#fem!mcr

[ghoulsgonestaledefunct]

She's my kinda boy, and I'm her kinda girl or whatever Gerard Way said

[brainfreeze27]

[yuutaguro]

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[the-ria]

Haven't drawn the girls in a while! Would you guys go and see them live?

[saturnplaza]

FEMCR plus (fall out girl)

REBLOG IF YOU LIKE THE ART 🙏🙏

[shrimpchipsss]

you should have raised a baby girl

[iminsideacoffin]

fem basement gerard x reader ?!?!pleak

OMG YESYESYES she would be so disgusting.. truly a perv about you..

she would whine and whimper as she humps her pillow all night long, imagining its you ofc.

would be very shy, you would have a lot of work to do to make her open up..

she always had a big fat crush on you.

oh but when she finally open up..

she's truly a slut,

begging for you to suck faster, rougher..

plz spit on her, and PLZ bite and mark her all over her plush body..

whispering to you to go on another round, even if her clit is so overstimulated.. well she loves u and the way u guys fuck, what can she say? <3

[sciencelings-arts]

Vengeance is a gender neutral title

Alt. Versions and typical yapping under the cut

I couldn’t decide whether I wanted the gold symbol or not, I think having the bright shock of hello is important for a batsuit.

Vampire vibes, out of every version of Batman no one vampires it like one of the og heartthrob vampires of our era. He understood the assignment.

Unraccoon’s your vigilante

[moonxmagix]

Older bf Gerard

18+, smut, fingering, teasing, thinking about older bf gerard, pretty tame, reader has vagina

• Older bf gerard - who makes you coffee in the morning exactly how you like which allows you to get comfortable on the couch without worry!

• Older bf gerard - Wearing his old man robe that you always tease him about, he sits right next to you. I mean no space in between. Has to be touching you.

• Older bf gerard - Who moves you onto his lap, putting his book to the side. Your back against his chest, his hands open your legs so they hang on either side of his lap.

• Older bf gerard - As he shoved his hands into your panties, his hand teasing your bud gently. You whine, leaning ur back back. He tells you to shhh gently and let him keep going. The tip of his fingers slip in and out teasingly, you call him mean and tell him to stop teasing. But he quickly shuts that down with a slap to the inside of your thigh. You whimper, squirming in his lap for more. He gives in of course, he had a hard time saying no to you! His fingers quickly dip into your soaking cunt, eliciting lewd moans from you. He was gently but moved quickly like he had a mission, he had his sights set and was going to make you cum one way or another. Within minutes you felt that tight squeeze, he smirked, “Look at you, so pathetic.” There it is. Your eyes roll back as you cum, he pulls out holding his fingers up to your mouth. It takes you a second to get them in your mouth, but your tongue swirls around his fingers, getting it all. Your heart races as he places a soft kiss against your neck and cheek. Arms wrapping around your abdomen.

• older bf gerard - who made sure you got multiple orgasms that day !

[lxversblog]

Hiii I wan wonder if you could write for 2019 gerard way and fem reader were there a age gap just dating headcannons are good 💕💕

HIII YES OFCCCC

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DATING 2019 GERARD WAY

FEM READER X GERARD WAY

warnings:none just age gap and fluff

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• he would spoil you at any chance he gets what’s the point in having all that money if he can’t use it

• calls you darling,baby,babe, or princess

• comic book dates while listening to him talk about the art of all of it

• cute art museum dates with your morning starbucks

• speaking of starbucks runs yall would go every morning to starbucks he’s a coffee guy what can he say

• if you loved to read he’d take you to any books store

• hand gently on your leg always in the car while you control the music

• would definitely collect records and if you do too there would be a lot of thrift dates or dates at the record shop

• hanging out with mikey’s kids whenever he comes over

• definitely a cuddler in his sleep and will pull you closer and nuzzle up

• he would let you play with his hair

• in his eyes your his princess he’d do anything for you

• not afraid to go out and by your tampons or pads

• will get you some comfort food if your cramping and will come home and make you a nice pallet in the bed

LEMME KNOW IF YOU WANT PART 2

[oldiesstationlover11607]

hey, could you write a pencey prep!frank x girly!reader oneshot? i feel like their dynamic would be so cute

Gigs - Pencey Prep!Frank Iero x Girly!Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1264

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I've got a lot going on atm haha. I love Pencey era Frank so much tho, he's so cute and such a baby hehehe

I was never one to go to local gigs–which was why it was weird to have found myself in a small, sweaty, moist basement in Belleville, New Jersey. Frank had managed to drag me out to one of his gigs with Pencey, something I’d sworn I’d never do. I loved Frank and he was great but when it came to our choices in music (and aesthetics) we definitely were different people. 

The basement smelled like stale beer, damp concrete, and a faint metallic tang from the ancient pipes snaking across the ceiling. People were packed tightly, shoulder to shoulder, dressed in a range of outfits that could only collectively be described as alternative–faded band tees, ripped jeans, studded belts, and more eyeliner than I thought a human could wear. It wasn’t exactly my scene. My floral sundress and white and pink sneakers felt painfully out of place amidst the sea of black and spikes. 

Frank, on the other hand, thrived here. He stood by my side, practically buzzing with excitement, his eyes shining under the dim, flickering light. His guitar case was slung over his back, and he kept nervously adjusting his grip on it. His band’s name was scrawled on the case in Sharpie—Pencey Prep—surrounded by stickers and doodles that screamed teenage rebellion.

