I bite at the hand that feeds me pencey prep and arma angelus horny poster flag in pfp is nursyricgender (a gender which has themes of nurses, syringes, and a slight lovesick feeling)
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smut prompt 8 x tbp era mikey way??!?!??! i feel lile tbp mikey is just so dirty nasty tbh like hes so dom idgaf
ignorance is your new best friend
"Open your legs for me, baby. I wanna see you."
(prompts originally from @delusionisaplace)
anon i could not agree with you more… so here we are!
w/c: 2,210k
content warnings: afab reader, rough sex, dom!mikey, brat reader, reader is a sound techie for the band lol, also mikey is kinda a jerk sorry, angry sex, kinda angst but a happy ending
a/n: (finally writing this like three months later.... oops.. sorry...) not proofread, so there may be some grammatical and mechanical errors. also don't rlly know if I like this one... oh well!
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mikey had always liked to act oblivious. oblivious to your antics, more so. all day you'd been following him around backstage like a sad dog wanting attention, but still, he paid no mind.
was he ignoring you on purpose? trying to push your buttons? trying to see just how far he could get before you would fall right back into his arms (and bunk) for the night.
you tried not to dwell on it, after all if something was wrong mikey would say something, right? you dragged your feet around backstage to the catering table, picking at the stale sandwiches left behind.
"jesus, what's wrong with you dude?" a voice came from behind you, and from none other than frank, possibly the most nosy friend you've had in your life.
you quickly turned around, trying to hide the empty feeling that mikey was ignoring you. you had been sleeping together for some time but had never really had the "what are we?" conversation. you had kind of hoped it stayed that way though, you were just a sound tech for the band, but had known mikey for years.
shaking your head you murmured, "i'm fine frankie, besides it's not really your business anyways" slowly walking away from the catering table, head down. you loved frank, but you didn't really have the energy to gossip about your tragic sex life at the moment.
before you could walk even three steps away, a foot was placed in front of yours, causing you to look up, face to face with frank.
"you're annoying, you know that right?" his smile wide and as stupid as ever. you really weren't getting out of this one, were you?
surrendering your pride, you take a deep breath in, then sigh. "it's mikey, he's kinda just been ignoring me all day. it's pissing me off, and he won't really tell me why either. i dunno, I just wish he'd talk to me about it instead of acting like I'm some plague-ridden peasant or something."
frank looks at you a moment, studying your expression. for a moment, it looks like he's about to say something. then he just reaches out, puts his hand on your shoulder and calmly says: "it's not you, I promise. mikey just has a lot of things he needs to tell you, but instead of telling you, he likes to pretend his feelings will just magically disappear. but he's kinda a fucking idiot so…" he trails off then slowly pulls you into a hug.
you could probably cry, but whatever deep dark secret frank just shared was way too cryptic. what did he mean it wasn't you? what did he mean mikey had things he needs to tell you? it was all too confusing. god you wish mikey would just grow up and tell you instead of ignoring your advances all day. nonetheless, you let go of frank and wipe a small tear forming in your eye. "thanks frank."
"yeah," he rubs your back a bit. "just don't tell mikey I told you, or you might find my guts by your door tomorrow morning." he grinned, dragging his feet on the concrete behind him.
"five minutes everyone!" a loud voice rings from behind you. sound check was done, now it was time to sit through an hour and a half long show and pine over mikey for most, if not all of it.
you sigh, heading to your side of the stage. this was going to be the longest hour and a half of your extremely short lived life.
the show had come to an end, and you weren't really upset anymore, just very very bitter. you needed to talk to mikey or you would drive yourself insane the rest of the tour. so as soon as he stepped off stage, damp and sweaty hair, you grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him aside.
he glanced down at you, a smug look on his face. "hi.." he started.
"why have you been such a dick today mikey? you've been ignoring me since we got off the tour bus, and you won't even tell me why?"
again, he just looked down at you and smiled cockily. "you like it when I play games though don't you? you love having to beg for my attention," he leaned down so his mouth was in the shell of your ear "you love having to beg for my cock, don't you?"
fuck. he was such a fucking asshole. this is the whole reason he was doing this? to piss you off so you'd fuck him?
"grow the fuck up mikey. if you have something to say to me just say it. we're not 16 anymore, ignoring so i'd fuck you is beyond low."
