Warning: NSFW, smut, riding, implied use of substances, dacryphilia.
Status: Completed.
Word count: 1.1k
Summary: Gerard reunites with the woman who once broke his heart after a brief, cruel teenage fling. For good old times’ sake.
Masterlist
I dated Gerard Way once. Briefly.
We were both fifteen years old. For, like, a month. Or maybe two…
It was a dare, really.
He had a crush on me. It was weirdly obvious and gross. I knew it. Everyone knew it.
One night at Maria’s house, filled with vodka in Gatorade bottles and those fruity cheap lip glosses that glistened like oil slicks and were popular in the 90’s, someone said:
“You should go out with him. You know, for shits and giggles.”
And I did. Because I was already leaving town. Dad got promoted and we were moving two states away and nothing was real at fifteen anyways.
I kissed him in the bathroom of someone’s sweet sixteen, in my little pleated skirt. I told him he was sweet.
He was surprisingly rebellious for a nerdy Jersey crybaby boy.
He also cried when I broke up with him.
I didn’t.
I was mean about it. I told people I broke up with him because he smelled. I told people I did it as a joke. I actually liked him too.
Donna, his mother, called mine that same evening to complain about the way I treated her son. I deserved it.
Almost ten years later, I’m back.
Back in Jersey, back in my parents’ old house, back in a body I’ve outgrown ten times.
Gerard called me. Gerard called me.
“Hey.” That was all he said. Like we’re still fifteen and I was still that girl with the tiny black dress and the razor tongue.
“I heard you were back in town.” He continued. “Do you want to come over?”
He lived in his parents basement now.
Same house. Different orbit.
His younger brother moved out for college, and Gerard was down there like vampire dwelling in the dark.
There was a mattress on the floor, no bed frame, and piles of notebooks stacked around.
He smelled like cigarettes and sweat.
But his eyes were still sweet and kind. I felt bad for him.
“You look—” I started, then stop.
Because he did. He looked fucking wrecked.
Cheekbones sharp from hunger, he lost a ridiculous amount of weight it couldn’t be healthy… Hair dirty and greasy, tubs of prescription pills and half drank liquor bottles around the floor.
“I’m working on an album,” he mumbled. “It’s… it’s stupid. I don’t know.”
He sat down on the mattress.
I walked around the room. I touched everything. I always did that when I’m uncomfortable, paw through other people’s lives like a raccoon in the middle of the night.
Some sketchbooks were open. Lyrics everywhere. Scratched out lines. Scribbled hearts. Bloodstains, maybe. Or ink. Same difference.
And then I read it. That one.
“I’m trying to let you know just how much you mean to me.”
“And I feel like there’s nothing left to do but prove myself to you.”
I snorted. “Aw. Who’s she? You got a weird little girlfriend?”
I didn’t expect him to answer, but he did.
“You,” he said. One syllable. Landed like a fucking bomb.
I froze.
He wouldn’t look at me, he was sitting there picking at a loose string on his sleeve.
“You wrote a love song about me?” I laughed, high-pitched and involuntary. “From when we were fifteen?”
He shrugged, miserable. “I never got over it I guess.”
My heart turned inside out.
It was like licking a knife and liking the taste.
“Gerard,” I whispered, softer this time.
And I wanted to say something nice. I really did. But I’m not a nice girl. I never have been.
Instead, I crawled onto his lap and pinned him down.
“You still cry when you’re touched?” I asked, mouth to his jaw, teeth grazing his pulse.
He nodded.
“Good,” I said and straddle his hips.
His hands were shaking. His lips part, barely breathing.
I pressed my palm to his chest and felt the erratic thud of his pathetic little heart.
“You gonna beg me this time?”
“Please,” he whispered.
“Louder.”
“Please.” he mumbled.
“I said louder-“
“Please…” he sobbed “My parents are upstairs… please don’t make me do this.”
“Good” I laughed “At least they’ll know their twenty five year old son is not a pathetic virgin.”
I grabbed his wrists, pinned them over his head. I kissed him. Too much teeth.
