hi! my name is sy.. but u can call me whatever u want idm.. uhmm.. pervs r welcome ofc, (be respectful..) u can talk about/request whatever! i don't judge.. mostly
DMS R OPEN!! -
pls be nice 'n patient with me.. i'm new. i also really enjoy when ppl call me puppy, so that's always welcome if ur a freak ⇀‸↼‶
every1 b nice 2 eachother! okay? no..? okay..
i write fics (obviously), mostly bandom shit.. basically just mcr. lmao. but if any1 has any ideas i can write, that'd b appreciated! i'm open to critizism.. again i'm new, and learning..
stuff i won't write about..!
scat, rape/sa, vomit (srry).., waycest/anyincest, BIG age gaps, anything involving ACTUAL animals in inappropriatesituations
summary; Gerard's a weird pervert who likes to jack off while watching you through your window! and you like it! yay.
don't ask me abt the logistics of the basement window n the bedroom window. it's smut, u shldnt care
words: 892
tags; fingering, exhibitionism(?), mutual masturbation, voyeurism, whining, no talking...
this is gender neutral.. which was kinda hard, but i'm trying. GIVE TIPS. PLS. NSFW BELOW! :]
Gerard was a weirdo, like.. An actual freak. You didn’t know that though. To you, he was just the sweaty, shy next door neighbor who dwelled in his parents basement. You didn’t know he was an absolute pervert, you didn’t know that he got off at the thought of you absolutely wrecking him, you didn’t know about the browser history, the mags, or anything about him at all, really.
And you assumed he didn’t know anything about you (which, technically he doesn’t.).. Up until a few weeks ago, you noticed him in his window, the one that pointed right to your bedroom window? Yeah. His pants were pulled down, cock in his hand, face flushed. You looked away quickly, feeling sick. But you also.. Didn’t close the curtain. You pretend you didn’t see,
you pretend that it didn’t happen.
You let this go on for the next few weeks, leaving the curtain open, undressing in front of it, basically giving him a show, with the idea of you being unaware. He was embarrassed about it, you know that. You’re out getting your mail early in the morning, thin pajama pants low on your hips, small tanktop, the waistband of your underwear showing.. Just a sliver. You spot him,
“oh. hey, Gerard!" you say, holding back a smile. His face turns red almost immediately. He pauses in the driveway, waving awkwardly. “H-hi..’ he blinks fast, turning around and heading back inside. You just shrug, unbothered, and turn back to checking your mail. It’s nothing interesting.. Bills, ads, a magazine. Gerard watches from the window, and you just.. Know. So you ‘accidentally’ drop one of the envelopes, bending over to pick it back up.. Slowly.. Teasing. Gerard squeaks, closing the curtain like it just shocked him. You smirk, closing the mailbox and heading back inside.
Later that night, you come home late from work, kicking off your shoes with a soft groan and feeding your cat. You head back into your room, closing the door behind you. You walk next to the bed, stripping off your pants, slowly. Teasing.. until you’re standing just in your underwear and your t-shirt and settle onto the bed, legs curled. You glance at the window, checking before you grip your laptop, pulling up a website, finding some cheap porn you don’t actually care about. It doesn’t do much for you, but knowing that Gerard could be watching, could be getting off just from the sight of you does,
You subtly grind your hips against the bed, biting at your lip. You glance quickly at the window again, checking. He’s there, curtain wide open. You shift so your legs are more into his view, lifting your hips as you slide your underwear down to your lower thighs. Gerard practically chokes, cock already stirring in his pants. God, is he desperate. You keep your eyes on the screen, sliding your fingers along your inner thigh. You don’t touch yourself immediately, never. You tease, you want to make him wait, even if he isn’t right next to you. You slide your fingers lower, tracing your hole. Gerard pants are already down, hand tight around his cock, thumb circling his leaking tip. You lift your hips again, just a little as you slide two fingers slowly, carefully into your hole..
You moan softly and Gerard whimpers, stroking his flushed dick as he watches you with absolute fascination, mouth parted so wide he’s practically drooling. You curl your fingers, slowly and deliberately and lean your head back, spreading your legs and shifting just enough that you're exposed to his view. He whines to himself, stroking himself faster, and faster. He’s gripping his cock so hard it’s almost red. You push your fingers deeper, curling at that deep spot inside you and you groan, grinding your hips. Gerard presses closer against his window, panting, his breath fogging up the window, hiding his face, but he’s staring straight at you as his cocks leaks more pre. His hips buck as you fuck your own fingers, curling them faster with another soft groan, your movements causing the bed to creak loud enough that he can hear through the window. He presses his head against the window, he is literally drooling now and when you glance at him, just for a second his face gets even redder if possible, he licks his lips, practically wheezing now. He’s gonna cum, oh god he’s gonna cum..
You rock your hips as you bite your lip, you feel yourself getting closer at the sight of him getting closer at the sight of you. He whines so loudly that the whole neighborhood probably can hear. He jerks his hand faster, humping into his hand until he spurts, right onto the window, his hot, white, sticky cum drips onto the window. It’s not much, you didn’t expect it to be. But even that makes you groan, you pump your fingers faster.. faster. Your mouth parts, head thrown back with a moan as you cum, thighs shaking slightly, it drips down onto the bedsheets. You retract your fingers, still grinding out your orgasm. You look at Gerard as you suck your fingers clean, moaning softly. He whines. You close the curtain finally. Satisfied, you clean yourself up and get ready for bed as Gerard stands there, whimpering softly against the window.. He’s absolutely obsessed.
The room is dark, you blink slowly, your body feeling weirdly sore. Frank’s heavy weight pinning you down, arm wrapped loosely around your waist.
