hi momi <33 I don’t want to be selfish, but can we get a reader x protective!MCR <33 Reader is part of the band as a vocalist or drummer, they go through an interview.
During the interview, the interviewee makes reader uncomfortable. The others notice and make a scene, in the end they comfort reader (your choice on how they do so ;33)
Also more on angst and fluff pls momiii :’33 I crave for the fluff…
kisses, hickies, and bites,🍷.
hi dear!!
you aren't being selfish in the slightest, writing protective!mcr fluff is sooo much fun for me :) the black parade era for this, reader is fem and a drummer. i think they're dressed sorta like this photo shoot.
kisses and bites, xo
wc is 1.7k, sfw, hurt/comfort, period typical misogyny, can be platonic or romantic depending on what you'd like
The first signs this wasn't going to be a good interview happened before the interview even began.
It's not uncommon for you guys to all talk off the record before you begin, but it is uncommon for the interviewer to hone in on you.
"I'm surprised you aren't wearing something more feminine,"
"We're trying something more androgynous this album," You scan the photo shoot, watching the boys getting ready.
"It's a shame, you looked good in the dresses and skirts during Revenge," It's almost comical how thick he's laying it on, like a caricature of a man hitting on an uninterested woman.
"That was because we were going for romantic vampire looks,"
"Have you considered wearing a dress again for The Black Parade?"
"That is a question for Gerard, he's the mastermind behind the aesthetic," You shoot him a smile when you spot Frank waving you over. "I think they need me, sorry,"
When you're close enough he reaches up to fix your collar.
"How are you so bad at keeping this straight?"
"Sorry, Mr. Private School,"
He huffs out a laugh, brushing some imaginary lint off your shoulder like he's your mom. "He's not bothering you, is he?"
You shake your head. "Nothing I'm not used to,"
Frank pulls a face and you pull one back. None of you like the fact that this is a common occurrence, that you get more questions about clothes than drums, but you'll push through. It's a small price to pay for all the good that comes from being in this band, and being questioned about pants has long since stopped bothering you.
"One of us can handle him if you want,"
"It's only one interview, I'll be fine,"
~
The photo shoot goes well. This photographer has worked with you all before and is one of those guys who seems to get the band. He gets the theatricality and dramatics whether it's reds and blacks and pinstripes and velvet or monochrome and sharp lines and suits. It'd almost be enjoyable if it weren't for the fact that the interviewer is staring at you.
You thought at first he was just watching the band and you just kept catching him when he was looking at you, but three times is a pattern that you don't like.
They're doing trio photos now, Gerard with the two guitarists first. You and Mikey stand off to the side, waiting for your turn. You bonk your head on his shoulder and he stacks his on top.
"Boo guitar," Mikey monotones.
"Boo, guitar. Rhythm section supremacy," You respond.
The interviewer is towards your back right. You want to check, to see if he's watching the photos or watching you, but men tend to get the wrong idea when a woman keeps looking at them.
"You're tense,"
"You're squishing my head into a pancake,"
Mikey's arm reaches around your back to poke you, then settles over you. It's an offer, an offer to hear you now or to wait till later or to help you out however you want. Mikey's not always a man of many words or facial expressions but he'll show you his love in actions.
"Is the interviewer looking?"
Mikey's head lifts and then settles. "At us, but he looked away,"
"Alright, can… can you just keep an eye on him?"
His arm shifts to tighten around you, his head turns so he mumbles the words into your hair. "You got it,"
~
Photos done means you get ten minutes to change into something a smidge more comfortable. You've picked up your bag and are about to run to the space serving as a dressing room when the interviewer sneaks up on you.
"You're a natural at that,"
"Thanks," You try to side step but he's faster than you.
"I mean it, you could totally be a model,"
"Uh huh," Maybe if you give non-answers he'll leave you alone.
"It's like, why are you drumming? Victoria's Secret could use someone like you, you'd be great as one of the angels,"
"Ray!" You stick your empty hand up as you shout Ray's name. Like an angel he recognizes the sign you're giving him and comes over. "Ray I wanted to run an idea by you,"
This time the interviewer lets you pass and you and Ray walk side by side away from the creep.
"What was that about?"
"Just him being overly friendly,"
"Do you want us to—"
"No, we're doing this interview. Once he has Gerard he'll forget the rest of us are even here,"
Ray pauses with his hand on the door knob. You know what he wants but it'll just cause issues.
"…He said I could be a model,"
"And?"
"For Victoria's Secret,"
"I really think—"
"I don't want a scene. I just want out of these pants,"
Ray sighs. "Fine, but I'm not stopping the others,"
"Thanks,"
Inside the room the others are in various states of undress, any sense of modest you had as a group was killed swiftly in the van. You take a look at your street clothes, at the tight t shirt and skinny jeans that no longer say "casual wear" and now say "look at my body".
"Ray?"
"Yeah?"
"Could I borrow your hoodie?"
He smiles as he hands it over.
~
Interviews have a pattern to them now. Gerard sits in the front with either Frank or Ray depending on the day while you and Mikey sit in the back with the other. They'll be a few group questions that Gerard will take the lead on and occasionally offer up for another's opinion. Then you get into some individuals, Gerard discussing his artistic vision and Ray and Frank talking about guitar and Mikey explaining bass. You pick at the loose thread on Ray's cuff while you wait your turn.
"So, you're the only girl in the band,"
"I am, but the boys don't make a big deal about it,"
"Really?"
"Yep, they aren't in the business of caring about my bits. I'm just their drummer who happens to be a woman,"
"That must cause some issues though,"
You shrug. "The scene is definitely male dominated, drums in general isn't fond of women, but I don't let it get me down. If I quit because someone called me a bitch what message does that send to the girls watching me?"
"I mean issues in the band,"
You feel the way the boys react to that. It's a common assumption but one that never stops making their hackles rise.
"I said we don't have issues. We all work together as a group, we wouldn't get this far if they had a problem with me being a woman,"
"What about your love life? Does that cause issues? Have you ever had relations with anyone in the band?"
You see Gerard readying his reply and cut in before he can. "Me dating is none of your concern,"
"I think it's a fair question to ask! Living with four men surely you've at least considered it!"
You aren't fast enough this time and Gerard's "Excuse me?" hits while you're still inhaling.
