#vampire gerard

[mykeimikal]

inspired by Gerard crawling on the floor last show. now he's a vampire 🧛 (can you guys tell im super normal about their seattle show?)

[rayrardshipper]

I just found out that HER name is illi mcmillin SHES A TEENAGE GIRL

I TOLD MY FRIEWNDS BEFORE 4K VERS OF IM NOT OKAY THAT SHE'S A GIRL AND THEY LAUGHED AT ME. ANYWAYS SHES SO PRETTY LIKE AHHH 💖 (+ thats my fav Gee)

[kuoro427]

Autumn has come, and I’ve come alive again in the MCR fandom

[girbirty]

its almost halllowweeeeeeen 🎶

[cyberrslutz]

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ and the very silly way you grin ! ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ every little thing about you ♬⋆.˚

tags: @rileyisstuckinamoshpit @lizbizeeee @mewqqi @fake-ur-death89 @jetsetlifesgonnakillu @ayeshaerotica101

[the-ria]

Continuing on the vampire theme

[vampireswi11hurtu]

Ough vampire Gerard finishing in his pants while drinking my blood I didn't even have to touch him

Need some pathetic vamp Gerard.. gonna spill my mind here real quick..

Blood drinking (duh), cumming in pants, all the good stuff

You were sat on Gerard’s lap, his beefy thigh pressed up to your core as his big hands held you close. One on your hip, the other lifting your jaw up for him.

His fangs were buried deep in your hot flesh as he sucked, sending jolts of pain mixed with pleasure through your body. He couldn’t get enough of you.

Your blood dripped down to his chin and neck as he drank from you, groaning and moaning at the taste as he gulped down mouthful after mouthful of blood.

You were getting weak, lightheaded. It was like drinking one glass too many, inhaling a cigarette too quickly. Your head felt dizzy as you went slightly limp in his grasp, blood staining the side of your neck.

Gerard parted from you, panting heavily, pupils blown so wide, his eyes looked like two black holes, forcing you to stare into them.

His hips rutted up into nothing as he wiped his mouth with the back of his pale hand, the contrast of your blood against his skin sending a shiver through you. He licked his lips, grinning up at you like a maniac. His fingers dug into your hip as he jumped his thigh against your clothed cunt, sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine, coaxing a small moan out of your parted lips.

“So sweet, sugar. Yer fuckin perfect..” Gerard mumbled as he started to kiss your wounded flesh, licking the blood that remained there, along with his bloody lips, groaning in delight at the taste.

“Hhmp.. fuck..” he groaned, pinching your chin between his fingers and thumb, forcing you look at him. Your eyes were heavy and your head was numb. It was a hard task, but you managed. Gerard looked so pretty under you. The lower part of his face covered in blood, toothy, cocky grin showing as he stared up at you, tongue darting out to lick his lower lip.

“See what yer doin to me?” His voice was breathless as his hips rutted up, tent so visible, it almost looked painful. A moan choked out of him, head thrown back in delight, gaining pleasure from nothing but the taste of your blood on his tongue, and the way his cock deliciously strained against the rough denim.

Gerard chuckled breathlessly, head still thrown back, dark oily locks plastered to his sweaty, bloody face. He looked like a wet dream. And you actually felt half asleep, so it was a perfect fit.

“Gee.. hurts..” you managed to choke out, voice all weak and quivery as you buried your face in his neck. His big hand immediately flew to cradle the back of your head, fingers intertwined in your hair as he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead.

“I know, baby.. just one more sip, yeah? One more sip and I’m done.. promise.” He hurriedly mumbled out, licking his lips once again, before digging in.

You whined loudly and tilted your head back as you felt his fangs digging into your skin once again. It was getting too much. But you tried to focus on the way his fingers massaged your scalp, and the way his hand stroked your hip, dangerously close to your core. You hummed, easing yourself into it.

Gerard on the other hand, was a menace.

He moaned shamelessly against your neck, eyes rolled back in pure bliss as he slurped from you, hips shifting as pleasure swam through his body in long, almost uncomfortable waves. His hips snapped forward, desperate to be buried in something, but he was soon to find out that it was somehow enough for him.

