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elektramustdie · 7 months

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dreams do come true

"Fuck, just like that."

It's the middle of the night when you begin to stir, a small ache in your shoulders from the uncomfortable couch you and your roommate had fallen asleep on some hours ago, your eyes hesitantly and sleepily blinking open.

A soft glow of light from the television hardly illuminates the dark living room, a small yawn escaping your lips. A few incoherent mumbles continue to escape your best friend's lips, a slew of stifled moans and shifting limbs following them.

Peeking over your shoulder, you can barely make out the pale boy's features, his eyelids fluttered shut and lips slightly agape. "So good-“

"gerard?" You nudge his bare arm with your elbow, feeling a warmth spread across your cheeks at the quick realization he's having a far from innocent dream. You try again, with a bit more force, despite the exhaustion coursing through you from the lack of sleep. "Gee."

“Hm?" the black haired boy suddenly blinks awake, slightly panicked as he sits himself up, eyes hazy and distant. "What's wrong?"

You stifle a giggle at his wild hair and confused expression, his chest still heaving slightly from his startled state. "Nothing's wrong," you say, "You woke me up."

“Oh," a pink hue washes over him, swallowing a thick lump forming in his throat, blinking away the images left behind from his stupid little dream about his pretty roommate. "Sorry. Fuck, what time is it?"

"Uh," you crane your neck, narrowing your eyes to catch sight of the small digital clock on the stove not far from you. "Half past three."

"Shit," Gerard quietly hisses, shuffling underneath the knitted blanket covering you both, feeling a bit restricted in his jeans. With each blink of his eyes he can't stop picturing the sinful sight he'd been dreaming about. "Sorry for waking you."

"It's fine," You dismiss him with the wave of your hand, backside still pressed against the boy's clothed thigh, thinking nothing of the position. A small smirk however twitches at your lips. "Dreaming about that girl again?" you tease, pushing your lips to the side.

Gerard shoots you a glare, clearly unamused by your attempt at a joke, though his heart skips a beat at the simple idea that you knew what type of dream was unfolding behind his eyelids. "No, lyn z’s annoying."

"I thought you said that eliza was annoying?" your brow quirks, tucking your lower lip between your teeth.

"I said eliza’s obnoxious," he clarifies with a simple scoff, slinging his arm over the back of the couch, muscles flexing and catching your attention, "Why do you care anyway?"

Your breath hitches momentarily, affected unfamiliarly by the simple sight. You’ve seen Gerard shirtless a million times - hell, you've cuddled on this very couch on more than one occasion. Platonically, of course.

You ignore the blush on your cheeks and the small frustration bubbling in your stomach from his question, "I don't," you shrug, though he isn't convinced, "I'd just rather not be woken up by your stupid wet dreams."

Gerard’s eyes quickly widen, lips parting in slight shock at the confrontation, though he doesn't utter a single word to defend himself. You just offer a simple soft laugh before getting up from the couch, fetching the two of you a glass of water.

When you return, Gerard’s jeans impossibly tighten at your attire, your crooked little tank top and sleeping shorts, unknowingly bunched at the tops of your smooth tanned thighs.

Never had Gerard looked at you, his best friend of nearly ten years in a sexual or romantic way, but the absence of a bra on your upper half and the little patch of exposed skin between the hemline of your tank top and waistline of your shorts has him on the brink of drooling.

"Hello, Earth to Gee," your hand waves in front of the boy's eyes, blinking out of his terrible, terrible thoughts to see you standing at the end of the couch, a glass of water in your palm. "You alright?"

A shaky hand reaches for the glass, nearly spilling the liquid all over his lap as he desperately brings it to his lips, chugging the contents in almost record time. Your brow raises curiously.

"You got that worked up over a dream?" You laugh softly, taking a seat beside him, legs criss-crossed while you sip on your own glass of water, no idea the effect you have on the pale boy at this moment. "Damn, Gee, it's like you're sixteen all over again."

"Shut up," he exhales loudly, placing the now empty glass on the side table, raking a hand over his face. God, why now? Why in the hell is he having inappropriate dreams about his best fucking friend? "Drop it." Gerard shoots you a stern glare, only fueling you further.

A mischievous smile appears on your lips, quickly disappearing as you compose yourself, feigning innocent curiosity. "Let me guess," you start softly, pretending to ponder, "Doggy? No, that wouldn't rile you up," you shake your head quickly, fingers tapping on the side of your glass, "Reverse cowgirl."

"Y/N." he mutters through gritted teeth, white knuckling the arm of the couch, fearful to glance at you. "Stop."

"What?" you giggle quietly, "Oh come on, don't go all innocent on me now," your eyes roll playfully, "Not like I haven't heard it all before."

"I'm serious," Gerard grumbles, trying to regulate his breaths but struggles, nearly full fucking mass in his jeans now. Thankfully the knitted blanket bunched in his lap prevents you from realizing how fucking turned on he is. "Cut it out."

Gerard chooses the wrong moment to glance at you, just as you’re leaning towards the opposite end of the couch to place your half empty glass on the other side table, giving the pale boy a perfect view of your backside. Fucking hell.

"You're no fun," you pout, turning back to him and meeting his darkened eyes, barely visible from the glow of the television. To this, your breath falters, noticing his tense demeanor. "What?"

"Go to bed." he suddenly says, not bothering to break eye contact between you two, watching as your tempting little lips part in genuine confusion. Had you pushed too far? Crossed a line?

"gee, I was just teasing-"

Gerard’s eyes narrow at you, almost menacingly, enough to make you choke down your words. "Y/N, if you're not in your bed in the next thirty seconds I'm going to do something we can never come back from."

To the boy’s surprise, you stay put. Not out of fear, or worry that you’ve done something wrong, but because you’re simply curious. Folding your hands in your lap, you remain silent, awaiting the boy's reaction with nervously pursed lips.

His hazel eyes flicker to those little fucking shorts, hardly covering you, and stifles a groan. "Come here," he says lowly, tongue tracing the inside of his lip. Hesitantly, you slowly crawl the short distance before sitting beside him on your knees. "God damnit, Y/N."

"What?" you ask, nearly a whisper, unaware of the effect you have on him. "Look, if I went too far I'm sorry-"

"Shut up."

"Gerard-"

"Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N," gerard sighs frustratedly, tearing his eyes from yours, "Do you not get it?"

"Get what?" your fingers anxiously tap on the tops of your thighs, biting the inside of your cheek, filled with worry.

"My dream wasn't about lynz or fucking eliza," he scoffs, turning to face you again, his adam's apple bobbing slowly,

"It was about you."

Your breath hitches. Are you still half asleep? Did Gerard really say-

"Me?" you whisper before quickly shaking your head, "Gee, that's not funny, okay? I don't know what game you're playing-"

Your words cease when a warm, calloused hand finds your thigh, gripping the soft skin firmly. "I'm not fucking with you," he tells you, "I don't know where the fuck it came from but those goddamn shorts of yours aren't helping right now."

Swallowing the thick lump of nerves in your throat, the words falling from your lips aren't remotely close to what Gerard could have ever predicted. "So do something about it."

"Oh fuck me," a low groan leaves gerard’s throat, tossing his head back momentarily, "Don't have to tell me twice."

And suddenly Gerard’s hand is on the back of your head, pulling you toward him forcefully to claim your lips in a messy, desperate kiss. You instantly melt into him, the taste of popcorn still lingering on his chapped lips from the bowl you’d shared hours ago.

Gerard doesn't hesitate to swipe his tongue along your lower lip, pushing your kiss deeper as you brace yourself by grasping at his shoulder, a soft moan escaping your lips, which Gerard is eager to swallow.

The boy’s unoccupied hand finds your hip easily, thumb firmly pressing against the bone there, his remaining fingers digging into the fabric of your pathetic excuse for shorts. Your hips instinctively roll at the contact.

Gerard regretfully pulling away, both of you adorning swollen, pink lips and flushed cheeks, even in the low light of the television it was quite obvious. "Fuck, you have no idea-"

"Me too," you cut him off in a whisper, eyes flickering between his and his intoxicating lips. "Gee-"

"Fuck, what've we done?" he mumbles more so to himself, though he doesn't retract his hands and you don’t bother to tell him to. "Y/N, I'm so sorry-"

"Just shut up," you shake your head, free hand grasping at the chain looped around his bare neck and pulling him forward, claiming his lips just as he had done to yours previously. He doesn't protest when you sling a leg over his lap, thighs settled on either side of his, eliciting a deep groan from his throat.

When your lips part, his eyes hesitantly flicker between yours and your new position, your hips flush against his own. "Are you- are you sure?"

You shyly nod. A groan of disapproval leaves Gerard’s lips, his grip tightening on the back of your head, fingers weaving through your hair, pulling you closer to him as if your chests hadn't been brushing the entire time. "Yeah, silence doesn't work for me, baby"

"Yes," you breathe out, clenching your thighs desperately, "Yes, I'm so fucking sure, Gee. Please-"

"Fuck," he grits out, hips bucking against your center, "So fuckin' needy for me, aren't you?" When your eyes widen at his words, Gerard’s lips twitch into a sly, crooked smirk, filled to the brim with satisfaction. He tugs the strands between his fingers again. "Aren't you?"

"Yes- fuck."

The hand not grasping your hair retreats to your upper thigh, thumb resting in the crease there, fingernails digging into your soft skin and forcing his clothed length against your sensitive center. "Feel that, sweetheart?" Gerard’s tone lowers, fighting the urge to moan at the feeling alone, as he breaths low and slow against your lips, taunting you, "I'm gonna fuckin' ruin you."

“Please," you helplessly whimper in response, eyelids tempting to flutter shut at the simple feeling, Gerard’s cock twitching in the confinement of his jeans at your sinful little plea. Never in his life had he imagined a scenario with you like this becoming a reality.

Gerard quickly taps your thigh so you’ll raise yourself, allowing him to kick off the thin knitted blanket on his lap, exposing the outline of his achingly hard length in his fitted jeans, the boy’s jaw tensed so hard his teeth begin to ache. He can't fucking begin to imagine how good you’re going to feel wrapped around him.

His ringed fingers fumble with the button and fly of his dark jeans, too fucking anxious to finally set his cock free. He leaves them pooled around his knees carelessly, his fitted black boxers following suit. A soft hiss leaves Gerard’s lips at the release. You, however, are at a loss for words.

"You-" you breathlessly choke out, unable to look away from his length, eyes widened and suddenly feeling a stir in your stomach. "There's no fucking way, Gee-"

“What, am I too big for you?" Gerard teases in a low tone, a sickening little smirk on his lips, head cocked to the side. "You don't think you can handle it?"

As you’re shaking your head and finally tearing your eyes away, you meet his gaze, hesitant. "I- I don't know-"

He lets out a low, sinister chuckle before his hands are on your hips again, pulling your clothed center flush with his exposed length, ghosting his lips against yours. "Too fuckin' bad, sweetheart, you're gonna take it and I don't wanna hear a single fucking complaint."

