hiya, names void/emmy- welcome to the basement where I get to write about the mcr members, mostly gerard + his eras because he’s me in a nutshell >:)
there will be slow updates because life and high school aren’t my friends, so please do not rush me, I hate that >:(
sexuality - biromantic asexual | pronouns - she/her/they/them | suffers from a little bit of autism, social anxiety & insomnia + me being an introvert af
feel free to send me asks, also your freaky ass thoughts b/c I have those too :)
my dms are open, so just slide into them- requests are open as well! :3
my tags —
#voids fav dividers 🖤 — my fav dividers :3
#voids fanfic recommendations 📖 — my fanfic recommendations !
#void is here to answer and respond ! — basically me answering anons and such lel
#voids kitty cat 🐈⬛ — basically a tag for my pet cat :3
#voids moots ✨ — basically who’s my mutuals lmao
#void reblogs ✅ — basically me rebloging random things that I see lel
#voids fav banners 🖤 — same thing as dividers lel
#voids music recommendations 🎶 — same thing with my fanfic recommendations, except music version!
#voids art 🎨 — basically showing off my art !
#voids fav artists 🖌️ — basically me reblogging my favorite artists or moots art !
#voids edits 📲 — basically showing off my edits or oc edits !
#voids thoughts 💭 — I tell you about my thoughts/fake scenarios <33
#voids moodboards 🛹 — basically I post about my moodboards about my oc or about different AUs with my oc or the mcr members :3
#voids oc 👤 — basically oc content lel
things I will write —
smut/nsfw
fluff
angst (maybe..)
drabbles
oneshots
headcannons
x readers
any of the mcr members but mostly gerard :)
pet play
teacher x teacher
ocs
things I won’t write —
dddne <— sorry, this isn’t an dddne acc :p
incest/waycest
piss/blood
knife play/gun play
yandere
underage sex
age gaps
teacher x student (no, god no.)
dnis -
-proshippers/incest shippers
-homophobic/transphobic people
-people who support problematic people
-rude people/pEdOs
-people who don’t respect my boundaries
-people who wanna support ice
interact if -
-you’re at least 18-30 ?..
-you like some of my interests!
my boundaries -
-do not vent to me unless you ask
-don’t leave me on read either | at least say that you gotta go or be right back |
-you’re free to flirt with me, I bite… but please use tone tags :3
-do not spam the hell out of me.. | I can’t reply all the time, sorry. |
-ai stuff of my work or my oc isn’t allowed >:(
-do not ask me for money, I’m broke or commissions cus I can’t do commissions :p
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ as an apology for taking forever on requests, here are some headcanons/drabble for basement gee x basement reader that have been stuck in my mind
゛ tw: dddne, can be read as gender neutral, i think these are headcannons idk dont quote me, im just saying shit (no edits, barely any solid structure, train of thought, yolo), discussions over mental health, weird kinks ig, self destructive behavior, mentions of sh and described, lots of enabling, unhealthy sex practices, online sex work (stay safe guys), some substance abuse but not that emphasized, dom/sub dynamics, power imbalance, just perverted and nasty.
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⋆˚࿔ both you and gerard still live with your parents. you had a solid excuse (somewhat) for still not moving out. community college is hard, especially with how many disorders you have been diagnosed with (you may be a little overmedicated as well). as for him…it’s a little more complicated, as he likes to put it.
⋆˚࿔ the only reason why you two even interact is because your parents know each other. you’re bribed out of your basements with the promise of food and alcohol. you’d both catch glimpses of each other and silently note you’re in similar situations- albeit he feels slightly more embarrassed and therefore builds more walls than you. why? oh maybe it’s because you’re barely in your 20s and he’s pushing 30 with zero prospects of a stable career.
⋆˚࿔ how you really get him to crack open is when it’s just the two of you. perhaps you invite him down to your room and he notes that he lives in damn near same conditions as you. you like manga? he likes comics! you loved vampire hunter d: bloodlust? did somebody say vampire and bloodlust?!
⋆˚࿔ eventually, he makes himself at home. in your old, 1986 hitachi CT13C1, you end up watching reruns of the twilight zone while bedrotting. funny enough, his hands always stays near your thigh. doesn’t mean anything though…
⋆˚࿔ your parents sigh in relief, seeing the two of together. that means you have finally made your way toward humane society! though between the two of you, not much socializing is happening. maybe a few words here and there, for commentary sakes. but it seems like you guys effectively communicate better by touch.
⋆˚࿔ its no shocker you guys learn how to makeout together. considering the environment? it naturally festered. i mean, seeing as his hands have become more confident around the hold of your thighs and you testing the dexterity of his digits- you always wondered what they felt like inside you…
⋆˚࿔ of course you’re double virgins, but you guys eventually lose your virginity to one another. nobody really has really wanted to touch neither of you like that, not until you both locked eyes while you were cleaning out your closet to find a tape and accidentally dug out a pair of his boxers…it’s okay, you both bonded by him shrugging off his sweatpants and showed he was actually wearing a pair of your own!
⋆˚࿔ it was awkward, at first. there was a lot of tension, sure, but there was no easy way to dissect it. how could you? you only really learned how to touch yourselves, not other people. so you end up pathetically moaning each others names, faces flushed as you shoved your fingers inside of you and he pumped his dick as he looked. honestly, he felt almost a sense of peace. he had been restless without some sort of new artistic expression and now, he seems to have himself a new mode of art and muse.
⋆˚࿔ after you both finish, he ends up cleaning himself off with the underwear he was wearing (yours) and tosses back to you. it now has become ritual for you to clean each other off with the others underwear and wearing it afterwards.
⋆˚࿔ for a moment, you thought that was it. that wasnt until you had fallen asleep while you were watching some old horror flick and he started rutting into your ass. he couldnt help it- that bloody shower scene had excited him (as his body had been trained to be aroused during such scenes) and you were there…you wouldnt mind, right?
⋆˚࿔ you end up waking up though, feeling the hardness against your skin and the creaky movements of the bed. it took you awhile to realize that he was humping you, his breath shallowing as he kept rolling his hips.
⋆˚࿔ your actual first time (as in, penetrating and being penetrated) was messy. he begged you to let him ‘fuck you, please- please’ and you didn’t really hesitate to kick the fabric of your pjs down. it hurt, a lot actually. you had been sniffling, biting the cover of your bed sheets as he seethed himself fully inside without hesitation. it took everything in his power to not immediately cum.
⋆˚࿔ to be fully honest, seeing you cry made his heart thump out of its cage. fuckin’ gorgeous. he made you tear up? awe…he knew it hurt! that’s why he cooed small, comforting words while letting himself settle down and let you adjust. you continued to sniffle, making him pet your hair as his other hand had trickled down and rubbed exactly where you needed him.
⋆˚࿔ shit, he might actually be good at this. well, who knows. you never had sex before either. but seeing your reaction after that, as he caressed you? he almost made a decision he might’ve regretted if he had let himself overthink it. eventually, you felt comfortable enough and as you a mumbled the words of approval out…
⋆˚࿔ gerard is a strange guy. at least that’s what he believes. he was shoving himself like the world was ending tomorrow all the while his own set of tears started to well up. it just felt too. good. he couldnt blame you for pawing at the sheets and sobbing his name out…he was doing the exact same thing. just, his fingers were tangled up in your strands of hair as his sole anchor.
⋆˚࿔ since that night, sex became a regular thing. he even took it upon himself to dig through kink sites, trying to figure out what he liked and how to go about it. he’d read about encounters people had with strangers on the street, the weird shit some polygamous couples did and what really caught his eye: petplay.
⋆˚࿔ there’s no denying that there at least three different colored collars with his name tagged in them. you’re his! you have to show it off! he’s got ‘em in black, red and white with the tags all having a heart shape. there’s even a bell on the red one, that one is especially reserved when you’re his favorite little kitty
⋆˚࿔ speaking of kitty, he also doesn’t mind reversing the roles. if anything, it’s refreshing to see you dom him. he used to be so closed off and now, you’ve unlocked a whole new fucking world to him. he’d get down on his knees, tail in his ass and attempting to wiggle it around while you scratch his jaw. he loves it when you tug on the cat ears you bought, all intentions made with him in mind.
⋆˚࿔ gerard he has done it (almost) all with you: obviously petplay, bdsm, impact play, bondage/shibari, cnc, wax, edging, overstimulation, gender bending, electrostimulation, blood play, water sports…just to name a few.
