It's Always Been You - Frank Iero x Gerard Way(?) x Reader CHAPTER THREE pt 1
WHAT DO YOU MEAN THREE CHAPTERS IN THREE NIGHTS?!?!
I hit character limit so it's in two parts???? Word count is overall lmao this is so dumb ; I can't keep my mind off this story. And since MCR is 10 days away, I thought we would end it sweet tonight. (Just kidding, this has always been the plot line HAHAHA also homegirl is traumatized what did we all expect)
Pt 2
Trigger Warnings: GASLIGHTING, MANIPULATION, SMUT, MENTIONS OF ABUSE
Word Count: 4120
You felt the bedroom door slam more than you heard it, not moving from your spot. The bed creaked as you laid back down, covering yourself fully with the blankets. The only way you knew time had passed was because of the light shifting in your room. You had heard your computer ding with messages periodically throughout the day, ignoring all of them despite the sounds getting closer together. At some point, they had stopped all together and you assumed that whoever it was gave up, until there was a pounding at your door. Laying still in your cocoon, you stare at your door willing the mystery person to go away but now they were shouting too. Finally sitting up and swinging your legs over the bed, you grabbed your t-shirt from the floor and put it back on while making your way to the door. Cracking it open only enough for you to really see out, you were surprised to see Gerard standing on the other side. He looked up frantically at the sound of the door opening, and his face dropped a little when he got a small glimpse of you.
“Sweetheart, what the hell happened?! Please let me in.” He said in a somewhat hushed tone, one hand already on the door. Not caring at the moment about your appearance or how he found out where you lived, you backed up slowly to let Gerard in. After the door was closed, he held onto both of your shoulders observing your state. “I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all day, I was worried about you. Then I got all these fucking insane calls from Frank-” At the sound of his name you nearly collapsed into Gerards. “Oh shit, hey come here, let’s go sit down, okay? Where do you want to go?” He kept a grip on your arms to steady you as you walked him back to your room. He quickly did a onceover of the space, noticing a small crack in the door frame from where someone had obviously slammed it, but no other damage besides what was radiating off of you. You carefully sat on your bed with him following close behind. “What did he do.” Gerard’s tone was flat as he faced you. You continued to stare at your lap, feeling the anger in you rise but biting it back, because ‘what did he do’ wasn’t the right question. “He didn’t do anything. It’s all my fault.” Gerard quickly moved to kneel on the ground between your legs, holding your face still to look at you properly. “What. Did. HE. Do.”
You began to breathe heavily as he searched your eyes, the contact almost too much in the moment as panic flooded your body. “Did he hurt you? I’ll fucking kill him Sugar, I swear.” You started to shake as he ran his hands down your arms, taking your hands in his again while you let out small no’s. “He told me he loved me. Then I don’t know what happened. We went to sleep fine, and then I-I woke up to him fucking banging into the dresser and he just started screaming at me. All I did was ask what was going on. He was so angry, Gee-I’ve never seen him like that. And then he said all I do is fucking cry, and that’s why he doesn’t want to be with me.” Your breathing had begun to calm as Gerard rubbed his thumb across the back of your hands. “That fuckin little prick.” he said as he let out a huff and stood back up, pulling you in to give you a tight hug. You felt the warmth of his body seep through his shirt and nuzzled your face further into his stomach. After a few minutes, he leaned down and kissed your forehead. “Have you eaten yet?” He mumbled against your forehead. “No. I haven’t left the bed at all besides to let you in.” You said truthfully. Just like the night prior, it was nice to not have to fake it with Gerard. He seemed to be the only person who saw what truly was going on between you and Frank, and more importantly the only one who had made an effort to check on you. All of your friends had gotten tired of hearing about it and watching you run back, while Frank had pretty much made it so the only time you went out was to a show or band practice on his ‘good’ days. “If you’re fine with me ransacking your kitchen, I’d like to make sure you eat. Is that okay? You can stay in bed, I’ll bring whatever I find to you.” Not removing yourself fully from your position, you tilted your head up to look at him and gave him a nod. He offered you a soft smile as you crawled up the bed, the way you moved showing off your legs and Gerard found he couldn’t ignore it. You both blushed slightly when you caught him staring, and he quickly shifted his gaze to the floor before scratching the back of his neck. “I’ll uh, I’m gonna go see what you got, okay Sugar?” You wrapped your comforter around you and nodded. Gerard turned to walk out and find your kitchen, when he heard your voice quietly from behind him, “Gee, if you’re gonna stay, take your shoes and coat off.” He looked over his shoulder at you on the bed, his heart breaking slightly at the sight of you so broken. “You got it.”
It wasn’t long until Gerard came back to your room, multiple bags of chips and snacks in hand. “Alright, it ain’t a meal by any means, but it’ll have to do.” He stood next to the bed, holding the various items out to you. After moving them to lay in front of you, you pulled the covers down and looked up at Gerard. “You gonna sit with me or just stand there like a butler?” He chuckled as he quickly moved to the other side of the bed and got in, leaning against the headboard and grabbing a bag of chips. “So Sugar, what do we have on the agenda? It’s…4 o’clock. We can do whatever you want. I’m here for you.” You blushed, not used to anyone giving you this kind of attention. It almost was enough to clear the fog from your brain as you tried to not think about Frank. “We… could watch a movie?” You glanced at Gerard, his eyes lighting up at your words. “Yeah, that’d be great, whatcha got?” His eyes followed you as you pulled the covers back and got out of bed, trailing over to your shelf that held your VHS. You leaned over and began listing the titles you had, not realizing that your shirt rode up. As you scanned the tapes, you noticed your underwear next to you on the floor and froze. You weren’t wearing underwear. And you were bent over. And Gerard was behind you. Choosing to save yourself you adjusted your stance, trying to act non-chalant and kept reading off the movies. You turned to look over your shoulder at Gerard, who had gone completely red in the face, much like you. “Um, so, what sounds good Gee?” He cleared his throat and became very interested in a hangnail on his thumb. “You-you said you had Candyman, right?” Looking back to your tapes, you slid it off the shelf, and showed it to him without turning back around. “Yeah, let’s watch that.” He choked out. You didn’t say anything as you put the movie into the player, and turned the big light off, hoping to hide just a little from the embarrassment you felt at unknowingly flashing him. Sliding back into bed, you tucked the covers tight, and heard Gerard let out a slow exhale.
