💕 Hii!! My name is Harmony. I enjoy writing so please send me requests !! I’m a new writer on Tumblr so I’m still learning and improving everyday. I DO have a life outside of fanfiction, so I will get to requests when I have free time. I hope you enjoy my blog snd find what you need 💕
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Rules:
I’m okay with:
SFW
NSFW
Angst
Headcannons
X reader
Character ships
[I’m kinky so things like watersports, bdsm, step-incest, blood and stuff is okay with me]
I’m not okay with:
Scat, vomit, anything like that.
Blood family related incest
Pedophilia/underage
Sa/non-con/dub-con
Sibling ships
I will delete/ignore any requests that make me uncomfortable. Please respect my boundaries
Masterlist:
Marvel:
Logan Howlett/Wolverine - NSFW headcannons
Jean grey x !Self Destructive Powers Reader
Jean Grey - Relationship headcannons
DC:
Dick Grayson - Random nsfw headcannon
Celebrities:
Mikey Way - !Perv Stepbro Mikey x reader
Mikey Way - Two Lines [Part one] [Part two] [Part three]
Mikey Way - I’m Not As Gentle As I Look
Gerard Way - Relationship Headcanons SFW
Gerard Way - And I Can’t Deny, She’s So Damn Fine
Other:
!Kidnapper Dandy Ahs x Reader
Fandoms:
Marvel (comics and MCU), DC (including Watchmen), anime (Naruto, one piece, jjk), the rookie, mcr, tokio hotel
❗️If you want something that isnt up there, still request it and I’ll try my best❗️
Anything dead dove will be labeled with a disclaimer!
⚠️Please don’t steal my work. I will find out and do something about it.⚠️
Please pleease write for V. I love Husband so much
you said husband and that triggered something feral in me. husband v headcanons??? husband v headcanons
You’re not legally married because he has no legal identity. He believes the concept of marriage can be very romantic when separated from what the state makes it. So many people being denied marriage shows what a powerful dynamic it can be.
Please don’t let him start waxing poetic on the concept. Kiss him when he starts and shut him up. You’ll be there for hours otherwise.
Isn’t really one for pet-names until you guys get married and suddenly he realizes he can call you his something without seeming as wholly possessive as he truly is. You’re his wife/husband/spouse and he refers to you by your title often.
“Where is my spouse?” he calls teasingly into the shadow gallery and eagerly awaits the amused echo of your answer. He knows he’s ridiculous at this point, acting like you’re still in the honeymoon phase even after so much time spent together.
You’ve made his life the sweetest it’s ever been. You’ve given him things he never dared to dream of. With you he is Human. A man. Your husband.
If he can make you laugh by showing you how besotted he is, then why would he hold back an ounce of his passion for you?
If he didn’t have an image to keep up and a secret spouse to always keep safe (protecting you is one part of his vows that he takes deadly serious) then he would constantly be speaking about you.
It’s the one time he laments not having any connections to the outer world, no other confidants. He has no one to talk to you about. His perfect spouse.
V, right before he straight up murders a guy: You tilt your head when you’re startled the same way my spouse does *stabs him thirteen times*
Dotes on you to the best of his ability which is a great deal of ability.
Shadow gallery a little chilly and you shivered in your sleep last night? Not on his watch. Next time he goes out he comes back with the finest, softest blankets in all of Europe.
He’s an absolute mad man. When will he be stopped?
Likes to wake you up with breakfast in bed. Sometimes he just can’t be around, there’s a lot of corruption in the world, so when he is around he makes it count.
It’s hard to wake up early enough before him to surprise him back.
There’s a lot of factors working against you towards trying to make your husband a simple breakfast in bed.
First, he wakes up when you leave the bed. He doesn’t sleep when you’re not beside him. Second, any noise and he wakes up, going to check on you. Third, he loves to be a spoil-sport. He will wake up and smell food cooking. He will race to the kitchen to help you cook. No there is nothing you can do to stop him. The monster. The put out look on your face is adorable. It’s become a full-fledged game between you two.
You finally get him one morning when he comes home seriously hurt but tells you not to fret, dear. You wait till he’s perfectly asleep, crawl from bed and begin to quickly make him food. He does wake up but it’s as you’re coming into the room, smugger than ever, with a tray for him in hand. He laughs so hard he busts several stitches.
Will take you outside to do romantic things like stargazing and picnics once it’s safe to do so. He’ll find spots for the two of you. It’s nice to spend time with him in such a way.
Of course there’s dancing — you’re always dancing together. Slow, the way V likes best, he’s a sap and has memorized every beat of the song you first danced to, together. He hums it to himself sometimes. It’s soothing to him.
He does wear a ring under his gloves and he did get you an engagement and wedding ring as well. This was very important to him. He needed to give you some bit of normalcy.
He’s very proud of you and very proud that you worked through so many things (a shit ton of things) in order to take such a big step together.
He knows it’s not easy some days, being with him. He knows it wasn’t easy even convincing him to be with you. But he loves you dearly and you’ll always know how much he appreciated that you fought for him. For the two of you.
Some days he doesn’t understand how you could come to have loved him like he loves you. Some days he does. When he looks at himself through your eyes it’s easier.
V will always be the man…the monster, that will make the world answer for its crimes against its own people. But now he’s also your husband and he understands that.
He takes risks still, but not so many that he could ever be accused of not caring if he comes home or not. Of course he cares — he has you to come home to.
Hi! I loved your Jean Grey x Reader headcanons, so I'd like to ask for more, being Reader a mutant with a self-destructive power she (female reader, if it's not much trouble) can't control
HELLO! I am back. My phone is still broken but I am trying my best. I love this request sm oml. Jean Grey is my favourite comic book character like- ever! I hope you enjoy these headcannons :p (more of a discussion than headcannons but still)
Jean grey x !fem mutant with self destructive powers
Firstly, Jean grey herself has been through the wringer when it comes to her own powers. Jean has firsthand experience with how it feels to have your power drive in the front seat without you.
