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My new writing blog is @redst4rdust you guys, this one will be just for reposts!
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I know I've written about Frank being your tattoo artist but could you all just imagine with me for just a moment about you giving Frank a tattoo instead?
Wow, I Can Get Sexual Too
Basement!Gerard/reader
Inspired by Wow, I Can Get Sexual Too by Say Anything. Sweet, desperate phone sex >:)
I'm trying to be more active on here so please send asks!!! I might make a part 2 to this if anyone is interested :)
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I awoke with a start, groping blindly at my bedsheets as I tried to locate my phone. The tinny polyphonic ringtone chimed loudly, bouncing off the walls of my childhood bedroom. Groggily, I found the source of the unpleasant noise and made a mental note to change my ringtone from the obnoxious default sound that was currently reverberating around me. I flipped the screen open and held my phone to my ear.
"Hello?" I mumbled into the receiver, my voice still low and relaxed from sleep.
"Ah shit, did I wake you up?" the voice on the other end answered. I could picture the face of my caller, his nose scrunched in concern behind the inky black curtain of his unwashed hair. I didn't need to check the caller ID to know who was on the other side of the line.
"Yeah, Gee." I answered, trying to mask my annoyance. "It's like, 2 AM here."
"Yeah it's pretty late here, too." He replied awkwardly, I could hear his uneven breathing through the phone.
"I know that dumb ass," I shot back. "We're practically still in the same time zone." At this point, I'm sure the aggravation had seeped into my voice. Gerard knew that I was home visiting my family and would be back in New York in less than a week. He knew that my hometown was one hour behind EDT, he also knew that I didn't appreciate my sleep being disturbed.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry, just go back to sleep." He surrendered, trying to diffuse the bomb he had accidentally set off.
"No, I'm awake now." I spoke flatly. "This better be good, why'd you call me?"
The other line went quiet for a beat before he spoke next. "Because I miss you."
I paused, that certainly wasn't the answer I had expected. "Oh," was all I could think to say.
"Not in like a weird way," he continued nervously, "Just like, we usually spend Friday nights together and now it's Friday night and you're not here and..." His voice trailed off at the end of his sentence, unsure of how he should conclude the thought.
"No, yeah. I get it." I assured him. "I miss you too. It's boring as fuck here."
He breathed out a small, relieved laugh at my agreeance. "It's boring here, too. I tried to get Mikey to go to the movies with me tonight but he flaked on me last second," Gerard huffed.
"He's too cool for you now, you know that." I said sarcastically. As Gerard got further into his studies at art school and subsequently further from home, Mikey had taken it upon himself to routinely decline his brother's invitations to hang out, more often than not telling him to hang out with his new artsy friends instead.
I could practically hear Gerard's eyes rolling on the other side of the phone. "Yeah, right." He scoffed. "That fucker still watches Disney movies to fall asleep. He's not too cool for anything."
I laughed brightly at that, my irritation at being woken up fading away with every passing second on the phone. Truthfully, I did miss Gerard. Recently, we hadn't been as in touch as we usually were, especially not since the incident. "You have a point there," I chuckled. "Too bad I'm away right now, I would've gone to the movies with you."
I heard Gerard adjusting his grip on the phone in response to that statement. "Well, there's always next week," he said hopefully.
"Yeah, it's a date," I replied with a yawn, stretching out on my bed. The line went silent again, I waited a moment for him to speak before opening my mouth again. "Gerard? You still there?" I asked.
"Yeah, yeah I'm here." He answered quickly. "Sorry, just thinking."
"About what?" I asked incredulously, confused by his sudden shift in demeanor.
"Nothing, it's stupid. It doesn't matter." He shot down my question dismissively, obviously wanting to change the subject. But I wasn't ready to let it go yet.
"No, seriously. Tell me what's on your mind." I asserted, throwing the sheets to the side of the bed and sitting up to lean against my headboard.
"Fuck, I don't even know how to say this." He muttered nervously. I waited patiently for him to gather his thoughts. He took in a deep breath before he spoke again. "I guess... earlier when you said it's a date about going to the movies, I know you didn't mean anything by it but it just made me think about what happened the other week and well... I guess I was just wondering where you stood on all that."
I sighed deeply as his anxious ramble came to an end. I knew exactly which night he was referring to. Even though I knew it was going to come up eventually, I had hoped that if I just ignored it enough, it might go away.
Two Fridays ago, we had been hanging out like normal. Gerard, Frank, Ray, Mikey, and I were all stoned and sprawled across our designated hangout zone, which happened to be Gerard's basement. Frank and Ray were engrossed in some deep conversation on the couch while Mikey sat cross legged on the floor, staring at the poster-covered wall in front of him and spacing out. Gerard and I laid on the bed, his legs dangled off the side to make room for me to stretch out on the mattress. My body was taking up an obnoxious amount of space and, ever the gentleman, Gerard did not protest my intrusion.
He tried his best to not get too close to me, actively making himself smaller as I rambled on about what a horrible week it had been. Despite the physical distance between us, I felt the warmth of his gaze as I continued to rant, my face grew warmer not from the anger of my tirade, but from the intensity of his eyes on me. As my story came to a close, I sat expectantly awaiting Gerard's response. But he stayed silent, his eyes were red and hazy from the weed and remained unwaveringly trained on my face. The world kept moving around us as we stayed there, looking at one another wordlessly.
