#mikey way x reader

[milllipedee]

Imagine you die and this is what you see

[rdiowx]

MCR + GIDEON GRAVES AUDIO LIST

Mikey

Roommate Ghost mikey

“Watching” scary movies

He’s your popular college friend

Sigh, fucking your friends bother

Gerard

Fucking him, but hes sick

Fucking him, but YOU’RE sick

I think its cold in this audio?

Tired gee 😸

Frank

I think this counts as puppy Frank

Church boy frank

Pretty sure you guys hook up in an alley in this one

Puppy frank 👍🏽

RAY

Incubus Ray!

More demon Ray

Needy ray

HE BAKES!

GIDEON

Now,,why did he start playing angry birds

Is this more somnophilia

G-man has to be his alternate personality

Enemies to lovers😔

Bonus audios i was gonna add but didnt know who for

I was sorta flabbergasted tbh

Even more mythos

Gulp

Alright im done now 🥳

[2therazor]

hi :))) ive been craving content about basement era gee x reader

imagine him being just the sweetest nerd in the world experiencing love for the first time <3 so dear

could you write something about that? :)

maybe ill turn this into a full blown fic sometime but for now here’s some of my hcs >:)

- i just imagine he would be so awkward, especially when it comes to approaching people

- he probably had a few classes with you and was too nervous to even say anything but the second you said something to him he was so excited because he wouldn’t have been the initiator

- I feel like once you start to get to know each other he’d be so much more talkative, like was that even the same kid who sat next to you in your still life drawing class? and was he always this fucking cool?

- one day after class you saw him waiting for you by the door and he had finally gained the courage to ask you to “hang out” or yknow… pretty much a date, and you would happily oblige

-after a few coffee dates you quickly became inseparable, it was so nice to have someone that was so easy to talk to and shared the same interests as you

-gerard quickly became “gee” and all of your friends would tease you about how giddy you became when you mentioned him

-gerard on the other hand, hadn’t really experienced feelings like these before and quickly began to realize; wow this is love! after days of pondering to his friends, he finally decided to ask you to be his significant other.

-he was always so attentive to you and so kind, which had kind of shocked you due to past (not so great) relationships

-you shared many nights in his parent’s basement in his room listening to countless records and CDs he had piled up on the floor, always finding each other with tangled limbs and shirtless by the morning :)

(holy shit guys I GOTTAAAAA turn this into a fic, just made myself all hot and heavy not gonna lie)

[all2angels]

i KNOW the common consensus is that the quiet ones are always the most fucked up but WHERE ARE THE PATHETIC MIKEY ENJOYERS. i want to BREAK that man. make him cry and writhe and whine and shit cuz im just driving his loser ass insane gnawaing at my enclosure Ok Bye 😍

NO, FR! why does mikey always looks like he's about to whimper. i can't explain it but whenever i see a picture of him back in early mcr days HE LOOKS SO PATHETIC!!

guys he's so fucking whiny whenever he's about to come, mumbling "oh, fuck, please please, pls, pls... don't stop..." very quietly, you could barely hear him and this is his face 🥺 and then when he does cum and you do that thing where you keep thrusting he's gonna let a few tears roll down his cheeks and he's begging you to stop atp bc HE CAN'T TAKE IT!!

[xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx]

Away From Preying Eyes - Mikey Way x Reader

Pairing: Mikey Way x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: angst to fluff/hurt comfort Word Count: 2 851 Warnings: loooots of kissing; lack of communication, use of y/n Summary: The way Mikey keeps hiding your relationship causes doubts for his feelings to rise A/N: As per popular demand… I wrote this some two years ago I think. There are a few more stories, that I should proofread and publish… someday. Also i just realised i haven't published anything since the last chapter of Killjoys... oops. sorry.

Mikey’s lips were soft on yours, kissing you sweetly. It had been literally weeks since he had last kissed you like this, all the times in between having been hurried, squeezing as much passion into a short kiss as possible.

But now you could tell he was taking his time, his hands on your waist as you were leaning against the side of the bus, his tongue swiping over your lips lazily. One of your hands was buried in his back pocket, and you almost smiled into the kiss as you remembered the look he had given you, when you had done so: surprised at your boldness, intrigued and definitely a little turned on.

It really was unfortunate that you had to sneak around like this, holding hands and sharing kisses and whispered compliments only when nobody was around who could have witnessed it. It had all started out at the beginning of tour, when after the set, which had been weirdly emotional for all of you, Mikey had pulled you aside, into the narrow space between two curtains, and kissed you for the first time. That’s how it had started, the sneaking around.

You had been more than thrilled at this development, after all you had liked Mikey for a long time, and it was exciting to have a secret the others didn’t know about. It felt like a game of hide and seek, and until about two weeks ago you had not minded the secrecy at all. But then Frank’s girlfriend Jamia had come to visit.

The two of them were definitely not the over the top, love-dovey couple, but you couldn’t help but notice the way Frank would kiss her hair absentmindedly while listening to someone else talk, or how she would hook her thumb in one of his trousers’ belt loops while they were walking or standing next to one another. It made you wonder what it would be like to have this with Mikey, and slowly doubts began raising, doubts you really didn’t want to have.

What was this to Mikey? Did he even see this as a relationship, or was it just a fun thing at the side?

Until then you had always assumed you were a couple, as valid as Frank and Jamia, even if nobody knew. But maybe that was the problem. Nobody knew. Even if Mikey wanted to be with you, properly, more than just a quick make-out session in the long, empty corridors of an arena, or deserted hotel hallways, why were you telling nobody? Was he… was he ashamed of you? You hated when these thoughts started pressing in, especially when it happened in moments like right now, when his kisses were so sweet and caring, that they left no doubt that this was so much more to him than just fun.

You tried shooing the thoughts away, but before you had truly succeeded, Mikey had pulled away.

“Is something wrong,” he asked, his eyes carefully scanning your face, searching for the smallest hint of discomfort.