Keeping this in mind, Jean would definitely be the most understanding of the bunch. Especially in a relationship, she understands. Even if both of your mutations are different, she does have telepathy still which allows her to gain more insight from your perspective. (With consent of course. She never reads your mind without consent.)
When you first displayed copious amounts of power and ended up damaging the x-mansion- she was the first person to ensure you that you didn’t do anything wrong. Jean is natural born teacher and using her experience, she’s more than happy to help guide you with your abilities.
Jean isn’t afraid of you like most people would be. Jean is beyond empathetic of your struggles. The moment you break down infront of her, crying about how you wish you were human and not mutant- she embraces you. Jean lets you cry on her shoulder, her hands tracing your back softly while she leaves small kisses on the top of your head. She whispers about how she’s there for you, and you aren’t a monster in her eyes. She understands.
On the battlefield, Jean keeps an eye on you. Not in a possessive way, but just an extra eye on lookout incase you need her. She’s protective of you on the battlefield already, but the display of your destructive powers and how fast they can spiral out of control, she wants to make sure you don’t hurt anybody or yourself.
The first time you end up hurting yourself due to a power burst, she rushes to Hank and past the doors to your room. She rushes to the bed and holds your hand. “I’m here, my love. I’m not leaving.” She reassures.
As Jean is a teacher, she would encourage you to let her help you gain more control of your powers. She takes extra time out of her day specially catered to teaching you. The more you improve, the more she’s willing to give you more space when fighting. She’s only scared. She sees her past self in you and only wants to direct you from the dark path she went down with Phoenix.
so obviously yk who i am, AND YOU KNOW JUST HOW HORNY I AM FOR DANDY MOTT FROM AHS 😫
could u plz write a fic about reader getting hunted down and kidnapped by him? WITH LOTS OF MANHANDLING?! :3
love you lots
HEY BAT ANON! Sorry I took so long with the request, my phone broke and is hella annoying to type on. But IM BACK!!! Dandy is fun to write when I do write him, so I’m excited to do this request. Love you lots as well, and I hope you enjoy this one !!!😋
DISCLAIMER: NSFW under the cut ⚠️dead dove do not eat ⚠️
“My Insides Are Red And Yours Are Too~”
Tags: Smut, NSFW, Dandy Mott x reader, Dandy Mott, kidnapping, stalking, menions of killing, manhandling, rough sex, dandy being a absolute perv, knife play if you squint, p in v, unprotected sex
It started small, like seeing my door creaked open when I could have sworn I locked it. I thought I was going nuts- developing habits of checking the doors and windows twice.
But it started to get weird. I felt watched, even with all my blinds shut. When flowers and love notes started appearing at my door, I began to wonder if maybe I wasn’t crazy after all.
Like normal, I received a love letter stuffed into my mailbox. I sighed, grabbing the letter. I turned around to go back inside, about to throw it away, when I noticed it. Something that may be on the paper or on accident or on purpose, but definitely there.
It was a small blood stain. But you know what they say- curiosity kills the cat- so what business did I have wanted to possible do something I can’t turn back from?
None. The answer is absolutely none.
But here I am, opening the letter. I shut the door with my heel, flipping the paper open. The blood was fresh too- meaning this letter was made not even an hour ago.
When I opened it, multiple photos flew to the ground. All photos of me. Sleeping. I froze, my eyes wide. I glanced at the note. It was written in blood. It said:
Y/n,
Oh how I hate to make a mess, but dear (boyfriend’s name) had to go.
I froze. No. No not bfs/n. I crumpled the letter and dropped it, rushing upstairs. Footprints on the carpet leading up. I was too late. The gut feeling in my stomach was preparing for the inevitable.
I rushed around the corner, bursting our door open. The sight in-front of me was something straight out of a horror story (ha fucking ha).
Bfs/n’s body was laid out on the bed, stabbed, bruised, bloodied, beaten. My hands were shaking, heart was racing. The train of blood on the ground showed his previous struggle.
I opened my mouth to scream but was shut up with a cloth. Before my brain could register what the hell was happening, I must have blacked out.
Around thirty minutes later.
I blinked my eyes open, my memory groggy. “Someone’s awake?” A voice said from in-front of me. It took me a moment to realize my hands were tied behind my back. I was on a chair.
As I came to my surroundings, I managed to notice I wasn’t in my room anymore. “W-where am I?” I managed to get out. The man in-front of me was leaning against a nearby table. He was calm. Too calm.
“You’re safe, don’t worry.” He straightened up, pushing off of the table. I struggled against my constraints, the sinking hole in my stomach growing.
“Oh those?” He pointed to the cuffs. “They were just a precaution. You’d be surprised.” He added, stepping closer.
“You monster! You killed him!” I yelled at my kidnapper. “He was in the way, y/n. You’ll understand soon enough.” He reassured, reaching his hand to caress my cheek. I flinched, he noticed.
“I’ll uncuff you under one condition,” he proposed, tilting his head like he was attempting to show some kind of sympathy for his own horrifying actions.
“And that is?” I asked, looking at his eyes. They had no light in them. They looked dead, but oddly drawing. “You won’t struggle.” His voice dropped dangerously dark. I paused, my body tensing up. Something was going on down there, my thighs rubbing together to calm the ache.
Was I into this?
“Fine.” I spat out. “Good girl.” He reached to uncuff my hands tied behind me.
“All this stalking and I don’t know your name?” I asked out of curiosity. “Dandy.” He answered with no hesitation. “Alright… Dandy-“ I began, my hands finally freed. I rubbed my wrists which were a little sore by now.
“-what’s the deal with the photos?” I asked, standing up to look around. The door was locked. Dammit.
“Just a souvenir…” he admitted guiltily. “This place is too secured. Don’t even think about it.” He smiled. God it was so annoying how charming he was.
I was about to speak before Dandy was all hands and mouth on me. “Just be calm and it won’t be as bad as you think…” he mumbled into my ear, kissing below my lobe. His hands found their way to my waist, holding me still as if to claim some kind of power over my body.
I inhaled sharply. If it wasn’t for how good this felt, he would have been slapped. Hard.