You stare at his bare chest, running a finger over it and he makes a small, sleepy noise.
You look up at his face, he looks.. Almost peaceful, for once. You wiggle against him, shifting to get closer, seeking warmth as you study his face, his parted lips, his long lashes.. god.
You tuck your face back against his chest, rubbing your head against him like a cat as you shift your legs against his until you’re basically straddling his thigh, his leg moves unconsciously between yours,
‘mph..’ you make a small noise as he practically traps you in his sleep. You slowly start to move your hips against his, rubbing yourself against his thick thigh without even fully realizing. You make sleepy, small circles and are whimpering softly, parting your mouth against his chest.
He makes a small grunt, stirring slightly but not waking, and you look down between your bodies. Your cheeks flush with embarrassment as you realize you’re humping his thigh subconsciously like a dog in heat.
You don’t stop though, oh no, you keep going, grinding your already aching pussy against his clothed leg. You know you could get caught, but that thought only makes you more wet. You close your eyes again, making tiny, needy noises ‘ngh..’’
Frank’s eyes flutter open, feeling you moving against his leg and hearing the small whines against his chest. He looks down at you, “wha’ you doing?..”
You freeze, caught. You don’t look up at him, slowing your movements. He blinks down at you and pauses for a long moment before he lets out a huff,
‘You fuckin’ humping me in your sleep?” He brings a hand to your inner thigh, stopping you fully.
You whimper, embarrassed, but still soaked. He exhales slowly, realizing you’ve literally been humping him while he slept for.. How long? “I-” you stammer, trying to explain. He brings his other hand to your hair, tugging enough for him to see your face as his other hand strokes your thigh slowly with his thumb, making your legs tremble slightly. ‘’How long you been doin’ that, pup?” You blink, “Hmm?” He asks, though he probably already knows, he can feel your warmth through your thin pajamas. “You’re soaked.”
You don’t say anything, you can’t, it’ll only make it worse. His thumb slides higher up your inner thigh, spreading your leg. You’re fucking dripping, without even any direct touch. You finally look him in the eye, your eyes wet and your cheeks flushed from the embarrassment and stimulation. He pets your hair and you lean into it immediately despite yourself. “You’re so needy” He says, pulling you closer against his thigh, though it’s not enough. “You know what?”
“What?”
‘I think pup needs help..” He tucks his fingers into the waistbands of your thin pants, pulling them down just enough to see your absolutely soaked underwear. It’s clinging to you, a damp spot already showing. He holds back a groan, smiling “Look at this, so messy”. You hide immediately back into his chest and he laughs, tugging your pants lower and you whine, causing him to press his thumb directly against your swollen clit through your underwear, rubbing slow, tortuous circles.. “oh..” you whimper, face scrunching up against his chest
“You realize how fucking embarrasing this is, right?” His thumb continues, pressing firmly making you gasp “You made a mess all over my thigh”. You can’t even respond, just whimpering. Looking absolutely pathetic. “That’s a yes?” He pulls your pants down fully, tossing them off your legs “Messy puppy..” You stayed tucked into his chest and his eyes linger over your soaked underwear, they’re practically transparent.
He groans at your sounds, pulling your underwear down slowly, “Don’t hide, I’ll clean you up, then we can go back to sleep, okay?” .. “O-okay”, you manage (weakly) as you lift your hips so he can fully pull them down. Your face is burning, heart pounding and he grips your hips, keeping them elevated as he shifts on the bed and ducks his head between your spread legs and licks flattens his tongue, licking slowly against your dripping cunt. You cry out, twist to hide your face against the sheets. He sucks gently at your clit and you moan again, swallowing hard. His tongue works slowly, thoroughly, gathering your slick and pressing his tongue flat against your clit, savoring you like you’re a treat. You grip his hair, not to pull but to hold on, “You’re so fucking cute, y’know that?’ “Soaked little puppy..” He smacks your pussy softly and you whine, the wet sound loud in the room.
‘hnghh..” He smirks, looking up at you between your spread legs, he smacks you again, a little harder this time, watching your hole clench around nothing and you yelp, thighs trembling. “Aw, did you like that, pup?” You cover your face and he laughs, “I said don’t hide,” He says firmly “My puppy loves being spanked” He ducks down again, pressing a soft kiss on your clit as he slaps you gently again, his fingers now working inside your pussy, pumping slowly. “F-frankie.. Please-’ you whine, pressing against him, “Yeah? You like when I spank your pretty little cunt?”
You whine again, nodding quickly. He curls his fingers hard inside you, rewarding you and you cry out again, grinding down onto his fingers. He starts to suck at your clit again, tongue swirling. You keep whimpering, fucking yourself onto his fingers and he grins against you, working his fingers faster, faster. You grip at his hair hard and groan, sucking more firmly. You moan whiny, grinding against his tongue. You almost cry at the stimulation, letting out a long breath. He pumps his fingers harder inside you, hitting that spot and you practically yelp, leaning your head back.
“There it is,” He mumbles against you, lapping harshly at your swollen clit as his fingers keep curling against that spot, you part your mouth drooling. Your moans get whinier, your breathing gets more ragged. “C’mon…’ He sucks harder at your clit and you buck your hips against his face, your pussy gushes as you cum hard, soaking his mouth. He pulls back slowly, fingers still pumping before pulling out slowly. You sigh heavily, almost groaning and he climbs over you, sucking off his fingers and wiping his mouth before kissing you gently, pushing a strand of hair out of you face, he lays back down next to you, and you curl against him immediately, shaking. He strokes your hair gently, “You did so good for me, puppy”.