“Nothing,” you smiled, hoping it was convincing enough. “Everything’s good.”

“Hey, something’s off, I can tell,” Mikey insisted, and gently nudged his nose against your cheek, an affectionate gesture you had quickly learnt to love. “What’s going on? Talk to me.”

You sighed. At the moment you really would have preferred continuing to kiss him than to talk about the stupid thoughts that had swarmed your mind. And they were stupid, you knew that. Every time Mikey touched you, or looked at you when you were alone, you knew that he cared deeply for you.

Maybe it was just the fear of giving your heart away and being left again. It had happened before.

Mikey cared for you, yes, but how could you know he cared for your as much as you cared for him? Well, you didn’t even expect him to love you the way you loved him. You just couldn’t help but wonder if this was something he wanted to pursue in the long run. And no matter how little you wanted to hear him tell you that it was just something that would last for the duration of this tour, he still deserved to hear your thought on the matter. So, you sighed again, and tilted your head, making space for Mikey as he trailed small kisses along your jaw towards your neck.

“It’s just- I can’t help but wonder-”

You were interrupted by the door to the bus jumping open, no six feet away from you.

Mikey’s reaction was immediate. Quicker than you were able to register, he had clamped one of his hands over your mouth, and – being taller than you – brought himself between the door and you, so you wouldn’t be spotted as easily. Even though the door blocked the view to whoever had opened it.

Those were the moments that really made you feel weird. The moments when Mikey was so quick to cover any and all interaction with you, never letting the others even get the faintest clue as to what was going on between the two of you. And for some reason, this time it stung more than before. If you only knew why he did that, why he was so keen on keeping your relationship, if it even was one to him, secret, then you absolutely wouldn’t have minded it but this way…

“(Y/N), Mikey!”

It was Frank, who had opened the door of the bus, but seemed to make no attempt at stepping outside. “(Y/N), Mikey! We’re gonna watch Dawn of the Dead!”

He waited a moment before he spoke something else, more muffled, and probably directed at the others inside the bus, before the door got pulled closed again.

“Let’s talk another time, alright,” Mikey suggested, still tense, but slightly more relaxed now, and you nodded. “You’ll go first?”

Again you nodded, quickly tucking at your shirt to make sure everything was in order, before you slipped past Mikey and headed towards the door of the bus. It had been stupid to think that Mikey and you might actually have a little time this once. You knew the others were waiting for you to come back from the drug store and for Mikey from saying hi to another band who had parked their bus not too far away on the festival grounds.

But maybe Frank had sort of saved you there. Otherwise, you would’ve had to tell Mikey how you felt about him, and especially after his reaction to almost having been found out just now, that felt even worse than confessing to your best friend.

With a last glance at Mikey, you pulled open the bus door, and climbed inside. Ray and Frank had already settled on the sofa, while Gerard was fumbling around with the TV.

“There you are,” Ray noticed and patted the empty seat next to him. “We already wondered what took you so long.”

“Couldn’t find the damn store,” you whined, dropping down next to Ray.

“Did you at least get what you were looking for,” Frank asked, before telling Gerard to try another button.

“Nope, they didn’t have my brand,” you lied. Of course the truth was that you had never looked for a drug store in the first place, and instead spent the past thirty minutes kissing Mikey. But now you could reuse the drug store excuse for the next time.

“Ugh, that sucks,” Frank rolled his eyes. “Oh, and have you seen Mikey? He’s been MIA since this morning.”

“No clue,” you shrugged, giving your best to sound indifferent. As if you didn’t know he was waiting outside just a little longer before coming in.

Indeed, just as Gerard had found the correct button on the old TV, Mikey opened the door, and with an apologizing hand gesture settled down between his brother and Frank.

While the others were focusing on the movie, you did your best not to look over at Mikey. You knew he had sensed something was up and would not stop asking about it before you told him the truth, and you were not sure you liked that prospect.

~*~

For two days you managed to escape Mikey. Two days in which you always managed to not get out of a situation with others, even though you knew he was waiting for you. You were evading him. Mikey knew that as well as you did. You knew eventually you’d have to talk to him, eventually you would have to ask him what this thing between you meant to him. Two days. And then your luck ran out in a dimly lit hotel corridor.

Mikey had waited in the open door to his room until you tried passing it on the way to yours, when he grabbed your wrist, and dragged you down the corridor and around the next corner. No rooms were here, only the small door to a broom closet. Nobody would look for you back here. And a huge potted plant gave you additional privacy.

You had let out a surprised squeal at him dragging you along all of a sudden, but you got quickly shut up by Mikey’s lips on yours. He was kissing you feverishly, as if it were the last time he ever would get to do it. You couldn’t blame him, after all, god knew what he had to think after you had evaded him for two days, not even allowing him his by now traditional post-show-kiss.

His hands were cradling your face, while he used the length of his body to keep you trapped against the wall, his lips desperately chasing yours. You kissed him back, suddenly not sure anymore how you had managed to deprive yourself of him for the past days.

Only when he was out of breath, did he pull away, leaning his forehead to yours with closed eyes.

“Talk to me,” he begged, his hands falling from your face to your waist, gently holding you there. Not forcefully, never forcefully. Rather the kind of touch that made it clear that he wanted to feel you, wanted you to stay, but would easily allow you to slip away, should you wish to do so. “What happened? What did I do?”

You swallowed thickly, opening your eyes to look at Mikey. His face was so close that you couldn’t focus on him properly, but you could make out his long dark lashes against his smooth skin, the slight stubble that grew on his cheeks. He looked troubled, even with eyes closed and as out of focus as he was right now, you could tell he looked troubled and worried.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, making him shake his head slightly.

“No, no. Don’t apologise,” Mikey disagreed. “You pulled away and there has to be a good reason for that. And I know it has to do with me, so don’t apologise, alright? I just- I want to fix it… if you’ll let me. I want to make things okay again. With us.”