A low, drawn out whimper escapes your poor lips, swallowing your nerves while

Gerard continues to jut his hips. "Yes, sir." the words fall from your mouth before you can even process them.

"Ah, what a good girl, hm?" the boy hums against your lips, "Gonna fuck you so good, dollface I promise."

"Please."

"Please, what?"

"Please, sir."

"Goddamn," he pulls away slightly, so fucking hard he's nearly on the brink of orgasm from the simple word alone, ringed fingers retracting from your hip to the thin, stretchy material of your shorts, sliding between your thigh and the fabric until his forefinger finds the dampened material of your underwear. "You want me that fucking bad? Hm? Had to go and get this fucking wet for me?"

"Gerard-"

"Fucking pathetic," he scoffs, sending a shock straight to your spine as he slowly teases his finger against you, pressing firmly against your clit like some fucking expert. "Can't wait to watch you sink down on my cock."

You’re already a fucking mess and he's barely touched you, fingers grasping at the thin underwear and sliding them to the side, Gerard’s free hand preparing himself and pressing his tip against you. "So fuckin' wet, don't need nothin' else."

You suck in a deep, loud breath as Gerard begins to push inside, giving you no mercy as his hands find your hips yet again and force you down his entire length, your hands grasping desperately onto his broad shoulders. "Fuck-" you cry out, eyes pinching shut at the sudden stretch. "Oh my-"

"S'okay baby," he coos softly, thumbs pressing firmly onto your hips, no doubt leaving bruises there you'll find in the morning."M'gonna take good care of you."

Your fingernails absentmindedly dig into his pale skin, feeling tears begin to prick at your eyes. You’d never felt so full.

"Please, Gee-" your throat suddenly runs dry, eyes flying open as he uses the grip on your hips to pull your body upwards, forcing your back down onto his length roughly. "Fuck-"

"Quiet," he interjects curtly, "Want you to take my fucking cock the way I give it to you. Cry all you want, sweet girl”

The pain of the stretch doesn't last long, thankfully, though each rough thrust of Gerard’s hips has your vision blurring, the sound of his thighs smacking against the back of yours bouncing off the walls of your quiet shared apartment.

You adjust to the boy’s deep, rough rhythm, the fabric of your flimsy little tank top settling just below your breasts, catching Gerard’s eye. Managing to continue his pace, his teeth capturing this bottom lip, one of his hands slides the fabric further until they're both exposed to him.

“Fuck, you're so pretty," he grunts softly, wetting his bottom lip due to the tempting fucking sight of you sinking down on his cock like the good fucking girl you are. He cups one of them, a whimper leaving your mouth amidst mumbled curses. "You feel so fucking good on my cock."

"Gerard-“

"Say it, baby. Fucking say it."

"Sir, please-"

"Fuck," he grits his teeth for the millionth time, the word never growing old as it reaches his ears, before he's suddenly halting, pressing his hips firmly against you until you’re nearly out of breath. So goddamn deep.

It takes less than a second before he's pushing you onto your back, still connected and instead of grasping your hips his hands find your knees, pressing your thighs flush against your chest.

Gerard sucks in a quick breath, standing on his knees as his jeans are still pooled around them, restricting him slightly but he simply doesn't give a fuck right now. Slowly retracting his cock, he keeps his eyes on your pretty little lips as he pushes his hips forward suddenly, hitting an entirely new spot and causing a borderline scream to leave your mouth.

“Fuck-" you gasp, lips parting. thighs already shuddering from one fucking thrust. This only heightens the boy’s satisfaction, ignoring the small beads of sweat that begin to accumulate on his forehead. "Oh my fucking god-"

"Fuckin' told you," Gerard grunts, a white knuckle grip on your knees, preventing any pushback you attempted to give as your thighs shake beneath his hold, "Told you I'd fuckin' ruin you, didn't I?"

"Y-yes-"

"That feel good, sweetheart?" he rasps, throat nearly raw from the groans and moans he continues to stifle, "Feelin' me so goddamn deep inside of you?"

“Gee, please- so- so deep-"

"Yeah, baby," instead of gripping both of your knees, Gerard decides to rest his forearm against them to keep you in place, snaking his free hand between your thighs, attaching his thumb to your sensitive clit, a desperate little whimper leaving you. "You're doin' such a good job, takin' me so well."

You instinctively clench around him, causing a hiss to leave his lips, eyelids falling shut at the overstimulation. "I'm- oh fuck-"

“That's it," he responds lowly, not slowing down his harsh, deep thrusts, rendering you nearly breathless. "Come on, fuckin' cum all over my cock."

"Sir- I-"

“Fuck," Gerard grunts, continuing his quick firm movements against your swollen, sensitive clit, as you clench harder and harder around his cock. "Good fucking God, I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that."

"Please, please cum with me-" you ramble helplessly, eyes flying open and meeting Gerard’s darkened eyes, his breaths growing ragged and chest so fucking tight from the sight of desperation on your face. "Please."

Gerard’s thrusts grow sloppily, orgasm building quickly. lower lip tucked between his teeth. One last particularly deep thrust, hitting that goddamn special little spot has you gasping for breath. Feeling your release coat his length, he finally lets go, hips stuttering to a slow pace, eventually stopping all together.

Both of you adorn heaving chests as the sound of your breaths echo the living room, both covered in a thin sheen of sweat. "Y/N-"

"Holy shit, Gerard," You manage to choke out, every goddamn inch of your body now sore, choking back a whimper as the blonde slowly slips out of you. "I didn't- fuck."

"Didn't what?" Gerard asks, just as breathless, knees reddened from the friction against the sofa, tugging his boxers up his thighs and tucking himself inside of them. "Are you okay?"

"There's no goddamn way we can ever be friends," You slowly slink your knees down, feet flat on the couch's cushion. Gerard’s lips pull into a frown at your words, about to interject before a little laugh escapes you. "Not if you fuck like that."

Gerard playfully smacks your thigh, "You fuckin' scared me, Y/N, don't do that," he leans forward to hover over you, eyeing the snide little grin on your pretty lips. "Come on, if you shower with me I'll reward you for bein' so good."

Your dazed eyes blink slowly, watching Gerard smile admiringly down at you. You both know there's no coming back from this, no way you’ll ever be just friends again.

And you don't mind one bit.

"The only way I'm showering with you is if you carry me, I'm fucking wrecked."

"I think that can be arranged."

#smut fic #emo #x reader smut #my chemical romance #mcr #gerard way x reader #gerard way

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redheadspark · 2 months

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Revenge

A/N - This is part of the Ocean Eyes Series, it will be a two parter for sure. I hope you like it

Summary - Eris had been found, and Azriel take his revenge

Warnings - A pinch of angst in this one, but they'll be fluff later

Cassian's POV

Cassian could feel a headache coming already, though rubbing his temples was not helping.

He would rather be home, at the House of Wind, having time with his mate and young daughter since this was the second day in a row that he had to be at the Illyrian camps. Some of the captains were getting too comfortable, which led to Cassian needing to come up and whip them into shape. It was mostly babysitting now, yet babysitting Nyx and Alec was far more enjoyable than an army filled with Illryians who were headstrong and pompous.

But the front flaps of his Captain quarter opened abruptly, though Cassian's head was down d looking over the names of the recruits that had just arrived a week before.

"Cassian, you have a visitor," One of his Captain Gerard, voiced from the front. Cassian cracked his knuckles, squinting a bit from the headache that was right behind his eyes.

"If it's one of the recruits bitching about their sleeping quarters, they can it up with Reg," Cassian replied while keeping his eyes trained on the paper below him, then hearing an awkward shuffle of boots.

"I am not one to judge the living quarters of Illyrian soldiers, nor have I ever been,"

Cassian's eyes snapped up from the voice, knowing exactly who it was. High Lord Beron, the very High Lord of Autumn Court, was in his tent, at Windhaven Camp in Night Court. He was dressed in the Autumn Court colors, standing stiff and tall though looking rather unpleased. Cassian shot up from his spot at the desk, looking rather shocked at the sight of Baron in his tent. With none of his security or guards, all alone.

Alarms were ringing in Cassian's head, the very alarms that signaled him to be on his guard. Then again, his Captains and other commanders at Windhaven would have alerted him instantly if someone made it past the borders of the camp. Autumn Court was not well-liked with the Illyrian soldiers that were at Windhaven. Was Cassian walking into some kind of trap? Was he about to lose his life?

Should he tell Rhysand and the others?

"High Lord Beron," Cassian said his name, not wishing to sound far too surprised but it still almost came out as a squeak. He looked past the High Lord at Gerard, the Captain giving him a look of shock from behind Beron as Cassian cleared his throat, "Gerad, make sure we have no interruptions,"

"Of course," he replied, giving Beron a perplexed look from behind as Beron was simply looking around at the interior of the tent. He slipped out of the ten, closing it to finally leave Cassian and Beron alone. One eagan, Cassian had an uneasy feeling in the back of his mind, his sword was not too far away and propped against his chest behind him, and his daggers strapped to hip and thighs. He could be light on his feet, though he had never seen High Lord Beron in combat before.

Beron eyed him, his dark eyes scanning Cassian up and down with intrigue and almost a hint of judgment, "No need to worry about yourself and safety, my men are not too far away and on patrol around the camp as we speak,"

"Is that a good idea with a camp filled with adrenaline-filled Illryians?" Cassian asked carefully though Beron barely cracked a smile.

"My men know not to move without my permission," Beron answered, a moment or two passed before he looked at Cassian directly in the eyes. Cassian could see years and years of leadership in these eyes, along with centuries of pain and remorse. It was almost haunting, and the serious look he was getting was not helping the situation.

"I have Eris in my custody, back in Autumn Court,"

Cassian felt his heart drop to the ground and a shiver went down his spine. The very high fae who brought fear and worry to Azriel and his family, who almost killed Alec when he was a toddler, and two weeks ago Azriel's mate nearly died from Eris. The target that was on the Autumn Court Prince's back grew over time, mostly due to his poor choices and irrational decisions against not only Night Court but the only Shadowsinger in all of Prythian.

Cassian had soldiers combing through all of Night Court from top to bottom, Rhysand spoke to the other High Lords and implored them to hand him over if he was discovered, and for a few days there seemed to be the notion that he fell off the face of the continent. But now to hear he was back in Autumn Court, by his own father, Cassian didn't know what to think as Beron walked back and forth in front of his desk, looking a bit remorseful as he spoke again.

"As per the agreement I made with your High Lord, I will hold him in my custody until High Lord Rhsyand will do what he sees fit as punishment for the crimes he committed," Beron explained, his fingers twitching a bit at his sides as he was pacing slowly, Cassian's eyes following him like a hawk while he spoke some more, "I will not let him stay in my Court with his crimes, only to stain my Court's reputation and standing amongst the other Courts and in Prythian.".