“D-dandy?” I called out. “Yes, my love?” My love? Bold. “What are you doing to me?” I asked. I knew what he was doing. I just wanted to know his intentions.
“You’ll see.” And before I knew it he shoved me to the nearest wall, ensuring I couldn’t escape. I gasped as my body pressed against his. I could feel his raging boner tight against his dress pants.
He reached under my skirt to take the initiative to push my panties to the side. “So wet already..” he mumbled, wiping two fingers against my slick. I shivered as I heard them go pop from his lips.
He used a hand to keep me pinned to the wall. He had strength- I’ll give him that. “No rubber?” I asked, a silent call for ‘please don’t get me pregnant’. I looked back to see him pump his dripping length a few times with his fist.
“With a rubber, how am I gunna fill you up? Hm?” He asked, breath tickling g neck. He waisted no time to line himself up with my welcoming velvety walks.
“Fuck!” I moaned, my nails digging into the nice wallpaper of what I can presume is his basement. He was bigger than I expected him to be. “Jesus- so fucking tight!” He grunted, filling me to the brim with himself.
He began to rut up into my tight pussy, squelching noises starting to fill the room. His hands gripped my waist, manhandling me up and down on his dick as I just sat there and took it.
Drool slobbered from my mouth. He was fucking me dumb.
“Ah- oh my god!” I practically screamed. I’m almost thankful I’m in a locked secure room or else everybody and their moms would know what I was doing with my kidnapper. This was technically rape- but god did it feel good.
“Shit shit shit-“ he began panting like a mantra. Before I could comprehend my surroundings, I was being manhandled to bend over the chair. The new angle made me see stars.
“Ugh! Dandy!” I moaned, grabbing the chair with all my might. I shouldn’t be enjoying this. I thought. Wet sounds of sex filled the room, our bodies sweating like crazy.
“I’m so fucking close!” He grunted, his hips twitching a little. “Fuck- me too-“ I replied. The coil in my abdomen burned for its impending release.
Dandy’s pace started to become sloppy as he drew near his finish. “Gunna fill y’up? Make you all mine?” He stated more than asked. This amazing sex almost made me forget about my dead boyfriend and what Dandy did to him.
“Say it. Say you’re mine.” Dandy demanded. I nodded. “I’m yours!” I gasped, clenching around him. “Not his! I’m yours!” I moaned, releasing around his thick cock. He bit his bottom lip, slamming into my bruised cervix one last time.
He spilled into me, my tummy growing with the warm feeling of his release. His hands gripped my hips. A way of telling me to stay still and take what he gives me.
My legs were quivering, signifying how fucked out I am. “Fucking hell.” He mumbled, pulling out. Cum leaned from my abused hole. He made sure to stuff it back in with two fingers, ensuring I was full of him.
“Get on the ground.” He demanded. I did as he said, my weak legs falling to their knees in-front of him. I looked up at the man. “Open.” He ordered. I opened my mouth, allowing him to push himself in.
I started sucking, cleaning him off. Milking what’s left of his cum. He whined, hand tangling in my hair as he controlled the pace I was going. “Good. Good girl.” He praised. Tears filed my eyes a I gagged around him. “Fuck!” He shivered in response, manhandling my head harder onto him.
I choked as I struggled to take him. Once he felt he was clean, he moved me off of him- his warm cock leaving my mouth with a pop.
Was this my life now? Stuck as a sex slave for my creepy stalker?
Hey everyone! Sorry I haven’t been posting- my phone is currently broken and it’s hard to type, let alone write fanfiction on. When I get my phone fixed, I will be BACK in the writing game !! Also tysm for the love and support on my posts, I’m so happy people are enjoying my blog 💕
omg i loved your rough mikey fic. i NEEDDDD one for gerard now... could you make it so he's like really desperate and stuff too. i love it when fics make him touchy and all that. ANYWAYSSSS THANK YOUUU!!!
EEEE HELLOOO I love this idea I literally giggled when I saw the request >.< Guys please keep sending requests!! I need them!! Anywho, I hope you freaks enjoy~
Authors note: Btw this is revenge era gee !! There’s also a bit of plot before the smut.
And I can’t deny, she’s so damn fine
Tags: Gerard Way, Gerard x Reader, p in v, oral fem receiving, fingering, smut, rough sex, AFAB reader, Gn reader, x reader, my chemical romance, mcr
I’m unsure what possessed me to do it, but I pressed send.
Gerard’s POV:
Gerard’s phone vibrated in his pocket mid studio recording. “Guys hold up, I think I got a text.” He excused himself. Frank gave Mikey and Ray an: ‘Is this guy for real?’ look. They were just finishing up with the third song on their new three cheers album which was the bands new project.
Time in the studio was limited, so the boys were keen on fitting as much recordings as they can in the short time given.
Gerard exited the recording area, grabbing his phone from his pocket. He flipped it open, seeing the message was from y/n. He mindlessly opened the message up. What Gerard didn’t expect, was to see his dear y/n legs open wearing his favourite set of lingerie. Underneath was a text.
-Y/n❤️-
[photo]
‘Needing you bad right now..’
He almost dropped his phone, quickly looking around the place to make sure nobody’s saw this and his reaction. Gerard could feel his pants getting tighter. He quickly and swiftly closed his phone and stuffed it back into his pocket, clearing his throat before turning back on his heel.
No, he wasn’t about to let this go.
-Later that day-
Your POV:
I was sitting on the couch, relaxing. I checked the time, 5pm.
Maybe I should order takeout? I’m too lazy to cook right now.
I was drifted from my thoughts when the door flung open. I whipped my head around to see Gerard practically throw his bag down, hanging his jacket up.
I got up, relieved he was home. “Hi baby-“ I was cut off with Gerard’s lips, hands on my waist. My sentence became a mere mumble against his lips, his tongue saying more than words ever could.
He shoved me up against the nearest wall, pulling away for air. Gerard leaned in close, lips brushing my ear lobe. “You know how horny I’ve been all day because of you?” He growled, hands moving down, slipping under my shirt.