“Bet you touched yourself thinking about me,” I whispered into his mouth.
He moaned. I felt his moan in my cunt.
“You did, didn’t you?” I laughed. “You still disgust me.”
He nodded. Again. Again.
I grinder down onto his cock, still clothed, watching him twitch underneath me.
He liked to be tortured like this. We never actually fucked when we were teenagers. I’d just tease him like this. Fully clothed, until he came in his pants and blushed about it.
“You want to cry for me, baby?” I asked, hands trailed down to undo his jeans.
“Yes.”
I pulled his dick out. Spat on my hand. Stroke him once, twice… slow and cruel. I made him get rid of my own jeans and panties, letting him touch the wetness around my sex. It was the first time he touched me.
And then I fucked him. He whimpered the entire time. Tears down his soft pale cheeks. I rode him harder. I had to admit I was scared of hurting him at first.
“You wrote a fucking love song about me,” I growled, tightening my grip around his throat. “That’s the saddest shit I’ve ever heard.”
“I loved you,” he gasps, breaking. Past tense… ouch.
“I know,” I said, hitting my hips harder against his.
I did it until he sobbed, until he begged.
Until he came with my name in his mouth like a rosary.
I didn’t even come. I enjoyed his tears and begs. I enjoyed fulfilling his little fantasy of who he thought I was.
I roll off of him. I was sweaty, smudged and proud.
He curled into me like a dog with nowhere to go. His face was wet, hair dripping in sweat and oil. His eyes were still glassy. His chest was shaking. Poor thing.
“I never stopped thinking about you,” he said, as if I didn’t know that already.
“Of course you didn’t,” I smiled. I didn’t mean it in the wrong way, I felt for him.
I stared at the ceiling and for a minute… just a minute, I thought I wanted to stay.
Maybe because I liked being loved by something that never healed right.
Maybe I liked the version of me he never stopped believing in.
Or maybe I liked him secretly.
“Gerard” I spoke, as he turned to me, awaiting for my next words “Can you kiss me again?”
He held my cheeks almost immediately, this time the kiss was slow, tender. I noticed how soft his lips really were. He was a good man.
“You know… I am sorry.” I let out, holding him back.
PLEASEEE write something about alien gee mama… maybe he’s super subby and just wants to be used all day!! and gets upset when you dont want to so he just pounces like an animal in heat.. and tentacles too maybe? ><
an: this isn’t my usual type of writing so im sorry if its not how you imagined, plus i struggled with figuring out this dynamic a little ,but i tried! hope you enjoy it <3
warnings: 18+, smut, sub gerard/dom reader, tentacles, mama kink, uhhh i think thats all!!
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gerard has been curled at your feet for hours, naked and trembling, his pale skin flushed pink with constant need. he keeps nuzzling against your thigh, soft whimpers slipping from his pretty mouth every few minutes.
“mama…” he breathes, voice cracked and needy. “p-please use me. been so good all day… i- i can be your toy. just… please touch me. fuck me. i don’t care how, mama, I just need to be used.”
you stroke his hair lazily and he leans into it like a starving thing, eyes glassy.
“mama, please,” he begs again, rubbing his cheek against your leg. “i’m so empty it hurts. i’ll do anything. i’ll stay on my knees, i’ll warm you with my mouth, you can sit on my face for hours… just use your pathetic boy. please, mama…. need to be fucked stupid by you…”
no matter what you do, ignore him, tease him, give him the smallest touch, he only gets more desperate. his cock is aching, leaking steadily onto the floor, but he doesn’t dare touch himself. he just keeps whispering, voice growing hoarse:
“mama… mama, please. f-fuck you so good…. i’ll cry so pretty when you ruin me. use me all day. please don’t stop wanting me… need to be full.. need you to own me.”
you ignore him still. eventually his patience snaps. with a broken, animalistic whine, gerard pounces.
he launches himself at you like something feral in heat, shoving you back onto the bed with surprising strength. his hands pin your wrists above your head as he grinds his small, dripping cock against your thigh, panting hard against your neck.