Cassian could not believe what he was hearing: Beron was willing to hand his son over to Rhysand, willingly, and with no need of an exchange or trade in return. Surely there had to be some kind of trick or compromise that came with this, Beron must need something in return for handing his son over without a second thought.

Finally finding his voice, Cassian gave the High Lord an inquisitive stare, "You'd hand your son over so willingly?"

Perhaps he struck a chord or hit a nerve since Beron stood so still like a tree and stared deeply at Cassian, "Eris is no son of mine,"

He said it in such a way that was both vile and yet emotional as Cassian went silent again. Like it was set in stone, written in ink, and left the rest of time to digest.

"He has done wrong in the past, no doubt because of his young age and the need to be reckless. I have overlooked the headaches and heartaches he inflicted on others including myself and his mother. But the choice he had, to willingly take the life of two innocent souls with no account of the consequences that would take place, that I will no do," He explained to Cassian and he stood face to face with him, "Who am I to preach such things when I too am also guilty of the mistakes I made in the past, the decisions that made my reputation the way it was for centuries. Yet now I wish to change it, change the way the other Courts see my Court and my family."

He was saying the right things to Cassian, and yet he would still stay on his guard when it came to Autumn Court. Azriel and his family meant more to Cassian than the word of Beron. His Court was not high up on Cassian's trust list, nor with anyone else in the Inner Circle for that matter. Yet again, Cassian was in the room with Beron and Rhysand spoke about the agreement they made about Eris, he saw it all and heard it too. Beron would be a fool to go against Night Court and Rhysand if he was claiming that he wanted to make amends with all the Courts in Prythian.

"The Spymaster's family should have never been a target, that much is fact," Beron stated, his voice softer now at the mention of Azriel while Cassian watched him intensely, "You may not believe my word, to which I do not blame you. I can only give you my word, and I swear on my lineage of Autumn Court. Not only that but I dare not tamper with my daughter-in-law's family and loved ones. I happen to appreciate and love young Elaine, she has brought life back to Lucien,"

At the mention of Elaine, Cassian could see he was telling the truth. Elaine truly was well-loved by all of the citizens in Autumn Court, from the moment she was presented as Lucien's fiancee and became a popular public figure amongst the common folk and fae. Lucien would tell the Inner Circle how she was making a tremendous mark amongst the people and her in-laws, who adored her and took her under their wing. Elaine became a wonderful bridge for the two Courts, making the alliance as strong as ever.

"As I stated before, Eris is in my custody, and I await to hear from Rhsyand on what he wishes to do with him. I will hold no grudges or quarrels against your High Lord and Lady on whatever they choose to do, I only ask they don't have a charge of heart against my Court from Eris's actions," Beron explained, giving Cassian one more intense look. Perhaps to either seek approval or not, but Cassian nodded his head.

"I'll let my High Lord know," he replied, Beron shifted his head down slightly as a way of thanks before he made his way to the front of the tent. Before he went out, his hands wrapped around the flap, he looked back at Cassian with a softer look in his dark eyes.

"Please send my condolences and apologies for the Spymaster. I truly am sorry for all that has happened to his family," After he stated that, he slipped out of the tent without a second thought.

Cassian was left alone, in utter shock from what occurred in front of him and what he heard. The last thing he expected was to have Beron in front of him, High Lord Beron, handing his son over to Rhysand and Night Court.

Importantly, to Azriel.

He blinked once, then ran over to grab his sword and out of the tent. Beron was nowhere to be seen, nor was his soldier. A couple of Illyrian soldiers looked around in confusion as Gerard walked over with wide eyes.

"What in the hell?!" Gerard asked.

"Stay here and hold down the camp. No one goes in or out until I give the word," Cassian replied, stretching out his wings as he looked at Gerard, "No one, understand?"

With a nod from his Captain, he took to the sky with one swipe of his wings, soaring up so fast his breath was nearly lost.

He had to find the others and deliver the news. He had to find Azriel.

Your POV

"Cousin,"

Hearing Rhysand's voice behind you gave you a small shiver, you turned to look over your shoulder and see him standing at the doorway of your home, standing a bit stiff and not leaning against the doorway as he usually would when he visited. This was no visit, you staring into his eyes and almost reading his mind. He stared back, the violet shade in his eyes and the gaze he held with you was enough to understand what he was mentally saying to you.

"I'll protect him"

Azriel was with you at home and Rhysand and Cassian came rushing through the door, looking as if they saw a ghost when they saw yourself, Azriel, and Alec playing together in the living room. Azriel took them out to the back garden, not wishing for Alec to listen while you couldn't help but watch from the kitchen window. From the look on their faces and how Azriel's calm demeanor hardened instantly, you knew what they were talking about.

Eris.

You've had plenty of nights waking up from tremors and nightmares, replaying that moment when you were trying to flee from the Autumn Court soldiers and being shot down within seconds. The poison spreads through you, your body shutting down within seconds and feeling unbearable pain. You would wake up gasping for air, sometimes you would scream from how intense the nightmares were.

But every time it happened, Azriel held you close and kissed away the tears and hummed away the pain. You knew what he went through when you were recovering at River House, though he would try to hide it from you and not let you see it on his face. But sometimes you would see it, how his eyes lingered on your scarred wing a moment or two longer, or you would feel it in the bond with the worry and protection that was festering deep. It was more intense than it was before, and more brutal too. You would reassure him over and over that you were safe and alive, but you realized that he would never truly be satisfied.

Not until Eris was dead.

"I need you to stay here with your momma, okay?" You looked back at Azriel, who was kneeling in front of Alec in his leathers and Truth Teller strapped against his hip. Alec looked rather confused and a bit sad that his father was leaving abruptly, his bright eyes wide and his bottom lip threatening to quiver, "I have to go take care of something with you Uncles Rhysand and Cassian,"

"Can't I come help, Daddy? I'm big now, remember?" Alec asked hopefully, Azriel smiled and reached out to cup his son's face with his scarred palm. You pushed your tears away quickly, not wishing for Alec to see as your mate and son shared a moment in your small home. This home, meant to be a safe space and a space filled with love, was now festering with uncertainty and hate thanks to the Autumn Prince. Azriel swore to you, long ago, that your life together would not be tainted or taken away. He kept the promise, even after Alec came along. He was doing it now, eliminating a threat.

When Azriel explained to you that Eris was back in Autumn Court, being held by his father for Azriel and the others to deal with, you were beyond afraid for your mate. Azriel has come so far in his life to be where he was: happy with a family and no longer haunted by darkness and hate. It took blood, sweat, and tears for Azriel to overcome and conquer the ghosts in his past and not let them defy him.

Now you were afraid he would resort back to the lethal part of himself that you hated.

"You are big," Azriel agreed, staring into his son's eyes and seeing Alec look at him with some sadness there, "You are very big, Alec. Remember what we talked about, you being the man of the house while I'm away?"

Alec nodded his head, tears were about to brim.

"You need to be that man of the house now, Alec. I need to go with your Uncles, and you need to stay here with your momma where you both will be safe. I always tell you that I will do anything and everything to keep you and your momma safe, right?"

"R-Right," Alec blubbered, inhaling sharply as Azriel leaned forward and touched his head with his own. You felt your own heart slam hard seeing the gesture, something they would do together from time to time to show affection. Azriel never minded hugging his son or kissing him constantly, he would pour his love into his son whenever he could. Almost as a way to replace what he never had as a child, but when their foreheads touched, it was sacred. The bond grew every single time, and it was a beautiful sight to see.

"I'll be back before you know it, buddy," He whispered to Alec, who hugged him tightly and dug his head into his father's shoulder. Azriel's arms went around him quickly and kept him close, you feeling in the bond that he was feeling remorse in leaving his son and the insane love he had for him. Nothing else could compare in this lifetime, and you also would fight tooth and nail to keep your family together.

"You promise?" Alec mumbled in his father's neck. Azriel hummed, you seeing him try not to break in front of his son.

"I promise, Alec Rhysand," he replied, kissing the top of his head and then pulling away to look at his son one more time. He thumbed away the tears, Alec looking a bit calmer but still heartbroken in not understanding what was going on, "You take care of your momma, okay?"

"Yes, Daddy," He replied, Azriel then moved away from him to walk over to you. You both stared at one another, Azriel seeing how you too were trying to keep it together. You both already talked about this, right after he got word about Eris and his whereabouts. Seeing the rage in his eyes and how he sounded heated when you were pleading with him not to go, not in the mindset he was in. You felt the rage, the anger that was in his core which seemed to grow by the day. But you knew he was set in his ways when it came to Eris and what he attempted to do to his family. Eris's fate was already made, and Azriel would make sure he was no longer a threat.

By any means necessary.

You come back to me in one piece, You said in the bond, drilling your own blue eyes in his hazel ones. Azriel moved without a second thought, standing in front of you and kissing you softly. This kiss was something that seemed concrete, almost cemented within you. It was not rough or passionate, nor was it too soft and merely brief. No, this felt like the first kiss you two ever shared when you two were young and blissfully in love with one another. It was then that you realized that he was telling you through the kiss, that he loved you more than anything or anyone else in all the world around you.

He pulled away from the kiss and pressed his own forehead against your own, breathing you in one more time as you heard his voice in your bond, I won't leave this world without you with me.

Before you could say anything else, he released his hold on you and moved out of the house, walking past Rhysand in long strides as you watched with heartbreak and worry. Rhysand stayed still, watching Azriel stalk to the grassy field in front of the cottage. You wanted to say something, anything, to keep him there with you and not go into that dark place. But you knew there was nothing you could do, so you looked to your cousin who was about to join Azriel.

"Rhys," You called, Rhysand looking back at you and seeing the fear in your eyes, "Promise me that he doesn't lose himself,"

Rhysand, pausing to drink in what you said and realizing what you meant. He too saw the dark side of Azriel, the nasty side, and he too wanted the Shadowsinger to not go back to his old self. He saw the pain, the literal torture even, of what Azriel went through as a child and even as a young adult. They were brother so to speak, Rhysand was one of the very few beings that Azriel trusted with his life.

"Promise me, cousin," You voiced, Rhysand hearing the tremor in your voice as Azriel was waiting for Rhysand out in the field. You wanted to hear it from Rhysand, not only as your High Lord of Night Court but as your cousin and someone who took care of both yourself and Azriel. He knew of your relationship, he saw it blossoming from the very beginning when you two met, and you had to be sure he was going to protect him as much as he could.

"I promise," He replied soothingly, and as he and Azriel took to the sky and you watched them disappear in the rays of the sun, you could only hope that Azriel would not lose himself to what he was about to do.

Hope seemed like a deep-term

To Be Continued...

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ilooklikeaburntchickenugget · 6 months

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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.”