His eyebrows frowned in pleasure as he parted from your skin, a long whine falling from his open mouth, strings of blood attached to it and to your wounded neck.

“Fuck- m gonna- holy shit..”

His hips snapped forward over and over again, like he was actually fucking you. “Ngggh, sugar, oh god..” He leaned in once more, licking and nibbling on you, getting whatever amount of blood that still remind there, and then he came.

With a long, pitiful, high pitched moan. Gerard came in his pants, his entire body shaking with it, fingers digging impossibly deep into your skin as he held you close, almost grinding you onto his thigh as he stared at you through half closed eyelids, looking drunk out of his mind, small whimpers falling from his mouth.

“Never gonna get enough of you, sweet thing..”

[darlingdazed777]

tbp!vampire!gerard x gn/nb!human!reader - smut

an: fourth fic yay!! i see alooot of people write revenge era gerard as a vamp but i cant help imagining tbp gee as a vamp!! just look at those white locks!! also i woke up to 30 followers?? oh em gee! it doesnt seem like much but i am genuinely so grateful mwah mwah mwah ♡♡

summary: gerard has been a vampire for a while, keeping it hidden from the rest of the band. but when he lays his eyes on you, one of the backstage staff he jus cant help himself!! u jus smell too good!! besides he better get to u before any other vamp stakes their claim !! he wants u allll to himself ehee

warnings: blood, biting, marking, blood sucking, unprotected sex, nsfw, smoking, vamp gee, feral gee, grinding, power imbalance, poorly described(?) sex scenes, being “high” on blood(???), i think thats all…

word count 3.2k

Your hands fidgeted with one another, it was your first day working as staff for a huge band. My Chemical Romance. You were originally supposed to be a fill in for tonight, just whilst the actual member of staff recovered from a cold. That was, until a manager pulled you aside to offer you the job full-time. Something about the previous guy leaving for better opportunities.

So here you stood, watching the band set up stage and rehearse; the music doing little to calm your nerves. You waited for instructions, moving cords and offering assistance to any staff member who needed it. Although you tried to avoid the band members themselves. Of course you were scared to talk to them. They were rockers with unusual style and unmatched lyricism.

You must have jinxed yourself. Your name was called from somewhere across the stage. With a frown you moved quickly, stepping through other personnel and making your way to the aforementioned manager. Her smile managed to relieve some of the tension from your shoulders as she led you to a more open area.

Your eyes began to widen as you were faced head on with all of the members of MCR. The same ones you had tried so hard to avoid like the plague.

“The band wanted to meet the newest member of staff.” She spoke as she turned to you. Your name fell from her lips as she introduced you to each member. Unbeknownst to her, you were dreading formal greetings between you all.

With a meek smile you shook each member’s hand, trying your best to be polite under all your stress. It wasn’t until you were introduced to MCR’s frontman Gerard Way, that you noticed the intensity of his gaze. It was more of a killer stare. Almost as if you were a piece of meat, something he could sink his teeth into. You internally cursed yourself. What led you to think such foolish thoughts? He was trying to be polite and maybe he just wasn’t a social person.

You managed a bigger smile, your hand trembling as he shook it. You tried to be well-mannered even more so with him: looking him in the eyes as he spoke, greeting him well, and overall trying not to turn into a stuttering mess under his watchful eyes.

“Hello sir.. It’s nice to meet you.” Your voice wavered, his hand still grasping yours. He had been holding your hand for an unusually long amount of time.

“Likewise.” He grunted out, pulling his hand from yours with strong force. You watched Frank from the corner of your eye. He gave Gerard a halfhearted glare, clearly confused by his closed off behaviour just as much as you. Truthfully you just hoped you wouldn’t lose your job the same day you were hired. Everyone moved together, ready to move to their stations before the show started. You lingered backstage, your mind working overtime to try and provide reason for Gerard’s strange behaviour.

