my fanfic

i write fanfic. mcr and fob are my main fandoms. 1 oneshot every day. Mostly fluff! one nfsw a week. i suck at nfsw writing anyway, so you should be thankful

Just Let Me Sleep

fluff

polyship au

to avoid confusion: frank: he/him lynz: she/her gerard: they/them

prorev!gee prorev!frank blonde!lynz

about 850 words, give or take a few.

“Babe..” Frank grumbled, rubbing his eyes.

“Which one?” Lyn-Z looked up from her phone.

“You, idiot. Gee is angel, and you're babe, baby, bae, etc.”

“And i just say condescending old fashioned shit that you think sounds like something your mom would call you.”

“Well, yeah. Nobody says 'darling' anymore unless they're raping you!” Frank protested.

“Hot.” Lyn-Z said.

“I hate you so much right now you have no fucking idea

“I was enjoying my sleep until you two decided to start chatting it up. What are we talking about?” Gee buried their face into their pillow.

“Pet names.” Lyn-Z said.

“I like pet names.” Gee smiled.

“We know you do, angel. Thats why we use them.”

“Frank is right, love.”

Gee sat up in bed and yawned, stretching their arms wide. “What time is it?”

“Nine.” Frank pushed a strand of hair behind Gee's ear. “Its Saturday; you don't need to worry about getting ready for work.”

“But you do need to worry about getting ready for me.” Lyn-Z wiggled her eyebrows.

Frank threw a pillow at her.

“Hey! You can't do that! I'm the boss in this relationship!”

“I do whatever the fuck I want.” Frank stuck his tongue out at his girlfriend.

“Can you be more quiet about doing whatever the fuck you want? I'm trying to sleep.” Gee nuzzled into Franks shoulder.

Frank pushed him off, causing Gee to yelp and grab onto Lyn-Z's shoulders to prevent themself from falling into the nightstand.

“You cant sleep,” Frank complained, “You promised you would go to the zoo with me so i could take pictures of the Komodo dragons, remember?”

“I remember! You said you would go with frankie, darling. theres no getting out of this.” Lyn-Z piped up.

Gee sighed and rolled their eyes. “I don't wanna get dressed though... I never know what to wear”

“And yet you always look hot as hell? Impossible.” Frank kissed Gee's forehead.

Lyn-Z sat up suddenly, her blonde hair falling into her face, “I have an idea, loves. What if i picked Gee's outfit, and then like, Gee picked Franks, and Frank picked mine. That could be fun, and Gee is gonna look adorable with my amazing fashion taste.”

“I like this idea because i get to be lazy.” Gee said, “Frank, you're wearing a sweatshirt and black jeans. done. outfit complete. Linds, go get my clothes, please and thank you.”

Lyn-Z got up and went to their closet, looking through Gee's section. The group had moved in together about a month ago, and she was still getting used to sharing a closet with two other people. Of course, she got her own dresser, for underwear and other things, but it was still odd.

Sometimes someone would forget where the border was between two peoples sections and one of Lyn-Z's skirts would end up with Frank's band tees.

It got chaotic at times, but in all honesty, Lyn-Z loved it. The mess of living with two others who you were romantically involved with was bound to get chaotic anyway.

She decided on giving Gee a sweater, because it was gonna be chilly out today, but also, they looked adorable in anything oversized. Win-win.

Lyn-Z grabbed Gee's favorite jeans as well. Black went with everything, so she wasn't too concerned about it not looking good with the baby blue sweater.

She threw the clothes at Gee, “Get up. I'm doing your hair, too.”

“What?” Gee pulled a blanket over their face, “I didn't sign up for this.”

“Stop grumbling and let Lyn-Z make you look cute!” Frank yelled.

“They're always cute,” Lyn-Z said.

“True, true. C'mon, angel. No more sleeping in. We have to get up and exist like adults.”

“I don't wanna.”

“I didn't wanna be in a polyamorous relationship at first, but now im desperately in love with you both. Maybe you'll fall in love with adulting.”

Gee sat up, but kept their eyes closed. “I will sleep walk around the zoo. Now help me get clothes on.”

“You aren't four. Dress yourself.” Frank said.

“Well I'll happily help Gee get dressed. You're missing out, just keep that in mind.” Lyn-Z glared at Frank jokingly. Frank attempted to glare back but ended up just giggling.