Abruptly, Mikey shot up and announced to the room that he was going to bed and retreated upstairs. Frank and Ray agreed that they were ready to get going, their highs were both long gone. They cast sideways glances our way as they too opened the bedroom door and disappeared behind it.
"What are you thinking about?" I asked quietly, my voice hardly above a whisper even though it was now just the two of us in the room.
"You," Gerard answered, equally quiet. "What are you thinking about?" he asked in return.
"You," I whispered back.
The whole time we were on the bed, we had been moving like glaciers, so slowly that I hadn't noticed the distance between our bodies growing incrementally smaller. Now, we both laid on our sides facing each other, our eyes still glued to one another. Time slowed as he draped his arm lazily around my waist. It stopped altogether when I brought my hand up to caress his face. My fingers traced his features with earnest, trying to map out every pore and freckle so as to one day have him committed to memory.
The kiss was inevitable. It came gradually, and then all at once, our lips brushing softly for a millisecond before fully connecting. We fell into a lazy rhythm, his hand grounding me on my hip and my hand grounding him on his cheek. It was nice, there was no rush or fervor, we kissed like we had all the time in the world. We were the center of our own universe, nothing else existed.
As gradually as it started, it came to an end, each of us slowly pulling away and assuming the same staring contest from before. We didn't speak about it. I fell asleep on his chest. I woke up before him that Saturday morning, he slept peacefully beneath me. I slipped away without waking him. We still haven't spoken about it.
My mouth went dry as I tried and failed to find the words to describe what that night had meant to me. "Fuck, Gee. I don't even know what to say," I admitted lamely. The air on the phone was tense as I continued, "Like I'd be lying if I said it didn't mean anything to me, but the thing is, I guess I don't know what it meant." My confession hung between us, I rocked anxiously on my bed. "Please say something," I whispered desperately after a minute had passed.
"Can I tell you what it meant to me?" His voice was quiet on the other end.
"Please," I urged him to continue.
"It confirmed what I already knew," he started, working up the confidence to continue. "I can't be your friend. I'll always want more than that."
My heart skipped a beat in my chest, my voice stayed low and quiet when I responded. "What do you want, Gee?"
His voice morphed into a version I had never heard before, husky and desperate as he spoke. "I want you in any capacity you'll have me."
I inhaled sharply at his confession, feeling it shoot straight through me and remain lingering between my thighs. "Were you hard when I kissed you?" I asked, lying back down on my bed and sliding my hand down to toy with the waistband of my pajamas.
"Yes," he answered without hesitation. "Painfully hard." "Are you hard right now?" I let my hand slip lower.
"Yes," he repeated before turning the question on me. "Are you wet right now?"
"Soaked." I answered matter of factly. "What are you gonna do about it?"
He let out a low groan in response, I could hear the muffled sound of fabric rustling on the other line. "Fuck, why are you so fucking far away right now?" he whined.
"Poor baby," I cooed. "What's all that noise I'm hearing over there? You jerking off to me?" I asked playfully as if I didn't also have my hand in my pants.
"God, yeah. I can't help it," his voice was turning increasingly breathy and strained as he desperately fucked into his hand. "You're so fucking perfect, my cock was already throbbing when I picked up the phone."
My fingers sped up on my clit and I closed my eyes tight, trying to picture the scene unfolding on the other end of the call. "You're such a perv, calling me just to get off to my voice. Have you done that before?"
He whimpered pitifully when he spoke, "Only once."
"Oh my god," I moaned out, unable to conceal how incredibly turned on his confession made me. "When?"
"Like a month ago when you called me when you were sick. You were complaining about how you had puked earlier and your voice was so sniffly and pathetic, it just made me want to come over and fuck the sickness out of you." He admitted, his voice waning in embarrassment towards the end of his sentence.
"You're such a freak," I groaned, clutching my phone tightly as I played with my increasingly sensitive clit.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry," he choked out, his breath becoming uneven.
"You like it when I degrade you?" my thighs clamped together involuntarily as I spoke, putting even more pressure on the sensitivity between my legs.
"Yes, fuck. I'm getting so close," his voice was strained as he continued, "I've imagined this so many times, you have no idea. Thinking about you is the only thing that makes me cum now."
"God, you're insane. I'm so fucking close," I whined, my composure completely unravelling as my hips bucked into my own touch.
"I wish I could see you right now, bet you look so fucking gorgeous," He grunted huskily.
With that, I was sent over the edge and came hard, whimpering noisily into the phone. Not long after, I heard Gerard reach his limit too, spilling into his hand with a long string of curses.
I laid still in bed, my grip on my phone loosening as I tried to catch my breath and make sense of what had just occurred. On the other line, it sounded like Gerard was doing the same thing. I felt paralyzed with both excitement and fear at the realization that nothing could ever be the same between Gerard and I now. We had crossed a line that was impossible to ignore.
I was so lost in thought that I jumped when I heard his voice again. "So, about that date," he said playfully, I could hear the smile in his voice.
I laughed at the absurdity of this whole situation when I replied, "What about it?"