⋆˚࿔ there’s a shit ton of toys in both your guys’ possession. one his favorite things to do to you is make you use nipple clamps, have a vibe between your legs and pounds your hole when he’s especially frustrated. unfortunately, there’s also not a whole lot of appropriate aftercare either. does handing you his or yours underwear count? crying on his shower floor?…at least he offered to take a shower with you (these are the only times you guys ever shower in each other’s presence).
⋆˚࿔ other stuff you’ve done is having dildos up your holes while watching hentai on your windows xp. at first, he didn’t know how to feel about it but you were so shameless to look up all sorts of links and files that eventually his leg stopped tapping on the floor so anxiously. it was a little weird, feeling all sorts of suctions and ridges in his ass but it felt kinda nice. especially when he turned to you and saw how whiny you got when you tried to match the animated figures exact movements. it was cute, you were cute.
⋆˚࿔ a sworn pact between the two of you is the porn you actually record and upload. after discovering the freak shit on 4chan, it was like a field day. since you could only upload photos, you’d only show the important bits. some examples would be: his hair falling in his face as you shoved yourself into his mouth, him using a new tentacle dildo inside your hole, either one of your bodies covered in rope and shallow cuts, etc…
⋆˚࿔ you kinda, just, blew up on there. it became a little easy for people to identity you based on the fact that you never failed to call the other puppy/kitty with some sort of symbol in the pictures. sometimes there was a messy drawing of cat made with a box cutter and his skin on gee’s hip or him gripping your fake dog ears while he was deep in your throat.
⋆˚࿔ eventually, you ventured out to a website you could actually upload videos to. you didn’t really say much, mainly because you were afraid of getting serious death threats or getting doxxed. just kinda just kept the volume low and the video production a little shitty with intention. it was better if strangers just saw some fuzz and pixels instead of catching glimpse of your eye color.
⋆˚࿔ there were times you were took requests but never camming. you both briefly considered it, after seeing some other people make money off it. but maybe it was better if you stuck with private dms, with people sending the money first before you even delivered the goods. some requests were odd…some guy asked you to show both of your holes at the same time while simultaneously jerking each other off. it took some serious acrobatics but somehow you got it done and got a whole hundred-fifty for it….huh.
⋆˚࿔ when things were done, internet wise, it was a little silent. sometimes you’d genuinely breakdown because you felt awful. you only got through it because you and gerard would purchase a bottle bottom-shelf alcohol and kill the bottle between the two of you. it even got so bad, it became a common occurrence for him to cut you on the wrist and for you to the same to his thigh.
⋆˚࿔ would you ever stop? fuck no. what kind of question is that? with the all money the two of you make with requests and tips…you almost bought out every japanese ebay reseller out of their original copies of fruits basket. no way in hell youre stopping when you’re also on the search for neon genesis evangelion vol. 7 special collectors edition. gerard also has his eyes set on a rare print of batman #608 RRP variant.
⋆˚࿔ there’s times your mom questions you about the amount of packages youre getting. how are you getting all this money when you cant hold down a regular retail job and barely make yourself get up for a college class? you end just telling her you and gerard sell art online. somehow, she bought the idea. it probably had to do with the fact that he always came over with his cross body bag and a shy smile or when you would leave to go over his with your own school backpack on your back.
⋆˚࿔ whenever you came over to his place, it was pretty routine for you to change into a cheap maid dress and treated you like his own little cat maid. your bag, instead of blank canvases and oil paints, it contained various toys and other things of usage- which of course one of them being the cat maid getup. as for his, he seemed a little more interested in shibari…so there was plenty of ropes in there. he’s also been interested in cumflation after reading a torrent doujin with you a few weeks ago. so, you’ve been a little more on the precautions side after noticing how times he rubbed your stomach when he finished inside.
⋆˚࿔ after one particularly rough session, where he left angry marks on your ass after using a cane on you, that familiar ring of a new notification popped up on his computer. it was just another person you both assumed, just another request to fulfill with your now minimum ask of $75…
fmustdie
hey
how muchsh for me join in person?
sorry for beinhg direct, is that ok?
i suck withj technoly
fuck i hate thiskeyboard
nyway is 1k a good starting point?
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i have nothing else to say, feel free to leave your own weird thoughts in my inbox. i genuinely sat down for about 45-ish minutes just to write this down and just post lol….no shame right now, but also feeling a little naked because i didnt bother checking the grammar,,
Summary : ILLI MY SWEET FREAK DATING HCS RUFHDBSNDJ WOOF WOOF BARK WO-
Pairing : Illi McMillin (inok! Gerard Way) x GN!Reader (use of Y/N)
Warnings/ Tags : transfem Illi, established relationship, slight angst if you squint real tiny, mentions of substance usage, physical affection, NSFW HCs, masturbation, mentions of hair pulling
A/N : ohhh illi my strange girl kiss me on my hot mouth she’s so pretty and she’s such a weirdo
- SFW -
- oh illi sweet sweet girl
- paint your nails together i BEG
- i don’t care if you’re a man, a woman, nonbinary, genderfluid— whatever
- let. her. paint. your. nails.
- of course, it’s gonna be a little messy
- i mean, this is illi mcmillin guys
- she’s just happy to be doing anything along those lines
- bonus points if the polish is purple, red, or black
- much like basement!gerard, you guys most definitely met through mikey
- as reserved as he can be, he’s always been the social butterfly of the two
- you two had been friends for a while before you even met illi
- of course, you’d seen her at school, blah blah blah
- but you officially met one time when you were hanging at the mcmillin household
- you’d seen the family photos plenty of times, and questioned mikey about the existence of his older ‘brother’, but he’d always brushed it off
- sure enough it was one of those times when illi walked into the room
- “this is-..my older sister, Y/N. Y/N meet Illi, Illi meet Y/N. she’s the one you ask about sometimes”
- after that you understood completely and stopped questioning
- I mean, less time questioning means more time to spend with illi herself, am I right?
- since that day she slowly started tagging along here and there to your hangouts
- eventually after months and months she confessed with a little note purposely left inside of a comic she lended to you
- it took mikey quite a bit to get used to the relationship, but he supposed if he’d want her to be with anyone it’d be someone he trusted
- and he knew you better than he knew himself
- her favorite place to go on dates is the bookstore
- she loves walking around and picking out books for you while you pick out books for her awww aw awwwww
- all the corny matching jewelry on the planet
- either it’s really shitty and dumb from hot topic
- or it’s the most gorgeous handmade piece you’ve ever seen (made by none other than Illi herself, of course)
- she drags you along to every band related thing ever
- which hey, depending on your personality might be great for you— her friends are awesome
- if you ask, she’s absolutely quitting smoking
- no questions. done. done immediately
- she makes sure like hell everyone knows you’re dating
- “this seems like a pretty nice place!” “oh yeah! y’know, me and my-.. ahem. PARTNER. Y/N came here last week ☺️”
- she’s so proud to be your girlfriend it’s insane
NSFW
- oh illi I love you she’s such a little freak
- don’t look in her notebook unless you’re entirely prepared to see insanely detailed drawings of yourself in.. less than ideal situations
- you can’t blame the girl! she’s just got weird fantasies!
- so what if one of them is a drawing her biting you like a vampire until you bleed? pssshhhh that’s normal
- so what if it’s a drawing of you getting caught out in the rain and you just so happen to only have really thin white clothes on?? that’s just girlfriend things psssshhhh
- she prefers the drawings to using photos or other things of the sort for jerk off material because she feels like it gives her more control over the fantasy
- she can’t imagine being a mad scientist and you as her test subject just using boring photos from your MySpace!
- it took her a little.. too quick? to open up to you about this kinda stuff?
- Illi it’s the fourth hang out why are you asking reader to pull your hair
- she is nothing if not a. LOUD. bitch
- she’s whiney and bitchy and. LOUD!!!
- Mikey’s sort of desensitized to it at this point (much to his dismay)
- multiple times he’s resorted to throwing assorted shoes at the basement door until illi quiets down
Can I just speak my mind real quick? Before bed? Bed time story🖤
Raaaaawwwwww breeding dog ! Gee
Raw. So so fucking raw.
Oil covered fingers digging deep into your asscheeks as he pounded into you from behind, you didn’t get any time to adjust, obviously.
