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﹒⸝⸝ ⧣₊˚ welcome to my blog 🦇 ꩜ she/her ˚ · . living dead girl

first, here’s my masterlist :3 also, reqs are closed for now!

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welcome to my blog, i hope you enjoy your stay. this is a blog for my rants, fics and pictures i post of my favorite artists/interests!

for my fics, i want to clarify for what i don’t write! agepl@y, inc3st/stepc3st, r@pe and sc@t. those are a no here, but other than that i am very open to anything else <3 so, always feel free to send reqs !

✧.* music , my chem , the cure , the smashing pumpkins , harry styles , ariana grande , olivia rodrigo , deftones , kittie , fall out boy , panic at the disco , clairo , paramore , 5 seconds of summer , ethal cain , lana del ray , cocteau twins , weezer , leathermouth , mazzy star

✧.* films , the perks of being a wallflower , dinner in america , edward scissorhands , anything marvel related , anything tim burton related , i believe in unicorns , peanut butter falcon , Jumanji , scream (love the entire franchise) , halloween , stranger things , any of the conjuring movies , i just really love anything horror related <3

✧.* hobbies , baking , painting , jewelry making , trying new makeup styles , thrifting , writing , collecting anything related to my favorite shows/movies/artists , photography

✧.* i love , love , loveee making friends on here. love meeting people in these fandom spaces, one of my favorite things ever and truly super cool people through here so, never be shy to reach out :)

I love the way you write Leathermouth Frank sm omg 🔥 Do you plan on doing something abt him during kinktober?

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i’m actually still debating if i’m gonna partake in kinktober only because i am a VERY slow writer…..but if i do i’d LOVEEE to write leathermouth frank because that’s my personal fav <3

i saw ur fem gerard post and you gotta hear me out

basement fem gerard who's kind of a creep and has a fat crush on reader and has been drawing her in nsfw positions since they're in the same art college

and gee leaves her sketchbook somewhere on accident and reader finds it and is weirdly flattered by it

reader then confronts gerard about the sketchbook and gee is all flustered and embarrassed and apologetic and reader starts like talking down to her

they then need to have CRAZY lesbian sex

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✧˚ · . sketch book designs — fem reader

i’m foaming at the mouth omg i love this😭😭 thank you to the lovely people who sent in fem!gee im gonna get to yall and the other reqs i have ehehehehe (i might save a few of them for kinktober???)

warnings — smut with little plot, nipple play, scissoring, gee drawing photos of reader in sex positions, gee keeping readers panties and vise versa, biting/leaving marks,

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“gerard!” your voice echos through the classroom.

you and gerard met in the beginning of the year when your professor had you two pair up for a project. finding out you guys had a lot in common, you two had become inseparable.

gerard pulled her face out of her sketch book, instantly shutting it and her face going a few shades darker from the pink that began to litter her cheeks. “hey.”

gee’s smile was always warm and welcoming, her pretty black hair covering her eyes. “you need something?”

you sat down next to her, placing your bag on the table. “i’ve just been looking for you. figured you’d be in the room again since it’s empty.”

your art professor let students use the room when no one was in it, but no one really came in besides you and gerard.

“whatcha been working on?” you try and peak on her sketchbook, but stopping when she put her hand over it immediately. your face reactions before your mouth does.

your eyebrows pulling together out of shock, but respecting her privacy and just smiling instead.

sketch books were personal anyways, you couldn’t blame her.

“sorry, just,” gerard cleared her throat. trying to come up with an excuse. she couldn’t let you see the porn she drew of you. that’s basically what it was.

she knew it was nasty, but you were just everything to her.

you shook your head, cutting her off. “i understand.”

gerard couldn’t stop staring. the way your hair fell perfectly, or how your smile always made her feel overwhelmed. how understanding you were, how everything about you was just perfect.

