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oldiesstationlover11607 · 12 days ago
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hey, could you write a pencey prep!frank x girly!reader oneshot? i feel like their dynamic would be so cute
Gigs- Pencey Prep!Frank Iero x Girly!Reader
Warnings: Swearing
Word Count: 1264
A/N: Sorry this took so long! I've got a lot going on atm haha. I love Pencey era Frank so much tho, he's so cute and such a baby hehehe
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I was never one to go to local gigs–which was why it was weird to have found myself in a small, sweaty, moist basement in Belleville, New Jersey. Frank had managed to drag me out to one of his gigs with Pencey, something I’d sworn I’d never do. I loved Frank and he was great but when it came to our choices in music (and aesthetics) we definitely were different people. 
The basement smelled like stale beer, damp concrete, and a faint metallic tang from the ancient pipes snaking across the ceiling. People were packed tightly, shoulder to shoulder, dressed in a range of outfits that could only collectively be described as alternative–faded band tees, ripped jeans, studded belts, and more eyeliner than I thought a human could wear. It wasn’t exactly my scene. My floral sundress and white and pink sneakers felt painfully out of place amidst the sea of black and spikes. 
Frank, on the other hand, thrived here. He stood by my side, practically buzzing with excitement, his eyes shining under the dim, flickering light. His guitar case was slung over his back, and he kept nervously adjusting his grip on it. His band’s name was scrawled on the case in Sharpie—Pencey Prep—surrounded by stickers and doodles that screamed teenage rebellion.
“You’re gonna love this,” he said, his voice barely audible over the din of people talking, amps buzzing, and someone’s band warming up with an out-of-tune rendition of a Ramones song. “Trust me, okay?”
I forced a smile and nodded. Trust him? Sure. Love this? Unlikely.
He kissed my temple, the gesture sweet and grounding. It was moments like these that reminded me why I adored him, even if we were from totally different planets when it came to taste. I’d met him at school, where he’d teased me mercilessly about my love of reading while hiding his own love of literature. Despite our stark differences, we’d clicked, our banter evolving into something deeper and meaningful. He was my punk-rock prince, even if I was the farthest thing from a punk-rock princess.
“Okay, we’re on in like ten minutes,” Frank said, practically vibrating. He ran a hand through his mess of hair, shaking it out so it fell perfectly messy again. “You good here? You wanna stand closer to the stage or hang back?”
I looked toward the stage—if you could call it that. It was more like a slightly raised platform barely big enough to hold a drum kit and a couple of amps. People were already clustering around it, jostling for a good spot. The thought of being crushed in the middle of that gave me instant anxiety.
“I’ll hang back,” I said, tugging on the hem of my dress. “But I’ll be watching. Promise.”
Frank’s grin could’ve powered the entire building. “Cool. I’ll find you after. I love ya.”
With that, he darted off toward his bandmates, leaving me to navigate the crowd. I edged toward the back wall, finding a semi-clear spot near a stack of empty milk crates. I leaned against the wall, trying to blend into the shadows. It wasn’t long before the house lights dimmed and someone screamed, “PENCEY PREP!”
The crowd erupted into cheers as the band took the stage. Frank slung his guitar over his shoulder and grabbed the mic. “What the fuck is up Belleville?” he shouted, his voice raspy and electric. The crowd responded with more screaming, and the energy in the room shifted.
The music started—a fast, raw, angry wall of sound that hit me square in the chest. Frank’s guitar snarled, his fingers moving with effortless precision. His bandmates matched his intensity, the drums pounding like a heartbeat, the bassline dark and driving. Frank looked like he belonged up there, his small frame commanding attention, every strum and shout full of purpose.
I wanted to focus on him, but the crowd was mesmerizing in its own way. People moved as one, a chaotic, sweating mass, jumping and thrashing to the music. Someone bumped into me, nearly knocking me over, and I decided maybe blending into the wall wasn’t the best idea. I climbed onto one of the milk crates to get a better view.
From my perch, I had a clear line of sight to Frank. He was in his element, grinning like a maniac as he sang backup vocals into the mic. His gaze swept over the crowd, and for a brief second, our eyes met. He winked at me before launching into a blistering solo. My heart fluttered despite the oppressive heat and noise.
It wasn’t my kind of music, sure, but seeing Frank like this
 it was impossible not to get caught up in his energy. He was magnetic, pouring every ounce of himself into the performance. It was raw and messy and completely him.
By the end of their set, the basement felt like a sauna. My hair stuck to the back of my neck, and my makeup was probably melting off, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. The crowd roared as Pencey Prep played their final note, the feedback from the amps ringing out as they left the stage. Frank hopped down first, his guitar still slung over his shoulder, and immediately started weaving through the crowd toward me.
“Well?” he asked, breathless and grinning. He had sweat dripping down his face, his shirt clinging to his chest. He looked absolutely wrecked and completely happy. “What’d you think?”
“You were amazing,” I admitted. “Like, really amazing.”
His grin widened, and he leaned in to kiss me, uncaring that he was drenched in sweat. “Told you you’d love it.”
“Let’s not get carried away,” I teased. “I loved you. The music was
 intense.”
Frank laughed, a deep, genuine sound that made my chest warm. “Fair enough. Come on, let’s get some air.”
He grabbed my hand and led me out of the basement, dodging people as we went. The cool night air hit me like a blessing as we stepped onto the sidewalk. I took a deep breath, feeling the sweat on my skin start to cool.
Frank pulled out a crumpled pack of cigarettes and lit one, exhaling a plume of smoke. “So, you’d come to another show, right?”
I gave him a sideways glance. “I’ll think about it.”
“That’s not a no,” he said, smirking as he nudged my shoulder.
