#mikey way x reader

[rdiowx]

MCR + GIDEON GRAVES AUDIO LIST

Mikey

Roommate Ghost mikey

“Watching” scary movies

He’s your popular college friend

Sigh, fucking your friends bother

Gerard

Fucking him, but hes sick

Fucking him, but YOU’RE sick

I think its cold in this audio?

Tired gee 😸

Frank

I think this counts as puppy Frank

Church boy frank

Pretty sure you guys hook up in an alley in this one

Puppy frank 👍🏽

RAY

Incubus Ray!

More demon Ray

Needy ray

HE BAKES!

GIDEON

Now,,why did he start playing angry birds

Is this more somnophilia

G-man has to be his alternate personality

Enemies to lovers😔

Bonus audios i was gonna add but didnt know who for

I was sorta flabbergasted tbh

Even more mythos

Gulp

Alright im done now 🥳

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[rdiowxdeaddove]

HIIIII ITS RAY BUT DEAD DOVE VERSION

if you dont know me im @rdiowx you can call me ray or radio i write mcr, pilot kelson, and donnie darko smut and the occasional fluff on rdiowx, this page is for your thoughts you wouldnt say out loud. if you want another blog like this for mcr theres @mcrredacteddeadove for thoughts but im writing deaddove fanfics now! I’ll write just about everything even on my regular account im pretty accepting so please if you have thoughts that arent dead dove go there instead !

Just cause this is a new blog doesnt mean i write for women now !

My tags are:

#rdioshow! For rants or drabbles

#rdiofics! For full fics

#mnsterstuff for monster fucking related asks/fics

#Grd For Gerard based asks/fics

#Mky for Mikey based asks/fics

#Ry for Ray based asks/fics

#frnk for Frank based asks/fics

#rynrs for ryan ross based asks/fics

#dnniedrko for donnie darko based asks/fics

#piltklsn for pilot kelson based asks/fics

#jmmylvngstn for jimmy livingston based asks/fics

#way!sib reader for reader who’s a way sibling asks/fics

Anons:

.🐕 🦇 🩺 axe! 🕯️🩰 🧩 🔸🌸 🎸🦈 🫀🦦 🕸️ ☠️

FICS:

GERARD:

LOVE HIM

THE REAL REASON THE WAY BROTHERS DONT DATE

MIKEY:

THE REAL REASON THE WAY BROTHERS DONT DATE

RAY:

Nothing yet !

FRANK:

Nothing yet !

RYAN ROSS:

Nothing yet!

DONNIE DARKO:

BEING KIDNAPPED BY DONNIE (hcs)

PILOT KELSON:

Nothing yet!

AUDIO LISTS !:

MCR DEADDOVE AUDIOLIST

MINI FICS !:

OLDERSIB! MIKEY HELPING WAYSIB! READER AND GERARD GET OFF

OLDERSIB! MIKEY CATCHING WAYSIB!READER AND GERARD IN PANTIES

OLDERBROTHER!RAY TORO HELPING YOU GET OFF

DAD!KOBRAKID FUCKING SON!READER

TAXIDERMIST FRANK MAKING YOU A SEX DOLL

CLOWN!GERARD USING YOU

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[hesitant-angel]

imagine being highschool sweethearts with mikey ☹️

being highschool sweethearts with mikey ! | mikey way x reader | gender neutral reader | (headcannons) |

★ I LOVE THE MIKEY REQUEST!! this is the sweetest thing im so glad u sent this anon because i literally think about this every single day. hes the loml trust me ! im unsure of how accurate this will but bare with me im learning! P.S. THANK YOU ALL FOR 20 FOLLOWERS!!!! i had so much fun writing this, as of right now i'd say mikey is my favorite to write for.

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— Okay I have so much on my mind for this I don't even know where to start. I think of Mikey to be a quiet kid in highschool, not in a stereotypical way, but I feel like he'd focus more on getting through the day and getting his work done, focusing less on the social aspect.

— If you're also a quiet kid, you two would sit together any chance you get, you'd distance yourselves away from everyone else a bit to get lost in your own conversations about whatever you guys like to talk about.

— If you're more social, he'd probably follow you to whatever you're doing. He'd stay relatively quiet in most conversations, just listening, unless you prompted him to talk or introduced him to someone, then he'd do the polite thing and say hello and talk to them.

— People write Mikey as overally shy and nervous alot (like.. in the babying grown men way.) but I dont think he'd actually be that bad. I feel like he just takes a bit of time to adjust to talking to people and can be a little awkward at first. Once he warms up to you he's pretty laid-back and will talk with you about anything and everything you want.

— He'd claim that he 'isn't really interested in dating anyone' because he knew the whole thing about how highschool relationships typically never last, so he just tried to avoid it. That was until he met you of course.

— When he met you, his whole perspective on highschool and life in general changed. The more you two got to know eachother the more he fell head-over-heels in love with you.

— He'd definitely help you with homework if needed (and if he understood the class enough...)

— You guys would try and hang out after school to work on homework together but it just ends up being a two-hour period of you guys going on and on about the most random things before realizing that you haven't even started the homework. He'd eventually figure out a way for you guys to get work done but still get time to talk to each other.

— But it's not like you guys don't spend every minute you can together, people swear they can't see one of you without seeing the other. Of course, whenever one of you needs time alone its respected and you take breaks from eachother whenever necessary.

— You two compare music tastes and talk about music alot. Doesn't matter if you have different music taste than him, he wants to talk about it with you (even if he'll tease you a little about liking different stuff). If you have similar taste though, it'll definitely bring you closer.

— Movie nights are a big thing for him, he usually likes to pick the movie but he'll try and watch whatever you want, too. He'll explain parts of the movie to you if he can, he's a movie nerd and will tell you facts you had never heard of.

— If you're within walking distance from eachother (or one / both of you can drive) you two will come over and stop by whenever you can, even if it's just for a moment to say hi.

— You and Mikey meeting in highschool definitely made a big positive impact on your relationship in the future, you've changed eachother in small and big ways over the course of time and both of you agree that you're glad you met when you did.

* i tried my best with this i hope its okay! i really enjoyed writing these even if i was a bit repetitive and not proofread (im sleep deprived atm) , if anyone has any more ideas branching off of this plot please let me know! id love to make this an ongoing thing :)

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[2therazor]

clean sheets

w/c: 2916

revenge gerard x reader

content warnings: afab, dom reader, mommy kink, slightttt masochism, established relationship, unprotected sex, degradation

you are responsible for your own media consumption

!THIS IS A REPOST FROM BEFORE I DELETED THIS BLOG!

it had been an extremely long day. extremely long. all day your boss on your ass about this and that, every thought straying further away from stability. wasn’t being an adult supposed to be fun?

as soon as you pulled into the driveway you felt your heart sink, every emotion in the world had just hit you at once as you slowly got out of the drivers seat and closed the door. the only thing on your mind was walking into the front door and being able to see gerard. days like this he would for sure be sat on the couch watching anything ranging from a superhero movie to a horror movie. (and nowhere in between) you smiled at the thought as you slowly pushed open the front door.

“hey baby,” he called from the couch as you slowly shut the door.

you kicked off your shoes and set down your bag without saying a word. gerard knew something was off right away. you were never this quiet coming home.

“hey.” you sighed, trying to hide the frustration and irritation in your voice. which you knew, wouldn’t do much. gerard always had a way of knowing if something wasn’t right, even if you tried to be as nonchalant as possible, there was no getting past him.

“what’s wrong?” he paused the movie and turned his head to look at you in the doorway. your head was down the entire time, looking at your feet.

the question alone was enough to make you crack as you quickly burst into tears, not lifting your head from your feet to look at gerard. you knew the look of concern on his face would probably only make it worse and you hated to worry him.

“oh sweetheart, I’m sorry,” he shifted from his spot on the couch and made his way over to you, slowly wrapping his arms around your body. the scent of his cheap cologne mixed with cigarettes was all too familiar to you. never once did you not feel safe in his arms, especially when you were like this.

“it’s just- my stupid fucking boss again” you choked between sobs, burying yourself deeper into his sweater.

you felt an arm come up to rub small circles on your back as he pulled away from you, looking at you with those soft, hazel eyes. you could’ve swore you’d die right there. he spoke gently, “was she on your ass again about the drafts?”

you nodded, attempting to hide in his arm again, but he stopped you, bringing a hand up to your cheek to wipe your tears.

“I’m just so frustrated and irritated, she makes me feel like i’m always doing everything wrong. i cant stand being treated like im like five years old and incapable of doing my job.” you brought your own sleeve to wipe your nose and eyes, wondering how gerard could see you like this; a sobbing mess, and still think you were the most beautiful thing he’s laid his eyes upon.

“i know baby, i know. why don’t you come sit with me for a bit, I’ll make you some tea and you can just relax for a bit.”

you smiled up at him and nodded gently. he always knew how to comfort you even if it was something so small and ridiculous in your mind.

“okay, come on,” he put his hand in yours and gently guided you over to the couch to sit. when he tried to walk away to turn the tea kettle on, he was stopped by a hand grabbing his sweater.

“stay? just for a little? just wanna hold you, please”

you croaked, lowering your hand.

he smiled gently, black hair falling into his eyes. “okay, yeah. ok i can do that.”

you smiled as he sunk into the couch. immediately, you crawled into his lap as he wrapped his arms around you.

you both stayed like this for a while, just enjoying each other’s presence when you began to feel a bit antsy. moving around every few minutes, hoping gerard wouldn’t notice.

but the truth was, it was hard not to notice what you were doing. squirming more and more as time went on. when you realized gerard was playing dumb, you looked up at him and weakly spoke.

“gee?”

he turned his head to look at you, but he had that sick sly grin on his face. he definitely knew what you were trying to do. but still, he played along, acting all innocent, pretending he didn’t have a clue.