“mama—!” he cries, voice wrecked.
that’s when you feel them.
four thick, slick tentacles, thrashing wildly. they’re a deep flushed purple, ridged and glistening with natural lubricant, writhing with clear hunger. two of them immediately shove your legs apart while another curls around your waist, holding you down. the thickest one drags its pulsing head up your inner thigh, teasing your entrance before pushing in with one greedy thrust.
gerard moans like he’s the one being fucked, eyes rolling back as the tentacle sinks deep inside you, stretching you open and curling against your walls, a broken cry escapes your lips at the pleasure.
“f-finally… mama…” he sobs, hips jerking as another tentacle joins the first, both of them fucking into you in messy, desperate strokes. “been waiting all day… needed to breed you… needed to use my tentacles on mama…”
the remaining tentacles wrap around your breasts and thighs, suckers latching on and pulsing while the two buried inside you thrust harder, faster, slick sounds filling the room as he loses himself completely.
he keeps babbling between broken moans, voice high and submissive even while his tentacles rail you without mercy.
“feel so good… i-i’m your good boy, right? … please c-cum- please let me fill you up all day…”
he’s shaking, drooling, completely feral now that he’s finally snapped and taken what he’s been begging for.
I absolutely HAVE to overstimulate Gerard and make him arch against the bed and clutch at the sheets
When he thinks it’s over, I just duck down between his thighs once again and don’t let up, even when his thighs are squeezing the sides of my head and he’s near tears. Bonus points if he feels a finger or two slip inside him, which makes him gasp and whine and buck his hips in a pleasurably melting haze of pain and satisfaction and post orgasm fog. BONUS bonus if you make him count how MANY times he’s come
Pairing: Gerard x Reader
Word count: ~ 2 600
Genre: Smut
Summary: (Y/n) has fun with how sensitive Gerard is, from making him cum in his pants to giving his first ever blowjob.
Kind of content: Humiliation / Overstimulation / Oral / Dacryphilia
Requested by @angie-migel
[Oki so what if— What if Gerard (basement) is like, super ticklish? Like, very ticklish. (...)] + [So ok what if reader gives Gerard (basement) his first ever blow job and Gerard is all whiny...]
The same calmness Gerard had earlier when he pressed up to my side, adorably babbling about how he just needed some cuddles as soon as he walked into my dorm some minutes after the lectures were over, is noticeably wearing out considering how he starts shifting around, which would be slightly better if his elbow wasn’t digging into my side every five seconds because he is simply never satisfied with any position he finds. Not to mention how the constant rustling has it harder to listen to anything playing on my phone given how he starts shifting around whenever I lower the volume and stilling whenever I turn it higher.
A sharp sigh escapes my nose as I put my phone aside and stare at the back of Gerard’s head, watching him shift around, staying still for a couple of seconds before he starts the whole thing again.
“Gerard!” I groan, poking his side in return, which compels him to let out a high-pitched scream, jumping on his place. “Stop!”
Freezing, Gerard takes a good moment to look back at me, doing so over his shoulder, his narrowed eyes scanning me up and down. “...I’m doing nothing.” His bottom lip sticks out in a pout.
“Yes, you are. Stop rolling around. You’ve elbowed me about four times, c’mon!”
“Sorry.” Gerard’s eyebrows knit together as he shoots me an apologizing look before he looks away. It doesn’t take even a complete minute, however, for Gerard to start doing the same as if I had never talked to him in the first place. I don’t say anything this time, though, only poking my fingers into his sides out of sudden. “(Y/n),” he cries out shakily, arching his back as his eyes widen.
“I told you to stop!” I can’t hold back a chuckle that erupts from my lungs and pull him by his shoulder so he is lying on his back, only smiling in return to the glare he shoots at me, accusing but also unamused. A red tone already dusts his cheeks while his chest rises and falls with quick breaths. “And you better not even try to deny it this time.”
“But I was just trying to find a nice position,” he mumbles almost inaudibly, clicking his tongue.