Gerard watched you walk off, your scent so overwhelming you made his knees weak. Your blood was divine, truly like nothing he had ever smelt before. Gerard was, and is a vampire. a bloodthirsty monster who feeds on the innocent. Maybe not that last part. He liked to think of himself differently. He only drank when he really needed to, from any animal he could find. It kept him strong, satiated. Alas after so long it stopped appealing to him. It was bland, repetitive like a dog only eating handfuls of kibble for eternity. It was fine, enough to satisfy his bloodlust. He didn’t want to drink from others, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop once the metallic taste hit his tongue.

He prided himself on his control, his refusal for human blood and his ability to resist the temptation brought onto him in the form of scent. So to find himself stuck on your sweet smell confused him. You were ordinary, just another member of staff. How could your blood captivate him so quickly? He couldn’t bear being close to you. Your smell invaded his senses and dizzied him. Practically never in his immortal life did blood transfix him the way yours did.

He could still remember the day he was reborn. It had been the early 1960s and he had been walking home from a local bar when he was struck. The next thing he awoke to was blood, everywhere. On his shirt, dripping down his neck and staining his coat. He could also remember the rampage he went on soon after. All the lives lost, people who never returned home because it had been him who took their lives with no mercy. He had grown since that day, realising all he had done a year after his transformation. He had tried to starve himself before he met one of his kind. Who introduced him to animal blood.

Since that day he has not singled out his hearing to focus on a human's thundering pulse. Until now. You were standing backstage, far from him. His vision zeroed in on you fidgeting and shying in on yourself in a feeble attempt to make yourself seem smaller. He couldn’t help but crack a smile at you. You were a bundle of nerves, obeying orders without question and just trying to find your place amongst the rest. One part of him wanted to try and ease your tension, maybe ask if you were okay, calm you down in some way or another. But another part of him, the thirsty part of him wanted to order you away from prying eyes and sink his sharp fangs into you. His mouth filled with a mix of saliva and venom, causing him to swallow harshly. You were a snack he had forbidden himself from having. With each of your movements it was as if you were taunting him.

A voice pulled him out of his thoughts. The show was about to begin. With one last look at you he moved, slipping into his marching band costume. With one final nod to the rest of the band they all strode to the side, ready to walk onto stage.

The show flew past, you watched from the wings as each of them put their all into it. Admittedly however, you were mostly watching Gerard. On-stage he was so much different than off of it. He was confident, cocky and always knew what to say and when to say it. He was a force to be reckoned with. He only caught your stare once. As he was walking across the stage he happened to glance in your direction, not thinking he’d lock eyes with you. But he did, you watched him freeze, his eyes widening. He almost stumbled over a lyric. Your heart began to beat faster, your blood pumping through your veins quicker. Luckily soon after his eyes averted, before you could get lost even deeper in his hypnotising eyes.

Each bandmember made their way backstage, dabbing sweat off their brows. Everyone except Gerard left a trail of metaphorical sweat behind them as they walked. He was still for the most part dry. You couldn’t fathom how he hadn’t sweat the whole show, in that heavy costume. A part of you wanted to spend a moment thinking about how good he looked, performing so powerfully on that stage, dressed in that uniform, even his clipped white hair caused your gaze to linger a beat too long.

You found yourself practically ogling him. He caught your eyes, his own dark and sharp. Your breath caught in your throat, heart skipping a beat. A smirk plastered itself onto his lips, he looked as if he was suppressing a laugh. It confused you. He stood across the room and there was no way he could see or hear the way your body practically stuttered under his watchful stare.

You needed air, desperately. Your breathing was shallow and the overwhelming air backstage left you short of breath. You found your manager quickly, asking her if there was anything else she needed you to do and if you could take a breather. With a curt nod she bid you goodbye and you made your way to an exit.

The cold night atmosphere hit you hard, a stark contrast to the unpleasant heat inside. You finally took a deep breath, the chilly breath releasing some of your nerves in an ironic way. Your shoulders relaxed as you leaned against the nearby wall; your hands idle for one of the first times in the night. Your mind replayed each moment throughout the show. One particular face would always manage to make its way to the forefront of your mind. Gerard. Something about him drew you in, he had a mysterious edge to him but there was more to him. Something hidden deeper you just couldn’t put your finger on. It was as if his eyes moved through you, reading you as if your every thought was projected onto a big screen with flashing lights, and signs that screamed ‘Look at me! Look at me!’