“It’s not a yes either.”
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help smiling. He took another drag of his cigarette and offered it to me, but I shook my head. He shrugged and leaned back against the brick wall, his free hand still holding mine.
“You really liked it?” he asked, softer this time. There was a vulnerability in his voice that caught me off guard.
“Yeah,” I said honestly. “You were incredible. I
 I think I get it now. Why you love it so much.”
Frank’s expression softened, and he squeezed my hand. “That means a lot, you know. You being here.”
“Of course I’m here,” I said. “I love you. Even if your music is kind of a lot.”
He laughed again, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You’re the best, you know that?”
“Yeah, yeah,” I said, grinning.
We stood there for a while, letting the night wrap around us. Frank finished his cigarette and stomped it out, pulling me closer. Despite the noise and chaos of the night, everything felt still and perfect in that moment. For all our differences, we fit together in a way that just worked.
Maybe gigs weren’t so bad after all.
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ghoulgirlwrites · 2 years ago
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So Don’t Hate Me, Trust In Me
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Pairing: Frank Iero x Female Reader
Era: Danger Days
Requested by: Anon
Word Count: ~1500
Summary/Request: So I was thinking about a Frank X fem!Reader (she/her) during Danger Days era, where they are really close and it's obvious they like each other, and Frank is more forward with liking her, but she's insecure bc she doesn't have any experience with relationships and intimacy (even just handholing and stuff), and is worried he'd be disappointed, maybe even something like she's not good enough for him. And he gets her to talk about it to him and is really understanding and reassuring, and willing to give her time and space, but she feels better after the conversation and wants to try. So basically angst to fluff?
A/N: I LOVED writing this one. It was one of the first fics I worked on in getting out of my hiatus and it was just everything I wanted in a request (particularly Danger Days Frank). Enjoy!
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You’d just started a new job as Frank’s guitar tech. It was a dream job for you, since you wanted to work with bands and travel around the world, but you were too shy to get onstage yourself. MyChem were currently on tour promoting their newest album, Danger Days, and you were excited to work for them, since you’d been friends with Frank since shortly before Revenge had come out.
But the best part of the job was getting to work with Frank. The rest of the band was super nice and welcoming, but Frank was so generous and he seemed to care about making your job easier whenever he could. Every time you switched out a guitar for him, he’d grin at you as if you were his personal savior. When you’d first started working for Frank, you’d been nervous that it would affect your friendship, but it had only brought you closer.
However, you were trying to be cautious because you knew you were starting to fall for him. You figured that he was just nice to you because he was nice to the rest of the crew, but you often caught yourself wondering what it would be like to kiss him or to run your fingers through his hair, which he’d taken to wearing longer, down to his shoulders. You knew you couldn’t act on these feelings because you figured he’d never like you back and saying or doing the wrong thing could put you out of a job and you really wanted to keep working with him, not just because of your crush.
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You were just about finished setting up before MyChem took the stage for tonight. You handed Frank his first guitar and he put his hand over yours on the neck of the instrument, holding you in his hazel eyed gaze.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“You’re welcome.” You felt proud that your voice didn’t tremble and you prayed he didn’t notice your hand shaking beneath his.
He turned to head to the side of the stage, but then ran back to you.
“Did you forget something, Frank?” You asked.
“Yeah. I just wanted to say you look really nice tonight,” he said.
Your cheeks burned as you averted your gaze. “Thanks.”
You watched him play his heart out, still bewildered from the compliment he’d given you. It wasn’t the first time, but usually his praise was about your work. Your stomach fluttered at the idea that he noticed how you looked. You usually dressed for comfort, in jeans, band shirts, and hoodies and you weren’t dressed that differently tonight, apart from the fact that you were wearing your favorite hoodie. You liked it because it was comfortable, but you also thought that it brought out the color in your eyes.
The show was nearing the end, when Gerard started walking around the stage as he spoke into his microphone.
“So before we play our last song, we wanted to give a big thank you to our crew who do such an amazing job at every show. Thank you to our merch, our lights and sound people--”
Frank cut in. “And I just wanted to call my guitar tech, Y/N, to the stage for a minute. Y/N, where you at, girl?”
Your face burned as you shrunk back, but you saw Frank walking over to you, his guitar still slung around his neck. He lifted one hand, beckoning you gently with one finger. “Come on,” he mouthed, his lips curling in a sweet smile.
You sighed, walking onstage to a crowd of thousands, who were all screaming for you. ‘Bet they’d scream for just about anything if Frank told them to,’ you thought bitterly to yourself. But all thoughts went out of your head as Frank took your hand and led you over to his mic so he could talk.
“This is Y/N, my amazing guitar tech, she keeps me in line all night, can we give her a big round of applause?” Frank asked the crowd, lifting his arms up towards the pit. You blushed over his comment about “keeping him in line all night,” and hoped the stage lights didn’t show how red you felt.
The crowd went wild once again and your face burned even more as you felt Frank wrap his arm around you and pull you into a hug, discreetly kissing your cheek. It was such a quick peck that you were almost sure you’d imagined it, but when Frank pulled away from you, he was blushing too, but grinning, the corners of his hazel eyes crinkling.
Frank finally let you go and you escaped to the sanctuary of backstage. You hadn’t wanted to hurt Frank’s feelings by running away, but it made you nervous being in the spotlight. And that kiss on your cheek had made your heart soar, but now you felt nervous. What did it mean?
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After that night, you tried to keep yourself busy and limit your interactions with Frank. You didn’t know what his intentions were and you were scared you weren’t good enough for him. You had never really dated anyone and you knew he’d had quite a few relationships, so you were also afraid that your inexperience would be a turnoff for him.