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moonxmagix · 1 year

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Pairing: Gerard Way x Fem Reader secretary

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#mcr shitpost #mcr #my chemical gerard #mychemicalromance #my chemical romance #my chem gerard #gerard way #Gerard Way smut #Gerard Way fanfic #gerard way fanficton #Gerard Way imagines #gee way #gerard way mcr #secretary #smut #mcr smut #gerard smut

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youlookedalotbetterlastnight · 1 year

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Pretty Girls Make Graves Pt 1

-Dom!reader, Sub!Gerard, praise kink, pet names, handjob, light edging, riding

A/N: i’ve risen from the dead and gerard is turned on by a horror movie in this

Gerard and I have been dating for a couple of months, but we haven’t had sex yet. We've done stuff like oral and what not but, no sex. I’m staying at his house for the weekend so I bought some clothes with me and put them in a bag. Around 15 minutes later I made it to his house from the side door that leads into the basement which is his bedroom. He said he left it unlocked for me so I can just go right in. I walk in, I don’t see him anywhere so I just set my bag down, I sit on his bed and take my shoes off as I wait for him. A couple minutes later he comes down and he sees me sitting on his bed and he jumps “Jesus– holy shit, you scared me” he sighs and he smiles nervously, I laugh and I stand up and hug him “soorryyy” I say almost sarcastically, he hugs me back and I look up at him and I give him a small peck on his lips “When did you get here?”he asks “ehh, a couple minutes ago. Can we watch a movie?” I ask, he nods and I sit down on his couch that's in his room. He sits down next to me and he grabs the controller “What do you want to watch?” he asks, looking at me “Something scary.” I shrug as I put my head onto his shoulder holding onto his arm. And scrolls through the movies on the TV and he clicks on ‘Scream 3’ “Oh I haven’t seen this one yet” I say “Really? It came out like 2 years ago.” He says a bit surprised “Yeah, I never got the time to watch it.” I responded “You didn’t have time for 2 whole years?” He teases, I laugh and I playfully push him, he laughs and he presses play. I put the blanket that’s on the couch over us, in the middle of the movie I look down and I see a bump under the blanket in his crotch area. I immediately know exactly what it is, he told me a little while ago that he used to jerk off to ‘Friday the 13th’ because he was too lazy to look up porn but I thought he was fucking around, to be honest I think it’s kinda cute. I shuffle a bit closer to him, a couple minutes later I place my hand on his thigh earning a small gasp from him. I look up at him and his face is slowly turning pink, I can see he’s really trying his best to focus on the movie. I slowly move my hand up his thigh and I hear his breathing heavy making me subtly smirk, my hand palms him making him moan and look down “Look at the TV.” I say softly and he nods complying. I slip my hand in his hand and I slowly rub his hard member over his boxers making him moan faintly and grip onto the blanket gently, I then take my hand out of his pajama pants making him whine disappointedly. I pat his thigh “Take it off.” I instruct and he nods, lifting his hips up from the couch to take his pants off, they fall around his ankles and he kicks them off. “Keep looking at the movie..” I say a little above a whisper and I slip my hands under his boxers, and I slowly stroke his now fully erect cock. He lets out an almost desperate moan, I speed up making him involuntarily buck his hips “Stop.” I say sternly, he whimpers and he tries to focus on the movie, his whimpering and moaning makes me just want to hear even more. I hear his moans get more frequent as I jerk him off faster “Please.. I’m so close” he whimpers out, I quickly take my hand out of his boxers “Noo, why’d you stop?” He whines and pouts “Don’t get bratty.” I say taking the controller and pausing the movie, I stand up “We can watch that later, cmon.” I say and I grab his hand making him stand up.

#mychemxreader #my chemical gee #my chemical romance fanfic #my chemical romance gerard #my chemical romance x reader #my chemical romance smut #my chemical romance #gerard way smut #smut #fem reader

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itsohh · 2 years

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Stay For Me

A/N: Female reader, kiwi reader. So this is what I ended up just writing on the way to MCR tonight. Great concert, Gerard wore this suit with a pencil skirt and pantyhose it was pretty great. Goodnight Nurse opened which was insane as they had been split for like 14 years and got together again purely for this concert, both sounded amazing. Anyway rip to my r6 babes uh ✌

Summary: After fighting tooth and nail you find yourself at Alejandro's safe house. Finding that you're not alone, you're reunited with your lover who patches you up.

Word count: 2221

Warnings: None

AO3

Exhaustion consumed you, or perhaps it was the acute blood loss. A tight bandage on your thigh made transport possible but didn't stop it from hurting like a real right bitch. Pain spiked with every vibration of the motorbike, a constant thrum that constantly reminded you of the bullet's location as your adrenaline wore off.

Eyes on the road, your mind finally had the peace to wander. Thoughts of the last few days ran back to you. The missile. The one that had been in Oceana air space. Its target had been unknown, most likely Sydney. Luckily that their anti-missile programmes shot it down before it reaches its destination. The new, you could recall it clear as day. Everyone at the base watched as reporters tried to get a glimpse of the wreckage.

The call. Within two hours they had you packed up and ready to go. A representative as ordered by the ANZCTC. You had always been good at international problems, yet the pressure was on, two counties waiting in breath to find out who attacked. Who wanted to start a war? Only a select amount of people knew the discovery that the missiles were of American design.

While the wind continued past your face your mind continued to wander. The landing, your mistrust of PMC involvement. The familiar eyes of your lover. Professionals, that's what you were, only ever romantically communicating with the flash of an eye. It made you wonder, had you been comprised? If it wasn't you there but someone else in your place, would they have noticed or seen any signs of Grave's betrayal? You certainly didn't. While you didn't trust PMCs, you didn't expect them to gun down families in the streets. Then again, you were always the optimist of the two.

A small crackling tinking sound came from the bike when you eventually stopped at the end of the gravel road, the bike turned off. Lights were on inside, you certainly weren't the first to reach it and you only hoped that everyone else was already there. Without a working radio, you weren't surprised that they left you behind. It was the right call, the hard call. But the right one.

The lights cracked off and you heard the most subtle of moments while you pushed the bike onto its stand. Too tired to care about any other immediate danger, you swung your injured leg off and plopped to the ground with a hiss. Gravel crunched under your weight as you attempted to steady yourself.

Eyes shut, you winced as you started to drag your leg. Its pain had solidified its presence and every move made it ache. The soft sound of your name has your head look up. Your name, actual name. Not the dumb nickname that you could never get rid of, but your actual name. The sound soft from Ghost's lips as he approached you. "You're alive." A statement, one of relief.

"For now. Is everyone else okay? Or is it just you?" Your voice became gruff as he approached you.

"Rudy and Soap both made it. Haven't heard anything from Price or Laswell." His gentle touch came beside you before he wrapped your arm around his shoulder. With the added support he helped you walk towards the entrance of the safe house.

"Thank god you guys are alright. Fucking terrifying being alone and not knowing if anyone else had made it." You hissed each time your foot walked.

"You never replied to coms. I only heard from Johnny." There was guilt buried deep down in the back of his throat.

"I'm not blaming you, Simon. You kept John safe, it was the right call to leave without me. My coms got slabbed." He tilted his head slightly to see the mess of wires attached to your chest.

"How?"

"Leg had me far slower than usual. I had hit my head when I rolled down that hill three of them had found me. Trust me, they got it a lot worse than I did. Fucking cunts." You mumbled the last part under your breath as Ghost pushed open the door with the flat of his hand. There Rudy and Soap were on the edge of their seats, guns ready but stopped when they saw your frame which clung to Ghost.

"Quest!" The pair of them both spoke in unison. A chorus of the nickname you had originally despised, a sound you had never been so happy to hear.

"Another patient for nurse Ghost huh?" Soap's eyes flashed to your leg before he started to prepare a chair for you. The health kit had already been brought out and you couldn't help but wonder who else got hurt.

Ghost helped you onto the chair and the second you felt down the weight of the world seemed to wash away from you. "Good to see you two boys still kicking."

"How did you know we were here?" Soap asked while Ghost went off to wash his hands.

"I didn't. Alejandro told me of this place when I told him of my mistrust of the Shadows."

"You thought something like this would happen?" Rudy cocked a brow while you shook your head a little.

"To this extreme? God no, I just thought it was fishy. American missiles and an American PMC. I would be lying if the possibility of them firing it hadn't crossed my mind. My superiors agreed with me."

"Your superiors?" Soap asked and your eyes glanced at Ghost who had returned, no doubt hearing everything from the room's echo.

"She is an investigator for her military." Ghost informed them. "Finds out what happened when shit hit the fan."

"Normally have to clean up too." You mumbled under your breath.

"Oh, so that's why people call her Quest, short for Questions right? Cause she asks lots of questions."

"Close, had the first part right Johnny. You will get it eventually." Ghost hummed as he neared. He grabbed a chair near you and started to cut away your bandage.

"He's never going to get it, Ghost, don't be mean." Your partner did little but gave you a small wink behind his mask. Ghost's eyes found the decently sized hole in your thigh and where you had cut around all your fabric.

"Did you get it out?" It was obvious you had certainly tried. In the process making more of a mess of the wound.

"No. Hand was too shaky." Ghost found the disinfectant still on the table and his eyes flashed to yours.

"Why don't you tell him about how you got it then, since he's never going to find out any other way." A distraction from the pain, something else to focus on. That was Ghost's goal.

"Back when I was a little recruit, fresh and new in the Military-" The sting of the liquid had your voice choke for a moment and you made sure to keep your eyes focused on John or Rudy.

"I always knew my place, knew not to talk back." The sting changed to a small throbbing pain which spiked while he started to poke around with tweezers to find the bullet. "But one day we are doing a mock assignment, the group of us. Our Sargent then barks 'any questions?'" A hiss came from your lips as Ghost located the bullet and started to get a good grasp on it.

"And me being the dumb recruit I was, put my hand up and he calls on me. So I ask 'why are we doing this way?'" Ghost let out a small chuckle under his breath and you heard the clink of the bullet on the table.

"So my Sargent responds, royally pissed mind you, 'do you think you have a better plan? Are you undermining me?" You suck in a breath as a needle penetrates your skin.

"So I'm shitting bricks here but reply 'No Sargent, I wish to know how you think and decide on such matters so I can learn to do so." Soap leans in at this while Rudy tilted his head slightly.

"Mentally I'm preparing my funeral but my Sargent takes a step back. There's something in his eyes and he huffs. 'If you make it out of this you will report to me in my office, understood?' Then he walked off."

"I'm surprised you're still alive. What happened when you went to his office?" Rudy asked.

"He was really calm and well not shouting at us. Then he went in thoroughly on how they would come to such a plan and conclusion. But after that, I was on his radar and god that man pushed me harder than anyone else."

"For a good reason." Ghost mumbled.

"Mmm, it certainly paid off. That man is certainly the reason why I love regulation so much."

"Don't think I've ever heard someone be a fan of red tape before." Soap's brows rose and he leaned back on his chair.

"Rules are there for a reason. They keep us safe and prevent fuck ups. Someone always has to pay the price of someone's cut corners."