“Is that really what you want,” you asked, finally pulling back a little.

Mikey’s eyes opened, and confused he looked at you.

“What?”

“Do you really want us?”

You could see the fraction of an inch that his eyes widened, the shock, the panic setting in, and almost instantly you felt bad for it. But this exact question had been plaguing you for too long now, so you had to ask it eventually.

“Yes, yes of course,” Mikey bubbled out. “Of course I want us. What- why would you think I didn’t?”

Ashamed you looked away. How the hell should you put all those thoughts and feelings into words, this fear of rejection, of just being a side-gig, the fear that he might be ashamed for you. How could you possibly put it into words without making it sound like you thought he was the bad guy in all of this?

A warm hand came up to your chin, and Mikey tilted your head up to look at him again.

“Why would you think I don’t love you?”

His words were like a knife through the heart, and you could feel tears rising.

“I just- you were so insistent on keeping everything a secret, it felt like-”

The moment the words had left your lips, realization hit Mikey and he groaned, and squeezed his eyes together, before he dropped his head backwards into his neck.

“Shit,” he swore quietly, “I knew I should’ve talked to you about it.” He took a deep breath and looked back at you; his brown eyes full of sorrow as they took you in. “It has absolutely nothing to do with you, it’s just- For as long as I can remember I was always Gerard’s little brother. Or My Chem’s bassist. Or Pete’s friend. And I love being these things. I love my brother, and I love the band and I love Pete, even though all three can really get on my nerves sometimes.

“But to other people I’m never more. I’m never Mikey. I’ve had girls want to date me just because then they’d get closer to my brother. As if he’d ever even think about doing something with a girl I was interested in at some point. Or interviewers ask me about everyone in the band but me. And whenever someone shows interest in me, it’s either because of Gee or because of the band.

“But with you I can just be myself, you know? I can just be Mikey. And- fuck, at first, I wasn’t sure if maybe I’m wrong this time too, that you’re just letting me kiss you because we’re in the same band, and maybe this doesn’t actually mean anything to you. But then we were in that studio, and you kissed my hand and I just knew that it you were actually looking at me-”

You remembered that interaction. A radio station had invited the band to record a song with them, and while everyone else had been busy setting up, you had snuck over to Mikey. It had been quick, the way you had taken his hand and pressed your lips to his knuckles.

You had been scared he’d be mad at you, since anybody could have seen, but the urge to show him some sort of appreciation had been overwhelming, and instead of getting mad, his cheeks had been dusted over a slight pink, so that a minute later Ray had asked if Mikey was feeling alright, or if he might be getting a fever.

“I’ve always been looking at you,” you interrupted Mikey quickly, making him smile sadly.

“I knew that then. I knew that, and it was, is, the most precious thing in my life. And I didn’t want to share it. We, the band, we spend so much time on such narrow space. We know literally everything about each other. But this – that you were looking at me for me – this was my secret, and I wanted to protect it so badly from preying eyes… And I completely forgot that to you it had to seem like I didn’t care enough or-”

Mikey broke off, unable to phrase the words both of you were thinking.

“It’s okay-”

“No, it’s not. Because I made you feel like you weren’t desired, and trust me, that’s as far away from the truth as it gets.”

“I made you feel awful too, not telling you what I was thinking and avoiding you for two days.”

“At least now I know why. So, if you want to tell the others, then I’m fine with that. I don’t feel quite ready for the rest of the world to know, but if that’s what you want, I’ll learn to-”

“It’s not,” you interrupted him. “It’s not what I want. We don’t even have to tell the others, not now at least. I wanted to know why we were keeping it a secret, and now I do. Hell, I can even understand how you feel, parts of it at least. And it’s okay for me to do it at your pace, as long as you promise it won’t last just for this tour.”

“I never meant for it to just last for this tour,” Mikey shook his head in disbelief. “Not with you. I love you too much for that.”

That was the second time now that he had said he loved you. Trying to keep your smile in check, you bit your lip before answering.

“I love you too, Mikey.”

He smiled then, brighter than you had ever seen him smile before, and leant in again, kissing you once more, slower, calmer this time, but with unguarded love, and still smiling, both of you finally certain that your feelings for one another were reciprocated.

A few meters away, Frank silently closed the door to his hotel room, giving a thumbs up to his band mates, letting them know Mikey and you had made up. They’d continue playing the oblivious fools for as long as Mikey and you needed them to.

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[shelbsmustdie]

THERES NO WAY NO FUCKING WAY MCR5? ANOTHER TOUR? WHAT THE HELL COULD THIS BEEE

[mimilovesnumetal]

girl youre way too pretty to be writing dead dove incest fics about gerard way 😭

my mind is in ruins dudee 😭😭

(also thx for the 'pretty' part LMAO)

s2

[littlesunshine1223]

KOBRA KID HEADCANONS??????

Kobra Kid NSFW Headcanons

- he prefers to be in charge but he does have his moments where he wants to be a good boy for you

- he might look like a twink to most people but the second the two of you are in the bedroom it’s a whole different story

- the only times he’ll submit to you completely is if he knows you’ve been having a rough day or if it’s your birthday

- he has a temper (just like Party Poison) and if you piss this snake off enough you’ll feel his bite because you won’t be able to walk the next day

- tug his hair, mark him up with hickeys, leave a perfect handprint on his ass, and edge him till he’s about to cry if you want him to submit for the night

- *Slaps roof of car* this bad boy can go for many many rounds and great potential to make you unable to walk properly for a week

- if you wear his jacket then go lay and spread out on his motorcycle then he will go feral and he’ll have to be drug off you

- his neck, sides, thighs, and chest are his most sensitive spots and if you leave hickeys on any of those places then he’ll get hard by just the sight or even when it’s mentioned

- wanna tease him and turn him on bend him over the nearest surface and whisper what you want to do to him/what you want him to do to you or simply wear his clothes and wait for him in your shared bedroom

