I just wanna RP and that's my fuckin problem

6 years of RP experience. I do anything. stay around and sit a spell!

[theshltpost-blog]

Rp?

I do mostly mcr, but mixes like Gerard/Bert are okay. I do any ship. I have no limits. Please be literate, do long posts, and I really only do third person. Kik; avadacadaver

[elderberryoxymel-deactivated202]

I gave this dude off tinder my number and all he’s done is send me pictures of his rock collection and it’s the best thing that’s ever come out of tinder tbh

[orgasmictipsforgirls]

jesus christ marie they’re MINERALS

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[theshltpost-blog]

Waycest rp?

Or any rp? Please ugh Kik: avadacadaver

[theshltpost-blog]

Hey I'll rp but I only really do it on kik

That's fine! Avadacadaver is my kik

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Any literate rp'ers want to rp? Like, you gotta be decent paragraph third person rp'er. Kik; avadacadaver

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Your Image is Trapped in my Brain. /closed

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Mikey jumped a little, noting that his older brother was still a little sweaty and flustered. “I’m not little Gee, ” he whined, punching Gerard on the arm. “And do I need a reason to visit my big brother?” He chuckled,

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“Not necessarily.”

Gerard said with a soft grin as he straightened up and tilted his head.

“I just figured you’d have one. You’re busy.”

Why did he seem so… Jumpy? Gerard rubbed his arm and watched Mikey.

“I appreciate it though. It feels like I never see ya.”

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“Yeah…Yeah I know,” he shrugged “Urm…coffee? Should I make us some?” Mikey winced as he moved, tugging his shirt down just a little more to make sure the bulge was covered.

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Gerard did notice the fidgeting with the shirt, and he narrowed his eyes.

“Uh? You okay?

He asked, sinking down into his couch. He frowned and then nodded his head.

“and sure. You know where I keep it.”

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Mikey almost tripped running to the kitchen, beggining to make coffee, but he was painfully hard and his jeans just kept rubbibg against his erection, preventing it from going down. He quicklg squeezed himself, letting out a soft moan, also realising just how hard he was.

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Gerard sat up a bit when he heard a noise. It wasn’t very loud, but… It was there. He frowned, glancing into the kitchen. Well, what he could see through the door.

“You okay?”

Why was he acting so weird?

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Mikey called out a “Yeah,” unaware that his brother was outside the door, he flicked the kettle on before digging his palm against his hard on, willing it to just go away.

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Gerard's eyes bulged out when he saw Mikey... Did he just? Was he just? His mouth dropped open, and he almost said something, but he stayed silent, wondering how far his brother would take it.

He felt sick, like mentally, for this, but he wanted to watch Mikey touch himself.

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Your Image is Trapped in my Brain. /closed

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Mikey jumped a little, noting that his older brother was still a little sweaty and flustered. “I’m not little Gee, ” he whined, punching Gerard on the arm. “And do I need a reason to visit my big brother?” He chuckled,

[theshltpost-blog]

“Not necessarily.”

Gerard said with a soft grin as he straightened up and tilted his head.

“I just figured you’d have one. You’re busy.”

Why did he seem so… Jumpy? Gerard rubbed his arm and watched Mikey.

“I appreciate it though. It feels like I never see ya.”

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“Yeah…Yeah I know,” he shrugged “Urm…coffee? Should I make us some?” Mikey winced as he moved, tugging his shirt down just a little more to make sure the bulge was covered.

[theshltpost-blog]

Gerard did notice the fidgeting with the shirt, and he narrowed his eyes.

“Uh? You okay?

He asked, sinking down into his couch. He frowned and then nodded his head.

“and sure. You know where I keep it.”

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Mikey almost tripped running to the kitchen, beggining to make coffee, but he was painfully hard and his jeans just kept rubbibg against his erection, preventing it from going down. He quicklg squeezed himself, letting out a soft moan, also realising just how hard he was.

[theshltpost-blog]

Gerard sat up a bit when he heard a noise. It wasn't very loud, but... It was there. He frowned, glancing into the kitchen. Well, what he could see through the door.

