fran ﹑ he it british author 4 mcr, fob, p!atd, A7x && general bandom stuff! frank iero dogboy truther + frikey & frerard shipper
i usually write AFAB!GN reader but will write gendered upon request — reqs always open come say hi ^_^
unfortunately i won’t write ray toro! i just can’t get myself into writing him </3
i’ll write any kinks EXCEPT for scat, vomit, feet, DDLG / MDLB, gore / “dark” interpretations of any person, rape / noncon, waycest ect
i WILL write the following; petplay, age gaps (aslong as both characters are of CONSENTING age), somno, angst, hurt no comfort, hurt w/ comfort,
who will i write for? well i’m glad you asked; gerard way, mikey way, frank iero, pete wentz, patrick stump, ryan ross, joe trohman, syn gates, m shadows, zacky v, johnny christ, william beckett (bilvy) & sisky business
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pete doesn’t usually eat people out to prep, he thinks he’s above that.. you know he usually fucks and leaves but something about you makes him want to..
pete wearing that stupid red clandestine hoodie while he fucks you in his car
how current!pete gets you in his studio nowadays
pete wants you anywhere he can get you
pete fucking you so hard you can FEEL it all the way through your body
pete railing into you after you teased him during an interview at an wards show.. tell me this outfit isn’t just him
pervy!gyno!pete fingering you just to help.. this is completely professional, he promises it is, but you like it.. slowly you start to need him more
pete talking m!viewer into taking his cock down his throat to the base
just the tip between your pussy.. not inside, he promises
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the sort of noises gee makes when he’s trying his best to be quiet..
jerking off gee while watching one of those horror movies he loves.. just makes him cum faster
making gee cum inside you..
did i mention that he’s a munch?
iero!reader grinding on gee’s boxers, it’s not her fault she found his stash of less than appropriate photos of her..
gee whimpering and practically crying when you tease his pretty cock
gee’s chub and (borderline) tits are so cute.. how couldn’t you give them some attention
late!basement gee when you find his vibrator… it’s not his he swears it isn’t!!
gee sucking you off.. he needs it in his mouth sometimes, when he gets too upset or angry
overstimming brat!basement!gee
overstimming him under the dingy orange lights in the basement. it’s his reward for cleaning
gee being just the sweetest.. with sweet!fdom!viewer
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patrick goes stupid when you ride him
patrick fucking into wentz!readers hand while pete is out running errands..
soul punk!patrick being so needy.. he overworks himself, don’t you think he deserves a little something?
the type of things you do to soul punk!patrick right before he has to go on stage…
m!reader and patrick… you see it right..
puppyboy!patrick but specifically dead on arrival mv era!!
soul punk!patrick being teased by wentz!ex wife!reader after the split just before ab/as… it was a bitter split.. she just needs consolation about patrick’s thoughts on his old bandmate..
tttyg!patrick getting ridden.. it’s not every day he has someone as beautiful as you paying attention to him
contains: danger days era!frank iero x afab!gn!reader
wc: 914
warnings: reader is referred to as ‘ma’ or ‘mama’ by frank and occasionally calls themselves that, ONE use of y/n, puppy play, creampies, frank being well.. frank
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Frank was desperate, that’s something you knew when you met him — he needed to be touched the second he got horny or he’d be the most insufferable person on the planet.
And so, naturally, sat in Franks apartment waiting for him to come home from tour.. you had an idea.
You see, you and Frank had been fuck buddies for almost three years now.. it wasn’t unusual for you to both show up at eachothers apartments in need of something.
The outfit you had chosen was less than PG.. lace and silk wrapping around your body like the elegance of wind dancing through your fingers.
You could hear Frank before you saw him, the door of his apartment creaking open slowly as he huffed to himself about something trivial you knew you’d hear about later.
Franks shoes dragged across the floor, still somehow oblivious to your presence.
Eventually — when the boy had made it to the front room, he stopped dead in his tracks; jaw falling open so wide you’d assume it was broken.
“Y/n..? Holy- holy shit- what the- fuck..” He muttered, blush spreading across his face faster than you’d ever seen.
“Awh.. hi Frankie.. you miss me?” You giggled, laugh sickeningly sweet as your hand reached up to drag down his chest with your finger.