“i like how you did your makeup today.” you change the topic. pointing to the bright red eyeshadow that was around her eyes. “i’ve always admired how well you pulled off such outgoing colors.”

gee freezes at the compliment. she didn’t get them, if she did they were only from you. but, the ones from you made her feel fuzzy inside. because your opinion mattered.

her breath catching in her throat when you took your own hand and grabbed her chin. not realizing at first you were just trying to see her makeup more.

you were handsy. never in a way that made her uncomfortable, it just caught her off guard all the time.

gee made eye contact with everyone but you as you held her chin in your hands. doing her best to not over think the situation knowing you’d never feel the same about her.

but, they way your hand was so soft, the look in your eyes as you admired the work she does in the morning for classes. the way she can hear your breathing with how close you are.

it was hard to not feel flustered.

“i want you to do my makeup.” you patted her cheek once you let go. “i want you to make me as pretty as you.”

“you’re already pretty?” gerard cut you off. confused on why you’d ever say that. “like, insanely pretty, really pretty.” the word coming out before she could stop them. a weary smile forming after she realized she probably sounded like a creep.

you huff a laugh. grabbing your things so you could leave. “whatever, i have work until 6, so i’ll be at your dorm around 7?”

“uh, sure. i mean it’s messy,” gerard started talking but you squealed when she agreed to letting you come over.

“okay!” you jump out of your seat and grab your bag. “i’ll see you later. love ya!”

gerard eyes widen, but she giggles to herself. your excitement making her excited.

watching you walk away, unintentionally staring at your ass. the way it moves perfectly in the jeans you wore, or how full your thighs were.

gee bit the inside of her cheek once you were out of her sight. carefully opening her sketch book back up. grabbing her pencil and shading in your legs that she’s already drawn over her shoulders on this page.

gerard barely had time cleaning her dorm before you came. she spent way to much of her time drawing you in different positions for her to notice it was almost time.

gee basically jumped off her bed when you jumped in without knocking. not even noticing she didn’t get to put sketchbook away or close it. “oh! you’re here.” her laugh awkward.

you smile and toss your bag onto the floor. you already had your pajamas on, assuming you’d be at gee’s for awhile so you didn’t want to sit in your work clothes for hours. “duh, i said i was coming.”

flopping onto gee’s bed with a tired huff. “work was so ass, i just wanted to be with you.” turning your head to smile at her. noticing she’s already staring at you, making your stomach turn some.

gee hummed, leaning over to grab her makeup out from the drawer next to her. “i think i have my makeup bag in here, should be a few of my main items…” gerard voice becomes distant to you when you notice the sketchbook.

your eyes squint when you notice the very compromising position on the page. barely listening to what gee was saying as she dug through her drawers.

right away, when you got a better view of the drawing you realized what it was.

it was you and gerard.

it was you on a bed and her between your legs. you flipped to the other page and realized it was you two scissoring, followed my a mini sketch below that one of your naked body.

you should feel disgusted, but if anything you’re flattered. flattered she fines you pretty enough to draw like this. especially with her. it made you need to squeeze your thighs together.

running your fingers over another drawing of you sucking her boobs, noticing how gerard drew herself with her hand buried in your hair.

“i got my makeup,” gerard stops when she notices what you’re looking at. feeling like her heart is about to fall out of her ass.

you look back up at her, instead of disgust like gerard imagined, you’re eyes are filled with awe. “this is why i couldn’t see you sketchbook?”

gerard’s throat goes dry, trying to get the courage to muster up a sentence, instead all she did was nod.

you close the book instead, pushing it to the side and sitting back up on the bed. “clothes, off.” your tone measured but clearly already filled with need.

gee set her bag down instantly, already pulling her sweatpants down, along with her hoodie. both of those pooled at her feet. now only wearing her panties with no bra.

your mouth watered at the sight of her. arousal already pooling in your own panties. “this is dirty gee.” you swallow. sitting up on your knees on the bed so you could toss of your own shirt.

your tits falling out considering you weren’t wearing a bra either. “like, pervy. you drew porn of me.” you state.

gee tried to direct her eyes away from your tits, but she failed. your gaze settling on how perky they were, the way your nipples already we’re hardened for her.