I shivered at his cold hands, leaning my head against the wall. His hands were all over- tracing my body like he was worshipping, and I was his muse.
I was about to argue, ask what he was doing until I remembered about the photo. My lips curled into a smirk. Gerard started to nip at my neck, small bruises and love bites forming in places I’d definitely need to cover tomorrow.
“Gerard…” I moaned, my hands flying to his black hair, tugging on it. This caused Gerard to moan into my ear. “Need you so bad..” he mumbled, his hands kneading my breasts over my bra.
“Been thinking about this pussy all day- god-“ he murmured, moving to take my shirt off. I raised my hands so he could, revealing my bra for him. He pulled back to admire, his eyes tracing my body.
I moved my hands down to his shirt, tugging it off. He helped, pulling his shirt off and removing it. I admired his chubbier frame, drooling at the sight of him. A pink tint crossed Gerard’s face, almost unnoticeable.
What was noticeable was the bulge in his pants. I smiled, pulling him in for a quick kiss. His hands went to unclip my bra.
“Someone’s desperate?” I teased, taunting him. Gerard struggled with the bra. “Fuck… how the hell…?“ he grunted, making me chuckle. I took the initiative to undo it myself, letting my breasts free.
His mouth connected with one of my breasts, his other hand giving attention to the other one, rolling it between his index finger and thumb. I moaned, one hand in his hair and the other arm around his neck.
Gerard left a few kisses on my chest before slowly dropping to his knees, looking up at me. I looked down at him, admiring the sight of him getting on his knees.
His eyes were pleading, giving me that look: The look I can never deny. I kept the hand in his hair, urging him down. He dropped to both knees, his hands moving to my shorts.
Gerard hooked his fingers in the band, pulling them down. He slowly, teasingly dragged them down my legs, revealing the red lace panties awaiting him since earlier today.
“So beautiful..” he whispered. The butterflies in my stomach churned at his words. “Please Gee, don’t tease.” I begged. Gerard didn’t want to waste time teasing anyways, pulling my panties down to the ground.
His lips connected with my cunt, licking a strip up. My thighs quivered, but his hands kept them open, tracing small circles. I lifted a leg over one of his shoulders, giving him better access.
“Fuck-“ I moaned, arching into his touch. His mouth went to town: Sucking my sensitive bud to giving my hole some love.
Gerard didn’t stop until my legs were shaking. I felt myself getting closer, but I felt Gerard come to a halt. I whined, but he shushed me.
He stood up, grabbing my waist. He pushed me against the nearest counter: The kitchen island. He tapped my legs and I obeyed, lifting them. I was lifted on the surface, spreading my legs for him to stand between them.
Gerard unbuckled his belt, pushing his pants down with his boxers, revealing his aching boner.
He leaned in, hands on my waist again. He lined up his leaking tip, pushing in. He let out a strangled moan. “Fuck, so tight f’me..” he grunted, moving his hips.
He was thick and long, hitting the spots I needed him to. I moaned, grabbing onto his back, my nails digging into it. Gerard didn’t seem to mind. Deep down he LOVED the way my nails felt against his back. Later that night he admired the scratch marks~
Gerard’s hand moved to my breasts again, his mouth trailing kisses along my chest. The sensations were so overwhelming- his dick pumping in and out and the way he touched me like this. I felt like I was in heaven.
Gerard whimpered, leaning to suck my nipple again, rolling the other between his fingers. “Ugh- oh my god Gerard!” I moaned. He pulled back, his head thrown back. His mouth was slightly open.
The sight was so hot. The way he moaned, his sounds.. everything about him. His pace sped up. He grabbed my hips again to thrust more rough, his dick hitting that spot inside that made me see stars everytime.
My moans were in time with his thrusts, the sound of hips slamming together and loud ‘uh’s’ filling the room.
“Oh shit.. baby- fuck.. I’m close..” He moaned, panting. I nodded, cupping his face. I leaned in and our lips connected. The heat in both our lower stomached tightened.
I clenched around him, a creamy ring around his cock forming. Shortly after his pace faltered and he finished inside, thrusting once more before spilling his seed deep in my walls.
I held Gerard close, tracing patterns on his back as we came down from our highs. He pulled out, making me feel empty. He pushed himself up, looking at my fucked out state.
“Jesus, babe. You should send me nudes more often.” He smirked, leaving a kiss on my forehead. “We should get cleaned up.” I mentioned. He nodded.
Yeah, I definitely will be sending him nudes more often.
god. i just need a fic of him fucking me ROUGHHH. like… rough 😫
- 🦇 mwah
HELLO BAT ANON!
YESSS AHHH I love doing your requests their so *chefs kiss*😩 Here is one serving of rough sex with Mikey way.
“I’m not as gentle as I look”
Tags: rough sex, Mikey way, Mikey way x reader, p in v, unprotected sex, smut, NSFW, mcr, my chemical romance, Gn reader, x reader, slight manhandling, rough, manhandling
“You think you can just wear that and expect me not to tear it off?” Mikey groaned, his hands all over my body. He has me up against the wall in our apartment, mouth on my neck.
Mikey left marks, nibbling and sucking on sensitive spots. “Fuckk..” I moaned, my hands tangled in his hair. His usual beanie was already on the ground along with our jackets.
Tonight was supposed to be tame- just a double date with a couple of our friends. I wore that dress I knew he liked. On purpose? Maybe.
“Gunna be good f’me and lift those pretty legs?” He mumbled into my ear. I nodded, instantly obeying. His hands moved to my thighs, grabbing them as I jumped up. He held me up, wrapping his hands under my legs as he carried me to the bed.
Mikey then placed me down, beginning to unbuckle his belt. I did the same, pulling my panties off. I was leaving the dress up to him. He threw his belt to the floor, adding to the growing pile of clothes.
I spread my legs a little, letting him crawl between them. “God you’re so beautiful, y/n.” He murmured, his hands moving to the spaghetti straps of the dress.