“Fuck- angel- so much.. so so much and.. and now I get to come to this..? fuck angel you don’t- know what you- aahh!” Franks ramble was cut off as your hand settled over his bulge, palming him through his skinny jeans.
“Mffh! Oh- oh shh-shit ma..” Frank whimpered, dropping to his knees in one swift motion; immediately budging your legs open with his face.
When he looked up at you, eyes wide and glistening, he was already leaving hickeys and suckling on your thighs in-between his desperate glances.
“Ma- ma please.. I wan- want it- want it so bad ma..” Frank was practically begging now, bulge budging against nothing before it finally knocked against the couch, leading him to let out a moan that made you blush so hard you felt sick.
“Please what… Frankie?” You smirk, hands slipping under his chin to lift it up, forcing him to look at you while he begged.
“Ah- oh ffu-fuck wanna make ma feel good.. wann’ wanna be a good puppy… please-“ He was still begging, voice desperate and strained, much like his cock in his skinny jeans right now.
“Oh? does puppy wanna eat ma out? .. maybe i’ll let you inside if you make me cum.. pup.” The laugh that came out of you was almost cruel, but the man between your legs took it as a challenge, immediately yanking your panties aside with his teeth, waiting no time between that and licking stripes up your cunt.
He was eating like a man starved, licking and lapping frantically at your slick; drinking up the sounds his movements forced you to let go.
“Ma- ma can feel.. can feel that you’re close.. cum in ‘m mouth ma.. wan’ taste it…” Franks whined against your cunt, sending vibrations up through your core — and just like that you did, and somehow in that moment Frank fell even more in love with you.
And he knows how that sounds, being in love with your strictly best friend with benefits? Always a disaster.
But in that moment, when you tugged frank up and pushed him down on the couch, all of the thoughts left his brain.
He couldn’t even process anything until you had fully sunk down on his length, balls deep inside of you as he pawed at your hips.
“Hey.. hey, you still with me pup? gotta answer for ma before I do anything..” You muttered, hand gently caressing his cheek.
“Mhhm- mh- fuck yeah- i’m with you ma- i’m.. ah fuckfuckfuck-“ Frank was cut off by the feeling of the piercing you had become acquainted to, hitting a soft spot inside you, one that always made him react like that.
“Oh! fuck- mphhh- god puppy.. you wanna make mommy feel good huh? yeah?” You probed, hands dragging down his tattooed biceps now.
You hadn’t even properly said anything, but his eyes lit up nonetheless, he knew what he wanted and he wanted it now.
A small gasp left Frank before he answered, a sly smile creeping onto his face; “d-do I get to fuck mama? do I? does- ah- does puppy get to?” Frank pleaded, looking up at you sitting still on his painfully hard cock, straddling him—looking like something out of a centrefold.
“Ohh.. mhhm- puppy gets to fuck ma.. go on sweet boy..” You gave him the go ahead, and before you knew it, you had practically swapped positions; frank was now above you, rutting into your cunt mercilessly.
His hands were flailing and flying, trying to keep you down before he started fucking into you harder, feeling you tighten around him made his brain cloudy.
And before you could praise him again, with one last fuck, Franks movements halted as a warmth filled your stomach and your own orgasm came crashing through.
Cum mixing with cum coated every surface; your thighs, the couch, Frank’s cock, everything.
In that moment, the only thing in the world that mattered more than Frank’s tour stress, was you.. You sitting under him, gasping for breath as his hips bucked up slowly into the mixture of cum in your cunt.
Yeah. You weren’t leaving any time soon.
A/N: ahhh! hello there lovely, yet another subby MCR fic for you pervs out there.. I had a lotta fun writing this one! so I hope you enjoyed ; )
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warnings: Reader is referred to as being AFAB / having tits but all GN for the most part, Reader is referred to as mommy or mama by Gee
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Finding yourself back home in New Jersey after being gone since you were 18 was weird, to you — atleast.
But to Gerard? He couldn’t stop staring at you, primarily your tits.. and how clear your skin was nowadays.
That’s why it came to a surprise when he told you he had kept your Paladin figures from almost 11 years ago; it brought a smile to your face.
Walking down into the basement again felt like being hit in the face with memories you had tucked away in the confines of your mind, but nonetheless the wave of memories was welcome, you had missed this.
Sitting down at the table with Gerard and a bunch of people you barely recognised, you held your Paladin figure in your hand — bringing it close to your eye as you softly examined the paint job, even now at 27 you still had an eye for these things.