When the first movie ended, Gerard volunteered to put on another, and you let him. You weren’t sure when it happened, but you had somehow made yourself a pillow out of Gerard’s stomach as he played with your hair, both teasing and soothing you when you jumped at scary scenes.
It wasn’t until the scene in The Shining came up, where Wendy is trying to bring a sandwich to Jack and he begins yelling at her, that his hand stopped. “I got your address from Rach.” He said quietly. You turned yourself, resting your head in his lap as you looked up at him. “I forgot to ask that.” He continued to stare at the screen, and you could see on his face that he was mustering up the courage to say something. “After…he… called me, just accusing me of a bunch of bullshit I wanted to check on you. You weren’t answering your messages, and I guess I just was worried something had happened. So I went to her work and begged her to tell me where you lived.” You watched him as he carefully chose his words, not wanting to make you face anything you weren’t ready for. “I’m glad you did.” You whispered, giving him a sincere smile when he looked down at you. He tucked a piece of hair out of your face, resting his palm on your cheek. “I really hate the way he treats you. You deserve so much more than that. I swear I was gonna bust his face last night after the show, and with how he acted today I wish I would’ve. You’re too good for him Sugar. You should be with someone who takes care of you, and asks you how your day is. Someone who checks on you and-and wants to be here with you-” Gerard cut himself off, feeling like he said too much. You gently placed your hand on top of his, causing him to look down and finally make eye contact. “Gee, thank you. For wanting to be here.” You melted a little from the look on his face, only seeing genuine care in his gaze. “He’s an idiot for saying he doesn’t want to be. And just so you know, there’s a huge fucking difference between crying all the time and someone making you cry all the time.” He poked your nose with his finger for reinforcement of his statement, and as an attempt to keep the mood on a lighter side, as you giggled and swatted it away. You sat up in front of him, glancing at the clock, thanking god that it was Saturday night and you still had all of tomorrow to lay around the house. “Jesus, it’s already going on 10, I can’t believe I just laid here all day.” You said, running your hands through your hair. “I can - and you deserved too. Did it at least feel nice?” You thought to yourself about the day in it’s whole, the entire morning seeming years away at this point. Leaning over, you gave Gerard a kiss on the cheek, feeling his temperature rise under your lips. “It did.” Despite being able to hide his blush in the darkness of your room, he couldn’t cover up the smile in his voice. “Good, I told you I’d be here anytime you need me.”
The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, before Gerard began to get up from the bed. “I should uh, probably get going. Gotta make sure you get your beauty sleep and all. Can I use the bathroom before I go?” Slightly disappointed at his departure, but trying to hide it, you nodded. “Yeah, you probably have plans, and I don’t want to keep you here. You’ve done enough for me today anyways. Let me show you where the bathroom is.” Carefully getting off the bed so as to not expose yourself again, you started walking down the hallway while Gerard followed closely behind. Just as you reached the bathroom door, you tripped over a frame that had been knocked off the wall in the hallway, assumedly by Frank during his tantrum. Gerard quickly caught you, pulling you into his body and holding you there. “Woah woah, you okay? I know you want me out but no need to rush sweetheart.” He laughed as he helped you steady yourself, turning you to get a good look and make sure you weren’t hurt. After his once over, he reached behind you and turned the bathroom light on, walking into the doorway. Before he could close it, you reached a hand out and stopped the door. He looked at you, confused. You slowly looked up at him, deciding to be blunt and give yourself something good for once. “I don’t want you to go. Please? Stay?” Cracking an earnest smile, he ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I can stay Sugar. But if you don’t let me close this door right now, you’re gonna see a lot more than you bargained for. I’ll meet you in the room, go get comfy.” You laughed as he closed the door, and as you turned to head back to your room you heard him yell, “BUT I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON’T PUT UNDERWEAR ON WE’RE GONNA FUCKIN FIGHT!”
You raced to your room, slipping on a clean pair of underwear after picking out a new movie to watch. You had just gotten settled back in when Gerard walked into the room. Smirking at you, he began to get back in on his side as he watched the previews on the TV, trying to figure out what you had put in. You interrupted his train of thought as you grabbed his wrist. “You should get comfy too-since you’re staying.”
“Oh- uh I mean i’m fine like-” His rambling stopped when you cleared your throat. “Gee, there’s no way you’re gonna tell me that pants that tight are comfortable to sleep in. I’m not uncomfortable, and we’re adults. Just get comfortable.” He didn’t try to fight you on it anymore, since you were right. You made sure to divert your gaze as he undid his pants and crawled under the covers, only looking back at him when he was finally laid back. You couldn’t remember the last time you spent a night like this with someone in your bed, despite Frank having been in it multiple times in the last week. A look of disgust washed over Gerard’s face, causing you to turn back to the movie on the screen. “A Walk To Remember? Really?! I’m gonna sob like a fucking baby!” You laughed at him and his reaction, knowing it was going to get a rise from him. “Oh, you’ll be fine!” You said as you laid your head back in its place on his chest. It was only about a half hour later that Gerard looked down to see you had fallen asleep. He watched the rest of the movie, wrapping his arm tighter around your body.
You woke up to the soft sounds of Gerard’s breathing, and the unfamiliar feeling of heat from his body curved against your back. He had a hand resting on your lower stomach, keeping your hips flush to his. You arched your back against him, trying to get a slight stretch in and get more comfortable in this position so you could go back to sleep, but took in a sharp breath when you felt something hard against your ass. Behind you, Gerard let you a small whine at the movement, still fast asleep. You weren’t sure if it was your tired state, or just because you wanted to do it, but you couldn’t help yourself from pushing back against him again to see what would happen. He let out another quiet sound, his hand lazily moving to your hip, and nuzzled his face into your neck. You couldn’t ignore the heat that was growing in your stomach, or the way it traveled down to your clit when you ground against him a third time, only to feel a push back from him. You bit your lip, trying to be quiet as you continued this game of tug and war less than half awake. Faint moans left your mouth as the sensation of his cock and the fabric of your panties against you continued to grow. You could hear Gerard’s whimpers getting more prominent in your ear as his hips sped up.
