putting their arms around each other and bowing their heads. Mikey looked over at me and nodded his head. “Come on, little Iero, you too.”

“This is a band ritual, though,” I said.

“You’re an honorary member for now,” dad said. “No arguing. Come on.”

He extended an arm to me. It felt like some cruel trick of fate that the one he had unconnected from, leaving a space for me to get between, was Gerard. I took a deep breath and moved in between them. Dad put his hand around my shoulder, but Gerard put his hand on my lower back. I prayed no one noticed my body stiffen as they started their usual pre-show speech.

When everyone pulled away to take their places, Gerard leaned into my ear to whisper, “Meet me at my room after the show.”

I felt a tingle run down my spine and between my legs.

I tried to focus only on the concert as I watched the band perform, but it was hard to keep my mind from wandering when Gerard was there, in those goddamn shorts, and now he was getting all hot and sweaty while performing. Near the end of the show, his long hair was was slick with sweat and sticking to his forehead. It felt like the show was dragging on for hours and it would never end. I wasn’t sure how I was going to stop myself from jumping his bones the second he walked off the stage.

The after show adrenaline backstage was just as hard to get through. The guys were all jittering withing adrenaline and excitement. I didn’t want to break up their fun, or to seem suspicious, but I was itching to get back to the hotel so I could go to Gerard’s room. I was standing with my thighs clenched together, feeling hot and sweaty as if I were the one who just performed. I was slightly embarrassed by how desperate I was feeling, but only slightly.

The drive back to the hotel was short. We all said goodnight to one another before heading to our respective hotel rooms. I listened to make sure I heard all three doors close, meaning dad, Mikey, and Ray wouldn’t see anything, before making a beeline for Gerard’s room. He was waiting for me at the door, immediately taking me into his arms and kissing me with a combination of passion and aggression. He fumbled with the room key while still kissing me, but finally managed to swipe it and open the door. He pulled me into the room and shoved me against the door once it shut again.

“I can’t believe you,” I muttered against his lips. “We said none of this while on tour.”

“I can’t help it,” he said. “I’m so addicted to you. I don’t think I can give you up.”

Gerard pressed his lips against mine again before I could say anything. His hands slipped under my shirt and pressed against my skin. I already felt hot, but his touch made me feel like I was on fire. I was gripping at his shirt, too, still damp from the sweat, when my fingers brushed over the waistband of his shorts.

“These fucking shorts,” I groaned between kisses.

Gerard smirked. “You like them, huh?”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t do this on purpose. You knew how these shorts were going to make me feel.”

He pulled away, that damn smirk still on his face. He took my hand and pulled me further into the room. He sat down on the edge of the bed, still holding my hand in his. He was looking up at me with lust filled eyes, the look alone causing a new puddle to form in my panties.

“Take your pants off,” he told me. I did as he said, unbuttoning my jeans and letting them fall to the floor. I stepped out of them and kicked them aside. “Good girl.”

I almost whimpered. God, he knew what praise did to me.

“Now,” he patted on thigh, “climb on up here, princess.”

I got onto his lap, placing my legs on either side of his thigh so I was straddling it. He placed his hands on my hips and lowered me so my clothes core was directly on his thigh. I let out a whimper at the friction. I had been longing for any sort of contact for so long that just the faint brush of my panties against my clit sent tingles through my body and caused a louder moan to slip past my lips.

“Shh,” Gerard said. “We don’t want anyone to hear you, do we?”

I shook my head, biting my lip to hold in any other involuntary noises.

“Good girl,” he said again. He kissed me gently before saying, “Now, get off on my thigh like a good girl.”

I started moving my hips, letting the friction grow. Any noises I made came out muffled against my lips. If I was in a different state of mind, I’d probably feel a little pathetic in the situation - mewling on Gerard’s lap in desperation to get myself off. We weren’t even having sex yet and I was already a mess. But I only had one thing on my mind, one endgame to work towards.

I put my arms around his neck to ground myself as I continued to grind. His hands were still resting on my waist, but he wasn’t controlling my movements. He was letting me go at my own pace. He was watching me so intently, like I was the most beautiful art he had ever seen.

“You’re doing so good, babe,” he breathed. “You look so beautiful when you’re coming undone like that.”

I tried to say something in return, but it just came out as incoherent babbles. Gerard chuckled and pulled me in for another kiss. His tongue poked at my bottom lip, asking for permission to enter. I parted my lips and let his tongue explore my mouth. He swallowed my moans, which had become harder to control. I was nearing my climax quicker than I had anticipated. I wasn’t ready for it yet. I wanted this to go on for longer.

But Gerard knew I was close. His hands were now gripping my hips and moving me a little bit faster. Against my lips, he mumbled, “I want you to cum on my lap, pretty girl. Please cum on my lap.”

He forcefully kissed my lips as a scream of pleasure ripped through my throat without warning. My body trembled as my orgasm washed over me. How he made me feel so good with just his thigh, I would never know. He made me feel better than any man my age ever could.

I started to come down from my high as I realized I was being moved. Gerard was lifting me from his lap and gently placing me on the bed. He stood at the end and quickly removed his clothes. I did the same, ridding myself of my panties, shirt, and bra. We were both completely naked, just looking at one another. He always somehow made me feel both confident and insecure under his gaze. He looked at me with such hunger in his eyes that I wanted to let him have me however he wanted, but also I wanted to cover myself up. I always felt so many conflicting things when we were together.