“what’s up?”

you bit your lip, embarrassed to even bring it up, but still you tried, “can we… try something?”

there it was, that smile that he tried (but failed miserably) to hide, gently looking down at you, bringing a hand to your face. “what did you have in mind?”

you were so flustered but were getting to a point where none of that mattered anymore, so gently you said, “like… maybe i could be dominant? push you around, make you beg… just need to let off some steam..”

gerard was failing so hard to keep his composure, all he could muster out was a mere “fuck baby”

you smiled, slowly snaking up to his face and pulling him in for a heated kiss. kissing gerard was usually gentle and slow, but now he seemed desperate, practically begging you without words to push your tongue deeper into his mouth.

he pulled away for a second, hair messy, lips slick with your saliva and his combined. “lets take this to our room?”

you smiled and gently put a hand on his chest, trailing your fingers closer to his obvious bulge.

“yeah, I’d like that”

on the way to the bedroom you two could hardly keep your hands off of each other, gerard grabbing you by the hand and dragging you down the hall only for your lips to collide again as soon as he shut the door.

“gee?” you broke the kiss to say

“yeah baby?”

there was a spark in your eyes as you lowered your head to smile and speak. “go sit on the bed.”

gerard could’ve sworn he felt his dick twitch at that comment, he simply complied. making his way over to the bed and sitting on the edge, waiting patiently.

“aw, already being so good baby… but I’m gonna need you to sit all the way on the bed, can you do that for me?”

gerard felt his face turn red, god it was so hot to see you like this, him listening to every command you spoke, not questioning a damn thing. he felt so vulnerable, but god did he love it. you were intoxicating, there was no doubt about that.

and so, he slowly crawled back further onto the bed, groaning at the tight feeling in his jeans.

“sweetheart, please… i need you.”

god he was so needy, you rolled your eyes and scoffed. “did you really think it was gonna be that easy? christ gerard, i haven’t even taken my clothes off and this is how you treat me?”

his eyes widened with anticipation, not knowing what to say next he blurted out,

“mommy, please. im sorry.” he stifled a moan.

fuck. you were done for.

you tried to keep the façade up as you slowly walked over to the bed and began to strip slowly, making sure gerard was watching your every move. and he was, practically fucking you with his eyes.

he moved a hand down to attempt to touch himself but was quickly stopped by your hand attempting to pin his wrist to the bed.

“did I say you could touch yourself?” you growled climbing into his lap, still in your panties.

he turned his face to the side, attempting to avoid eye contact. you were not gonna let him off that easy.

“look at me. did I say you could touch yourself gerard?”

he whined at the pressure of you on his lap and slowly breathed out, “no.. im just. fuck i need you baby. need to be inside of you.”

a slap rang through the room, gerard gently bringing his hand up to his cheek.

“you’re not behaving gerard. good boys wait. and what are you supposed to call me?”

his glossy eyes turned to you as he spoke, “im sorry mommy. i’ve been bad. didn’t mean to-“

you cut him off with a kiss, this time more gentle.

“color?” you asked, gently stroking his cheek.

“green. fuck green” he breathed out

you smiled as you went back to kissing down his neck, slowly grinding down on his lap with each kiss.

gerard really couldn’t be in his pants much longer, and as you pulled away from his neck, he asked quietly, “mommy? can i take my pants off? please…”

you smiled, gently moving to push your leg against the tent that had been growing in his jeans.

that was enough to make gerard whine and moan all over again, attempting to cover his mouth with one of his free hands. you quickly put a stop to this.

“no, wanna hear you baby boy, you’re so pretty. gotta hear you moan while I fuck you.”

his eyes shut tight and hips bucked against your leg as he let out another high pitched moan.

you smiled, slowly unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down but leaving his boxers on. quickly he kicked away his jeans and they were lost to the floor for the third time this week.

pre come leaked in a small patch on his boxers, barely visible underneath the black fabric. you were practically dripping wet at the sight, not once breaking eye contact as you freed his cock from his boxers.

this earned you a small whine from gerard who had his head thrown back against the pillows with labored breathing. you could see sweat glistening on his forehead, wondering how he got worked up so quickly with you.

“gee baby?” you got his attention, tugging on the hem of one of his many band tees that had seemed to be falling apart at the seams.

“mm?” he replied, soft and quiet. god how did you get so lucky.

seconds later, you were pulling the shirt off his head throwing it to the floor along with his boxers. he was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen in the world. long black locks sticking to his forehead, leftover makeup from nights before.

“c-can you touch me?” he whined, squirming around beneath you.

“i don’t know… you’ve been so so impatient all night. dont know if you deserve it…” you started to trail off.

that really made gerard move beneath you. you could tell he was biting his tongue, holding back from talking back to you again because he knew the consequences.

noticing his movement you slowly dragged your panties off your body. “think you can do something for me baby?” you enquired as he watched you with eager eyes.

“yes, i can do anything for you mommy.” his voice barely audible as he looked up.

“can’t hear you baby…” you gripped your fingers around his throat, giving him a tight squeeze. “speak up, or i’ll just leave you here for another hour.”

his voice was strained as he tried to speak through your hand gripping down on his throat. “please. god please, i’ll do anything, i’m your good boy please.”

you chuckled at his babbling, slowly removing your hand from his throat “so needy…” you said moving your pussy closer to his face. “gonna sit on your face, and if you’re good, i’ll fuck you hard and rough like you like.” you knew the power you held over him right now and you were not going to break character. not when your boyfriend was a sweaty, whiny, mess underneath you. you swore you felt it go straight to your core at the thought,

before he could respond, you lowered yourself onto his face, thighs on both sides of his head, causing him to grip onto your thighs.

“gerard.” you said in a stern tone.

he quickly realized his mistake removing his hands from your body.

“why are you so needy today? you want mommy’s pussy so bad? you have to fucking earn it whore.” you spoke above him before lowering yourself on his face again. he started out slow, small licks from the bottom of your dripping cunt to your clit, sucking hard.

“fuck baby,” you moaned attempting to grind harder down on his face. still, he continued, licking every drop from you, making filthy noises and sucking on your clit in between licks. you were so close, every breath stifling as you sunk further down on him. his tongue plunging deeper and deeper.

gerard could tell you were close, he knew the tell-tale signs of your orgasms like the back of his hand. he sped up, eating you out with so much desperation that it was almost pathetic.

“ah- gerard fuck.”

he stopped for a moment, lightly using his hands to push you off of his face so he could speak. “please cum baby… please, wanna taste you on my tongue, just fucking use me.” before bringing you back to his mouth

you broke, a moaning, overstimulated mess above him as you reached your high, legs shaking as you slowly moved off of his face breathing heavily.

you noticed gerard hadn’t gotten any softer down there, in fact, he looked bothered. the tip of his cock so red and sensitive, pre-come still leaking from the tip. you smiled gently and caressed his cheek. “you did so fucking good for me baby… want me to fuck you? fuck you so hard you can barely think?”

he nodded quickly and sighed out of relief. he needed you so badly.

“fuck me, please. be rough, do whatever you want… just need you now.”

and that's all you needed to hear before sinking down on his cock. still, even if you had been together for almost two years, it was always difficult to adjust to his size. he moaned at the sight of you, throwing his head back and exposing his bare neck. quickly, you wasted no time marking his neck. you knew he loved it when you bit him, licked him and kissed him up and down his neck. always relishing the sweet sounds that came with it. he brought his hands up to cup your breasts, rubbing small circles around your nipples.

you quickly sat up and began to move your hips at an even pace. gerard’s moans filling the room as you bounced up and down on him, not stopping.

for a moment you looked down at him, he was so fucked out it was unbelieveable. you slowly reached your hands down to his neck to choke him again. you felt him go stiff underneath you, letting out a guttural moan from his throat. his eyes grew soft, and although you were in charge, a wave of adoration flooded you as he grabbed your hand and pushed it down harder against his throat.

you picked up the pace again, hands still squeezing his neck tight.

“fuck.. so good..feels so. good.” he babbled beneath you, you could hardly keep your composure at this, that tight knot in your stomach making itself extremely noticeable again.

you moved your hands away from his throat to bring them to his thighs, slapping him as you sped up. you knew he liked it rough, and after the day you had, he told you not to hold back. and that’s exactly what you did.

“gee, m’ so close” you whined, still not slowing down.

“me too- fuck. can we cum together? please? i’ve been good.”

you had to hold yourself from cracking up because he had been anything but good. still, with the state you were both in, you didn’t have the strength to boss him around anymore. you needed release and so did he.

“yes baby, cum for me. do it hard, come for mommy like a good boy…” and it seemed those were the magic words as gerard bucked his hips up in one thrust, and you felt the familiar twitch of him inside of you. you came shortly after, barely able to sit up anymore.

both of you breathing heavily looked at each other and smiled as you slowly climbed off of your boyfriend’s lap, careful not to make too much of a mess.

gerard quickly slid out of bed and grabbed a towel from your shared closet to wipe you down before you had to clean the sheets for the fourth time this week. once he was done he pulled you into his arms, smiling and humming as he looked down at you, almost asleep.

“doing okay?” he asked with a slight hint of concern in his voice.

“yes, more than okay actually” you giggled, bringing his arm around your shoulder. “how about you baby? are you okay?”

“oh god yes,” his cheeks turned upright as he tried to laugh it off, acting like he didn’t have some of the best sex in his life with you.

you smiled into his chest, and although he couldn’t see it, he could feel the curve of your lip pressed against him.

“nap time?” he asked, pulling the covers over the both of you.

“yes, definitely.” you curled back into him and gently dozed off, forgetting about the god-awful day you had.