It was hard to totally avoid him though, especially since you worked for him and you’d seen his face fall enough to know that he’d noticed and wasn’t happy about it, but you couldn’t help it.
Finally, he cornered you one day backstage while one of the opening bands set up for their set.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” he murmured.
Your heart stopped. You were caught. There was no avoiding the conversation now. You swallowed hard. “Frank, I
I’m sorry. Can we talk about this somewhere more private?” As you said this, you saw Gerard out of the corner of your eye, looking over at the two of you, his eyebrows furrowed. Gerard was hard to miss these days, with his bright red hair.
Frank nodded and you let him take your hand and pull you away from everyone else. Once you’d stopped walking, he held your hand in his still, loose enough that you could let go if you wanted to, but tight enough that you could sense that Frank didn’t want to let you go.
He sighed. “Look, I--I’m sorry if I scared you off that night when I called you onstage, but I just--I wanted to show you how special you are to me and how much I like you, I just didn’t really know how. I didn’t plan on kissing your cheek, it just happened, so if you’ve been avoiding me because of that, I’m so sorry. I never want to make you uncomfortable and I want you to know that we’ll do whatever you want. If you want to pretend this never happened, we can do that, if you want to leave tour--”
You’d been listening to him ramble, your heart fluttering in your chest as he said everything you’d hoped to hear from him, but when he mentioned you leaving tour, you had to stop him. “Frank, I don’t wanna leave tour.”
His face lit up with a cautious sort of hope. “You don’t?”
You shook your head, offering him a small smile. “No, I don’t.”
He sighed in relief. “Thank God. So what is it then? I miss you and I want us to be good again.”
You sighed. “I like you too. I like you so much that it scares me. A-and I could tell you liked me too and that scared me even more.”
He frowned. “Why? You never have to be afraid of me, you know that.”
You bit your lip. “I know. It’s not that. It’s just that
you know I’m not very experienced when it comes to this kind of thing. And I’m insecure that I’ll screw it up, or that I won’t be good at
you know.” You trailed off, blushing furiously.
His full lips curved in a slight smile, his hazel eyes full of warmth and love for you. “Y/N, you’re going to be amazing, because you’re amazing. But we can slow things down, I can
I can back off a little if that’s what you need.”
You nodded. “Not too far back though,” you whispered, smiling slightly.
He reached his hand out to yours, linking your pinky with yours. The simple, gentle touch felt amazing.
“Better?” He asked, his eyes searching yours.
You nodded, reaching up with your other hand to brush his hair out of his face. It had grown down to his shoulders and you loved the way it looked, even when it obscured his beautiful eyes. “Thanks, Frank.”
He smiled. “Of course.”
The two of you took things slow over the next few months. Frank was unendingly patient with you, which made you feel brave enough to progress your relationship. You still worked for him, since it gave the two of you the chance to spend a lot of time together and travel around the world. You loved watching him play music and jump around the stage like a maniac. And after every show, he was yours, and that was all that mattered.
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moonxmagix · 2 years ago
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Daddy's Girl NSFW
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Pairing: Frank Iero x Fem Reader
CW: Age gap, teacher frank, student reader, light smut, daddy issues, soft frank, underage drinking, mentions of the word daddy, def sexual tension
Summary: Frank is your teacher and you two hit it off. Y/N has heavy daddy issues and Frank takes you in. He treats you like what your childhood self deserved, safety and love.
A/N: This is VERY long. I wrote 11 pages on Google Docs so I'm very sorry LMAO. It might be a bit wordy and not super smutty if thats okay. I wanted to write something softer in nature. Also apologize if there are any grammar mistakes. :)
Reblogs appreciated!
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As I sat there in an uncomfortable school chair, surrounded by the ghosts of my past, I stared out the window that was covered in rain. The day was gloomy, constant thundering and on and off downpour. I tapped my foot up and down while playing with my bunny keychain as my anxiety washes over me. School always made me anxious and hate myself, constantly feeling at battle with myself and others. 
It was my senior year and I just turned 18, so all I had to do was wait to get out of here. Kinda like prison if you think about it. Our school had uniforms and if anything that was the best  part about this place, not to mention it looked like some old money school for rich kids. Which was funny because a lot of the kids here come from nothing, like me. 
My drug addicted mother raised me semi alone, meaning that she constantly had men in and out of her life. My real father left when I was only a few months old so I never had that strong, protective father figure in my life. I craved someone to love me, hold me tight, whatever fathers do with their daughters. My moms boyfriends that were long term, aka 6 months, would try their best to be there for me but as soon as I got comfortable with them they were gone. 
I tried to stay out of relationships out of fear that the same cycle would happen to me. 
“Y/N? Are you listening?” Mr. Iero said, pulling me out of my daze. My head quickly turned to him, almost embarrassed, “Yes sir, sorry.” He turned back to board, continuing the lesson. Mr. Iero was my english/music teacher, he taught both. The first day I walked into his class I had a massive crush on, like journaling and daydreaming about him crush. I never made advances to him because what would he think?
I can’t get him in trouble and I can’t jeopardize my education for some man. I once again zoned out heavily, staring out the window. I watched as a father checked out his daughter early for school it seems, hugging each other under the umbrella as they smiled together. I sighed, rolling my eyes at the sight. Almost disgusting to me but that's just the jealousy getting to me.
“Y/N? Please pay attention, we have an important test coming up and you can’t miss this,” he sighed, putting a hand on his hip. Everyone turned to stare at me as I got smaller in my seat. When I looked back at everyone else to me they had dark eyes, something evil brewing but also something dead. I know realistically that a lot of the people here never paid attention but were much better at hiding it I think. 