Your pretty, clean skin getting covered in black goo, whatever it was that Gerard decided to cover himself with. He was so feral this show.
You didn’t really count the minutes, but you were pretty much convinced it’s been less than five before you were already getting dicked down in your hotel room, since the moment you entered it.
Now, Gerard was 6 inches deep in your pussy, knocking the air out of your lungs with each thrust. He was so fucking violent with it. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with your embarrassing loud moans that only encouraged him.
“Fuck- baby… my fuckin slut.. fuckin’ look at you..” he huffed out before giving your ass a hard slap, coaxing a long whine out of you. A black handprint stayed on your ass, it made him go harder.
He chuckled quite maniacally, his hair sticking to his face from sweat and that weird oil he didn’t wash off yet.
Gerard pressed your face further into the mattress as he pushed two filthy fingers into your mouth, causing you to choke on them. He wasn’t going easy on you this time.
Whenever he pulled a fresh outfit out, he was going feral with it. His stage persona clouding his head.
You weren’t complaining, tho.
“Take it, sugar. Take it like- shit- like a good girl.. yeah? You wanna be a good girl for me?”
You mumbled out a response and nodded frantically, drool dripping to your chin from the way his fingers fucked your throat, pressing down on the back of your tongue.
It was enough for him.
“y-yeah, that’s what I thought, baby… fuckin perfect, a-always ready for my cock, huh? p-pretty little thing.. yer so gorgeous.. makes me wanna ruin you.”
Gerard giggled at the end of the sentence, throwing his head back with a moan right after. He was getting close.
“Gonna fill you up, sugar. Yer going to take it, t-take it like the good little cum slut that you are- shit- g-gonna look so good with my baby inside of you, ahh- fuck-“
He groaned loudly and gave you a harsh slap, before squeezing your ass hard, dirty fingernails digging into your flesh as he pounded into you, before spilling deep inside of your pussy.
basement gee with either a bimbo! reader or a scene/emo! reader :)
— 🖤 anon
Inexperienced! - Basement!Gerard Way x Bimbo!F!Reader
Notes; HELLO! so sorry anon it took me this long to get around to your request!! i picked bimbo because i like the aesthetic, and i always picture bimbo readers as bubbly and a little slutty (in the best way!!) anyway this was a lot longer than i expected it to be so!! hope you enjoy!! let me know if i miss anything in the tags, also not beta read, so if spelling or grammar is off, my bad, let me know!
Tags; bimbo reader, inexperienced basement gee, ray mentioned, reader has also fucked ray, alcohol, sex, p in v, whiny men hnnggg
Word Count; 2.8k
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“Rayyyyyy! You made it!” You ran up to him with a drink in your hand, heels clicking against the entryway tiles, and gave him a quick hug before turning to the social recluse next to him. “You must be Gerard! Very nice to finally meet you.”
You stuck your hand out, bangles and bracelets chiming and jingling as you shook Gerard’s notably clammy palm.
“Hey… Thanks for letting me come…” He said quietly, avoiding looking you in the eye.
“Of course, anyone who is a friend of Rays is a friend of mine.” You smiled sweetly, looking to the hallway and then back to the pair. “Everyone’s drinking it up in the living room, if you’d both follow me.”
You walked down the hallway, the two in tow behind you, and joined the rest of the party in the living room, moving into the kitchen where bottles of alcohol stood lined up in a row. “Drinks?”
They both nodded, pouring themselves some mixture of mixer and booze, a few people filtering past them as they took their own cups back to the couches behind them. Skulling the rest of your drink, you filled your cup up again, directing them to sit.
“Alright, guys, you all know Ray. Everyone loves Ray, of course.” You stood next to the couch they had settled on, gesturing to both of them. “This is Gerard. Everyone be welcoming, kind, et ceteraaaaa, let’s all have a good time, drink, dance, you all know the drill.”
The living room cheered and whistled as someone turned up the music, the sound drowning out the chatter.
An hour later, you were dancing with your close friends, grinding against one of your girlfriends to a song you guys loved, when you accidentally spilled your drink down the front of your dress, drenching the light fabric with cherry red liquid.
“Oh, fuck.” You pouted, looking down at the seeping stain, quickly shuffling away from your friends and down the hallway, huffing when you jiggled the handle of the bathroom to find it locked. “Hello?! Are you almost done?”
You heard a bump, then what sounded like bottles falling to the floor, then the door swung open, revealing the black-haired guy who had disappeared half an hour ago, with cheeks flushed and face sticky with sweat.
“Oh! Sorry, Gerard!” A laugh erupted from your throat, and you swayed a bit, grabbing the doorframe and seeing Gerard’s hands shoot out, seemingly on instinct, before retreating to his sides before they could reach you. “I just need to—my dress.” You frowned, pushing past him, grabbing a hand towel from the countertop and drenching it with tap water.
Gerard stood there watching you silently, and you could see him in the mirror as you blotted uselessly at the stain, arguably making it worse. “Fuckin’ piece of shit…” You mumbled, cup abandoned to the side of the sink.
“D’you—” Glancing at him as he spoke, you saw the way he was fidgeting with his fingers, stopping when he locked eyes with you, swallowing sharply before opening his mouth again. “D’you need any help?”
“I just bought this goddamn dress, too.” Huffing, you tossed the cloth into the sink. “I don’t know…”
“It looks really nice on, um, you.” He choked out.
“Aw, thank you.” You smiled at him in the mirror, sighing when you saw the wet mess you had created. “Where have you been, anyway? I was excited to talk to you, and you, like, disappeared.”
The warm bathroom light highlighted the shock on his face, and he pointed to himself like he wasn’t worth more than the dirt on your shoe. “...Me? What?”
“Yeah! Ray talked about you so highly; it was cute.”
You recalled the texts Ray had sent you, hyping up Gerard as one of the sweetest people ever. He also mentioned the shyness, but assured you that Gerard was eager to attend your party and meet you. You wondered if Ray had hyped you up to him, too…
“I’m sorry, I’m not—” He refused to move from where you had pushed past him, feet glued to the floor. “I’m a little- drunk, and you’re very pretty.”
The empty cup and half-drunk bottle of vodka on the edge of the bath clicked in your head. He was drinking alone.
“I’m a little drunk, too, don’t worry.” You cheesed, resting your hip on the sink. “We can get to know each other… y’know, away from everyone else, if that’s, um, more comfortable for you? I gotta change my dress anyway.”
Gerard jumped a little too eagerly at your suggestion, agreeing quickly before you grabbed his still-clammy palm, dragging him upstairs and into your bedroom.
You weren’t going to pretend that you didn’t know he was staring at you all night, eyeing you up when he thought you wouldn’t notice, pretending to look at something past you while he took sips from his cup. It wasn’t anything new to you. You knew you stood out.
Extravagant hair and makeup, tight sparkly clothes, heels that could crush someone under them, and jewellery that blinded people from its shiny reflection. It was your personal style, and you would never give it up, not even to get away from the ogling.
‘Cause even if it was pervy, you liked it.
Especially from shy, greasy nerds who wafted of cluelessness. Call it a guilty pleasure, if you will.
Now the question was if he had the balls to make a move on you.
“My room is still messy from getting ready, so excuse that.” You pushed a discarded pile of clothes out of the way with your foot and pointed to your bed. “You can sit.”
“Thanks,” Gerard mumbled, walking past you as you nicked another dress off the floor.
You walked behind the little partition, avoiding the rest of the mess on the floor, and pulled your phone from your bra, absentmindedly flipping it open to find a text from none other than Ray from about ten minutes ago.
Ray: where is Gerard, hav u seen him?
You typed back, nails clicking against the buttons.
You: up here w me, spilld my drink n found him in the bathroom.
It took all of a minute for Ray to text back.
Ray: ohhh k, r u guys like…?
You: no?
Ray: …u should, he needs it.
Ray: inexperienced.
Peering around the partition at Gerard, you found him already staring at you. You smiled, ducking back behind the panel.
You: did u fkn set me up? is he a virgin?
You: ray.
A beat.
Ray: ;P
Ray: dont act like hes not exactly ur type, no, not a virgin.
Ray: might as well b.
Ray: and NO, i didnt say u wuld a hundred percent fk him, just that ur a flirt.
Ray: dont b mad at me :(
You groaned, a stupid, intrigued smile stuck to your face. Ray knew you too fucking well.