"You must have seen a lot of shit hermana." A puff of air left your mouth as Ghost lift your leg slightly to give access to the roll of bandage.

"Too much."

"Suppose this is business as usual for you then?" Soaps eyes fell on Ghost for a second as he started to clean up.

"To a degree. Graves won't get away from this. Not to be that guy but if something happens to me a lot of alarms are going to be raised."

"Couldn't he just lie? Say you got killed by Hassan's guys?" Soap asked and you shook her your head.

"Either way it will trigger another investigation in the matter."

"They were fucked the second this became so international." Ghost's hand brushed against yours for a second and the pair of you made eye contact. A small sign of comfort.

"A lot of eyes on them now." You agreed. "Have we heard anything from Alejandro?" With your wound now fixed, Ghost was in a better position to answer your questions.

"He's caught up in an old prison. Alongside the rest of our men." Ruby informed you. You stood up from the chair and started to walk around the room, getting used to the feeling. Now that you were patched up, it was far easier and less painful to do so.

"So got a plan to bust 'em out?" Before Soap or Rudy could reply, Ghost cut them off.

"We do. You're too injured to." There was a fire in his eyes that demand you not to argue.

"I've fought on worse. You need all the people you can get." Rudy and Soap glanced at each other and Ghost let out a sigh.

"Outside. If you can even walk that far."

"I'm fine now." He followed you out the door and into the cool night air.

"Simon, I'm fine to fight." Yet he didn't say a word. You followed him around the corner and he turned to face you.

"I know."

"I can help get them back. I care about them too."

"You coming would be more of a detriment than anything else."

"Excuse me?" You took a step towards him, offence written on your face.

"You're compromising me." His words had you pause and your lips parted. Simon pulled off the mask from his face and you were met with his sweaty and grease-paint-covered face. "I won't be able to focus properly knowing that you're with us injured. I know you're strong, I know you can do it. This is why I'm asking you, not as a lieutenant but as your partner. Stay here. Don't push yourself. Heal."

"Oh, Simon." Your face softened at his expression and your hand graced his face.

"It killed me inside losing you. If Johnny hadn't been there… His voice trailed off as he broke eye contact. "I would have torn that city apart." His eyes snapped back to yours, voice low.

"I'm glad you didn't. Keep John and yourself safe." Your thumb stroked his face and a second later his face leaned into yours, lips soft against your own.

"I can't lose you." Simon numbered against your lips, a beg.

"You won't." A promise. "I'll stay here, only if you come back."

"I will." His slightly dry but soft lips once again graced yours. A slow kiss turned passionate as your arms wrapped around his neck. Simon took a step towards you which forced your back. The cool material of the building behind you came into contact with your back. His hand slapped against it for support and he lift your injured leg. He was gentle in the action, supporting it while he fit so perfectly in between your legs.

"Simon." Your voice trailed off as he kissed down against your jaw. "You kiss me like a dying man."

"I am a ghost." His dead voice had you choke out a laugh.

“In all seriousness, don’t kiss me like this is goodbye. It better not be.”

“It’s not goodbye.”

“Good because if you don’t come back, I’m going after you.” He didn’t react and your hands slipped down to the front of his chest.

“I better come back then.”

#call of duty #cod #cod x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley #literally just something that had been circling in my head

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reanbowful · 2 years

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i have a thing for hickey.. so what about reader loves to leave hickeys on them (anyone u like) whenever she can *wink wink

Oh I got you bb. I got you 😉

*I was looking forward to write this lmao

“what’s that on your neck?”

if you like to leave hickeys on them

*nsfw content

(ben, alex, gerard, jake, donald, wolf, dean)

ben park / park humin

Hmm I feel like this guy wouldn’t mind at all. In fact, he would wear it proudly. He doesn’t even wear his uniform properly, so it would just display your work for everyone to see.

Ben is the type of guy that if he likes someone, he will go along with any of their whims. AND enjoy them.

So if you’re a wild one and you wanna make out behind the school auditorium, he’s down.

Ben also has little to no shame, he wouldn’t really care if he got caught. But, he would care if YOU got caught doing this with him.

“Babe, are you sure this is okay?”

You gave no answer, pulling him by the neck to connect your lips into a deep kiss.

Surprised, Ben stumbled through his steps which made you fall back straight onto the wall. He made sure to put one of his arm there for leverage, as you gasp from the sudden contact.

Ben is.. an unexpectedly good kisser.

He’s also into intense intimacy, so he’s quite sensual.

His hands would roam around your thigh and your waist as you press your bodies together.

Pull on his hair if you want him to move his head, he likes the slight rough treatment.

When you begin to leave your marks on him, you can give him gentle grazes through your teeth. He’s not a loudest guy ever, but it will make him gasp. (I imagine him being a breathy, grunting type?)

After you guys are done, Ben would go back to class. Completely unhinged with the way his hair is all messed up and his reddish swollen lip.

The rest of the group would probably stare in disbelief when they see the numerous purple on his neck just displayed out in the open.

alex go / go hyuntak

I feel like with Alex, he’ll be one of the more conscious person on this list. He will subtly try to cover them up if he knows you left them.

So here’s how it usually goes.

You guys are hanging out at your house, it was during the weekends so he stayed over for the night.

From the time that he arrives until you guys have to sleep. Absolutely pg. He won’t even give you any weird looks or drop any hints or anything.

Just purely fun enjoyment. Watching movies, eating pizza, etc etc.

But when you both slip in bed. Well..

You begin by pressing your body close to him, or tangle your legs together so that he will turn his body towards you.

Man, Alex will be those types of guys who will move your hair strand behind your ear before he kisses you.

Unlike Ben, he kisses very delicately.

His hands would stay mostly on your face. If you move your body up to straddle him, he’ll wait until you lean in to touch you again. Otherwise he just kinda awkwardly let them fall? Idk Alex is weirdly bashful about touching you.

So now there’s 2 scenarios.

If it doesn’t lead to sex or if it does.

If it doesn’t, he will most probably remember in the morning to cover it up with a hoodie or something.

If it does lead to sex, I think he will be too tired to even remember.

He would be half-asleep walking out your bedroom one day to see your sister, eating cereal on the kitchen counter.

“Damn, Alex. She really mauled you, huh?”

Instantly awake, he would run to the bathroom to check on himself. Absolutely horrified that YOUR SISTER had just seen the numerous love bites on his neck.

He won’t come out until your sister knock on the door, laughing loudly telling him she was just joking.

gerard jin / jin gayool

I think it depends on where you put the hickeys.

He probably wouldn’t like it if you put them like too high up his neck that he can’t cover them (since he has to work and stuff). So if you like to leave marks, probably do it around his chest and collarbone area.

Gerard is slightly conservative, so don’t expect he will do anything intimate with you outside of private settings.

He’s pretty damn tall so you will probably have to sit on top of him or lay in bed together to even leave hickeys on him.

Gerard kisses slowly and romantically. He wants to enjoy the moment with you at times like this.

You can pull on the hem of his shirt upwards if you want him to take them off.

Honestly, his body is a sight to behold. (hehe I know he has a nice body👌)

When you start licking his neck, he would hint for you to go lower.

“Teddy asked me about the mark yesterday. It was- Ha.. a bit embarrassing to explain.”

You raised your brow at him, smirking as you lean in to connect your lips together. He would, like Alex, brush your hair away if it obscures your vision. Hands going to your ass and your back to try and push you closer to him.

When you begin to suck onto his skin, he will hold you by the back of your neck. Rubbing small circles onto your lower back.

All in all, he really doesn’t mind as long as he doesn’t have to go out/have work. He actually find you marking him quite relaxing.

jake ji / ji hakho

I feel like Jake would be embarrassed but secretly like being marked.

He would try to subtly cover it up, but if someone notice then that’s that.

I imagine Jake to be someone who’s a bit shy(?) in initiating anything remotely intimate. BUT, he’s also curious about it.

So he won’t be as bold as Ben, but he’s still down to explore a more risqué scenarios with you.

This one is a surprisingly bad kisser ngl. Well not like bad bad, he’s just somewhat awkward. So you have to lead him.

“Jake, relax.”

Start with slow kisses, give him feathery touches to ease him into it while riling him up at the same time.

I would say to not straddle him. Rather, just sit like next to him. Like really closely.

Jake finds the “innocent” gesture in such a not so innocent setting a bit of a turn on.

Once you leave your marks on him, take a few buttons off of your uniform and ask him to do the same to you.

Man would blush like crazy, but he’ll be more than happy to leave his marks on you too.

Now, while he does try to cover the marks you give him. He also likes it if you put it like high up. Where everyone can see.

It’s a bit of a dilemma with him honestly. He likes it but doesn’t like it at the same time.

donald na / na baekjin

Idk if you guys would agree, but I don’t think Donald likes hickeys very much. Like out of everyone on this list, I feel like he would be one who would genuinely not like it.

However, if you do leave them on him, he wouldn’t really say anything.

I feel like this scenario could only happen with Donald is you guys are once again, having sex.

Because I just can’t see him letting you suck on his neck while he’s at the office. And if you guys are at home, then with Donald, it would more often than not, lead to sex.

With Donald, he would still be on top of you when it happens. You could kiss him and pull him in, before going to his neck.

He’s good at kissing. Idk how to explain it, but he has good techniques lol.

He would let you do it. But he won’t be showing it around honestly.

Not that he’s embarrassed or anything, he just doesn’t want people to know that he has a partner. Since being the leader of the Union and all, you could get targeted.

Now while Donald doesn’t like to receive hickeys, he sure does love giving them.

He would leave them everywhere, on your shoulder, your neck, your back, everywhere.

He loves seeing his work on you the minute he wakes up in the morning. And if you guys keep a mirror around, seeing the matching smaller teeth marks you put on his chest, he might find himself being more okay to getting hickeys in the future.

wolf keum / keum seongje

I think I mentioned this before in the love language prompt.

Wolf has a thing for napes. He thinks they’re quite sexy. Especially if you’ve just had sex together and you move your hair away to reveal your bare back. He’ll be ready to go all over again.

So, really. He sees it as a total win if you’re into giving hickeys.

Like Dean, Wolf would also wear it in the open. He just doesn’t bother to cover them up. Not that anyone would dare say anything about it honestly.

It started when your friend told you about the supposed “bug” bites on your nape and shoulder area.

“Y/N, are you okay? It looks like something bit you here.”

Oh something did alright.

So during one of your “sessions” with Wolf in his room, you brought it up.

“Wolf. Let me leave marks on you as well.”

He would stare at you. Shrug. Then walk over to you giving you a deep kiss.

Wolf, I feel like would be a bit of a rough kisser? Not so rough that he’ll hurt you or anything. He just has a really strong desire for you and acts mostly on instinct.

He’ll pick you up and sat you on his lap. Pulling away his shirt so you can have a better access.

Since you’ve never really leave marks on him so far, Wolf noticed that you are a little bit awkward. Not knowing where to suck on.