“Tell me you want it or i’ll stop.” Gerard’s grip on your hip tightened, stopping you from grinding against him. You let out a gasp, your nerves on fire at the cease of the motion. “Please-I want it. I want you.” You could feel him throbbing against you, the thought that he wanted you just as much making your brain malfunction. He quickly shifted your position, the new one making it so he was lined up with your heat directly as he slipped his other arm around your shoulders, arching your back as he pulled your head towards his. A moan fell from you both at the stimulation as he began to grind into you harder. “What do you want-fuck-Tell me what you want me to do…” He mumbled against your ear. You reached an arm back, holding him by his hair while you turned to face him. “Kiss me?” That was all it took for him to crash his lips into yours, the hours of tension and stolen glances melting into the bedsheets. He kissed you tenderly, your tongues lazily battling for dominance in their sleepy state as you both attempted to maintain a rhythm in the position you were in. He groaned in frustration as he quickly brought himself to his knees in front of you, grabbing the hem of your shirt at the same time. You got the hint quickly, and helped him pull it off. Gerard stared at your nude upper body, taking you all in, before dipping his gaze to your now clothed hips. “Gotta admit Sugar, i’m a little sad you actually put them back on, but at least I know you listen well.” You blushed heavily at his statement, and your eyes went wide when he reached up and pulled them down your legs. As soon as they were off, Gerard tucked himself into the space between your thighs, and continued kissing you. Raising your hips to meet his, you moaned into his mouth at the friction of his boxers against you. You trailed your hands down his body, giving his ass a small squeeze before playing with the band of his briefs. He quickly got the hint and lifted himself off of you slightly. “Use your words. What do you want, sweetheart?” Waiting for your answer, he dipped down to take one of your nipples into his mouth. Letting out a gasp, you tangled your hands in his hair, pulling slightly. “Take them off Gee, please.” He pulled away from your chest with a small pop, sitting up fully. You were able to really see him at this angle, the way his pale skin almost glowed in the moonlight that came through your curtains. He was soft, and yet there was a firmness to him that made your thighs clench. You watched as he pushed his underwear off, freeing his cock, a small hiss coming from his lips as he pumped himself in front of you. Your eyes were fixed on him - he was thick and swollen, the head of his cock looking purple in the light. You could see a bead of precum on his tip, and couldn’t help but wonder what it tasted like. As if he could read your mind, Gerard chuckled, and stopped his movements.
“Whatever you want, I mean it.” You almost flew across the bed at his words, grabbing his face and kissing him hard. “Can I taste you?” A choked groan fell from Gerard as he nodded his head yes, and watched you lay on your stomach in front of him. You started with your hands on his thighs, trailing them closer to where you wanted to be while watching him twitch, but taunting yourself at the same time. You wrapped a hand around his base, and used the other to firmly stoke him. When your grip met the tip, you gave him a small lick. His knee’s almost gave out at the small action, and he held onto your hair to catch himself. Feeling empowered by such a big reaction to such a little lick, you took his head into your mouth and began to move. His grip tightened the faster you got, and before you knew it you were drooling all over his cock as he set the pace. Gerard wasn’t much larger than average in the length department, but it was just enough that he would hit your gag reflex on particularly deep thrusts, causing him to cry out every time your throat tightened around him. You could tell he was getting close, and before you had the chance to beg him to cum down your throat, he pulled off. His hand still tangled in your hair, he pulled you up to kiss him, wrapping you in his arms as he laid you back down on the bed. “Sorry Sugar, that’s not how I want to cum tonight, as long as you’re alright with that.” You smiled up at him, biting your lip as you felt his hand reach down to your core. Your breath hitched as he ran a finger through your folds before bringing it to his mouth. “Do you know how fuckin good you taste?” His eyes didn’t leave yours as he dipped into you again, this time bringing his fingers to your lips. You opened them, letting your tongue loll out. He gently placed them in your mouth, moaning as you licked yourself off. Gerard’s restraint broke, and he brought his lips to yours in a fever. You clawed at his back as he adjusted himself on top of you, his weight settling a little more firmly. Using one hand to guide himself, he rubbed his cock against your soaked clit, teasing your entrance at each pass. “You sure about this? Last chance to back out.” He groaned, resting his forehead against yours. You lifted your hips slightly, causing you both to moan as he slipped in a little more than he had previously. “Alright, you’re asking for it.”
Gerard moved his hand off of his cock as he pushed in, instead holding your hip in place. You whined at the stretch of him as he slowly sank into you all the way while Gerard held his breath. Once he was fully seated in you, he let out a long shaky sigh. “There we go -shit- how are you doing Sugar?” Your back arched as soon as he slid all the way in, the feeling completely overwhelming but full of pleasure. “Gee-fuck-please move, it’s so much, oh my god-” He took another deep breath as he began to thrust his hips, reviling in how tight you were around him. His pace picked up as you met his thrusts, moans and curses spilling from both of your mouths. In a sudden movement, Gerard sat up on his knees, taking the back of each leg by the thigh and pushing them up. You let out a sharp squeal at the change, as his cock began to hit deeper in you than you thought was possible. You felt your toes begin to go numb, and the shiver that moved up your neck was telling of how close you were. Gerard felt your muscles tighten are your orgasm started to wash over you. “FUCK-Gerard- I’m-”; “I’m with you Sugar-You feel so fuckin good-” He watched your eyes roll back into your head as you finished around him, which proved to be the catalyst for his own ending. Gerard continued to thrust into you as he emptied himself inside, making sure to slow down enough that you could catch your breath. You were met with soft kisses to your face and gentle hands caressing your skin as you came down into the afterglow. Gerard slowly pulled out of you, whispering soft apologies at the overstimulation. When he crashed down on his side next to you, he wrapped you into his arms, and despite the heat and sweat, it didn’t feel like it was too much. “You’re magical sugar, that was amazing.” You giggled at his words, turning to give him a long, soft kiss, before getting in a comfortable position to sleep again. Like before, you were the first to fall asleep, but it didn’t take long for Gerard to follow.