- The other Killjoys in the diner threatened to kill you and bury you in the sand when they saw a big hickey on Kobra’s lower neck and collarbone but now the two of you never hear the end of it from Ghoul who likes to tease the two of you

- once he gets between your legs he doesn’t want to get out and if you try to pull him away he’ll whine like a dog and almost start crying from the thought you didn’t like him going down on you

- just reassure him and give him a few kisses and he’ll be on top of you in no time as he rails you into the mattress while praising you and giving you sloppy kisses

[girlofthesunxoxo]

are you mine now ? | mikey way

synopsis : mikey way and y/n had a pretty serious rivalry going on which always made things tense when they were together with the band. but what happens when the boys purposely put them in the same hotel room for a night ?

note : decided to make this at four in the morning ! with a migraine and fantasy in mind !😉 also this may not be completely realistic lololol

includes. handjob (male receiving), no actual smut (sorry) kissing, making out (😭) and i think that’s all.

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none of the fans knew of the feud mikey way and y/n had. or had they suspected it. the only ones who knew were their closest friends / bandmates and they had disregarded it as silly bickering or as frank liked to call it, “weird flirting tactics.” but both mikey and y/n knew it was more than that.

mikey, at first had no problem with y/n, that was until she pointed out something he was a little insecure about. and from then on, he just assumed she was a bitch. disregarding whatever his bandmates said trying to convince him saying, “she really is a nice girl but they just got off on the wrong foot.”

y/n just loved getting under mikeys skin. sure, some might call her a bitch because of that but it was just so fun. when y/n pointed out that little habit mikey did, she didnt do it out of bad intention. she literally had a crush on the boy at first and she felt terrible that he took the remark as an insult. she had tried to apologize but he would just ignore her and whenever he did talk to her, it was to criticize her about something. and from then on, his title of “her crush” was long forgotten about and was replaced with “her enemy” as childish as it may seem.

after a concert where everybody was exhausted, they headed towards the hotel. during the ride there, gerard, ray and frank sent each other nervous glances while y/n looked at them weirdly.

“why are y’all looking at each other that way ?”

they stayed silent besides frank who smirked and scooted closer to her, “say, you dont care who you room with, right ?” making her even more confused.

“i literally dont care as long as i get some sleep.”

frank just looked at gerard and ray before throwing his arm over y/n’s shoulder. he sighed and smiled as if he knew something she didnt. y/n rolled her eyes and rested her head on franks shoulder trying to get some sleep before they get to the hotel.

mikey noticed them and clenched his jaw while rolling his eyes. something that did not go unnoticed by ray who nudged gerards arm and mumbled something he couldnt hear.

they finally stopped at the hotel, mikey being the first one out but not before “accidentally” stepping on y/n’s shoe making her jolt awake. “ow !” which mikey only responded with a mumbled, “whoops.” y/n bit her tongue as to not say anything. frank chuckled as he led her into the hotel.

“hello !”

the receptionist politely nodded her head in greeting to ray. y/n dozed off on the hotels couch next to gerard as frank, ray and mikey got the room keys. she only awoke when she heard a loud, “what” coming from mikey as he looked over at her.

she and gerard walked towards the rest of the group as mikey eyed y/n. “what happened ?” she questioned as everybody stayed silent until ray broke the silence, “you and mikey are rooming together…” he trailed off, waiting for a reaction.

y/n only pursed her lips and muttered a quiet, “great.” anybody could tell that was sarcasm which made mikey scoff.

y/n didnt care that she was rooming with mikey. she really didnt. okay, maybe a little but only because of her small crush on the boy. even through all the insults hes thrown at her, she still harbored feelings for him. which only angered her more.

she took the key card out of his hand and made her way over to the elevator. she noticed he wasnt following her instead glaring at his brother and friends. “im going to lock you out if you dont hurry up, mikey.”

he finally looked at her and quickly walked inside the elevator with her and as the doors closed, she caught a glimpse of the boys snickering.

she could not even begin to explain how awkward she felt alone with him in that elevator. not only was it small, it was also really hot. she could only hope it wasnt too hot in the room. she also hoped mikey couldnt see the blush rising to her cheeks as she felt his shoulders brush against hers and their fingers would lightly tap each other.

after what felt like an eternity, the doors finally opened and she quickly walked towards their room as mikey slowly followed after her. she unlocked the door and held it open for mikey before laying down on the bed and letting out a sigh.

“we’re both going to be adults and share the bed, right ? because im really not in the mood to fight with you, mikey.”

she felt the bed dip beside her and opened her eyes to see mikey nod. after gathering her pajamas, which just consisted of a shirt and little shorts because as expected, it was slightly hot in the room. she made her way towards the shower as mikey laid on the bed waiting for her to finish.

when y/n returned from her well needed shower, she noticed mikeys eyes trail over her body before he blushed and quickly walked over to the bathroom.

it was only a couple of minutes before she saw him exit the bathroom with a towel in his hand as he rubbed it against his hair. shamelessly, she watched with butterflies in her stomach, a light blush on her cheeks and a tingling sensation in her core.

she couldnt believe she getting turned on by mikey way drying his hair.

she shook her head before moving her gaze to the book she brought and began reading. mikey returned to his space on the bed, laying next to her on his side facing her. she could feel eyes on her but she couldnt bring herself to look at him. she was already feeling hot and she was sure if she made eye contact with him, she would turn into a tomato and explode everywhere. thats how much of a crush she still has on him.

but she decided it was worth the risk of exploding so she turned her head towards him which caught him off guard causing him to cough lightly and try to look somewhere else.

“mikey ?”

“hm ?”

“why…why dont you like me ?”

mikey turned to see her pout and slightly furrowed eyebrows as she asked him a simple question.

a simple question that left him speechless. he didnt necessarily not like her. she just made him upset. really upset, sometimes. hell, at first he had a huge crush on her. but he tossed his feelings aside during the beginning of their “rivalry” because he was afraid she didnt feel the same way.