He climbed onto the bed, hovering over me. He lowered himself so his body was flush against mine, engulfing me with his heat. He kissed me again, feverishly. I could feel his dick, hard and throbbing, against my inner thigh, mere inches from where I wanted him most. My hips bucked involuntarily. His tip grazed my entrance, causing the two of us to moan together.

“Is this what you want?” he asked, running his dick between my folds. “You want this inside of you, good girl?”

“P-Please,” I begged. “Please, I need you inside of me. Need it so bad, need you so bad.”

“You sound so pretty when you beg.” He reached between us and lined himself up with my entrance. “Ask me one more time.”

“Please, Gerard. Please fuck me.”

With one thrust, he filled me completely. I gasped at the sensation, which was followed by another moan. He covered my mouth with his hand, suppressing the moan before it fully erupted out of me. He slowly pulled out of me until it was just the tip inside of me, then pushed all the way back in. I could feel every inch of him slowly pulling out and filling me up, dragging along my walls and pushing against my g-spot with every thrust inwards. The sore feeling I had from my recent orgasm quickly melted away into pleasure again.

Gerard buried his head in the crook of my neck, leaving kisses along my neck and shoulder between attempts to muffle his own groans and moans. My moans and whimpers came out muffled against his hand. He started to pick up the pace with his thrusts. With his body against mine, his pelvic bone was rubbing against my clit with every thrust. The combined stimulation of him rubbing against my clit and his dick abusing my g-spot had my lower stomach tightening again in no time. I had no way of telling him this time around that I was getting close, so I just had to let my orgasm wash over me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as my body began to tremble again, screams of pleasure muffled, but just barely, against his hand.

He was whispering praises into my ear but I felt so far off that I could barley hear them. The only thing keeping me grounded and present was the feeling of my nails digging into his skin and his desperate thrusts, now becoming a little sloppier. It wasn’t long until I could feel him spilling inside of me. He bit down on my shoulder to try and keep himself quiet, undoubtably also leaving marks there. I barley cared at the time, but at least he left them in a spot that would be easy to cover.

We both laid there, tangled up in one another for some time. I was still feeling lightheaded, chasing that wonderful post-climax feeling and slowly coming down from it. If I didn’t have to move at all for the rest of time, I would’ve been content. I could’ve laid there with him for so long if that were possible.

When he got up and pulled himself out of me, I felt empty. There’s always a feeling of slight disappointment after sex that it couldn’t go on for longer, or that you had to separate from one another at all. Gerard took a moment to catch his breath before standing from the bed.

“I have to shower,” he said. “Do you wanna come with?”

I happily agreed. I followed him into the bathroom and waited as he started up the shower. Within seconds the mirror was steamed over from the hot water. I didn’t think I’d be able to handle a hot shower, but the minute the hot water touched my skin I felt like I was in paradise. Taking a shower where the water was anything cooler than scolding hot was definitely not an option for me. I let Gerard use the hotel provided shampoo and body wash first, seeing as he was the one who had performed an entire show before we had sex. I stood back as he washed himself, taking in the sight of his body covered in suds and water.

“We’re really bad at this,” I blurted without thinking.

He turned to look at me. “What do you mean?”

“We keep saying we’re going to stop, and then we never do.”

He sighed and tilted his head back to rinse the shampoo from his hair. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“What we’re doing isn’t right.”

“It feels right.”

I felt a smile tugging at my lips. Yeah, it definitely felt right. But morally it wasn’t right. Was it?

“Do you think, if the circumstances were different, that we’d be a normal couple?” Gerard asked as he stepped back, allowing me to let the water run over me.

“What do you mean?” I asked. I definitely noticed his use of the word “couple”, but decided not to mention it just yet. I hadn’t ever thought of us in that way, in a “relationship” type of way. Not that I didn’t want to. I know Gerard would be a perfect boyfriend, probably the best one I could ever ask for, but I didn’t think he saw what we were doing in that way. It had just been sex. There were some moments that it felt like more than that, but for the most part I knew that’s all it was and all it likely would ever be.

“Like...if you weren’t my best friend’s kid, do you think we would ever actually...be able to explore what we have? To actually go out together on dates and be able to hold hands in public and be together. Not to sneak around behind closed doors and hope no one notices the brief glances we have when we’re in public?”

I was shocked. I didn’t think Gerard had thought of what we were doing in that way. It had never been brought up before, so I just assumed we were on the same page in terms of this being a “no strings attached” type of deal.

“I think...I think we would,” I admitted. “Granted, it might be a little controversial with the age difference.”

“It would be, but we’re both adults regardless of the age difference. It’s not like you just turned 18 and I’m a gross middle aged man waiting to be able to date you.”

I scrunched my nose in disgust at his comparison. “Yeah, the world sees enough of that as it is. I think a relationship between someone in their mid 20s and someone in their 40s is the least people have to worry about.”

Gerard took my face in his hands suddenly and leaned down to kiss me. It was sweet and gentle, just a normal kiss because he felt like kissing me. I leaned into him, returning it because I just felt like kissing him, too.

This, I thought to myself, is what it would feel like to be able to just be a normal couple. Just to kiss each other because we feel like it.