“Just do it how I usually do, noona. I’d get turned on by anything you do.”

After that moment, you became addicted to leaving marks on him.

Whenever you do, he would just sit there silently stroking your hair. And if you move to a particularly sensitive spot, he will grip your hair just a tad bit tighter, gritting his teeth.

dean kwon / kwon hyukjin

Isn’t it so perfect that he has a tattoo on the side of his neck? (I was literally thinking abt writing this prompt after seeing his tattoo)

Kiss. That damn. Tattoo.

Dean doesn’t really care if you leave your marks on him. He wouldn’t bother to cover it up but it’s not like he’s particularly really into hickeys either. He just.. doesn’t care.

Like you could literally be licking and sucking on his neck, and this man would be completely unhinged. Reading his book, playing a game, and such.

But that all changes if you guys are having sex together. Dean will be much much more responsive and he can be quite loud too(?)

This man is another rough kisser. Arguably even more so than Wolf. Because I feel like with Wolf, he’s more passionate than he is rough? With Dean, he’s just rough rough.

Mister gives off huge dom energy.

I think he would like the feeling of being bitten more honestly. Do it as he’s about to come on his shoulder, right below his flower tattoo.

Since his shirt necklines are quite low, it would be very visible. Your teeth marks on him.

He likes the idea of it tho. That you’re possessive enough of him that you would leave your trails on his body.

It’s also a convenient mean to drive annoying pursuers away when he subtly adjusts his shirt to show the marks.

#weak hero manhwa #weak hero webtoon #weak hero x reader #ben park #donald na #wolf keum #wolf keum x reader #alex go #jake ji #gerard jin #dean kwon

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astheswarmitcalls · 5 months

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PART 4: THE BUSINESSWOMAN

This is the final part of my 4-part analysis of MCR5, the Masterpost for which can be found here. Link to previous part found at the bottom of the post. If there's something I missed, or you'd like to add your own spin/elaborate on something I brushed over, by all means I'd love to hear it!!

We fucking made it. This is my magnum opus. The apotheosis of my life’s work. This is what it is, what it’s all about. This is MCR5.

I alluded to the character of the Businesswoman a good 11,000 words ago during my deep dive of The Foundations of Decay. ‘She will always be the whore.’ Yeah, that’s her. I also omitted her when talking about FEMCR because I wanted to do it here. She is the only character to appear more than once on tour, aside from Cheerard. The latter appeared in two US shows, Nashville and LA, but the Businesswoman appears in 8 shows total across three countries. We also know it’s the same character apropos of Marina Toybina’s Instagram post, and her appearance evolves throughout. Strap yourselves in, we’re in for a ride.

AUCKLAND: FIX FAX FUCK YOU “But it’s not the end. It never ends. Because WAR never ends. Because war never ends. WAR!!!”

The first appearance of our lovely lady. As opposed to Cheerard and our Nurse, she’s a lot less cheery, which is what leads me to believe her story isn’t particularly sparkly or sweet. She screams a lot. The blazer and mid-thigh skirt are this nice grey, and due to the specific cut of the blazer, I believe this specific ensemble is utilised for this performance only. I believe the black tie stays consistent throughout the rest of her appearances. She has black heeled boots and black stockings.

I’ve seen a lot of people speculate that the ‘Vampire Mansion’ is where MCR5 is going to take place, and all these character Gerard is portraying on tour are residents of the mansion. With how little we know about MCR5, it’s possible, but I don’t believe this narrative to be as likely. It’d be so much fun, don’t get me wrong, but the fabric of each concept album has intrinsic ties to the psychology of the band at that point in time. Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge is a love letter to horror flicks, but also deals heavily with grief and loss since Gerard and Mikey had just lost their grandmother. The Black Parade is about death and moving on but has those personal undertones in the lyrics about addiction and mental illness that are pulled directly from the band’s experiences. Mikey Way talked about how the band’s stay in the Paramour Estate had exacerbated the issues he was facing, and that Gerard was looking into having him committed.

Two weeks after Mikey left, Ray and Gerard wrote Famous Last Words which of course fits into the storyline of The Black Parade, but also is a direct response to Mikey’s departure and the emotions Gerard was feeling at the time. This pattern of the albums pulling from the band’s experiences at that moment in time is a reason why I don’t think the Vampire Mansion MCR5 Theory is so credible.

Back to the Businesswoman. We know Gerard’s stance on war from the numerous on-stage rambles they have across the tour. The backdrop of the tour is quite literally a warzone, and there’s references to war and 9/11 in the lyrics of The Foundations of Decay. They spoke out about the war in Ukraine (the band was supposed to play a show there, but it was cancelled), and war is this tragic, persistent thing that never seems to end. 2022 and 2023 have been rife with it.

This character is surrounded by war, by terrorism and bloodshed. She’s bitter and angry, and she has every right to be. ‘Fix fax fuck you’ has this sharp tone to it that introduces this character incredibly well. We already have a gauge of this person, and her setting. The next outfits build upon that.

BRISBANE NIGHT 1: EVERYTHING UNDER CONTROL “I will not wear a hat in this outfit! And so we move on, we move on, we move on to war! You know what’s in store? More fucking war!”

(Sidenote: The drawings on the speakers from Mikey’s kids are so endearing.)

The Businesswoman outfit appears a little more conservative here, but it’s our same favourite gal. She’s got sheer black stockings and heels with straps. Her skirt’s just below the knee tonight. She loses the jacket fairly early on in this show, as well as her tie; most photos are of the 1st photo where the outfit is stripped down significantly. I’ve found it incredibly difficult to find decent quality pictures of this show with the full outfit, I think Gerard just Does Not Enjoy Australian weather.

I’ve heard some claims that ‘Everything Under Control’ was what came over the speakers at the World Trade Centre during 9/11, but I can’t find a source for this. At this point, there may be a little bit of plausibility with the Businesswoman Theory. Similar outfits two nights in a row? That’s new but maybe they’ve got a limited wardrobe. They are halfway across the world anyways. ‘Everything Under Control’ seems a little vague, you could tie to just about anything, if it isn’t a reference to 9/11.

Would also to mention here, Gerard Way arrived in New Zealand with a Gucci shopping bag. I’ve done my research and can’t pinpoint exactly what part of the Businesswoman outfit he may have shopped for, but my guess is the sunglasses, shoes or coat. She’s a luxury girl. She doesn’t deserve any less. (EDIT: I found it, but I’m going to leave this here as I add more.)

BRISBANE NIGHT 2: HERE COMES THE AIRPLANE “I have two kinds of perfume on this tour; one smells very calming, like the last day of summer, the other smells like a hospital. It gives me anxiety. Do you know which one I’m wearin’ tonight?”

If you had any inhibitions about the 9/11 ties to the Businesswoman, this should do it. ‘Here comes the airplane’ implies she’s some sort of accountant or secretary working at the World Trade Centre when the attacks occur. A 9/11 narrative for MCR5 would be macabre no doubt, but no more than the content of the preexisting albums. Skylines and Turnstiles was written in direct response to the attacks, and the band itself was formed in the wake of the events. I don’t think it’s coincidence either that they played that song at this show.

MCR5 as the 9/11 album would be this beautiful dichotomy of old and new; building on the birth of the band itself but speaking to the rebirth and healing that is so integral to the psychology of their return. The Foundations of Decay is all about moving on from your past, and that’s exactly what this band is doing.

The blazer is darker than the one at the previous two, and the skirt is shorter again. They added a grey trench coat and these elbow-length black leather gloves that are remarkably cunty. I can’t tell if these are the same sunglasses to the Auckland show, or if they just have a few pairs and recycle them through the tour. Ms. Businesswoman has a briefcase, likely the same one as the night before, and I can’t find a good picture of it so please just take my word for it. She’s wearing the same shoes as the previous night.

I actually solved the Gerard Gucci Mystery 8 hours ago (I’ve been working on this for about 10 now). The skirt he wears at this show is shorter than the rest and tweed. I found a Gucci skirt that’s $1975AUD and looks incredibly similar if not exact. If it isn’t this skirt, then it might be the perfume. If it’s not the perfume I’m totally lost.

Fun Fact: This was the show my barber was at. Amy you are so fucking cool.

MELBOURNE NIGHT 1: TERROR “See you in church! I’ll see you in hell! Punish! Punish!... Gorgeous! Gorgeous fucking violence!”

The order of the Australian shows stumped me for a few minutes. Auckland to Brisbane is all fine and dandy, but then they jump down to Melbourne and back up to Sydney instead of travelling down the east coast. Maybe Sydney just has a nicer international airport.

At first glace I thought this was the same blazer/skirt combo as the Auckland show, but the pockets are different. It’s also not dark enough to be the suit from Brisbane2. This is incredibly pedantic, but the Brisbane1 skirt goes past the knees, and this cut sits just above; being able to differentiate the skirt lengths is vital because otherwise it’s fairly difficult to tell what show each photo is from. The shoes are the same pair from the Brisbane shows, and the gloves make yet another appearance. The trench coat also makes a return, and tonight she’s wielding a black umbrella with a dog head on the handle. I’m not looking into it too much. She’s a dog person.

The ‘Terror’ written on the drumhead could refer to the feelings of many at the time of the September 11th attacks. Our Businesswoman character is amid the action, she’s terrified. Also terror as a root word for terrorism, which coincides with war. My immediate thought was ‘Tower of Terror,’ which is a Disney park attraction, but also,,, tower,,,, twin towers.

MELBOURNE NIGHT 2: BARK BARK BARK

This is the first time in 4 shows Gerard has worn a normal outfit, and the last night of him wearing this. As for the drumhead message, we have a few references to dogs, like Gerard howling before House of Wolves at Firefly Festival, but it’s not something to read into. That’s sort of hilarious thing for me to say, considering I wrote about 400 words on the colour green, but I digress.

SYDNEY NIGHT 1: UNKILLABLE

She’s back! She’s bloody! She’s never looked better!

Based on the style and skirt length, I’m confident this is the same outfit as the Melbourne outfit, now with the boots from the Auckland show and no stockings. Most photos of this show will have her with her jacket still on. Our favourite professional woman in back, now with a pretty nasty head wound. Her preceding appearances as Very Much Alive and the incriminating drumhead messages imply that she has perished in the 9/11 attacks. ‘Unkillable’ could reference how this character is a survivor, her inability to die and her curse to continue to walk the earth even after her death. I did make mention of zombies earlier, and how they could be a metaphor for MCR5’s themes of rebirth. As we’ll see, Ms. Businesswoman refuses to be laid to rest. More likely, it’s a reference to Frank Iero’s accident in Sydney that nearly took his life. Copy and paste everything I just said about My Chem weaving their own experiences into the narrative of the concept albums.

SYDNEY NIGHT 2: UNKILLABLES

Our girl is still dead!

This looks to be the same as the Brisbane1 outfit, now with the Auckland boots. She’s bloodied up, and now she’s got these gnarly whiteout contacts that make her look Extra Dead. Like the Brisbane1 show, she loses the jacket at some point, and I think the blood gets sweated off in some of the photos.