"You okay?"

Why was he acting so weird?

[tylha]

i swear to god theatre kids are the most superstitious people ive ever met someone said the m word at rehearsal today and a girl gasped like she had been shot

[tylha]

oh fuck no i aint riskin shit 

[wizardshark]

what the fuck is the m word

[plutohood]

ONE TIME THIS GIRL WAS EXPLAINING WHAT THE M WORD WAS AND SHE JUST SAID IT AND THIS BOY GRABBED SALT AND THREW IT OVER HIS SHOULDER JUST AS THE CURTAIN WAS OPENING AND SOMEONE SLIPPED ON IT

[troylerdirectioner]

Im confused and scared

[theshltpost-blog]

As a theatre person, I know what this is, and the superstition is real.

Don't say the M word.

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Ugh. Literally please somebody rp with me. Kik; Avadacadaver

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Your Image is Trapped in my Brain. /closed

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Mikey jumped a little, noting that his older brother was still a little sweaty and flustered. “I’m not little Gee, ” he whined, punching Gerard on the arm. “And do I need a reason to visit my big brother?” He chuckled,

[theshltpost-blog]

“Not necessarily.”

Gerard said with a soft grin as he straightened up and tilted his head.

“I just figured you’d have one. You’re busy.”

Why did he seem so… Jumpy? Gerard rubbed his arm and watched Mikey.

“I appreciate it though. It feels like I never see ya.”

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“Yeah…Yeah I know,” he shrugged “Urm…coffee? Should I make us some?” Mikey winced as he moved, tugging his shirt down just a little more to make sure the bulge was covered.

[theshltpost-blog]

Gerard did notice the fidgeting with the shirt, and he narrowed his eyes.

"Uh? You okay?

He asked, sinking down into his couch. He frowned and then nodded his head.

"and sure. You know where I keep it."

[theshltpost-blog]

Your Image is Trapped in my Brain. /closed

[satxllitxs-deactivated20200612]

Mikey jumped a little, noting that his older brother was still a little sweaty and flustered. “I’m not little Gee, ” he whined, punching Gerard on the arm. “And do I need a reason to visit my big brother?” He chuckled,

[theshltpost-blog]

"Not necessarily."

Gerard said with a soft grin as he straightened up and tilted his head.

"I just figured you'd have one. You're busy."

Why did he seem so... Jumpy? Gerard rubbed his arm and watched Mikey.

"I appreciate it though. It feels like I never see ya."

[theshltpost-blog]

Something I like about myself is that I can write the kinkiest, dirtiest, butt fucking smut but then turn around and be a clean, cute, and adorable, and then a few hours later, the same character is satan incarnate. I literally have no limit.

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Your Image is Trapped in my Brain. /closed

Gerard laid in his bed, staring up at the ceiling, one leg crossed over the other. He smiled vacantly to himself, brain occupied with various thoughts of the day.

He felt good. Really good. Gerard sat up in his bed, leaning against the bedpost. The only thing, he thought, that was missing was somebody to lay, even just for one night.

Momentarily, he laughed to himself at how promiscuous the thought was. But, however, he noted how long it had been since he’d properly had sex with somebody. He missed it.

Gerard shook that off, except now, he had a problem-

He was horny.

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Mikey didn’t see a point in calling as he headed through the door quietly, assuming that his brother was asleep. He had come to surprise him and arrived a little later than anticipated, so the surprise could wait until the morning. He’d check though, just in case.

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Gerard laid back in bed, and he slid his jeans off, over his legs. The man smiled, tugging back his boxers as well, both of which made way to his bedroom floor.

That was good enough. Gerard sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, his toes finding the edge of a porn magazine he’d shoved under his bed. He kicked it out and picked it up, laying the magazine across his bed on one of the pictures.

Pleased, his hand curled around his cock, and he began to stroke, eyes hungrily taking in the image on the page. He wasn’t holding back.

After all, he did live home alone.

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Mikey hummed quietly as he walked up the stairs, his eyes were mostly concentrating on his phone, clicking away at the silent keys until he stopped outside Gerards door. He clicked some more keys until he finally looked up at his door. His hand curled around the handle and he opened it up just a little, breath catching as he stared at what is on the other side.