It's Always Been You - Frank Iero x Gerard Way(?) x Reader CHAPTER ONE
A HUGE SHOUT OUT TO @places2hide4me AND @chaotic-1111-witch FOR INSPIRING ME WITH THIS IDEA!!!
Hold on tight yall, cause this is gonna be lots of chapters and idk how long it's gonna take. I have 4 pages of outline and am almost 4k words in not even hitting the halfway mark of the first page of thoughts.
Trigger Warnings: GASLIGHTING, MANIPULATION, ALCOHOL, LETS BE REAL IT'S EMOTIONAL ABUSE!!!
Word Count: 2407
Smut exists, I'm not giving up the ending HOWEVER - Reader is with both Frank and Gerard SEPERATELY (okay maybe I had an idea for later chapters of a mini Frerard shoot me). Don't let people treat you like this, okay??? You'll see what I mean.
Love yall, thanks for reading my brain thoughts!
“I don’t know what the fuck you want from me, we’ve been over this a million times!”
“I don’t know what you want from me either Frank! That’s the exact point i’m trying to make!” You ran your fingers through your hair, massaging your skull in hopes that your pounding headache would go away. You’d been over this with him a thousand times, and it never mattered what you brought into it, it always ended the same. You walking out, him sweet talking you, and crawling back into bed.
He watched you lazily from under the covers as you grabbed your purse and started shoving your things that laid around his room in it.
“I can’t fucking do this with you anymore, it’s the same thing everytime. You never actually listen to me or give me a reason to stay, so I don’t know why I keep doing it”. As soon as the words left your mouth, you felt his grip on your wrist.
“Baby, look at me. You knew when we started this that I didn’t want anything serious. You knew this was casual, so yeah when you ask me for certain shit, I get mad. I thought we had an understanding here and you always want more. I told you what I can give, and it’s just never enough for you.” The sharp pain that struck through your chest was no more intense than it was any other time he told you it was casual, but it never got easier. You rubbed a hand over your face, letting him drag you back into the bed. You couldn’t look at him, it was embarrassing enough that you folded so easily for him, and you knew the smug grin that was already on his face would just hurt more. You felt him take your bag off your shoulder and drop it back to the floor before laying down in the spot on the mattress that was unconfirmed as yours. Your eyes were closed as you felt him kiss up your neck, melting into his soft touch that contradicted how his words made your stomach feel.
“Look at me, come on.” He whispered into your ear, a hint of sincerity lacing his tone. You blinked your eyes open slowly, as his hand reached up to push some hair out of your face.
“You know you’re my favorite girl, right?” You nodded gently as a tear rolled down your cheek, and he wiped it away with the pad of his thumb. “None of that baby, you know you’re special. I wouldn’t trade you for the world. I can’t talk to anyone else the way I can talk to you. I love having you close. You still love being close to me, right?”
“You know I do Frankie, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” You sighed out as you let him keep kissing you, wrapping your arms around his shoulders softly. When his lips brushed yours, you didn’t kiss back right away, making him work for your forgiveness for what felt like the hundredth time in the year you’ve known each other. He bit your lip playfully, a small giggle escaping you at the sensation, which he took as encouragement to continue. He adjusted his weight on top of you, grinding himself into you and letting out a groan.
“You’re so perfect for me babe, fit against me so well.” He moaned into your mouth before sitting up and pulling your panties down your legs. You lifted your hips to help him get them off, and opened you’re legs immediately, offering yourself to him once again. He pulled himself out of his boxers, pumping his hand as he stared at your exposed core with hungry eyes.
“There’s my girl. So good to me baby” He praised as he crawled over you, positioning himself at your entrance. You rutted your hips up into his, begging to feel him inside you again, needing to feel him to believe his words and that you were more than just the girl he was leading on. You let out a loud whine as he pushed himself into your wetness, bottoming out in one thrust. Gasps of his name fell from your mouth as he rolled his hips into yours, making you forget the weight of your argument just minutes ago. When you were finished, Frank rolled back over in bed, slapping your ass as you stood up to head to the shower with a playful laugh. You smiled back at him over your shoulder, telling him you’d be right back. You loved sex with Frank, especially when he was gentle with you which really only occurred after you threatened to leave again, but needed to wash away the last of your emotions and headache.
Walking out of the bathroom, wrapped in the towel you always used when staying with Frank, you noticed your bag neatly set by the door. You felt the lump in your throat rise, knowing what was waiting for you in the bedroom. Sure enough, when you entered you saw Frank sitting on the edge of the bed fully dressed and talking on the phone in a flirty tone. “Yeah, yeah doll, i’ll be right there and help ya.” You stood in the doorway, wet footprints leaving their marks in the carpet as Frank hung up the phone and turned to you. “What the fuck are you waiting for? Get dressed, I gotta go.”
It had been about two weeks since you had last seen Frank, making sure to ignore him for at least three days before finally answering his call. This wasn’t abnormal in your cycle with him - fuck, fight, make up, and fight again - which means it also wasn’t abnormal that his olive branch to you was him asking to meet you at his gig. His band was playing, and despite him swearing that you were just casual, the man was superstitious. You were always there when they played somewhere new, and this was no exception. He needed you to be there, to be his good luck charm.
You walked in, hoping to at least get a hug hello from Frank, but instead were met with the image of his arm around a beautiful girls waist and a hand on her ass. She had long dark hair, and beautiful tan skin which was a stark contrast to you. You couldn’t help but catalog in your head the fact that she looked like a model, and fit perfectly into his grip, like she belonged there. He was whispering something into her ear, making her laugh. Ignoring the pit in your stomach, you walked to him and tapped on his shoulder, at least wanting to let him know you had made it. “Hey Frankie! Long time no see.” He turned only his head to you, not removing his arm from the mystery woman that you couldn’t help but feel was taking your place. “Oh, hey, glad you made it.” He said uninterested, as she looked you up and down assessing you like competition. He leaned back in to whisper in her ear, while she laughed performatively in your direction. Swallowing the little amount of pride you still had, you turned away and made your way to the bar. As you waited, you contemplated just leaving. Frank clearly didn’t want you here, and maybe you finally were out of this vicious cycle you were stuck in. You gave the bartender your order, thinking that maybe a few drinks would help you. You didn’t really care if it would push you toward an epiphany or a story about getting arrested for public intox, you just needed to numb the thoughts.