"I'm asking her a question,"
"Ask her a question that's relevant, ask her about the drums or back up vocals,"
"Her being a woman is relevant,"
"To what, exactly?" He's on a rampage now, like when he heard about the band making girls show their tits for backstage passes or caught a guy refusing to leave you alone during Warped. "We are here to talk about The Black Parade, you understood that with the rest of us, why can't you understand it with her?"
"Gerard, I—"
"No! I'm not done!" Mikey's placed his hand on your knee, lip caught between teeth as he watches his brother. "Even if you did want to ask a question about the experience of being a woman she gave you her answer! You don't need to keep pressing her for some sort of hot gossip to run a headline! You got your response! Move on!"
"Also," You shoot your eyes to Frank who's next to you today. "You've, like, a total creep this whole time. It's really fucking weird to sit and watch someone while they're being shot,"
"Seriously?" Gerard whirls around to look back at you, Mikey and you nod in confirmation of the accusation. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"I, I just think," As he speaks Ray stands up and you all follow his suite, tired of this bullshit and ready to leave. "I just think! That she's a nice looking girl!"
"That's fucking weird! You're fucking weird!" Gerard is standing over the interviewer as you and the others start to leave. "Act professional! Christ! What's wrong with you!"
His voice slowly dims as you speed walk away. Some poor assistant tries to get you to come back but you brush her off, cashing in those rock star moments you've piled up over the years.
Gerard comes and joins you a minute or so later as you all wait for the taxi Mikey called. His arms wrap around you and tug you against his chest, tight and grounding.
"He's an ass,"
"I know, Gee,"
"I'm going to complain to everyone about him. Turn his reputation to dust,"
"Think you'll just end up with the reputation of being a diva,"
"I've already got that,"
"Yeah, pimp coat did a number on your tough guy persona,"
"It was a nice coat, why do you all hate it?"
"It wasn't nice it was really fucking ugly. I still can't believe you bought multiple of it,"
"You bought multiple of those velvet dress,"
He means it teasingly, the same way you called him a pimp seconds ago, but all it does is remind you of the comments made at the start of this all.
"…Hey, I was thinking we should all go and watch a sci-fi movie. We could stop somewhere and pick up snacks too,"
"We aren't watching Star Wars again,"
"But it's Star Wars!"
"I wanna watch Fantastic Planet,"
"Guys?"
"I'm with her, Fantastic Planet is awesome,"
"I don't care as long as we get ice cream,"
"Let her watch Fantastic Planet, Gee. She's earned it,"
"Fine," He's huffing and puffing like this is some big ask but it's all show, his fondness for you bleeding into his faux-annoyed tone. "I guess we'll watch Fantastic Planet and eat ice cream,"
thinking about secretary gerard not being the most vocal but she makes the sexiest faces without even realizing ,, so you’ll look up from between her legs to see how she’s feeling and she’s making the most beautiful expression and you cream yourself at the sight
hi doll!!
boy oh boy did i not realize how much i miss my business lady, she's oh so fun (and hot) to write about, might've gotten a little wet during this... whoops!
kisses xoxo
nsfw, wc is 893, mentioned cockwarming, age gap, power imbalance, blow jobs (m receiving), gerard uses she/her and is referred to with male anatomy, part of less than hr approved, fem!reader x secretary!gerard
It wasn't uncommon for her important business calls to end this way. It was good for you both, you were forced to take a break during these meetings, kneeling under her desk with her cock between your lips, and she got her needs taken care of afterwards when she would wrap both hands around your head and rock you back and forth to help you start sucking her off. You're much better than you used to be, less gagging and more tongue action, but despite all that Mrs. Way doesn't make much noise during this time. No, all you can hear in your ears is blood rushing and the wet noise of your mouth on skin. It's mildly infuriating, because how are you supposed to know how you're doing if she doesn't give you any feedback?
It's also highly encouraging, like the first time you handed her an overview of her day. That time she scanned it, gave you a look only matched by Miranda Priestley's disdain at Andy, and told you not to get too comfortable as her secretary. You're determined to get better at this, just like how you got better at her overviews, trial and error, learn what makes her raise an eyebrow out of being impressed instead of being disappointed, or rather what makes her volume raise in attraction instead of warning of a coworker.
Today's trick, something a woman you met in a bar last weekend swore by, play with the balls in one hand while hitting just below the head with your tongue. Something about dual simulation, is what she said, doubling the pleasure by focusing on two areas. Also according to her apparently right under the head is the "clitoris of the penis", a sentence that made you laugh so hard the absurdity is basically the only reason you remember the advice given how wasted you were.
Mrs. Way doesn't stop you from creeping a hand across her thighs while you bob up and down along her shaft, nor does she when you get your hands cradling her sack. You gently massage it as you continue to move your mouth along her, giving her ample time to tell you no if needed. When she still doesn't give you so much as a press of her foot against your knee you take it as permission to move onto the next phase. As you move up this time you stop maybe an inch below her head, start playing with her ball in earnest, and gleefully sweep your tongue all along the bottom of her head.
And the verdict is…
…nothing. You think she might harden slightly, but she already is so full in your mouth you could hardly notice if she did. No, not even so much as an extra heavy puff of air. You're ready to go and find that woman from last weekend that her trick is shit if it won't work for Mrs. Way.
You look up, ready to find Mrs. Way giving you that displeased look from your first day, or even worse a pitying one, hands pushing you off and sending you back to your desk so she can get off on her own. Only when your eyes do make their way up to her face, her eyes aren't focused on you, they're out in outer space, pupils blown wide to match her wide eyes. There's beads of perspiration along her hairline, shining on her pale skin the same way her open mouth shines, slack in a way that only comes from loosing some level of control of your body. You realize quite suddenly that you've never actually looked up at Mrs. Way while sucking her off, too focused on her dick to drag your gaze upwards.
It's hot, it's sexy, it's erotic. Yeah, that's the word, erotic, true debauchery, getting sucked off at work by your secretary who's still technically an intern, something worthy of being in a self published book simply by virtue of being so self indulgent, and you indulge.
Pulling off her completely you keep your eyes on her as your other hand grabs the top of her shaft, being careful not to touch that special spot too strong. You continue to giver her balls plenty of love as your lips kiss all along her penis, trailing upwards ever so slowly. At each connection of your lips her mouth twitches slightly, a particularly long and sucking one even gets you a full rotation of her jaw, but you don't get the real show till you find that spot again and really give her your all. Her face tightens, scrunching all together as much as possible, then her head sags forward as her mouth opens, lips twitching into the start of words that never form. The sight of it make you wish that you had a spare hand to help yourself, you can feel the way your cunt pulses with each new micro-expression she makes. Maybe next time you can get her to lend you her foot to grind on, or perhaps one of those pillows out in the waiting area, they need replacing anyways.
