tommy 💋

he / him 🦴 19 y / o writing about mcr !!!

[ierodoll]

helloo.. i wanna post my writings soo..

will write nsfw, sfw, dddne, basically anything except the things i wont. LOL.

only writing for my chemical romance rn... feel free to request anything you want, its like a one in a million chance that i won't write what you request !!!

likes & follows from @mychemicalmuffin !!!

[leathermouthfrankismywife]

god not to be a pervert about that one frank insta story but im gonna be a pervert. frank going biggg stretch while hes pumping inside you. talking to you like youre his dog. like.

[ierodoll]

can we please talk about this picture. hes got on surgical gloves and hes got his fingers in prime position and you can see his fucking tattoos through them oh my god. im so sick i need him to shove them down my throat!!

[killjoyyxy]

Holy shit I’m literally crying I want that so bad it hurts <\3

[razed-rosary]

Alien Gerard who is so fascinated by humans, he’s kept a journal of his “research” the entire time he’s been your roommate. He’s always observing you, asking about how humans digest food, why they go on jogs, what the social pleasantries are—he’s got an endless curiosity for humans and their behaviors.

It’s endearing, how interested he is. He loves going out with you to the grocery store or the park, loudly asking questions about the people you pass (“who decided that canines are the ideal pet rather than squirrels?” “What vitamin do humans get from the sun again?” “Why does that man have hair, but that one doesn’t?”).

You’re patient with him, and he grows very fond of you. Why wouldn’t he? You’re the only one who knows that he’s not of this planet, who only assumes a human form to blend in. You’re the only one who knows his smaller quirks too, like how he eats spaghetti one noodle at a time, or how he loves the taste of artificial banana (“it reminds me of a dish I have back home!”).

One evening, he comes to you as you’re lounging in your bed. His brows are furrowed, and he looks curious.

He asks you about a video he came across on the cellphone you made him buy. The way he describes it is odd (“They’re, like—naked? And it almost looks painful, but I can’t tell if it is or isn’t?”) and you quickly realize he’s found a porno.

You sit up and try to give him the birds and the bees talk, but that only seems to confuse him further, hazel eyes glimmering with curiosity.

“If it’s the mating process, why are they recording it?” he asks. He’s sitting close to you on your bed.

You tell him that many humans have sex for pleasure, and they record it for other humans to watch and make themselves feel good to.

“Like, touching yourself. Between your legs,” you explain, trying to ignore your warm cheeks. “It makes you feel good.”

Gerard seems to be intrigued by this. “Touching yourself between your legs?” he repeats. You nod. For a moment, he’s quiet, pensive. Then, he asks “Can you show me?”

And at this point, you’re already feeling a little hot under the collar, and Gerard just looks so earnest—how could you refuse?

He watches with laser focus as you circle your clit with two fingers, legs spread wide apart.

“It’s… wet,” he says slowly, eyes not moving from your pussy. “Does that happen when you feel good?”

You nod, breathing heavily.

Something about him watching you makes you throb, and it’s all too easy when you sink two fingers into yourself, a soft moan escaping you.

Gerard’s breath hitches visibly. Your eyes dart down and you can tell that he’s affected—there’s a bulge in his pants.

Fuck, you can’t help but imagine him in you, sinking in so slow. You wonder how he’d sound, how he’d react.

He’s so absorbed in the sight of you that he doesn’t acknowledge his erection, if he even notices it at all.

Soft, wet sounds fill the room as you slowly pump two fingers in and out of yourself, and god, you need more. It isn’t enough, especially with him looking at you like that. You open your mouth to speak, but he beats you to it.

“Can I touch you?”

He’s looking straight into your eyes now, gaze earnest and aroused in ways he doesn’t fully understand yet. You’re nodding before you realize it.

His touch is tentative, softly brushing two fingers over your slick folds, catching on your clit in a way that makes you gasp.

His eyes dart up to you in mild alarm. “Did I hurt you?” he asks, as if it’s the most horrifying prospect in the world.

You shake your head quickly, letting out a breathless laugh. “No, no—feels good, Gee. Really good.”

He nods, a more determined look crossing his face, tongue peeking between his lips in concentration as he touches you attentively, paying attention to what makes you gasp and makes those sounds like the ones he heard in that video. His fingers circle your clit, clumsy at first, then more confident.