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Gerard was moaning quietly, tugging away at his erection. He rolled his head back on his shoulders, biting down on his lip. He’d missed this feeling, the sensation of pleasure rocking through his body with every touch. It was very, very nice. He did not hear the lock or the door click open.

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Mikey bit his lip, staring at the other with a dark fascination, every moan and movement. His eyes focused on his brother’s hand as it tightly gripped his hard length. He was used to seeing those long nimble fingers as they enveloped a paintbrush or pencil.

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“Ah, fuck yeah.”

He moaned, his hand trembling as he jacked himself off. He let out a low gasp, laying back on his bed, legs spread. Gerard slowed the pace of his jerking, steadying himself and ran his free hand between his legs, posing two fingers in front of his asshole.

Gerard bit down on his lip and then…. He tentatively pushed in.

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The younger brother had to bite down on his lip fiercely to supress a whimper at the sight. His older brother spread out over the bed, with his hands doing those things…he imagined what reaction he could get out of Gee if those were his hands, he imagined if it was those hands on his own body. Then he closed his eyes and stepped back, leaving the door open just a fraction, his jeans a little tighter.

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Gerard pushed his fingers back and forth in a rhythm in and out of his asshole. It was too much combined with his jerking, and he began to moan, eyes tugging shut. He couldn’t take it. His legs began to twist, heart racing.

“Fuck, fuck.”

He breathed, his breath shaking.

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Mikey screwed his eyes shut, then opened them again, concealed by the door as he stared through the crack at the image of the other writhing on the bedsheets. His knuckles whitened as he gripped the woodmfiercely, his hand reaching to grope his crotch.

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He was going to cum, he knew it. Gerard breathed rockily, heart pounding.

“Sh-Shit.”

He moaned, knowing he was very, very close cumming.

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The younger swallowed dryly and bit down on his lip as he palmed himself quickly, he knew it was doomed because he couldn’t cum here or without making a noise.

[theshltpost-blog]

Gerard stroked faster and faster, his body shaking and fingers pounding before he felt the sweet release.

“Oh //fuck//!”

He cried as the orgasm ripped through him and he came hard across his stomach.

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Immediately Mikey moved back from the door, very far and very fast, quickly creeping back downstairs, pretending as though he had just came in. “Gerard, you in?” He called, though he sound breathless and so glad his shirt waz baggy.

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“Mikey?”

Gerard whispered, his voice barely a breath. He panted, taking a moment to register. His baby brother had just walked in seconds after he’d came all over himself.

Fucking great.

“Uh… Yeah!”

Gerard called, throwing himself out of bed, tossing off his shirt and throwing on his pants. Shit… Mikey had always had unbelievable timing.

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Mikey adjusted himself quickly before leaning against the couch “No one else visits you Gee,” he called teasingly, hands digging into the back of the couch to stop himself, though he crossed his legs where he stood, the mild friction enough to make him gasp.

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Gerard changed clothing irrevocably fast, and he hurried out of his room. He was a sweating mess, but he didn't care. Maybe Mikey wouldn't notice.

Gerard panted as he hopped down the stairs to see Mikey leaning against his couch. He looked great, albeit flustered, but still great. Gerard grinned.

"What's up, little man?"

He teased, shoving his hands in his pockets.

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Your Image is Trapped in my Brain. /closed

Gerard laid in his bed, staring up at the ceiling, one leg crossed over the other. He smiled vacantly to himself, brain occupied with various thoughts of the day.

He felt good. Really good. Gerard sat up in his bed, leaning against the bedpost. The only thing, he thought, that was missing was somebody to lay, even just for one night.

Momentarily, he laughed to himself at how promiscuous the thought was. But, however, he noted how long it had been since he’d properly had sex with somebody. He missed it.

Gerard shook that off, except now, he had a problem-

He was horny.