As you sucked down your first drink, you watched Frank as he continued to play house with his pick of the night like a dog on a leash in the backyard. By the second, you had clocked that his gaze continued to drift to you and a smirk would form on his lips when he saw you staring from the bar. At the end of the third, you felt a tap on your shoulder.
Turning your head you noticed it was Gerard, Frank’s singer. He offered you a soft smile, and followed the path where your eyes had been looking. A small frown replaced it when he saw Frank wrapped into and moving to kiss one of the groupies that had been showing up at every show. Quickly Gerard’s eyes flicked back to you as he put a hand on your shoulder, keeping you facing him.
“How’s it going? Long time no see, I think since our last show, right?” Gerard hated seeing you like this. He hated the way that Frank treated you and wished that you could see how much more you deserve. “Yeah, I guess it’s been a while… You know how it is.” You slurred slightly, enjoying the small talk with someone you didn’t have to act fine for. Gerard had always been kind to you, always offering a shoulder when you needed it. He knew the insides and out of Frank’s brain, and was a kind of middle man that you used when you couldn’t figure out what bug had crawled up his ass that week. “You know I do, come here sweetheart..” He pulled you into a hug, kissing the top of your head. You drunkenly wrapped your arms around him, holding on tight as a tear ran down your cheek. He pulled back, getting a good look at your face before concern spread across his features. He trailed a hand down to your hand, grabbing it tight. “Come out to the van with me, let’s take a break from the noise, yeah?” You stared down at the ground, stumbling slightly while standing as Gerard threw a $20 on the counter for your drinks. Still looking at the ground, you didn’t notice when you were rushed past Frank who was tuning his guitar with the girl on his lap.
Frank gripped his guitar tightly as Gerard rushed past, slightly irritated that his singer had thought 20 minutes before show time was the right time to get laid, until he looked back to the bar to see you were missing. It was an immediate, visceral, reaction as he turned and watched out the backdoor’s window as Gerard ushered you into the backseat while looking around nervously. He stood up quickly, the groupie he had been with all night falling off of her place on his thigh. “Frankie? Is everything alright?” He didn’t even turn to look at her as he took a couple steps towards the door. “Hey, shut the fuck up a second doll.” As he watched the van door close, he couldn’t help but feel betrayed. He shouldn’t care this much, but the anger was rising. He wasn’t your boyfriend, which was something he made clear to you all the time because it was a topic you wouldn’t seem to leave alone. Besides, he was the one who ignored you when you got to the venue after inviting you. He felt a small hand wrap around his arm, and pulled away quickly. “Fun’s over, see you later.”
As soon as the van door closed, you couldn’t stop yourself from sobbing. Gerard wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tight into his chest. “Hey, hey - sweetheart it’s okay - what the fuck happened? Tell me, yeah?” You shook in his arms as he rubbed your back. “Why doesn’t he love me Gee? What the fuck is wrong with me?” It broke Gerard’s heart to see you like this, and it hurt more every time, but he saw the routine you were in, and it wasn’t his place to interfere. He knew you loved Frank, and unfortunately he knew Frank loved you too even if he was a complete dickhead about it. “Oh Sweetheart, it’s not you. I promise. You know how he gets. Fucker couldn’t accept a sign from God if it was burning in the fucking bush in front of him.” He rocked you gently in his arms as you calmed down. You looked up at him, mascara running down your face, and a strong gloss over your eyes reinforcing the exact state you were in. “You’re too good for him sugar, you know that right?” Small sniffles continued from you as he used a car napkin and a bottle of water to clean up what he could of your makeup. A loud knock on the side of the van made you both jump, only to hear Ray’s voice yelling that they were on in five. “You don’t have to stay for the show if you don’t want to - and I definitely don’t blame you for leaving, but if you’re not, how are you getting home?” Gerard looked at you, taking in your broken image. “I’ll just walk. It’s not that late anyways.” You looked up at the sharp laugh that shot out of his mouth. “Over my dead fucking body sweetheart. Come inside for a minute, I’ll get you a cab. My treat.”
“You don’t have to do that, really, you’ve done enou-” You stopped as Gerard grabbed your hands. “Don’t even start. You don’t have to stay, but you’re not walking. Let me see your phone.” Handing over your phone, you watched him slide the van door open and stretch a bit. He made a quick call, and handed it back. “Alright, come on, let me at least walk you to the front so you can wait there where I can see you from the stage.” You crawled out and walked with him to the front of the bar. You had sobered up slightly, and were embarrassed for crying into him for the past half hour about his bandmate. As he pulled you in for a final hug, hearing the band tuning up, he kissed the top of your head again. “I put my AOL in your phone. Please don’t be afraid to use it.” You shook your head yes as you gave him a half smile. “Thanks Gee, you’re the best. I’ll message when I’m home.”
“You better. Take care of yourself. Get ahold of me, yeah?” He said as he walked back inside, getting right on the stage. You watched the irritated looks from Ray and Mikey, but the one on Frank’s face seemed to be slightly different. You just couldn’t place it.
It's Always Been You - Frank Iero x Gerard Way(?) x Reader CHAPTER TWO
Guy's not gonna lie this is despicable. Don't accept disrespect. There's smut in here, reader beware!
Trigger Warnings: GASLIGHTING, MANIPULATION, ALCOHOL, LETS BE REAL IT'S EMOTIONAL ABUSE!!!
Word Count: 3317
Saying Frank was pissed was an understatement. He could see nothing but red for the entire show, which also was shit. He was unfocused and missed his parts multiple times, earning glances from everyone in the band, despite the crowd not seeming to care. He had watched you get into the cab and drive away during the first song, and had gotten in Gerard’s face multiple times by the third. It wasn’t until they were off stage that he finally had the nerve to corner Gerard.