We turned off the water as it started to run cold. We both dried off and got ready for bed. I knew I should’ve gone back to my own room, that it would be suspicious if anyone came looking for me the next morning and I wasn’t there, but I didn’t want to go back. I wanted to spend the night with Gerard, and he wanted me there, too.

We climbed into bed together. Gerard turned off the lamp next to the bed and the room was plunged into darkness. He took me into his arms, holding me to him as the fatigue finally started to wash over us. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heart beating, as I closed my eyes.

This is what it would be like if we could be a normal couple, was the last thought I had before I finally drifted off to sleep.

*I’m sorry there wasn’t more to the smut. I got sick in the middle of writing this and found myself struggling to finish the smutty bits. I hope it was okay otherwise!*

[ilooklikeaburntchickenugget]

It’s The Little Things

A/N: I know it’s been a hot second since I’ve posted anything, but I had this little idea after seeing a video of a girl do this for her boyfriend and just wrote this quick little, fluffy story. So I hope you guys enjoy! Pairing: Gerard Way x F!Reader Word count: 1,690 words Warnings: Lots of fluff :)

Gerard was practically living with you at this point.

Yes, technically speaking, he did have his own place. And no, technically he didn’t pay for rent (though that was a recent conversation between the two of you where he attempted to insist he needed to and you promptly said no). But he was here at least six out of seven days a week, if not all seven.

You didn’t mind by any means, having your boyfriend to help out around the place a bit or cuddle with when he was consistently home was nice. But his long days now working on the upcoming album on top of his already long commute from his place and LA traffic to the studio space was what had him staying here so often. Your apartment was roughly 10 minutes from the studio, his 45. Yours was in an area he liked better anyways, more parks and things to do and much less hectic than his area of town.

While spending time together, however, you had noticed his growing feeling of disconnect. You didn’t need him to outright say that he was losing some connection with people back home, the things he would say, even the slightest hints in conversation gave you all you need. This was because of the primary problem that you didn’t have a gaming set up, at all.

It was the way he communicated best with friends back home who lived on the other coast of the country, was through gaming. You had no problem with him doing it, and it wasn’t like he was addicted or anything. He knew how to time manage well, and if you needed help on anything he would be there within a minute of your request. But now, with not being at his place where all his set up was, he didn’t have the opportunity to use that as a stress reliever or to be able to actually communicate with some of his best friends. 
And this is where the combination of your master plan (sponsored by your recent bonus check) came to mind.

He already had been keeping a list of new equipment he wanted, and thanks to your inside source (AKA Mikey) you had gotten ahold of just that list. Sure, most of this stuff wasn’t cheap, but it wasn’t overly expensive either. So as soon as your additional check processed you went on a shopping spree for your boyfriend, without him knowing.

It had taken a full day, or the entire Thursday out of this week for you. It started as soon as he left at 8:45 to get to the studio. As soon as his car was about 10 minutes down the road, you took your own first to Best Buy to get the simple things, then across to some more specialty stores around town to find just what he needed (suddenly thankful for just how big LA was and therefore it’s variety). Shipping stuff was not an option, it would’ve made it far too obvious and ruined the surprise.

It didn’t take all that long to get everything, it was just setting it up that was a bit of a pain in the ass. First, the IKEA desk was a handful, which you had to get one of the guy’s you knew down the hall to assist you with. Then it was figuring out power cords and confusing directions with lists of terminology you had never seen before. And finally, turning it on to make sure nothing was broken, either by the manufacturer or you.

Everything was set up and ready to go by 5, which was going to be early anyways. Gerard usually didn’t get back until 6 or 6:30 at the earliest, his average being around 8, and some nights going until 10.  You pondered what to do in the meantime, all the productiveness of the day powering you on to continue. You might’ve been going a bit over the top with the niceness today, but you figured the world needed more kindness over everything, so you decided to make his favorite food, which happened to be a combination of your mom’s spaghetti recipe and his. You weren’t sure how, but over the last year and a half or so of dating, you had managed to combine a bit of both their recipe’s to make your own hybrid sauce, which he practically melted over when you made it.

It took the sauce a while to boil down, as in a good three-ish hours, and you figured or at least hoped he would be home by then and could wait just a bit for the food to finish. In the meantime, you decided to finish a few minor work things, and move on to a TV show you watched on your own knowing damn well he would not enjoy it (but you also knew he would sit through it and pretend he liked it even if he didn’t).

Just as you were a good couple episodes in, you heard the lock on the front door jingle a bit. You turned off the TV, hopping up and making it just in time to greet him at the door. “Hey Gee!” You smiled at him, his tired face forcing a small but genuine smile.

“Hey, baby.” He replied, shrugging hit coat and shoes off before giving you a light kiss.

“How was your day?” You asked next, he sighed a bit in response.

“Exhausting, frustrating, the usual.” He replied, “Glad to be home.” You loved it when he called this place “home”, and nuzzled into his side a bit with your head on his shoulder in appreciation. “Yours?”



“Good, I have a surprise for you actually.” He smiled a bit more with a chuckle.

“Is it what I think it is? Because I think I smell your spaghetti sauce but I didn’t wanna get my hopes up.”