Gerard was the DM as always, his voice narrating every move like it was nothing, accent curving around words and distorting letters in a way you had always been drawn to.
“You walk toward the cave.. trekking deeper as you see a half-orc — curled around a large pile of gold.. what do you do? and remember .. DC 15” Gerard smiles at you; and you think.. only for a second, thoughts swirling around your head like a blender.
“Hmm.. i move to flirt..” You smirk, the expression lying on your face as you watch Gerard closely; and for a second, he freezes.
The game continued normally for a while, Gerard smiling like a fool as the other players enjoyed every move, some raging and some laughing at jokes.
By the end of the game, it was just you and Gerard left. A silence settled over the room, not awkward, but just comfortable enough.
You stood from your seat with the intention to go outside— stretching as a small whine left your lips.. but before you could get to the stairs of the basement; Gerard grabbed your wrist, his hands were warm.. almost too warm.
“Wait.. I- uhm- did you.. mean..? any of that?” Gerard mumbled, a blush settling over his pale skin like he had caked too much on.. but you knew better, you knew Gerard.
“Hm? what do you mean, Gee?” You giggled, voice sultry and low, stepping toward him slowly.
“The- fuck- the flirting.. did you mean it..?” He was fiddling with his thumbs now, shifting from where he was stood, thighs pushed together tight enough to chafe, you thought.
“Oh Gee.. you never noticed hm? Never noticed how I looked at you all those years ago?” The words left your lips like it was a normal thing, like you hadn’t just confessed your almost 11 year long crush on the boy stood in front of you now.
“I- uh.. I did I just- I thought- mph!” You cut him off quickly, closing the space between you as you smashed your lips together.
Before you could even register what you’d done, you had Gerard backed onto the mattress, straddling him as he tried his best not to buck his hips up into your cunt.
“Please- fuckfuckfuck- please mo- sweetheart- please..” He whined, flailing at your hips as his hands slapped at the skin of your thighs.
“Please what.. Gee?” You giggled yet again, eyes raking over his body, fingers fiddling with the buckle of his belt quickly.
His belt popped open, cock spring free as soon as you tugged down his slacks and boxers; it was big.. bigger than you had imagined, his tip flushed crimson, tip dripping down onto his stomach.
Your hand wrapped around his length, moving up and down in a rhythmic motion that caused Gerard to buck up into your grip, practically fucking into it so quickly you could barely see it.
Moans and whimpers ripped from his throat, sinful noises leaving his mouth like music to your ears before he looked at you desperately.
“Ah- fuck mph! want- want in- wanna be- please mommy- pleasee- fuck..” Gerard practically begged, trying his best to halt the involuntary movements his hips kept attempting.
“Oh..? you wanna be inside do you? how badly do you want it hm?” You teased, your hand slicked with his pre, almost dripping wet.
“So- so bad.. just wanna please you.. just wan-wanna make you feel good- please.. not about me mama- wanna fuck you good..” The boy below you was whimpering now, staring up at you with eyes so wet they could be compared to a puppy.
You didn’t answer, instead opting to pull down your pants and panties, lining Gerard up with the entrance of your cunt, his tip catching on your entrance which only caused him to illicit another filthy moan.
Slowly, you sank down onto his length, the curve in it hitting a sensitive spot inside you; moans leaving you as you began to rock your hips on his cock, lifting yourself up slowly before slamming back down.
“Oh fuck-oh fuckfuckfuckfuck- fuhhhckk- mama.. fuck feel so good- so warm so- so fuckin’ warm” Gerard moaned, eyes rolling back in his head as his warmth spilled inside you quicker than you started.
“Mph- Gee! you just- oh fuck you came already huh..? can’t even last that long.. so pathetic aren’t you?” Moans left your mouth so quickly they blurred together, degrading the boy below you like second nature.
“Yeah- fuck- ‘m sorry baby- so sorry.. fuck-“ Gerard sniffled, tears leaving his eyes, pleasure or sadness, you didn’t really know.
You lay down atop Gerard, hands intertwined in his hair, at the moment you didn’t truly care about anything, you just wanted him.
And in that moment he was yours, truly and eternally yours.
A/N: this is slightly based on this lovely persons post! i haven’t played DND in almost 3 years so my knowledge is extremely rusty.. plus this isn’t my usual sort of smut but enjoy!!