“What the fuck was that?” He said while trying to light his cigarette out by the van. “What was what? You having your fucking panties in a twist on stage?” Gerard scoffed, taking a drag from his cig. “You know what the fuck i’m talking about! You think I didn’t notice you bringing her out here to the Van? What’d you do to make her leave, huh?”
Gerard rolled his eyes, he was too used to this conversation and was getting at his wits end with having to answer the same questions over and over. “We just talked man, I don’t know what to tell you. She left cause you fucking invited her, then ignored her AND taunted her with fucking Annie.” Frank looked down at his feet, feeling the heat rise in his neck along with another feeling he wasn’t ready to address. “We’re not fucking together, it doesn’t fucking matter who i’m with. She ain’t ever left before because of it.”
Gerard shrugged his shoulders and let out a small laugh, causing Frank to look back up at him. “What’s so fucking funny?” Gerard flicked his butt to the ground, stubbing it out with his boot before getting in Frank’s face. “You know, i’m getting real sick of watching how you treat her Frankie. You’re a real piece of shit, and I don’t understand it, but you need to figure it the fuck out.” Frank’s jaw tensed, as he backed away from the van and re-entering the bar with a hard slam of the backdoor. Gerard turned to Ray and Mikey, shaking his head before getting in the van. “Leave his ass, i’m sure Annie will give him a ride.”
You got out of the cab, stumbling slightly up your apartment stairs and unlocking the door. Your head was still spinning with the emotions of the night, and all you wanted was to crawl into bed. You dropped your purse on the couch, and went to the bathroom to wipe off what was left of your makeup. Staring at your reflection, you took yourself in. You were exhausted from Frank’s emotional whiplash and it was starting to catch up to you in appearance. You looked at your glossy and red eyes from crying as well as the bags under them from not getting enough sleep. How could you when Frank called randomly at all times of the night needing to tell you something profound in a drunken state? You let out a sigh, splashing water on your face before getting undressed, throwing on a baggy shirt, and slinking to your room. You flipped open your phone and noticed Gerard’s contact was still on the screen. A small smile spread across your face, before turning into more tears. You walked over to your computer, logging on, and typed in Gerard’s AOL.
xVampirezRulex: I made it home. Still drunk. Thank u 4 2night.
xBoyHerox: It’s no problem sugar, i’m sorry ur going thru this shit. I’ll be there anytime u need me.
xVampirezRulex: I appreciate that, more than u know. It was nice 2 not have 2 fake it for once.
xBoyHerox: U shouldn’t have to fake it, he’s a dick.
xVampirezRulex: Yeah, he is.
xVampirezRulex: So y do we keep doing this Gee?
xBoyHerox: I can’t answer that for u sweetheart.
xBoyHerox: Get sum sleep, message me 2mrrow k?
xVampirezRulex: Ttyl Gee. Thnx again.
xBoyHerox: Anytime <3
You stared at the screen, watching his emblem go dark before getting into bed and trying to sleep. Just as you started to drift off, your phone began ringing. You slowly blinked your eyes open, already knowing who it was. You felt your heart twist in your chest, and the hollow feeling rise from your stomach to your throat. You looked at your alarm, seeing that the time was 2:48am. Fighting with yourself, you reached your hand over and picked it up.
“What do you want, Frank?” You listened closely to the man on the other side of the phone laugh. “Well, hello to you too, whatrya doing?” He slurred over the speaker. You rolled your eyes, too tired to act like you weren’t upset with him. “I’m trying to fucking sleep. What are you doing?”
“I’m standing next to your car, I thought may-maybe you came back to say s-sorry for leaving before we started earlier. You were sup-posed to be here.” He hiccuped out. You could hear the irritation in his voice, but there was a hint of sadness that lingered as well. “I took a cab. I didn’t feel good.” It was only a half lie, you really didn’t feel good but he didn’t need to know the full reason why. “Yeah, I-I heard. Did that happen before or-or after you went with Gee to the van?” Your heart stopped beating for a moment. You hadn’t even thought about Frank seeing you leave with Gerard, or what he might think happened during that time. “It was before. He just was helping me, Frank. Why do you care anyways? You seemed to have your hands pretty full when I got there.” You spit back into the phone, deciding in your buzzed and sleep deprived state that you were done biting your tongue. You could tell Frank was walking by the sounds around him, the background talking had quieted down and was replaced with silence. “Fiesty - I love it when you g-get like this. Baby, come on. You-you know you’re my good luck charm. The show was complete dogshit without you. I n-needed you there, why’d you leave?” He was guilting you, and you were falling for it all over again. “You know why, Frank. Don’t play fucking dumb.” You whispered into the mic. “I-I’m not playing dumb pretty girl, i’m jus-just trying to figure out what ha-happened and why, why you went out back with my-my best friend, and then left me.” You actually were speechless this time, and sat in silence with him as he walked. “I-I’ll be there in 15. Unlock the-the door?” You didn’t say a word, but Frank smiled when he could hear you moving on the other side through your apartment, and then the subtle sound of the deadbolt coming off. “There’s my girl. I’ll see you s-soon.”
You curled up into your comforter as you waited for Frank, your room illuminated by your computer. It felt too soft for the heaviness of the moment, but it did allow you to see Frank gently push open your door and start taking his clothes off before he got into bed with you. He didn’t say anything as he relaxed against your pillow and pulled your head into his chest. It only took a few minutes of silence before he noticed your shaky breaths and started rubbing your back. You brought your hands up to his chest as you sobbed into him. “Hey-hey, what are you crying for, pretty girl? I got you.” It truly was like he had you under his spell as he brought a finger under your chin and titled your face up to look at him. As you searched his face for the trick behind his action, you were shocked to see he was crying too. He brought his forehead to yours and took a deep breath, the smell of alcohol strong in the air. “You know you mean a lot to me, right?” You let out a broken sigh after the words left his mouth, shaking your head no. “Frank I-I can’t-”
“Just let me say this, please?” He closed his eyes and pressed himself in closer to you. “I know that I'm an asshole. I know that what I did tonight was fucked up, and and wrong. I don’t know why I do that to you. I don’t want to do that to you. You’ve pulled my head out of my ass so many times - when I didn’t deserve it - and I don’t understand why you stay. All I really know is all the other brauds out there don’t compare to you. I could have anyone I wanted, but they don’t make me feel the way you do, and they don’t understand me like you. At the end of the day, it’s you, and I don’t know maybe that just scares the shit outta me cause I just fucking ruin anything good that comes my way. But when I saw you get in that van with Gerard, I almost lost my mind.”