"Can I take you out on a date? Like a real one?" he asked earnestly.
"Yes, I'd love that." I answered as a blushing smile spread over my face.
"Ok then," he said definitively. "Then it's a date."
asking Gerard if he prefers ass or tits
I think tits, I don’t remember where I saw it but one of the magazines Gerard read when he was younger was this notorious large boob one.
But they’re also a fondler, like when you ride him they LOVEEE to play with your tits (or just nipples). Like after a long/bad day they’d definitely unwind sucking and licking at your chest.
This makes me wanna do an nsfw alphabet for Gerard…
Reader x Clicker Trained Frank Iero (pt 1?)
You find a clicker on the kitchen counter by accident, you don’t remember seeing it there before or ever. Frank’s morning coffee sitting beside it, still warm while he’s in the shower.
You fidget with the clicker, pressing the button once. It makes a sharp, loud click. You don’t expect anything. Frank is a lot of things, but obedient definitely isn’t one of them, at least in your experience.
The bathroom door opens, steam pouring out. He walks casually into the kitchen wearing a towel around his hips and one smaller on his shoulder, his hair damp and spiking. He smells like soap and some deep wood smell that always drives you crazy. He’s mid gesture, rubbing his head with the towel, when you press the clicker again, this time on purpose. He freezes.
It’s so immediate it feels like a bit. His shoulders and jaw tighten suddenly, attention folding onto you in a way that looks almost reverent. His eyes find the clicker, and there’s this soft, eager waiting in them, like a dog expecting a treat. The towel slips out his hand and he gives you a small vulnerable blink you’ve never seen directed at you.
“Frank?” Your voice goes small.
He blinks, snapping himself out of whatever reaction he seemed to be having, and a grin spreads across his face, sheepish but with that usual confidence he always has in it. “Don’t laugh,” he says, but he’s smiling so hard you can see it in the way his eyes crinkle.
“I won’t laugh,” you promise, because you aren’t going to let him feel embarrassed.
He pauses before continuing. “Promise you won’t tell anyone?” he asks, only half joking.
You shake your head, a warmth rising in your chest. You set the clicker down slowly on the counter.
“Okay,” He steps closer, and the room shrinks to just the two of you. “So… yeah. I-” He shoves his hand in his hair awkwardly. “Back when everything was… messy, therapy and stuff, my therapist at the time, she suggested it. Called it obedience training. Felt stupid at first, but it helped. I could get through shows without spiraling... The clicker’s just… I don't know.”
You put your hand over his, fingers threading around tatted knuckles before sneaking the clicker in your other hand and pressing again, softly.
His shoulders relax and he lifts your hands that are still locked together and leans his face into it. “Good boy,” you murmur, and both of you freeze at the intimacy of it all. he blushes, a bit with shame but also slight arousal.
You laugh slightly, because it’s ridiculous but also kind of hot. “Really,” you say, and click again. “Good boy.” He beams in response like you’ve given him the highest praise in the world.
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Later, curled on the couch with an old horror movie in the background, you find the clicker again. This time you hold it between you and click lightly as you scratch behind his ear, exactly where he leans into your hand.
he tenses for a moment, “You’re ridiculous,” he murmurs, but his voice and gentle blush gives him away.
“I love you too.” you respond, and press the button once more, just because you can. He melts immediately, eyes going slightly hazey and wanting more.
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Apologize
Description: 1984, you work for the band and you can’t stand anymore their stupid dialogues about girls, till they bring your name to the conversation and as always James exaggerates with his ways, but he doesn’t know who he is playing with…
warnings: smut, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, dom reader.
I couldn’t take it anymore, hearing them, hearing him! talking about groupies, easy girls, sex, alcohol. I love my job, but I can’t stand this guy. “Yesterday’s night chick, was one of the best I had in bed… stupid girl of course, but they give the best fucks ever” James says sipping his beer “Big boobs and stupid girls are the easiest man!” Lars says “I honestly can’t imagine myself having a situation with a normal one, seriously” The blonde continues while he keeps laughing “Cause she would be smarter then you maybe?” Cliff’s cocky tone interrupts the singer’s laugh “Only cause they wouldn’t be funny enough to turn me on ya know? they would talk and talk and talk, and I would make her shut immediately” James says again making the band laugh. I roll my eyes hearing his words while I was tuning their instruments before the tonight’s gig, we’ve been on the bus for at least ten hours now and I would have loved to throw his guitar on his face. Then again, a whisper this time, caught my attention “And what about her? the instruments girl?” Kirk was speaking “She is beautiful! she would never do that!” do what?! “She would probably act like a nun” James says again trying to keep his voice quiet “I bet she gives better blowjobs then those sluts” Lars laughs “Yeah, blowjob lips, look at her… “ the singer says again making me even more angry. He thinks that I can’t even hear his stupid drunk voice. I stand up quickly slamming his guitar on the floor putting it back at its place, the sound was so loud that the band and the crew jumped immediately “Your instruments are tuned.” They all nod without saying a word and only looking at each other’s faces. I move closer to their table “You wanna ask me something else? you wanna ask me for a blowjob maybe? if I am good in bed? Uh?” Nobody answers “I work for you and I love my job, but this doesn’t give you the right to talk to me or talk about me like that! again, I work for you and nothing else, so stay at your place! understand?” My eyes fell on James’ who moved his sight to his hands, clearly embarrassed, the alpha man was gone. The band nods, they all look at me, but not him. “Good” and with that I went back to my cabin, finally relaxing before the show.