“Well there’s that, yes, and then one other thing.” He wrapped his arms around you, giving you a little squeeze before you pulled away to lead him into the back part of the living room. “You gotta close your eyes, babe.” You said, which he chuckled at a bit closing his eyes. “I don’t fully believe you. Hands over them too.” He took a huff and followed your instructions as you lightly took his arms and gently led him right next to the new desk with all his equipment. “Okay, ready? Open.” You said and he followed.

At first his face looked a bit confused, but it soon turned to amazement, and then back to confusion as he looked at you for clarification. “It’s a new gaming set up.” You said simply.

He looked back at it in amazement before responding, “F-for me?”



“Yes, for you silly.” You smiled up at him, “I figured you practically live here now, you might as well have one here too. And that way you can still talk to the guys back home and have fun.”

“Babe,” He said simply, before turning to you and giving you one of the biggest hugs you had ever received, and most likely would ever receive in your life. “I- I mean, how did you know what to get? And did you buy this? I can reimburse you and-“



“No baby, none of that.” You replied back, “I paid for all of it, no worries. And not to snitch, but Mikey may or may not have sent me the list of new stuff you wanted for your gaming set up so I just went ahead and bought it.”

“You’re amazing, you know that?” He asked, cupping your face with his hands and leaning in to give you a slow kiss that he clearly meant with all his heart.

“I’m glad it makes you happy.”



“Very happy, actually. Like ecstatic.” He smiled.

“Anyways, you can set it up with all your stuff if you want. I gotta finish dinner.”

“No, I’ll help you,” He replied, promptly following you into the kitchen. “I can’t believe I’m getting your spaghetti and a gaming set up in a day. How will I ever repay you?” He asked to which you laughed.

“Just come to bed at night and don’t stay up forever, I like having you next to me.”



“That’s not really repaying you, hon,” He explained, “I like that too, I wouldn’t worry about that being a problem.”

After dinner and clean up, which he insisted on doing, you let him set up all of his stuff and play for a bit before hopping in the shower. You were glad to see him this genuinely, truly happy for the first time in a while, and hoped that maybe he would feel even more at home here than he already did. “I’m going to bed, love.” You said, walking up behind him as he removed his headset off of one ear. You gave him a kiss on the head and gentle rub on the shoulder.

“Okay, do you want me to come with?” He asked genuinely with big eyes of slight disappointment but not seeming to mind much. You softly smiled.

“Gee, I’m not your mom.” You chuckled, “But come to bed eventually tonight, I sleep better with you there.”



“Of course, hon, just like 15, maybe 20 more minutes I promise.”



“Alrighty baby, love you.” You replied with a soft smile, watching him go back to his screen.

“Love you too.”

You climbed into your bed on your side, taking your nightly vitamins before tucking yourself in and slowly trying to drift off. You loved making him happy, and seeing him act almost like a kid again brought some joy soaring deep through your veins. It wasn’t but 30 minutes later that you felt the bed next to you sink, and his body quickly engulfing yours, his head nuzzling onto your shoulder as he planted a soft kiss on your cheek. “Love you, sweet girl.” He whispered just loud enough so you could hear it. You smiled to yourself contently, interlocking his fingers placed lightly on your stomach with your own.

[partypoisonzz]

someone call the doctor, someone call the nurse (nurse!gerard way x doctor!reader)

Kinktober Day 7: Medical/Degradation

Era: Current (2022)

Reader Pronouns: She/her

Content:

- Degradation (with a side of praise)

- Sub!Gerard (MAJORLY)

- Spanking

- Much needed aftercare

- Inspired heavily by this @mcrredacted post:

Word Count: 3,412

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

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As a doctor, you have always found it vital to get along with your nurse. Since Gerard joined your practice, though, it's sort of been a problem.

Not that the two of you don't get along. In fact, you don't think you've ever liked any of your past nurses as much as you like them.

You couldn't imagine a better person for the job, really. Gerard seems like they were just... made to be a nurse.

They're friendly, offering a kind greeting to everyone who walks into your office. They're more than compassionate, going above and beyond to make your patients comfortable. They have the unique ability to put people at ease, making conversation to calm patients' frayed nerves and offering to hold their hands during blood draws and shots, though they've privately admitted to you that they're not much fonder of needles than many of the people who walk through your door.

On a more personal level, they're also one of the prettiest people you've ever laid eyes on.

You have to remind yourself not to stare sometimes, — though you can't help but notice their long eyelashes and freckled nose and the way that they go slightly pink when your eyes meet for too long.

On an even more personal level, you happen to know what they're like in bed.

You know that they like to be bitten and scratched to the point of drawing blood. You know that they make the cutest noises and beg so sweetly. You know that they always make sure that you come first, — more than once, if it's at all possible. You know that they like to cuddle afterwards, though that's a luxury that you don't really get, considering that you're always running short on time.

So, yeah. Really, the problem is that you and Gerard like one another too much.

Your relationship hasn't been strictly business since a few months ago, after the two of you took your lunch break together. Though this wasn't exactly a new occurence, the way that they kept shifting closer to you was. So was the fact that they were desperately attempting to wipe your lipstick off of their mouth a few minutes later.

A few days later, you took them back to your house on your break. Your initial union was devastatingly rushed, — you would have given anything to tease them for hours, figuring out all the noises they could make from firsthand experience, — but it was enough to make you want to do it again.

And again. And again. And again.