But before next time you've got a job to finish, and as you take her head back in your mouth and start deepthroating her again this time you keep your eyes looking up at her.
sad lesbian sex woth illi.. also maybe a bit creepy but like still sad. U cant have sex with her without it being weird ans creepy ok..
hi doll!!
oh illi my love, it's been too long since i've seen your face. big proponent for illi always being a little creepy/weird/offputting, it's part of her je ne sais quoi!
kisses xo
wc is 802, nsfw, p in v, under negotiated kink, breeding/pregnancy kink, illi x fem!reader
Illi doesn't know when June turned to July turned to August but summer is rapidly approaching its end. You're going to be leaving soon, your college starts nearly a week before hers, and last time Illi went over to yours she was shocked to find boxes of practically everything you own had overtaken your room. It's not enough, the time you had together, the claim Illi laid on you, the declarations of love, all of it. Illi needs something to ensure you'll come back to her, that you won't just let your romance fizzle out between the time you'll see each other next.
That's how you two end up on Illi's bed in a mating press. In the list of things you guys have done this sits firmly on the vanilla side, no convolutated set ups or toys to take it to the next level, just you two fucking without even a condom between you two.
Your nails are raking red lines down Illi's back, she hopes you're drawing blood. Each thrust you're egging Illi on, "more" and "please" and "Illi" coming out as little puffs of air. She can't loose this, can loose you, she'd sooner kill herself.
"Fuck, baby, baby 'm close,"
"Yeah?" Illi can see your brain working overtime to pull a sentence together. "Gonna cum?"
"Uh huh,"
You draw a particularly vicious line down her back. "Gonna cum in me?"
There's a stutter of Illi's hips before she gets back on her rhythm but you notice it anyways.
"Oh, fuck, you wanna?" Your eyes are blow wide, pupils dialated wide in arousal.
"Please," Illi might as well be ripping her heart out and giving it to you with this request. "Please, baby,"
Your mouth curls up into that wicked smile you have while taking control. "Beg for it,"
"Baby, please lemme cum in you. Please, wanna fill you up, wanna cum in you. Please, please, baby, need to stuff you so so bad. Please lemme cum in you, god baby, wanna claim you, wanna make you mine," Illi can feel what she's saying getting dangerously close to the truth but once she's started begging she can't stop herself. "Wanna knock you up, baby please,"
"Knock me up?" You repeat the words and Illi can't tell what you me. "You promise?"
"Yeah," Illi can feel tears poking at her eyes. "Gonna put a baby in you. Gonna put my baby in you. Gonna make you pregnant and make you mine. Fuck, I wanna babytrap you,"
"Do it, do it Illi, do it. Get me pregnant, knock me up, holy shit. Gonna swell up like a balloon with your kid. Gonna be round all over. 'nd my tits, they're gonna be fucking huge,"
"Close," Illi manages to get out.
"After me, baby, 'm close too. C'mon Illi, gotta get me pregnant, gonna be all pretty with your kid 'nd everyone will know 'm your and and—Ah!"
There's not much hope for Illi not immediately cumming after she sees your orgasm face. She rocks into you, trying to get her sperm farther and farther in, as if she can push them all the way to the finish line on her own.
She only stops when you reach up and slap her arm, making her pull out so you can lower your legs. You two reshuffle so your legs are tangled and Illi's ear is on your heart while your hand pets her hair. It's the same position you've taken all summer but instead of the way you useually melt into one puddle you guys are rigid. After a minute of silence you speak up.
"I don't really… want kids. Like, if I get pregnant now I won't go to college and I'll never leave this town and I'm not equiped for a kid, y'know?"
"I don't either, probably won't ever, I'm not the right kinda person for that,"
"Alright, well, what I do want is to be yours. I think that's why I was so on board, the thought of us being stuck together,"
Illi deflates in sheer relief. "Me too, oh my god, me too. I don't wanna be high school sweethearts, I wanna grow old together and die on the same day,"
"You mean that?"
"Yes, yes. Baby, I'm forever about you, nothing can change that,"
You pull her in tight. "Thank god. I love you Illi, I love you so fucking much,"
"I love you too, I wish we could melt into one person,"
"We can try, sounds a hell of a lot better than getting pregnant,"
Illi wraps her arms around you, lining up as much of her skin with as much of your as she can manage. "We can stay here till it works,"
Your hand wraps around the back of Illi's neck. "Sounds perfect,"
hi hun!!! can i request alien gee x reader?? i luv him so muchhh hed be so shy and sweet and horny,,, thank uu !!
-🐾
hi 🐾!!
i had so much fun writing for (sweet and shy) alien g, and i've been in such a hesitant alien mood recently so this was such a great way to get back into writing. i'm picturing 90s for the time period, in a vaguely rural area, a classic "alien ship landed in my backyard and now i've got to take care of them" setup, and also this look, but you're welcome to picture whichever ha look you'd like 🖤
wc is 2k, nsfw, p in v (slight alien anatomy), degradation, praise, mention of porn, alien!gerard x fem!reader
When you gave Gerard (the name the alien had chosen for themself) free reign of your movie collection you probably should've gone through it first. But you had needed to do other things and figured it'd keep them busy long enough to not have to field a million questions about the minutia of human life. You love the alien and their innate curiosity, but sometimes you have to do shit without being bothered, so movies were the obvious solution. You show them how a VHS player works and explain that they're make-believe stories about humans and they're hooked. When you had left they were watching the opening to The Breakfast Club, you figured it'd be a nice warm up to the format.
When you came back they were nose to screen while a guy plowed a girl from behind, telling her to "take it, you cunt!".
"Oh my god!" You screech as you cross the room, wildly pressing at the power button once you're close enough. "Oh my god! Where d'you get that!"
"The cabinet?" Gerard has fallen on the floor from shock.
"Jesus!" You eject the tape and toss it back and forth like something hot and dangerous. "You can't watch this!"
"Why not?"
"It's... it's improper. Okay? We don't watch porn."
"Porn?"
"This," You shake the tape over your head as you walk over to the trash. "People having sex on film."
