Band Imagines

Gerard Way - Brat*

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Gerard Way

Request: Yeah buddy || Would you ever write something about Gerard way? if so can i request a punk/Desolation Row!Gerard who saw some guys flirting with you and takes you home for some kinky sex? (w a daddy kink please?)

Warnings: NSFW || smut, cursing, spanking, daddy kink, unprotected sex.

I know the request said kinky but I've been doing a lot of kinky stuff lately and tbh I'm running out of kinks to use and I don't wanna keep using the same ones over and over unless they are specifically requested lmao. Anyway, I love G more than words can describe and I'm major MCR trash so this was fun woo. Also, I'm not condoning unsafe sex, but they are married in this and might start a family wink wink. Enjoy babes. xx

The club you were at was boring so to speak. The music sucked, the lights were too bright, and every two seconds there was another drunk asshole trying to get into your pants. But it wasn't even that, that was bothering you. It was that your husband Gerard wasn't doing anything to stop it. It was almost like he didn't notice, or worse, didn't care. He was simply sitting at the bar a couple seats down from you with Mikey, talking about God knows what.

You sighed to yourself and crossed your legs as you ordered a third drink. That was when it happened. Some blonde Ken-doll-wannabe came up to you and smirked, wrapping his arm around your waist and tucking his face into the crook of your neck, drunkenly mumbling.

"You look so good sitting here. But you'd look even better under me in my bed."

As if the stupid pick up line wasn't disgusting enough, the obvious scent of alcohol on his breath made you get a sort of pinched face as you pushed him off of you.

"Sorry, but she'll be a bit busy tonight." A familiar voice spoke up. You hadn't even noticed that Gerard had arrived in front of you. The look on his face was a mix of anger, jealousy, and something else, but you couldn't really tell what yet. All you knew was that you were just as angry as he appeared to be, but for your own reasons.

"Says who?" The blonde asked, smirking at your husband who responded by lifting your left hand and holding it next to his.

"Says the wedding bands on our fingers." He stated, pulling you with him, immediately heading towards the door of the club, pushing through the crowd of people but not letting go of your hand the entire time. As the both of you finally exited the club and headed to his car, he spoke up again. "I can't believe you Y/N. Letting him touch you like that... Right in front of me too, as if it wasn't already bad enough." At his words you yanked your arm away from him.

"You're not serious, right? Tell me right now, you are not being serious." you stated, crossing your arms over your chest and glaring at him. "Letting him touch me? You don't really think I wanted that? Jesus G, you're such an asshole! I was being fondled and touched by about fifty men throughout the night and you didn't even notice. Any time I tried to get your attention, you brushed me off and went back to talking to your brother."

"Well I'm sorry if I never get to see my brother and I wanted to talk to him for a bit," he snapped back. "God you can be such a fuckin brat some times."

"A brat? Really? I'm the brat?" You scoffed, walking past the car to head home. You knew he would get mad at you for this and at this point, you didn't care. "You drive, I need to cool off. I'll see you at home."

"Get in the car."

"No thanks. I'll walk."

"Y/N, I wasn't asking. I was telling. Get in the fucking car." He stated, his voice lower than usual. Something about his tone of voice was... not scary, but intense. It was something cold like ice, but at the same time it was warm like hot coco. Without another word you slowly strode to the passenger side of the vehicle and got into the front seat. He got in the drivers seat and headed home. The radio was off for some reason, and left you guys driving in complete silence. But this silence wasn't uncomfortable. It was slightly exciting.