If anyone found out that the two of you were sleeping together, both of you would be totally fucked. Most of the time, though, you push that out of your mind to the best of your ability.

They're worth it.

That doesn't mean, however, that you want anyone to find out. The problem there is that, sometimes, Gerard makes it dangerously obvious.

A good bit of it could probably be written off as an accident. (See: their staring problem and the tendency that they have to blush at some of the completely innocent things that you do and say.) There are times, though, when you get the feeling that it's absolutely deliberate.

Times like now.

You think that it's sweet at first, listening to them sing your praises to your patient just before you step into the room.

"My doctor's fantastic," they say in that soft voice of theirs. "She always gets the job done. You'll love her."

With that, you push the door open, offering a polite "good morning" to the girl who sits nervously on the examination table. Gerard gives you a gentle smile before brushing past you.

"She's all yours, doc," they practically purr in your ear. So quickly that most people likely wouldn't notice, their hand brushes over your thigh.

Your face burns as you watch them leave the room, moving with their standard catlike grace.

Oh, yeah, you think to yourself. They're gonna get it later.

This thought lingers in your mind throughout the morning and into the early afternoon. When your lunch hour finally rolls around, you walk over to Gerard and tap them on the shoulder.

They look up at you with those big hazel doe eyes that you've come to know and love, lips wrapped around one of the lollipops that no one but them ever bothers to take from the bowl by the door. "Hmm?"

You smile down at them, trying to hide the danger in your grin. "I'm going to lunch," you say. "Wanna come with me?"

"Oh. Of course." They stand up, collecting their things. You hold the door open for them on the way out of the office, waving to your receptionist as you head out of the main door.

"We'll be back in a few," you say, as though you truly have nothing more in mind than a quick lunch run.

The receptionist nods before returning her attention to her computer.

Gerard talks a mile a minute in the passenger seat as you pull out of the parking lot. They reach over occasionally, playing with the radio. You half-listen to their chatter, waiting to see when they realize that you are not, in fact, going out to lunch.

You're only a few minutes away from your house before the suspicion seems to sink in.

"Where are we going?" You feel their gaze settling on you, likely filled with curiosity.

You bite back your grin. "My house," you say plainly.

"I thought we were going out to lunch?" they press.

You chuckle wryly. "Not after that stunt you pulled, we aren't."

"What stunt?"

"Don't play dumb." You slow down as you turn into the entrance of your community. "Touching my leg in front of a patient? Really, Gerard?"

"Touching... Oh." Their voice is full of mock surprise. "That was an accident..."

You bring the car to a stop in your driveway, shifting into park a bit harder than you probably should. When you turn to look at them, your expression is dead serious.

You point a finger at their chest. "Don't you fucking lie to me."

Their face flushes bright red before their eyes drop towards their lap. "Sorry," they mutter.

You simply hum before stepping out of the car, slamming the door.

Gerard stands behind you as you turn your key in the front door. "I'm in trouble, aren't I?" they ask as you push the door open.

You snort. "Why don't you come inside and find out?"

Wordlessly, they follow you inside.

As soon as the door is locked behind you, you press your lips hard against Gerard's, pressing them up against the wall.

Gerard lets out a squeak of mock surprise before kissing you back. You pull back when they attempt to run their fingers through your hair. "No," you tell them. "You can't butter me up to try and get out of this one, you fucking brat."

Despite your stern proclamation, the look of hurt that flashes across their face is almost enough to make you give in. Almost. "But..."

"No buts." You press a finger against their lips. Their blush from earlier returns, darkening when you push your finger past their lips. "Suck."

As soon as the order leaves your mouth, they respond with great alacrity. They moan around you, tongue running over your skin slowly.

"Little slut," you sneer. You pull your hand back, inspiring a needy whine to break up from their throat.

"You wanted this, didn't you?" you demand. Your body presses into theirs as you keep them pinned against the wall. Though the fact that they are obviously hard gives them away, you want to hear it from them. "Wanted to get under my skin? Wanted me to punish you?"

They let out another pitiful whine. "Please," they say, their voice high and breathy already. "Please, mistress."

"No, no." They flinch as you grab their face, forcing them to hold eye contact with you.

"It seems you've forgotten what the roles are here," you continue. "I'm not just your mistress. I'm your doctor. It would serve you well to remember that and address me as such."

They swallow hard. "Yes, doctor."

"See? That isn't so hard, is it?" You pat their cheek condescendingly before releasing your hold on them.

You hear them exhale shakily as you head for the stairs. "Come on, now," you call. "I don't have all day."

They follow you up the stairs without argument. 

They watch, wide-eyed, as you undress. With a sigh, you flop back onto the bed. "You're a good nurse, aren't you?"

They shift anxiously, eyes still fixed on you. "I'd like to think so."

"Well, then..." You spread your legs, enjoying the way that they look at you like the two of you haven't done this countless times before. "Why don't you come over here and kiss me better, hmm? I'll show you where it hurts."

"Yes, doctor." They make their way over to the bed, settling onto the mattress on trembling legs. They kneel before you, pressing a tentative kiss against your pussy before looking up at you. "Is that alright?"

You hum. "Lazy excuse for care, if you ask me." You reach down, grabbing a handful of their long brown hair and pulling. Their breathing audibly hitches.

"Go ahead," you tell them. "Take care of me like you were meant to."