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[xocasper]

Heaven Ain’t Close in a Place Like This

Pairing: Mikey Way x Reader x Gerard Way Summary: August was barely beginning when you found yourself in Mikey Way’s bunk, but time on tour flies by fast. Between performances and post-show hookups, it feels like you’re with his band more than your own. Thankfully, his brother doesn’t seem to mind. Warnings: NSFW content, fanfic logic Word Count: 6639 A/N: They live! Back from the dead and managed to cough this up. I’ve been making jokes about it since October, opened up the original outline at a Thursday concert, scrapped it half a dozen times, and then pulled this directly out of my ass. I hope you enjoy it!

As insane as being invited onto the Projekt Revolution was, the tour itself was prone to even wilder happenings. With each summer tour your band had played, something crazy had taken place. Between Warped Tour hookups and racy, drunken performances on Taste of Chaos, the next few months were destined to be memorable. In fact, you had already set the tone by the second week, after waking up hungover and pantless with a lanky bassist by your side. One that you were waiting for now, leaning against the side of your bus while the metal scorched your skin.

Under normal circumstances, there was no way you’d be out in this heat, but your bandmate had passed you some cash for a moment of peace. It meant the bus would smell like sex for the night, but twenty bucks was twenty bucks. You could already hear the way Mikey would whine when you told him, knowing he’d complain about having to walk back across the parking lot.

He was already appearing in the distance, clad in a baseball cap and band tee, shooting you a lopsided grin as you waved him over. Before you could react, he came barreling towards you, skidding to a stop and barely avoiding a head-on collision. Hardly sticking the landing, he hooked his arm around your shoulder and leaned against the bus to catch his breath.

“Mikey Way,” you beamed, leaning into his touch. “I’ve got a bit of bad news.”

His head tipped back as he panted, “How bad?”

“Like, ‘Max paid me to leave and let him bang his girlfriend’ bad. I hope your bus is empty.”

If you weren’t so amused, he would’ve been a little annoyed. But then again, he was kinda crazy about you, so he let it slide. Instead, he rolled his eyes, a smile still tugging at his lips as he gave a melodramatic groan. “God, you’re the worst.”

You turned to face him, catching his eyes as you hovered a few inches from him. “That’s not what you were saying the other night.”

He could feel his cheeks heat up, flustered by your brazen remark. Truthfully, you had hooked up a couple more times since the first night, and the sex was significantly better without tequila. The second time was more to prove a point, insisting that he could “blow your mind” while sober. It’s safe to say he convinced you, as you found yourself in his bed every few days.

“Good pussy is good pussy,” he shrugged, his hand dropping to hold yours.

You gave a soft laugh and squeezed his hand, beginning the walk back to his bus. “Are the guys around?”

“Just Gerard. Frank’s off with Lazarra, and I think Ray went to grab lunch.”

Although you were a little disappointed that you couldn’t be alone with him, having Gerard around wasn’t the end of the world. You were friends with him too–not in the same way, but he made good company. Mikey knew what you were getting at, sensing your slight dismay. Holding back an arrogant grin, he nudged your shoulder.

“Why? Were you planning to woo me into bed?” he asked in amusement. “Because I don’t think Gerard would care.”

The question made you laugh, warm and genuine, and you leaned a little closer as he traced shapes onto your hand. You didn’t bother to question his comment about Gerard, figuring that he was just trying to get a rise out of you.

“I was not,” you insisted. “Just curious, that’s all.”

He gave a skeptical mhm, but the banter was quickly dropped as the bus came into view. It was no more than fifteen yards from you, but you still smiled at him mischievously. He turned to face you, catching your expression and raising his eyebrows with another curious hum.

“Race ya,” you said, hardly giving him a chance to register the proposition before you were bolting towards the bus.

You could hear the way his sneakers pounded on the concrete, spewing curses as he hightailed it behind you. His lack of preparation led to an unfortunate downfall, causing him to lose by a few seconds—ones that you spent doubled over in laughter as you pressed yourself against the side of the vehicle. The minute he reached you, he hooked his arms around your waist, tugging you from the wall of the bus while you gasped for breath.

“You fuckin’ cheater,” he wheezed, pulling you into his chest with a laugh.

Your arms looped around his neck, grinning wildly as he rested his forehead against yours. “Eat my dust, Mikey Way.”

His breathing shook, lips turned up as a lousy pickup line rolled off his tongue. “Sure you don’t want me to eat something else instead?”

“You’re so lame,” you cackled, pushing him away.

Mikey reluctantly let you go, watching as you opened the door and collapsed on the couch. He followed suit, sighing in relief as a blast of cool air hit his skin. The two of you were quiet for a moment, the only sounds being heaving chests and tabletop fans. Still, he slipped his arm around your waist again, toying with the hem of your shirt.

“That wasn’t a no,” he teased, earning himself a quick swat.

As tempting as the offer was, his brother was on the other end of the bus, and you knew how thin those doors were. “What about Gerard?”

“I really don’t think he’d mind.”

Okay, that was the second time Mikey had said that. If he was trying to drop hints, this was a really poor way to go about it. You were growing increasingly suspicious, and your only conclusion seemed far too unrealistic. Landing one Way brother was shocking enough, but two? Mikey had to be kidding.

You turned your head to look at him, searching for any sign that he was pulling your leg. He looked completely serious though, eyebrows raised in anticipation. Finally, you managed to reply.

“Do you know something I don’t?”

He grinned, finally dropping the subject as he reached for the remote.

“Yup.”

—

Gerard wasn’t a big partier.

He used to be, way back in the day, following shitty friends into random houses with the promise of weed and cheap booze. Things were different now, though–he had a few close buddies, and they all took his sobriety seriously. Peer pressure and substance were the only motivators for him back then, and without either of them, he had no reason to show up. Contrary to popular belief, he wasn’t exactly a social butterfly, so parties were typically out of the picture.

But here he was, donning a clean shirt and his too-tight jeans, leaning over a nightclub mezzanine while you danced below him. You were pressed close to Mikey, hands resting on his chest as laughter spilled from your lips. Gerard could only imagine what his brother was saying, noting how you buried your head into Mikey’s chest as he beamed with pride. He could feel a jealous jolt in his stomach, longing for the treatment you gave Mikey, even if it was just for a night.

As quiet as Mikey was, he didn’t have much of a filter. Sometimes, he would return to the bus with a familiar glow, just waiting for Gerard to ask where he’d gone after the show. His words would echo when the two of you were alone, every comment and filthy anecdote flooding his head. Everything he shouldn’t know, everything he shouldn’t feel. The tension was suffocating when it settled between you two, his chest caving in as he tried to focus on anything other than immoral desire.

God, you’d stare at him shamelessly, eyes drifting lower until he felt flustered and exposed. It didn’t even matter if his brother was there, sitting inches away as low-budget horror movies flashed on the TV. You would curl up next to Mikey and rest your head against his shoulder, watching the pale television light shine on Gerard. He’d notice sometimes, feeling the blush in his cheeks as you shot him a smug smile, seeming like you wanted him to catch you. Wanted him to know how you ached for him, for his lips on yours, skin to skin as he touched you the way Mikey did. 

It wasn’t hard for him to see it, fantasies plaguing his mind at night, the sight of you on your knees and begging him to–

“You’re staring again.”

The sudden interruption made Gerard flinch, recoiling and snapping back to reality. Whipping his head around, he spotted Frank, who took a few steps forward to rest beside him. He flushed and dropped his head against his forearms, preparing himself for another lecture.

“Can you blame me?” he mumbled, reluctantly lifting his head to gesture towards you. “Look at them. Look at the way he’s holding them.”

Frank cast a look towards the two of you, Mikey’s hands drifting dangerously low and your arms around his neck. He didn’t need to read lips to hear your laughter and the free-flowing banter, already familiar with your behavior towards each other. He knew how his poker-faced friend never seemed to stop smiling around you, and he could hear the way you whispered to each other at night as if Mikey’s deadpan jokes were the funniest thing in the world. And now here was Gerard, aching for your touch and ignoring Frank’s endless warnings.

He shook his head with a disappointed sigh. “I don’t know, man. They’ve been screwing your brother all tour.”

“Yeah, but Mikey said they’re not exclusive,” Gerard defended.

Frank’s eyes nearly popped out, barely evading whiplash as he turned to face Gerard. “You told Mikey?”

For as smart as his friend was, he seemed to lack a great deal of common sense. You don’t tell people that you want to sleep with their partners–or fuck buddies, or whatever the hell you were. Especially not Mikey, who was one of the worst secret keepers in the world.

Gerard groaned, “He knew the minute I asked. Maybe before then, too. You know how observant he is.”

“You can’t just tell people–” Frank started, though he cut himself off with another sigh when he saw Gerard’s pathetic expression. “It’s just… It’s not worth the headache, alright?”

“From the way Mikey describes them, I think you might be wrong.”

There was really no fighting this, was there?

He knew Gerard hadn’t gotten laid in a couple months. Not only had he broken up with his girlfriend, but he hadn’t slept with anyone on tour, either. Gerard was horny and desperate and had heard way too many stories from Mikey, landing him in this pitiful situation.

“There’s no one else you can sleep with?” Frank asked.

Surprisingly self-assured, Gerard shook his head. “Nope.”

Hopeless, Frank glanced back to the scene below him. Mikey was laughing at something you’d said before you shooed him off, watching him fondly as he darted out of the room. Great. He didn’t have to turn his head to know Gerard was staring at him, waiting for permission to make a move. Sighing, Frank took a long sip of his drink, counting his blessings and thanking God he was married.

“Go get ‘em, tiger.”