You were so lost in your own thoughts you didn’t notice the figure lurking in the shadowed alley, with smoke billowing through the air around him. It was only when the bitter smell filled your lungs that you were pulled from the thoughts that drowned you. With a newfound sense of alertness your eyes scanned your surroundings. When they landed on him, they couldn't help but widen; your sclera taking up most of the space compared to your iris.

Without a word he moved towards you, cigarette hanging from his lips as he stalked you. Like a predator watching its prey. Once he was finally face to face with you, his beauty became apparent. His skin looked perfect and porcelain, his hair seemed soft to the touch and his eyes… God, his eyes swallowed you whole. They were dark, unusually so. A deep hazel colour, almost closer to black. He watched you with intent, studying your movements. You had begun to breathe faster, your heart raced as he stared deep into your soul.

“What’re you doin’ out here? Shouldn’ you be inside with the rest of staff?” Gerard’s voice was hoarse, lingering in your mind with a sense of intimacy. He was so close, the two of you were practically sharing the same air. Your knees felt weak, a feeling of dizziness almost overwhelmed you. If not for his unmoving presence you may have fainted or collapsed. Although you wouldn’t even be in this state if not for him in the first place. It was confusing. You were still yet to figure out why you were so drawn to him like a magnet.

He took another drag, blowing the smoke to the side of him. It was then that you realised you should answer his question, the silence now lingering for too long.

“Oh uh.. I was, I needed some air..” You stumbled over your words, making a fool of yourself.

His lips pulled into his signature grin, rubbing his jaw as he looked you up and down. He nodded, obviously happy with your stuttered answer.

Now feeling small under his piercing gaze you bit at your lip, doing anything to keep your mind occupied. He had leaned back a bit now, standing near you still smoking. You must have bit too hard at the corner of your lip because you began to taste blood. Hastily you dabbed some away with your thumb but he noticed.

His stare moved over you, the veins in his eyes growing redder making his eyes appear bloodshot. His eyes darted from your lip to your blood covered finger before he stumbled back. He held his hand and wrist over his eyes, trying not to show himself to you.

“You must go, you can’t see me like this.” He managed, still moving back until he hit the opposite brick wall.

You were beyond puzzled and instead moved closer. Your hand reached for his arm and pulled it down with uncertainty. That’s when you saw him. He looked hungry, his eyes bloodshot and dark. His mouth opened to speak and that’s when you saw them. His perfectly white teeth accompanied by sharp fangs. All you knew was that he only reacted this way after you shed blood. Was he…? There was no way…

You had to test it. With a shaky hand you held your blood covered thumb to Gerard’s lips. You watched his lips purse and close tight, alas with your thumb you pulled his mouth open. The change in him happened almost immediately as the blood hit his tongue. His lips moved feverishly to claim your wounded ones in a kiss. The blood from your bitten lips poured slowly into his mouth, only serving as a way to make him even hungrier. With inhumane speed he backed you into the wall. Your back crashed against it causing you to groan. He was practically sucking on your lip at this point. Quickly his head pulled back. His lips were stained slightly red as his frightening eyes looked you down.

“Please… please I need more… Just a little.. God, ‘m so hungry please..” Halfway through his pleas he had already begun to move into the cavity of your neck, placing gentle kisses. Every so often he’d open his mouth and let his teeth graze your pulse point.

All it took was your weak nod for him to sink his pointy fangs into you. The blood rushed to his mouth instantaneously, only making him more desperate. The adrenaline from tasting human blood for the first time in so long, presented itself in other ways. His thick and everpresent bulge strained against his jeans, pressing between your legs needily. His mouth didn’t stop though, in fact he only sucked harder. Your vision blurred at the edges, you had begun to feel lightheaded and dizzy as he continued his rampage.