They lower their head again before licking over your entrance slowly. Your head falls back against the pillows as you tug on their hair again. "That's it," you encourage them. "Fuck, you're good with your mouth..."

They moan against you in response to your praise. This display is enough for you to pull at their hair again.

"Sounds like you're enjoying this a little too much, whore," you remark. "You'd better be careful. Surely you aren't stupid enough to think that this is your punishment."

This comment is enough to get them to lift their head. "Punishment?" they ask. "What..."

"I didn't say that you could stop, did I?" You click your tongue at them. "Well. You just keep racking up offenses, don't you?"

"I don't..." All at once, the realization dawns on their face. "Sorry, doctor," they murmur before lowering their head again.

"See? You can be good. I knew that." You let out a slight moan as they drag their tongue across your clit slowly. Just like they know you like it. "Such a good little nurse, when you remember your fucking place... Oh, fuck."

You throw your head back, feeling their tongue darting in and out of you. They look up at you from underneath their lashes, meeting your eyes, and... Fuck.

"Dumb little slut." You pull on their hair hard enough to make them yelp, pushing their face further into your pussy. "Gonna come in your mouth..."

They probably think that you don't notice the way that they moan again as you shudder against them, coming on their tongue. You're thinking about it while they continue to lick you as you come down.

Having been relaxed by your orgasm, you huff out a laugh. "Cleaning up after yourself, baby?" you ask before mentally kicking yourself for the term of endearment. Not now. Not yet. You yank at their hair again, pulling them up so that they can look at you. "That's real cute and all, but I didn't ask you to do that. And you know you're only supposed to be taking my orders."

Fear flashes in their hazel eyes. God, that's a beautiful sight. "Sorry, doctor."

"C'mere." You pull them closer to you, crushing your lips against theirs. You can taste yourself as you run your tongue over theirs, inspiring another moan.

You pull back, frowning. "So fucking loud," you chastise them. "It isn't very becoming, you know."

"Sorry, doctor," they whimper again. They continue to grovel as you undo the buttons on their coat. "Sorry... Sorry..."

"There'll be plenty of time to apologize later," you cut them off. "Now, shut up and help me get these clothes off of you."

They obey, helping you undress them. Once they're completely bare, you grab their hips, pushing them until they're positioned between your legs. "We don't have very long," you tell them. "Go ahead and fuck me while you have the chance."

They sink into you eagerly. Their head drops into your shoulder as they give a low whine. "Thank you, doctor... Feels so good... Fuck!" They let out a shrill squeak as your hand comes down on their ass, hard.

"You didn't actually think that you'd get off easily, did you?" you ask mockingly before giving them another slap. "Did you really think that eating me out was your punishment? Having me pull your hair? No, no. That was your reward."

Your hand meets their bare skin again as they thrust back into you. They let out a choked noise, burying their face against your shoulder.

You smooth your hand over the hot patch of skin, giving them a moment of reprieve. "I didn't even have to give you a reward, you know," you mutter. "You were a brat, a dirty little whore. But I did it, because I'm nice like that." You draw your hand back, coming down even harder against their heated skin. "Dumb little bitch wanted to get us caught. Do you want that? To get us in trouble? Make it so that we never see each other again?"

"No." They keep their head down, face burrowed against your bare skin. "No, no. Don't want that. No."

Your free hand creeps under their jaw, attempting to move their head away from your shoulder. "Look at me," you demand as your hand comes down on them again, inspiring another shrill whimper. "Look me in the fucking eye and tell me that you didn't mean to do it."

They lift their head, slowly, shakily, until your eyes meet. It's only then that you notice the tears shining in their eyes, feel their trembling.

It isn't just a response to the pain, you realize. They're actually crying. "N-no," they whimper again. "Don't wanna get us in trouble. Don't wanna not see you again. It was an a-accident. I'm sorry, doctor. So sorry."

Your heart sinks.

Shit. You didn't mean to actually upset them.

You reach up, brushing their tears away as your other hand travels from their ass up to their back, rubbing soothingly. You decide that now might actually be the time for terms of endearment. "Oh, sweetie. It's okay."

They whine again as you run your hand across their shoulder.

"You're so sweet," you go on. "So good. I knew that you could be. Just needed a little discipline, is all." You press a kiss to their neck, inspiring them to draw in another sharp little breath. You nip at their ear before leaning in to whisper. "Doctor's orders."

Your hand travels up further, coming to rest gently on the back of their neck. "That's all over now," you assure them. "You took your punishment so well, baby. I think you deserve another reward. Oh, that's it..." You notice as their hips stutter against you, hear the desperate little whines that mean that they're close. "Come for me, honey. That's it. There we go..."

They go still against you, letting out a sobbing moan as they spill inside of you. The sight is enough for you to come again. You hadn't even noticed you were close before now, you were so worried about them.

That last part remains true as their head drops against your shoulder again. They're still trembling. Maybe still crying a little.

You run your hand through their hair, inspiring a shaky sigh. "How're you doing, honey?" you ask.

"I-I'm alright," they reply. "Th-thank you, doctor."

"No, sweetheart. Look at me."

They lift their head, meeting your eyes.

You cup their face gently, pressing a kiss to the tip of their nose. "Not doctor."

You kiss both of their cheeks. "Not mistress, either."