“i…i.” he couldnt finish his sentence.

y/n only nodded before putting her book on the beside table and turning off the lamp next to it. she tried not to let it affect her as she turned over so she wasnt facing him anymore. seriously, he has said much worse in the past but actually hearing him not able to say anything stung worse than the insults.

“wait, y/n.”

he turned his bedside lamp on so only his side of the room was lit up in dim lighting. she turned around and sat up so she was facing him, he exhaled a breath before explaining himself.

“i dont actually hate you… i just - i just thought you didnt like me because of what you said when we first talked.”

“gerard told me you took it in that way but i seriously didnt mean it in a bad way. i actually kind of thought it was cute and meant it as a compliment but then you started insulting me so i gave up on trying to talk to you. but i am sorry it seemed i meant it in a bad way.”

she finally apologized which caused a weight to be lifted off her shoulders.

mikey felt horrible. knowing the girl he had a crush on didnt insult him and actually found him cute and that he misunderstood the whole thing was so embarrassing. he could feel himself grow red as he covered his face with his hands.

y/n furrowed her eyebrows before moving in front of him and taking his hands from his face.

“whats wrong ?”

“i feel so embarrassed. this whole ‘rivalry’ happened because i misunderstood a simple compliment. im so sorry, y/n.

y/n lightly chuckled before holding his hands and lifting his chin with her other hand so he was looking at her.

“its okay. at least we’re friends now, right ?”

mikey smiled before nodding his head. he looked into her eyes before he glanced at her lips causing her to blush for what felt like the millionth time in the last couple of hours. she could feel her whole body heat up before feeling an ache between her legs.

“can i kiss you ?”

she didnt even think when she said those words. mikey was caught off guard as his eyes widened but he quickly nodded his head. she instantly leaned forward and met his lips, it was a soft kiss that only lasted a couple of seconds before she pulled away. it was as if she could see mikeys eyes sparkling before he pulled her back into another kiss.

this one more heated and intense than the first as she wrapped her arm around his neck and started lightly tugging on his hair while her other hand was caressing his blushed cheek. after a particularly harsh tug, he groaned and she pulled away to apologize but the whine that came out of his mouth told her to do otherwise.

mikey tugged on her shirt and she quickly pulled it off before doing the same for mikey. she gently pushed him down on the bed before climbing on top of him and sitting down on his clothed erection. they kissed sloppily and with a few breathy giggles, they finally broke away once reality began to set in.

“are you sure you want to do this ?” y/n had never been more sure of anything in her life.

“of course. do you want this, mikey ?”

“god yes, please.” mikey felt so desperate that he was willing to beg on his knees just for anything to happen.

y/n trailed her hand down mikeys stomach to his thighs, completely ignoring where he wants her to touch him the most at. he whines against her lips when he feels her nails trail up and down his thighs, teasing him and he could feel himself growing harder by the second. he was starting to feel impatient so he grabbed her hand and placed it on his clothed dick, he moaned slightly from the pressure she was putting on it.

she rubbed his dick a few more times before pulling his sweatpants and underwear down, she glanced at mikeys flushed face and back down to his dick which was leaking a little pre-cum. he wasnt too big and he wasnt too small, which came as a relief to y/n. nobody wants to feel like they’re getting split in half.

she gently wrapped a hand around his hardened dick and stroked a few times, she heard his whines and moans and could see his stomach tensing as she stroked faster.

he quickly put his hand over hers and stopped her from continuing.

“what, whats wrong ? do you want to stop ?” her concern evident in her hurried voice.

“nonono, its not that !! i just dont want to c-cum too fast.” he said, looking anywhere but her.

she softly giggled while slowly continuing her movements, “awww you dont want to cum so soon ?”

he only nodded in response while letting out small moans.

“dont worry baby, i want to make you feel good.”

[simp-king-noshi]

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Gerard Way rises up in the morning like an absolute BEAST!!!!!! HE REPLACED THE SUN!!!!!!!

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This is how i look answering your guys asks

[2therazor]

clean sheets

w/c: 2916

revenge gerard x reader

content warnings: afab, dom reader, mommy kink, slightttt masochism, established relationship, unprotected sex, degradation

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!THIS IS A REPOST FROM BEFORE I DELETED THIS BLOG!

it had been an extremely long day. extremely long. all day your boss on your ass about this and that, every thought straying further away from stability. wasn’t being an adult supposed to be fun?

as soon as you pulled into the driveway you felt your heart sink, every emotion in the world had just hit you at once as you slowly got out of the drivers seat and closed the door. the only thing on your mind was walking into the front door and being able to see gerard. days like this he would for sure be sat on the couch watching anything ranging from a superhero movie to a horror movie. (and nowhere in between) you smiled at the thought as you slowly pushed open the front door.

“hey baby,” he called from the couch as you slowly shut the door.

you kicked off your shoes and set down your bag without saying a word. gerard knew something was off right away. you were never this quiet coming home.

“hey.” you sighed, trying to hide the frustration and irritation in your voice. which you knew, wouldn’t do much. gerard always had a way of knowing if something wasn’t right, even if you tried to be as nonchalant as possible, there was no getting past him.

“what’s wrong?” he paused the movie and turned his head to look at you in the doorway. your head was down the entire time, looking at your feet.

the question alone was enough to make you crack as you quickly burst into tears, not lifting your head from your feet to look at gerard. you knew the look of concern on his face would probably only make it worse and you hated to worry him.

“oh sweetheart, I’m sorry,” he shifted from his spot on the couch and made his way over to you, slowly wrapping his arms around your body. the scent of his cheap cologne mixed with cigarettes was all too familiar to you. never once did you not feel safe in his arms, especially when you were like this.

“it’s just- my stupid fucking boss again” you choked between sobs, burying yourself deeper into his sweater.

you felt an arm come up to rub small circles on your back as he pulled away from you, looking at you with those soft, hazel eyes. you could’ve swore you’d die right there. he spoke gently, “was she on your ass again about the drafts?”

you nodded, attempting to hide in his arm again, but he stopped you, bringing a hand up to your cheek to wipe your tears.