You: culd neva b mad at u
You: so wut? am i supposed 2 fk him?
Ray: if u want.
Ray: i kno he wants 2 ;)
Ray: plus, told him how heavenly ur pussy feelz n he almost came in his pants lol.
Phone snapping shut, you tossed it on a little chair in front of you and weighed your options. Or, as well as you could with alcohol in your system.
Yes, you and Ray had hooked up a few times over the course of your friendship, but it was solely casual, nothing more than a dick-fix to satisfy a craving. He didn’t really care and was always happy to provide. It was why you loved him so much.
“A-Are you alright back there?” Gerard piped up from across the room, meekness dripping from his voice.
A frisson of fascination flowed through you as you looked down at your dress, fingers tapping at your hips for a second before you leaned your head around the room divider. “Ugh, my— I can’t get the zipper, do you mind?”
You walked out and over to him, pink pouty lips and all, turning your back to him. Shaky hands unzipped the dress, the cool air of your room running down your back, and you could faintly hear his breathing pick up over the thumping music from downstairs.
“Good?” It was almost comical how easy it was to get a reaction from him.
“Yeah… Good.” He breathed. “D’you need anything else?”
Turning back to face him, your dress only kept itself up because it was tucked under your arms. The joys of a strapless dress. How funny it would’ve been to drop it, he was staring straight at your tits anyway.
“I don’t know… Do you?” Playing coy, you nudged your way closer, slotting between his legs. “I know you were lookin’ at me. Need something?”
“Is this a joke?” He mumbled, eyes glued to his hands, which perched directly over his obvious hard-on.
“Oh- Oh my god, nononono.” You laughed, backing up just a little to try and see his face. “Why would you think that?”
Gerard was quiet for a moment, shifting in his spot. “It’s happened before.”
Jesus, fuck.
This poor little introvert.
“I’m… so sorry, Gerard.” Dress still clutched at your sides, you sat into your hip and met his gaze as he lifted his head. “I’m not joking, by the way. That’d be cruel.”
“Really? You’re not playin’ with my head?”
You let the dress drop with a shrug and a smirk, watching his chest heave, fluttering unsteadily as he swallowed whatever lump sat in his throat. Underneath sat your strapless bra, pink and lacy, and your sad excuse for a pair of panties, more adjacent to floss than fabric, only a small piece of lacy material covering the front before tapering off into a string around your hips.
“God.” He eyed you up and down, lips parted like a starving street dog desperate for scraps. “Please.”
With nothing more stopping you, you approached him again, nails dragging up his neck as you leaned down, bringing your mouth to his. He kissed back sheepishly, his chapped lips carefully melding with yours, leftover vodka permeating on his tongue.
Your free hand travelled south down his soft torso and landed on his cock, which was strained against his skinny jeans. It made his hips buck readily, and he whined into your mouth. He didn’t know what to do with his hands other than keep them strictly by his side, probably scared you’d bite his head off.
Not the worst idea.
To say you were dripping with excitement was an understatement. Finding a guy still so shy and inexperienced well into his twenties was like striking gold, considering most people had had multiple partners by now.
“Need me, baby?” You mumbled against his lips, pulling back a smidgen to look at his red face, eyes hazy with desire in the dim lamp-lighting.
“Need you… Please— Need you.” Gerard panted, cock pulsing against your hand.
You pulled away from him, much to his disappointment, and reached around your back to unclasp your bra, tossing it to the floor along with your panties, kicking off your shoes too, before motioning for Gerard to get back up further onto your bed.
He slid his shoes off eagerly, scooting back until he was up by the pillows, fumbling with his belt as you crawled up to him, practically salivating at the thought of what was about to happen.
You shuffled onto his lap, kissing him again, guiding his hands to your chest, where he squeezed and massaged your tits like they were relieving his stress. His belt buckle, that laid unbuckled underneath you, brushed your clit ever so slightly, the cold metal electrifying your skin with a shiver, heat rushing down your body.
Gerard’s kisses were sloppy and unpracticed, much like his handiwork with your breasts, and you just wanted to fist his fucking collar and shove your tongue down his throat until he couldn’t breathe. Maybe another time, though.
Pulling away, you smiled, a wild, devilish grin. “How do you want me?”
He stuttered on air, eyes widening at the mere suggestion that he could choose what to do with you. “Ummm, fuck, uhh. Missionary?”
“That’s fine with me, baby.” You hummed, sliding off his lap and helping him onto you.
He looked so fucking lost.
“You just… Here, let me.” Reaching for his jeans, you undid them the rest of the way, helping him shimmy his pants down low enough to get his cock out.
It was just below average, not that that was surprising; most guys you fucked were. Ray wasn’t; he was above average, but at the end of the day, size had nothing to do with how good someone was in bed. Some of your favourite fucks were with guys with small dicks.
You bit your lip with delight when you took it into your palm, pumping weakly, precum leaking out of his tip and onto your hand as he moaned, jaw slackened, and eyes fluttering shut. It was one of your favourite sights in the whole world, a man crumbling under your touch.
He held himself up over you, although with a tremble, his hand meeting yours on his cock before you coaxed his hips forward into your soaked folds, cooing him through his overwhelming wave of pleasure.
He wasn’t going to last long.
“Shh, it’s okay, baby, take it slow…” It was useless to say that, because as soon as the words left your mouth, he had pushed himself all the way in, buckling down to his elbows, head dropping into your neck and whining again.
Your arms wrapped around him, drawing him into you, his body feverishly hot under his beat-up shirt. He slowly slid out, shaking breaths hitting your neck, and you hummed as he pushed back in, driving his hips into you as much as he could.
“Feels- so good—ah—” He whimpered helplessly, rutting his hips shallowly as you purposely clenched your muscles around him.
You giggled, hands gripping his clothes and legs wrapping around his waist so he could go deeper. He moaned loudly, not that it mattered with the blaring music downstairs, but it was sweet that he couldn’t contain himself.
The room had turned hot with sex and whatever fucking cheap cigarettes that were stuck to Gerard’s clothes, filling your nose with the intoxicating scent and probably tainting your duvet and pillows as well. Gerard didn’t seem all too focused on what was going on around him, as he was drinking down your perfumed skin like it was the last good-smelling thing on Earth.
He fucked into you senselessly, arms finding their way under you to hold you still, his soft stomach touching yours and his hair—which was only mildly greasy—tickling your jaw. It actually felt pretty good.
“Thassit, baby. Doing well…” You murmured into his ear, your voice uneven with soft gasps.
“I can’t—ngh—I’m s’close already.” He cried, cheek flush against your neck as he thrusted into you like a rabbit, quick and clumsy as he almost crushed the wind out of you with his grip.
“S’okay, s’okay.” You scratched up his back, moaning in silky tones, fuelling him into tipping over the edge.
His balls hit your slickened skin with each rapid pump, his whiny huffs wetting your neck with condensation. When you felt him shudder in place and choke on a moan, you moaned with him as he collapsed into you, hips jutting sharply and hand firmly grabbing your hip as he shot his load inside of you. You clenched around him as the thrusts mellowed, milking him of whatever remained inside his cock.
Eventually, it all came to a stop, leaving him a sweaty, heaving mess, gently pressing a few soft kisses onto your damp skin. You chuckled, leaning your head back against a pillow.
“So are you.” You teased, feeling him peel off of you, pulling out with a whimper.
“Y’think so? I’m, uh—” A press of your lips to his cut him off real quick.
You pulled back, a cheery smile on your face. “Perfect.”
After a couple of minutes of silence and catching breaths, you rolled off your bed, picking up your undergarments and slipping them back on, watching the way Gerard’s throat hitched when he saw you collect the cum that had leaked out into your panties before pulling them the rest of the way up.
He had tucked his cock back into his pants by then, and quickly scuffled off the bed when you asked him to zip up the new dress, his hands no longer shaking. You turned to him, grabbing his hand and leading him back downstairs, no words exchanged between you two.
Ray was leaning against the front door when you made it to the bottom, drink swirling in his cup as he smirked. “Have fun?”
hesitant alien!gerard loses his virginity for the first time and he’s oh so overwhelmed with the sensations and he doesn’t really know what he’s doing— gripping onto his favorite human’s waist as she rides him and he begins to cry because of how good it feels
Ahh yes. Please…
Good boy Gerard
“w-what’re you doing, y/n? Ahh-hah- what is this..?”