Another kiss, this time to their forehead. "Right now, I'll just be me..."

Finally, your lips brush against theirs, exceptionally gentle. They sigh into your mouth, melting against you.

You pull away, thumbs brushing over both of their tearstained cheeks. "And you can just be you," you say. "Now. Tell me how you feel, baby."

"Good." They nuzzle your neck, letting out another sigh. "Tired. Wanna stay in bed with you."

You chuckle, casting a glance over to your alarm clock. "We can do that for a little bit." You go back to rubbing their back, reveling in the little satisfied sound that they make against your neck.

"I didn't mean to make you cry," you tell them quietly. "I went too far. I'm sorry." You press another kiss to their head before continuing. "That girl was too scared to even notice. Even if she wasn't, she wouldn't be the type to tell." You chuckle, running your fingers over their spine.

"She liked you," you continue. "Said you talked her out of a panic attack before I came in. I think she thought you were cute, too. Which... How could she not?" You trace a clumsy heart against their back. "I've got the prettiest nurse in the whole wide world. Kinda makes me jealous, knowing that I can't outshine you."

They giggle, pulling back to look at you. "You can." They lean in, pressing a kiss to the edge of your jaw. "And you do. You're so beautiful..."

"Have you seen yourself?" You tighten your arms around them, burying your face in their shoulder for a change. You can hear their heart beating, falling back into a normal rhythm. You listen to it with your eyes closed, thinking of how lucky you are to have them here, in your bed.

You love them. You do. You think part of you has loved them from the moment you first saw them.

You know they deserve better than what you can give them right now. They deserve to be loved openly, to be shown off. They deserve to be able to show affection to their partner in public. They deserve to be referred to as someone's partner, rather than just their nurse.

They just deserve better, all the way around.

"Hey," you murmur into their chest.

"Hmm?"

You pull back, meeting their gaze again. "I'm getting tired of sneaking around," you say. "And I know you are, too."

They frown. "You aren't... breaking up with me, are you?"

"No! God, no." You lean in, giving them another peck before pulling back. "Don't want you to even think that. Just..." You sigh, caressing their face again.

"I got an offer from another practice," you admit. "And I think that I'm gonna take it."

"Oh." They let out a shaky breath, their face sinking. Much to your horror, their eyes well up again.

"Hey, baby. No." You cup their cheeks. Fuck. You sort of feel like crying yourself. "Fuck, babe. Don't cry. I didn't mean to—"

"It's okay," they attempt to assure you. "I'm fine. It's just..." They take another shaking breath before continuing. "It's stupid."

"Tell me," you urge them. "Wanna know what you're thinking."

They just look at you for a moment before exhaling again. "I'd miss seeing you every day," they admit. "Would miss coming into the office in the morning and seeing your face. Would miss lunch breaks, with or without sex. Would miss being the nurse of the best, most gorgeous doctor in the world..."

You cut them off with another tender kiss. "Wouldn't you rather come back home to me every night?"

Realizing what you just asked, they look down at you with wide eyes. "You're... Are you serious?"

You smile, nodding. "We wouldn't have to hide it then," you say. "And as much as I love calling you my pretty nurse... I think I'd rather call you my beautiful partner instead." You brush their hair out of their face, tucking it behind their ear. "Come back home with me tonight?"

They blush. "You want me to?"

"Mmm-hmm," you say. "I'll make it up to you for making you cry. I'll fix you dinner... Let you pick a movie... We can cuddle more..."

"Yes." They giggle, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "That sounds great."

"Good." You nudge them lightly. "Now, let's get dressed and hit the road. I'm buying you a coffee on the way back to work."

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[deadsetromance]

IN THE WEE SMALL HOURS OF THE MORNING

(not my gif!)

gerard way x gn!reader

summary: he's your roommate...but maybe he's more than that.

warnings: unedited writing, fluff, no use of [y/n]

note: so sorry i haven't posted in forever! i have a few requests and a few more half-complete drafts, so hopefully those should be up soon <3

you supposed there were worse roommates out there. actually, thinking about it, you realized how lucky you were.

you got along really well with your roommate, gerard. he’d been sharing an apartment for nearly two years now, and you were sure you knew him better than you knew yourself.

you know he forgets to take the coffee pods out of the keurig, and sometimes he leaves the heater running for too long.

you don’t think you’ve ever seen him sleep. sometimes you wonder if he’s a vampire or something, what with the scribbling coming from his room at all hours of the night.

to be fair… you’re hardly any better. you sleep little more than he does, when you do fall asleep it’s usually on the couch, and you leave the television on all the time.

you’re incredibly lucky, you realize. lucky that he’s as sweet as he is, bringing you coffee in the mornings, and stopping by your job on his commute. he’s even slipped a few drawings your way. some are drawings of you, others are silly little doodles he gives you when you’re having a bad day. sometimes, he’ll show you characters for the comics he’s working on, asking for your input.

you realize that you’re lucky that he’s so helpful, that he’s not a creep, that you both get along so well. you’re lucky that you’ve found a friend who will sit and watch television reruns with you when neither of you can fall asleep.

that’s why you slip a record under his door one night. you don’t know if he even likes sinatra, but you give it to him anyway. there’s no special occasion really, you just thought of him when you found in the wee small hours in the record store you visited. you don’t sign your name on the post it you stuck to it. all you write is “from one insomniac to another”. you feel embarrassed for some reason you can’t place, and something slithers in your stomach. maybe you shouldn’t have given it to him…maybe he doesn’t like sinatra. it’s too late now though, it’s already done.