“Fuck—“ you whine, and you’re desperate to be full, you feel so damn empty. You know he could help you. You know he’d say yes. So you reach down and wrap a hand around his wrist, stilling his movements.

“Do you want to try something else?” You ask in a murmur. Holding your gaze steadily with his big hazel eyes, he nods slowly.

Ten minutes later, you’re riding his cock, which is pressing against your walls in all the right ways. It feels like heaven, the head nailing your sweet spot even time you impale yourself on him.

And Gerard—god, he’s a mess. He’s gasping, shaking hands grasping at your hips, not to guide but to ground himself.

“Mm—ah! Oh my g—is it supposed to feel like this?” He asks, voice breaking and high. He’s staring up at you wide-eyed and flushed, breathing heavily through his whimpers.

You nod, rocking your hips to feel him press deliciously against your walls. “Yeah… feel good?”

He nods frantically, a choked whine escaping his throat. “Don’t… don’t stop. Please, please don’t stop.”

Your thighs flex and your tits bounce as you ride him harder, raising yourself up and dropping yourself down. As Gerard gets closer and closer to orgasm, he babbles more.

“So good—w-wanna feel this all the time, mmf—! Please, more, more, I can’t—I feel—“ His hips have begun to meet your thrusts with unconscious pumps of their own, driven by a pleasure that’s new and intoxicating.

He gasps, eyes going wide, lips parted, trembling. “I-I feel—what is tha-at? Ah, ahnnn, what—?”

You shush him, and he whimpers. “Just let go,” you murmur, voice tight and breathless from pleasure yourself. “Let it take you over. Come on.”

When Gerard cums a mere minute later, he’s gasping and crying out your name, clutching at your hips as he spills inside of you, so deep in your cunt that you can almost taste it. He thanks you, too, in a wrecked, whiny voice.

[ierodoll]

dont even joke... mphhhunhhggh

[vampireswi11hurtu]

was about to go to bed but Frank Iero posted so here we are with OLD FRANK DRABBLE!!!

(Oraaaal reader receiving🎀)

Frank got you right under him. His soft, pink lips pressing kisses all over your neck as his rough fingertips dug into your exposed flesh, right above your pants.

His fuzzy jaw tickled you, causing you to huff out a giggle. Already so lost in the feeling of him. His cologne, his hands, the weight of him on top of you. It was maddening.

He smiled against your neck, hands rubbing sooting circles on your skin as he raised his head to look at you. “What’s so funny, princess?” He asked, raising a brow. Smirk ever so prominent on his face.

“Nothing.” You replied, clearly holding back another burst of giggles. He was so cute. Hair disheveled, belly slightly exposed, holding onto you for dear life.

“Hm.. nothing? Is that so, baby?” He replied. His tone was cooing, speaking to you like a puppy. It made your cheeks flush. “Mhm! Nothing..” you replied, your voice dragging out as he started to kiss your neck again, causing the same giggle to fall from your lips.

Frank stopped, and looked at you again. Big hazel eyes staring up at you. “What’s making my girl so giggly, huh?” He asked, a giggly edge to his voice, his fingers now messing with the hem of your pants.

You rolled your eyes playfully, finally granting him an answer. “You didn’t shave. It tickles, y’know.” You smiled down at him, fingers playing with the mattress, waiting for his next move.

Frank raised a brow, one of his hands stroking his jaw, feeling his growing beard. “I see.”

So that’s how you ended up with your legs wide open, Frank devouring you, eating you out like a man starved. Coaxing an orgasm after an orgasm out of you.

You whined loudly, feeling the third one threatening to crash onto you. you were so overstimulated, it almost hurt.

Frank only giggled, fingers digging deep in your hole, curling upwards at every thrust, abusing your G spot. He stopped sucking your clit for a moment, kept fucking your with his tatted fingers as he spoke.

“Does it tickle you here, baby? I don’t think you’re complaining now, sweet thing. No more giggles for your old man, huh?” He smirked, chuckling cruelly as he kept moving his fingers. “Yer doing so good for me, princess. Being such a good girl. Taking it so well. I know you can do it, just one more for me, sugar. I know you have it in you. My strong girl. Let me hear you… juuust like that, baby.”