An amused smile crept up on Gerard’s face, jostling his friend before heading down the stairs. His heart was pounding, weaving through strangers as he searched for you in the crowd. Insecurity and anxiety swarmed his head, and he began to consider quitting before it was too late. He wanted to prove Frank wrong though–he wanted you. Besides, he couldn’t run now, watching you turn to face him from a few feet away.

“Gerard!” you smiled, stepping closer to hear him over the music.

He couldn’t fight a grin, greeting you with the same energy. “Where’d Mikey run off to?”

“He said he was going to the bathroom, but you know he’ll get distracted on his way out.”

Knowing his brother, he had a good fifteen minutes before his return. This was his opportunity, trying to calm his nerves as you looked at him with hopeful eyes.

“Don’t worry about him,” he said sweetly. “I can keep you company.”

Small talk flowed easily as the minutes ticked by, your enthusiasm contagious as Gerard blushed and laughed softly throughout your tour stories. The room had steadily gotten louder, booming speakers and obnoxious chatter drowning out your conversation until you were less than a foot away. He only realized it after you had gone quiet, staring at him with wide eyes.

His breathing stalled, and he swallowed hard as his eyes flitted from yours to the people around him. You were giving him that look again–the one that pleaded for him to touch you, an open invitation to make a move. Even if he wanted to, he was frozen in place, lips parting to speak but nothing came out.

You leaned a bit closer, trying not to smile as you spoke. “You know, Mikey told me something interesting last week.”

Fuck. Gerard could already feel himself burning with embarrassment, already fearing your next sentence. He knew exactly where this was going, and for the first time ever, he wanted to throttle his little brother. Fumbling for words, he managed to mumble, “He did?”

“Mhm,” you hummed. “Gerard, why’d you come to the club with us?”

As if it would do him any favors, he pinned it on his friends. “Everyone else was coming.”

You were obviously skeptical, resting your palms on his chest, feeling his heart race through his t-shirt. He felt lightheaded as you touched him, watching your hands glide across his shoulders and arms snake around his neck.

“No other reason?”

His tongue darted out briefly, wetting his lips as he stared at yours, cursing his nerves and shaky hands. The room was so fucking tense, and as he let out a breath, he spoke the words you’d been waiting to hear.

“I wanted to see you.”

Before he could overthink his confession, you had pressed your lips to his in a fleeting kiss. Gerard blinked back at you when you pulled away, his hands still hanging awkwardly by his sides. His expression bordered on unreadable, his features painted with a mix of shock and nervousness. You considered stepping back, worrying that you’d come on too strong, but his lips were back on yours before you could apologize.

Despite being unsure at first, he eased up quickly, letting his hands gravitate towards your hips. The room seemed to pause as he touched you, fingers hooking around your belt loops to pull you closer. It was gentle but sudden, a soft gasp parting your lips. Gerard stifled a smile, satisfied as his tongue swept across them, reveling in your desperation. With your hand pressed to the nape of his neck, you brought him closer, fingers catching in his hair. On a whim, you gave a brief tug, your stomach doing somersaults at his reaction.

The moan that ripped from his throat was nothing short of wanton, a cross between pleasure and need as you broke apart. His head tipped back for a second, eyes screwed shut and his neck exposed. You took it as an opportunity, scraping your teeth against his skin and soothing it with your tongue.

“You know,” you breathed, nipping below his ear. “Mikey’s into that, too. Likes me to pull his hair when we fuck, mark him up real pretty.”

Gerard didn’t need to know that, but he couldn’t help but picture being in his brother’s place. His name in your mouth, your hands across his back, leaving little crescents for him to find the next morning. He swallowed hard, nearly groaning as he spoke. “God, you can’t say that.”

You pushed his head back down, fingers still threaded through his hair. Your breath fanned across his lips, so close to his, although you had no intentions of kissing him yet.

“That I’ve slept with Mikey?” you asked, as if you knew it turned him on. “Why?”

“Because he’s my brother.”

He said it sheepishly, not offended or uncomfortable, simply using it as a pointless defense. Truthfully, he didn’t care what Mikey got up to—he probably knew most of it, anyway. Hearing you say it sent him reeling though, flustered by your shamelessness.

“Because you want me too, don’t you?” you teased, giving him a featherlight kiss.

Of course he did. You saw right through him, your lips turning up in a faint smile when you caught him. After a moment, he gave in. “Mhm, how’d you guess?”

Gerard felt like he was on fire, slotting his lips against yours again, ignoring the way he burned with passion and embarrassment. You could almost feel the anxiety radiating off of him, hands shifting to cradle his face as your tongue glided against his. He still tasted like his soda from the bar, lips artificially sweet with the faintest flavor of cola. You didn’t mind, nipping at them gently, drawing a whiny moan from him.

To his surprise—and humiliation—you weren’t the only one to hear it. A light hand pressed against your lower back, causing you to stir. Gerard noticed, his lashes fluttering open when you pulled away. Mikey stood behind you, and Gerard retracted his hands from your hips immediately, eyes swimming with guilt.

Mikey seemed unfazed, instead flashing his brother a smug grin. “I told you they were good with their mouth.”

Gerard couldn’t help but laugh, flushing as he tried to think of a response. This whole situation was so bizarre, and his train of thought completely derailed when you reached for his hand. His eyes flicked towards Mikey, who simply nodded towards you in permission.

One of his palms rested on your cheek, holding you close as he kissed you with a newfound fervor. Now, he wanted to show off, knowing that you had an audience. Mikey positioned himself behind you, his strong arms around your waist while his teeth grazed the crook of your neck.

Smoothly, his fingers drifted to your jaw, pulling you away from Gerard to press his lips to yours instead. He kissed you so sensually, slow and deep while his brother watched intently from a foot away. It made you dizzy, stomach fluttering at the sweep of his tongue, eliciting a moan that had Gerard stiffening in his jeans. It was all weirdly hot, and you seriously needed to go somewhere more private.

Mikey seemed to read your mind, drawing back and locking eyes with Gerard. You could’ve sworn they had telepathy, leaving you confused and completely out of the loop during their silent exchange.

“We’re at the hotel tonight,” Gerard said, and Mikey gave you a delicate push toward him.

He looked at you with a burning desire, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he gave you a once-over. Gently, his fingers slipped beneath your chin, his thumb stroking your cheek. “Think you can handle both of us?”

—

The moment the door shut, you were back in Mikey’s arms, having rushed down the hotel hall with his arm around your waist. Gerard’s hand was still in yours, giving you a light squeeze before letting go, turning to lock the door while Mikey kissed you in the middle of the room. His hands were already drifting beneath your shirt, his touch rising higher as his thumbs stroked your skin.

“No bra?” he asked, beaming as you tugged at the hem of his tee.

You rolled your eyes jokingly, giving an out-of-breath answer. “It’s August.”

He laughed lightly, part of him wishing that it could always be August. Sliding your hands further up his chest, you let him steal a few more kisses before mumbling softly.

“Off.”

Compliant, he pulled away, letting his brother take over while he stripped off his shirt. Gerard pressed himself against your back and rucked up your top as well, hardly waiting for it to hit the ground before his lips were ghosting your neck. Your head fell back against his shoulder, moaning lightly as he gave you a playful bite.

“You know how long I’ve waited for this?” he asked. “Mikey, tell them.”

Mikey stepped forward again, kissing you briefly before answering. “Weeks, baby. I’d come back after shows, and he’d ask where I’d been,” he said, pausing as his lips brushed against yours. “He wanted me to tell him how pretty you sound when you’re begging for it.”

The sweet sound that left your mouth was swiftly muffled by Mikey, kissing you heatedly while his fingers traced your waistband. If that weren’t enough, Gerard’s hands were climbing higher, tracing your curves with a contrasting tenderness. Familiar wetness was growing between your thighs, and it seemed to increase tenfold when he sucked a soft bruise into your skin. As if he could sense it, he mouthed below your ear, pricking your neck with his teeth.

“Gonna let us take care of you?” he questioned breathily, rolling your nipples beneath his thumbs.

You mewled softly and incidentally ground against his hard-on, squirming further as he let out a groan. His eyes drew shut, planting a kiss at the top of your jaw while Mikey popped the button on your jeans, reluctantly pulling back to let you undress. You almost whined at his absence, lashes fluttering when Mikey pulled away with a final tug to your lower lip, mimicking Gerard’s behavior. Two more pairs of jeans joined yours on the floor, and Gerard gave you an eager spank as you climbed onto the mattress.

“Cute panties,” he teased, studying your form as you propped yourself up on your elbows. “Nice of you to dress for the occasion.”

Mikey huffed a laugh, and you glanced down to see Gerard between your legs. Sure enough, you were donning black lace, and your stomach fluttered at the sight. They barely covered you, mostly mesh with intricate designs stitched on, and Gerard was more than happy about it.

Briefly, your gaze met his, catching the predatory glint in his eyes. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, eyes half-lidded as you stared at him. “Picked ‘em out just for you,” you said, shifting closer to him.

He grinned, bending your knees and smoothing his hands over your thighs. “You’re just the sweetest little thing, aren’t you?”

You hummed, beaming as your head dropped back against the pillows. “That’s what they tell me.”

Amused, Mikey settled beside you, resuming his brother’s work from earlier as his fingers dragged along your chest. You ran a hand through his hair, grip tightening with a shaky gasp as Gerard’s tongue glided up your clothed slit. It was only to rile you up, proven as his lips trailed towards your thighs instead. His hands were warm against you, running smoothly across your legs in mild wonder. Part of him was still shocked that this was real—that you were truly in his hotel room, eyes screwed shut as he scattered kisses across your skin. Every move he made had you buzzing, desperate for contact as his mouth inched closer to your cunt.

Eager, you made a gentle shift towards him, arching slightly as Mikey’s tongue flicked against you. Gerard spared you a sly glance, fingers tugging at your waistband before he spoke. “Someone’s excited.”