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it’s late one night…or early, depending on how you look at it. you’re tired, whatever movie you were watching forgotten and on mute. you can hear gerard milling around in the kitchen, you can smell the coffee he’s brewing. you’re tired, but you can’t fall asleep.

“thanks for the record” gerard called from the kitchen. “i really liked it”

you smile, one of those hazy tired smiles, the kind you do when you’re between being awake and asleep. “i didn’t know if you liked sinatra, i hope it’s ok”

you miss the way he grins at you, too busy yawning.

“it’s great i actually…” he walked off in the middle of his sentence, a habit you’d noticed he had, only to come back with the disk in his hands. “do you mind?”

it didn’t matter if you said no, he already turned to put it on, smiling back at you as he dropped the needle to the record.

“what are we watching?” he asked, sitting next to you on the couch. close enough to be touching you, but still far enough to give you space. it’s like a paradox, you think, but then you tell yourself to shut up. you’re too tired to know what you’re talking about.

“i dunno, i stopped paying attention.” your eyes flit to the movie playing on the television, watching the car chase for a moment before turning your attention back to him. “you’re going to keep yourself up all night drinking coffee this late.” you might have frowned at him if you weren’t too busy beaming.

he knew you were teasing, you could tell by the glint in his eye. “i just need a few finishing touches on my project and then i’m done.”

you didn’t say anything more for a while, taking a moment to take everything in. the record playing softly in the background as you curled closer to gerard. his head resting on yours as you listened to his breathing, memorizing the pace of his heart.

it’s quiet…intimate, and you’re tired. tired and happy.

“you tired?” he questions softly.

“a little,” you don’t know why you’re whispering.

“do you work tomorrow?”

“yeah, i open,” you groan, rubbing your eyes. you think you feel him press a kiss to the top of your head, but you don’t want to get your hopes up.

it’s quiet again, though this time it’s too quiet. you’re left with thoughts of gerard running through your head, and you wish that one of you would say something. you should be ashamed, you scold yourself, thinking of him the way you do when he’s sitting right next to you.

“what are you thinking about?” he prods gently. he’s soft with you, the way he always is, careful not to overstep with his questions.

“nothing really,” you lie, because you’d rather not risk what comfort you have now. “what are you thinking about?”

it seems like he didn’t expect the question to be turned back on him. he hesitates, and the silence is thick…too thick. his face is illuminated by the light from the tv, and he looks nervous. you don’t think you’ve ever seen him look quite as terrified as he does now. the lighting shifts, and he’s blanketed in darkness again, but you notice something change in his eyes.

“i think i love you” he whispers against your ear.

you feel like you can’t breathe. you think you heard him wrong. you’re worried this is all a dream, a good dream, the kind that would leave you reeling when you wake up.

you want to hear him say it again.

you lean your head back against his shoulder, and he breathes out with a shudder. you watch the explosions on tv as your hand finds his. “i love you too.”

that’s it then, everything is out in the open. maybe you’re tired, but you sigh gently as he cups your face in his hands. thinking back, you can’t exactly pinpoint when your feelings for him changed, but you suppose it doesn’t matter now. he loves you and you love him. it’s surprisingly simple.

“can i…?” he doesn’t need to finish his question as you lean in closer to him. his breath is warm, and he smells like coffee and sleepless nights, and you’re waiting for him. your eyes are closed as you breathe him in, and they stay that way as he kisses you softly.

he’s…soft, softer than you imagine, and you can’t help but smile.

in the wee small hours of the morning, he is yours, and you are his.

[hearts4golbach]

[littlesunshine1223]

hiii can you do Gerard way maybe? 👀

SFW Gerard Way Headcanons

- Gee loves cuddling up to you in the mornings before he has to either work on his comics or be in the studio

- loves when you make him coffee in the mornings even on his days off

- he loves when you do his makeup for him before he has to go on stage

- feeling lonely? Not anymore, if you let him he will always give you as much love and affection he possibly can

- if he’s had a rough day and is laying in your bed just snuggle up to him, give him kisses, and comfort him

- he loves when you help him dye his hair and he insists that you be the one to dye it (he just wants to feel you play with his hair)

- he writes songs about the two of you and how much he loves you

- he’ll help you make dinner if you want but sometimes he can’t help but gently push you against the counter and kiss you because you look so stunning in his eyes and he wants to show how much he appreciates you

- you both take care of each other when you’re sick or not feeling well

- he will start blushing if you start giving him kisses whenever his friends or other people are around to see

[moonxmagix]

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Thought I'd share my vision board for a story I'm writing about a priest, a young girl, and Catholicism. It's called Heaven Help Us and this story probably won't be done any time soon but I'm so excited to finish it already! I wanna take my time with it and really perfect it as much to my ability. Writing is just so fun!

I'll probably share excerpts here and there:)

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i just want to get a general consensus of tumblr's y/n thoughs. your current thoughts pls. idc if it was the only thing you read five years ago, what do you think about it now.

[p.s im tagging some fandoms bc y'all are generally who i'm asking when i do polls, and also bc i see a lot of these fandoms x reader]