Mikey pulled them down slowly, teasingly almost. “Stop teasing..” I whined. That comment earned a slap to my inner thigh. I gasped at the harsh contact, my pussy growing wetter.
“Wanna talk back?” He asked, grabbing the hem of the dress and lifting it up. “How about I just fuck you in the dress, hm?” He asked demanded. I nodded, allowing Mikey to push my dress up.
Mikey practically drooled at the sight of my soaked cunt. He extended a hand, swiping his middle and ring fingers through the slick. He brought the fingers up to his mouth, greedily sucking on them, his tongue swirling the two fingers.
“God I need you badly-“ I panted, grabbing the hem of his shirt and tugging on it. Mikey helped to remove it, tossing it god knows where. He revealed his thin build, the snail trail leading down under his pants. The sight alone made my mouth water, my lips agape for him.
“Fuck, say that again baby..” he mumbled, undoing his pants. I inhaled sharply, a blush creeping onto my face as I watched him pull his pants off.
“Micheal, you have no fucking idea how bad I need you.” I demanded, meeting his eyes. Those words seemed to rush to his dick, hence the wet spot from his pre cum soaking through the thin layer of cloth his boxers provided.
He leaned forward, roughly grabbing my face with his hand, my cheeks a little squished. He planted a harsh kiss, a trail of our saliva left behind when he pulled away.
Mikey pulled down his boxers, taking them completely off. He was now bare. His thin, but long cock was fully hard and leaking from the tip.
I was about to pull him closer, but it seemed as though he got to it before I could. His larger hands grabbed my ankle, dragging me to the edge of the bed where he now stood.
“Mikey?” I gasped. I was quickly shut up with his fingers digging in my thighs, pushing them towards my chest, folding me in half. He lined up his tip with my dripping cunt, pushing in.
Mikey threw his head back, his jaw clenched while he pushed into my welcoming plushy walls. “Ugh- fuck-“ he grunted, bottoming out inside of me for a moment.
I moaned at the stretch. What he lacked in thickness, he made up for in length. His tip was poking my cervix. The real test began when he started to move.
He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, moving his hips. He thrusted hard, but slowly. I felt like I was being split in half.
“Ohmygod!” I moaned out, my hands moving to grab the sheets. My eyes fluttered shut as he began to pick up the pace, his hips slamming onto mine.
“You *thrust* and that *thrust* fucking dress-“ He grunted, the sound of skin slapping beginning to fill the room. “M-Mikey- ah-“ I moaned, his cock gliding in and out of my pussy effortlessly. Thank god for the slick from my lady boner.
“Been thinking ‘bout ruining this fuckin’ pussy all night-“ he continued, leaning in closer. He hooked the other leg over his shoulder, allowing him to hit the spot that makes me see stars.
The rough fucking was enough to steal the words from my mouth. All that came out was pathetic babbles and whimpers. I’m pretty sure everyone and their mothers knew what we were doing right now.
“Cockdrunk off my dick already?” Mikey taunted, sweat dripping from his forehead. He was panting, his pace starting to slowly falter. His tip continued to hit my g-spot, sending sparks of pleasure up my body.
“God y/n your killing my dick..” he groaned, the growing feeling of relief in his stomach growing. I felt myself clench around his dick, tears pricking the corner of my eyes.
“I’m close- god I’m so close!” I whined, looking at him with teary eyes. With a final thrust, we both went over the edge. Mikey spilled inside of me, his orgasm sending shudders through his body. His thick load nestled into my womb, the warm feeling filling my lower tummy.
I milked his cock dry, moans and incomprehensible babble spilling from my mouth. When he was sure he was done cumming, Mikey pulled out.
I whimpered at the loss of contact, feeling his seed drip from my cunt. Mikey licked his index and middle finger before sticking it inside of me, keep in his cum in.
He collapsed beside me on the bed, our chests heaving as we came down from the high. “You should wear that dress more often.” Mikey suggested, turning his head to look at me. I chuckled, agreeing.
DISCLAIMER: NSFW under the cut ⚠️dead dove do not eat ⚠️
[Tags: nsfw, dead dove, incest, !stepbro x !stepsis, pervert stepbrother, pregnancy, unprotected sex, p in v, Mikey way x reader, Mikey way]
Two Lines / Part Three / Final Part
“Y/n, let me in.” Mikey knocked- no, more banged on the door. I opened the door, sniffling. I backed up, letting him in. “Fine.” I mumbled.
He walked in, eying my condition up. He looked disheveled himself. “Y/n listen to me-“ he begged, both hands placed on my shoulders. He leaned down, eye to eye with me.
“Mikey, what are we gunna do?! We can’t just say we fucked and now I’m pregnant!” I cried. He pulled me into a hug, letting me sob on his chest.
“We… we’ll figure it out.” He reassured. He held me close. But we were soon pulled out of our little world when the door opened.
I pulled away, wiping my tears. I gave Mikey a knowing look and went to go downstairs. Mikey followed by, stopping when he got to the bottom.
I continued on towards the door where my mom and his dad were. They placed down grocery bags. I took a deep breath before speaking.
“Mom..” I mumbled, fidgeting with the pregnancy test in my hand. My mother rummaged through a grocery bag on the counter. Mikeys father continued into the next room.
“Unless it’s important, I’m busy at the moment honey.” She replied. “It’s important.” I urged. With a sigh she turned around. She studied my demeanour- really studied it.
She was about to argue before her eyes landed on the test in my hand. She tilted her head before speaking. “Y/n.” She sternly announced.
I gulped, wiping away a tear. She shook her head, stomping up to grab the test. She looked at it, seeing the two lines. “Oh for the mother of-“ she yelled.
“Who?” She asked, slamming the test down. I looked away. “I said who!” She demanded even louder. At this point, Mikeys dad had turned his head to look.
“I- I can explain mom- just-“ I was interrupted. “No, who is it.” Her voice got dangerously low. “Who’s the damn father.”
I turned around and looked at Mikey. He looked terrified. I turned back to my mom. “M- I… I don’t know.” I changed my answer. I wasn’t going to admit this, not as long as I lived.