Instead of arguing, all I can bring myself to do is to roll my eyes, nodding in dismissal as I sit up and straddle Gerard’s thighs, not averting my gaze away from his as he follows me from under messy strands. “‘M gonna punish you now,” I tease with a chuckle, making Gerard gasp, but what leaves his lips once I am tickling his sides are not chuckles as well. He is... He is fucking moaning and whimpering.
Gerard’s hands fly to his face at the same time I stop tickling him, quiet sounds coming from him among his heavy breathing.
“...Baby?” I raise an eyebrow, running a hand up and down his forearm, soothingly. It’s not the first occasion in which I end up snatching an unexpected moan from Gerard because of how sensitive he is, but it’s always good to make sure, right? “You fine?”
“Y-Yeah,” he swallows.
“Good.” A smile tugs on my lips as I pull my hand away and only wait for him to look at me, his eyes peeking between his fingers, to start tickling him again, this time making him arch his back as a louder whimper escapes his lips when I reach a spot lower down his side. “Hey, uncover your face for me, hm? Let me see you,” I say softly, never stopping my motions, each hopeless reaction from him sending a particular rush down my spine.
Incoherent babbling escapes Gerard’s lips as he finally manages to uncover his face, letting his hands tug on the sheets instead, finally showing his pretty face contorted in pleasure. A louder whimper echoes through the room as he arches his back, thighs shifting under me and he is only held in place due to how I sit on top of them. “(Y/n),” he moans out in a way I need to give him a moment, my teeth sinking in my bottom teeth whilst I watch him, breathing heavily as if I was going through the same.
“Oh my, Gee, look at you,” I mumble softly at the sight of his tented up pajama pants, bulge clearly restraining against the thin fabric.
“Please touch me,” Gerard mumbles, words running one into another. “Fuck— Please, I need it so bad, (y/n), pretty please...”
“Shhh, not yet, okay?” I rub his side lightly for now, not even bothering to hold back a smile at how he lets out a complaining whine. “Let me test something first. You’re a good boy, I know you can handle it untouched, can’t you?”
Regardless of how his face falls a bit, Gerard does his best to him with a nod. “All for you.”
With a brief nod, I go on with my motions, tickling him through the thin fabric of his black shirt—afraid I’m going to hurt him if I touch the skin directly—and the moans and whimpers start to escape from his lips at the same moment, each time sounding more desperate according to how he squirms more in fruitless attempts of moving away from my touch or push his hips, thrust them into nothing in a search for friction. They barely change when I trace his perked up nipples through the shirt, twisting and pinching the nubs, only to have more moans from him. So adorable, hence I can’t stop myself from letting my fingers reach the most sensitive spots more often than not, gradually making an each time bigger mess out of him.
A whine comes from Gerard once I make a brief pause, adjusting my position above him given how I ended up moving a little given how much he was squirming around and my plans wouldn’t be successful if he happened to find some sort of touch against his cock.
It is quite impressive the way the sensitivity just doesn’t wear out at some point. If anything, things just get worse for Gerard with the unceasing touches, almost snatching a sob from him after some point. He arches his back, throwing his head back against the pillow, breathing becoming erratic and it doesn’t take long before a louder, higher-pitched moan escapes his lips, followed by a loud whimper.
“What...” I trail off, noticing the growing wet spot on the end of his bulge in his jeans. “Fuck, baby, I didn’t know you’d be that sensitive.” I almost let out a moan as I watch his hips buckling into nothing until he finally relaxes, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “Happy, Gee?” A grin tugs on my lips as I rub his sides soothingly this time, eventually slipping my hands under his shirt so I can rub his tummy. My eyes barely leave his pants, though, as I try to process that I actually made him cum untouched like this. “Was it good? Look at you,” I mumble, watching his eyes widen with embarrassment, but he simply looks away instead of covering his face now, probably too weak for it. “Came in your pants while all I did was to tickle you! That was so hot, baby, so hot.” I lean in to press a kiss to his tummy, actually earning myself a soft sound from him this time; the way he stops talking when he is such a mess like this is simply so sweet. “Now, let’s clean you up.”
