[stinky-kibby]

Hello everyone..

As most of you may know I used to be stinky ouppy but I was nuked so here I am. I’m still trying to find all of my mutuals by the way so!! Hi guys!!!! But here’s my pinned post I guess. I miss all my anons ☹️

Anons-

I really like my chemical romance it makes me dance. Sometimes I write fanfics and headcanons and things, my old fanfic blog was b1keth1ef, but you guys can send me requests here if you want. I’ll write pretty much whatever as long as it isn’t illegal or scat.

It will take too long to type out all the things I’m into so here are the things I am not into! Don’t send me asks or anything with this stuff okay?

Scat, anything illegal like incest or beastiality, inflation, vore (the thing where they eat tiny people?), gore and necrophilia, anything to do with race or age, feederism, detrans I really really hate, and that is all I can think of. So. Go crazy as long as it isn’t those.

And it’s more fun if you guys try to figure out what gets me going anyways.

[gerardwaysbob]

nah they’re fucking…

getting my strap out hey can i join

[thekidsfromyestergay]

Gerard [using text to speech]: Hello Jenna looking forward to seeing you again in the moat soon smiley face emoji with blushy cheeks. Love what you've been doing so far very sexy no siri please delete sexy very creative so keep it up. For the next shows I want her slash you to treat ray like he is your favourite pupil but still be very dominant siri delete that again very stern to him. Thank you Genna see you soon smiley face ok now send message siri

[hysterikall]

Warmup with these two powerful bugs....

[egonkula]

frank micropenis iero

[anteaten-deactivated20220228]

making bad posts to test the mutuals loyalty to me

[theaterard]

frank’s jacket riding up and staying there

[loverboy-iero]

"half of Draag, all of MOAT" <- how i would post about Mikey on DraagNet

[transredneck]

Pull ups are paying off..?

[danishfreeuse]

when he asks “does it hurt?” and you say “yes” with tears in your eyes and he groans and keeps going. Maybe he even picks up the pace to really make sure those tears spill over >>>>

[warbeneaththerain]

the tiny jacket he's been bursting out of like a sexy tube of pillsbury biscuits is doing something to my brain crazy style. im sorry.

[warbeneaththerain]

i need to go to the hospital.

[warbeneaththerain]

MAKE IT STOPPP

[stinky-kibby]

im guessing the gangbang draft you've been sitting on is gone too LMAOO

(so sorry you got deleted)</3

Unfortunately you are correct.. I think I need to sit on some dick and write it but I have been really busy lately and unfortunately at the end of the month I will only be busier so.. idk..

[razed-rosary]

Alien Gerard who, after learning about sex, becomes so insatiable and shameless that you have to teach him a lesson on manners.

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You used to think that you could never have too much of a good thing.

That was before Gerard learned about sex.

It was exciting at first—the alien seemed to have an endless supply of energy, and he was more than happy to fuck you any time you wanted. His libido was shockingly high.

But as the months passed, his cravings didn’t wane.

You weren’t always available for a quickie, so he’d taken to swiping your things to make up for your absence. Humping your pillow, using your hand lotion as lube as he stroked himself, even nabbing your toys for himself. He always gave your things back, of course—washed if need be—but more than once you’ve gone into his room, asking if he’s seen whatever it is you can’t find, only to walk in on him with a pair of your panties fisted around his stiff cock.

And he’s so shameless about it, too. He never moves to cover himself, and sometimes he doesn’t even stop touching, he only slows down his pace. He doesn’t quite grasp the human social convention of embarrassment and shame surrounding sex and masturbation. At all.

“Are those my panties?” You asked, standing in his doorway.

He hummed, fist still stroking his dick, and you can see how he’s getting your panties all wet with his pre.

“Yeah, but don’t worry! I’ll wash them and give them right back after I’m done,” he replied, as if talking about borrowing a towel and not using your underwear to beat off.

And he’s so loud, too. You've had to crush your head between pillows to try to drown out his high-pitched moans and shrill whines so you can sleep. Whenever you ask him to quiet down, he pouts and claims he “can’t help it, it feels too good.”

He’s the least well-behaved in public. You’ve tried to tell him how he has to control his desires when you guys are out, but he still struggles with it sometimes. Eyeing you hungrily and shamelessly at the beach, pawing at you in the dark at the movie theater, whispering about how your boobs look “really nice” in your shirt when the two of you are at a restaurant.

You usually roll your eyes affectionately, blush, reprimand him half-heartedly. It’s a miracle he hasn’t gotten the pair of you in trouble yet.

But he gets carried away one day when he decides to tag along with you to the grocery store.

You could tell that he was having a hard time containing himself that day. In the car ride over you had to snap to get his attention twice because he kept zoning out while you were talking, practically undressing you with his eyes as he mumbled out disinterested “mhm”’s as you talked about your grocery list.

Only once you were inside the store did he really start to lose his composure.

You knew he was walking behind you on purpose so he could look at your ass, and you knew damn well he wasn’t being subtle about it, either.

“I know you’re looking at my ass, Gee,” you murmured at him in the deserted frozen food aisle, glancing over your shoulder.