“Please see me at the end of school,” he said and a few people let “Ooo” escape their mouths. Thanks Mr. Iero for embarrassing me. I wanted to hate him for that but another part of my brain desired to have that alone time with him. Even a hug from him would suffice my animalistic hunger for him. Just, “I’m proud of you,” would motivate me for the rest of the year. 
Class was dismissed and I quickly got out of there but he caught my wrist before I could, “Promise me you’ll be here after school. You can’t ditch like the last time.” I nodded and promised him that I would be back. The last time that happened I left out of pure anxiety, I threw up in the hallway on my way to his class. But safe to say this time I could get myself through it. 
I went to my locker to change out books and my best friend Livvy came up to me, “Wanna hang out after school? I wanna get coffee,” she said excitedly. “Maybe, Mr. Iero wants to see me after my last class,” I said, I didn’t want to disappoint her. “Omg again? Did you space out again (nickname)?” she said, lightly punching my arm. 
“Yeah, I just hope it’s quick. If so, I’ll make sure to call you when I’m done,”  I said with a smile. We said our goodbyes as I went to all of my other classes. I watched the clock as it quickly rang, I took a few deep breaths as I prepared myself to see Mr. Iero. I know it couldn’t be that bad but my anxiety tried to convince me otherwise. 
I looked through the glass of the door and saw no one inside so I thought maybe this could be my excuse as to why I didn’t show. “Right on time!” a voice behind me said. It startled me so I turned to see that it was Mr. Iero. I softly smiled as he unlocked the door to let us in. I didn’t see it but I heard him lock the door behind me. 
I stood in front of his desk leaning against a student's desk. He stood in front of me also leaning against his desk. I kept my eyes to the ground for the most part, “Are you okay? You’ve been very quiet and dazed in almost every class,” he said in a soft voice. My tense shoulders relaxed, still not sure how to respond, “You can tell me, Y/N.” He took a couple steps closer. 
“Look at me,” he said in a more demanding tone. I looked at him and he smirked, I wanted to fall to my knees right then and there. He rolled up his sleeves to reveal his tattoos, “I..I’ve just been going through a lot at home,” I said to put it simply. “Sit, let’s talk about it,” he said sitting in the students chair next to me. I sat down hesitantly, I don’t know if he actually cared about me or what. I guess we’ll find out. 
I told him about my mom and everything that I’ve been struggling with. I didn’t outright tell him about my struggles with men and not having a father figure of sorts. But he’s smart, so he could probably piece things together based on  how I answered some of his questions. At the end of my story I let a few tears escape from my eyes, he reached his hand up and gently wiped them. 
He placed his other hand on my knee, rubbing his thumb on it. “You have nothing to worry about with me hun,” he said sweetly, maintaining tense eye contact. He was such a good listener and never interrupted me. “Your secrets are safe with me, I’m so glad you’re finally opening up to me. Since the beginning of the year I’ve had my eye on you, there’s something special about you, Y/N,”  he said, whispering the last sentence. 
He grabbed my hand and held it tightly in his. I felt my face heat up like a thousand suns and my heart rate picked up. I couldn’t help but let a smile form on my face, “That’s my girl. No need to be sad when you’re around me. Hey, I’ll even move your desk closer up to mine, yeah?” I nodded, feeling like such a typical schoolgirl. 
He looked at the clock, “I should probably let you go now. Here,’ he said, handing me a little piece of paper. I pocketed it in my bag and before I left he gave me a big, warm hug. The smell of cigarettes and cologne hit my nostrils, it was a smell so intoxicating that it would stay with me throughout the rest of the day. I left and ran out of there to my house, it downpoured on me though. It made me feel like I was in a movie of sorts, I let the rain fall and drench my uniform and hair.
I ran inside and went straight to my room to text Livvy, it was Friday so I told her to come spend the night with me. I really didn’t want to tell anyone about what happened but she was the only person I could trust with this information, she understood. She literally has a sugar daddy, she has no room to judge me! 
Livvy came over and got settled right in with snacks and cute pajamas. “Tell me everything!” she said excitedly. I giggled, “He asked me if anything was wrong, I avoided but he pried so I spilled everything. And now he’s moving my desk up to his, he touched my leg and hugged me!” We were both laughing and blushing over this. 
“Oh! I think he gave me his number,” I told her, remembering the paper he gave me that I still haven’t opened yet. “Bitch show me!” she said excitedly. I got the paper from my bag and counted down from 3, I opened it and it had his number inside. “Text him now!” she said getting my phone from my nightstand. 
I input his number into my phone, “What do I say though?” I bit my nails. “Something flirty for sure,” she said, taking a sip of her drink. I started to type: hii its Y/N, miss our time together already xo 
“Bitch that's good!! He’s bound to fall in love with you now,” she joked. 
Hours went by without checking my phone and it was around 8pm. I checked my phone during our movie and he asked to call me, I sat up straight with my eyes wide. “He wants to call,” I said suddenly. “Oh shit! I’ll turn the tv down and I’ll stay quiet,” she shushed herself. 
I gave the phone a ring and he picked it up almost instantly, I put it on speaker phone. 
Frank: Doing okay? 
Me: yeah, thanks for letting me vent. Made me feel a lot better 
Frank: I’m glad, honey. 
Livvy looked at me with shock, “Honey?!” she mouthed covering it with her hand. 
Frank: Um, I wanted to ask if you wanna hang out tomorrow? You don't have-
Me: Yes. I’d love to! 
Frank: What time are you free then?
Me: Umm maybe around 12?