"that's funny you say that," his hand reaches for your chin pulling it up so it faces him. "because you fall for it every single fucking time" before you can retort, he pulls you in for a kiss. not a tender one either, quickly opening your mouth with his tongue and grabbing you by the waist. your knees are weak, your heart is beating fast. he's right. you fall for it every goddamn time.
he pulls away for a second, setting his bass on a stand. "come with me to the dressing room, we have like 20 minutes max"
annoyed and horny, you oblige, quickly pushing your way past the rest of the sound crew and a few other unrecognizable faces.
as soon as the door swung open, you didn’t even have time to think before mikey pressed his lips against yours. the whole situation was so juvenile. sneaking off to make out, him ignoring you so you’d fuck him. you tried to ignore the pain in your chest as he slid his knee to your core.
you stifled a moan at this, grabbing his hair, pulling him in harder. if he wanted to get you worked up, he was gonna have hell to pay.
“god, you’re so pretty like this.” he breathed heavily into your neck after feverishly breaking the kiss holding you two together.
“are you gonna keep teasing or are you actually gonna get me off mikey?” you pushed your pussy further onto his leg, grinding on him as he casually left marks that everyone would defininintely give you shit for later.
“fuck,” he stuttered, moving his hands to remove your jeans finally.
you smiled lightly, knowing you had him right where you wanted him. you moved your hand to grasp his black locks once again, just to bask in the small noises he made, just for you. a ping of jealously hit your chest, just the thought of him making these sounds for anyone else made you want to fuck him harder.
he swiftly took off your underwear after making a show of taking off your jeans, pressing two fingers inside of you before you even had time to think.
“only i get to see you like this, you’re mine” he whispered in your ear as he worked another finger inside of you, slowly moving his thumb around your clit.
that sentence alone almost had you falling apart on his skilled fingers. you shuddered a breath at his possessiveness, knowing that deep down, no matter whoever the fuck else he was sleeping around with, you were his regardless.
“mikey please” you pleaded with him, not even really sure what you were begging for at this point.
“what baby? what do you want from me?” he spoke softly, genuinely sounding sincere. it broke your heart a little more than it should’ve, honestly.
you felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes, but bit your lip as hard as you could trying not to cry.
“shh… it’s okay baby. i’m sorry for being a dick all day, i’ll give you what you want. does that sound okay?” he brought a hand to your cheek, stroking it slowly.
you gulped quietly, nodding your head back at him.
“just- let me eat you out first. please?” he went to kiss your neck again, sucking down another bruise on your skin.
you nodded, trying really hard not to cry this time. he was so caring and sweet, even when you knew he wanted nothing more than to fuck you over the dressing room table.
he picked you up again, your legs wrapping around his hips as he carried you over to the dresser to prop you up.
once he set you down, you looked down at him as he started working you open once again, with his tongue this time. and god did he know how to use his mouth. you briefly locked eyes with him as he worked he licked a stripe up your pussy, occasionally adding a finger. your hand flew to his hair as he added two fingers and worked you open with his tongue. he was absolutely perfect in the dim glow of the dressing room.
“fuck mikey, i-i’m close.” you breathed heavily as he showed no signs of stopping.
“then come. come into my mouth baby, please. please i want you so bad.” he whined.
and just hearing his pleading, your hand gripped his hair tighter as you shook above him. he wasted no time undoing his belt and you couldn’t even register he had too, taken his jeans off as he pressed gentle kisses and lovebites up your thighs.
he grabbed a condom from his discarded jeans, quickly rolling it on and stroking himself a few times. he captured your lips in a kiss, brushing a stray strand of hair from your eyes.
“hey. you’re so beautiful.” he laughed
“yeah yeah,” you rolled your eyes playfully. “are you gonna fuck me now or what?”
“maybe if you’d stop being such a brat.” he was closer to your face now, slowly taking your features in.
“what, are you gonna make me beg again?” you scoffed, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“nope. just gonna fuck you until you cry baby.” and with that, he pushed into you, hard.
your breath stuttered as he continued to pound into you at an unforgiving pace, he was really serious about holding that promise, wasn’t he?
“fuck baby, you’re so tight, open your legs… wanna see you,” he grunted as he bit your shoulder lightly.
you moaned again, pushing him in further with your legs.
he didn’t slow down at all, fucking into you at a brutal pace.
“tell me you’re mine. tell me you belong to me.”
“fuck, i’m yours mikey. all yours, please,” you whined, feeling yourself tighten around him.
“and who’s the only one that gets to see you like this?” he added, not faltering his pace as he continued to pound into you.
“you, you and no one else mikey-” you felt the tears that you held back earlier, threaten to fall again. you wanted to tell him so badly that you loved him, and you had secretly hoped he had felt the same way about you. sure, you were his during sex but the thought of being his all the time was making you cry.
“god, you’re so fucking pretty when you cry for me baby,” he wiped your tears gently with the back of his palm. “-m, really fucking close baby.” he added as he connected his lips to yours again.
“mikey please come-” you broke the kiss to say, letting more tears fall from your eyes.