You began to retort, but the words spun into a soft gasp when Mikey tweaked one of your nipples. His timing was absolutely intentional, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, relishing in the warmth of his tongue as it swirled against you. With excessive effort, you managed to collect yourself, taking a weak breath and shooting back, “Someone’s a tease.”

“Maybe,” Gerard agreed, dropping your panties onto the pile of discarded clothes. “But I’ll make it up to you.”

You almost missed his promise, already losing your comprehension skills as his brother redirected your attention. From your first night with Mikey, you knew he was good with his mouth, and he certainly knew what he was doing now. He already knew what made you tick, and he used Gerard to his advantage. It seemed that any time you gave the older one attention, Mikey’s mouth was back on you, more out of amusement than envy. If you thought for even a moment that you could lift your head and watch Gerard, he’d catch your nipple between his teeth, just light enough for your eyes to fall shut, giving his hair a reflexive tug.

Cursing, you let your hand slide down to his cheek, pulling him from your chest for a moment. They were in mental cahoots, you swore to God, barely beginning to kiss Mikey before Gerard was flattening his tongue against you. Mikey hardly muffled it, fingers still at work while you moaned against his lips. Slowly, your free hand drifted down to Gerard, the other pressed against Mikey’s chest. Gerard gave a sweet hum as you ran your fingers through his hair, sucking a kiss to your clit in return.

A moan slipped past your lips, arching towards him while Mikey moved to kiss along your jaw. You could feel him smiling against your skin, nipping before mumbling praise in your ear. “You’re being so good for us, you know that?”

You nodded, pressing your head harder into the pillows as they double-teamed, a slew of erotic noises spilling into the air. Gerard pulled you closer, reveling in your touch as your hand smoothed through his hair. Much to your objection, he pulled away, fingers passing his lips before spreading you open. Briefly, you managed to lock eyes with him, watching as he gave a slow lick. He moaned against you, just loud enough to get a reaction.

“Taste so fuckin’ pretty, babe,” he praised, circling your clit with his thumb.

Mikey pressed his hand against your abdomen, shooting Gerard a smug look. “Told you so.”

With Mikey holding you down, you had nowhere left to go, beginning to writhe against the sheets in both pleasure and impatience. Gerard was taking his time, truly savoring everything you had to offer, staring up at you with his pretty hazel eyes as if he wouldn’t be the death of you. Without Mikey’s kisses or lips against your skin, you really zoned in on Gerard—the way his hands hugged your thighs, his tongue like velvet as lapped up your arousal. You couldn’t seem to get enough, desperately pulling his hair in a fruitless search for friction.

He groaned at the sensation, soft but audible as you tried to grind against him, turning his slow motions into sloppy ones; not that he could complain really, having to restrain himself from rutting against the mattress when you were moaning like that. Still, you craved more, and it didn’t take Mikey long to figure out what you wanted. He shot you a look, sly and plotting as his hand drifted from your stomach to your thigh, swiftly replacing his brother’s. Gerard eyed him curiously, humming in question before pulling back, the vibration sending you reeling. You caught a quick glimpse of him, lips and chin slick with arousal, and the ache between your legs only grew stronger.

Gerard couldn’t have been idle for more than a few seconds, but it felt like a fucking eternity as you squirmed in place. Mikey’s grip tightened in warning, although his eyes stayed trained on his brother as he spoke.

“Use your hands.”

A smile flashed across Gerard’s face, watching your teeth dig into your lower lip at the suggestion. He went easy at first, running his fingers across your folds and gently rubbing your clit. The teasing was back, and he showed no mercy this time, lust and pride flooding his veins when you gave an impatient whine.

“Don’t worry, I’m not stopping,” he assured you, voice sweet as he popped his fingers back into his mouth.

The two of them noticed everything—your erratic breathing, the delicate shift of your hips, and the desperate glint in your eyes as you waited for Gerard to move. They glanced at each other and Mikey nodded in your direction, gaze falling between your thighs, swallowing thickly as he watched Gerard’s fingers.

You were practically bursting with gratitude as you took the first one, quickly retracting your hands from the pair to clutch the sheets. Gerard hadn’t realized you needed it that bad, almost laughing at how sweet and pathetic it was. The urge to taunt you was strong, curling his finger at a steady pace and studying your expression.

“Aw,” he mocked, biting his lip as you clenched around him. “You just want to be filled up, don’t you?”

Nodding, you squeezed your eyes shut, forcing a response despite being nearly incapable of speaking. “Yeah,” you breathed, interrupted with a shaky gasp. “Just want you inside me.”

Gerard could’ve come at that, cursing softly before speaking up. “I know, babe. Mikey and I are gonna take care of you first, and then I’ll fuck you. How’s that sound?”

Even if the words were vulgar, they sounded so chaste coming from him. He spoke gently, making you feel warm all over again, arousal stirring inside of you. His mouth was back on you soon enough, sucking on your clit and adding another finger, working for every sound you made. Warmth quickly spun into heat, rising to your cheeks and spreading across your heaving chest, short breaths escaping your lips in bursts. You were close, muscles going taut while Gerard's fingers crooked quicker, moaning as his tongue flicked at a similar pace.

Mikey was mesmerized, his stare flitting between your contorted features and the sheer determination in his brother’s eyes. Each time Gerard moved, Mikey could see his fingers, buried inside of you as you all but screamed his name. He could feel himself blushing, painfully hard as he watched you take it so well, tracing your arched figure.

“You like Gerard’s mouth, don’t you?” he asked rhetorically, rubbing circles on your thigh. Another whine rolled off your tongue, followed by a frantic nod. “Tell him how much you love it.”

Mikey was going to Hell. Absolutely. Damn him and his stupid, arrogant grin, prompting you to speak when he knew you could barely string words together. Gerard would’ve been laughing if he weren’t using his mouth, laser-focused on making you come. Still, his lips turned up, noticeable for a split second before getting back to work. If your fingers hadn't been digging into the comforter, you might’ve knocked Mikey off the bed, but you felt like you’d sink into the floorboards without something to ground you. Even though you were tempted to ignore him, he squeezed your thigh expectantly, resulting in a very pathetic attempt to speak.

“Fuck, Gerard,” you slurred, mouth falling open as he hummed curiously. “You’re so fucking good, please don’t stop, please.”

The praise made him shiver, and he made a mental note to thank Mikey for prompting you later. You were a wreck in the best way possible, vocal and blissed out, pleading with them until the pressure ceased. Gerard didn’t pull away at first, only slowing down while Mikey returned to your side, purring praise and stroking your cheek. You could barely understand what he was saying, panting and staring up at him starry-eyed. He cracked a smile, warm and genuine when you took his hand in yours, kissing his palm and intertwining your fingers.

Gerard shifted up the bed, wiping his mouth on his shirt and tugging it off before settling on his knees. His lips met yours, kissing you with his typical tenderness while you cupped his cheek softly. He got a good look at you after pulling away, really taking in the sight before him.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, smoothing his hand over your stomach.

His touch made you feel fuzzy, despite how your mind was beginning to sharpen. Mikey held your hand a little tighter, tilting your chin to kiss you, becoming all too aware of his erection. Honestly, he felt like his dick was going to fall off if it went ignored any longer.

Gerard was in a similar boat, his eyes softening when you pulled away from Mikey and sat up straight. You looked at him expectantly, receiving a half smile and another fleeting kiss, Gerard resting his forehead against yours after.

“Can I fuck you, pretty baby?” he asked, turning obscenities into something holy with his honeyed tone. “You wanna let Mikey use your mouth?”

How his curses sounded saccharine was beyond you, but it still had your heart racing, squeezing Mikey’s hand with a nod. Mikey pressed a kiss to your head, nearly sighing in relief as he tugged off his boxers and kneeled beside you. Delicately, your fingers danced along Gerard’s waistband, thumbs stroking his hips while he held the back of your head. “Go ahead,” he said, swallowing hard as you stripped him.

He was heavy in your hand, a light shiver wracking through him when you took him in your fist. ”Jesus,” you murmured, the pair almost laughing as you stared at Gerard in awe.

You could feel yourself growing hot, breath catching in your throat before your tongue darted out. Mikey’s hand was still in yours, gently guiding it towards his cock, his eyes fluttering shut as you stroked him. Staring up at Gerard, you leaned forward and pressed your tongue against him, studying his reaction and taking him into your mouth. It didn’t last long, but it was enough time for you to learn how sensitive he was. Wetness grew between your thighs when he moaned, watching his head loll back as you took him deeper.

His eyes fluttered open, glancing from his brother’s concentrated expression to your thighs rubbing together. As good as your mouth felt, he wanted to be in you, and you seemed to want it too.

“Hey, c’mere,” he spoke softly, reluctantly pulling you off.

Saliva spread itself across your lips, and a whine crept up your throat at the sudden emptiness. It took all of his willpower not to give in, but he knew it would be worth it for everyone. After a bit of awkward shuffling, he positioned you in the middle of the mattress, facing Mikey at the headboard while Gerard kneeled behind you. The two of them made eye contact for a moment, holding back a laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Their attention drew back to you though, Gerard pushing you onto all fours and giving himself quite the view.

Slowly, he eased in, hands smoothing over your ass while you gasped around Mikey. Gerard took a shaky breath, moaning at the feeling of wet heat. Christ, you were tight, squeezing his cock as he sunk inside, already trying to rock back against him.

“Shit, Mikes,” Gerard sighed, listening to you mewl and gag around Mikey. “When was the last time you fucked them?”

Mikey rolled his eyes, quick to fire back. “Last night in your bunk.”