“I’m just so frustrated and irritated, she makes me feel like i’m always doing everything wrong. i cant stand being treated like im like five years old and incapable of doing my job.” you brought your own sleeve to wipe your nose and eyes, wondering how gerard could see you like this; a sobbing mess, and still think you were the most beautiful thing he’s laid his eyes upon.

“i know baby, i know. why don’t you come sit with me for a bit, I’ll make you some tea and you can just relax for a bit.”

you smiled up at him and nodded gently. he always knew how to comfort you even if it was something so small and ridiculous in your mind.

“okay, come on,” he put his hand in yours and gently guided you over to the couch to sit. when he tried to walk away to turn the tea kettle on, he was stopped by a hand grabbing his sweater.

“stay? just for a little? just wanna hold you, please”

you croaked, lowering your hand.

he smiled gently, black hair falling into his eyes. “okay, yeah. ok i can do that.”

you smiled as he sunk into the couch. immediately, you crawled into his lap as he wrapped his arms around you.

you both stayed like this for a while, just enjoying each other’s presence when you began to feel a bit antsy. moving around every few minutes, hoping gerard wouldn’t notice.

but the truth was, it was hard not to notice what you were doing. squirming more and more as time went on. when you realized gerard was playing dumb, you looked up at him and weakly spoke.

“gee?”

he turned his head to look at you, but he had that sick sly grin on his face. he definitely knew what you were trying to do. but still, he played along, acting all innocent, pretending he didn’t have a clue.

“what’s up?”

you bit your lip, embarrassed to even bring it up, but still you tried, “can we… try something?”

there it was, that smile that he tried (but failed miserably) to hide, gently looking down at you, bringing a hand to your face. “what did you have in mind?”

you were so flustered but were getting to a point where none of that mattered anymore, so gently you said, “like… maybe i could be dominant? push you around, make you beg… just need to let off some steam..”

gerard was failing so hard to keep his composure, all he could muster out was a mere “fuck baby”

you smiled, slowly snaking up to his face and pulling him in for a heated kiss. kissing gerard was usually gentle and slow, but now he seemed desperate, practically begging you without words to push your tongue deeper into his mouth.

he pulled away for a second, hair messy, lips slick with your saliva and his combined. “lets take this to our room?”

you smiled and gently put a hand on his chest, trailing your fingers closer to his obvious bulge.

“yeah, I’d like that”

on the way to the bedroom you two could hardly keep your hands off of each other, gerard grabbing you by the hand and dragging you down the hall only for your lips to collide again as soon as he shut the door.

“gee?” you broke the kiss to say

“yeah baby?”

there was a spark in your eyes as you lowered your head to smile and speak. “go sit on the bed.”

gerard could’ve sworn he felt his dick twitch at that comment, he simply complied. making his way over to the bed and sitting on the edge, waiting patiently.

“aw, already being so good baby… but I’m gonna need you to sit all the way on the bed, can you do that for me?”

gerard felt his face turn red, god it was so hot to see you like this, him listening to every command you spoke, not questioning a damn thing. he felt so vulnerable, but god did he love it. you were intoxicating, there was no doubt about that.

and so, he slowly crawled back further onto the bed, groaning at the tight feeling in his jeans.

“sweetheart, please… i need you.”

god he was so needy, you rolled your eyes and scoffed. “did you really think it was gonna be that easy? christ gerard, i haven’t even taken my clothes off and this is how you treat me?”

his eyes widened with anticipation, not knowing what to say next he blurted out,

“mommy, please. im sorry.” he stifled a moan.

fuck. you were done for.

you tried to keep the façade up as you slowly walked over to the bed and began to strip slowly, making sure gerard was watching your every move. and he was, practically fucking you with his eyes.

he moved a hand down to attempt to touch himself but was quickly stopped by your hand attempting to pin his wrist to the bed.

“did I say you could touch yourself?” you growled climbing into his lap, still in your panties.

he turned his face to the side, attempting to avoid eye contact. you were not gonna let him off that easy.

“look at me. did I say you could touch yourself gerard?”

he whined at the pressure of you on his lap and slowly breathed out, “no.. im just. fuck i need you baby. need to be inside of you.”

a slap rang through the room, gerard gently bringing his hand up to his cheek.

“you’re not behaving gerard. good boys wait. and what are you supposed to call me?”

his glossy eyes turned to you as he spoke, “im sorry mommy. i’ve been bad. didn’t mean to-“

you cut him off with a kiss, this time more gentle.

“color?” you asked, gently stroking his cheek.

“green. fuck green” he breathed out

you smiled as you went back to kissing down his neck, slowly grinding down on his lap with each kiss.

gerard really couldn’t be in his pants much longer, and as you pulled away from his neck, he asked quietly, “mommy? can i take my pants off? please…”

you smiled, gently moving to push your leg against the tent that had been growing in his jeans.

that was enough to make gerard whine and moan all over again, attempting to cover his mouth with one of his free hands. you quickly put a stop to this.

“no, wanna hear you baby boy, you’re so pretty. gotta hear you moan while I fuck you.”

his eyes shut tight and hips bucked against your leg as he let out another high pitched moan.

you smiled, slowly unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down but leaving his boxers on. quickly he kicked away his jeans and they were lost to the floor for the third time this week.

pre come leaked in a small patch on his boxers, barely visible underneath the black fabric. you were practically dripping wet at the sight, not once breaking eye contact as you freed his cock from his boxers.

this earned you a small whine from gerard who had his head thrown back against the pillows with labored breathing. you could see sweat glistening on his forehead, wondering how he got worked up so quickly with you.

“gee baby?” you got his attention, tugging on the hem of one of his many band tees that had seemed to be falling apart at the seams.