Frank: Sounds like a date then
We both hung up and we’re screaming with joy, I never thought this day would come. Hanging out with a teacher outside of school? Is that legal? I couldn’t back out now, my fate was decided. “What am I gonna wear?” I said, asking Livvy for help. She’s always been the cooler one in terms of fashion, so I can trust her to dress me. 
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It was 10 am and I had just the right amount of time to get ready. I checked my phone and he said he’d be picking me up at my place. Livvy left already and I sat down in front of my floor length mirror and put on light makeup. I got dressed in a black skirt, sheer black leggings, doc martens, and a white and black striped sweater. 
The clock finally turned 12 and I looked out my window to not see a car yet. I sighed with relief because in reality I definitely didn't feel ready. I checked my phone and Mr. Iero said he would be there in 5. I went ahead and stood out front to wait for him. 
His car pulled up and he got out to greet me, “Wow, you look great!” he said with a smile. He had on sunglasses and chewed his gum kinda obnoxiously but hot. He gave me a big hug and opened the door for me, his car was super clean surprisingly. “Where are we going?” I ask timidly. 
“Downtown, get some coffee and donuts,” he smiled, placing his hand on my thigh. “How’d you know where my house was?” I asked. “Teachers have access to those kinds of things,” I just nodded in response staring out the window. It was pretty cloudy and I was kinda hoping it’d rain. 
We got to the coffee  place downtown, “This is my special spot, for a special girl,” he smirked. I felt my stomach overfill with butterflies and a sparked joy I didn’t know I could feel around  somebody. He got out the umbrella and interlocked arms with me, I looked at him with such content but confusion. I felt like I didn’t deserve any of this, none of the kindness, none of the listening, nothing. 
He told me to sit down at a booth while he ordered us stuff. I texted Livvy while sitting there: 
Me: Liv i think im in love no joke 
Liv: i would be too 
Me: were getting coffee rn ill update soon 
He came back and sat a delicious smelling coffee in front of me, “Thank you Mr. Iero,” I said. “Call me Frank, no need for that outside of school,” he said, he grabbed my hand that was on top of the table. I looked at him, blushing hard, what if someone saw us? 
We talked about the things we both liked and hated, we actually had a lot in common. “You like Elvis?!” he said, shocked. “Yeah and?! It’s a comfort thing,” I defended. “Explain,” he said, taking a sip of his coffee. “Sometimes when my mom was out I’d spend the night with my grandfather and in the morning while cooking breakfast he’d play Elvis,”  I said, reminiscing when I actually had a somewhat stable relationship with a man. 
I think Frank noticed my mood diminish into something solemn. “Let's grab those donuts, I have somewhere else I wanna show you,” he said, grabbing my hand. He showed me off proudly, it felt like he was telling everyone around him to look at me but not in the way I’m used to. He put his mouth close to my ear, “We’ll have to share a donut, they’re almost out of everything,” he said, placing a kiss on my cheek. 
We walked under the umbrella together as we started to share the donut, “Don’t lift a finger princess,” he said while holding the donut up to my mouth. He basically gave me the whole thing while he only had a couple bites. “Why do you treat me like this?” I asked him, curious as to why he is so fond of treating me like
a girlfriend? 
“I think you deserve it, Y/N. I’ll explain more later,” he said with such sincerity, gripping my hand tighter. Was this going to be a whole day affair? My mom hasn’t been home for a few days so I didn’t feel the need to tell her where I was, it wasn’t like she was answering my messages anyway!
“What’s wrong hun?” he said, taking down the umbrella as the rain had stopped and the sun came out. “My mom hasn't answered my messages, it's been days,” I said, a little disappointed. “I’ll look after you, don't worry about it,” he said as we showed up to a record store. I gasped as I could never afford to buy my own records, it felt like a dream. 
We went inside and looked around, I looked around for a ‘The Cure’ album. As I kept looking I felt a body press up behind me and place their arms around my waist and a head on my shoulder. He placed soft kisses on my neck causing me to giggle, I felt him do the same in my neck. “Find what you need?” he asked. “Yeah, did you?” his hands were empty. “Yeah,” he smiled playfully like he was up to something but not sure what. 
“Bullshit. You need to get something or else I’ll feel bad that you spent all your money on me,” I said feeling slight guilt about him buying things for me. “I have you, that’s all I need,” he said, pulling me to the register and pulls out his card faster than I can reach for my purse zipper. 
He handed me the bag of my records and we left. We didn’t do anything much except go thrifting and it was already 7 PM. “I have one place left to go,” he smiled, pulling out of the spot. “I feel like we’ve been everywhere already,” I said, whining. “Be a good girl and don’t whine for me, okay?” that immediately put me in my place and I complied. I could see a smirk on his face, he knew what he did to me. 
I heard a song on the radio that I liked and immediately turned it up, it was You Get Me So High by The Neighbourhood. “You like them?” he asked. “Love them! I’ve seen them in concert  twice already,” I said proudly. Livvy knew I couldn’t afford it but she ever so kindly  bought them for me. 
After a short drive we made it to our destination, a bar. It was quite crowded, I wasn't even old enough to drink yet. I looked at him worried, “I’m not 21..” I said. “I can get you in darling, don’t worry,” he said reassuringly. I trusted him but I tightened my lips anxiously. He was able to get me in because he was close friends with the guy at the front. 
We got in and the music was at a comfortably loud volume. He dragged me to the bar and ordered me a drink but I couldn’t tell you what it was. Tasted great though! 
I downed a couple drinks and I basically became a melting mess in Frank's hands. I held onto  him for dear life like someone was trying to pull me away from him. I dragged him outside for a cigarette break, I pulled them out of bag and I forgot my lighter, “I forgot my fuckin lighter.” He laughed at my tone and lit my cigarette for me. 