While Lyn-Z helped Gee get dressed, frank threw on a sweatshirt and jeans (as per Gee's 'request') and grabbed his camera to make sure the settings were right.

He then went through Lyn-Z's clothes and picked out the worst outfit he could think of so that she would have to walk around looking like a weirdo the whole day because he's nice.

“Ta-da~” Lyn-Z did jazz hands as Gee walked out of the bathroom with their hair curled. They were still refusing to open their eyes. “Aren't they just so pretty?”

“They are,” Frank agreed, pulling Lyn-Z into a hug. “You should be a hair stylist or something.”

She laughed. “Maybe.”

Gee pouted, “I haven't gotten attention in thirty seconds and i'm finding it very un-fun.”

Lyn-Z grabbed their face and kissed them hard, “There. Attention.”

Frank wondered why he ever had any doubts about this relationship because holy fuck he loved them both so so much.

You Only Dress Up For Me

married au

to avoid confusion: gee: he/him frank:he/him

photographer!dom!frank blogger!sub!gee

note: gee is a crossdresser in this. you have been warned.

about 550 words, give or take a few.

!!NFSW!! literally my first smut pls be gentle im aware that it sucks

“You're not going out in that outfit.”

Gerard sighed, turning to his husband. “Why not?”

Frank smirked, “Because you're mine, and you only dress up for me. Do you understand?”

Gerard nodded, but under his breath muttered, “not really.”

“What did you just say?” Frank raised his voice and glared at Gerard, but didn't move a muscle. His anger was always strangely calm.

“Not really.” Gerard gulped.

“Do you need me to make you understand?”

“N-no, sir.”

“Sir? Hmm. That's new.” Gerard's cheeks turned red as Frank stared him down. “You know, that skirt is too small for you; Must be kind of uncomfortable. Maybe you should take it off?”

Gerard looked up at Frank, his eyes innocent. Frank wasn't normally this straightforward with his flirting, at least verbally. He normally just initiated physical things blatantly. Gerard wasn't really sure how to react.

“You shy, angioletto?” Frank asked, “C'mere princess, it's okay.”

Gerard looked at the ground and shuffled over to his husband, sitting on his lap.

“Yeah? Good boy.” Frank smiled. “Can you get that skirt off for me?”

“Yeah..” Gerard stood up and clumsily pulled down his skirt, then melted back into Franks arms.

“Aw, are these the panties that you bought when we went to the mall last week?” Gerard nodded. “They look good on you.”

Frank held Gerard with one arm, and squeezed his ass with his available hand. Gerard whimpered.

“So pretty,” Frank mumbled, slipping his hand under Gerard's panties.

Gerard bucked his hips forward, “More, Frankie. Please.”

“More, huh? You aren't content with what I'm giving you?”

“That's not- Thats not what I meant.”

“Oh, really? Because it sure sounded like it.” Frank slapped Gerard across the face, “Don't be such a brat.”

Gerard rutted his hips against Franks thigh and let out a breathy moan. He buried his face in Franks neck.

“You know why you shouldn't be a brat?”

Gerard shook his head.

“Because brats don't get to come.”

“But-” Gerard started.

“No buts. Don't be a brat, or you get punished. Stay quiet, or you get punished.”

“A-ah... Frankie..” Gerard scrunched his eyes closed.

“Yes, angioletto?”

“I need more.. Need you.”

“Oh, really? I thought i told you to be quiet”

“You did, but, i really really need you.”

“I don't think you do. I think your going to come like this, humping my leg like a fucking animal.” Frank started bouncing his thigh in time with Gerards thrusts, “Yeah? You like that, don't you?”

“Frank! I'm gonna come- please let me come, please?” Gerard begged.

“You can come, kitten, but only because I love you, you got that? You were a brat, and kept talking when i told you not to. You don't deserve to come, but i'm letting you anyway. Remember that.”

Gerard came, moaning. He then lay his head on Franks shoulder, panting.

“Thank you, Frankie.”

“You're welcome, darling. You can go out now, if you'd like, but wear your red skirt; its longer. and if you're gonna wear that shirt, put a jacket over it. I don't want anyone getting any ideas.” Frank kissed Gerard's forehead, “I have a ton of work to do, its spring picture time and all of the schools are asking for photoshoot sessions at once. Have fun.”

And with that, Gerard was getting dressed and Frank was going to his office.

A fairly normal day in the Iero-Way household.