The concert finished, they’ve been amazing as always and right after we were already back on the road to the next city. I was trying to sleep when a knock caught my attention. I lazily got up opening the door revealing the tall blonde guitarist, still in his concert clothes, standing there. I raise my eyebrows surprised “You need something?” I asked him seeing that he didn’t say a word “Uhm no, actually”
“Then why you here? The guitar wasn’t tuned enough?”
“No it was perfect!”
“And so?” he took a deep breath “I wanted to say sorry to you, for what I said today Y/N…” I was surprised, he seemed like he didn’t even drink tonight, he looked sober enough to say a phrase with a normal tone “You are excused” he nodded “I don’t think you are like the other girls, and I love the job that you always do for us, and I now that it may be difficult also cause you are the only girl in the crew, and I felt bad for being so disrespectful… I respect your person Y/N, I’m sorry, again…” He seemed sincere, I could tell that he felt really bad, knowing him I know that if it wasn’t real he would have never come here and say these things “It’s okay James, don’t worry, now go to sleep” I was closing the door when I hear his voice again “Y/N! Just to let you know… I go with those girls just because I want something of one night not because I like them or other stuff… I would choose a girl like you if I’d be for real” I was too curious to let him go now. Finally his playboy mask fell “Come here…” he froze for a second looking around before getting in my cabin. “What did you say today? that I’m a nun or something?” I say getting closer to him “I already said that I’m sorry Y/N”
“You didn’t answer me”
“Yeah… I said that you are probably a nun”
“I bet those groupies ain’t right?”
“The fuck you are talking about now?” he tried to walk back to the door before I push him to sit on my bed “I asked you something James… now be a good boy and answer me” he swallowed hard looking at me “Yes, they are good… but nothing more”
“Mh mh” my hands found his shoulders, he looks up at me, sparkles in his eyes “Y/N, what are you doing-“
“Sh! I wanna do something… something that you may like more from me than those groupies” I get on my knees staying between his legs reaching his pants with my fingers unbuttoning them. His dick already hard, was visible through his boxers, so easy. I grab it, feeling the thin fabric over his throbbing member, while I lean over to kiss his lips. My hand moving on his crotch while some gasps escape his lips making me feel his warm breath on my skin “God Y/N… you are insane… I want you” the words left his mouth with the heaviest breaths “Say it again” he smiles “I want you now Y/N… please”
“Good…” My lips leave his, while my hands remove his boxers freeing his swollen cock, I lean towards it, finally filling my mouth with his size. The moment my warmth enveloped him, James’ body stiffened. His fingers digging in my hair but without pushing my head, he just grabbed it to hold on something, his head fell to the back whimpering; his usual cocky and cold attitude left his body. At each movement of my lips on his length, at every friction of my tongue all over his veiny skin made him even more weak. “Fuck! Y/N you are crazy”
“Shut up! you want us to wake up the others?” he shook his head looking down at me. I sloppy suck one last time his dick, now with the perfect hardness. I stood up removing my shorts and thongs and then reaching for him again, pushing James down making his body lay completely on the bed. I climb on him making our intimacy touch “Wait I don’t have a condom-“ my hand shuts immediately his mouth, before I grab his cock again sliding it inside my pussy, in that moment I realized how big and and long James actually is inside of me, feeling a pleasant pain for a few seconds too. My hips start to move, making the small bed squeal a little bit. James’ big hands find my waist and then my ass, squeezing and opening my cheeks at every movement helping me jump a little bit on his cock. “You are so beautiful, I’ve been so-“ he moans again tightening his grip around my skin “What have you been James? come on, say it”
He whispers a Fuck closing his eyes before answering “I’ve been so stupid” I smile at him before speed up again “I want you to cum; it’s a different way to apologize” He opens his eyes not believing what I was asking him “What? you- you want to cum inside you?” I nod “Are you sure?”
I nod again, moaning, feeling his cock starting to pulsate inside of me. I lean closer to him, putting my hands on his shoulders holding me to have better final movements, “Oh fuck Y/N, I can’t take it anymore, I’m sorry-“ I grab his face “Shh James! Don’t be sorry now! I want you to cum!” my fingers slip in his mouth feeling his warm and wet moans on me before he finally releases his hot seed, hitting every inch of my used walls; his fingers still gripping my ass lifting it up making the cum fall out. “Jesus Y/N… You’ve been amazing…” He tried to grab my head pulling me even more down to kiss him, but I pulled back, making his dick slips out of my cunt which is still dripping of James’ load, and I walk to the little bathroom. He stood up with a confused face, trying to look what I was doing “Did I do something wrong?” he asks with a sad and disappointed tone “No… why?” I ask him from in front of the sink. He stood up from the bed collecting his pants and boxers dressing up again and reaching for me, positioning right behind my back. “Because you are acting… strange. I mean, you just fucked the shit outta me and now you are acting like you don’t even care…” I look at him through the mirror “What did you expect James?” his cheeks blushed immediately “I-I don’t know, I just wanted to stay with you a little bit longer, I guess…” I turn, facing him, his sight was looking at his feet. I turn his face towards mine “Go to sleep, you have a show tomorrow, we’ll talk about this” my words made him sigh heavily, before heading towards the door and looking at me one last time “Good night Y/N…” I wave at him smiling before he disappeared in the bus hallway. Got him.
dividers’ credits: @suupersonic
hope u enjoyed!!