We stood inches apart, he held my waist with his tattooed hand. I took a huff of my cig and blew it in his face, “Naughty girl,” he chuckled. He pulled me in to kiss him and our lips collided. The taste of cigarettes and alcohol mixed perfectly with each other. I wrapped my arms around his neck, not wanting to release. 
I shared my cigarette with him and he whispered in my ear, “How about you come over to my place for the night?” My heart was beating out of its chest, “Are you sure that's okay? I would need to get my stuff at home,” I said. “We can stop by your place first baby, I do have a few room-mates if that’s okay,” he said looking away embarrassed. “More the merrier!” I joked. 
We drove back to my place and I led him up to my room, he sat on my bed and I packed up a couple things. I turned around putting my hands on my hips, “All packed,” I smiled. He patted his hand insinuating for me to sit on his lap, so I did. I wrapped my arms around his neck, “My pretty girl,” he whispered while pushing my hair out of my face. 
“I really don’t understand why you like me, Frank,” I said, that feeling of undeservingness washing over me. “Look at you Y/N!. What is there not to like about you? We have so much in common and I can’t get over how beautiful you are,” I need all the reassurance I can get. What if he leaves me? Would another man treat me like Frank does? 
“Do you promise not to leave?” I asked tearfully. “What? Of course I do, Y/N. How could I do that to you sweetheart?” he said, hugging me tightly. “We should get going,” he said softly. I nodded and he grabbed my bags for me as we walked back to the car. 
We got to Frank's place and it was dimly lit, it smelled of cigarettes and expensive musky candles. I saw band equipment set up, “What’s all this?” I asked. “Oh, me and my friends do gigs on the side,” he chuckled as we walked to the kitchen. A timid man turned around to greet us, he gave Frank a hug and gave me a handshake. Firmly. 
“Nice to meet you,” I said shyly. “Franks said a lot about you, nice to meet you,” he smiled kindly and I furrowed my brows a little confused. He talks about me? What did he say? More  questions to be answered. 
Frank hurried me to his room, it was spacious and had a few of his guitars displayed on the walls. He disappeared for a second and brought back a shirt and pajama pants of his, “Put these on,” I took them. I went into the bathroom bringing my toiletries along with me. I changed into his oversized clothes and  washed my face. 
I brought out my phone and snapped a pic of me in the mirror sending it to Livvy. She replied almost instantly: not you going home with him !! be safe !! she replied.
I went back out and put my other clothes back in my bag, “You have such a nice room,” I complimented. “Biggest one in the house,” he brags. I hadn’t noticed before but he turned the radio on and it was on a classic rock station. The room was filled with cigarette smoke and incense. Lamps created the perfect sensual ambience. 
I laid my head on his soft pillows and Frank hovered over me, caressing my face with his hand. Something came over me, my eyes filled with tears and escaped the corner of my eyes. “What’s wrong princess?” he said, worried. I shook my head, sobbing. Never was I good enough to ever receive a love like this before. Here I had it. 
“Tell daddy what’s wrong princess,” that broke me. I couldn’t tell if I was imagining all of this or if it was some sick joke. I straddled his lap, crying into his shoulder. His hand rubbed up and down my back sensually. “I’ve never felt such an overwhelming amount of love and adoration from a man before,” I stated plainly. 
He asked me to talk about it so I did. I told him about the men this time, while I did we drank. It got to the point where I only started seeing flashes of my surroundings. One minute I was taking off my clothes, then I was sitting on top of Frank, then throwing my head back and moaning. 
I remember seeing Frank go down on me and him forcing my legs open as I was ready to release on his face. Flashes of Frank saying things like, “You're daddy’s good girl
I’ll never hurt you
you’re safe with me
shh you’re okay sweetheart.” His voice vibrated through my skin. 
Soon enough I passed out, naked and covered up by the warm sheets. I woke up groggy and still a little drunk around 3 am and had my clothes put back on. I groaned and didn’t see Frank in bed with me but playing guitar across the room. “Frank?” I said, rubbing my eyes. He immediately rushed to my side to comfort me, “Are you okay princess?” he said. 
I nodded, “Could you get me some water?” I asked because my voice was hoarse. He brought back water to me and I downed it as fast as I could. He got into bed with me and I cuddled up at his side, holding on for life. 
I grabbed Frank's face pressing our lips together, I longed for his kiss and his desire. He pulled away and cupped my face, “If you were my little girl, I’d do whatever I could do for you,” he said softly. “I am,” I stated so desperately wanting him to take me in, live with him, devote my life to him. “I’d even run away and hide with you if I could. You’re daddy’s girl,” he said pulling me into his chest. 
To be safe and sound in his heart forever. 
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disenchantingwrites · 2 years ago
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Hold Me Close ‱ F.I
It’s been weeks, months, since you got to see your husband. When he returns, you want nothing more than to be with him, and he has no objections.
Frank Iero x GN!Reader
A/N: I am so whipped for this man omg. My MCR hyperfixation has come back (I saw them and it's now my only personality trait) so there might be some more if I can fix my burnt out state :/
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Frank had been gone for so long; you were sure by the time he got back, you would have forgotten his face. Okay, yes, maybe you were being slightly dramatic, especially considering he video-called you almost every night, but it felt that way. Touring was always busy, and you were occupied, too, with work and the kids when they got back from school. It felt almost strange to have him back with you, and you knew it was weird, too, not being on tour, but both of you were glad to have each other so close now.
“I wish I could just curl up with you and never let you go,” you hummed, taking the space on the sofa beside Frank. He grinned at you, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.
“I know.” His hand snaked around your waist, pulling you tight against him. “I missed you.”