[makhopemustdie]

Fat dad frank actually drives me INSANE I need to latch onto those tits like a leech. My god his arms. His tummy. Good fucking god. I'm a firm believer of short-but-thick dick iero because that is so hot to me. When I see twink iero (2000-2010) I wanna break him but dilf iero, my god. My desire for dilf iero actually makes me feel unwell. I need him viscerally I don't even know how I just Need to see that man naked fuckkkk dude imagine all his tattoos I'm fucking drooling over here

Have you seen the picture of him being tattooed? You can clearly see his tits and it leaves me dripping in my panties every time.

Sucking Frank backstage while he changes for b-stage.

On your knees, making him whine and rut into you. Letting him cum all over your face.

Letting him lick it off and spit it back into your mouth, making you swallow it.

Telling you he’s going to fuck that pussy dumb later.

Fuuuuuuuck.

I wanna be Franks controversially young girlfriend that he fucks every night. Filling me up, trying to breed me and get me pregnant so he can brag to everyone about how he knocked me up.

[ierodoll]

hi.. gonna post some more i promise!! feel free to send in freak asks, go crazy have fun.

[ierodoll]

i just came

[pennycrumb]

✰ // Chicago // 5.16.15

[ierodoll]

this fucking picture oh mygodddd please take advantage of me im sick ungh.. i wanna nuzzle into franks face like a dog !!!

[ierodoll]

the basement gee x bimbo reader was soooo goodddd can you do a part two please ? 🙏

THANK YOU SM OMG!! of course i will... im thinking some reader revenge is in order!!! sub gerard... YURP.

basement gerard x afab bimbo reader pt. 2 !!!

warnings: dddne !!!, revenge, non con, degrading, abuse, baby trapping except its fake (evil), angsty at the end

this was a good idea. you told yourself again, this was a great idea. as you stood at gerards door after following him home. what, he thought he could just cum inside of you and leave you like that? no fucking way.

you didnt like him. you didnt want him. this was just what needed to happen. this would help you sleep at night. you knocked at the door, loud and bold. still dressed in your usual glam but something was missing. something was broken. your makeup didnt look right no matter how many times you re-applied it, and your clothes felt like duct tape, and all you could think about was this goddamn loser. he would pay for this, just like you had been for the past few weeks.

when he answered the door, he looked suprised, then nervous, before plastering on a cocky defensive grin. "come back for more.. slut?" he mocked, leaning in closer, in his gross star wars pyjamas, and a t-shirt that surely doubled as a cum rag for him. you pounced instantly, your knee coming up to connect with his soft cock, with a concerning thud. he doubled over, grunting and whining like a bitch.

"you.. you're a worthless fucking mutt.." you sneered, full of hate, a dark thrill running through you as you watched him grabbing at his junk in pain. but you weren't like him... this was just his karma, you promised yourself, trying to ease the thudding under your frilly top. you got him down on the floor, your shiny mary jane shoe grinding between his legs while you slung insults and curses at him, your breathing frantic.

"p..please.. ung.. fuck im sorry.. s-sorry ok..?!" he pleaded, starting to cry as your shoe ground horrifically against his dick through the thin fabric. he gasped and grabbed at himself, at his splotchy chubby face, starting to sweat. you just laughed, the true face of irony, as you drank in his misery, just like he had savored yours.

"thats real fuckin cute gerard.. are you gonna take care of your little baby..?" you cooed with a sick smile, leaning down to yank a fistful of his greasy black hair in your hand, your janky fake nails scratching his scalp. you sneered in his face and rubbed at your tummy, fluttering your eyelashes, trying not to laugh in his face when you saw his eyes and the cogs turning in his head.

"b-baby..? you mean.. hng.. i really.. knocked you up..?" he gasped for air, his chest heaving as he looked up at you, shocked and scared. you could see the way he was about to beg you for forgiveness, to swear he would be the best dad he could, and for a moment it hurt somewhere deep in your heart.

but you couldn't feel bad, not for him. you laughed, cutting through the silence and causing his face to draw up with confusion. yanking his head back further, you landed a sick blow to his lower pudge. "im not pregnant, you fuckin idiot.. just wanted to see your stupid face.." you snarled, petting his hair as he held onto his torso, choking and drooling. but one little detail didnt go unnoticed by you. he was hard. painfully hard. just from your abuse and insults. god what was this guys issue...

your cute panties hit the floor quietly, and you snapped your fingers in his face like a dog. "get to it." you commanded, your hand fisted in his hair, as you stood over him, one shoe still on his cock, grinding and pressing. pressing harder to hear him whine when you wanted, playing him like an instrument. he lunged, shoving his face in your pussy with zero hesitation, like he was starved. you chewed on your pink glossy lips, not wanting to let him hear your pleasure, pressing harder on his erection, and feeling his whimpering vibrating against your cunt.

