I’m a huge My Chem fan. I also write a gross amount of frerard fanfiction. (My username is Elssummary on ao3 and everything else)
I’m open to writing requests.. but I usually keep my stuff frerard centered
I’m an avid reader. My favorite authors are Albert Camus, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Sheridan Le Fanu, Mary Shelly, Ottessa Moshfegh, and Agustina Bazterrica.
Some of my favorite music artists are MCR, A Heartwell Ending, FOB, Hole, Descendants, and Signal The Escape.
Hiii I'm here as a lover of your phalloplasty fic! Would you be open to writing something about c4t frerard where Gerard is a cis bottom and Frank fucks him with a strap or a vibrator? Big fan of your writing BTW :))))))))
Tysm!! And, Yes, I love this idea. Honestly, it’s right up my alley for the type of stuff I write, which I’m grateful for. I’ll write this as soon as I get free time.. It will totally be something like ftm Frank strapping cis Gerard.
Summary: Frank finally builds up the courage to ask Gerard if he would be into him fucking him with a strap on.
Word count: 1,528
Tags: FTM Frank Iero. Oral sex. Top Frank Iero. Bottom Gerard Way. Anal Sex. Desperate Gerard Way.
A/N: This is pretty shitty but it’s tumblr so wtv. It’s less smut and more dialogue tbh.
It was a Thursday night. Gerard was in his studio room working on something. Frank was pacing the kitchen, the only light a lemon-scented candle burning on the counter. He'd stretched the dishes out twenty minutes longer than they needed, working up the nerve to say something he'd been rehearsing all week.
"Hey Gee, can you come here for a second? Wanna talk to you about something." He said it mostly to the sink, both hands braced on the counter.
Footsteps came down the hall, quick but not urgent— Gerard just being good, showing up when called. He appeared in the doorway looking soft and undone, mascara smudged gray under his eyes, hair tangled from however long he'd had his hands in it.
"Is everything okay?" He was already reading Frank's face for the answer.
"Everything's fine." Frank's voice dropped its usual edge. "I just want to talk to you about something."
"Okay." A pause. "What's up?" Concerned, a little confused, but not scared— he trusted Frank too much for that.
Frank made himself look up. "Would you be into me fucking you? With a strap-on." The words came out heavier than he'd planned. This would flip something that had only ever run one direction between them.
"Yes." No hesitation. "Please. But you don't have to, if you don't want to. I mean— I like what we do. I'm not missing anything. It's whatever you want, really." He was talking too fast, the way he always did when he cared more than he wanted to show.
"I want to." Frank said it plainly. "I'll order what we need."
The candle had turned from sweet to something sour and nauseating, and city noise drifted through the window over the sink— a car alarm a few blocks off, somebody's laugh cut short. Gerard stood in the kitchen light.
Frank crossed the room to him. He kissed his neck first, then dragged a hand slow through his tangled hair.
"You'd like that, huh." Low, right against his skin. "Me finally putting you in your place."
Gerard's breath caught as Frank's mouth moved up to his lips. Frank's hand stayed fisted in his hair, holding him there while their mouths worked together, slow at first but the pace quickened. His other hand slid down and found Gerard already hard through his sweatpants. Frank felt his own want catch up to him fast.
"You wanna suck my dick?" He pulled back just far enough to ask.
Gerard nodded, a small pleading tilt of his head.
"Speak."
"Yes." Barely above a whisper. Then, quieter: "Please."
"Then get to work."
Gerard kissed a line down his throat and dropped to his knees on the cold tile, not caring, not with Frank's hand still in his hair. He tugged at the waistband of Frank's pajama pants and waited for the small nod that meant go ahead, then pulled them down with his briefs, uncovering the tattoos that ran the length of him— familiar under Gerard's hands, but never quite ordinary.
He worked his palms up Frank's waist to steady him, mouth trailing along his hip bones, dropping lower, angling himself underneath. He could smell how wet Frank already was. Neither of them bothered shaving anymore, and it didn't matter. He licked him open, slow, and felt Frank's grip tighten in his hair.
Frank tasted like copper. Gerard dragged his tongue over his clit and felt his fingers pull tighter still. He looked up— their eyes caught— he held Frank's gaze as he picked up the pace. Frank moaned, staring right back at him, hips bucking hard into his face. Gerard moaned against him at the feel of it.
Frank came against his mouth, fingers combing through Gerard's hair as he came down. He pulled Gerard up by it after, looking at him like he'd done something worth remembering.
"Good," was all Frank managed, low and rough.