You smiled at his affection. “I missed you, too.” Your brain swirled with an idea, and before you or Frank could say anything, you were sitting on his lap, palms cupping his face.
“What’re you doing?” He frowned, hands immediately coming to your waist to keep you there.
You pressed a kiss to his forehead. He furrowed his eyebrows at your lacking response. Then you pressed one to his nose, then one to the spot beneath his eye. He grinned at your actions, a soft laugh passing his lips. Your thumbs stroked his cheeks as you pressed your lips to his jaw, ignoring the stubble.
“Is this how you plan to spend your lunch break?” He queried, amused as he pressed his forehead to the top of your head. You hummed in response and shrugged. “I’m not complaining, but you should get something to eat.”
“I can eat while I work, Frank. Just let me spend this with you. I haven’t seen you in so long.”
You pressed another kiss to his cheek on the opposite side. He didn't respond, only ran his hands up and down your sides. You pulled back for a moment, silently looking into each other’s eyes before you smiled at him. He returned it momentarily. You leaned down and pressed your lips against his into a tender kiss that felt like it lasted for an eternity, which still wasn't enough.
“I love you,” you murmured.
“I love you, too, sweetheart,” Frank replied.
He leant forward and connected your lips again. You curled your fingers into his hair, unable to repress your grin. You pulled away and pressed another kiss to his forehead. Your hand slipped down to the scorpion tattoo on the side of his neck. He hummed your name, and your eyes darted back to him.
“How long do you have until you’ve got to get back to work?” His fingers were trailing back down your sides, only to slip under the hem of your shirt. “Because...”
You could catch the innuendo he uttered and rolled your eyes. “Little more than half an hour.”
Frank’s grin widened. “Brilliant.”
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mcrimagines · 2 years ago
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imagine: Frank Iero is crawling in your ear, you tell him to stop- but he is in there.
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xxpumpkin-spiceexx · 2 years ago
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some whack-ass MCR memes
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katyjane91 · 2 months ago
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Whenever I see the sheer love that people still have for My Chemical Romance, the way that they made a single piano note so recognizable, I think of this Cracked article from 2006 and laugh and laugh and laugh
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swagsmeister · 1 month ago
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there wasn’t a backstage group mcr/fob pic so i had to do it myself đŸ˜ĄđŸ€ŹđŸ€Ź
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cemeterygrace · 2 months ago
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all is as it should be on no but seriously imagine it eve
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mcrmakesmedance · 2 months ago
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i also put these on insta but like seriously imagine it
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oldiesstationlover11607 · 21 days ago
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Mistletoe
Word Count: 968
A/N: This was written ages ago but I have a new Frank one coming soon hehe!
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“Frank! Get off me!” I shout, shoving him off the couch. We’ve never gotten along, even when the band first started we didn’t get along. I don’t know how I managed to actually avoid him during the early days when we were touring in the van. 
“Oh fuck off Em. It’s Christmas, maybe pretend you like me for the next 24 hours,” he chuckles, grabbing another beer from the fridge. For the first time, we’re playing a Christmas show, something that both Mikey and I have been wanting to do since we started the band. 
“Please be nice to each other, you two, it’s literally the last show of the tour for god’s sake,” Ray carries a table full of gifts into the dressing room followed by Gerard and Mikey who are both wearing Santa hats. I check the clock and see we’ve got about 4 hours before stage time, just enough time to go through presents, get changed into our uniforms and do makeup. Ray hands out presents to each person and by the time he’s done everyone has a small stack next to them.
“You go first Em!” Mikey grins widely, pointing at the present clearly from him. 
“Okay,” I smile back at him, grabbing the brightly coloured present and tearing the paper apart. It’s a book, hardcover. A copy of his favorite book that I’ve always wanted to read, Watchmen. 
“Oh shit Mikey you got her Watchmen? Sick!” Gerard pats his brother’s shoulder, clearly excited that I’m finally going to be reading the book. 
Frank grabs his present that I got for him, it’s small but I think he’ll like it. Trust me, I thought a lot about what to get him. It’s wrapped in a light pink-purple color, his favorite. 
“What’d you get him?” Gerard whispers into my ear but I just wave him away. 
He rips the paper and throws it into the pile on the floor sitting in front of Mikey. And there, finally after a month of searching, finally sitting in his lap, is a limited edition pressing of his favorite Black Flag record. 
“Holy shit. What the fuck Em, how did you get this?” he asks, holding it up and looking at the back cover. 
“It took a while if that’s what you’re asking you fucker,” I smirk from my side of the couch. 
“This must’ve cost you all your savings, oh my god,” he stares down at it. 
“Yeah and you better enjoy it or else,” I laugh at him and he nods excessively. 
Gerard goes next and opens Ray’s gift which is a new set of markers which he looks extremely grateful for. Gee and his art always make him the easiest to buy gifts for. Ray moves to open his from Mikey which is simply a new set of guitar strings and picks which earns him a lovely smile. But before we circle back to Mikey, Frank gets up and walks out whispering something to Gerard who nods and walks out with him. 
“Any idea where they’re going?” I ask Ray who just shakes his head. Gerard walks back in a few minutes later and states, 
“You are not ready for this Em. I swear,” he has the biggest smile ever on his face. Frank walks in with a large box that goes up to his waist and hands it over to me. 
“Wait this is for me?” I look up at him confused but he just nods. 
I unwrap the paper and open the brown cardboard box. A shiny purple guitar, a Les Paul, sits there in my lap. A custom, it has to be. Straight from the shop. My jaw drops and I look up at Frank. 
“Is this from all of you guys?” 
“Just Frank,” Gerard sits down on the floor. 
“Shit. Now feel bad for telling you to fuck off earlier,” I sigh. 