“against the headboard.” you point. pulling off your pants to leave you in your underwear. “you’re gonna fuck me like you do in those drawings.

gerard practically shivered at your words. slowly leaning against the headboard. just watching you in awe as you crawled to her. “whatever you want.” she admitted weakly.

you grinned at her words. moving your legs over her lap. again, gee’s eyes going right to your tits. wanting to do nothing but suck on them until you’re begging for her to stop.

bringing your hands to her hair, brushing it back

loosely. “touch me, show me how you’ve been wanting to touch me.” your voice no higher than a whisper, but your tone smooth.

gerard didn’t need to be told twice. bringing your hands to your boobs, palming the full flesh in her made. admiring the sweet groan that fell from your

this felt like a dream to her. finally having you how she’s been aching to have you.

“you touch yourself to those?” you ask, whimpering when her thumb brushes over your nipples. “the drawings i mean.”

“yeah.” gerard answering immediately. burying her face into your neck, inhaling your sweet scent. even after hours of working, you still smelt so delicious to her.

you arched into her body. moaning when she tugged at your nipples. a lazy smile pulling to your lips when you feel her teeth sink into your shoulder. “just like that…” you breath out.

your encouragement made gerard start to hump the air. the ache in her cunt getting unbearable.

nipping your shoulder again to leave another bite mark. wanting you to remember this night for awhile, so she took her time on leaving marks along you.

having you in her lap and feeling you start to hump against her more when she get biting you and tugging at your nipples more.

you push her head back, your face already having a fucked out expression. “can i take these off?” gee asks. her breath already uneven.

you nod. “yours too.”

she lifted your hips up, grabbing the lace of your panties and tugging them down. admiring the arousal stain that already soaked yours. “i’m gonna keep these.” it was mostly to herself she said it too, not expecting you to hear it.

but she heard your breathy laugh. “then let me take yours.” you ask.

your question catching her off guard, but she grabbed her panties anyways. handing them to you. seeing you toss them near your bag to take back to your own dorm.

both of you fully naked. the room suddenly getting insanely hot.

gerard took on a breath. your full naked body on display for only her. feeling like the air in the room got to hot for her.

“you’re even better looking then i imagined.” gee’s voice falling weak.

you blush, a small bit of shyness coming over you.

you push off of her some angling your body so your cunt meets with hers.

“i saw that one drawing, let’s recreate that.” you teased. seeing blush cover her cheeks more. “gotta fulfill my dirty girls dreams.” feeling gee’s hand go to your hip to hold onto as you placed your wet cunt on hers.

you breath in and start grinding against her. a shuddering going through the both of you from the friction.

a sweet “hpmhh” coming right out of gerard. her own head falling back against the headboard and humping quickly instantly.

a “fuck” falls from your lips when you already feel the pressure in your lower belly building. doing your best to keep up with gerard’s pace. you knew she was needy but fuck, it’s so obvious she’s been wanting this.

“m’gonna touch myself to your panties.” gerard state. the moment hitting her. “thinkin of this and im just gonna cum alone in my bed with your panties.” a moan coming right from the back of her throat.

you whine at her words, her words going to your core. somehow encouraging you. “send me a photo.” you add.

your hazy eyes making contact with her after, seeing how fucked out her expression looks also.