"Why make it then?"
"Because other people like it," You open the can and toss it down. "This belonged to the old owner of the house, they 'forgot' it." You put quotation marks around "forgot", given the man was moving out to join his girlfriend he probably just didn't want it found. "It is not mine."
"Are these ones yours?"
And if you had a second to think about how Gerard found the porn rather than the fact they'd put on the most misogynistic one, perhaps you would've realized that they had found your porn collection. Instead you stare in shock when they show off the box of X-rated tapes and dirty magazines.
"...Are they?" Their antennas work like an animal's ears (you think they might be ears?) and right now one is upright while the other is sideways, a sign of curiosity matched by their face and voice.
"Yes." You bite the words out. "But porn is private, Gerard. You can't go digging through someone's porn."
"Oh," Their antennas flatten back. "Sorry."
And you can't stay mad long at them, especially not when they look like that. It's easy to drop your anger as you softly step over and collect the box from their grasp, confirming that all your items are in their correct spot. You give their hair a quick ruffle to let them know they're in the clear.
"It's alright, just, next time stick to the movies on the shelves, okay?"
"Which aren't porn?"
"No, they're regular movies." You slide the box back into it's previous place.
"Okay... which are you?"
You look down at Gerard, sprawled on the ground. "Huh?"
"Are you the," They pitch down their voice and add a gruff edge, "'ugh, yeah, take it,' or are you the," Their voice raises and becomes airy, "'oh, ah, aah, Ah!'"
"Don't, don't do that. It's also improper, in general we don't really talk about sex." The sound of their fake moans also sent you pulsing, which you don't need right now. "But I've got a vagina, er, the hole?"
"So you go ah?"
"Sure? But I don't sound like that during sex."
"What do you sound like?"
You point a finger down at them. "I am not fake moaning for you."
"Please?"
"No." You move to step around them, but a hand reaches out and grabs your pants.
"It doesn't have to be fake."
You stare down at them, at this angle you can't catch a glimpse of their crotch. "...What do you have?"
The antenna lean forward with them, "I could show you?"
And they sound so sweet and their fake moans still bounce around your skull and it's impossible not to pull them up by their suit jacket and bring them to your bedroom.
"Strip." You demand as soon as the threshold is crossed, already pulling off your tank top.
They have far more layers to pull off than you, so you sit back in bed in just your panties as you watch them undo each button of their shirt with more care than any of your past hookups. Eventually after the world's longest strip tease they get down to just the boxers, hooking both thumbs under and looking at you for permission.
"Go ahead," You lean forward, eager to see what's underneath.
When they pull down you're met with something that's almost a penis, with a few major differences. The first is that their isn't a ball sack, the shaft simply smooths down underneath. The second is that the entrance at the tip is far larger than a human's, you could probably fuck it with your pinky if you gave it a shot. The third is that the entire thing is textured, and not like a human's with skin and veins, but with ridges.
And just as an added bonus when you wrap your hand around it the penis reacts, curling back around you.
"Holy shit," You jack it carefully, earning a high nghh out of Gerard. "You sensitive?"
"Very,"
"Well," You slide off your panties, kicking them to join the rest of your clothes, "Don't want you to blow a load too soon."
You intend to invite Gerard up onto the bed to fuck you, but once your cunt is free and your legs are spread they shove their face right in, taking a firm lick.
"God, do that again." You grab their hair and shove them further in, enjoying how they lap at you. They aren't good at it, first time eating pussy, but they are passionate and quick learning, exploring it all and adjusting according to your noises. Eventually though you have to pull them back, lest you tip over before their dick is in you.
"You're the other one."
"What?" You're brain isn't working like Gerard's is, fresh off the edge and painfully human compared to their whatever they are.
"You're not the ah-ah-ah, you're the go on, take it."
"From the porn?"
"Yeah." They say it like it's obvious.
"Did you like how he talked?"
Even before they answer their antennas squish down, embarrassed. "It was fun... I like when he talked about ruining her..."
"Hmm, lie back, would ya?" You bring Gerard splayed out in the middle of the bed before straddling them. One hand plants to hold you upright while the other wraps around their dick. "You want me to ruin you?"
Both antenna shoot perfectly upright, the first time you've seen them this straight. "Please,"
"Yeah? Want me to take this dick and make it mine?" You're relying on old cliches that'd probably have anyone else laughing, but Gerard nods, eyes wide open. Pros of fucking an alien, you suppose. "You're such a slut."
"What's a slut?"
Cons of fucking an alien, you suppose. "Someone who'll have sex with anyone, they've got low standards."
Their head shakes. "I'm not a slut."
"No?"
"No, I'd only have sex with you."
It knocks the wind out of you, and after you both cum you'll talk about it, but for now you say "My personal slut then. Only for me to use. Gonna make you take my fat pussy and get you addicted to it."
You very nearly laugh at that last sentence, because what? But Gerard's eyes roll back and they grip the sheets while moaning "please", which takes a much higher precedent.
"C'mon, take my pussy." You set the tip against your pussy lips and it straightens, as if recognizing what it's about to do. "You want it so bad, I can tell. Made to fuck me."
And then you start to sit down, letting a low groan out as slowly, bit by bit, Gerard stretches you out. Below you they claw at the sheets, gasping so much you're almost scared they're hyperventilating. Eventually skin meets skin and you take a deep breath, the ridges are unlike anything else you've taken and you're not sure you can ever go back to human dick after this.
"Please," One of their hands slides across your stomach, petting you like a cat. "I need your pussy."
"Do you?" You shift your hips in a circle, feeling their dick writhe inside you. "How bad do you need it? Hm?"
"I-uh," Again the hand comes up to pet you, "I, mmh"
"C'mon," You push your stomach up to encourage them to keep petting, "If you want it you gotta beg for it."
They open their mouth and you expect another strained "please" or moan, instead a clicking sounding phrase comes out. You recognize it from the first day when you were both making introductions, it's their native language.
"Oh wow, my pussy so good it made you dumb."
Their hand presses into your belly while they nod, more clicks coming out of them.
"You must need it bad," You put your hands down to balance yourself, "I was joking about ruining you," you start to lift up, "But clearly your dicks too weak to resist me."
You slam down before rising again, the dick inside you twisting and turning like crazy. You have no clue how in control of their dick Gerard is, but there must be some level because when you keen at the touch of it against your g-spot it focuses in on there.