The rest of the guys open their presents and head off to wardrobe and makeup to get ready for the show but I stay behind. Frank walks in, already in full uniform with his eyeliner smudged on his face. 
“You look good,” I look up at him but he just brushes it off. 
“I don’t hate you Em. You know that right?” he asks. 
“Yeah I know Frank. I don’t hate you either,” I get up off the couch and walk over to him. 
“Guess what?” he asks, smirking. 
“What?” I say, looking into his eyes. He points up at the bar on the roof and I tilt my head up to look at it. Mistletoe. 
“Oh,” I mutter.
“Oh,” he smiles, placing his hands on my waist. 
“Are we?” 
“I don't need mistletoe to kiss you,” he pulls me closer. He’s going to kiss me isn’t he? “Yeah I’m going to kiss you.” 
“Do I want this?” I ask out loud, not realizing it. 
“Yeah, we’ve been waiting to do this forever,” he cups my face and brings his lips forward and presses them against mine. He tastes like root beer, his lips soft and smooth against my own. I run my fingers down through his hair, dyed black like the rest of us and he moans into my mouth. I run my tongue along his silver lip ring before pulling away to take a breath. 
“Fuck Frankie,” I breathe out. “It’s the goddamn uniform I swear.” Frank laughs under his breath. 
“Would you two stop making out and actually get ready for the show?” Gerard pops his head in through the door. 
“Yeah we’re coming,” I smile, walking away looking at Frank. 
“Come find me after the show,” he whispers before sitting down on the couch and waiting for what I hope will be the best show ever. 
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REQUESTS OPEN
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frnkiebby · 5 months ago
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ray looks so fucking tired~🎃
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moonxmagix · 2 years ago
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Dad's Best Friend NSFW
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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 đŸ„č
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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wamscoastsmokerrr · 1 year ago
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no but seriously imagine it:
You’re seeing fall out boy at the wwwy festival 2024. Everyone is having a great time. Fall out boy seem a little excited. “We have a surprise for you guys.” Patrick says. All of a sudden Cobra Starship comes out and start singing “the kids are all fucked up.” When Gabe gets to the chorus, someone else starts singing
‹“When I was a young boy my father took me into the city to see a marching band.”‹Lights flash everywhere, and you see FOB singing “the kids are all fucked up” along with Cobra Starship, while MCR is singing “Black parade”. Everyone in the crowd is going wild and crying. Then if things couldn’t get any better, Dan and Phil walk onto stage and kiss, holding the gay flag.
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t-a-l-i-a18 · 8 months ago
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You’ll never catch me naming my dog Soup
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so-much-for-stardust6 · 1 month ago
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Before The Show- Frank Iero
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summary: frank eats you out before his show
frank iero x female reader
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warnings: smut
a/n: adding mcr to my masterlist :p
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“you gonna be a good girl and be quiet?” frank whispers, slowly unbuttoning my pants.
i look down at him, heart beating out of my chest at the sight of him between my legs. i gulp and nod fast, desperate for him. he smirks and slide off my shoes to fully take off my pants. i was laying there in my boyfriend’s trailer only in my underwear, only having an hour to eat me out. my breathing become raged as he grabs onto the hem of my underwear and seductively pulls them off. i noticed he shoved them inside of his underwear, probably saving it for later. his pupils dilate when he looks at me, seeing how wet i got just from him. he swiped up some of my wetness, shoving it in his mouth and sucking his fingers. he hums at the taste, nearly moaning.
“always taste so good..”
“frank please
” i beg, bucking up my hips.
he chuckles at my eagerness, shoving my hips back down. he got into position, placing my legs on his shoulders and got face to face with me. he took one more look into my eyes, smirking and giving me a wink before diving into my pussy. i gasped out as he tongue lapped me up, swallowing my juices. i moaned out loud, squeezing my eyes shut at his abilities. my hips grinded against his face as a way to get more friction. his nose rubbed against my clit, adding sparks to my stomach. his hands held onto my hips, gripping them with force. he watched me wriggle and arch my back, slightly smirking at the fact he’s making me like this. thankfully frank’s trailer was far from everyone, nearly in the back of the lot. i didn’t try to be quiet since no one would hear us.
“frank! fuck!” i cry out, hands flying to his hair.
i grabbed onto it, pulling him closer to me. he decided to finally add his fingers, pumping them inside me. his tongue rapidly lapped me up as he pumped his fingers inside me. one of the pros of having a guitarist boyfriend is that he’s very skilled with his fingers, in any way. he curled them as they slid inside, slightly hitting my g-spot every time. i was a moaning and crying mess, squirming underneath him like crazy.
“frank..i-“ he cut me off with a hum.
i moan out this name at the feeling, my sense dialed way up. he continued what he was doing, this time staring straight at me as i was cumming. watching as my face contorts with pleasure, feeling my heels dig into his back. he fastened his pace to overwhelm me, my body sensitive after the orgasm.
“f-frank
” i gasp out, trying to wiggle away.
he held my hips down with his arm, still watching me as another orgasm approaches. my legs slightly shook as i came, throwing my head back into the couch as much as i can. frank laughed as i pulled him away from me, my legs slumped from the pushing i had to do.
“you sure you don’t wanna go another round?” he smirks, licking his lips of my juices.
“i’m pretty fucking sure, frank.” i say out of breath.
i closed my eyes as i laid there, chest rapidly rising up and down. i heard him clean himself up by licking me off. he began to kiss me, starting from my thighs up to my face. he peppered soft kisses on my cheeks, making me giggle.
“my sweet girl, in many ways.” he winked.
“so gross. go get ready, you have a show soon.” i laugh, shoving him off of me.
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