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Yesterday’s events are still fresh in my mind, pulling my attention away from whatever the professor was saying during each lecture, clouding my mind with Gerard’s dirty moans and faces when I was tickling him yesterday. Thankfully, the constant distraction does not earn me any embarrassing moment—maybe my dumbass face was enough to warn people not to talk to me. I don’t really need to think much before I shrug in response to Gerard’s question about how my day was.
“Normal. What about yours?”
“It was good.” Gerard nods, fidgeting with his fingers and looking at the ceiling, as if he had never seen any of the posters hanging on the ceiling even if he was the one to tape them there.
“And...?” I raise an eyebrow, scooting closer to him. “What else?”
“And, uh...” His cheeks grow bright red at the same moment and his hands stop.
“What’s it, baby? Tell me.” I nuzzle his neck, mouthing lightly at the exposed pale skin, which quickly makes it rise under my touch with a shiver.
“I-I still want you to touch me,” he mumbles almost inaudibly.
“Oh, really?” I grin as I wrap an arm around him to pull him closer, snatching a small sound from Gerard as I rest my hand over his thigh. “And were you thinking about it all day, maybe? Remembering about how I made you cum in your pants without even touching your crotch? I bet it left you very needy, right? Did you touch yourself?”
“No,” he breathes, his own hand resting over mine on my thigh. “I... I want you to, um, to do it.”
“Good,” I sigh softly. “I’ll treat you so well.” I nibble lightly on the skin, enough to snatch a light moan from him before I can pull away.
“What are you doing?” Gerard furrows his eyebrows and I raise an eyebrow at him in return, settling myself down on my knees before him after pulling his legs apart lightly.
“Gonna blow you,” I state, which sounds more like a question. “Why? Something wrong with it?” I let my hands fall from his thighs, feeling the guilt slowly heave in my chest.
“N-No, it’s not that!” He cups my face at the same time, leaning in to peck my lips. “It’s just that, like...” He exhales, eyes averting away from mine while a red tone spreads across his cheeks, and pulls away from me. “No one, like, ever did that to me, y’know...” His voice is almost inaudible, in a way I wouldn’t be able to listen to him if his dorm wasn’t dead quiet.
“Oh, I get it!” I sigh softly, bringing my hands up to his thighs, running my hands up and down the clothed skin softly. “Just relax, okay? I promise it’s going to be good. You can always say the safeword.”
Gerard hums softly, small, watching me undo his jeans then start to pull them down along with the underwear. “Aren’t you, like, grossed out or something?”
“No, baby, I’m not.” I frown a little. “I’m doing this not only for you. Don’t stress over this. Again, just relax. I’ll make you feel so good.” My voice lowers to a whisper as I wrap a hand around his cock, watching him sigh softly as I start pumping it, moving my hand slowly and tightly, enough to draw a few quiet moans now and then, each time more according to how hard he gets.
A gasp comes from Gerard once my tongue touches his tip, only a brief and simple contact before I can actually trace the area with my tongue and start to take him in my mouth, only more and more motivated by how vocal he becomes, hands tight around the sheets by his sides. My name is barely recognizable as it escapes Gerard’s lips in a whine and he simply grows louder according to how things continue, even letting out a louder moan when I hollow my cheeks around him and start moving my head, needing to keep a hand on his hip to remind him not to thrust forward—at least not yet, I don’t want it to happen yet.
“You taste really good, baby, y’know that?” I grin, looking at him through my lashes before I mouth against the side of his cock, running my tongue against the veins protruding on the skin. Gerard moans out something in a questioning tone, so I hum in some sort of response, still having my lips locked around him, which has another pleased sound coming from him.
The familiar sour taste is already there when I press my tongue down to his slip so I can go down on him again, humming softly and swallowing once my nose meets the skin on the base of his stomach. His thighs quiver under my hands. How lovely.
My tongue trails the tip of Gerard’s cock once again, but I make sure to work my tongue against a spot under it since he had shuddered the last time my tongue traced there. I continue the sucking motions despite the focus on a specific spot, my hand closed and pumping the uncovered area.