Their clicks keeps rising and rising in pitch, patterns growing faster with each bounce of your hips. Your own mouth isn't much better, dirty talk rapidly becoming moans. You can feel your orgasm approaching, faster than it has with anyone else. The thing that does it in is when you take one hand and place it on Gerard's torso before raking your nails down, leaving a red line on their impossibly pale skin, it causes their dick to vibrate right as it presses against your g-spot and you're spasming around them, pussy trying to milk their cock.
You keep rocking till it's too much, till you have to get off lest you cry. As you sit on the bed Gerard whimpers at the loss of your warmth. You kindly shush them as your hand moves to wrap around them.
"I'm not gonna leave you dry, don't worry." You softly kiss their cheek as your hand pumps up and down, "It's just too much for me to keep going, alright? Had my orgasm and I was too sensitive, hm?" They don't respond to you, too busy clicking while your thumb press the hole at the head of their cock. "Did so good for me, baby. Perfect little cock for me to use." They're twitching and shuddering, but make no move to make you stop so you keep jacking them off. "Why don't you cum for me? Did so good you deserve an orgasm too. C'mon, baby, cum for me."
You talk praise as Gerard clicks and shudders more and more till they freeze, eyes rolled so far back it's only white and mouth hung open. What comes out of the top isn't cum, far too thin for that, but neither is the second secretion, a thick purple goop like lube.
You'd like to ask Gerard why the hell they cum twice per orgasm but they don't seem in a(n English) speaking mood, hands grabbing you to pull you down next to them as their clicks (at a slower quieter rate) resume. You move one hand to fidget with their hair as they pet your stomach. You turn your head to press a kiss on their ear before whispering:
"Next time you wanna watch porn ask me, I've got tapes way better than that one."
godddd i am always thinking about ray……. something something ray toro creampie-ing me andddd send
hi sweetheart!!
you and me both, doll. what i wouldn't give to have a chance... something short and cute today
kisses xo
wc is 298, nsfw, p in v, creampie-ing, ray x afab!reader
"Pleasepleasepleaseplease, Ray I need it," You keep trying to grab at your boyfriend but he's so soaked in sweat that your hands keep sliding off. "Ray, Ray please!"
"I gotcha, I gotcha, baby," His curls hang limp around his face, sweat dragging them down. "Cum for me, cum for me then I'll do it,"
"You're mean!" Which is the first time you've ever said that to a man trying to make you cum. "Ray, Ray, baby, you gotta," When your hand slides off his back this time you don't try and grab at him again, instead you bring it between your legs and rub at your clit. "Fuckme… ye-eah, yeah, god, Ray, please," It's closing in on you, no chance of backing away from the edge. "Ray, I-I'm gon-na cum, oh god, oh!"
Right before the orgasm hits it's peak Ray above you shouts and you finally finally get what you've been asking for all night. You swear up and down you can feel the warmth of his cum as it fills you, making a home inside your pussy. The noise it makes is obscene, wet and squelching and so hot that if you hadn't just cum you could've probably done it just from that. Ray is pumping through his orgasm, pushing it in and squishing it out, till he finally stops moving and lays on you.
"Thank you, thank you, baby, thank you," You pet his hair like a cat. "Did so good, love you, baby, just did absolutely perfect,"
Ray presses a kiss into your hairline.
"You tired? Wanna go to bed?"
You feel him nod.
"Go to sleep, baby, you did such a good job, go to bed,"
You're following him close behind, sleep tugging at your eyelid, comfortably stuffed with Ray's cum and cock.
dee may i request older dilf frank and his younger insatiable gf sigh i miss dilf frank fics :(
no dead dove please just them being like moderately kinky some choking some spanking and some dirty talk :/
hii v33!!
some nice moderate kink just for you! a nice palate cleanser between my darker fics :]
kisses xoxo
wc is 1.4k, nsfw, daddy kink, (cnc) spanking, oral (f receiving), dilf!frank x younger gf!reader
You weren't provoking him, per say, just... having fun. And if Frank happens to get worked up then that sounds like a him issue, not a you issue. Not till you get home at least. Once that door closes behind you two, all bets are off and Frank's hand is on your throat.
"What are you wearing?"
The pressure isn't too much, just enough so you know that it's there without making it impossible to answer. "It's just a pair of shorts and a crop top."
"Is that what they're calling these nowadays?" He runs his hand around the waistband.
"The store called them y2k low rise."
"That store must have a sense of humor because I'd call these a belt." He pops the button and pushes down the zipper. "I have no clue how I didn't see your..."
You should probably try looking more apologetic, but all you can do is smile when Frank finds your surprise. "What is it, Frankie?" You say sugary sweet.
"You slut." He presses the fingers in once and when you reach up to wrap around his wrist and squeeze back he starts tightening. "You've been walking away without panties all day? Showing off your ass to everyone who passed. Bet some lucky bastard got a look at your pussy too, these barely cover it. What else is under here, huh? You stick a plug or a vibe in you as well?"
"Nuh-uh," You can just barely get those words out.
"Oh yeah? Maybe I should check anyways." Frank removes his hand. "Take those shorts off and bend over the couch arm."
You set your base firm when you bend over. Frank isn't going to find anything and you both know it, he wants you bent over for another reason. His hands pull your cheeks apart, putting your cunt and asshole on display. He massages them as he continues his investigation, warming your ass up for what's to come.
"I don't see any plug..." One calloused finger swipes between your pussy lips, "but you've been a naughty girl today anyways, hm?"
"What d'you mean?"
His palm settles on your cheek. "No panties, tiny shorts and top, plus I saw you flirting with the barista. You know to be better than that."
"But Daddy," and if the way you're pushing back into his hand wasn't an indicator of your desire how you deliver out that word is, "I'm just having fun."
"I don't give a fuck if you're just having fun, you're my girl and follow my rules." The hand leaves your ass. "I think ten will be good."
Crack.
"Ah! Noooo," you draw out that word long as you can, Frank always pauses after the first spank, your chance to safeword or ask for more. "Daddy, no, I don't want to be spanked."
You toss your head over your shoulder once you finish, pouting at him. You're not surprised to find him holding back a smile, your acting skills are so bad you wouldn't even make it in the porn industry.
"No?"
"No, Daddy, you're so mean," You arch your back in contrast to your words, "I don't deserve to be spanked."