Mikeys shoulders relaxed and he leaned against the wall out of sight. Meanwhile, I was getting my ass handed to me. The argument ended when I was told I was grounded.
I turned to walk to my room. I turned the corner to the stairs, making eye contact with Mikey. I stopped, frowning at him. I looked him up and down. He began to speak but I held up my hand.
He mouthed two words.
I’m sorry.
From then on I knew, this would have to be our little secret.
Tags: Gerard way, Gerard way x Gn reader, Gerard way x reader, mcr, my chemical romance, fluff, SFW
Gerard way who draws you in his notebook! If you ask about it/ look in the notebook he gets all flustered.
Gerard way who takes you on comic book dates. He rants about them and enjoys when you listen/ actually know what he’s talking about.
Gerard way who is awkward at first but loves you a lot. You mean a lot to him.
Gerard way who does the sidewalk rule with you.
Gerard way who always searches for you when he’s on stage.
Gerard way who holds your shopping bags.
Gerard way who enjoys late date nights watching horror movies over fancy resturants.
Gerard way who is funny af and makes you laugh all the time.
Gerard way who definitely writes loves songs for/about you. Gets the band to record it and keeps it on a mixtape. He gifts it to you or keeps it to himself.
Gerard way who talks about you in interviews.
Gerard way who is a yapper AND a listener. A man who can do both!!
Gerard way who is teased by his bandmates about his little crush over you.
Gerard way who loves going to see underground bands with you. Enjoys moshing with you as well.
Gerard way who gets flustered easily.
Gerard way who doesn’t mind having spa days. Loves getting his nails painted (preferably black or dark red) and loves painting yours! Also doesn’t mind if you do his makeup. (He would 100% do yours back if given the opportunity.)
DISCLAIMER: NSFW under the cut ⚠️dead dove do not eat ⚠️
[Tags: nsfw, dead dove, incest, !stepbro x !stepsis, pervert stepbrother, pregnancy, unprotected sex, p in v, Mikey way x reader, Mikey way]
Authors note: This one is more fluffy than smutty!
Two lines | Part Two
-Three weeks from now-
“Yes mom, I’m coming!” I shouted, rolling out of bed. I felt like someone had hit me with a brick. Was I coming down with a cold?
I groaned, sitting up. That’s when I felt it. My eyes widened and I put a hand over my mouth. I was gunna throw up and there’s no stopping it.
I leaped from bed, rushing out of my room. I headed for the upstairs bathroom. On the way there, Mikey had stepped out of his bedroom.
I pushed him out of the way as I dashed for the bathroom, slamming the door shut. I dropped to my knees in-front of the toilet, leftovers from last nights takeout making its way up.
I flushed the toilet, groaning. I then heard a knock at the door. “Is everything alright in there y/n?” Mikeys voice questioned from the other side of the door.
“Great- just great!” I yelled back. I heard the door handle turn and Mikey step in, closing the door behind him.
“You look a little green..” he bluntly stated. “Thanks, asshole.” I murmured. Mikey walked up behind me, placing a hand on my shoulder. I shrugged him off, turning to look at him.
“I think I’m pregnant.” I choked up. His face went almost as pale as mine. He was lost for words, opening his mouth and closing it.
I turned back to the toilet, closing the lid as I got up. “Go to school, I’ll buy you a test.” I heard from behind me. I turned around before I left and nodded at him in agreement. “Yeah, thanks Mikey.”
-After school-
After school I walked through the door, placing my bag down. I wasted no time in rushing upstairs to Mikeys room.
We both went to the bathroom to take the test. Mikey was outside while I took the test. I placed it on the counter and then walked outside the bathroom, shutting the door as I let the test sit.
“Hey.” I said, leaning against the door. He looked visibly nervous, and I don’t blame him. When he Mikey heard my voice he perked up.
“You took it?” He asked, pushing off the wall. “Yeah, I’m just waiting..” I responded. I swallowed hard, the wait the unbearable part.
“Whatever the result says, I’ll be there for you.. and if there’s a baby, I’ll be there for them too.” Mikey said, placing a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and smiled, nodding.
At that moment, the timer went off. I perked up, turning around and opening the door. I walked over to the counter as Mikey stood in the doorway.
I picked the test up, looking at the result.
Two lines.
I bit my lip, nodding slowly. Tears began to swell in my eyes. I turned to Mikey, placing the test down. Mikey saw the reaction and grabbed the test. His eyes widened. “..shit..” he mumbled.
“How do we explain this to my mom and your dad?” I yelled, the tears flowing down. “Y/n wait-“ he said, failing to grab my arm as I dashed by him.
I ran to my room, shutting the door and leaning against it, slowly moving to sit on the floor against the door. I was crying- no sobbing. We were so dead.
Authors note: I see an opportunity to make this a three part story, so I’ll be making a third part for this !! Sorry if this part is a little shorter, I wanted to make the reveal of the pregnancy its own part. The third part will be the last one!!
FUCKK i loved ur step bro mikey so much so i need MORE.
stepbro!mikey who ‘accidentally’ doesn’t pull out and gets you pregnant…
and maybe reaction from parents too?!
IM GROSSSS
- 🦇 mwah
HIIII I LOVE YOUR REQUESTS SO MUCH! It’s ok I’m gross too. I love this idea, and I’m going to put it into two parts because one part won’t be enough. Hope you enjoy😘
DISCLAIMER: NSFW under the cut ⚠️dead dove do not eat ⚠️
[Tags: nsfw, dead dove, incest, !stepbro x !stepsis, pervert stepbrother, pregnancy, unprotected sex, p in v, Mikey way x reader, Mikey way]
Two lines | Part One
Clothes were scattered on the floor, bodies were radiating heat, and the room smelt of sweat.
“Fuck- *pant* what if we get caught?” I panted through sloppy kisses. Mikeys hands were all over my body, roaming up and down my curves. “We won’t. Not if you keep quiet, yeah?” He murmured, undoing his belt. He was topless and sprawled out underneath me.