Gerard whimpered, looking up at you pathetically as you held his shoulders for support while rubbing your wet folds against his plush tip.
He was so so pretty. You were dying to get your hands on him for so long.
“Taking care of you, baby. You trust me, right?”
You cooed in return. Giving him a reassuring look as you started to push him inside, making him choke on his own words.
“I-I do, I tru- oh.. oh my god..”
Gerard tilted his head back, letting his pretty pink mouth fall open with a soft moan. his hands flexed at the sides of his body, knuckles turning white as he held the sheets for dear life.
You giggled. He was so cute. So fucking wrecked.
“I’ll make you feel so so good, baby. Hold onto me, sweet thing.”
You whispered, grabbing his hands and putting them on your hips for support. He shuddered, cock already twitching in your warmth. He never felt anything like this. It was overwhelming.
A loud moan fell from his lips, poor thing couldn’t even talk properly. He was so overwhelmed. It felt too good. The way your pussy hugged his cock, it made him see nothing but you, feel nothing but you.
You smiled down at him. Such a pretty little sight. You pressed a few kisses to his hairline, running your fingers through his red hair as you kept bouncing on him, coaxing beautiful noises from his throat.
“You can, baby… feels good, huh? Trust mommy.. you can let go.. my good boy. Taking me so well..”
You mumbled, mouth pressed to his face, kissing him between words.
Gerard sniffled and whined, tears falling on his cheeks, overstimulated from nothing. His fingers dug dip into the soft flesh of your waist, so scared you’ll decide to just stop doing, whatever it was you were doing. It felt amazing. His poor little head couldn’t wrap around how good it felt.
“w-what’s happening- it feels, fuck- mommy I can’t- I can’t, please, please, oh god, please..!”
He whined loudly, his hips rutting back into your warmth, face full of sweat and tears, eyes closed in pure bliss as he spilled into you, not sure what was going on, he just had to let go.
“Just like that, baby… yes.. you’re so good for me, so good for mommy.. did that feel good? I know it did..”
You cooed him through it, still moving on top of him softly, coaxing embarrassing whimpers out of him as he nodded.
“t-thank you, yer so perfect.. I love you.. thank you..”
notes: this was in my inbox and I didn't see it until WAY later and I feel super bad for posting this so much later but.. at least it's here now (melm 😋) but ughhh i need him to dick me down so bad it's no longer funny.
warnings: gee is pretty dominant in this (boo), possessive, and jealous. he's very.. greedy (?) when it comes to y/n. degrading, pregnancy kink, punishing fucking, spanking, unprotected sex (who's shocked by that anymore?) doggy style, kitchen sex, living room sex, hair pulling, pet names. maybe that's all?
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art was just one of the many joys in your life.
it was so many things, all at once. therapeutic, freeing, meaningful, beautiful. the list could go on and on, really.
and it was a joy to share that with your husband.
even if he was more into the cartoonist and comic themes and elements of the artist realm.. he could appreciate any piece like no other.
and that went for any medium, and any form of art. ceramics, paintings, crafts, even things such as music and writing pieces. everything was art to him, as it was to you.
it was one of your favorite things to bond over together.
art also included just.. being. and the most fitting way for you to be tonight, was to represent elegancy as much as you could. after all, it was your art that was being displayed within the local art gallery tonight.
and you had known exactly what to wear, as well. a beautiful dress that reached your ankles, a slit at the mid thigh. the color in your favorite shade, complimenting your skin wonderfully.
you looked like a true portrait of art yourself, like you could've been on display for all to see as people slowly saunter throughout the art gallery around you to observe and resonate with the different artworks bestowed throughout.
“excuse me?” a man besides you interrupts you softly from your thoughts where you stand, you had been gazing at one of your own pieces bestowed on display. you look over to the man quietly.
“do you know the artist for this piece?” the man asks, you don't know him, but he clearly appreciates the piece.
“oh, I am.” you answer with a soft nod.
“you did this?” the man asks, faintly pointing before scoffing in awe as he shakes his head. “it's incredible. you did beautifully.” he compliments.
“thank you.” you say, a slow smile coming to your face at his kindness.
“of course, I mean. it might even be my favorite thing I've looked at so far.” the man insists with a small nod.
“well, I appreciate it. it took me awhile.” you respond back with a small, sheepish shrug.
how could you attend an art show with your own works and expect to not get even some small praise?
people walked about, soft conversations briefly murmuring throughout the air as the different forms and works are admired and observed, speaking to people in various different ways.
gerard had went off astray to explore and see what beauties were displayed throughout- other than yours, of course.
and you, yourself. in his eyes, anyways.
“i mean it.” the man assures with a nod. “beautiful, really. ..just like the artist.” the man smiles.
you'd never met someone so kind like that. except for gerard, he had always been one to swoon and sway you off your feet for him with his sweet charms.
“well.. thank you.” you repeat, feeling a tad shy under the compliment. you weren't entirely sure what to say, but it would be rude to dismiss such a thing. ..wouldn't it?
“it must really speak to you, then?” you ask, hoping for maybe some conversation, or even insight and criticism of how your work is perceived, you glance back to your own piece again.
“oh, absolutely.” the man confirms. “it's just.. it speaks to me in purity. in true, genuine vulnerability.”
“is that good?” you ask, turning your head to look at the man.
“well, seeing a lovely lady as beautiful as you.. I'd say so.” the man faintly smiles at you.
how many times can you say thank you before it became too many?
“I can really see your dedication, and.. the feeling that went into creating this piece.” the man admits, glancing at the displayed artwork of yours, and then back to you.
he points out a finger to specific details, and you follow the guidance. “that says.. purity. and that, right there, says dignity, and then there's the hints of vulnerability within it.”
as he explains his sighting of the piece to you, and what your work personally means for him, his hand comes to your elbow. his palm is warm and large, and you can smell his cologne.
it was a little closer than you'd expect, but.. not exactly uncomfortable?
but it was definitely uncomfortable for some people.
or maybe someone.
gerard furrows a brow, having looked up to see what was going on. he was going to sneak a small photo of you, something nice and professional for him to have. possibly a new wallpaper for his lock screen.
but who the hell was that, touching his wife?
and why was she letting it happen?
he knew good and well that you knew better. or that you should definitely know better than to let some man other than himself or your own family put their hands anywhere near you.
this was some random jackass.
gerard was a man who knew what was his, and whatever was his always stayed that way. and he didn't want anyone else's hands besides his own to invade that, whatsoever.
you were his to touch, to stand too close to, to note on the inspiring aspects of art with. not whoever the fuck that was over there daring to even breathe the same air as you.
you were his.
he tucks his phone back into his pocket, the picture and whatever piece he had been observing himself completely forgotten about and gone with the wind in an instant. tucked away within the back of his mind.
he wanted to be the one touching you, not some man. he wanted to be the one to make you smile, even if only a small amount. he wanted to praise your work.
this douchebag could buzz off.
in a swift, single-minded determination within his step, gerard is by your side within moments. “hey honey,” he says, a forced smile stretching across his lips as he lightly pulls you to his side.
“who's your friend?”
“oh, gee..!” you smile bigger upon the sight of your beloved, looking at him and then back to the man.
“uh, I'm not sure, actually. we were just talking about my art piece.” you informed gerard.
“mhm.. you couldn't do that any closer, could you?” he remarks under his breath, before the man speaks up.
“hey, it's nice to meet you. are you her brother or something?” the man asks.
oh, the fucking audacity.
gerard nearly froze in his spot as he stared at the man for a solid moment in pure silence. his expression unreadable, but the anger starting to warm his bones was persistent.
even as he told himself to keep it together.
“funny. I'm her husband.” gerard says, a firm emphasis on the husband as he holds you a bit closer to him. an arm around your waist, his hand gripping your hip in a possessive claim.
“oh, okay! well, you sure are lucky.” the man responds.
was this dude fucking serious?
“your wife is an incredible artist. her work is just as great as she is.” the man comments with a faint grin, almost as if he can see the rumbling of boiling blood beneath the texture of gerard's skin and enjoys it.
“I know.” gerard replies back. despite the calm professionalism in his tone that he's struggling to maintain, the venom drips from his words dangerously.
“well, thank you for the appreciation. but it's time we leave.” gerard states.