-mel
Too Fast - George W. x Wife!Reader
A/N: I'm a strong sub!George believer, okay???? LIKE THIS MAN CRIES AND WHIMPERS. Anyways, here's filthy, self indulgent smut I'd like to share with you beautiful freaks.
Warning(s): SMUT, porn w no plot, overstimulation (m receiving), orgasm denial (m receiving), p in v, bondage (tying hands), light degradation?? george calls reader mommy like once, sub!george, dom!reader
Word count: 1.7K
Dividers by @angeliicide !!
Four days.
For four days, George had been ducking you left and right.
Late nights at the shop, early mornings in his office; it didn’t take a genius to figure out why.
Four days ago, after the shop closed, you and George moved to the shop’s back storage room. You’d barely gotten any time for each other, barely even, well, touched eachother. Not since the shop opened a couple months ago. Saying you were pent up was a wild understatement.
He’s nothing if not consistent….😆😆😆
MCR x Reader
Kinktober day 2 = Coming untouched - ft. Gerard, Frank, Ray, Mikey x fem. reader
Tour bus era (what tour is up to you) → reader is flicking it (not very lowkey unfortunately) and is heard by the guys (how embarrassing). They can’t seem to ignore it and take matters into their own hands (though not rlly hands bc they don’t wanna be heard, UNLIKE SOME PEOPLE, they take advantage of their resources though.)
3.7K words - watched Criminal Minds season 5 episode 9 while writing this. Very sad.
Nobody ever talks about the lack of privacy when living on a bus. The issue, recognized by everyone–but never commented on, lingered in the air whenever it was obvious somebody needed or wanted privacy.
There were days when you’d come back from a show, all huddled together from having a good time, and stinking of sweat, smoke, and whatever fried goods were purchased for lunch.
Ray made a comment during your first road trip with them about your luck, as this tour bus was equipped with a decent bathroom and shower.
You supposed that much you were grateful for. You’d heard enough of past stories of when they were just starting out to infer just how much they reeked pre- and post-show. They never failed to mention how the entire first show-van sort of maintained that rankness throughout the years.
They made jokes about how unbelievably close they got after living in a bus for so long; any sense of privacy between them was, unfortunately, to some, long gone by their second week of traveling.
That closeness–you supposed you could call it closeness–ended up making its way to you eventually. And, as much as you loved the guys, and they loved you, you liked it more when they respected your space and kept away their dirty boy-grime, giving you the utmost privacy when it came to anything changing or showering-related when you’d request it.
That tiny sliver of privacy was sometimes interrupted by one of them forgetting to knock to make sure all was decent before barging in and slamming the door open. They’d forget the reason for entering the van as soon as they saw you in whatever embarrassing situation they were unfortunate enough to walk into, and quickly shut the door after squeaking an apology.
This particular night had been one of the best in terms of performance and audience. Everyone felt it, which resulted in a night of celebration in whichever restaurant was the first one to catch everyone's attention.
With full bellies and the remaining post-show buzz, everyone made their way back to the bus, exhausted and itching for their beds, hoping to unwind a bit before sleeping to prepare for another early start to the day tomorrow.
As soon as the door was opened, everyone settled into their nighttime routine. Mikey and Ray seemed to be the only ones getting ready to take a shower, aware of their stench and silently judging Frank and Gerard, who’d agreed that it’d make more sense for them to shower in the morning.
“Will you be showering?” asked Ray, which made everyone else turn their heads, waiting for your answer, but lowkey begging you with their eyes not to say yes. Seems like nobody wanted to wait thirty minutes outside in the dark while you showered and dressed yourself.
They’d do it if you asked them to, but preferred it if you didn’t, just for tonight.
“No, don’t worry, I won’t make you guys suffer.” You joked as you made your way to the bathroom door before Ray had the chance to make his way there, picking your sleepwear and an extra pair of underwear to change into, wanting to feel at least a bit cleaner.
Now, nobody on that bus was a virgin; But the life of musicians means oftentimes, you weren’t able to hold any sort of stable relationship for a long time. It was a bit easier for them to find someone to keep them occupied for one night, but still, it was hard due to their schedules, nerdiness, and need for sleep after a show.
So when they all noticed you weren’t necessarily keeping the underwear you were changing into better hidden, their heads turned the opposite direction, avoiding the fact that they saw the lacey material in the center, where your mound would be.
You entered the bathroom after telling Ray you’d only take a minute, too tired to fully register what was wrong with your bandmates.
Back in the living area of the bus, everyone’s face flushed a light shade of pink. None of them commented on what they saw, much less what they were thinking about. And the awkwardness stemming from the shared experience and disgusting thoughts running through their heads made it too embarrassing to look at each other.
Ray took it upon himself to take advantage of you being gone, peeling off his dirty clothes and wrapping himself up in a towel to wait for you to get out; ever since you joined, they vowed to try their best not to make you uncomfortable by changing in front of you.