"mphh.. p..please.. it hurts.." he whined, muffled as he lapped at your clit. it only pissed you off, your hand tearing out more of his hair as you ground against his face. you had to cum, then you would be even. then everything would be okay again, and you could go back to your dumb, carefree life. could spend your time thinking about makeup and shoes and shopping, instead of the way you felt slumped against the brick that day. used up and broken.

you came hard, hips jerking against his face, that you didn't even wanna look at. tearing him off of you and leaving him with spit and your arousal down his dazed face. and you prayed, to gods you only ever took in vain, that he felt the way you had. that he would have the same pit in his stomach when he tried to eat dinner that night. "stay the fuck away from me.. i never wanna see your face again." you bit, putting your panties back on and fixing your skirt. and you left him there, in the entryway of his familys home, hard and leaking in his pyjamas, and sure to be bruised up from your shoes in the weeks to come. forcing a smile onto your face as you walked home in tears.

[ierodoll]

why would he even do this im such a whore

[ierodoll]

helloooooooo!!! i was thinking creepy/incel mikey x creepy/incel reader?? feel free to ignore <3 :>

how could i possibly ignore this... drools

this one might be a little cliche ive never written about incels before!! its a short one too but i hope i did the prompt justice...

incel mikey way x incel reader smut !!!

warnings: kinda gross, gooners, sweaty, no foreplay, daddy kink, mention of obsessive love

you guys met online. that should have been red flag number one honestly, especially considering the gore-ridden, incel cesspool of a website where you guys met. but you didnt mind much... you were both lonely and ready for action.

after a long awkward silence of sitting on his parents couch (and yes, it was his parents, who he still lived with at 26...) you were both practically panting like dogs, and when the tension finally snapped your tongues were in eachothers mouths in record time. it was sweaty and greasy, his glasses fogged up and your noses pressed together awkwardly, but neither of you could care. not when he was finally touching a real girl, and you a real "man"...

"mphh.. daddyyy.." you whined, sickening and needy, acting like a child for his validation. nuzzling into his greasy hair, no better than a man. he whimpered and panted like he might cum in his pants from your words alone, pushing up his glasses while he grinded his hard-on (in his lame ass khaki shorts) against your jeans.

"sh-shit.. say it againn.." he begged pathetically, both of you deeply brainrotted from hours of porn and mindless jacking off, gross and depraved, but atleast you were finally feeling some flesh that wasnt your own.

neither of you ever watched the intros, the foreplay. it was all about fucking. fucking like rabbits. so when both of you were stripped, (and it didnt take long) he was immediately shoving himself inside of you. it landed you in a world of hurt, but you were already a sick pervert, so it only served to make things better for you.

you were wet in no time, and you both came so quickly. sweaty and bundled together in a tangle of limbs, holding onto eachother. he was busy thinking about his favorite onlyfans model, and you were busy thinking about killing all the women in his life, so you could have him all to yourself. what a match...

[ierodoll]

its not even funny.. i need trailertrash!frank so bad.. in a worn white t shirt with his fat dad bod and tattoos on every inch of his skin, his stubble rubbing my face while he fucks me missionary style with no prep... and he would never even think of touching my clit... ugh.. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[ierodoll]

HIIIIIIIIIIIII 💗💗💗💗💗 okay sooo i just thinking hummm basement gerard and a bimbo or a cheerleader reader???