I unclipped my own bra, letting it drop down to reveal my perky breasts. Mikeys eyes shifted to them shamelessly. He wasted no time to lean in and connect a mouth with one of my nipples.
His tongue swirled over my hardening nipples, sending shivers down my spine. I shuddered, a hand moving to tangle in his hair.
“Please… please keep doing that..” I begged. My mom and my stepdad were downstairs watching television, so thankfully that drowned out some of the unholy noises happening upstairs.
Mikey left my breast with a ‘pop’ and leaned back so he was sitting up against the headboard of my bed. The pink cheetah print sheets were sprawled on the floor, leaving the pillows only on the bed. I slid my panties off, throwing them with my pants onto the floor.
Mikey had the same idea- as his pants also flew to the ground beside mine. “You got a condom?” I asked, running a hand through my hair to move it out of my face.
“….I don’t normally have sex.” He admitted, turning his face slightly to hide his embarrassment. I chuckled, positioning myself onto his waist. “Just try and pull out f’me, Kay?” I asked, my thumb under his jaw, turning his face so he keeps his eyes on me.
“Yeah, I can do that.” Mikey nodded. He pulled his boxers down to his ankles, his hard cock springing free. It was pink at the tip and already leaking his pre cum. Seeing Mikey like this was a sight for sore eyes. All needy and leaking for me.
He used a hand to straighten his dick for me, allowing it to line up. I hovered above his dick for a moment before lowering myself down. He entered me slowly, the stretch burning a little.
“Fuck..” I muttered, sheathing him fully inside of me. Mikey gasped, his hands moving to my waist, keeping me in place. We stayed like this for a moment, almost contemplating to continue. All of this felt so wrong but so good at the same time. “Fuck y/n, you’re killing my dick-“ he moaned, his eyes fluttering shut for a second.
“C-can I move?” He added, opening his eyes to look up at me. I nodded, my hands moving to his shoulders to keep myself steady. His hips moved, earning sounds from both of us. I began to roll my hips in time with his thrusts, making sure to take him fully.
His jaw was clenched, hands tightening on my waist. I leaned in, my breasts bouncing a little with our movements. I connected our mouths with a sloppy kiss, tongues wrapping around the other.
He began to speed up, both of us completely lost in the moment. With each second, we melted into eachother more. I pulled away, catching my breath.
‘Am I really this desperate to fuck my stepbrother?’
I thought to myself. But yes, yes I am. How could I ignore the way he placed his hand on my thigh last Friday at the family dinner? Or the way I know he’s looking at me when I bend over?
We both began to speed up, the feeling in our lower stomachs beginning to burn with pleasure. As the feelings intensified, our whimpers and moans grew louder.
“Ohmygod I’m close-“ I moaned. Mikeys thrusts began to falter, his head leaning back. His mouth was slightly agape. With a final thrust, he shuddered, spilling into me. I clenched around him, my velvety walls feeling warm and full.
My eyes narrowed at the new feeling. Before I could comprehend anything, he was pushing me off of him. “Shit! Nonono…” He mumbled, pumping his cock as the last spurts of his load dripped down.
“Mikey, what’s wrong-?” I looked down to see his cum seeping from my cunt. My eyes widened. I looked at him. “Did you just…” I began to speak before he cut me off. “You’re on the pill, right? Please tell me you’re on the pill.” He begged, moving off of the bed to grab his clothes in a hurry.
I followed off the bed to do the same, grabbing my panties. Today was a bad day to forget birth control. I swallowed hard. “Uhm yeah… I took my pill today.” I lied. Mikey nodded, pulling his shirt over his head.
When we were dressed, Mikey left the room to go do his homework, leaving me along with my thoughts.
‘What was I going to do?’
I paced my room, eyes darting around. I used this time to clean my bed up. But the thought of me pregnant, let alone with my stepbrothers kid? Sheesh.
Tags: Wolverine, p in v, smut, fingering, Logan Howlett x reader, Wolverine smut, Logan smut, Gn reader, x reader
Logan who can’t get enough of your scent in the bedroom. His head is always in the crevice of your neck. Something about your scent turns him on badly.
Logan who spreads your legs open while you sit on his lap, his thick fingers stuffed in your cunt.
Logan who leaves marks where people can see them. He loves to leave marks, and has a thing for claiming you. If he sees you trying to hide them the next morning, he gets all annoyed.
Logan who cant hide his boner even if he tries. He can’t help it- his cock is thick and long.
Logan who can smell when you’re horny. Even if you try to hide it, his enhanced sense of smell knows exactly what your body needs.
step!bro mikey way who’s just an ABSOLUTE degenerate perv.
i’m talking like stays in his room all day, door locked, blinds shut watching porn.
one day, step sis moves in. and then… he decides to make a move 😈
take this information however you want…
AHHHH OMG I LOVE YOUUUUU!! Anyways YESSSSS I love this idea ! Here you go, only the best for you 😏
DISCLAIMER: NSFW under the cut ⚠️dead dove do not eat ⚠️
!Perv Stepbrother Mikey
[Tags: nsfw, dead dove, incest, !stepbro x !stepsis, pervert stepbrother, unprotected sex, p in v, Mikey way x reader, Mikey way]
He’s disgusting. Actually, that’s an understatement. When I started living with my new stepmom and stepbrother, I never really met them much beforehand. Well, I met my new stepmom but my stepbrother never showed up for the dinners.
I was told he’s in his early 20’s and that his name is Mikey. I never thought much about him. I assumed he was just busy at work or with collage(Spoiler alert! he’s jobless and dropped out).
When I first moved in, I soon discovered how gross he actually was. It started small- like seeing him rarely when he comes up from the basement to grab food. His hair is greasy and I don’t think he actually showers.
—Fast forward to 2 weeks of living with them—
“Y/n dear, dinner is about to be ready!” My stepmom calls from the kitchen. I’m currently sat on the couch watching (insert fav tv show). “Coming!” I yelled back, getting up from the couch. I made my way to the kitchen, the scent of spaghetti hitting my nose.