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PETE WENTZ
Current!Pete is so mean not moving when he fucks you : (
Dirtbag!Pete making you take only the tip of his cock inside
Sub!Pete is rare… but the chances are never 0
Pete talks big game until he’s actually in bed.. then he’s a mess for you
Pete’s way of apologising
Pete is always such a cocky fucker, especially as a mentor to P!ATD.. what happens when Ryan’s sister doesn’t take his BS?
Pete is a cheat.. it’s not exactly like he wants kids, he always says no to creampies.. but why is the girl in this video not you?
Bsf!Pete fucks you like he means it..
Divorcee!Current!Pete when you’ve been such a good babysitter to his kids.. of course he pays you money but he pays you like this, too
Dirtbag!Pete yanks off that condom as soon as he can, he’s just a fiend for hitting it raw
PATRICK STUMP
Soul punk!Patrick letting you ride & dom him
You promised Patrick head.. it’s only fear you follow through, even in the back seat
Patrick is a gentle eater.. naturally
Post split!Patrick is so pent up he just had to fuck you like this.. just let him yeah?
Late!Soul Punk/Blondegate!Patrick
Subby!Patrick begging to paint you in his cum
JOE TROHMAN
Joe begging to cum and he keeps trying to grab at your ass.. why won’t you let him?
Big fan of the Subby!Joe agenda..
Pervy!Gyno Joe… do you see the vision
How Joe eats it when he’s back from tour
SOMNO WARNING!! -> Joe comes back so late.. but he needs to inspect you
warnings: boot play, mentions of masculinising HRT affects (t-dick), readers genitals are referred to as both cock and cunt
reference: this p!link
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It’s not exactly like you meant to find yourself staring at Gerard’s boots, but when he’s prancing around on stage it’s sort of impossible to get past it.
You had been MCR’s drummer for a little while now, just toward the start of 2004–in time to be some of the reasoning behind the sound of Three Cheers.
But now, on stage at warped tour; the dessert heat causing sweat to bead down to your body as you sat behind your drum set, you found yourself marvelling as the way Gerard moved on stage.
The closing notes of Cemetery Drive floated across the open space of whatever city you were in now; Texas, you vaguely recalled.
But past the partying and minimal sleep, you really could never tell. It’s not like you meant to lose track of it really, it just happened.
By the time the bands set had finished the only thing in your head was finding somewhere quiet to take care of the very obvious problem you were experiencing in the moment, your thighs practically forming a vice grip as you walked.
The green room was an almost breath of fresh air, the A/C hitting you with relief usually only a cold beer could fix.
You hadn’t noticed Gerard staring at you through your own lust hazed mind; hadn’t noticed how he seemed to be further back near your drums the whole show—not until Frank said something.
“Y’know.. Gee’s been real close to ya all night..” Frank drawled, a knowing smirk curved against his lips.
“Huh- no.. no he wasn’t, must be seein’ things Frankie..” You mumbled, cheeks reddening as blush sprawled from your ears to the bridge of your nose; you looked feverish.
Minutes ticked by like seconds and before you knew it, Gerard came stumbling into the green room; cigarette smoke, cologne and that familiar musk radiating off him.
“Hey sweetheart.. come outside with me will ya?” He questioned, but it was more of a demand than anything; his finger was pointed at you.
You rose from the couch without a second thought, a deep sigh leaving you as you stretched, shirt riding up to expose your stomach.
By the time you made it to the rather secluded parking lot of the venue; Gerard was fidgeting with his hands—nearly dropping his cigarette in the progress.
“You okay Gee..? You look- nervous..” You mumbled, turning to face the black haired boy stood next to you.
The smoke tumbled from his lips in an agonisingly slow rhythm before he answered, eyes darting around the parking lot.
“Saw you starin.. sweet’art” He chuckled finally, his lips curving into a taunting smile, mocking you almost.
“I- uh.. staring..? I wasn’t-“ You started before he cut you off; “Don’t need to lie, baby.”
Baby. Baby? What was he doing?
“Saw you starin’ at my boots, think I don’t notice rubbing your thighs together pretty boy?” He smiled, confident in himself like there was no room in this conversation for him to be wrong, which there wasn’t.
“Come back to the bus with me, will ya?” Gerard prosed, walking before you could even reply, and for some reason you followed.