“we're going so soon?” you asked so softly as gerard wordlessly started to guide you away by the hand for the exit.
“what were you thinking back there, letting that dickhead get close to you? touching you?” gerard hisses softly under his breath to you, more angry at the memory of another man so close to you rather than being angry at you particularly.
“what? oh, gee. it wasn't like that, at least.. I didn't see it that way. he was just opening up about the piece to me.” you replied softly to him, “if I was uncomfortable I would've pulled away. I promise.” you assure him gently, your voice soothing as you squeeze his hand in attempt to calm him.
you looked at his side profile, and you could see it written all over his features. the clench of his jaw, the set focus on the exit, the pace in his quickened steps.
it was the sight of a man who was completely and entirely determined in claiming what was his.
the ride in the car has been a quiet one. which wasn't like your usual car rides with gerard, but given the circumstances.. you weren't surprised. but still concerned.
“did you enjoy the art?” you ask softly, looking over at him from where you sit in the passenger seat.
the streetlamps illuminate the roads in passing, deep beige lighting from age of installment. the city is quiet at this time of night, despite the increment of traffic.
“mhm.” gerard hums. “except for when someone interacted with a piece that clearly says ‘do not touch’.”
god, he was ridiculous despite how much you loved him fully and entirely.
you had known he wasn't mad at you.. but with even the idea that someone else would put their hands on you. that someone would dare even try to get close to his most prized possession. his wife.
“gee, baby.. I love you, but was that really a deal enough for us to leave over it?” you asked gently. “you know I only have eyes for you, sweetheart.”
“oh, I know.” he replies, sure of himself as his hand reaches over, finding your thigh. his fingers gently curl into the soft skin, exposed from the slit in your dress. a silent claim.
“and I'm going to make sure it stays that way.”
once parked in the driveway of your home, that was awaiting the arrival of you both to flick on the lights and settle in for the night, gerard came around and opened your door quickly before you could.
despite the frustration, of course he's a gentleman first.
you take his hand as he holds it out to you, your free hand unclicking the seat belt from the secure safety it kept around you. rising from the car, gerard lets go of your hand to wrap his arm around your waist.
he guides you up to the front of the house, fishing out his key to unlock the front door, he guides you to walk in first with an encouraging hand against the small of your back.
gerard follows inside right after you, shutting the door behind him. watching as you take off your heels and set your purse down, and he slowly locks the front door behind his back.
you turned to him with a soft frown, you didn't really like it when he was quiet. of course, you understood he was upset. but even then, he would always lighten the mood, with an old story or a quirky joke. but nothing.
“gee..” you say softly, trying to coax him from his stubborn fit. you come closer to him, and that's when you see it.
he's not pissed..
he's hungry.
and before you can say anything else, his arms are suddenly around you, pressed against his chest as his lips crash into yours firmly.
he turns you in place, pressing you against the front door. your back can feel the coolness of the painted wood, and it sends an involuntary shiver down your spine as he attacks your mouth with all teeth and tongue so abruptly.
you respond to his advances quickly, the initial shock fading away rapidly, instead beginning to warm like a puddle of heat within your lower belly as you return his eager affections.
you can feel his teeth scraping against yours. it's aggressive. it's hungry. it's claiming.
his tongue invading your mouth, encouraging yours to wrap with his, the flavor of him on your tongue is intoxicating. like the most exotic honey you've ever had the pleasure of tasting.
you hum into his mouth, your hands fisting into his shirt as he remains pressed against you while his hands begin to wander over your body. reevaluating, reminding.
his palms are large and warm, they squeeze your hips softly, thumps rubbing momentarily over your hip bones before sliding up your waist and sides in a tender caress.
your breasts fill his hands perfectly, even through the fabric of your dress. the feeling of him kneading you makes you moan against his teeth.
“you're mine..” gerard mutters between his rough kisses, his tone a low rumble from deep within his throat. “only mine. understand?”
you whimper in response, and he squeezes your breasts a bit more tenderly. “do you understand?” he repeats, wanting you to speak. wanting to hear you say it.
“yes.. I- I understand..” you murmur shakily against his mouth, your back arching off the heavy front door as your leg comes up to curl around his waist.
in a low groan, gerard’s hands fall down to grip the underside of your thighs, lifting you up to wrap both legs around his waist as he keeps you pinned to the front door.
with the new positioning, your hips angled just right, he begins to rock his hips, and you can feel the firm bulge of his hardening cock pressing insistently, demandingly against you.
the way he works you up like this should be considered a threat.
you can feel your panties beginning to dampen beneath your dress, and it makes your legs clench with whatever space available for you to do so. tightening in their lock around his waist.
gerard takes it as an encouragement to continue grinding into you, the ache in his dick building up to a near painful throb in the way he craves to show you your place once more.
to remind you that you belong to him.
“gee-” you whimper, about to beg him for more. but it seemed he could sense you, could read the hidden messages, the growing need within you.
because suddenly, you're pulled from the front door, carried against his chest where his hands remained gripped firmly at the underside of your thighs to assure of his grip on you.
you can't even get a single word out, can't even ask where he was taking you before you find yourself bent over the counter in the kitchen, ass presented to him.
“so other people can touch you, and it's just okay?” he asks you roughly, parting your thighs to give himself some room behind you, grinding against your heated center from behind.
the way the button of his jeans nudges at your clit through your panties so teasingly with every grind makes you feel hazy.
“no.. I didn't think..” you start to say through breathy pants, your chest heaving against the cool marble of the kitchen counter.
“I didn't ask what you thought.” gerard retorts, his hand coming down hard on your ass, delivering a shocked whine from your mouth. “i asked you if that was okay.”
“no.. it's not okay.” you admit to him, your hands balling into fists, needing something to grip, to steady yourself with. your nails digging little crescents into the edges of your palms.
“it's only okay when who touches you?” he asks, his words coming through ragged huffs as his arousal grows to a burning flame within his gut. his hips rocking faster to grind against you.
“gee, please..” you whimper softly over the counter, your need becoming unbearable.
“tell me, and I'll give you want you want.”
“you..! it's only okay if you touch me, baby.” you manage to choke out through your desperate whimpers and quiet huffs.
with a rumbled growl, gerard yanks down the zipper at the back of your dress, nearly breaking the zipper in his haste, quick to tear the fabric off your body. he nearly ruins the entire dress with his greed.
once the dress is pooled at your ankles, he doesn't even bother with foreplay. he doesn't have time for that. he needs to remind you who you belong to, since you've seemed to forgotten.
he needs to make sure you don't forget again.
“what a slut.. wearing a thong. just for me, huh?” gerard asks, his hand coming down hard on your ass once more to make you cry for him. the response, the sight, it makes his cock swell painfully in the confines of his jeans. leaking pre-cum.
the clap stings, your skin turning red from the firm contact, making tears prickle at the corners of your eyes. “yes.. it's- it's for you.” you continue to stammer helplessly.
“that's right, it is.. not for that fucking shithead at the art gallery, is it?” he asks you,
you whimper, your legs shaking with not only arousal but from the sensitivity instilled in them from his spanking.
gerard huffs, his hand flying down in a firm strike against your tender skin once more. “is it?” he repeats.
“no.. no, it isn't.” you assure him, the tears feeling hot in your waterline, warming your face even further in addition to the bloom of heated arousal across your face. “it's for you..”
“good girl..” gerard murmurs, finally peeling down your thong from where it clings to your dripping pussy.
“look at this..” he scoffs behind you, taking in the sight with a shake of his head. “so wet and ready for me.. pathetic.”
“gee, please-” you whine, the warmth of the tears coating your cheeks as they gently stream down in burning little rivers.
you're cut off by the sound of a metal buckle clattering in adjustment, not even bothering to remove the rest of his clothing. before you can have even a modicum of time to prepare yourself, he's inside you.
it should be illegal how he fills you, how he fucks you. how he punishes you.
your body rocks against the kitchen counter as he begins to pound into you from behind, his hands gripping your waist tightly to keep you at least someone steady.
“you feel who's stretching you out right now?” he asks you between heated huffs, his chest heaving as he slams his thick cock into you repeatedly, throbbing inside the tight walls of your cunt.
“yes..! yes, I do!” you cry softly, your moans coming out in shakes whimpers through the heat of your tears.
“who's stretching you out right now, y/n?” he asks you, one of his hands rises from your hip to fist in your hair at the crown of your head, tugging your head back.