"I think you do, baby. In fact," You hear that reward of a belt buckle being undone, "I think you deserve more."
"What?" You face forward again, "Daddy, no."
"Daddy, yes. Ten with the belt and then I'll decide what you need from there."
You whine in mock-protest, take in a deep breath at the touch of leather on ass, and then jolt when it collides.
"Count."
"One, Daddy." The count is your way of accepting the punishment, signalling to Frank that you've agreed to his terms.
Crack.
"Two, Daddy." You can feel the lines of pain, sharp and tender already.
Crack.
"Three, Daddy" Frank is good with the belt, getting you in places he hasn't hit yet
Crack.
"Four," You have to take a deep breath before you can get out "Daddy."
"Careful," Frank's hand pets along your back, "don't want to cause more trouble,"
It's his way of double checking, sometimes a punishment starts and you realize you underestimated the toy or overestimated yourself. It's easier to adjust the scene and continue the fun rather than hit your limit and hurt yourself.
"Sorry, Daddy." and then just so he knows for sure you're fine you say "Green."
Crack.
"Five, Daddy." Halfway done. The spanks have leaned towards your left, so now Frank walks around you, hand brushing over your reddening ass, before he continues.
Crack.
"Six, Daddy." By now some of the hit overlap each other, just the very edges, and combine that with the previously untouched skin freshly spanked it sets you alight.
"Doing so good, baby."
Crack.
"Seven, Daddy."
"See, you don't need to be naughty."
Crack.
"Eight, Daddy."
"You know how to be a good girl. You don't need to act out for my attention."
Crack.
"Nine, Daddy."
"You just need to say please, right baby?"
Crack.
"Ten, Daddy." Your ass is sore and red and your cunt is wet and needy. "Please, Daddy."
"That's my good girl. Stand up?"
With Frank's help you get back on your two feet and spun around so now you face him.
"Can you stay like this while I eat you out?"
"Yeah..." You put your hands on the armrest to steady yourself.
He kisses your lips before kneeling down. It's such a flip from the usual way one of your on your knees goes that you can't help the pulse of your pussy. It only gets worse once Frank dips in, regardless of the set up he knows how you like it and this is no difference. He dips his tongue in and out, feeling around the labia between tongue fucking you. Eventually he moves his mouth up to play with your clit, sucking and flicking it, while one of his hands helps at your entrance. It's perfect and everything you need and couldn't get better till his other hand comes up and grabs your soft aching ass and squeezes.
You know you're a painslut, accepted it long ago, but it's still mildly embarrassing when after being spanked by a belt makes you wet the thing that tips you over is not your incredibly hot older boyfriend eating you out but him further assaulting your ass. It does have the benefit of when Frank comes out from under you though he looks totally debauched, covered in your pussy juices and pupils dilated from either a lack of light or arousal.
Your sad to find it's the former tonight when your foot investigates Frank's crotch to find his dick decidedly flaccid.
"I'm not 20 anymore," he bats away your hand, "I already came today."
"Yeah, like," You crane your neck to find a clock. "five hours ago when I sucked you off."
"And you really did me in." His knees crack as he stands up.
"I also came five hours ago and I'm fine, I could go again."
"That's because you're young and spry," He tosses your shorts your way, "When you're my age you'll also only get one orgasm every 24 hours."
You huff, bottomless because putting rough denim against your recently orgasmed cunt isn't an appealing idea. "Pop a viagra? I want you to fuck me."
"No." Frank is organizing the collection of items you two dumped at the door in your haste to arrive at punishment.
You lay yourself as seductive as possible along the couch cushion and place two fingers prominently on your clit, circling softly while you whine "Daddy, please."
Frank is far across the room right now, despite this the look he cuts at you is just as effective as when his hand was around your neck. "Put one of those cute remote control vibes up your pussy, and if you can put off cumming the rest of the day then maybe I'll fuck you."
You basically run the way to the bedroom. This isn't a game you lose, either you don't cum from Frank's control of the vibe and he'll fuck you, or you will cum and he'll tie you down and pull orgasm after orgasm out of you till he's had enough. Either way tonight is looking to be fun.
she tells you exactly how to touch yourself, and what to say, and makes you describe it back to her ughhhhh
hi dear!!
illi my freaky little perv 🖤 and her girlfriend my other freaky little perv 🖤 i had a fun little time with this one, i always adore doing dialogue so phone sex is kinda right up my alley. hope you enjoy!
kisses xoxo
nsfw, wc is 542, mutual masturbation, fingering, dildo, term "clit" used for illi, part of just a fantasy..., illi mcmillin x fem!reader
"Please, Illi," You pitch your voice up and breathy while you scissor your digits in and out of your cunt. "I wanna use my dildo so bad, baby."
"You don't sound like you want it."
"I do, I do, I do, I do. Please, I wanna use the one that sorta looks like you, the purple one, please, gonna pretend it's you fucking me, Illi, please."
She inhales sharply. You hit the right notes. "You can't take your fingers out while you get it."
"Wait, I gotta..." You shuffle around the phone so it's still pressed to your ear before you rummage through your drawer. "Found it!"
"Good, suck it for me."
You place it in your mouth and make a large slurp sound in hopes it'll travel through the phone and Illi can hear it.
"Still fingering yourself, baby?"
"Uh-huh" The noise is muffled around the silicon and the reminder encourages you to up the motion.
"Good, here's what you're gonna do, you're gonna take the dildo out of your mouth and put it up to your cunt, you're only allowed to remove your fingers when I say you can use the dildo, alright?"
You pull the dildo out of your mouth and move it south. "Yes, Illi."
"Such a sweet slut for me." She bites back a groan, you wish you were in charge so you could force her to be loud. "You want me to tell you what I'm doing?"
"Please." So far it's all been talk of you, your lack of knowledge of what she's doing has made your mind spin in all sorts of dirty directions.
"I don't know if you remember, but last time you were over here you forgot your panties."
"Forgot" your ass, you know she shoved that pair away in one of her piles of shit while you weren't looking.
"You found 'em, babe?"
"Mhm, wanna guess where they are?"
"Are they 'round your clit?"
"Fuck, so smart baby." She groans loud and unabashed, "Yeah, I'm fuckin' your panties."
"Illi," You rock on your fingers, dildo waiting for the word. "Illi, please."
"Do it, baby. Fuck yourself for me."
You let a large high moan escape when it slides in. Overdone? Perhaps, but swear you can hear how Illi speeds her hand in response.