The bus was warm, too warm, or was that just the growing heat in your abdomen? You didn’t know.
In a flurry of motion, you were backed down against the couch, hitting it with a soft thud as Gerard stared at you from above, still smirking and still as cocky as ever.
“Gee- what- what are you doing?” You practically mewled, voice small as you felt the heat in your pants practically growing against your jeans.
“Strip for me, sweet’art.” The man above you insisted, staring down at his boots as he moved them up and against your thighs, kicking at the coarse denim.
“C’mon.. don’t keep me waiting sweet thing.”
Your hands fumbled at your belt buckle, undoing it with a clink, hiking down your jeans in a swift motion; Gerard took the moment to knock your thighs apart with his boots.
He kicked at your thighs roughly, the steel toe caps eliciting a sharp gasp and moan intertwined, rumbling from your lips.
“I see it all.. pretty, all of it, the way you stare like a bitch in heat.. but you’re not a bitch, are you?” The black haired man chided; boots leaving your thighs—he was stood between your legs now, peering down at you.
“No- mm-mm ‘m not- not a bitch Gee.. You’re ju-jus so pretty, fu-fuck i need you.. please.” You moaned again, pathetically writhing against the couch.
“Aww.. look at that pretty cock, such a pretty boy aren’t you angel?” Gerard praised, practically feeding into the wetness in your core.
It’s not like it was a hidden fact that you had been on testosterone, you had been openly trans before you even joined MCR, but hearing Gerard call your t-dick a cock made something inside you fuzzy, like your brain was slipping into a place you didn’t recognise.
Without a second warning, his boot made contact with your cunt, the sole pressing against it like ice on your neck.
“Ah- Ah fuck- Gee! Mmhhh!” You whined, eyes almost rolling back into your head.
“Christ.. you moan like sin, sweet boy, bet you’re so close just from my boots on your dick aren’t you sweet thing?” He chuckled, kicking at your dick yet again.
You could only nod mindlessly, your brain was fuzzy, all thoughts completely out of the window as you felt that far too familiar coil tighten in your stomach slowly.
“Gonna- mmhh! gonna cu-cum Gee..” You whimpered, moans punctuating your sentences.
“Oh? Is my pretty boy gonna come just from this? So dirty.. wonder what else makes you unwind this fast..” Gerard questioned, that teasing tone still curling around words like his cigarette smoke.
Your hips bucked up against the toe of his boot, seeking the friction he was so cruelly denying you.
“Go on, cum.. make a mess on my boot pretty thing.” Gerard mumbled, and with that, you did; cum painting the black leather as it dripped onto the bus floor.
Oh you were fucked.
A/N: first full fic on here!! a little kinky but who cares!
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GERARD WAY
basement!gee can’t cum as much as he wants to :(
revenge!gee needs to have his face in your tits when he’s stressed
basement!gee still has those stupid lights up in his room, he swears it adds ambience to your “love making” even though he can’t see it when he’s face deep in your pussy
riding 2019!gee while he works, you haven’t seen him in days, this way he’ll notice you, right?
danger days!gee when you’re their new drummer, it’s not your fault you got hard over his moaning in DESTROYA
virgin!basement!gee is a shower.. not a grower
revenge!gee needs to suck on your tits sometimes
basement!gee responded to your reddit ad.. he lied about being experienced but no one wanted to fuck him.. he feels so bad he tells you while you fuck him
revenge!gee bootplay ; )
FRANK IERO
leathermouth!frank just needs a handful every now & then
facetiming frank while he’s on tour while he’s trying to shower, this is what ‘friends’ do right?
you’re their tour manager, it’s not your fault frank decided to get off with his bunk curtains open!
frank needs to hold you by something when you fuck, even if that something is the dog collar you usually use on him..
how dirtbag!frank fucks you just before he leaves just to ghost you for the next girl he meets on tour..
frank wants to try frotting with you.. you’re his bestfriend, don’t you trust him?
temp play with leathermouth!frank
who doesn’t love subby!frank?
MIKEY WAY
revenge era!mikey has a mommy kink, i mean look at him! who are you to say no to those eyes
how current!mikey fingers you when he finally gets home
who knew bullets!mikey had a dom side? certainly not you!!
subby!mikey when you ruin his orgasm.. he’s been such a good boy, why won’t you let him cum?