His hazel eyes flicked up to meet yours. They were practically smoldering. “Yeah. It looks good,” he said, as if he was perfectly innocent.

You hate how whipped you are for this clueless, horny creature.

Brushing past him, you whispered “behave,” assuming the call-out will be enough to snap him into politeness.

Not quite.

You were bending down to read the price tag on a box of chocolate cake mix when he suddenly pressed up against you from behind. You gasped, hands coming up to the shelves to steady yourself.

“Gee! What the hell are you doing?” You scolded in a whisper, eyes darting around. It was a slow day, and the aisle was near the back of the store, but that didn’t erase the fact that you were very much in public, and anyone could amble by and catch you two in a compromising position.

He whined, pressing his face into your neck, inhaling heavily. He’s always had a thing for your scent.

“Please,” he whined under his breath, nuzzling against your shoulder. “Can’t wait, no one will see, please—“

You stood and whipped around to face Gerard, quickly backing him up to the other side of the aisle, a scolding finger raised in his face.

“Bad,” you hissed under your breath, eyes sharp. If he’s going to act like an animal, you’ll scold him like one. “You’re being absolutely inappropriate, and—“

You paused as a shopper passed by the aisle, and you’re sure you two made quite the sight—Gerard, wide-eyed and guilty, and you, finger raised and hand on your hip.

They continued on, and you turned back to Gerard. His hazel eyes were round, and you could still see the simmering desperation underneath the guilt. You sighed.

“I’ll deal with you when we get home,” you murmured, then strode purposefully towards checkout, Gerard practically stumbling over himself to follow.

If Gerard thought you’d give him what he wanted when you got home, he’d be half right.

You’re touching him, yeah. But letting him finish is a whole different story.

Gerard’s back arches beautifully, soft tummy pressing up, cock hard and red and angry.

“Ple-ase,” he whines, and you have to resist the urge to giggle. Poor thing’s already on the verge of tears and you’ve only been at it for ten minutes.

You tut as he tugs at his hands, which are restrained by the wrist, tied to the headboard with red silk. “Ah-ah, honey. No pulling.”

His cock twitches in your too-loose grip, oozing pre. You rub your palm over his sticky tip, drawing a keen from the back of his throat.

Leaning down, you lick a stripe up his neck, feeling his throat bob under your tongue. Every exhale is a moan, broken and needy, and absolutely intoxicating. When you squeeze the base of his cock, he practically sobs.

“You’ve been behaving so badly lately,” you taunt, and you’d feel bad if he didn’t look so pretty when he cried. “Absolutely shameless, pressing up against me at the store like that. Do you think that’s how good boys act?”

“No, no,” Gerard blubbers, hips bucking up with a frustrated, wet mewl, tears sliding into his hair. “Won’t do it again, promise. I couldn’t h-heeeelp—myself.”

You nip his neck before you lift your head, smiling at him sweetly. Your fist tightens around his dick, pumping him heavily a few times before slowing down again. It gives another twitch.

“Tell me what you’re being punished for,” you say, voice dipping low in that tone that makes Gerard melt like putty.

His head thrashes back and forth, whimpering, fingers curling and uncurling restlessly. “I-I was inappropriate at the store,” he sniffles. You shake your head.

“How were you inappropriate, hon? Use your words,” and you’d be lying if the absolute, mindless desperation flashing in his eyes didn’t make your thighs clench.

“I p-pressed up against you,” he mewls, eyes squeezing shut, tears rolling down his pretty apple cheeks. “I was so hard, you—ohh, mmm!—looked so beautiful, I’m sorry—“

“‘Sorry’ doesn’t make you any less naughty,” you say firmly, stroking up the length of his cock once, then focusing on the tip, thumbing his slit. He cries out, back arching up off the bed.

You grin. “So pretty when you’re being edged. Have you watched that in your dirty videos, huh?”

Gerard shakes his head, gazing up at you with his big wet eyes, lips parted and red and shiny. So sweet. So naive, even still.

His head of his cock is swollen and leaking, and he’s twitching heavily in your fist. You begin to pump him harder, faster, until he’s gasping, eyes rolling back in his head.

“Oh… ahhhn, yes, please, ah—!”

You squeeze the base and Gerard sobs, tugging wildly at his restraints, dick throbbing so hard it looks painful.

Straddling one of his thick thighs, you lean down to kiss one of his wet cheeks. “Shhh, baby,” you coo, licking the salt from your lips. Your other hand gently cups his face, and he nuzzles into your palm with a heartbroken whimper. “Only a little while longer. You’ve got to learn to behave. Maybe if you’re good for me, I’ll sit on your face. Maybe I’ll even let you cum, if I think you deserve it.”

[glasskittyyyyy]

for u @judaswail

[necrophagias]

thinking about this pic of Robert Sheehan not minding his damn business. let mama text

[hardcorecrucifix]

mcr hellfest 2003

[theaterard]

if you’re for some reason dismayed at gerard’s bald spot you’re literally a fake old people lover and you’re not allowed to use terms like milf and dilf

[stinky-kibby]

Some Gerard bald (gerbald?) spot for all you freaks.. this is my image and I am proud of it also