[satxllitxs-deactivated20200612]

Mikey didn’t see a point in calling as he headed through the door quietly, assuming that his brother was asleep. He had come to surprise him and arrived a little later than anticipated, so the surprise could wait until the morning. He’d check though, just in case.

[theshltpost-blog]

Gerard laid back in bed, and he slid his jeans off, over his legs. The man smiled, tugging back his boxers as well, both of which made way to his bedroom floor.

That was good enough. Gerard sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, his toes finding the edge of a porn magazine he’d shoved under his bed. He kicked it out and picked it up, laying the magazine across his bed on one of the pictures.

Pleased, his hand curled around his cock, and he began to stroke, eyes hungrily taking in the image on the page. He wasn’t holding back.

After all, he did live home alone.

[satxllitxs-deactivated20200612]

Mikey hummed quietly as he walked up the stairs, his eyes were mostly concentrating on his phone, clicking away at the silent keys until he stopped outside Gerards door. He clicked some more keys until he finally looked up at his door. His hand curled around the handle and he opened it up just a little, breath catching as he stared at what is on the other side.

[theshltpost-blog]

Gerard was moaning quietly, tugging away at his erection. He rolled his head back on his shoulders, biting down on his lip. He’d missed this feeling, the sensation of pleasure rocking through his body with every touch. It was very, very nice. He did not hear the lock or the door click open.

[satxllitxs-deactivated20200612]

Mikey bit his lip, staring at the other with a dark fascination, every moan and movement. His eyes focused on his brother’s hand as it tightly gripped his hard length. He was used to seeing those long nimble fingers as they enveloped a paintbrush or pencil.

[theshltpost-blog]

“Ah, fuck yeah.”

He moaned, his hand trembling as he jacked himself off. He let out a low gasp, laying back on his bed, legs spread. Gerard slowed the pace of his jerking, steadying himself and ran his free hand between his legs, posing two fingers in front of his asshole.

Gerard bit down on his lip and then…. He tentatively pushed in.

[satxllitxs-deactivated20200612]

The younger brother had to bite down on his lip fiercely to supress a whimper at the sight. His older brother spread out over the bed, with his hands doing those things…he imagined what reaction he could get out of Gee if those were his hands, he imagined if it was those hands on his own body. Then he closed his eyes and stepped back, leaving the door open just a fraction, his jeans a little tighter.

[theshltpost-blog]

Gerard pushed his fingers back and forth in a rhythm in and out of his asshole. It was too much combined with his jerking, and he began to moan, eyes tugging shut. He couldn’t take it. His legs began to twist, heart racing.

“Fuck, fuck.”

He breathed, his breath shaking.

[satxllitxs-deactivated20200612]

Mikey screwed his eyes shut, then opened them again, concealed by the door as he stared through the crack at the image of the other writhing on the bedsheets. His knuckles whitened as he gripped the woodmfiercely, his hand reaching to grope his crotch.

[theshltpost-blog]

He was going to cum, he knew it. Gerard breathed rockily, heart pounding.

“Sh-Shit.”

He moaned, knowing he was very, very close cumming.

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The younger swallowed dryly and bit down on his lip as he palmed himself quickly, he knew it was doomed because he couldn’t cum here or without making a noise.

[theshltpost-blog]

Gerard stroked faster and faster, his body shaking and fingers pounding before he felt the sweet release.

“Oh //fuck//!”

He cried as the orgasm ripped through him and he came hard across his stomach.

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Immediately Mikey moved back from the door, very far and very fast, quickly creeping back downstairs, pretending as though he had just came in. “Gerard, you in?” He called, though he sound breathless and so glad his shirt waz baggy.

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"Mikey?"

Gerard whispered, his voice barely a breath. He panted, taking a moment to register. His baby brother had just walked in seconds after he'd came all over himself.

Fucking great.

"Uh... Yeah!"

Gerard called, throwing himself out of bed, tossing off his shirt and throwing on his pants. Shit... Mikey had always had unbelievable timing.

[lusidraws]

gerard’s selfies

[theshltpost-blog]

I need some Gerard Way/Billie Joe Armstrong sexy time in my life again. Oh my god I miss that. Kik; Avadacadaver