Not much to add about the drumhead, could be in reference to the full band; they’ve overcome quite a lot and continue to make art alongside their rocky pasts.

TOKYO: GEMINI

Our girl is extra bloody tonight!

This looks to be the same as the Melbourne outfit with the same heels. Gerard took them off at some point in the show and was walking around barefoot. I learnt this trying to find pictures of this show; just too many with his dogs out. They have both the briefcase and the black umbrella. We have an exponential increase in blood, and a return of the whiteout contacts.

As for ‘Gemini’ it appears fairly left-field because astrology historically hasn’t been a motif within MCR. None of the members are Geminis (I checked, unfortunately), but do you know what the symbol for Gemini is? That’s right. The twins.

My line of thinking is so skewed, genuinely. Maybe Ms. Businesswoman is an astrology girlie.

OSAKA: ENDLESS NIGHT

Exact same outfit as Tokyo, but the blazer comes off, and there’s a little less blood. I’m going to make a flowchart because I’m having the hardest time trying to place all of these photos.

‘Endless Night’ is a lyric from Vampires Will Never Hurt You, which Gerard has cited as their favourite vocal performance they've ever done.

Before I start the spiel, here’s the flowchart:

I see a few potential storylines for MCR5 that centre around the Businesswoman.

The Businesswoman was working in the World Trade Centre when it collapsed, but she was able to make it out. The album would follow her complete mental dissolution in the wake of the events, where she imagined she had died in the attacks. We would explore her reckoning with healing and her eventual rebirth. She is subject to sensationalism from her peers as a woman surrounded by tragedy, which only exacerbates the issues she is having. Only when she has completely broken and dealt with her trauma, she is able to move forwards. Alongside healing, the album would feature anti-war sentiment throughout. We would continue the swarm/rot/vermin/decay imagery as a metaphor for her decline and eventual resolve. This narrative would be more grounded like The Black Parade, but still have fun in its lyricism and concepts.

Alternatively, the Businesswoman perishes in the attacks, but is stuck in a time loop that would have her relive her death over and over again. This could explain why she seems to ‘die’ on tour but continues to come back night after night. We’re painted a vivid picture of our iconic lady in the World Trade Centre succumbing to the rubble as she submits to her fate. In those hazy moments between each restart, she’s greeted with these visions that revisited her past and put her in the place of other women. She’d see herself as Joan of Arc, burning at the stake. She would revisit her glory days as a cheerleader, only to see her perfect image slip through the cracks and distort into who she is today. She would reckon with her hopelessness. How easy it is for her to lie down and let the flames engulf her, but in seeing these visions, she’s filled with a new hope and a bitter vengeance. She thinks of the endless cruelty of war, all the lives it takes, and that rage fuels her. She gets up, and she makes it down the staircase. She lives. The bizarreness of the time loop would allow for some interesting songs. I’m really hoping for a Joan of Arc song, it would be the coolest. Like with the previous idea, we’d have explorations of healing, rebirth, femininity, and war.

Any number of narratives surrounding the Businesswoman could be true. She could be alive or dead. She could be in purgatory. She could die in the attacks or be fighting for her life in a hospital bed. She could be in one of the towers when it collapses or be watching from the curb. The concept could be grounded in a way we haven’t seen before, or twice as insane as Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge. Here’s the concrete facts of the album:

It centres around some professional woman.

She has ties to 9/11.

She is dead or has a close call with death.

She hates war.

She heals and experiences rebirth.

I’ve already made note of how a 9/11 album would tie fantastically with the fabric of the band’s return, but another question arises. Why a woman? Historically, MCR’s concept albums have centred around male characters, such as the male Demolition Lover and the Patient. It’s plausible Gerard just wanted to switch things up a bit, but I think it goes a little deeper than that.

As I mentioned before, Gerard has a longstanding connection to femininity. This is something that was definitely alluded to in the Revenge Era, but it would’ve been dismissed as Typical Emo Androgyny from a non-queer audience. In 2014 they opened up about how they empathised with trans people and women, and that at points in their life they had experienced confusion surrounding their identity.

"I have always been extremely sensitive to those that have gender identity issues as I feel like I have gone through it as well, if even on a smaller scale. I have always identified a fair amount with the female gender, and began at a certain point in MCR to express this through my look and performance style. So it's no surprise that all of my inspirations and style influences were pushing gender boundaries… Masculinity to me has always made me feel like it wasn't right for me."

"I never really subscribed to the archetype masculinity growing up... There was a time where I was called a girl so often that when I discovered the idea of transgenderism I considered myself to be more of a girl. So I identify with trans people and women a lot because I was a girl to a lot of people growing up."

The former quote was from the Reddit AMA, and was followed up with “It was really freeing to be able to talk about gender identity btw.” Representations of female characters on the return tour spark commentary on multiple fronts, a lot on how we view femininity and how society loves to make spectacle of tragic women. This fits in well with how MCR has critiqued masculinity, but I think it also has more emotional value. Portraying these characters has allowed Gerard to express himself in a way that just would not be accessible in the early 2000’s and even the 2010’s. The fact that they’re clean, sober and have gotten professional help (Mikey too) is undoubtedly a reason as for why the whole bands seems to be at their happiest in this era, but I think being able to experiment and express femininity onstage has added another layer of catharsis for Gerard.

Copy and paste AGAIN everything I’ve said about the concept albums being an outlet for the band’s experiences. MCR5 is going to centre around a female character, and I think more explorations of gender identity are incoming. It’s a concept that’s not been so explicitly explored in MCR’s history, and I think Gerard should be given the space to vocalise and represent those experiences on an album. It’s something I believe is alluded to in one particular unlisted song, but more to be said in the next part.

This album is a personal statement from the band, it’s a work of deliverance, a visitation of their ruins and a promise to rebirth. We do not move forward in spite of our pasts; we move forward alongside them.

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#mcr #my chemical romance #mcr5 #mcr5 is real #mcr5 theory #OH GOD I THINK I’M FINALLY DONE

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elektramustdie · 9 months

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jealousy

“fucking say it.”

he growls, his cock thrusting into you at a harsher pace, your wrists pinned above your head. when you came back from the club that night, after babysitting your drunken friends— one of which you had to nearly carry out of the club. you never expected to end up in this situation. your body squished between him and the wall of his bedroom, Frank fucking into you like a wild animal. in an attempt to stake his claim of you, one of which was already his. but he felt you needed a little reminder after smelling another man’s cologne on your sweaty skin.

you can only manage a whimper, his cock hitting that spot inside you that makes your head swim. but the male is clearly not satisfied, letting go of your wrists to grab your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. you had never seen this side of him before, but you couldn’t deny how sexy you found it. He already had you cumming on his cock twice, but he’d make you cum as many times as was needed. until you remembered who you belonged to.

“come on darlin’, have i fucked you that silly already? use. your. words.”

Frank lets go of your cheeks, slowing the speed of his hips. his cock dragging in and out of at such a frustrating pace, it makes tears well up in your eyes as your nails grip his bare shoulders. the male merely chuckles at the sight, kissing them away. as you attempt to grind your hips down, desperate for him to take pity on you. but you know it wouldn’t be that easy.

“if you want me to fill up this pretty pussy, you gotta say it baby.”

your body is trembling in his grasp, keeping himself buried inside you, but stilling his hips as he awaits your answer. frank’s dark eyes watching you intensely, making your walls clench harder around his cock.

“i’m y-yours.”

Frank rewards you with a snap of his hips, lips nearly crushing yours. but you don’t mind, moaning loudly into his open mouth as you tangle your fingers in his curls.

“tell me again, fuck tell me again sweetheart.”

you know he’s getting close, from the way his breath hitches in his throat and his cock twitches inside you. your fingers falling between your bodies to rub at your swollen clit, eager to make him finally fall apart with you.

“i’m yours frank, baby please.”

that’s all it takes for him to finally lose it, spilling his warmth inside you. curses and moans tumbling from his plump lips as he fills you up to the brim. his cheeks are flushed, eyes glossy but he doesn’t stop fucking you.

a cry of his name leaving your lips as your third orgasm crashes over you. leaving you a complete mess in his embrace. both of you are panting, feeling your combined mess beginning to drip down your thighs.

a giggle suddenly escapes you, now coming to the realization of just who he was jealous over. a confused look crossing his features as he sets you on your feet, leaning his hand against the wall next to your head.

“i’ll have to tell Gerard to wear cologne more often… especially if it means you’ll fuck me like that.”

#smut fic #emo #frank iero #frank iero x reader #mcr #my chemical romance

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Body issues

Gerard Way x Reader

⚠️Warnings⚠️ Insecure thoughts

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I look in the mirror "Why are you such a fat ass?" I ask my body out loud. I only let these thoughts out when my boyfriend, Gerard was gone. I squeeze the stomach fat "Why does he even stay around?" I look at my thighs seeing the stretch marks. "Why?" I ask. I continue to pick on my body, inch by inch. I have no gap, stretch marks to the extreme, no curves, not as thin as some girls, just not attractive.

I hear footsteps and some arms wrap around me "Hey [Y/N]." Its Gerard. Did he hear everything I said? I Hope not. "Hi." I say trying to sound as normal as possible. He kisses the top of my head and grabs my hand "Come on. I wanna cuddle." He says sweet and innocently. I smile and follow him. We sit on the couch and he holds me. "Am I too heavy for you?" I ask. He looks suprised "No [Y/N]! Why would you think that? Your perfect weight for me." He says tightening his hold. A tear falls but I nod. "Oh honey." He wipes my tear and kisses where the tear was "You're perfect and amazing and drop dead gorgeous. Never think otherwise you are perfect whether you believe it or not, you are perfect to me." He kisses my cheek and forehead intertwining our fingers. "Yeah right." I think to myself. I love Gerard but sometimes I think he exaggerates. I lay my head against his shoulder "Thanks." He leans his head against mine "Love you."

"Love you too."

We eventually fall asleep in this state.

~Next day~

I get up. I look for Gerard and he's not to be seen. I get up and start looking for him. I really hope he didn't just leave without telling me. I eventually find that he's in his studio. I watch as he works. He has his guitar on his lap whilst singing. The room is sound proof so I can't hear what he's singing unfortunately. I continue to admire his mute playing in silence. After a few minutes he notices me. He excitedly motions for me to come in. He stands up and grabs another chair "Morning sweetheart!" He has me sit in the chair and kisses me before sitting down himself. "Morning."

"So I have something for you." He turns light red, almost unnoticeable. "Ok?"

"I wrote a song for you."

He adjusts his guitar on his lap and begins singing softly "These are the eyes and the lies of the taken..."

"For every one of us, there's an army of them But you'll never fight alone 'Cause I wanted you to know..."

"That the world is ugly But you're beautiful to me Well are you thinking of me now...."