My lips pull away from him with a wet sound, and a string of saliva left behind that is quickly broken and falls on my thumb instead. Gerard, on the other hand... Well, he whines shakily.
“Gee, baby?” I look at him, my heart heaving again because he has been a little quieter than usual, not to mention how he’s biting down on his fist, with a few tears escaping the corners of his eyes to slowly trail down his cheeks. “Are you alright? Did I hurt you?”
Gerard takes a few seconds to answer, letting out a whiny sound once he inhales again. “N-No, it’s just s-so good that it burns!” He presses his eyes shut, compelling more tears to trail down his cheeks, and sniffles a little whilst a few choked sounds come from him. Watching him cry because it is actually too fucking good makes something stir in my lower stomach, heading directly down between my legs.
“You look so good when you cry for me like this, y’know? So fucking pretty,” I groan softly, tightening my hand around him in a way his legs—and cock—twitch at the same moment. “Makes me want to fuck you at the same moment. I would do it, y’know?” My thumb grazes the same spot my tongue pressed on repeatedly earlier, having him whine loudly again, hips jerking forward. “But right now, I’m only focusing on pleasing you, giving you a good first experience with this. Otherwise, I’d be ruining you already while making you look at me so I can see that pretty face of yours.”
“(Y/n), please,” he moans before his words start to sound like nothing but nonsense, lost among his cries with how I insist on the spot.
Gerard’s body noticeably relaxes once I start taking him in my mouth again, once more hollowing my cheeks around him, moving faster this time as my fingers sink into his bare thighs, leaving behind such pretty bright red marks on his skin, a contrast to how white his knuckles have become due to gripping at these sheets.
“Fuck!” Gerard’s whines become more high-pitched, voice stained by tears, with how I continue my motions, each time more frantic until there it is. Gerard cums with no warning, especially long, moaning loud and desperate as I keep my mouth around him, milking him dry until almost each motion of mine makes his thighs quiver with the threatening overstimulation.
“So?” I ask, voice hoarse, but I can deal with it; I rub his thigh lightly, chuckling a little once he flops back on the mattress, so I climb on the bed to take a closer look. “Good?”
“Awesome,” he mumbles, eyes on the ceiling with a lazy gaze, hair messy and forehead sweaty. He looks so prettily fucked out. All of it my job.
ok, we've talked about gerard with a younger reader, but hear me out. bullets gerard with older reader
“Disappearing Acts”
sub!bullets!Gerard x dom!older!gender neutral reader
Warning: NSFW, smut, alcohol use, age difference, submissive Gerard, multiple orgasms, oral sex (Gerard receiving), anal play, mentioned threesome.
Word count: 1.5k
Authors note: I don’t know if this is any goooood. I’m so sick and wrote it while being very feverish and sleep deprived so.
Masterlist
The New Jersey bar was a dive, dim lights and sticky tables, and also that jukebox’s 90’s pop classics. You were out with your friends, a lively group in your early thirties who lived for nights like these; filled with gin and tonics, annoying laughter and the occasional scandalous gossipy story. You’d already knocked back a few cocktails, the alcohol buzzing through you, making your skin tingle and your confidence soar. Your friends knew your reputation all too well: when the drinks flowed, you had a habit of vanishing into the night with some intriguing stranger. They found it hilarious, always teasing you about your “disappearing acts.” Tonight, as you caught their knowing smirks across the booth, you felt that familiar pull to make mischief.
Your gaze landed on a group of men across the bar. Victims. One stood out: a pale guy with messy black hair, mid-twenties, you reckoned, dressed in a faded band tee, an old leather jacket and loose jeans. He was hunched over a napkin, sketching something, while his mates— a curly-haired one with a warm smile, a skinny one with glasses, and a shorter guy with tattoos and a cocky grin, all chatted animatedly. The black-haired one seemed quieter, almost shy, his hazel eyes flickering with a mix of curiosity and nerves when he glanced up.