“mm?” he replied, soft and quiet. god how did you get so lucky.

seconds later, you were pulling the shirt off his head throwing it to the floor along with his boxers. he was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen in the world. long black locks sticking to his forehead, leftover makeup from nights before.

“c-can you touch me?” he whined, squirming around beneath you.

“i don’t know… you’ve been so so impatient all night. dont know if you deserve it…” you started to trail off.

that really made gerard move beneath you. you could tell he was biting his tongue, holding back from talking back to you again because he knew the consequences.

noticing his movement you slowly dragged your panties off your body. “think you can do something for me baby?” you enquired as he watched you with eager eyes.

“yes, i can do anything for you mommy.” his voice barely audible as he looked up.

“can’t hear you baby…” you gripped your fingers around his throat, giving him a tight squeeze. “speak up, or i’ll just leave you here for another hour.”

his voice was strained as he tried to speak through your hand gripping down on his throat. “please. god please, i’ll do anything, i’m your good boy please.”

you chuckled at his babbling, slowly removing your hand from his throat “so needy…” you said moving your pussy closer to his face. “gonna sit on your face, and if you’re good, i’ll fuck you hard and rough like you like.” you knew the power you held over him right now and you were not going to break character. not when your boyfriend was a sweaty, whiny, mess underneath you. you swore you felt it go straight to your core at the thought,

before he could respond, you lowered yourself onto his face, thighs on both sides of his head, causing him to grip onto your thighs.

“gerard.” you said in a stern tone.

he quickly realized his mistake removing his hands from your body.

“why are you so needy today? you want mommy’s pussy so bad? you have to fucking earn it whore.” you spoke above him before lowering yourself on his face again. he started out slow, small licks from the bottom of your dripping cunt to your clit, sucking hard.

“fuck baby,” you moaned attempting to grind harder down on his face. still, he continued, licking every drop from you, making filthy noises and sucking on your clit in between licks. you were so close, every breath stifling as you sunk further down on him. his tongue plunging deeper and deeper.

gerard could tell you were close, he knew the tell-tale signs of your orgasms like the back of his hand. he sped up, eating you out with so much desperation that it was almost pathetic.

“ah- gerard fuck.”

he stopped for a moment, lightly using his hands to push you off of his face so he could speak. “please cum baby… please, wanna taste you on my tongue, just fucking use me.” before bringing you back to his mouth

you broke, a moaning, overstimulated mess above him as you reached your high, legs shaking as you slowly moved off of his face breathing heavily.

you noticed gerard hadn’t gotten any softer down there, in fact, he looked bothered. the tip of his cock so red and sensitive, pre-come still leaking from the tip. you smiled gently and caressed his cheek. “you did so fucking good for me baby… want me to fuck you? fuck you so hard you can barely think?”

he nodded quickly and sighed out of relief. he needed you so badly.

“fuck me, please. be rough, do whatever you want… just need you now.”

and that's all you needed to hear before sinking down on his cock. still, even if you had been together for almost two years, it was always difficult to adjust to his size. he moaned at the sight of you, throwing his head back and exposing his bare neck. quickly, you wasted no time marking his neck. you knew he loved it when you bit him, licked him and kissed him up and down his neck. always relishing the sweet sounds that came with it. he brought his hands up to cup your breasts, rubbing small circles around your nipples.

you quickly sat up and began to move your hips at an even pace. gerard’s moans filling the room as you bounced up and down on him, not stopping.

for a moment you looked down at him, he was so fucked out it was unbelieveable. you slowly reached your hands down to his neck to choke him again. you felt him go stiff underneath you, letting out a guttural moan from his throat. his eyes grew soft, and although you were in charge, a wave of adoration flooded you as he grabbed your hand and pushed it down harder against his throat.

you picked up the pace again, hands still squeezing his neck tight.

“fuck.. so good..feels so. good.” he babbled beneath you, you could hardly keep your composure at this, that tight knot in your stomach making itself extremely noticeable again.

you moved your hands away from his throat to bring them to his thighs, slapping him as you sped up. you knew he liked it rough, and after the day you had, he told you not to hold back. and that’s exactly what you did.

“gee, m’ so close” you whined, still not slowing down.

“me too- fuck. can we cum together? please? i’ve been good.”

you had to hold yourself from cracking up because he had been anything but good. still, with the state you were both in, you didn’t have the strength to boss him around anymore. you needed release and so did he.

“yes baby, cum for me. do it hard, come for mommy like a good boy…” and it seemed those were the magic words as gerard bucked his hips up in one thrust, and you felt the familiar twitch of him inside of you. you came shortly after, barely able to sit up anymore.

both of you breathing heavily looked at each other and smiled as you slowly climbed off of your boyfriend’s lap, careful not to make too much of a mess.

gerard quickly slid out of bed and grabbed a towel from your shared closet to wipe you down before you had to clean the sheets for the fourth time this week. once he was done he pulled you into his arms, smiling and humming as he looked down at you, almost asleep.

“doing okay?” he asked with a slight hint of concern in his voice.

“yes, more than okay actually” you giggled, bringing his arm around your shoulder. “how about you baby? are you okay?”

“oh god yes,” his cheeks turned upright as he tried to laugh it off, acting like he didn’t have some of the best sex in his life with you.

you smiled into his chest, and although he couldn’t see it, he could feel the curve of your lip pressed against him.

“nap time?” he asked, pulling the covers over the both of you.

“yes, definitely.” you curled back into him and gently dozed off, forgetting about the god-awful day you had.