Gerard snickered, slowly thrusting in again. Every time he moved, it rocked you against Mikey, whose hand cradled the back of your head and pushed you down further. Maybe it was a little slutty, but being used by the brothers had arousal coursing through you, desperate as ever for a rough fuck. Mikey already knew, giving a few thrusts into your mouth while Gerard set a pace, moaning as your eyes watered.

“Fuck ‘em harder,” he told Gerard, who was still trying to go easy. “They can take it, I promise.”

“Is that what you want?” Gerard asked, earning a soft mhm in response.

God, he had never been this hard in his life. You were still trying to grind against him, searching for anything to soothe the ache, and Gerard was in heaven. He pulled out almost completely and roughly snapped his hips against yours, biting his lip hard enough to bleed when a loud cry tore from your throat. Mikey looked so pleased with himself, panting as sweat clung to his hairline, his hips bucking until your nose brushed against his abdomen.

“That’s it, baby, take it all,” he cooed, caressing your cheek before pulling his hips back.

You were a mess, pulling off to breathe while Gerard pounded into you with much more ferocity. Mikey held his cock in his hand, jerking it slowly before sliding past your lips again, smearing them with saliva and precum. It was all fucking filthy, from his low moans to the way he pushed your head down, forcing you to be humiliatingly sloppy, making such a mess on his cock. Not to mention how his brother was filling you up, reveling in your warmth, and memorizing how it felt to be buried inside of you.

Mikey always got loud before coming; even if he tried to stifle his moans, you never failed to notice them. His chest rose and fell at a rapid rate, mouth falling open as you sped up, only to groan weakly when you pulled away. Instead, you let him fuck your fist, sucking a bruise below his hip.

“Fuck, Mikey,” you whined, scraping your teeth against his thigh just to hear him moan. “Gonna come for me?”

He gave a soft hum, cock twitching as you took him back in your mouth, pumping your fist a few more times before he came down your throat. Gerard couldn’t tear his eyes away, catching the look of bliss on Mikey’s face, slack-jawed and pupils blown while you stuck your tongue out with pride. Your hand kept moving even after Mikey had come, stroking him until he slumped against the headboard, admiring you with contrasting chastity.

The same pressure from earlier had begun to build, leaving you sensitive and desperate as Gerard’s merciless rhythm continued. It was almost embarrassing how needy you sounded, dropping your head against the mattress while he pulled your hips against his, moaning and panting behind you. Every whimper and cry went straight to his cock, and Gerard was growing closer by the second. He could feel it, his head spinning and muscles beginning to stiffen, bottoming out while you clenched around him.

“You’re doing so well,” he said, his voice far softer than the snap of his hips. “Can you come for me?”

His stomach fucking fluttered as you let out one of the most pornographic sounds he’d ever heard, moaning and pleading with him to keep going while he pounded you into the mattress. Your whole body tensed, gripping the sheets in one hand while Mikey held the other.

“I’m not gonna stop,” Gerard assured you. “I’ve got you.”

It didn’t take much more than his praise and consolation for you to succumb to your release, warmth rippling through you once more. Gerard gave a few more thrusts before pulling out, cock twitching in his hand as he finished himself off. Stuck in a blissful stupor, you could hardly comprehend their praise, more focused on coming to your senses. You felt heavy, watching Mikey pull his boxers back on while Gerard disappeared into the bathroom. Mikey petted your head gently and you blinked up at him bleary-eyed, letting out a light sigh as a warm washcloth brushed across your skin.

He pulled you into his lap once Gerard had finished cleaning up, burying his head into the crook of your neck. “You’re perfect,” he mumbled, peppering kisses on your shoulder.

You laughed quietly and leaned into his touch, watching Gerard redress and flick off the lights before climbing under the covers. You and Mikey joined him, sharing a few kisses and affectionate murmurs. Eventually, your breathing took on an even pattern, Mikey’s shifting came to a stop, and Gerard’s eyelids grew heavy. Before he could fall asleep though, Gerard took his phone from the nightstand, sending a quick text.

To: Frank worth it.

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[bunni-writing-desk]

"Feeling Left Out"

all of MCR x drummer!male reader

(mentioned: Ray x Mikey, Gerard x Frank Kinda Implied: Mikey x Frank, Ray x Gerard)

Warnings/tags: Emotional hurt/comfort, extremely self-indulgent, MCR as a polycule with y/n, self-indulgent use of pet names, set sometime during Revenge era

based on how I hide in bathrooms when I get upset at hotels, as mentioned this is extremely self-indulgent :]

The four boys that lay around you, sleeping soundly and holding onto each other, you loved them so much but things were going through your mind. All five of you finished your last performance a couple of days ago and being on the road since then.

Tonight was a hotel night, which was when all of you would gather in the biggest bed the hotel had in a single room and cuddle while watching movies. The movie, which Gerard had picked this time, had ended hours ago but you were still not asleep. You looked at the two pairs on each side of you, both of them looked cozy. Ray and Mikey were practically tangled together on your left, while Gerard and Frank were snuggling on your right. As much as you love seeing them all peaceful, you felt left out.

Tears started to blur your vision, you hated crying around your partners. Just as little sniffles started bubbling up from your throat you got up. Shuffling off the bed as quietly as possible, trying not to disturb your boyfriends, you walked to your suitcase. You quickly moved your clothes around and pulled out your comfort blanket, the blanket you've had since you were born, and walked into the bathroom. The cold tiles made shivers run up your body. You shut the door behind you, lock it, and sit on the floor. The blanket is held close to your chest, running your fingers over the worn texture of the ripped-up and old fabric.

Finally, you let the tears run down your face, but you still made cation to keep as silent as possible with your sobs. You let yourself cry for a while, finding safety in your blanket and the closed door of the bathroom.

You had always felt a little left out of the band, you knew that they never meant to do that logically but right now your mind wasn't being very logical. You were always sitting up at your drum set, watching the rest of the boys dance around and interact. Kisses, hugs, and other things that only served to fluster you, it all made you feel more Isolated.

Of course, you loved to see your boyfriends being happy and jumping around, but it felt like they didn't have time to turn around and even just send you a wink. It's like they always forgot you were there, just keeping the tempo for them to do amazing things on their guitars and hit high notes with their voices. You were in the background, forgettable, merely a drummer. Nothing special, you were a dime a dozen and you knew that. You felt like you didn't contribute to anything relating to the music, they could find a million other drummers better than you. Why were they keeping you around? It must be out of pity, right? There was no other reason. They only included you in cuddles out of pity, they only let you join the band out of pity. You were just a small disabled drummer that was easy to ignore.

Suddenly there was a noise coming from the entryway in the dark. It was the sound of the door handle being pulled, and the door not budging against the lock put in place. The abruptness of the situation made you jump in place on the ground and pull out your thoughts. Your breathing was made heavier by the scare, chest rising up and down fast.

Meanwhile on the other side of the locked door was a perplexed and very tired Frank. He tried the handle once more before looking over at the bed to see who was missing beside him. Realizing that it was you in the bathroom, he returned to the door and noticed the lack of light from the crack under the wood. His eyebrows twisted up in worry and he knocked gently next to the handle.

"Y/N? You in there, hun?" You had always loved that he called you that, made you feel like a 1960s couple, but the most you could respond to the concerned voice was with a hum. Not a decisive or answering hum but more of an acknowledgment of the question. Frank frowned at that, thinking for a few moments before softly asking another question. "Can I come in?"

You didn't know what to do. Should you let him and possibly see your tear-stained face? Or should you keep the door locked and make him walk to the gas station on the corner just to use the bathroom? You couldn’t handle the thought of making Frank pissed off by not opening the door so you got up. You unlocked the door, opened it, and walked out. Frank watched you step out of the bathroom and then sit on the floor by the entryway.

"Sorry." Your voice was barely a whisper, but in the quiet stillness of the room, your boyfriend that was up was able to hear you. Your body and head were facing to the front, but your eyes avoided Frank's shadowy silhouette. You could practically feel his eyes on you as he stared with worry. He then turned into the bathroom and closed the door behind himself. Thoughts droned on in your head as your eyes bore into the carpeted ground.

The sound of the bathroom door clicking open again brought you back to the current. Not knowing how long you were zoned out for you looked up at Frank who had just walked out of the closet-sized room. You thought he was just going to go back to the giant shared bed and fall asleep again but he didn’t. Instead, he sat right next to you, pulling his knees up to his chest like you. You must have looked surprised because Frank smiled gently.

“I’m not going to just leave my boyfriend alone to wallow in his thoughts. I’ve seen that face on Gerard plenty of times, what’s going on in that brain, hmm?” He laid his head on top of his knees, facing you as if he was going to decypher your thoughts from your expressions. You took a few seconds to gather your mind, what were you going to tell him exactly? You couldn’t tell him everything, that would be too much, so you settled on a simple answer.

“Just feeling… left out?” You phrased your answer like a question hoping that you wouldn’t hurt Frank’s feelings with your words somehow. He just hummed in response, looking over your face again and waiting for you to go on. When you didn’t continue talking he spoke up, asking another question.

“Left out?” He echoed your words, making sure you knew that he was wanting you to keep talking about how you felt. You hated this, you hate talking about how you felt, especially to people you’re close to. But you continued on anyways, convincing yourself that it would be okay and that Frank had asked to hear your worries.

You took a short breath before starting to dislodge every thought from your mind to your mouth. “I just see you four on stage in front of me, all interacting and dancing around and having fun. I guess I just feel so left out because I’m separated by my drum kit, up and away from the rest of you. And it’s not like I contribute much to the band anyways, I’m just here to keep tempo so all of you can make the music. I joined late. All of you had known each other for so much longer before I ever joined, you all know each other so much more than I do. It just feels like I’m an outsider, even if I’m in the middle of all of you I still feel like I’m not even there.” You stared at the ground, the overwhelming silence swallowing you whole. “Sorry for rambling, that probably sounded stupid, huh?”