“faster.” is all gerard said.

that’s exactly what you do. both of you going faster against one another. feeling your thighs start to ache and burn, your pussy twitching each time yours rubs against gee’s perfectly.

her dorm filled with nothing but both of your moaning.

bringing a free hand to rest on her boob, groping and needing the fat there.

gerard hissed from your touch. the sensitivity becoming too much. “gonna cum.” she blubbers out.

you moan, swear beading at your forehead “cum with me, same time.” feeling yourself already spasming on her. vision going fuzzy and silent moans coming from you.

gerard on the other hand, was loud. arching into you fully as she came. loud, whiney moans coming from her. eyes completely rolled back as she humped faster to chase more of that high.

once the both of you settled, you flopped against her. your head going onto her shoulder to rest.

this time, gee lifted your head up and smashed her lips right onto yours. a muffled moan coming out of you again. except it was much weaker. more out of a shock than need.

arms wrapping around her neck to pull her into your more.

gee was slow with it. slowly pushing you tongue into your mouth. tasting how sweet you are. her hands grazing down your neck to rest on your ass, giving it a good squeeze. your slick rubbing on gee’s lower belly.

you sucked on her tongue before pulling away.

both of your lips plush from kissing, eyes blown out and now sweaty.

all you did was laugh. your forehead falling on her shoulder again. “i wanna try out the positions you have us drawn as.”

gerard pulling you closer into her, smiling at the warmth that suddenly taken over her. “theirs like 15 pages for us to go through then.”

You should make more male reader x Leathermouth frank fics🥹

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✧˚ · . leathermouth!frank headcanons — male reader

haiii sorry it took be forever to get to your req <3 i thought id do some headcanons for now and more as brothers best friend again?? if ever have a specific request for leathermouth!frank never be shy to send it <3333

warnings — older brothers best friend!frank, daddy kink, mentions of alcohol, weed, cigarettes, friends with benefits, fluff, mentions of giving head (frank giving),

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bbf!frank who only let you come over when he was drunk. you lived with your brother at the time, so frank couldn’t ever secretly come over there unless your brother was at work. so, you’d drive over there and stay until franks as sober in the morning.

bbf!frank who at first didn’t kiss on the mouth. felt to romantic to him when you guys were just friends with benefits. he’d fuck you in doggy so he couldn’t see your face either. but, all of that went south when you came over when he was absolutely shit faced and he started randomly kissing you and turned you over to fuck you in missionary. a babbling little “im sorrys” between each kiss. neither of you spoke about it the next morning.

bbf!frank who taste like cigarettes and weed. almost everytime you see him it’s like he high. he chained smoked badly too, after sex he’d sit in bed and go through 6 cigarettes with the ashtray on his blanket. rolling his eyes at you when you’d tell him he should put the smokes down. but deep down, it felt nice to be seen by someone who cared

bbf!frank who keeps any bite/hickey you leave on him on display. if someone asks who gave it to him, he just tells them it was from a random hookup.

bbf!frank who loves having his throat fucked when he’s feeling a little submissive. but, he won’t out right say it. instead, he’ll hint at it. “let me make you feel good? you can have control tonight if you’d like…” franks voice velvety and sweet.

bbf!frank who does have a daddy kink i don’t care what anyone tells you. tears in your eyes as he pounds into you harshly, making you cum multiple times while begging “daddy” to give you more.

bbf!frank who doesn’t exactly cuddle. he does, just isn’t one to be all over you. something as simple as having an arm over your stomach while you sleep or his head resting on the back of your neck with your back against him.

bbf!frank who can be romantic when he tries. even if it’s awkward for him. the very obvious rosey blush on his cheeks as he shows you the little movie night he set up for you two in his beat up apartment.

Black Parade era MCR x Chubby fem reader please 😭 Especially if she's insecure, it can be with anyone u want but I was thinking Frank 🥺 I'm sorry I just can't get enough of it, you're the absolute best, hope u have a nice day xx

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✧˚ · . jealousy — fem reader

i love getting reqs for chubby!reader because it’s so self indulgent for me considering i grew up chubby (i still kinda am) sooo these are always some of my favs to write. i hope you like it lovely <3 also, id like to use this fic to say you body is perfect. too anyone out there who feels like they’re too big. you’re not, you’re just fine <3 love yourself, be kind to yourself and food is fuel!!

warnings — insecurity, mean girls, comfort, fluff, chubby!reader, kissing

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“baby, we’re on stage in 30, where are you?” franks voice rings through the hallways.