After a couple of minutes of you being inside the bathroom, Ray found himself right in front of the door, quietly knocking at it for you to get out.
Which you did shortly after, crashing into his naked chest and quickly recovering yourself, murmuring a small ‘sorry’ before shyly moving around him and settling into the foot of your bed, listening in to the small talk Gerard and Mikey were engaging in.
Frank caught your eye from the corner he was finishing changing in before smiling at you, “You were awesome today.” he climbed onto his own bed before continuing, “I especially liked all of the winks you threw to the cameras.”
He gargled a laugh when you threw a stuffed animal his way, closing the curtains that separated his bed from the rest of you.
Everyone soon followed in his suit, saying quick goodnights and closing the curtains to their respective beds, tired from all the bouncing around on stage and hoping to catch some sleep before another round tomorrow.
It felt like hours of tossing and turning before you decided to hop out of your bed and make your way to your bag, thinking that a movie may be the key to helping you fall asleep.
With laptop and headphones in hand, you made your way back towards your bed, hoping the creaks coming from the floors wouldn’t wake anyone up.
Twenty minutes into the movie, and you were still restless. Your hand lay on the soft of your tummy when you got the idea; a quick orgasm always seemed to ease you down for a good night’s rest. And now that you were really thinking about it, you couldn’t exactly remember the last time you’d taken care of yourself in that aspect–or have had anyone else do so, for that matter–way too busy to do such things.
Making up your mind, you peeked your head to look out your curtain, double-checking that everyone was in their respective bunks and dead-snoring before switching the tab on your laptop.
With limited time, an urgent need to cum and sleep, and Busty Asians dot-com on your new tab, you went to town.
The soft gasps and rustling from within your bunk eventually ended up waking your top bunkmate, Mikey, who, for the sake of his own sanity, prayed you weren’t doing what he thought you were doing.
The louder you got, the more his resolve withered; With his dick hard and not easy to ignore anymore, he slipped it out of his briefs as quietly as possible and started to tease himself as well.
Eventually, the combined sounds coming from both of you ended up waking Frank up, who, as soon as he peeked out of his bed, was met with the sight of Ray, who was already shamelessly peeking out of his bed, eyes rolling and head twisting into his pillow to muffle a moan.
Frank’s frantic moving made Gerard eventually wake up. As the last one to do so, it didn’t take him long to figure out what was happening throughout the bus. He silently thanked the lords above for giving him the bed right across from yours; he had a near-perfect view of the small gap in your curtain, letting everyone see the faces you were making.
The only ones who’d acknowledged what was happening between everyone seemed to be Ray and Frank, who’d locked eye contact for a couple of seconds before looking away; the shame of what they were doing was too big. They didn’t show signs of stopping, though, too pent up to do so– right on the same boat as you.
It was glaringly obvious that everyone had a hard time getting laid recently. On tour, one of the biggest problems was always a lack of privacy and personal space. Voyeuring in on friends was, apparently, the only thing left possible.
At around the hour mark, everyone but you had come at least twice. They were unfortunate enough tonight to find out you liked to tease yourself for hours. Your stamina and self-control were too much for them; though they wanted nothing more than to go to sleep, they were unable to (or perhaps unwilling?) to successfully drift off due to your gasps and whines making their cocks harden once more.
Fifteen minutes later, they could tell you were reaching your end; your whines got a lot louder. And after collecting the slick gushing out of your cunt, your pace intensified significantly.
Ray felt himself become dizzier by the minute, the sweat on his forehead making his curls stick to it and his neck. Left with little energy, his dick stood untouched by him and lay flat on his stomach. The redness of his tip heavily contrasted with the surrounding milky-white remnants of drying cum he hadn’t wiped off yet.
He listened in on your pants and soft ‘pleases’ to edge him on, completely tired to do much of anything but lie there and let the soft waves of pleasure consume him–making their way from his leaking cock up to his head, overriding all of his senses and forcing all of his focus on you and his dick.
His mind played various scenes of what you might look like right now. Scenarios of you underneath him played deliciously in his mind, completely under his mercy as he ate you out for hours while pumping his fingers in and out of you. His mind especially focused on your thighs and tits, how he’d love to kiss and nip at them both before delving right in, begging you to tug on his hair and ride his face as you see fit to make yourself cum. His eyes rolled as he shuddered at the thought of you squirting in his face, drenching him in your juices for him to clean off with his tongue.
Frank was aware that he was the whiniest out of all of you. The amount of whines that were spilling out of you shamelessly were nothing compared to the ones he was half-successfully muffling with his pillow. But at that point, so late into the night and sleep-deprived, he simply did not care who heard him. Just like Ray, his cock stood proudly, flushing red at the tip and drooling even after cumming onto his sheets three times by now. His briefs were long discarded by now, forgotten at the very edge of his bed. And his shirt? Bunched up to be used as a makeshift gag to further muffle his constant moans and whines for you.