“who's fucking owning you right now?”
“you are..!” you whine in response, your moans echoing throughout the space of the open kitchen as he fucks you hard and persistent.
“tell me who owns this fucking pussy.” he demands, tugging hard on your hair to make you whine louder, the tears stinging as they roll down your face hotly. he pulls you back against his chest while he mounds into you.
“you do, gerard..! you- you own my pussy..!” you cry through your tears of pleasure.
“that's right.. let me hear you cry for me.” he mutters next to your ear, still keeping a steady hand on your hip.
you can feel him stretching you out thoroughly around him, your walls forced to mold to the shape of his cock. it's a pleasure you've never known before, it makes your eyes roll back as an endless string of moans falls from your parted lips.
gerard throbs painfully inside of you, his cock erect to full capacity as he thrusts roughly into your cunt, his pelvis nearly pressed against your ass. eager to fuck you as deep as he can.
he groans as he feels his tip starting to brush against that weak spot inside of you, his hand finally releasing it's punishing grip from your roots to reach around to your front, delving between your legs to rub at your clit in rapid circles.
“oh fuck, gee..! I'm- I'm gonna..-” you moan through a desperate weep of tears.
“fuck, yeah. give it to me. show me who claims this hot cunt.” he growls to you, working to fuck into you faster, the sound of your heavy breaths, mixed moaning, and his pelvis hitting your ass fills the spacious kitchen.
shockwaves of pleasure zip throughout gerard as he feels your orgasm finally hit you, snapping like a taught string in the way your body gently convulses against his chest and the loud cry of his name tearing from your throat. he can feel your walls clenching around him nearly aggressively in their tightness, can feel your juices gushing out around his thick cock.
it causes his own orgasm reflexively, following after yours. a loud groan ripping from him as he thrusts himself into you in a final hilt, stuffed in your walls balls deep as he begins to unload inside you. stringy ropes of cum bursting from his flared cockhead to paint your insides white.
his hips jerk lightly, working you both through the deep pleasures of orgasm crashing over you like hard waves. and when you lean onto the kitchen counter for support after such exertion, gerard chuckles lowly.
“I'm not done with you, yet.”
abruptly, he pulls out of you. leaving you feeling hollow and empty, your legs quake from the intense pleasure you just experienced. but before you can really come to understand what he means, or what will happen, he has you step out of your dress and thong from around your ankles.
his hands guide you by the hips to the living room, his grip is steady, unlike your movements. you felt rearranged inside, unlike never before.
he has you lie down on your back on the couch, before he climbs over after you, settling between your thighs.
“gee..” you whimper breathlessly.
“ah, ah.” he shushes softly, “I'm not done.” he repeats.
as he says so, his cock which is semi-hard, having not even softened from the first wave of release, rubs through your slick folds. the wet slick filling the air between you.
“I'm gonna make sure you know who really owns you.”
gerard thrusts himself back inside of you, no warning with little preparation.
you moan as he bottoms out inside of you, his heavy balls pressed against your ass, grinding his pelvis against your clit to tease and let you feel just how deep he fits inside you.
your chest heaves in quick pants, your body coated in a sheen layer of sweat from the heat and exertion. the sensitivity of him stretching you out with not much time to recover from your orgasm overwhelms your senses.
“arch that back for me..” he murmurs encouragingly as he begins to thrust, watching as you do what he says. he pulls out, until just his tip is wedged inside of you before thrusting back in with a rough slam. causing you to gasp.
“this sexy body, this hot cunt, it's all mine..” gerard mutters through a heated grunt as he starts to fuck you again, his hips working to keep you stretched around his girth, thrusting fast and hard. making your body lightly jolt against the couch cushions.
your moans fill the air of the living room now, mingled with the sound of his balls clapping against your ass with every hard fuck he gives you.
“let me hear you.. let me hear how you sound while I claim this pussy.” gerard heaves, his hands roaming over your body, sliding up the expanse of your stomach to your breasts.
your flesh cups in his palms perfectly as he kneads the supple muscles, skilled fingers finding the hard peaks of your nipples, twinged with sensitivity as he rolls and pinches them between his thumb and index. eliciting a whine from your lips from the conjoined pleasure.
“I'll show you who owns this cunt..” he groans, “gonna breed this tight pussy, make sure you never forget your mine when I plant my seed and watch it grow..”
gerard moans, his cock throbbing hard and full of need within you. panting intensely as if he's run a marathon, exhausting himself to fuck you hard and thorough.
“gonna watch your stomach swell with my baby, knowing it's mine.. knowing I planted it inside you..” he mutters shakily through his efforts.
“you'll always be mine, fuck!” gerard roars, his hips convulsing in quick, hard thrusts of his pelvis hitting you as he cums deep inside of you, flooding you with his thick musk.
his cock swells through his release, his orgasm hitting over him like a heavy train as he fills you up with his potent seed.
the intensity of his orgasm, had instilled another one within you in response. crying out as your walls convulse and tremble around his meaty shaft, your release mixing together, starting to gush out slowly around his cock where he remains nestled inside of you while beginning to soften.
he pulls out of you with a wet pop, a trailed mix of your cum spilling out slowly to drip down and leave a stained patch on the couch cushions.
both of you covered in sweat as you grow slack, bodies drained of energy from such heated efforts put into your lovemaking. gerard leans down, collapsing against you. he'll have to change his sweaty clothes when he gets the energy to move again,
but until then, he places a more calm, tender kiss to your lips, murmuring softly against them, “mine forever..”
would you guys be into cheerard yuri fic possibly coming out tomorrow... where y/n and gee meet at an after party at gee's house and talk and flirt and potentially scissor (snip) ..
just an idea... 👀 totally not already 3/4 of the way finished..
A. Note: I dunno why this took so long, but thank you for requesting, I hope you enjoy:) Banner by my friend @geesbasementt !!
Summary: Puppy waits at home
W.C. 309
Passing cars and the quiet hum of the air conditioner keep Frank grounded as he kneels in wait. It’s ten minutes after five, the time you usually arrive home. He’s been good today, the house is spotless, laundry is done, dinner is made, and things are in perfect order. Frank doesn’t like to disappoint you, so he gives his all to any task you leave for him.
Keys jingling in the door handle draw Frank out of his mind. He sits up straighter, chin held high as he waits for you to greet him.
Peaking inside, you smile at the sight of him waiting for you. “Hi, puppy. Been waiting a while?” you smile, closing the door and setting your things down. Frank nods, not speaking quite yet as he shifts on his knees.
With your shoes slipped off, you make your way over, taking in the apartment as you reach out to pet his head. “Someone did all his chores,” you look at him directly, voice teasing, “Trying to make up for breaking my drum set, huh?”
“Yes,” he says with another nod, round eyes peaking up at you, brows pinched together slightly. “I don’t like it when you’re upset with me.”
“I know, Frankie,” your hand cups the side of his cheek as you press a kiss to the opposite side. “You did good, puppy, I’m proud you.” Frank’s face flushes and he bashfully lowers his head. You huff out a little chuckle, motioning for him to stand. A command that’s almost second nature when Frank’s like this.
Reaching out and adjusting his jacket, you say, “What reward does Puppy want, hm? Anything you can think of, you can have.”
Frank scans your face, reading your expression as he thinks. “Can we watch a movie? I just want you close to me.”
warnings: afab reader x alien Gerard, fluff and a little angst, alien baby, baby loss
author note: final part! Ik this took FOREVER and its so short but I didn't know how to end it + I haven't been in a writing mood until now!
word count: 677
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It had been a few months since your… egg thing. You shivered every time you thought about it. You wondered where the eggs went inside you. He certainly couldn't … get you pregnant… right? Gerard returned to his normal self. He asked questions and watched movies with you. Sometimes he asked about intimate things like sex. You dismissed his questions, especially when they got to dating and being in love. You pushed your feelings down because well…he's a martian..
“Y/n? Are you listening to me speak?” Gerard's voice cut through the thoughts in your mind. You blinked and nodded. “Yes. Sorry, what was your question?” He tilted his head and glared at you. “Are you feeling unwell? Your face is red and you are acting in a peculiar manner.” His hand reaches out to feel your head, mimicking what he's seen in movies. You push his hand away. “Gee! I’m not sick. I’m fine.” You sigh and stand up from the table. His eyes follow you as you walk to the fridge, bending over to grab something.