“Your father will be home later tonight.” My stepmom said. I nodded and walked up beside her to look at the pasta. “Can you go tell Mikey that dinner will be ready in fifteen?” She asked, adding some stuff to the pot of boiling pasta.
“Uhm- yeah sure..” I said, turning around on my heels to make my way towards the basement. Something about being down there makes me uncomfortable. Is it the way I can sometimes hear when he’s jerking off to porn at night? Or the horrible smell coming from his bedroom? Maybe both. Definitely both.
I walk down the stairs, every third step notably creaking under my foot. When I reach the bottom I see his door. There’s light peeking from underneath it.
‘yeah he’s awake.’
I think to myself. I reach my hand for the doorknob, not exactly thinking twice to knock. “Hey, your mom says dinners going to be ready in-“ I paused midway opening the door.
Inside, was Mikey sitting on his bed- jeans undone and down to his ankles. His boxers were pulled down just enough for his cock to spring free. It was considerably big, mushroom tip and leaking pre cum.
His hand was wrapped around his length, tugging at himself furiously for release. But when I walked in, he paused, jumped back a little up his bed. I noticed he dropped a photo from his hand.
“Oh- oh my god, I’m so sorry, holy shit-“ I panicked, my eyes lingering on his slutty waist and snail trail a little too long. My face went pink.
“Do you know what knocking is?!” He shouted back. But he didn’t attempt to cover himself. He looked at the ground and saw his photo was down there. He rushes to go grab it.
But it was too late. “I said I was sorry!” I argued. But my eyes saw the photograph. My gaze shifted to it and when I saw what was on it my eyes widened. Before he could grab it I leaned down to snatch it. I turned the polaroid over. It was… me?
The photo was a picture of me in my bathing suit at the beach in the new bikini I bought at the time. Mikey groaned. “I- I didn’t mean it like that-“ he began to explain, trying to pull his pants up.
Deep down, I knew this was wrong. But the thought of him jerking off to me made my pussy throb under my thin pyjamas. “I just…” Mikey trailed off before going silent. He was flushed and noticeably embarrassed about it.
I looked at him with a new expression. Not anger, surprisingly, but need. “Mikey it’s… it’s fine..” I said, looking up and down at him. I noticed his cock still free and leaking. It was red, and pretty.
I placed the Polaroid down on the table beside his bed. I paused at the door before turning around, my hand on the handle. “I can explain y/n.” He said, his eyes looking up at me. Something inside me flipped. I know this is bad, really bad. I should slap him and run, but something else is stronger.
Without thinking, my body moves before I do. My hand shuts the door and I lean my back against the door. “Dinners in fifteen y’know.” I said, shrugging.
Mikey looked surprised, the blood rushing back to his dick. His eyes widened and he stuttered on his words a bit.
“Who would have known you jerked off to me, hm?” I said, walking closer to him, my hand moving to trail down his chest. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, me between his legs. His hands went to my waist, gently toying with the band.
“This is wrong..” he gulped, his cock twitching with every movement. “I wasn’t the one jerking off to my step sibling?” I said, moving closer. He began to back up on the bed, allowing me to move up.
“..Fair enough.” He mumbled. His hand went back to his cock, jerking it slowly. I started to strip, wasting no time to throw my shorts to the side. “Gotta be quick though, baby.” I said, leaning in to plant a kiss to his lips.
He smelt bad. Like really bad. But for some reason, him being a sore and gross loser made my pussy soaked. He nodded frantically, spreading his legs a little. I climbed on him, lining myself with his tip.
The wrappers of his previous snacks crunched beneath us as we moved on his bed. “Oh- fuck- I’m not going to last long, I was kind of building up to it already-“ he gasped, his eyes fluttering shut.
“That’s okay, just relax.” I reassured, kissing his jaw as I lowered myself onto him. I let out a moan. God, the stretch was amazing. But we couldn’t wait, we had about ten minutes now.
I began to move, his hands on my waist moving my hips. He bucked his hips up, hitting my cervix with each thrust. I placed a hand over my mouth to cover the obscene sounds I was making. Holy shit, who knew my stepbrother fucked this good?
“M-Mikey..” I moaned through my hand. He was gasping and whimpering with each roll of my hips. I sped up my pace, the bed creaking beneath us, both Mikey and I not caring anymore.
I clenched around him when he hit a particularly sensitive spot. “Fuck, oh shit, y/n-“ he frantically whined. Before I knew it, he used his strength to grab my hips and flip me over. I moaned as he slipped back in, his hands now digging in my thighs.
He sped up, folding me in half. I grabbed onto the sheets, my eyes rolling back as he repeatedly hit that sweet spot inside of me. Before we knew it, I felt the familiar warmth in my lower stomach. With each thrust sent me further to the edge.
Eventually, I creamed around him, whining his name as I milked his cock. Not long after me, he followed suit, spilling his load inside my womb.
“Shit, we have dinner in a few!” I noted. He sat up and we dashed for our previously discarded clothing. We both made a mental note that day to keep this a secret.
I love Jean, she’s my favourite xmen ever 🙏 mostly gender neutral reader but some wlw implied. These headcanons are !comic Jean btw💕
!Girlfriend Jean Grey who would enjoy calmer dates like picnics and baking together to music.
!Girlfriend Jean Grey who hugs you from behind after a long day. She uses this time to recharge if she’s stressed from teaching/from a long mission.
!Girlfriend Jean Grey who doesn’t read your mind without your consent.
!Girlfriend Jean Grey who even without reading your mind, still picks up on your emotions through body language and expressions. She’s so attentive when it comes to you.
!Girlfriend Jean Grey who ADORES doing your makeup for fun/loves when you do hers back.
!Girlfriend Jean Grey who’s still insecure about the Phoenix deep down. She’s scared to hurt you, even if she appears to be calm and collected on the outside.
!Girlfriend Jean Grey who takes care of you when you’re sick. Makes soup, tucks you in and still kissed your forehead knowing she’ll get sick as well.
!Girlfriend Jean Grey who radiates motherly vibes. (She’s good with kids too.)