You slid out of the booth, ignoring your friends’ jokes. “And… off you go,” one muttered, raising her glass. “Text us when you’re home alive!” another called and you shot them a cheeky wink before drunkenly walking over to the guys in that table.
“You lot look like you’re having a laugh. Do you mind if I join?” you asked, leaning against their table with a tipsy grin.
The tattooed one smirked, pulling out a chair. “Go for it.” The curly-haired one nodded, and the skinny one shot a quick glance at the black-haired one, who blushed faintly but managed a soft, “Sure.”
His voice had a real Jersey lilt, nervous but sweet.
“I’m Gerard” he added, almost as an afterthought.
You gave your name, sliding into the seat next to him. The conversation sparked up easily, they were in a band, playing tiny venues and had an album out already. Gerard mentioned his background in comics, his voice lighting up despite his shy demeanour. You leaned in close, your knee brushing his under the table, your fingers grazing his arm as you smiled at his stories.
“Your lips would look gorgeous begging, you know?” you whispered at one point, your breath hot against Gerard’s ear. His face went scarlet, his eyes darting down. A small, nervous smile tugged at his lips.
His friends kept the conversation going, Frank was slinging one-liners that had everyone laughing, but you kept your focus on Gerard. He was weak, blushing every time you teased him, his responses were soft and hesitant. The drinks kept on flowing, shots of something sharp that burned your throat and the night blurred into a haze of flirtation and lingering touches under the table. Your friends caught your eye now and then, raising their glasses in mock salute, clearly amused by your game. They knew you’d slip away soon enough.
As closing time neared, you turned to Gerard. “You can walk me home, yeah? It’s not far.”
His friends grinned, Ray clapped him on the shoulder with a wink, wishing him a good night. Mikey, who you’d learned was his brother, asked for their house keys.
Gerard nodded quickly, almost tripping over himself to follow you. You waved at your friends, their laughter echoing as you left.
“Don’t break him!” one of your friends yelled, and you flipped her off playfully.
The night air was cool, sobering you just enough to sharpen your senses. You linked your arm through Gerard’s, guiding him down the quiet streets. He rambled nervously about his band’s last gig, but you silenced him with a kiss against a lamppost, your lips firm and demanding. He melted into you, a soft whimper escaping as his hands hovered uncertainly before settling on your waist. You smirked against his mouth, already knowing you’d have him exactly where you wanted.
Your flat was a cosy mess, books strewn across shelves, fairy lights casting a warm glow, a half-empty bottle of red wine on the counter. The door barely clicked shut before you pushed him against it, your mouth crashing into his. You could taste the nerves in his mouth, his kisses were eager and yet submissive, letting you take the lead. You pulled back, cupping his chin gently to make him meet your gaze. “You’re gonna be a good boy for me, aren’t you?” you murmured, your tone leaving no room for argument.
“Y-yeah,” he stammered, eyes wide and pupils blown. “Whatever you want.. Yeah.”
You led him to the bedroom, your hand firm around his wrist. In the soft light of your bedside lamp, you stripped him slowly, savouring the way he shivered under your touch. His pale skin flushed pink, caressing his bare shoulders and he stood docile, letting you tug off his shirt and jeans. You pushed him onto your bed, his back hitting the mattress with a soft thud. He looked up at you, lips parted. Completely at your mercy.
Kneeling between his legs, you ran your hands up his thighs, feeling him tremble. “Aren’t you desperate?,” you teased, your fingers hooking into his underwear and pulling them down. His dick sprang free, hard and leaking, the tip glistening. You wrapped your hand around him, stroking slowly, watching his face contort with need.
“Please,” he whispered, his voice was already weak and you hadn’t even started yet.
You leaned down, your tongue flicking over the head, tasting the saltiness of the pre-cum and his sweat. He gasped, hips twitching, but you pinned him down with a hand on his stomach. “Stay still, baby,” you ordered, and he obeyed instantly, biting his lip. You took him into your mouth, inch by inch, your lips stretching around him. Years of experience made this second nature, you knew exactly how to work him, hollowing your cheeks, swirling your tongue along the underside, humming to send vibrations through him.