you came with frank and the rest of the guys to mexico city, it being the last show for the black parade before it was dead. so, he wanted you there so you could celebrate with them once the show was over.

you wiped your tears before frank came into the even opened the door fully. him finally finding you in one of the empty dressing rooms.

a few hours ago, the guys were doing sound checks, getting their clothes in, makeup. so, you decided to go out for a smoke break. the heat hitting your face as soon as you opened the side door. lighting up with one of franks lighters.

the exhaustion coming in like a wave once you finally had a moment to settle. the guys stay up almost all night in that tour bus going over things, playing video games and just talking for hours. not that you minded, but you also had no idea how you they managed to keep energy up for shows when they stayed up all night.

but, while catching a smoke break, girls walked by. clearly walking to the front to wait in line to go into the arena. you could tell by the my chem shirts. not exactly listening to what they were saying until you heard franks name.

“i don’t know, i don’t think franks girlfriend is pretty. she’s like, chubby.” some girl snarls. the other girl laughing. “i just think frank deserves better. someone who doesn’t look like her.”

you just assumed the girls didn’t see you, that’s why they said it. but, they still meant it either way.

it was hard to not care when someone said shit like that. you didn’t want to care. especially because frank didn’t care. he made it a point to always prove how beautiful you were to him. but, when the people who also loved him didn’t like you, it hurt.

you didn’t want to care, you didn’t want to think it mattered that they were thinner, or felt they were prettier than you. it shouldn’t matter because frank still picked you.

yet, it did matter. because some fans thought you weren’t pretty enough for him at all.

“babe?” franks voice snapped you out of your daze. instantly giving a smile to cover up the fact that your eyes were definitely still puffy and red.

you smoothed out your shirt as you stood up. “yeah?”

frank just stared at you, his eyebrows pulling together in total confusion. he knew that look. frank had been with you long enough to know when you were upset, even if you thought you were hiding it well.

“you’ve been crying,” frank out right just saying it. knowing if he tried to ask, you’d deny it instantly. “why?”

you stood there. trying your hardest to not let the tears brim again. it felt embarrassing that people’s words still effect you this much into your 20s. it was like highschool all over again. “it’s nothing.” your voice shaking. clearing your throat to help not sound so upset.

frank scoffed, walking closer to you. “that’s bullshit and you know it, what’s wrong?” he asked again. his tone a little more pleading.

it got hard to try and suppress your tears when frank wouldn’t break eye contact. tilting your head down so he didn’t see your tears, instead he brought his head down to your level so he could see you. “baby?” his voice a sheer whisper now.

you couldn’t stop the tears that fell this time. sniffling with a weak, sad whimper. you went to open your mouth to talk but all that came out with a quiet sob. trying to tell frank what happened.

frank grabbed you right away, pulling you into a hug and bringing you over to the couch by the wall. “hey, remember what we talked about.” he sat you down, his hand rubbing soothing circles along your back. “tears first then talk.”

you cried. the embarrassment hitting you, the sadness and the insecurity all at once. frank didn’t rush you, just giving you the time you needed. your face buried in his shoulder.

when it felt like you could finally talk, you voice still shook. “earlier, during soundcheck,” you pulled away from frank so he could see you better. “i went out for a smoke break and these girls that were clearly attending your show walked by, assuming they didn’t see me.”

you choked up a cry again before finishing your sentence. breathing in a deep breath so you could talk clearly. “and they said i was too big for you, that you deserve someone that didn’t look like me.” your voice broke at the last few words. tears still falling down your cheeks quickly.

you heard a sigh escape frank, looking down back at your lap so his puppy eyes didn’t feel like they were burning into your soul.

frank brought his big hand to your face, thumb brushing over the tear stains. you could feel the calloused pad on his thumb from years of playing guitar, but his touch still insanely gentle.