"Stop your crying, helpless feeling Dry your eyes and start believing There's one thing they'll never take from you.."

(Its The World Is Ugly. These are just some random lyrics I pasted).

By the time he finishes I have tears in my eyes. Is this really what he thought? "So... what ya think?" He asks. I hug Gerard in response "Its beautiful...I love it."

"Ahah, not as beautiful as you!"

I roll my eyes but he continues "I Wrote it for you at like... midnight. I heard you talking about yourself yesterday in the mirror." He grabs my hand and holds it "Don't believe any of that shit. You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and your the perfect weight for me. What's so bad about stretch marks? I don't get it, it's literally just lines. The gap? Who's gonna look at your ass to notice? I don't care! I've never even noticed! Curves? Overrated. You stun me with your utter beauty everyday. No joke like I can't get over the fact that I got a someone like you! So Please... don't downgrade yourself anymore. For me? That hurt me more than you can imagine. I love you [Y/N]. I love you on the inside, I love you on the outside, I love every inch of you I just need you to believe it." He kisses my hand.

More tears start to break free as I nod. Gerard wipes my tears and caresses my cheek as more tears fall. "I promise." I say, my voice cracking. "Good." Gerard says and puts a strand of my hair behind my ear. "I love you." I say. He hugs me, putting my head against his chest as he strokes my hair "I love you too."

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Dad's Best Friend NSFW

Pairing: Frank Iero x Fem Reader

TW: smut 18+, age gap

Summary: You and Frank have a magnetizing pull to each other. Who will crack first under pressure? Like the title says, you're fucking your dad's best friend. Will you get caught?

A/N: part two is posted pls check it out 🥹

My dads friend was special. I’d frequently stand propped up against the door frame exchanging stares between him and I. I’d wear a shorter skirt or dress that day just when he was around. I was a tease, I’ll admit. When I turned 18, now 19, I’d really never had sexual desire for men or boys my age. I had never thought about a man as much as I did Frank. I'd frequently write in my journal about him and write his name over and over again until my wrist would give out.

Luckily Frank was over all of the time which means I got to see him and watch him glare at me and my body. It was like a game to see who would crack first. One day my father, known as Gerard Way, came up to me and told me to get ready for dinner. “Are we going out?” I asked. “Yeah, get dressed please. We’re leaving in 20,” my father said, kissing me on the head.

I stayed calmed on the outside but on the inside I squealed. I ran to my closet and picked out something simple but hot. Usually after we eat we go out to do something like an arcade. I remember one time we went and Frank won me a cute Hello Kitty plush.

I wore a System of a Down t-shirt, black jean skirt, converse, and silver chain necklace. For makeup all I did was tight line my eyes, added blush, highlight, mascara, and a lip gloss. Didn’t wanna go too heavy. I looked at myself one more time before I left my room and felt contempt with how I looked.

I walked out of my room and my dad saw my shirt, “Did you steal that out of my closet?” I frequently took things out of there because he had shirts of bands I really liked. He introduced me to them, “Possibly,” I said with a smile.

We went to the car and headed to the food place to meet everyone there. I got out of the car and fixed up my appearance a bit, I saw that Ray and Mikey brought their kids who I was kinda friends with but they were a lot younger than me. Frank didn’t have kids, which sucked because I could’ve used them to my advantage to get closer to him but I’ll play the hard game.

“What’s up? Good to see you again Y/N,” Frank said to me. I haven’t seen him in a few weeks because he’s been touring a bit doing solo projects. His breath smelled of mint gum.

He hugged me for a little longer and squeezed tightly. Whenever he did those things it never came off strange or weird to the people around us. We were all very affectionate towards each other considering how close everyone was.

We walked into the restaurant and my dad and I sat at complete opposite ends of the table. Frank sat near the edge of the booth and I sat next to him with Ray next to me. Everyone talked amongst themselves and I sat quietly, I wasn’t much of a talker especially around a large group of people. Anxious people problems.

I think Frank noticed and whispered in my ear, “You alright?” He had a look of slight concern on his face. “Yeah,” I whispered back, nodding. "I've got ya," he said reassuringly. We both turned our attention back to the table when I felt something poke my thigh.

It was Frank's pinky finger gently rubbing my thigh and the edge of my skirt. Chills ran down my back and all over my arms. He slowly but surely worked his entire hand on my thigh, I could feel his cold rings rubbing against me which made my legs get chills.

He left his hand there and rubbed his thumb, it was driving me crazy. I was so desperate for him, in need of his touch. Oh how I’ve been waiting for this for so long and it is finally here.

We ate our food and I stole a few bites from both Ray and Frank's plate. After I finished I felt a bit tired and rested my head on Frank’s shoulder. I started to fall asleep and took a good 30 minute nap. God these people talk a lot. I woke up and yawned, “Someone’s tired,” Frank said teasingly. “Nah, just bored and ready to party,” I said jokingly. Which he chuckled at.

After that we drove to the arcade, this is my chance to get him alone. This place is dark and huge so I have plenty of places to hide both of us in.

We all kinda went our own way after getting cards to swipe on the machine. I told my dad I was gonna go to certain machines but I wanted to scope things out, but not too suspiciously. If I can’t find anything then to the bathroom it is!

I see Frank playing a game and I go to the one next to it, skeeball. I started playing and bent down to pick up the ball and made sure he could see under my skirt. I made sure to wear skimpy underwear for him. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist.

I finished playing and before I could leave I felt a body stand behind but next to me. I turn to see Frank and my cheeks turn red, “You think you can tease me like that?” he whispers in my ear. “N-no sir, I’m just playing the game,” I was so flustered. “Game my ass, come with me,” he said, pulling my hand.

He took me to the family bathroom and locked the door immediately. He pushed me against the wall and our lips met, I was hungry. Our tongues fought for dominance and I moaned into the kiss. “I’ve waited for you to make the first move, Y/N,” He said, pulling my skirt down.

He turned me around and pulled my underwear down sliding himself into me. He told me to keep my moans quiet so he covered my mouth. Frank took my virginity. I can't believe it. Something about it was so hot and risky.

“You’re mine, you’re fucking mine Y/N,” he said while pounding me until my legs were shaking profusely. I came all over him and he pulled out. We cleaned ourselves up and went to the pizza bar as a cover.

We got our pizza then went to sit down at a table, a part of me was scared to be alone with him but this is what I’ve wanted for so long. We sat at a table and I was way too nervous to talk, “Don’t be so shy baby,“ he winked. “Sorry, I can’t help it,” I smiled slightly. “I had fun,” I said.

He smiled, “Me too! We’ll do it more,” he said, winking at me. It kinda shocked me, does he want this as much as I do? I could only hope so. After that we went back to the arcade and finished playing games. Thankfully no one suspected us or where we went.

We walked to the car and my dad stopped to ask me something, I felt my stomach drop to my ass and I expected him to ask where we went. But instead he asked me if it was alright if Frank stayed a few nights with us in-between his tour. “Yeah I don’t see why not,” I said shrugging. Fuck yeah. But also huh???

Frank got in the car with us and I had to sit in the back now, mostly on my phone while they both talked. We got home and I went to my room immediately, I was ready to get out of these clothes! I changed into some fluffy skull pajamas pants and a black tank top. I was blessed with a bigger chest and I knew Frank wouldn’t resist me when I looked like this. I washed my makeup off and threw my hair up in low pigtails.

I went down stairs into the kitchen to get a drink and ran into Frank making coffee for him and my dad. “You tease,” he said, pushing me against the counter pressing his lips to mine. He twirled my pigtails in between his hands and fingers, then moved them around my face.

He released and tapped me on the butt before grabbing the coffees and about to leave the room. He stood in the door frame and said, “I’ll see you tonight.”

“See you tonight,” I said smiling.

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It was around 12 am and Frank still hasn't come around. I sat there in bed and sighed heavily, I wasn’t tired any bit so I decided to play a bit of guitar by the window. I decided to play Cherry by Harry Styles. It was such a comforting song to play and listen to, I’d hum along.

It wasn’t until I heard my door crack open and saw a familiar face. I motioned my hand to invite him in and he closed the door behind him quietly. He sat next to me, “What’cha playing?” he asked. “Just Harry Styles, I’ve been waiting for you,” I said, smiling at him, blushing. When he looked at me I felt my entire body glow with red and the warmth of a thousand suns.

“Oh really? I’m sorry it took so long, I’m here now sweetheart,” he said pushing my hair behind my ear. I sat my guitar down and he immediately grabbed my face with his tattooed hands. I grabbed his hand and took him to my bed. We laid next to each other just cuddling for a while until we made out once again.

It got heated pretty fast and next thing you knew all of my clothes were off and he was rubbing his warm, rough hands all over my body. He got down to my pussy, rubbing his fingers all around me, teasing me. “Frank please,” I begged. “Please what?” he smirked, inserting a finger. “Please sir, fuck me,” I said moaning quietly. He inserted another finger moving them quickly until I came everywhere on them.

“Open your mouth,” he said, so I did. He put both fingers in my mouth and told me to suck. I could see how hard he was under his pajama pants, he took them and told me to get on the floor on my knees. I opened my mouth for him, he took my hair in his fist and slowly inserted himself in my mouth. He pulled my face down on his cock, making me gag. I bobbed my head on his cock, making his head lean back in pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl,” he said, which made me feel so giddy. I deepthroated his cock making him cum all down my throat. He tasted so sweet. I wish I could have this all of the time.

“Get back in bed,” he said, smacking my ass. As I was about to lay down he pulled my body into a doggy position. I shook my ass inticing him to fuck me, he inserted himself into me once again. Oh how I’ve been missing this feeling, I felt whole with him inside of me. “Fuck Y/N,” he moaned moving faster and faster. He put my arms behind my back pushing my head into the pillows with his other hand.

I was moaning pretty loud, “Shut the fuck up you slut. Shut that pretty mouth,” he growled. I shut my mouth, moaning into the pillows and sheets which muffled them by a lot. I came again, he then flipped us to where I was now riding him. My boobs bounced up and down and he grabbed them gripping hard, “You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” Hearing those words made me go faster and harder on his cock. He was biting his fist, he smacked my boobs and played with my nipples which made me bite my lips.

“I’m about to cum,” he said. I got off and started sucking him off again so he’d cum in my mouth. He came in my mouth and we both collapsed next to each other. He got up and put his clothes back on and so did I. We snuggled up against each other and fell asleep. What a night.

I groaned as the sun flashed in my eyes. I rolled over to see the other side of the bed empty and the sheets pulled back. A small frown appeared on my face knowing I wouldn’t be waking up with him. I reached for my phone on the nightstand but felt a piece of paper on it, it read;

I’m sorry I left you all alone this morning but I had to go. I got a call unexpectedly and I have silly tour stuff to do. I miss you already. Make sure not to tell anyone about our special night and our special relationship. ;) I left you a few cigarettes too, text me when you wake up. Frank xo

I folded the paper up and slid it into my journal.

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