Gerard was a mess underneath you, whimpering and moaning, his hands gripping the sheets.
“Oh God, please, fuck,” he babbled, his voice was now high and desperate. You took him deeper, your throat relaxing to accommodate him, your right hand massaging his balls. His hips bucked slightly, but a sharp look from you made him still, his apologies tumbling out in a rush.
You kept the pace relentless, sucking hard and fast. When he started to tense, his moans turning into broken pleas, you didn’t slow down. “I’m, I’m gonna—” he gasped and with a final deep thrust on your throat, he came, hot and thick in your mouth. You swallowed every drop, working him through it until he was shaking. Poor Gerard was oversensitive and whining softly.
You pulled back, licking your lips, and smirked at his flushed and confused expression. Your hands caressed his face gently. “Do you think you can give me another one of those, baby?” you asked, with a soft command.
He nodded weakly, his chest heaving. “Yes, please… I’ll try my best,” he whispered, so submissive it sent a thrill through you. You didn’t give him time to recover, your mouth returning to his softening cock. You licked and sucked with deliberate slowness this time, coaxing him back to hardness. He whimpered, oversensitive but accommodating to you, his hands hovering near your hair until you nodded permission. His fingers threaded through gently, not daring to tug it.
You teased him mercilessly, grazing your teeth lightly along his length, then soothing with your tongue. Your fingers massaged circled on his ass, not entering but pressing just enough to make him arch off the bed.
“Please, oh, fuck me with your fingers, please,” he begged, face flushed completely “Fuck.”
“Not tonight, baby,” you answered.
That second orgasm built slower, his body trembling under the intensity, but when it hit, it was devastating. He came with a sob, his whole body convulsing, another smaller load spilling into your mouth as you took it all, savouring his surrender.
You crawled up beside him, letting him curl into you, his head on your chest as he caught his breath. His fingers traced patterns on your skin, his eyes were wide when he stared at you. “That was… I’ve never…” he trailed off, too overwhelmed to even say what he wanted to say.
You chuckled, brushing a lock of hair from his face.
“Maybe next time you can bring your cute friend with the tattoos,” you said with a wicked grin, watching his eyes widen in flustered surprise.
From that night on, Gerard was somehow yours. He sought you out at the bar, sent you shy e-mails with doodles and song snippets, his thoughts consumed by you.
Your friends cruelly laughed over brunch, demanding details, but you smirked, keeping it all to yourself. You knew you’d left him ruined for anyone who followed.
Sub Gerard, who cums and finishes SO hard whenever they get creampied. They love the feeling of being filled, of being claimed in such an intimate way if he’s in a loving relationship with someone
But otherwise? Just the warmth as it fills them up and drips down their thighs and from their winking, leaking hole
Bent over or laying on their stomach or back, doesn’t matter. BUT, if you eat him out or finger him afterwards? Eating out the cum or using it as lube to fill them again? He’s cumming SO hard all over again to point he nearly passes out 😮💨😮💨😮💨
I also absolutely need to fuck Desolation Row Gerard. Them coming fresh off the set
Looking like that and acting the way they did for the video, only for them an hour later to be laying on their stomach, hands gripping at the corners of the table or couch with their skinny jeans barely even halfway down their thighs as I fuck them from behind. The noises coming from them are just so needy and subby and strung out and they need more-more-more
Y’know what? Making Frank and Gee grind against each other on stage, clothed cock to cock with vibrators stuffed in their asses as you control the frequency and pulse and vibrations of their respective toys. Making them act ‘normal’ on stage, AKA, be as freaky as you want but don’t blow your cover to the crowd
I can see the both of them just losing themselves in the moment as they’ve both cum at least three or four times by this point. Gerard who can’t stop grinding against the speakers for the friction, and Frank who can’t stop himself from grinding against his guitar as they both constantly look backstage with pleading puppy eyes at you
They’ll get their own back with you later, when they’re both not absolutely exhausted and gooey and practically boneless from the sheer amount of times they’ve both creamed and finished inside their pants. Love being a feral creature like this LMAOOOO