He dared not touch his dick, knowing that his body was capable of just cumming from the muscle contractions of his lower belly. He loved edging himself just as much as he’d love to edge you, too. His eyes rolled to the very back of his head, and drool slipped out of his mouth and seeped into his shirt. He wondered how you’d react to him asking you to be mean to him. He hoped you’d enjoy spitting into his mouth before he went down on you, or controlling the speed of how you fucked and teasing his tip by hovering right above it, brushing against it so lightly until he starts crying.
Being right above you meant Mikey was able to hear your sounds better than the rest of them. Though he couldn’t really enjoy the view like the others were doing, he vowed to thank God every day for letting him get the bunk right above yours.
The squelches of your fingers moving rapidly in and out of you motivated him to keep going. Though his dick was raw and majorly overstimulated, he had no intention to stop his shallow thrusts against his pillow. There was nothing in his mind other than your pretty moans, loving the soft gasps that you let out whenever you surprised yourself at how good something felt.
His cheeks burned, and his drool dripped from his open mouth onto his sheets, praying that you’d cum soon so that the cloud of horniness that now possessed him could leave him. He was always extra interested in you, hoping that you’d notice the subtle ways he was yearning for your attention. He loved it when you played with his hair after concerts, and all of you would have a movie night.
His eyes closed, focusing on your sounds and the pictures of you in his mind as he caressed his own hair before roughly tugging on it, pretending it was you who was doing it to him. He twisted and shuddered, suppressing a heavy groan. His mind could focus on nothing but images of your tits on his mouth, sucking and licking them until you were sensitive.
Gerard was a lot bolder, preferring to ogle at you while he took care of himself. Being a lot pervier than his friends meant that he had a couple of toys he kept semi-hidden in his bunk bed, which only Frank had the misfortune of finding while snooping around his bed.
His favorite to use on himself was a small vibrator he could easily slip into himself and onto his dick, controlling everything with a small remote. The stimulation he got from it and your sounds combined were enough to make him cum more times than he’d like to admit to anyone.
He wasn’t too worried about the soft sounds the toy made while vibrating; the sounds of his personal fan inside his bunk and everyone else were more than enough to drown it out tonight.
His half-lidded eyes found your closed ones, swearing to himself that he’d do everything in his power to recreate those sounds with you. He wondered what you’d taste like, if you’d squirt in his mouth if he were to overstimulate you. Or would you prefer to overstimulate him?
His head conjured up scenarios with you; you, rolled onto your stomach, ass in the air for him to use however he’d like. How his big hands would perfectly fit on your waist, fingers relishing the curves from your upper back to your ass, slapping it as hard as he could so that he could see the red hand marks turn purple over the days.
Whines and groans could be heard throughout the bus; the only reason you were still unaware of the goons right beside you was because of the headphones you were wearing. Heavy pants fell from your lips, legs sweaty and hair on your face, you fastened your pace.
“Oh please, please…” You begged nobody. Fingers from one hand pumping in and out of you, the fingers from the other hand focused on your nipples.
You missed having dick inside of you.
Everyone’s pace matched yours now, knowing that you were close, wanting to cum at the same time to convince themselves it was them helping you out.
Ray kept an eye on you, stomach down and slightly pressing his erection into his bed to alleviate the pain. His hands were up in prayer, focusing on not touching himself while he listened to your sounds. Those sounds which constantly sent waves of pleasure down his dick, making his eyes roll to the top of his head and cheeks turn rosy pink. Though having come multiple times, his dick still dripped pre-cum, aching for your warm cunt or lips. He was absolutely embarrassed at all of the sounds coming out of him at this moment, never imagining being capable of such whines.
Frank was on the same boat as Ray, contracting his lower muscles to help himself out, slightly messing with the sticky tip of his cock for better edging, which resulted in tears from overstimulation peeking out the corner of his eyes. Your name fell out of his lips in soft prayer, desperately wanting your touch on him. He didn’t even care what part of him you decided to touch, but he hoped you focused your attention on him–just him. Touching and caressing his face while he fucked into you, whispering sweet nothings into his ear to make him shiver.
Mikey was still rutting into his pillow, using all of his might to not unnecessarily whine too loud and startle you. The tears in his eyes ran until landing on his bed sheets, mixing in with the drool of his mouth. Both his hands were busy teasing himself by pulling his hair and pressing lightly on his neck. He cursed to himself when he felt his orgasm fast approaching, not sure if he was going to be able to hold odd until you were done. So he squeezed the tip of his cock, hoping that the pressure would calm his excitement just a bit before you were done.
Gerard was a mess; having the best view of you and his toy vibrating all around him brought the most powerful orgasms he’d ever experienced. His remote sat at the palm of his hands and the intensity was at the highest setting he could set it to without alerting anyone of the sound. His back was directly on the bed, refusing to touch himself in any way, letting his cock twitch and gush with each groan coming out of you. He groaned when he saw your fastening pace, mind conjuring filthy scenarios he was sure would send even an experienced pornstar into shock.
Your stomach twisted, your pleas and huffs now ragged as you kept watching the video entertaining you for the past hour or so. Your eyes were on it, but your mind was completely concentrating on something else. Between the horniness and lack of sleep, you weren’t even sure what you wanted at that point. The faster you rubbed, the more desperate you got for your release; tears formed at the corners of your eyes from edging yourself for so long.