You couldn’t believe what he was saying, and continued to shake your head at his words, crying harder. He carefully switched your positions, so he was on top of you and caressing your face.
“I don’t want to hurt you, so I-I try to keep you at a distance and say this isn’t real. I just let people down baby, it’s all i’ve ever been good at.” The warmth of his tears dripping onto your face was almost as shocking as the vulnerability coming out of his mouth. “But seeing you with him. Thinking about what he could be out there doing to you…” Frank trailed his hands from your face down to your neck and onwards to your shoulders and sides, lifting the hem of your shirt so he could feel your skin. He leaned in, kissing from your collar to your ear. “I’ve never felt like that before.” You pulled him back by his hair, just enough to look into his eyes. They were glossy and out of focus, and you knew he was incredibly drunk. There’s no other reason he would be saying all of this, but it didn’t matter at that moment. You had waited forever to hear these words come out of his mouth, for him to admit that you meant something to him; and even if it was the only time you might ever get this, you needed to hear it. “Frank… Why are you telling me this?” You whispered, terrified of what the answer would be. “Because I love you.”
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, you crashed your lips to his. He eagerly kissed you back, tugging on your shirt in the process to get it off. As soon as you were bare, he began kissing down your body, taking each breast in a hand and massaging them gently. He looked up at you with his signature grin before alternating between licking each nipple, giving a gentle bite as well. You moaned out at the sensation, holding the back of his head as you writhed beneath him. You pushed him lower, needing to feel him - needing him to do anything else to prove this wasn’t just another ruse to keep you close. “I know baby, I know. So needy, yeah?” He took the band of your panties in his mouth and let them snap back into place. A loud whine escaped you and you felt his calloused hands grab yours when you went to push them down yourself. “Easy, let me take my time. I want to make you feel good.” His grip on you only made you wetter and more desperate, but your pleas were answered when he dipped his head between your thighs and licked a stripe directly up the middle. Your body shook from the small bit of attention, and he laughed as he finally pulled your underwear down. He sat happily between your legs as you kicked the wet fabric off, leaving yourself bare to him. It was a shock to your system when Frank started kissing up your thighs; remembering briefly that it was sex like this that got you hooked to him in the first place. This was what it was like in the beginning. You closed your eyes to bask in the intimacy, when you felt a soft bite to your inner thigh. “Look at me.” Words typically laced in cockiness were replaced with a gentleness you weren’t sure you had ever heard come out of his mouth. You met his gaze just as he swept his tongue over your clit. You gasped his name as he began his assault on your cunt, holding your hips in place for him to not be pulled away from his work. Your hands gripped his hair once again, and Frank groaned, the vibration only adding to the feeling. You didn’t need to tell him you were getting close, the alcohol in both your systems heightening all senses while also blurring logical thought. He could tell from your moans that you were going to cum soon, moving a finger to your entrance in hopes to push you over the edge faster. A cry was ripped from you as you felt him push into you, adding another after just a few strokes to press into the spot he knows makes you scream. “Frankie-Frankie-Please, oh fuck-” Frank smiled into you but kept his pace in his wrist as he watched you crumble in front of him. “There you go pretty girl, let it all go.”
Frank didn’t waste any time, teasing your oversensitive cunt on your comedown; licking and sucking as much of you as he could, taking you to a point way past riding you through it. “You always taste so good. So perfect for me, do you know that?” He mumbled into your thighs before bringing himself back up your body. You hadn’t noticed him take his boxers off, but you certainly felt his hardness pressing against you now. The heat of his cock against your wetness made you jerk and your legs begin to wrap around him like a vine. He rolled his hips gently against you as he kissed you again. “You’re always so desperate for me, I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough…” You were fully grinding up into him, physically begging to have him in you. With another kiss and a chuckle, Frank reached a hand down to line himself up properly. This time it was him who shook as he rubbed the head of his cock against your clit, then back down to your heat. He pulled back slightly, his eyes going from where you were about to be connected to your own eyes, before whispering, “I mean it, I love you.” and pushing in. Your arms wrapped around him, keeping him as close as you could while tears streaked down your face both from emotion and pleasure. The stretch of him never got old, and you dug your nails into his back as he sunk all the way into you. Frank hissed to himself as he drew his hips back, resting his forehead on yours. “Fuck baby, like you’re made just for me.” He upped his pace, but you could still feel every edge of him in each thrust. It wasn’t long until you got close to your peak, your walls tightening around him. “You gonna cum? Fucking do it - God-fuck yeah”. He kept going through your orgasm, the gentleness of him earlier replaced with raw hunger. You were taken aback by his sudden grip to your jaw, making you look directly at him and drawing every bit of attention back, like he always does. “He couldn’t make you feel like this. No one else can, just me baby. You’re all mine, yeah? I’m gonna prove it right fucking now.” His words should have been a warning, but in the moment it just felt like being claimed. You couldn’t stop the way you convulsed around him again, body going tense, almost not noticing the heat that filled you as he spilled himself as deep as he could.