"How's it feel baby?"
"So good, so so good. Fuck. Wanna just stay on it all day everyday when I can't be with you."
"Don't go too fast."
You let your annoyance come in the form of a long whine, bringing your thrust to a painfully slow in-and-out.
"You gotta do something for me first, baby."
"What?" You'd do anything if it meant getting to
"Say thank you."
"Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Thank you for letting me fuck myself. Thank you for telling me how. Thank you for helping me. Illi, Illi, thank you. Thank you so much baby. Thank you for letting me use my dildo. Thank you for using my panties. Thank you, thank you thank you."
You hear her heavy breath over the phone, imagining how she must be forcing herself to regain control after your shameless dirty talk.
"Fuck, go as fast as you want baby, and make sure you're loud."
drunk revenge!ray creampie-ing reader.. he fingers you way too impatiently, no rhythm or whatsoever and despite his state he could still flip you over with ease. drunkenly confess he’s always wanted to knock you up, hips stuttering and his words flattering when he’s close….
hi lovebug!!
2004 warped ray could creampie me anyday of the week.... well honestly any version of ray could BUT TODAY WE'RE GOING 2004 WARPED!! reader's got her own band in this one tho i don't give any specifics about that, hope you like it
kisses xo
wc is 2.5k, nsfw, dubcon, drunk sex, public sex (though no one sees), creampieing, size difference (minor)
Warped Tour's reputation is an accurate one. By the end of the first week you'd learned who to go to for your fix of whatever you'd like and seen more than one shitty guy try to convince some poor fan that tour bus sex is anything other than cramped, inconvenient, and incredibly unsexy. It's the worst parts of the scene shoved into a moving circus across the continental USA, but if you know where to look the good parts are there too.
Ray's the good parts. All of My Chem is, to be fair, but Ray's the best of all of them. He's not always drunk or high or both like Gerard, he doesn't sleep with anything within the bus lot with two legs and a mouth like Mikey, he doesn't antagonize you to the point you want to strangle him for the sake of his own entertainment like Frank, he's slower and steadier.
You trust him in a way you can't with most of the men on this tour, that's why after dark when the not-parties-because-you-can't-call-them-parties start you'll end up clinging to him. He's a real gentleman about it too, doesn't push you off and tells the guys who are trying to get you to fuck off, plus at the end of the night he walks you back to your bus. You don't need him too, you've walked through seedier places than Warped's bus lot drunker than you get here, but you appreciate it.
Honestly it was inevitable that the boyfriend jokes would start up. It might be low hanging fruit but to your bandmates it tastes just as sweet. They make fun of the way you force yourself up bright and early at noon to be ready for My Chem's 1 pm slot, say that your boyfriend's in the crowd when they spot Ray offstage during your soundcheck, tell you to "have your boy bring you back before 3 am" whenever you head out at night. It's harmless, the same sorta jokes you guys make about anyone that someone looks at twice, right up until That Night.
That Night (capital T, capital N, italicized) Ray had walked you back like normal as you two discussed the best album openings. You had been in the middle of making some point when you had arrived to the bus and not wanting to end the conversation on an unfinished point has leaned against the side and continued talking. You'd been one sentence away from proving your case when the bus door swung open and someone stuck their head out and asked "Are you two done making out?"
It didn't matter that you sputtered out about how you two weren't like that and how your bandmate was gross for even thinking that, they shrugged and told you to kiss goodnight before heading back in. When you turned to Ray again gone was the open relaxed look from the conversation. Something in his face was pinched, like he was hiding his true feelings behind a door he was holding closed. You tried to apologize and he just shook his head and told you good night before going to his bus. He didn't hug you or wait to see you punch in the code, just turned and walked off into the night.
It hurt.
It hurt more the next day when you went to My Chem's set and got more attention from Frank than you did Ray.
Then later when Mikey (who was definitely hooking up with someone in your band) was the only one who showed up at your set it hurt.
It hurt the most when Ray straight up avoided at that party, earning you a sympathetic face from Gerard as he passed you to hand Ray another beer.
So maybe you didn't pace yourself that night. Maybe you broke your personal rule of water between every drink and maybe you went shot to shot with some asshat who called your band "chick music" last week and beat his ass and maybe you "forgot" to have dinner tonight to get plastered faster but you don't feel too bad because Ray's not looking too hot himself. He's usually on the more conservative side of drinking, not a straight edge but the next closest thing on this tour, and tonight you've seen him drink like a man dying of dehydration. One notable moment when you could officially say Ray was no longer buzzed but drunk someone got him to beer bong two beers in a row. It felt like (at least on your end) you two were competing to see who could get more fucked up, and you were winning.
When you nearly ate shit tripping over the air for the third time in what couldn't have been more than two minutes your bandmates effectively yanked your drink out of your hand and sent you wobbling back to the bus. It'd be fine, again, been drunker in seedier places, you didn't Ray to walk you around like some prince charming and then leave you after one shitty joke. You'll be fine.
Then you trip over the air for the forth time in three minutes.
There's a half second where you think that you're going to well and truly faceplant, see the ground rushing towards you, then you stop. You're real fucking confused, there's no way you summoned the core strength to prevent the fall and only the side of one foot and the back heel of the other are on the ground.
"You're drunk,"
That'd be why you didn't fall over then. Higher pitched than you'd think for a man his size and warm hands burning through your t-shirt.
"So are you," You push at Ray's arms around you but he doesn't budge.
"Less drunk," He pulls you upright and close, holding you like a kid with an oversized teddy bear.
After one particularly strong shove bears no fruits you give up on escaping. "What'd you want Ray, 'm trying to go to the bus,"
"You," His words seem to go straight from his mouth to your ear with how close you two are. One of his hands starts to knead at your waist. "I want you,"
You groan, too drunk and tired to sort through that right now. "Ray I wanna sleep,"
And this is the part where Ray should help you back to the bus. He'll walk you there and when he says good bye he'll promise to tell your bandmates that you're back safe. He should be saying things like "Almost there, one foot in front of the other" when you struggle to walk and let you lean on him. It's the same routine you've had all summer.
He says "no" and pops the button on your shorts.
"Ray?"
"I want you," He says it like repeating it will make you understand. "I want you. Just once, I need it,"
He pushing your shorts and panties down and you're just staring in shock because there's no fucking way that Ray Toro of all people is doing this.