“You’re gonna love this,” he said, his voice barely audible over the din of people talking, amps buzzing, and someone’s band warming up with an out-of-tune rendition of a Ramones song. “Trust me, okay?”

I forced a smile and nodded. Trust him? Sure. Love this? Unlikely.

He kissed my temple, the gesture sweet and grounding. It was moments like these that reminded me why I adored him, even if we were from totally different planets when it came to taste. I’d met him at school, where he’d teased me mercilessly about my love of reading while hiding his own love of literature. Despite our stark differences, we’d clicked, our banter evolving into something deeper and meaningful. He was my punk-rock prince, even if I was the farthest thing from a punk-rock princess.

“Okay, we’re on in like ten minutes,” Frank said, practically vibrating. He ran a hand through his mess of hair, shaking it out so it fell perfectly messy again. “You good here? You wanna stand closer to the stage or hang back?”

I looked toward the stage—if you could call it that. It was more like a slightly raised platform barely big enough to hold a drum kit and a couple of amps. People were already clustering around it, jostling for a good spot. The thought of being crushed in the middle of that gave me instant anxiety.

“I’ll hang back,” I said, tugging on the hem of my dress. “But I’ll be watching. Promise.”

Frank’s grin could’ve powered the entire building. “Cool. I’ll find you after. I love ya.”

With that, he darted off toward his bandmates, leaving me to navigate the crowd. I edged toward the back wall, finding a semi-clear spot near a stack of empty milk crates. I leaned against the wall, trying to blend into the shadows. It wasn’t long before the house lights dimmed and someone screamed, “PENCEY PREP!”

The crowd erupted into cheers as the band took the stage. Frank slung his guitar over his shoulder and grabbed the mic. “What the fuck is up Belleville?” he shouted, his voice raspy and electric. The crowd responded with more screaming, and the energy in the room shifted.

The music started—a fast, raw, angry wall of sound that hit me square in the chest. Frank’s guitar snarled, his fingers moving with effortless precision. His bandmates matched his intensity, the drums pounding like a heartbeat, the bassline dark and driving. Frank looked like he belonged up there, his small frame commanding attention, every strum and shout full of purpose.

I wanted to focus on him, but the crowd was mesmerizing in its own way. People moved as one, a chaotic, sweating mass, jumping and thrashing to the music. Someone bumped into me, nearly knocking me over, and I decided maybe blending into the wall wasn’t the best idea. I climbed onto one of the milk crates to get a better view.

From my perch, I had a clear line of sight to Frank. He was in his element, grinning like a maniac as he sang backup vocals into the mic. His gaze swept over the crowd, and for a brief second, our eyes met. He winked at me before launching into a blistering solo. My heart fluttered despite the oppressive heat and noise.

It wasn’t my kind of music, sure, but seeing Frank like this… it was impossible not to get caught up in his energy. He was magnetic, pouring every ounce of himself into the performance. It was raw and messy and completely him.

By the end of their set, the basement felt like a sauna. My hair stuck to the back of my neck, and my makeup was probably melting off, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. The crowd roared as Pencey Prep played their final note, the feedback from the amps ringing out as they left the stage. Frank hopped down first, his guitar still slung over his shoulder, and immediately started weaving through the crowd toward me.

“Well?” he asked, breathless and grinning. He had sweat dripping down his face, his shirt clinging to his chest. He looked absolutely wrecked and completely happy. “What’d you think?”

“You were amazing,” I admitted. “Like, really amazing.”

His grin widened, and he leaned in to kiss me, uncaring that he was drenched in sweat. “Told you you’d love it.”

“Let’s not get carried away,” I teased. “I loved you. The music was… intense.”

Frank laughed, a deep, genuine sound that made my chest warm. “Fair enough. Come on, let’s get some air.”

He grabbed my hand and led me out of the basement, dodging people as we went. The cool night air hit me like a blessing as we stepped onto the sidewalk. I took a deep breath, feeling the sweat on my skin start to cool.

Frank pulled out a crumpled pack of cigarettes and lit one, exhaling a plume of smoke. “So, you’d come to another show, right?”

I gave him a sideways glance. “I’ll think about it.”

“That’s not a no,” he said, smirking as he nudged my shoulder.

“It’s not a yes either.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help smiling. He took another drag of his cigarette and offered it to me, but I shook my head. He shrugged and leaned back against the brick wall, his free hand still holding mine.

“You really liked it?” he asked, softer this time. There was a vulnerability in his voice that caught me off guard.

“Yeah,” I said honestly. “You were incredible. I… I think I get it now. Why you love it so much.”

Frank’s expression softened, and he squeezed my hand. “That means a lot, you know. You being here.”

“Of course I’m here,” I said. “I love you. Even if your music is kind of a lot.”

He laughed again, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You’re the best, you know that?”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, grinning.

We stood there for a while, letting the night wrap around us. Frank finished his cigarette and stomped it out, pulling me closer. Despite the noise and chaos of the night, everything felt still and perfect in that moment. For all our differences, we fit together in a way that just worked.

Maybe gigs weren’t so bad after all.

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REQUESTS OPEN

[dry-ass-pasta]

Bath Time

bubble bubble bubble

[froggiesir]

some silly stuff....

[r0garlick]

you have no idea how much pleasure I got while doing this fem v of dd boys, but i hope you like them as much as i do🤲🫀

[put-thespikeinmyheart]

Someone draw Fem frank and mikey in this outfit

Spread the word 🙏🏼

[yourfavealbumisgender]

The Black Parade by My Chemical Romance is a Pansexual Trans Woman!

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