Head in your hands, you started to contemplate why you even opened your mouth at all. A sudden intake of a breath beside you made you lift your head, just to try to get a glimpse of what Frank was feeling. “First of all, I want to say that you mean so much to all of us. We all love you so much, and what would happen if you weren’t there to keep the beat going? We would all be lost within the notes of each song. You are so important inside the band and outside. Ask any of the guys and they would all tell you that they love you and think you are extremely important. Sure we knew each other before you got here, but we didn’t have the same chemistry- no pun intended-” He cut himself off, making you chuckle at his little joke.

He picked up where he left off in his sentence, “We didn’t have the same chemistry without you. You showed us how to love, and who to love. You can't be replaced because without out we aren’t anything. We’re just a bunch of discordant guys playing random guitar riffs into the void. Without you there to hold all of us together to a rhythm we don’t exist the same way.” He set a hand on your shoulder, trying his best to comfort you. You had always forgotten how good your short-haired boyfriend was at putting things into words, he really should’ve become a poet. But here he was, using his words to serenade you with sappy comfort.

A smile finally graced your features, and tears started to run down your cheeks again. He brushed some of them away with his sweater sleeve, holding your face after doing so. “You’re so wonderful and important and amazing, my love.” You leaned into him, moving your face from his hands to hide in his shoulder.

“I love you so much, I love you all so much.” That was all you could utter under your breath as you sobbed lightly into one of your boyfriends’ arms. He gently ran his hand up and down your back. The two of you sat on the tile ground for a while until your soft sobs turned to little sniffles. Gently Frank pulled away from you just a bit to look at your face.

“Want to go back to bed?” He softly asked and you nodded your head yes. Frank smiled and put one arm under your shoulders and the other under your knees. He lifted you up, surprising you as he hadn’t done this before. Carrying you to the bed carefully, he tried to stay as quiet as possible until he dropped you onto the bed. You let out an involuntary yelp which made the rest of the group groan and wake.

Looking up at Frank you quickly whispered to him in an incredulous voice, “What was that for, now everyone else is awake.” You were annoyed that you had woken up the other three, hoping they were not mad at you. Frank only chuckled in response to your question and with a normal voice, which was far too loud for the middle of the night, he said, ��Cuddle pile.”

You nearly yelped again when Frank jumped on top of you, the rest of the guys surrounding you quickly in a pile. Each of them laid a hand on you, trying to show you that they were all there. Frank only ever called for a cuddle pile when one of you wasn’t feeling well, they knew by now that that meant getting to the person in the middle as fast as possible. You reveled in the warmth of all your boyfriends surrounding you, cuddling into your side or laying on top of you. Just like that all of you gradually drifted off to sleep. You would explain in the morning why Frank had called for a cuddle pile and were sure to get more snuggles far into the evening tomorrow, but for now, all of you rested on the comfortable hotel bed.

#gerard way x reader #ray toro x reader #mikey way x reader #frank iero x reader #male reader #frank iero x male reader #frank iero x you #mikey way x male reader #mikey way x you #ray toro x male reader #ray toro x you #gerard way x male reader #gerard way x you #mcr x reader #mcr x male reader #poly mcr #poly mcr x reader #poly mcr x male reader #fanfic writing #fanfic #mcr fanfiction #bandom fic #hurt/comfort #cuddle piles :]

[eleuphoric]

𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐃𝐨 𝐈𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

(𝐃𝐨𝐦) 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐲 𝐱 (𝐒𝐮𝐛) 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

•𝙈𝘿𝙉𝙄• 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙮 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙩, 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙨, 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙨•

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•𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙗 + 𝙨𝙝𝙚/𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙨•

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜! 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙨: 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘥𝘰𝘮/𝘴𝘶𝘣, 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨

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“Yeah angel you like that?“ Mikey had you held down as he thrusted into you relentlessly. One hand was firmly wrapped around your neck as the other ran circles on your aching bud. “A-ah s’much please.” It was almost impossible to form thoughts, your brain melting away as all you could feel and think about was Mikey’s cock filling you up to the brim. His thrusts got more and more intense, hitting that exact spot that had you rolling your eyes back seeing stars. “Aw baby you look so adorable all fucked out for me, you can’t even think.” Mikey smirked seeing you so out of it for him, so vulnerable as he pounded his thick cock in and out of you, quickly reaching the edge as your walls began to tighten around him. “M-Mikey m’gonna cum please.” “Beg for it sugar, beg for me to let you cum.” As you were teetering over the edge you let out what you could for him, “P-please Mikey don’t stop I’ll be good!” He would normally deny you a little longer, but as your slick walls milked his already aching dick he couldn’t resist that release. “A-ah good girl, cum for me baby cum all over my cock.” Those words were all you needed to hear as you felt that knot come undone in your lower stomach, your release pooling out of you onto Mikey’s cock. It didn’t take him long to finish as your walls choked his dick. “Ohhh, fuck baby m’ cumming.” Mikey’s thrusts became harder and slower as you felt him shoot ropes into you before collapsing onto you.

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𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜! 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚’𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙩! 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙄 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙄 𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧𝙨.

-𝙚𝙡

#mcr #my chemical romance #emo #my chemical romance smut #mcr smut #mikey way #mikey fucking way #mikey way x reader smut #mcr mikey #mikey way x reader #smut #mikey x reader #eleuphoric fic

[thatone-deadchick]

Fr need more people to write goth!reader or alt!reader I hardly ever find any, please 🙏 I would but I’m a terrible writer

#chad meeks martin x reader #ethan landry x reader #pedro pascal x reader #paul dano x reader #scream #art the clown x reader #mindy meeks martin #mindy meeks x reader #mindy meeks martin x reader #tangerine x reader #jack champion x reader #slashers x reader #stu matcher x reader #can you tell what fandom i’m trying to have make this happen #matthew lillard x reader #spencer reid x reader #dave lizewski x reader #charlie walker x reader #mikey way x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #könig x reader #hobie brown x reader #spiderman noir x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #baby firefly x reader

[anystalker707]

+1

Pairing: Mikey x [gn, afab] Reader Word count: ~ 1 000 Genre: Smut Summary: You and Mikey are trying for a baby. Kind of content: Breeding kink / Lots of body description / Edging / Light overstim

Requested by @amelancholysunshine [Hi! I'd like to request a Fem x Mikey fic (current era) in which they're trying for a baby, if that's possible? I've been slowly discovering your fics and they are GREAT! Thank you for writing!]

MASTERLIST

          Mikey took a deep breath, lips slightly open as he tried to breathe out as slowly as possible. The sweat accumulated over his furrowed brows; he looked down at you with blow pupils, his hazel eyes reduced to thin rings at this point, while he tried to take in every detail of you. His Addam’s apple bobbed up and down with a thick gulp. This was taking every ounce of self-control in him.

Mikey’s hands were tight around your thighs, his fingers sinking into the fat of your thighs to hold you in place. His eyes averted from your face to between the two of you—he was trying to edge himself as much as possible, watching his cock sink into your pussy slowly. It had been going on for a while already, to the point a creamy white ring was formed around his cock right where it would stop whenever sinking into you. Fuck, he shouldn’t have looked. The sight of your pussy throbbing around him, puffy lips and clit, made the heat rise up all again, so he had to still his hips for a while.

Your shirt was still around your shoulders, rolled up right above your breasts to expose them for Mikey. Red marks of bites and sucks already littered them, and your nipples were swollen from all the abuse from earlier; Mikey observed your chest as it moved with your breaths, out of pace. Strands of hair stuck to your face and neck due to the sweat, and the look on your face was one of need, even if you didn’t say anything, only biting your lip. Mikey knew how much you wanted to cum—probably even more than he did—, but he couldn’t help it. All of that was for the greater good. He could even feel pride swelling in his chest at the sight of how hopeless you looked, with your arms above your head, looking fucked out, folded in half for him.

Okay, his thoughts weren’t helping.

Mikey breathed slowly as he started moving his hips again, and maybe he wouldn’t be able to hold it back this time. He could already feel his hips practically moving on his own due to the overstimulation brought by the constant edging, and he could tell the feeling was shared, given the way you squirmed and whined with practically every move.

“M-More,” you finally cracked, voice weak and choked out as your knuckles turned white around the duvets. “Please, Mikey,” you whispered weakly, back arching against the mattress. A deep groan came from you as Mikey’s cock reached a deeper spot inside you, given the way you shifted. “Fill me up,” you whispered, closing your mouth to muffle a groan as you pressed your eyes shut and threw your head back.

The thought of filling you with his cum and finally impregnating you sent a rush through Mikey’s veins. That had been the whole point, either way. Edging himself to make sure he came a lot in a single time. It was a contrast to how he’d fucked you until he was dry, the other night. You said you wanted a baby, so the best he could do was guarantee you could have one, right? He wanted to do his best. Just the thought of fucking you until you had a baby of his inside you was enough to make him speed up his thrusts without a lot of thought. The two of you had been in it for a while, so he also doubted he would last a lot longer. His mind was already hazy, barely able to form any coherent thought aside from the idea of breeding you like you’d asked.

Your cries for Mikey to fill you up only kept making it harder for him to resist, but you really couldn’t help. It didn’t matter how much you’d been fucked for these past days, his cock managed to stretch and fill you just nice every single time, making your toes curl, and your eyes roll into the back of your head every time his hips met your ass.

Your words were incoherent along the long whiny moans that escaped your lips. The way Mikey was starting to fuck you steady again was making the knot in your lower stomach grow tighter again, making that pressure build up once more, and it was a lot more intense this time.

Mikey couldn’t hold in anymore. The way you clenched around him made it so difficult. His thrusts gained a rough, faster pace before he could actually take notice of it happening, but he didn’t fight it anymore.