Your mind went briefly to your friends on the other side of your curtain. You weren’t blind, you knew how attractive they were–the fans definitely knew. And it wasn’t too long ago that you discovered they’d write about scenarios they’d like for you to recreate with them.
You wondered if they’d like some of the things that people have written about them. You wondered if they even thought of you in that way; being the only girl on the bus definitely made you wonder if they had thought of you the way you were thinking about them right now.
Images of what you wanted flashed through your head: you wanted Gerard to mark you up, wanted Frank to look up at you with his big, pleading eyes, Ray using his big hands to make you cum, reaching much farther than what your fingers were capable of, and Mikey pleading to you to let him cum.
Eventually, you let everything wash over you, doing your best to muffle any moans coming out of you, fingers steady on their movements, and body curling into itself from the intensity of your orgasm.
Your attempts at silence were in vain as your mates were able to hear the small, repetitive moans and ‘fucks’ spilling out of you.
Gerard was the first one to cum, having his toy set to the highest setting truly did not help his efforts of waiting until after you came to cum. Your name fell effortlessly from his lips; hot spurts shot from his cock and onto his bed and belly. Final images of you on your knees waiting for his cum to fall on your mouth flashed everywhere as he slumped onto his bed, discarding the dirty toy to the corner until tomorrow.
Two thrusts were all Mikey needed, arms hugging the pillow he was humping and teeth biting into his lips, forcing himself to stay quieter than his idiot bandmates, who had no shame in what they were doing. His whines were so high-pitched, he was sure one of them was going to comment on it tomorrow. But he was too blissed out from the choking and hair-pulling he put himself through to care.
Ray was the third one to cum; with his eyebrows scrunched and mouth agape, he whoreishly moaned your name out loud as his dick shot what little cum he had left inside him. He stared directly at your face as it contorted from the pleasure while coming down from his own high, enamored with the jolts you’d do every once in a while.
Frank was the last one to join in. Scratching at his bedsheets, he begged you to let him cum; the imaginary version of you he’d conjured up in his mind while teasing himself, that is. He joined in on your ‘pleases’ and added your name to that, twisting and turning until he came all over himself. If anyone were to find out he wanted you to dominate him and control when he came, he’d simply cease to exist.
After a couple of minutes of nothing but heavy panting from everyone, you disconnected your headphones and closed the tab you were in and peeked out of your curtain.
Finding no signs of anyone being up, you made your way towards the bathroom, wanting to take a piss and refresh before falling asleep.
Everyone else outside the bathroom was dead quiet, unwilling to look out their curtains in case they made eye contact with each other. Silent shame radiated from everyone–at the same time, a rivalry to see who would be the lucky one to swoon you started brewing.
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Announcement: MCR 2026 tour project I haven’t been able to post about bc of my break: go to @kaeyam_ro for more info. It’s pretty cool and involves most tour dates i think.
What's Your Idea?
summary: Your arm is sore after getting a shot at the doctor's. Frank insists you move it to get some blood flow back in and relieve the pain. His claim is true, though his method for getting you to move your arm is... atypical, to say the least.
tags: frank iero x reader, mcr x reader, smut, handjob, gender neutral reader, porn with plot (kinda), ok actually nvm, porn no plot, porn what plot, oneshot, drabble, soccer mentioned, i actually don't know shit about soccer, don't kill me pls, established relationship, use of petnames (ex. baby, sweetheart), guess if i proofread this one! (spoiler alert: i didn't)
a/n: sorry for jumpscaring people that are afraid of needles with the images i chose,,, don't sue me im broke. anyway, this is totally not based on myself... and i totally didnt just get vaccinated recently... and my arm totally doesnt hurt.... at all....
uhhh i hope this doesn't reach the anti-vaxxers cause this is gonna be awkward
NSFW!! .✦ ݁˖
[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over
happy “reunited for longer than they were broken up” day
Gerard looking adorable as this Hammond No. 12
This clip always makes me feel things I can't comprehend enough to put into words
how i feel opening “ryan ross x reader” tag jst to find nothing new
Mmm crying... characters in tears... pathetic characters whining and crying... yummy tears. #needtolickthatoff
Yeah... I fuck with dacryphilia. A LOT. Like I LIKE LIKE dacryphilia...
i can’t stop thinking about frank and him just. humping everything. like ur making out? he’s grinding on your leg, the mattress, the couch, it does not matter cause he wants friction and he wants it NEOW 😵💫😵💫
hes an animal i need him so bad (also ur last fic was sooooooo cutee)
all wound up!
kinktober day 1: dry humping
ft. frank iero x fem reader
tags and warnings: dry humping, frank is whiny and needy lol, cunnilingus, ruined orgasm (kinda (f receiving though)), i imagined prorev frank for this
notes: thank you very much!! i’m glad you enjoyed :3 and you’re so right anon bc frank is a DOG!!!! using this to kick off kinktober bc i need to put something out lol as always not proofread and short and it kinda sucks 🖤 enjoy gang
“frankie, you gotta go,” you panted, lightly tugging at his hair in an attempt to pull him off of you. he whined, tightening his grip on your hip as he rutted against you. another knock at the door made you jolt, whimpering quietly at the way it made your hips connect with frank’s. gerard sounded impatient. “dude, you’ve gotta be out here in fifteen, i’m not kidding!”