“i’m so sorry.” frank finally broke the silence. “im really sorry those girls said that.” a few more tears falling from the gentleness of his words. still learning to get used to having someone being so kind.

frank moved closer to you, his free hand going to your hair, smoothing out the few baby hairs on your forehead. “i hope you know, then saying things like that show their own insecurity.”

you shook you head, cutting him off. “but they’re thinner frank, what is there to be insecure about.”

you hated knowing you were still this insecure in your 20s. you knew it can’t always be this way, but it was hard to change your mindset. years of dieting, bullying, working out. you were still not always pleased with how you looked.

frank didn’t answer right away. choosing to kiss your lips instead.

the kiss was soft, like if he pressed to hard he’d hurt you. frank smiled in the kiss. when he pulled away, you could see this boyish smile on his face with his rosey cheeks.

“i don’t care if you weigh more than them, or me, or anyone in this damn building. i just love you.” frank spoke. the softness in his tone making your chest ache in the right way.

you opened your mouth to talk, but frank just kept going.

“you’ve always been beautiful, even if you lose 20 pounds or gain 20 pounds.” the sincerity in his voice making your emotions still run high. “i’m just happy i get to call you my girlfriend, you’re my girl, yeah?”

frank gave your a nod, waiting for you to answer what he said this time. you followed his movements and gave a nod back. “yeah.” you whisper, your voice thick from crying.

frank hummed, leaning back in to press one more kiss to your lips. this time bringing his hand to back of your head.

you melted into the kiss, this time a smile pulling to your lips when you heard frank mutter “my girl” between each kiss.

you pulled away this time, getting shy from the vulnerability in the room. “you mean everything you said?” wanting reassurance.

that boyish smile was still on franks lips. “everything.”

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I ADORE HOW YOU WRITE FOR RAY! Can u do more bsf to lovers type shit? Whether it's a fluffy confession or filth idgaf....or maybe both? No pressure ofc, ty twin ur awesome 🥹✌🏻

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(2007!Ray Toro x reader) ~1k words SFW

'Ray has never felt like the star of the band, but you convince him otherwise, bringing some repressed feelings of adoration to the surface'.

Hey….its your favorite moot ever…..Kennedy 😁😁😁😁!!!! TALS PLEASE GIVE NE SOME ILLI HEADCANONS, YOU XAN DO WHATEVER TOU WANT WITH THEM I JUST NEED ILLI IN MY VIENS AND HEART😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝 okay I love you so much you’re a amazing writer and I’m writing a big frikey fic for you!!😁

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✧˚ · . girlfriend illi headcanons — fem reader

HAIII omgomgomg soooo i love this req kenny, hopefully i can call u that ???:), anyways im currently watching the cure live from 1992 while writing these so i feel so alive rn. and i did self indulge and mention the cure in here! HOPE YOU LIKE THESE AND I MADE IT WLW BECAUSE IDC, illi is a girl-kisser! i also can’t wait for that frikey fic omg😭😭😭😭😭

warnings — all fluff besides mentions of kissing

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gf!illi who loveeesss sharing makeup. she’s a fem, so of course she takes her time getting dolled up. she’s a kisser when she needs more lipgloss on her lips and it just turns out, you already have lipgloss on yours!

gf!illi who’s room is the definition of teenage girl. room covered in her favorite bands, movie posters like marve, dc or any sort of horror, her bed covered in stuffed animals and her favorite blanket has skulls on it. a photo wall dedicated to her friends, and a specific corner that has everything you guys ever got together

gf!illi who gets matching necklaces with you. my girl loves jewelry so she’s definitely recommending matching jewelry.

gf!illi who got shy the first time introducing you to ray, mikey and frank. they’re her favorite people in the whole world and their opinion on you really mattered. but, instantly they loved you. seeing how sweet you were with illi, they invited you in their group right away.

gf!illi who loves movie dates. cuddling in bed, a new rental movie you two picked out together, snacks in hand, legs already tangled together. she barely made it through the first 20 minutes of the movie without falling asleep. so, you ended up playing with her hair to help her stay asleep, knowing the action soothed her.