Gerard tugged Frank's pants back up and got to his feet. Frank pulled him in right away and kissed him hard, chasing the taste of himself on Gerard's tongue.
Frank remembered to snuff the candle before Gerard pulled him to bed.
The next morning Frank woke up naked in an empty bed, the sheets gone cold on Gerard's side. The bedroom door stood open; down the hall, the studio light was already on, spilling a thin yellow line across the floorboards.
He grabbed his phone off the nightstand and ordered the strap-on before he could talk himself out of it.
It took three days to arrive, coming on a Tuesday afternoon while Gerard was out. That gave Frank time to wash the dildo, figure out the harness straps, and quietly panic in private.
He laid everything out on the nightstand— dildo, harness, lube— and then had nothing left to do but wait, which had never been his strong suit. He turned it over in his head: get dressed up, or just stay in sweatpants and a tank top? Wear the binder or skip it? He skipped it. Gerard liked his chest. Liked playing with the piercings, running a finger over them absentmindedly.
Frank camped out on the couch. It was mid-afternoon when he heard keys in the door, and he didn't give Gerard time to set his bag down before he was on him.
Gerard pulled back, startled, laughing a little. "Whoa — hey. What's this about?"
"You might wanna go get ready." The words tumbled out fast. "I mean, you don't have to. If you want to. The strap came in today."
Gerard's face went from surprised to something warmer. "Okay." He kissed the top of Frank's head. "I'll go get ready."
While Gerard douched and cleaned up, Frank sat on the edge of the bed, knee bouncing, running through every way this could go wrong. He'd used a strap once, in high school, with a girl whose name he could barely remember now. That was the whole of his experience.
Gerard came back in the same clothes he'd left in, and they undressed each other piece by piece, unhurried, until they were down to briefs on top of the covers. Frank hooked a finger under the waistband of Gerard's briefs and found him already hard.
"You sure about this?" Quieter than he meant it to come out.
"Yeah." No hesitation this time either.
Frank pulled his briefs off, and Gerard's erection sprang free, flushed and throbbing. Frank reached over him for the lube on the nightstand, pressing his hips down against Gerard's on the way. Gerard made a sound that started as a moan and slid into a whine.
Frank settled between his legs to prep him. He could feel Gerard's eyes on his bare chest— he rarely took his shirt off without the binder during sex, but tonight, fully in charge, it didn't bother him. His piercings caught the lamp light. His tattoos looked darker against Gerard's pale skin.
"You gonna be good for me?" Frank looked down at him.
Gerard nodded, then caught himself. "Yes."
Frank's tone always got to him— something about being told what to do that quieted the rest of his head.
Frank poured lube over his fingers and started slow circles at Gerard's rim, watching his face the whole time. One finger, then a pause to check in, then further, building up to three, murmuring praise the whole way— good, you're doing so good— low enough that it barely qualified as talking.
He kissed along Gerard's jaw. "Gonna get the strap on. Hang on."
He climbed off just long enough to shed his own briefs, step into the harness, cinch it tight, and settle back between Gerard's legs. Their eyes met as he gripped both of Gerard's thighs and pulled him down the bed.
"Okay?"
"Okay."
He pushed in slow, watching Gerard's face for anything that wasn't pleasure, matching his pace to the small sounds Gerard made. Gerard got mouthy fast, restless under how deliberately Frank was taking his time.
"You even know how to fuck someone, Frank?"
That did it. Frank's grip tightened on his thighs and the pace turned rough, no more teasing.
Frank hadn't expected to feel this much— hadn't expected the drag of the harness against himself to build into something he could actually get off on. His hips were snapping harder than he meant to, and he could guess by the sounds Gerard was making that his fingers were leaving marks on his thighs. Gerard was close to crying, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes, but he hadn't said the word, so Frank kept going, certain this was exactly what he wanted.
"Frank— fuck" He let out half a warning.
They came within seconds of each other. Frank felt his own release slick against his thigh; Gerard's spilled across his stomach, catching the lamp light.
Frank pulled out slow, unclipped the harness, and let it drop to the floor beside the bed. He pulled Gerard in against him instead and reached past him to click off the lamp.
Gerard curled into him, breathing hard. "That felt good," he said quietly. "Felt like— I don't know. It just felt good."
will you put anomaly back on ao3? it was one of my favourite fics
It will be back one day. I have a current project I’m working on with a friend that’s taking up most of my time right now and once that’s finished I plan on rewriting Anomaly. And I’m gonna be honest here.. I’ve lost almost all interest in it.