[all2angels]

MOTHER IS BACK!!! I'm from the stalker mikey post you wrote right before break... and I was wondering if you could right more about the... next time... bats my eyelashes cutely....

hihi (gn!reader this could be anal or p in v)

tw:

DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT

extreme noncon, gagging, ropes, breaking in, BD/$M, "PAIN?PAIN!!", again NONCON!, drug use, BROKEN GLASS and blood! lots of pain here ok,

when stalker!mikey decided he can't take it anymore, he'll start to plan his grand gesture to you. after preparing, he'll do it as soon as possible.

problem was that the note he left did in fact freak you out a little bit and you've seem to have decided you didn't want to play this little game anymore. stalker!mikey didn't like that very much. it's time you learn this was never a game.

that night, along with a few of the things he's brought with himself— he threw a rock at your window, breaking a hole into it. obviously, this wakes you up, and you try to run out the door but mikey quickly stepped in despite the shards of glass. he didn't care if it pierced through his skin, leaving him with wounds all over his body.

you really did try to make a run for it, but he grabbed you and pushed you into your bed that's covered with broken glass, you winced as you felt it pierce through your back.

ok, plan b, beg for him to stop. yea, you didn't have very high hopes for this one.

he chuckles at your pleas, calls you cute and caresses your cheeks. the pain from the glass in your back definitely made you unable to put up a fight, not being able to stand or move without feeling it go slightly deeper. you felt the wet blood cover your back, you couldn't move or else you'd have to scream from all the pain.

he notices this and almost feels bad so he takes out something and forces you to take it. after a while, you started to feel dizzy and light headed, the pain still hurted but it didn't bother you much anymore... maybe it even felt good.

stalker!mikey's hard-on hurt though. he needed you desperately, but tried to maintain himself as he put finishing touches. he tied your hands to the bedpost, then he took off your underwear and placed it forcefully in your mouth. the feeling of the cloth in your mouth made you gag, close to throwing up.

he admired his work, then started to undo his belt and zipper. he took out his cock, lining it up to your hole, no lube, just a little bit of spit.

it was going to be a long night.

[xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx]

Mcr headcanon: y/n (gn) is starring in a horror movie and they’re character d!es in the movie.

Like they d!e in a HORRIBLE way, like horrifying way, how do the boys react to it?

TW: mentions of a fictional character's death, mentions of food, mentions of jealousy

Gerard

I'm literally on my way back from a Yosakoi festival after getting up at 3am (it's 9pm currently, I had 4 hours of sleep), and my feet have been in soaking wet shoes for the past 10 hours (I think they're starting to develop gills) because the rainy season decided to made a comeback and they had to cancel the fireworks because of that (at a festival that's called a "fire carnival" of all events), and you're coming with this? Not formatted properly because I'm literally sitting in a bus, that's driving through the Kyūshū night while I have glitter stones stuck to my face and two braids with Yukata-hair-accessories on my head.

WC: ???

Assuming Gerard knows what's gonna happen, he's probably looking forward to it. He's sitting in your living room, watching the screen attentively, the snacks you were sharing long forgotten as his eyes follow the action. He's leant forward, ellbows on knees, asking "oh, is this where it happens?" in an almost gleeful voice. Depending on how sudden the scene happens, he either gets jumpscared or just follows the story like the most interesting lecture. Either way he ends up laughing, and leaning back into the couch once it's over, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and kissing your forehead. "Well done," he'll tell you with his lips pressed to your forehead.

Would he watch that movie again: sure! It's a good movie! Next time he'd like to discuss the foreshadowing of the ending through the use of colours and the weather in the early scenes of the movie.

Mikey

Mikey loves horror movies, and that his s/o is staring in one is just a major plus to him. He has a lot of experience with horro movies, so he catches on pretty early that your character is going to die, even if you didn't tell him. He would low-key get excited about it. A voice in the back of his head tells him that 15 or 20 years ago the idea of watching a character that has the face of a beloved person die on screen would have terrified him, even though he was very well able to tell fiction from reality, but now he just enjoys the action, as he feels you cuddled into his side. He might even go as far as offer ideas for even more gruesome deaths, or ways to make the character's death even more painful for the audience.

Would he watch that movie again: absolutely! Has the potential to become a new favourite of his.

Side note: my seatmate just fell asleep on my shoulder. I shall not move until she wakes up.

Ray

Ray would generally be pretty chill about it. He grew up with horror movies too, and he is used to seeing you on screen, so he isn't all too bothered by it, but probably more bothered than Gerard. He doesn't show it all too openly, only pulls you in after the scene is over and praises your work. The only indication that he is more affected by it than he lets on is when he pulls you in a little tighter that night, holding you close to his warm body with his nose buried against your neck. (Seatmate just tried sitting up, and failed. Head is back on my shoulder.)

Would he watch that movie again: he wouldn't necessarily bring it up by himself. If he wants to see you act, there are other movies you're in, where you get a happy end, or at least don't die (he prefers watching those over watching your character die, even if he has to suffer through watching you kiss another actor or actress in front of the camera. It always makes him a bit more self-conscious watching you kiss those perfect people, even if it's not real, and he get a bit more clingy than usual for a few days afterwards.)

Seatmate sat up again, is leaning towards the other side now.

Frank

Frank plays is cool, but isn't. Like the others he has seen enough horror movies and has seen you enough on screen. He's even okay with your characters making out with other characters on screen, even though he does have a (well controlled) possessive side that usually tries to act up when some person is hitting on you. (Seatmate's head is back on my shoulder. She's so cute.) So he knows he shouldn't feel that pit in his stomach opening, it's just fiction after all, you're right here next to him, babbling about how hot the studio was that day while playing with his fingers. Still he closes his eyes at the last shot showing your character staring up right past the camera with lifeless eyes. He has watched your characters die on screen before, but something about the way this is portrayed hits different. "Whoa, that looked pretty real," he'd chuckle, his voice a little more shaky than he'd like to admit, "rad acting there!" Luckily you know him well enough to see through his facade. You know he's self-conscious about his feelings towards this scene, so you don't address it directly, but you scoot a little closer to him at night, and he takes the invitation, and wrappes you in his arms (which is rare, since he usually needs a little bit of space to fall asleep).

Would he watch that movie again: only if you asked and he couldn't come up with an excuse not to watch it. He'd rather not see this last shot of your face again.

And since nobody asked, you get a picture of our banner

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