The orgasm that arrived first was yours—it snatched a string of moans from your lips as you clenched more onto the blankets, squeezing Mikey’s cock tightly. Your head fell back against the pillow, thighs trembling, and toes curling. It felt so, so good, and it inevitably brought Mikey down with you. He gasped, cumming, making sure to do it deep inside you, continuing to thrust to make sure his cum painted your walls just perfectly, trying to guarantee your wishes.

Once it started feeling too much, Mikey kept his hips still, still not pulling out.

“Fuck,” Mikey whispered, trying to breathe. His breath was as out of pace as yours, chests heaving up and down. He lay down on top of you, still feeling the sporadic throbbing where you two were connected, still trying to come down from the clarity that had almost made his mind malfunction.

Mikey’s lips met your chest, pressing kisses over the sweaty skin once again, a hand running up and down your side to make up for the way he’d made you even shed tears around him. His hand eventually ran over your stomach, rubbing the skin almost in a hopeful manner.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Mikey whispered, giving your hip a squeeze, “and I’ll fix you something warm to eat.”

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#my chemical romance #mikey way #x reader #x female reader #mikey way x reader #mcr x reader #writing #oneshot #imagine #fan fic #fan fiction #scenario

[d3adonarrival]

jealous mikey way jealous mikey way jealous mikey way jealous mikey way jealous mikey way jealous mikey way jealous mikey way jealous mikey way jealous mikey way jealous mikey way jealous mikey way jealous mikey way jealous mikey way jealous mikey way jealous mikey way jealous mikey way

#my chemical romance #mcr #My chemical romance x reader #mcr x reader #mikey way #mikey way x reader

[rdiowx]

MCR AUDIO LIST

Disclaimer: Might sound like them might just remind me of them, even if it does sound like them might not be a perfect match!!! Also the majority of these are female aligned because uh people suck

Gerard

Nonstop nut november

I luv cockwarming

The way he was crying behind the door was soo

Why camp when u could fuck?

I threw in a dom one out of pity

Frank

Guess ur not reading that book

For the people who like puppy play 🫡

Somnophilia luvrs

Yea so what i based that one fic off this

Tell me this isnt frank

Mikey

Wrap it b4 u tap it guys

OMG A MALE LISTENER ONE!

I mean the title did say he was fucking the brat out of u

2. Men.

Thigh riding w/ mikey way

RAY

In which Ray toro fingers u to sleep

Video games make you horny or smth idk

I like mythos a lot if u couldn’t tell

Ray toro coded audio id like to think

Celebrating ur birthday with ray toro

#mcr x reader #frank iero x reader #mcr x reader smut #frank iero x reader smut #ray toro x reader #gerard way x reader #ray toro x reader smut #gerard way x reader smut #mikey way x reader #mcr smut #Mcr audios

[littlesunshine1223]

KOBRA KID HEADCANONS??????

Kobra Kid NSFW Headcanons

- he prefers to be in charge but he does have his moments where he wants to be a good boy for you

- he might look like a twink to most people but the second the two of you are in the bedroom it’s a whole different story

- the only times he’ll submit to you completely is if he knows you’ve been having a rough day or if it’s your birthday

- he has a temper (just like Party Poison) and if you piss this snake off enough you’ll feel his bite because you won’t be able to walk the next day

- tug his hair, mark him up with hickeys, leave a perfect handprint on his ass, and edge him till he’s about to cry if you want him to submit for the night

- *Slaps roof of car* this bad boy can go for many many rounds and great potential to make you unable to walk properly for a week

- if you wear his jacket then go lay and spread out on his motorcycle then he will go feral and he’ll have to be drug off you

- his neck, sides, thighs, and chest are his most sensitive spots and if you leave hickeys on any of those places then he’ll get hard by just the sight or even when it’s mentioned

- wanna tease him and turn him on bend him over the nearest surface and whisper what you want to do to him/what you want him to do to you or simply wear his clothes and wait for him in your shared bedroom

- The other Killjoys in the diner threatened to kill you and bury you in the sand when they saw a big hickey on Kobra’s lower neck and collarbone but now the two of you never hear the end of it from Ghoul who likes to tease the two of you

- once he gets between your legs he doesn’t want to get out and if you try to pull him away he’ll whine like a dog and almost start crying from the thought you didn’t like him going down on you

- just reassure him and give him a few kisses and he’ll be on top of you in no time as he rails you into the mattress while praising you and giving you sloppy kisses

#kobra kid #kobra kid xreader #danger days the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #danger days #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #mcr fanfiction #mcr5 is real #mcr x reader #mcr5 #mcr tumblr #mcrmy #mcr #my chemical mikey #mikey way #mikey way x reader

[nikkisixxsmissingpick]

Just a unfortunate dream

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Warnings: nightmares, mentions of death, Gerard cries, pet names

written by someone who's first language is NOT english

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Gerard is the best partner you anyone could ever wish for. They were caring, they were gentle, not to mention absolutely stunning.

You couldn't be happier.

Every weekend you both would alternate sleeping in each other's places, because you felt as if being with him during college wasn't enough. Today was the turn to sleep at yours.

When it was around 6 pm Gerard knocked at your door, the only thing he he brought with him being the shirt he borrowed from you last month

"hi sweetheart"

you greet them with a little peck as they enter trough the door, handling you your Metallica shirt back

"I've missed you..."

They mumble looking down, as if a bit ashamed. He was always a bit shy around you, no matter how much time you guys have been together

"but, Gee, I've seen you earlier today to grab the movie and I called, like... Three minutes before you left home"

You say with a chuckle, hugging their waist to keep them close. He buried his face on your neck, breathing you in

"I know, but I still missed you!"

You smiled, kissing their cheek and walking with him towards your room. Both of you enter the poster-filled bedroom

Gerard sits down on your bed, taking out his shoes as you put your "a night at the opera" Queen vinyl to play, lowering to volume to let it be just a background noise.

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3 hours later

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You both are cuddled up on your bed by the time the "the shining" credits roll on the tv screen. You look down at your lover to see them sleeping soundly, griping slightly on your shirt.

You grab the controller and turn off the tv, covering both of you with the blanket as you slip down on the bed some more, wrapping your arms around Gerard's waist gently.

Slowly you also drift to sleep

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Not even thirty minutes later Gerard starts to move around in bed, little "no"'s and "please stay"'s leaving his lips every now and then.

Gerard jolts awake, startled. They look around the room, their breath irregular and fat hot tears rolling down his cheeks

You slowly wake up at the faint sound of crying coming from your side

"sweetheart?"

You call, a bit groggy from sleep. When you sit up straight you bring a hand to cup his cheek, wiping away their tears with your thumb

"what happened, love?"

Gerard leans in your touch, but guilt starts to accumulate on his chest and he shakes his head

"it's stupid... I'm sorry for waking you up..."

He sniffs a bit and you frown, a small curve on your eyebrows as you look at them

"sweetheart, if you're sobbing then it can't be that stupid... And the last person to judge you would be me.."

You reassure, running your hand on his greasy black hair. Gerard just breaks down then and there, slowly resting his head on your shoulder as he sobs

You hold him close, rubbing his back soothingly

"i-i had a dream... You died... All because of me"

They say in between sobs and hiccups, his hands grabbing on your shirt tightly as to be sure you're really there

"and I didn't tell you, but I've been having this kind of dream over and over again... I can't take it anymore... I want to make it stop..."

He continues, all while you play with the ends of his hair and rub his back gently

"sweetheart... First of all, I'm very, very proud of you for having the courage to tell me... And the other thing is that I don't have a magic recipe to make the nightmares stop, but if you want I can be with you every night... I wouldn't mind a bit hold you every night if you think it might help in a way"

Gerard looks at you with wide eyes, as if they can't believe you

"you would?"

He asks in a whisper, looking at you in the eyes

"mhm, every night if you need"

You reassure with nothing but love resembling on your face

"I don't deserve you"

He says, a small smile tugging at their lips in the middle of tears

"yes you do... It was just a unfortunate dream, okay? I'm here... I'll always be"

You say, pressing a tender kiss to their forehead. For that night Gerard didn't have anymore nightmares.

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This is shit, but I wanted to write something. I accept criticism

#gerard way x reader #mcr x reader #frank iero x reader #Ray Toro x reader #mikey way x reader #gerard way #frank iero #ray toro #mikey way #kinda angsty #this is really bad

[all2angels]

Stalker mikey finally deciding to sneak into your house and fuck you <3

tw stalking, a little cnc?, dom!mikey

finding a threatening note from ur stalker (signed w blood too) when you get home and deciding to leave the windows unlocked for him yesyes pls 🙏

mikey opens ur bedroom windows and sees you sleeping peacefully and wants to protect ur piece so he masturbates while watching you sleep and cums all over ur things + pillow as a gift for u the next morning.

then leaving another note that he won't be so nice next time ^3^ (he WILL gag u, place handcuffs on ur wirsts, and put a sack over ur head next time)

#RARE SUB READER POST?? #can be any era mikey id let him hit anyway #mikey way #mikey way x reader #mcr x reader #mcr smut #all2angels

[mychemicalbarrett]

So...if I were to write a vampire x reader fanfiction...who should be the vampire...?

#my chemical romance x reader #my chemical romance #gerard way x reader #gerard way #mikey way x reader #mikey way #pete wentz x reader #pete wentz #gabe saporta #william beckett #fall out boy x reader #fall out boy #cobra starship #the academy is... #awsten knight x reader #awsten knight #waterparks x reader

[hesitant-angel]

i need more mikey content that isnt smut!! just like sweet and silly headcannons

someone give me mikey concepts please

#mikey way x reader #mcr x reader #my chem x reader #my chemical romance fanfiction #not a fic