XOXO love youuu 💗💗💗💗

thank you for my first askk yay ^_^

mphh this is so yummy ill do my best !!! gonna lean more into bimbo cause im having ideas...

basement gerard x afab bimbo reader smut !!!

warnings: dddne!!! non-con, revenge, dumbification, degradation, breeding(?) contraception is mentioned so its up to reader tbh

"oh i know... hes like soo totally lame !!" you smacked your gum, glossed lips sticking together with every word. a brainless, cruel smile on your plastered face as you watched yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair before class.

your hair was burnt with the straightener, and jacked to jesus. it was crunchy with hair spray and your cheetah print skirt was short enough to qualify as a belt as you walked out of the bathroom with your friends, still laughing about the loser you ran into earlier. you didnt catch his name, gerald or something? like you cared. he smelled rancid. his hair was wracked with grease, and he was pudgy and pathetic, just an entertainment piece for girls like you.

as you walked out of school, saying goodbye to the last of your gals, you felt a hand on your shoulder, clammy and rough. you turned around quick, your fake eyelashes fluttering dramatically.

"what do you want, freak..?" you spat, drawing back when you took in the sight in front of you, your sneer faltering for a moment when you saw the look on his pale greasy face. he looked like he was murdering you with his mind, or maybe fucking you, hell maybe both. you shuddered at the thought, fixing your hair as you swatted his hand off of you, grimacing. "and why are you blushing..." you half muttered, trailing off as you took in his blotchy cheeks.

"y'know you would be a lot prettier if you weren't such a bitch.." he moved quicky, grabbing your wrist with a bruising grip, and covering your mouth with the other, lip-gloss smearing across his hand and your face, mixing with his hand sweat. he walked you to a nearby alley, his hot pungent breath down your perfumed neck, making your heart spike with fear. "gonna fuck that dumb smile off your pretty little face, slut..." he muttered, like he was talking to himself and you were just a figment of his imagination.

"mphh.. fuckin.. hng.. weirdo.." you frantically yelled against his hand, shaking your head and trying to squirm away from him as he pinned you against the brick, slamming your head back as his sweaty anxious hand reached for your skimpy top, ripping at the seams as he yanked it down to expose your heaving chest, making quick work of your hot pink push-up bra too, his breathing now ragged like an animals. he didnt speak, just laughed, shit-eating and horny. you could feel him humping at your spray tanned thigh, already hard in his stained sweatpants. he was very clearly nervous too, probably a virgin, fueled by his sexual frustration.

"hng.. yeah..? imma weirdo..?" he practically whimpered, getting off on your insults like a sick little bastard. he groaned, grabbing the flesh of your hip with one hand, the other still covering your mouth as you started to feel lightheaded. he pushed up your mini-skirt, eyeing you like a piece of meat. "fuckk.. think you can just.. dress like a whore.. dumb fuckin bimbo.." he sputtered, ripping at your matching pink panties, and then his dirty sweatpants, his hands uncoordinated and getting messier.

"im.. n..notta bimbo.." you whined, muffled against his hand and sounding impossibly dumb. exactly what a bimbo would say. he knew it too, barking out a mocking chuckle, and finally getting your panties down and his cock out, stroking himself sloppily, hissing softly. your chest pounded, your face contorted with fear and your makeup running as sweat and tears mixed on your pretty face. you started to beg, the only thing you could do. but it only provoked him further, his panting hot and desperate on your face as he lined himself up with your tight, dry cunt.

"scream.." he grinned, and slammed into you in one shattering thrust, throwing his head back, his sweaty black t-shirt riding up to expose some of his pale chubby flesh. he held tight to your waist, leaning into your neck, nuzzling you almost tenderly, a major contridiction. that of a lonely, sad, virgin. "mphh.. love it when you scream..." he panted, whining and groaning, his thrusts inexperienced and animalistic.

"haahh.. n..no.. i.. shitt.. i hate you.. hate yo.." he cut off your muffled protests by replacing his hand with his lips, practically eating your face off, his unwashed mouth colliding with yours, glitter transfering to his cracked lips. you tried not to breathe through your mouth, his breath making you wanna vomit. and it was a good thing you didnt, because he would have probably taken you home with him.

"mm.. gonna.. gonna cum in this slutty little cunt.. mmkay..?" he grunted, his hips stuttering, asking even though your answer never mattered. "bitch like you is definitely on birth control.. hmph.." he laughed breathlessly, pumping a few more times before his hot sticky cum spilled into your clenching heat.

"hnn.. noo.. n..oo.." you stuttered weakly, panting and breathless, sweaty and tear-stained and all fucked out. you couldnt even move your eyes to look at him, or your mouth to scream as he put his cock away and kissed you one more time, chaste, a mocking farewell. and you looked up towards the sky, clicking your tongue as you caught your breath. damn... you didnt even get to cum.