“fuck!” he threw his head back as you felt him twitch inside of you. you came shortly after seeing the dark bruises you left on his neck.
after a few minutes of you both recollecting yourselves, mikey pulled out throwing the condom in the trash a few feet away. he slowly inched towards you again, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.
“i’m sorry for being an asshole earlier, i just- sometimes i don’t know how to deal with my feelings and-” he blurted out.
“mikey,” you cut him off and said sternly.
“is this you scolding me or?” he started
“god,” you laughed at the absurdity of the situation, running your hand through his hair.
“mikey, i like you. and i’m really tired of pretending that i don’t because it genuinely hurts me every time we hook up. i want you, i want to be with you..”
“fuck. i thought you would never say that to me. i thought that maybe if i was just a dick to you my feelings would go away but obviously that was terrible of me.” he caressed your cheek again, looking into your eyes.
“i love you mikey.” you said without thinking, your heart stinging after, scared he wouldn’t say it back.
“i love you too. i’m tired of sneaking around with you, i want to take you out and show you off, you know? i think i’ve been in love with you a little longer than i’d like to admit…” he smiled as he ran a hand through your hair.
“i’m still gonna be mad at you for this, just so you know.” you smiled as you pulled him in for another kiss. he returned the kiss, sliding his hand down to your waist. and just like that, your doubts and worries washed away.
if you believe hard enough and also ignore the fact that hes fully clothed, this vid is kinda what it would be like when patrick is filming a porn vid of himself. hes all awkward and overthinking the lighting and doing multiple takes.. oh god patrick porn vid i blacked out.. him jerking off for the camera, playing up his moans and whimpers, mouth gaping open, eyes closed, head tilted back slightly... ougbhhh
SORRY THIS IS THE CUTEST VIDEO EVER?
but yeah i agree, if he did porn it would be so awkward at first, overthinking the lighting, but then he starts touching and getting into it and he would play up his sounds and reactions so nicely, whimpering a bit louder than he probably means to. he’d have his jaw dropped on silent moans and his eyes shut, making himself look like a mf painting of ecstasy. and his hands. his big hand wrapped around his fat cock, his thighs open and wide for the camera. ugh. UGH
“You know, Frank,” he started—and he was cuffing the sleeves of his stupid white button up, God, Gerard dressed like such a fucking tool lately— “You can be one dumb fucking mutt, sometimes.”
God forgive me. or dont. I cannot undo what has been done
fuck i also need to make leathernouth frank wait until he's desperate to piss and jerk him off telling him he can't piss until after he cums and when he fails and pisses all over himself i fuck his pretty little cock with a sounding rod and don't let him cum at all
leathernouth frank is such a filthy fucking mutt i need to make him piss in the garden on his hands and knees one leg up like the fucking dog he is. need to jerk him off like that too, his muscles shaking trying to hold himself up while i pull on his leash and his cock
Not even that into frank but i would love to perform the homoerotic ritual of headshaving with him, let him jerk my head around by my hair as he shaves off the sides, push my chin up to make eye contact as he evaluates if it's even. Let him give me a crappy mohawk or something and tell me I'm a pretty boy
Being dragged out to a rowdy concert at some underground bar, everyone’s drinking and shoving each other and there’s so many flashing lights. It’s actually kind of hard to think, the music is so loud. But his hand never leaving yours, dragging you through the crowd, dancing with you, screaming at the top of your lungs to a song you know don’t even know the lyrics too.
And then making out in the bathroom. Graffiti walls and dull lighting, the music a soft thud outside the door now and being hoisted up on the sink.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m gonna suck your dick, dude. Don’t worry I’m good at this.”
“Oh uh…I actually have a lot of dysphoria about my cunt and being eaten out-“
“What’d you just call it? I know you weren’t referring to your cock as a cunt.”
Pants already around your ankles and he’s spanking the spot between your legs.
“What is this?”
“Dude come on, you know it’s a pus-fuck! Stop hitting that!”
“No. What the fuck is between your legs?” Hand already raised to swat down again.
“I..it’s my cock.”
“Good boy. Now I’m gonna suck your cock, okay? Can you ask me to suck you off?”
wanna go to the bathroom at a punk show and have him follow me in and push me against the wall and make out with me with a mouth tasting of stale beer while he speaks filth into my ear calling me a slutty little fag while he shoves his fingers inside my already dripping hole and i rock my aching cock against his hand and moan so loud i can hear myself over the blaring music and crowd in the next room and then he makes me drop to my knees and pull down his pants and straddle his boot while he grinds it into my cock and i suck him off and he makes me cum on the bathroom floor all over his boot laughing at what a dirty and desperate pup i am while he cums in my mouth and i lap up every drop and and and-