"Ray, what are y'doing? Ray?" You don't really need to ask that when his hand is softly petting your pussy.
"Just once, please, it's all I need I promise," He pushes his head into the junction of your neck and shoulders, his hair tickling you. "Please, I can make you feel good too, 'm not rude,"
"You left me alone all day,"
"'m sorry," And the most surprising thing is that he does sound sorry. "I was an asshole. I should've talked to you 'bout the joke. I'll make it up, please?"
You're too drunk for this, Ray is too, and you're in the middle of the bus lot where anyone could walk by and see. But Warped isn't known for rational decision making and you think if you say "no" Ray will effectively disappear off the face of the earth for you.
"Yeah,"
Ray takes the invitation with glee, digging in with a little too much intensity and sliding one digit deep inside. Not too shortly afterwards a second digit starts poking at your entrance, looking for enough room to join its friend. You're attempting to rock on it, trying to hit that nice spot you like to focus on when you feel like penetrating while masturbating, but Ray's grip is so tight you can barely life a half inch.
You don't worry about that for long though because he's found the room for his second finger and is pushing it in, fast. You clench around him and he moans like he's already got his dick in you.
"You're so perfect," He start scissoring them, pulling you open and brushing on that sweet spot over and over. "You're like, like an angel sent from heaven. Pure 'nd pretty 'nd perfect. Holy shit I want you, angel, I want you,"
You respond with a full body moan because while he was talking he shifted his hand and now some part of it is digging into your previously ignored clit. You're close, really fucking close, when he yanks them out just as fast as he slid them in.
The cry you let out is wounded. You slam a fist against Ray's thigh in retaliation but he pays no mind.
This time when the ground approaches it's slower. You end lying on your back, staring at Ray for the first time so far. You take in his appearance as he kneels over you taking in yours. His hair is wilder than normal, like he's been running his fingers through his curls and fucking them up, his eyes are wide and his mouth slightly agape.
You watch as he undoes his belt one handed, the other holding himself up. Only once he's unzipped his fly does he push upright to yank his pants down as far as he can without standing up.
"I'm gonna fuck you, angel," He's back onto his hand as he says that, the other one now guiding his dick to you. "Gonna make it up to you,"
Ray at least enters his dick slower than his fingers though it's still faster than you would've liked. Once he's all the way in he pauses, letting you catch for breath for a minute. He grabs one of your hands and interlaces your fingers before pulling it up by your head and repeats it with the other. Only after he's placed both hands does he start fucking you.
It's fast and uncoordinated from the booze but at least there's return to that nice spot.
"Holy shit, angel, angel you're perfect. I need this, need you, need to fuck you. Heaven between these thighs, could die here 'nd be happy. You're all I need, angel. Please, angel, I need you,"
Ray is still muttering something far sweeter than a moment like this deserves but he sounds a million miles away as all your senses zone in on your pleasure. This time when it draws up on you Ray doesn't deny it, he fucks you as you cum, body seizing on the ground and pussy tightening on his cock.
"Perfect, perfect, perfect," You zone back in after your orgasm to Ray chanting that word. "perfect, perfect, so perfect. Angel, angel," You can see it in his face that he's close. "Angel, I-I gotta cum in you. Ne-eed to, angel. Neede-ed to-o s-since, fuck, since fir-irst day, first t-t-time I saw you. Ang-gel, angel ple-ease. Lemme knock you up, angel, please,"
You aren't sure what to say to that ask and probably couldn't form the words anyways with how the orgasm sapped the last of your energy out of you. You don't need to though because shortly after his plea Ray snaps his hips and lets out a moan that breaks halfway through. When you feel his cum filling you up you fight back, flailing to try and throw him off, but just like earlier he doesn't budge and you're forced to take it.
Ray pulls out at some point, you know that because there's nothing protecting your body from the night air anymore. You shiver when a pair of calloused fingers scoop up the bit of cum that's trickled out and push it back in. There's no search for more pleasure from you, just a clinical action to ensure that you don't waste a drop before Ray pulls your clothes back on.
"C'mon, angel," You're pulled up into standing. "Let's get you back to the bus,"
You two walk back in silence, Ray's guidance the only reason you stay upright. He lets you lean against his chest while you punch in the code. You use the railing to lug yourself up the stairs, using the forward momentum to keep you moving towards the bunks until you realize there's only one set of feet. You struggle to turn but eventually make your way back to the door, pulling it open to holler at a shrinking figure.
"You're gonna fucking leave me again?" And maybe it's a cruel thing to say but it gets Ray to turn around.
"I don't wanna be rude,"
"Ruder to leave. Tuck me in," You leave the door open when you go back to the bunks and halfway through pulling off your shoes it closes. You only hesitate a half second before shoving your shorts off in front of Ray, he's seen it all now, reaching in to grab sleep shorts. You don't change your top, your t-shirt and sports bra are fine to sleep in, and climb into the bunk.
Ray pulls your blanket over your body, smoothing it out so you're covered all the way from your toes up to under your chin. Satisfied with his work he leans in the small space to press a kiss on your forehead.
"Good night, angel,"
You close your eyes after he pulls the curtain shut, drifting off before Ray even opens the door to leave again.
~
You wake up to a headache that could kill.
"Holy fuck…"
"You awake?" The question is soft spoken but feels like a gunshot. You groan in response. "Thought so,"
"What time is it?" You open one eye to see a member of your band pulling you curtain the tiniest bit open and standing in the gap to block as much light as possible.
"Early enough that you don't have to wake up, but you should take pain killers. Be back,"
You listen to footsteps as items are collected and brought to you.
"Water, pain killers, and a gift from your boyfriend," Each item is carefully deposited in your bunk, you're glad everyone knows to minimize interacting with you when hungover.
It takes you until you're swallowing the pills to fully register the fact that you were brought three items. The water bottle and pill bottle are easily explained but the plastic bag…
A gift from your boyfriend, only one person that could be.
Inside the bag are four items. The first is a bottle of gatorade which you crack open and take a swig from, thankful for electrolytes. The second is a package of your favorite candy, and the name brand version too, not generic. The third is a folded piece of paper that just reads "Sorry angel, find me" which you were gonna do anyways, no way in hell would Ray get away with two days of that bullshit. The final item is… it's Plan B.
You shove the items back in the bag the resolutely turn over and close your eyes, you can think about this after the hangover is gone.