gf!illi who is the most emotionally available girlfriend ever. anytime something upset you, she just listens. kissing your cheek and reminding you how strong you are and that these emotions are temporary. “i know, im really sorry you’re upset” she pouts and peppers little kisses all over your face:

gf!illi who was super shy at first when she met you. you guys met through choir class. you had to partner up and sing together for a class project and at first, she barely spoke. it took for you to mention that you liked the cure to really open up.

gf!illi who’s always matches nail polish colors with you. sometimes hangs outs are just you two painting each others nails and listening to shared cds.

gf!illi who works at a hot topic, always coming in just to see her. if she’s restocking items, you walk up behind her and squeeze her waist, if she’s working the cash register, you pick out an item without her knowing you’re in there and walking up there just to surprise her. “you mentioned you wanted these hot pink skull clips, yeah?” illi picking her up head from the magazine and her eyes lighting up at the sight of you

gf!illi who has almost all of your hoodies in her closet by now. she sleeps in them. illi wasn’t one to go out in them, she found more comfort in sleeping in them so it was like you were there with her

just saw your post on stalker ray and him being submissive so i was wondering if you could write of of reader tying his hands behind his back and blindfolding him and just loving his body and giving him the best blowjob/handjob ever 🤤🤤 and edging him cause he cant do it anything 🤤🤤

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✧˚ · . blindfolded — fem reader

i LOVE when i get requests for ray because he’s so under appreciated. sooo i basically squealed when i got sent this req:) i really hope you like this MWAH

warnings — smut no plot, sub!ray, dom!reader, handjob (ray receiving), blowjob (ray receiving), bondage, blindfolding ray, edging.

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you kiss rays cheek as you finish tying the blindfold. the anxiety still lingering on the half of his face that wasn’t covered. you could tell but how he kept biting the inside of his cheek and how he kept moving his hands even though those were also tied.

you got his shirt off before tying his hands, then kissing his shoulder before moving to the front of him. wanting to leave enough gentle touches knowing this is very vulnerable for him.

“calm down.” keeping your tone soothing. “you trust me, yeah?”

ray cleared his throat, giving a very awkward nod. “yeah of course, why wouldn’t i?”

you laugh, not really at him, but at how horrible he was at lying. “because you’re twitching.” moving beside him and twirling one of his curls around your finger. “and your breathing is already ragged.”

rays body stiffened when you touched him. not being able to see made him more hyper to any form of physical contact. “because i cant fuckin see babe.”

you roll your eyes, kissing his cheek one more time. “i know, but i wanna make you feel really good. and you know if you truly get uncomfortable or nervous just tell me.” your tone becoming more firm. making sure he knew it was safe.

a shaky breath came from ray once he didn’t feel you anymore. nerves already running like crazy considering he can’t see a damn thing. “babe?” it was quiet. just trying to figure out where you went.

you didn’t say anything, instead catching him off guard when your hands landed on his shoulders. ray tensing up at first as you pushed him more onto the bed. laying him down so his jeans were easier to pull off.

once he was settled, you still didn’t say anything. just undoing his belt buckle and tugging that off, along with his jeans. making the tent in his underwear was already prominent, running your hand over it for a second. causing ray to shudder.

bringing your hands over his big, meaty thighs. giving them a soft squeeze. “i wish you could see yourself.” really, you were saying it to yourself. because he really did look beautiful like this.

ray felt like his head was already turning into mush, his heart feeling like it was going to pound out of his chest along with the very uncomfortable feeling in his underwear.

he’d also like to think he wouldn’t enjoy being in the position he’s in right now, but ray knew he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy this.

bringing your hand down so you can kiss his inner thigh. his skin soft and warm. “beautiful baby.” you mutter between the kisses you placed on each thigh. getting closer to the hem of his underwear.

a soft “hmphh” came out of ray. his thigh muscle twitching under your touch.

finally, lifting your head up to grab the band of his underwear, dragging it down slowly. any form of touch still making him twitch and squirm some.