In a flash Gerard’s behind you, gripping harshly on your shoulders. “Ah! G-Gee! What are you doing?” You yelled from inside the fridge. The only answer he offered were grunts as you clawed at the fridge in a desperate attempt to keep from falling backwards. Eventually, you are able to push him back and stand up. “What the fuck what that?!” You questioned, dusting ice shards from your hands. He looked down at the floor like a child. He played with the sleeves of his shirt. You sighed, “Seriously, what was that?” You walked towards him and he backed away. “Gee? What's wrong?” You held out a hand to attempt to comfort him but he just ran off to his room, slamming the door. You stood there in shock.
“Shit..” You sigh. Then you clutch your stomach, a sharp pain shooting through your abdomen. You make your way to your bedroom and lay down on your bed. You groan loudly in pain. Gerard opens the door. “Y/n.” He simply says. You’re sweaty and your eyes are so watery that you can barely see through them. You weakly look up at him. “G-Gerard..What..” You breathe shallowly as your vision blots out into darkness.
When you wake up, your sight is still fuzzy and your ears are ringing. Once the ringing stops, you hear a loud crying. A baby. “Shh, shh, dear infant.” Gerard coos. You turn your head slowly. When you turn your head to the left you see Gerard walking around bouncing a crying baby in his arms. The baby was wrapped in a small pink towel. “Isss.. a girl?” You say. Gerard looks over at you, smiling big. He nods and hands you the baby. You look down at her pale blue and fluid covered skin. Her crying soothes down into a soft murmur as she drifts off to sleep. You smile down at the little half alien in your arms.
Gerard leans his head on your shoulder.
“Where-Wheres the other two?” You asked, still out of it. Gerard looks away from you.
“They… Were weak.." He responded. You held the baby girl closer to your chest. “I should have brought you to a doctor. On multiple planets, it's common to impregnate humans. They could've helped our babies.” Gerard sighs.
“It’s okay, you did your best. At least we have this one. Right? Let's pick out a name for her, okay?” You said in an attempt to calm down Gerard and yourself. He looked back at you and the baby, nodding, before laying down next to you.
“We should name her ⟊⎍⌿⟟⏁⟒⍀.” Gerard says. You laugh. He clearly forgot you don't understand whatever his home language is.
“Translate please." You look over at him with a playful expression.
“Oh right! In human english, it’s Janis." He smiles, wiggling his finger in front of the small baby.
“It’s perfect." You say, planting a kiss to Gerard's forehead before leaning down and planting another kiss to Janis’ head.
preview: frank iero is a lowkey stoner and you're on the cheer team. he's just got a face that looks like he was born to eat pussy and you take advantage of that fact every fleeting moment that you can, even if you're still in your cheer uniform.
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frank iero’s just got a face that looks like he was born to eat pussy and you took advantage of that fact every fleeting moment that you could.
during the day, it was the usual ‘emo stoners don’t affiliate or look in the direction of cheerleaders’ trope. it’d be a total social suicide.
you were an outcast among most of the cheerleaders who really didn’t have personalities aside from being basic. you and frank had actually bonded over your love for music, passion for movies, and your hobby of playing video games. you couldn’t make those hobbies (and your affiliation with frank) known to the rest of your cheer squad because they wouldn’t get it. it would only widen the gap in the relationship between you and the team and you definitely didn’t want to deal with their judgment if they found out you were fraternizing with a guy who wasn’t a jock.
on game days, however, when you had some time to spare before meeting up with your team, frank would pick you up in his old toyota camry with a wide grin on his face. you know better than to arrive in frank’s car with game day make-up (knowing it would end up ruined), yet despite your bareface, he greets you with a “hey beautiful” everytime, without fail.
frank loved game days. not because he was particularly into football, but because he knew those were the surefire days that he could see you without worry of the other cheerleaders’ and general student body’s opinions and gossip. you both agreed it’d just be easier to avoid getting caught for fear, making your arrangement even more enjoyable.
he also knew that on game days, you didn’t have much time to go all the way, and whatever you did in this time frame would be quick and dirty. and he loved every second of it, every second that you were frank’s secret and he was yours.
social status aside, frank was an easy 10. his eyes were gorgeous hues of hazel and grey and if anyone were to make eye contact with him, they’d find themselves staring. not that anyone took that chance though, as most times his eyes were hidden by his black box-dyed fringe that swept to the left of his face. coupling his hair with his apparent nose and lip piercings, it’s no wonder most people found him intimidating and standoffish.
the more you had gotten to know him, the more you found out just how charming frank was, not just in courting you, but in getting you off.
he drove you both to your usual spot, an empty cul-de-sac with a distant view of the neighborhood. as soon as the car engine turned off, you unbuckled your seatbelt, ready to follow your usual routine.
“we don’t have much time today, frankie,” you said with a slight pout as you ungraciously climbed into the back.
frank watched with a smirk, eyes trained on your uniform skirt, swinging his arm to land a slap onto your clothed ass. you let out a small giggle as he climbed in the backseat with you, hazel eyes piercing into you.
“i don’t care.” he rasps out. it’s only a matter of seconds before he wraps a steady hand around your waist and snakes the other into your hair. “i just want to make you feel good.”
frank attaches his lips to yours out of pure desperation and desire which you match easily.
“i will never get tired of seeing you like this.” he mutters in a low voice against your lips, eyes slightly ajar. “so glad i’m the only one that gets to taste you.”
you almost let out a sigh of pleasure when you feel his lip ring grace your bottom lip. it was one of your favorite parts about frank. another one of your favorite parts about frank is that he’s an absolute munch.
frank removes his black hoodie and black and white striped t-shirt, revealing his scattered tattoos on his chest. he lays on his back, legs bent to fit on the cramped seats.
you find his hands, using them to help balance yourself as you maneuver over his body. you lift up your shell top, frank’s eyes trailing to your perfect tits as he tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, taking in the view.
you flash him a teasing smile as you reach down to remove your skirt, searching for the button when he interrupts.
“keep the skirt on, please.” he begs, puppy dog eyes staring up at you.
you bite your lip, removing your spanx and ruined underwear from under your skirt before you climb over frank’s eager face.
you sink down onto his face slowly and he graciously accepts, his breath causing you to clench around nothing and frank swears it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen.
when his mouth finally meets your pussy, you let out a choked out moan.
frank groans against your core, arms curving underneath and then over your thighs to steady his grip as he devours you.
“fuck frankie.” you let out, mouth agape in pleasure as your hand finds his hair, toying with and tugging at the black, stringy locks.
he laps up at your pussy like it’s the last meal he’ll ever get and he always savors every minute he gets to have you on his tongue.
frank’s own pleasure be damned. even if his prominent erection was neglected, he didn't care. he would rather focus on you, your pleasure, and ruining your perfect pussy.
he tongues through your folds with fervor and the sensation prompts you to begin to rock your hips against his mouth in a steady motion.
frank can’t help the whine that gets caught in his throat. he loves when you use him to reach your orgasm.
“i’m cumming, frankie.” you mewl out, head thrown back in pleasure as he groans against you, his hips rutting the air, wishing he could fuck you.
you ride out your high, your thighs unintentionally squeezing frank’s face as he moans against your pussy. he could die happily sandwiched in your thighs if you would let him.
you reorient yourself on his lap to give him the space to breathe. frank can’t help but flash you a fucked out grin, fluids coating his cheeks and chin. he stares up at you through heavy eyes, taking in just how perfect you look on top of him.
you smile at him, leaning down to give him a final kiss before you have to get your uniform back on.
frank sits in the stands of the student section accompanied by his friends and steals glances at you performing your sideline cheers. when halftime rolls around, frank keeps a close eye on you as you gather with your team in the middle of the field for your halftime routine.
“c’mon frank.” gerard calls out, breaking frank out of his chance. “we’re going to get nachos at the concession stand.”
“nah, you guys go ahead. i’ll stay here and watch.” frank says with a nod.
“keep dreaming, iero.” ray snorts as he, gerard, and mikey stand up from the bleachers and begin to file out of the row.
frank returns his attention to the field and notices you looking in his direction, a smile finding its way unto his lips. you place your palm against your lips and shoot him a kiss from several yards away, a wide smile adorning your face.
he catches it, knowing he doesn’t have to dream to have you.
