Cupcake Gerard

  Me and chubbypinkgee were once again fucking around on twitter when we came up with this gem. She said that Gerard was a literal cupcake and I said well what if Frank sexually eats that cupcake? And now here you sinners are. I wanted to make this purposefully bad but I tried my best to make it readable at least. Please enjoy this ridiculous fan fiction.  

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It was a warm, sunny, spring day in Belleville, New Jersey. Frank the baker was in an apron tending to some muffin-filled tins. It was just after lunch and the crowd had died down at Mitch's Bakery. Frank placed his muffins in the display case and was wiping off flour on his apron. Mikey, his fellow baker, came from the back room to collect the money from the register.

"Well, another killing, huh Frank?" Mikey said as he picked up wads of cash from the drawer.

"Mhmm," Frank nodded as he rounded a corner, running a hand through the front length of his hair.

"Girls hit on you again," Mikey counted the bills at his hand as he spoke to Frank. Frank stopped and leaned back against the counter behind him.

"Yeah. I dunno when they'll learn that I'm not too into chicks," He frowned slightly as he sipped a bottle of water.

"No shit, they need to maybe hit on me a little harder," Mikey let out a sigh as he came next to Frank, placing the stack of bills next to him, then poking at a ball of baking dough left on the counter.

"Well, Mikey you're always in the back. And isn't money Ray's job?" Frank leaned on his elbow, twisting his bottle closed, pointing to the money next to Mikey.

"Today's Ray's day off, so I gotta take care of today's earnings, and I can't help it if I'm shy." Mikey fiddled more with the dough, giving it two eyes, then squashing it flat.

"Mikey you're like a fucking baby deer. You run to the back when you hear the door open," Frank smirked as Mikey blushed.

"Yeah yeah, whatever," Mikey rolled the dough into a ball again, then turned to head back to the office. Frank tightened his apron again and started to make cupcake mix. Mitch's was well known for its fancy and award winning cupcakes. They were fluffy, perfectly iced, and large enough to fill your palm. Frank had an eye for design and loved to make the cupcakes all unique and pretty.

He mixed the flour, eggs, oil, and milk very fast. Frank smirked to himself letting a small giggle emerge. He never beats anything this fast besides his dick. He thinks that's why he likes baking so much. The only place he could ever put his jerking off skills to use would be in a kitchen, mixing batter to the perfect consistency, making sure there were no lumps or anything. He also loved to punch things. Making bread or crust for pies always involved punching and he found it to be a good stress reliever that didn't involve his hand around his cock.

After he mixed the batter, he got out a pan, and placed cupcake wrappers in the pan. He decided to put silver, reflective wraps. He poured in the light orange batter and licked the spoon when he was done. He then placed them into the oven, shut the door, and then proceeded to mix his icing. Something in his tummy felt weird. Something about this batch of cupcakes felt extra special. He peeked over to the oven. It felt really warm; warmer than an over should probably be. He didn't feel like looking into it so he went to his icing station.

He placed his buttercream icing into a pipping bag and picked out his tip. He felt that a deep orange color would look nice next to the color of the cupcakes and wrappers. He tied the end of the bag and set it down as he heard the bell rang for the cupcakes. As Frank went over to retrieve them from the oven, he looked over to the front of the store; Mikey was tending to some customers. He could see they were college aged girls. Very giddy about something, and Mikey was blushing, so he guessed that they were flirting with him. How cute. Go get 'em Mikey. Frank placed his oven mits on and pulled down the oven door.