Your hands pushed half-heartedly at his chest, you didn’t know how much blood you had left in you and you didn’t plan on dying tonight because of your own stupid mistake. He noticed, of course he did.

With one last mouthful he pulled back. Blood dripped down his chin. Not that you could judge, you didn’t look too much better. Your neck was covered in blood, a small stream oozing out from your deep wounds.

You watched Gerard through half-lidded eyes as his tongue lapped up any dripping blood. Luckily the venom in his saliva acted as a way to heal you partially — although you still lost a lot of blood.

“Mmph… Thank you.. Thank you so much Sugar..” He whispered as he pressed open-mouthed kisses all the way up your neck until he reached your lips. He rambled on

“God… earlier, you smelt so… mmm, so good.. I didn’t think I could control myself sweetheart.. You tasted so good.”

Admittedly, your core ached, throbbing consistently as his clothed cock still stood hard between your thighs. You took a deep breath and took action with an experimental grind of your hips. You watched his head fall back with a quiet moan, blood still shining on his chin.

Your hips continued moving and your eyes slipped shut. You were growing confident under your delirium; caused by your earlier blood loss. Gerard let out a string of small whines. Your own gentle moans only added to the sound of his, creating some kind of intimate symphony meant for just the two of you. Although, it wasn’t enough for you. You were tethering on the edge, the pleasure too much but at the same time not enough. You needed more.

“Mmpprf.. Gerard.. Please.. Mmore..” You managed between each roll of your hips. Before you could speak again, the sound of a belt undoing caught your attention. Your eyes snapped open and you were met with a breathtaking sight. Gerard’s pants were pulled down slightly, just enough to free himself from the confines of his briefs. The sight alone was enough for you to whine in anticipation. You needed him. Now.

With careless quickness you attempted to slip your own pants down, your fingers struggling with the button. One of Gerard’s big hands covered both of yours as he moved to pin your wrists against the wall. His other hand gracefully popped open your trousers and yanked down your zipper. Before you knew it your bottoms were pooled at your ankles.

His hand scooped under your legs and hoisted you up, allowing him to position himself at your entrance. Very slowly he pushed in, his eyes scanning your face for any sign of discomfort. To which he was met with pure pleasure. When he finally bottomed out you couldn’t help but feel undeniably full, the feeling was almost overwhelming; especially in your dazed state.

After a few moments he began to set a pace, his hips bucking up every so often as yours ground down to meet his. With each thrust a plethora of moans and whines slipped through his mouth, acting as music to your ears. His hand still held your wrists high no matter how much you tried to wriggle them free you were met with his ridiculous strength.

His thrusts only increased in speed after a while. Not only that but he had gotten louder, now leaning into your ear and grunting with each roll of your hips. He was nearing the edge quickly, the smell of your blood now dry kept him feeling almost high. His senses heightened even more so than they usually are. You were close too, the fast and hard movements of his cock filling you delightfully left your head lolling back. Your eyes had fluttered closed, your mouth hung open in a permanent moan.

“‘M so close… Thank you.. God..” Gerard whined in your ear, his thrusts getting faster. His hand dropped yours, grabbing onto the brick wall as a way to bring himself back down to earth. He couldn’t help it, you felt so good. Paired with the smell of your blood. He was drunk off of you. In a way only you could make him.

He felt you clench around him, pulling him unbelievably deeper as you came. Your whiny, high-pitched moan echoed in the alley. Followed by his own grunt as a mix of venom and release filled you. At the same time the sound of something crumbling could be heard.

Through heavy eyes you looked to your right. His hand holding the wall had broken the brick, the pieces laying in a pile of dust on the floor. Your breathing was laboured as you turned to look at him. Your employer, the man you were working for. The same one still buried inside your warmth. You managed an overstimulated whine as he pulled out slowly.

Your eyes began to slip shut as he tried his best to dress you, buttoning his own jeans shortly after. His strong hands held you, watching you doze off in his arms as he carried you to his car. The band can wait, for now his thoughts were only focused on taking you back to his hotel and making sure you were safe.

“You’re amazing darlin’.” He whispered, even though he knew you were asleep and wouldn’t hear him.