Frank stayed inside of you until he started to soften, then rolled himself onto your side. You tucked into him drifting easily off to sleep, the toll of the overall night catching up to you. It didn’t take long for him to follow, easy snores coming from both of you. As the first bit of daylight began coming through your curtains, Frank strained his eyes to look around the room. He didn’t remember much after his little discussion with Gee, or exactly how he got here, but he was filled with anxiety as he watched your body next to him. He took a deep breath as he ran his fingertips over your side, feeling the air shift while he recounted his confession to you. He didn’t know what to do about it, wished he’d never said it, and hoped you wouldn’t ask for more than what he’d already given you. It just wasn’t something he was capable of. “Fuck…” With a groan, he noticed his bladder and hangover at the same time. He carefully got out of bed not to wake you, and went to your bathroom to check the drawer he knew you kept your pain killers in. When he walked back into your room, he stood a moment, looking around and taking it all in. His gaze went from the posters on your walls, to the knickknacks on your shelves, eventually landing on your computer. He made his way to your desk, and noticed you had an unread message. Double checking that you were still fast asleep, he quickly opened your AOL, seeing a username he was all too familiar with.
xBoyHerox: I was thinking a lot last night about u. I know I said I wouldn’t get in the way, but don’t go back 2 him, plz. R u free 2day?
Frank felt his blood pressure rise as he scrolled through the previous messages of the night. What did Gerard mean by you shouldn’t be faking it? And what the fuck did you mean by why do we keep doing this? As if all the wheels in his head turned at once in the wrong direction, he had already concluded what it meant. He turned and threw his clothes on, not worrying about if he woke you or not, tripping into your dresser as he tried to put on his shoes.
“Frank…? What are you doing?” You mumbled, being awoken by a loud bang in your room. “Don’t fucking talk to me.” Frank was cold in his tone, and it matched his face as he turned toward you, taking a couple steps towards the bed. “What? What the fuck is going on?” You had never been scared of him before, but the look on his face made you nervous as he caged your legs in with his arms. “Don’t play fucking dumb, I saw your fucking messages with Gee. How long you been fucking him, huh? Is what I give you not enough? Gotta be greedy and fuck the whole band?” You stuttered trying to get a response to come out while tucking the blanket further around your naked body as silent tears began falling down your cheeks. “Fucking exactly. Keep your fucking mouth shut, cause I already fucking know. And stop fucking crying! All you fucking do is cry, Jesus, and you fucking wonder why I don’t want to be with you.” You froze on the spot, his scream in your face echoing in your mind. He turned to walk away from you, shoving his keys in his pocket from the dresser when you whispered. “You said you loved me not even 8 hours ago.” It was Franks turn to freeze. He stood up straighter, his blood still boiling, not even turning around. “I fuckin lied.”
Frank telling you to come over to his place…sitting you down…telling you this little thing you guys have has to stop…
Telling you he can’t keep fucking you…you’re too young…18 years younger to be exact…
Crying…begging him not to do this…knowing that was his soft spot…holding you as you softly cried…
Rubbing your hand up and down his thigh…grazing the achingly hard cock inside his pants…
“Doll, I-i shouldn’t…should let you go h-home…”
Shaking your head at him…rubbing him through his pants…him leaning back to unzip them…pulling his cock out of his underwear…your mouth watering at the site…
Sliding down onto your knees from the couch…taking him into your mouth…sucking him gently…licking and kissing his cock just how he likes…
Franks hands guiding your head up and down…breathy moans escaping him as he basically fucks your face…pulling you up to throw you back on the couch…
Throwing you onto your stomach so your ass hangs off the side…pulling your shorts and panties down to reveal your pink, puffy, dripping cunt…
The head of his cock sliding between your sticky folds…sliding in and burying himself to the hilt…
“P-please…f-fuck me Frank…M’your good girl…”
Gripping your ass hard enough to bruise…pounding into you hard…slapping and gripping your ass…
“Such a dirty…l-little girl…hm? N-need me to-to fuck you like a slut yea?”
Barely able to answer…moaning in response as you feel the familiar warmth in your tummy…your pussy pulsating around his thick cock…
“Frankie…m’g-gonna cum…please…”
Cumming around him…milking him into you…letting him paint your insides…filling you up to the brim…
omg hi i love you im thinking abt stepdad frank everynight and i need stepdad frank and i love you too..💕💕
Step dad Frank…
He’s so gross…knows it’s wrong but he can’t help himself, touching himself to your instagram…
He’s so happy he met your mother…because that’s how he met you…and you drive him crazy…
He wants you all to himself, and he’s so glad your mom is out of town…
Sneaking into your bathroom while you shower, being so quiet you couldn’t so much as hear him breathing…
Snelling your dirty panties, licking them, fuck he wanted to taste you…be inside you…
He knew you wanted the same thing…how you pranced around in your stupid little shorts…no bra…
Ever since you got home from college you’d been showing off for him, almost like you wanted him to make a move on you…
So he does…he waits for you to get out go the shower, hearing your feet tap onto the hardwood as you make your way into the living room, a white t shirt and a tiny pair of pink thongs, must’ve bought those recently, because they weren’t there when Frank snooped through your panty drawer…
He couldn’t help himself, already feeling the strain of his cock through his jeans as you sat across from him on the couch…
Staring at his hardening cock, you let your legs fall open, revealing the wet spot that had formed on your thin panties…
“What’re you doing bun…shouldn’t be messin round like that…”
Moving your hand to the ache that was between your legs, touching your self so gently through your panties…
He moved, moving your hand away as he crawled over to you, kneeling down to feel the heat coming from your aching pussy…
Kissing it gently through the thin cloth, leaving a mess of spit and your arousal between your thighs as he deepened the kiss to your cunt…
“Dad…please…need you inside me…please!”
Who was Frank to deny you? You were so needy…wanting…he couldn’t help it…
Undoing his belt with a quickness, shoving his pants and underwear down to his ankles while pulling your tiny little panties to the side…
Your pussy so wet and throbbing for him, the site alone could make him cum…
Rubbing the tip of his cock between your sticky folds, whimpering as he pushed in, feeling him deep inside…
Starting a punishing pace, fucking you into the sofa, screaming so loud the neighbors could hear…
“F-fuck bun…such a t-tight cunt…gonna cum…fill it up soso good…d-does my b-bunny want a that?”
Unable to form words, only sounds as Frank fucked in and out of you, kissing your neck and sucking on your tit like he was desperately trying to get something out of them…
Cumming around him, milking him into you, knowing you’d feel icky about this later, but the feeling of his cum inside you made you feel special…just for now…