“are you doing okay?” you ask. setting his underwear down, seeing his thick length hitting against his stomach. your mouth watering at the sight of it.

ray gathered his thoughts, the sudden cool air hitting his angry dick making him squirm. “everything’s okay, keep going please.” that pretty, begging tone he has making you smile.

with the reassurance, you continue. placing your hand on his firm length, giving him a moment to adjust contact before you starting to bring your hand up and down. not quickly, but enough to feel him fully harden in your hands.

keeping your free hand on his thigh, giving it occasional squeezes here and there.

“how does this make you feel?” you ask. keeping your tone quiet, letting ray soak in what’s happening.

rays hips keep bucking up and down, jaw falling slack. he didn’t answering right away, instead seeking out more of friction from you hand.

you stopped when he didn’t answering. “baby, i asked how im making you feel.” you tone being slightly louder. not rude, just firm.

you noticed rays adam’s apple bob before speaking. “good, really good sweetheart.”

you smile once giving your answer, right away, picking back up your action. this time, quickening your pace. a sweet whine coming from him. making your own cunt ache with need, but right now it was about ray.

“really good.” ray repeated. his hips bucking more into your hand, pre-cum beading at the tip. “sweet—sweetheart.” whining when you brush your thumb over his tip.

you gave ray a sweet hum. “so, so glad my sweet boy is loving this.” squeezing his thigh with your free hand as you lowered your head to his tip. licking it without a warning, hearing a sharp breath come from rays nose.

not being able to see felt like it heightened everything for ray. any form of contact making his head spin and making him twitch.

when you heard him moan, you took it as a sign to continue. swirling your tongue along his tip. tasting the salty pre-cum that spilled again.

rays eyes rolled back and shut behind the blind fold, doing his best to hold back from completely fucking your throat raw right now. “sweetheart,” broken words falling out. “don’t, please don’t stop.” his voice breathy and weak.

you grinned around the tip of his cock, continuing swirling your tongue around him until you realized he was about to cum. pulling away and placing both hands on his thighs this time.

“why, what the fuck?” ray lifted his head up as if he could see you. but, ray knew you, so he knew you had a shit-eating grin on your face.

you snicker, giving back in and placing a hand back on his now, very angry and sensitive cock. going back to bringing your hand up and down. “didn’t like that?” you mocked. “you were close, huh?”

ray huffed, but quickly replaced with a moan. “no, i didn’t like that” he admitted weakly.

using the pre-cum that smeared as a lube on his dick. you just laughed when ray admitted he didn’t like being edged. “that’s a shame.” you said in a condescending manner. your voice still controlled and measured.

rays chest don’t stop heaving, a choked moan coming from him when you started going faster again. arching into your mouth once you latched back onto his tip.

this time, going all the way down until his tip hit the back of your throat. gagging around him and adjusting to his size before bobbing your head up and down.

tears welling at the corner of your own eyes as you get up with the motion. pulling all the way up just to sink right back down. pumping what wasn’t being touched when you pulled back up.

ray became nothing but a whiny, moaning mess. the blindfold soaking up the tears that he had. “sweetheart, fuck, fuck, i’m so close.” hips bucking into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat as you moaned around him.

the vibration of your moan sending him over the edge. a loud, throaty moan ripping from him as he came. hips going stiff as he twitched in your mouth. hot cum going down your throat as you swallowed everything.

everything felt so heightened. not being able to see or made his orgasm feel too much. his body tingling from the sensitivity.

continuing to bob your head to ride him through that high.

once he came down, you pulled off with a soft ‘pop’ sound. licking and wiping around your mouth. your hand settling on his tummy, drawing soothing circles on the soft skin. “you feeling okay?”

ray didn’t even answer, just gave a very lazy nod. too exhausted to say anything after the orgasm he just had.

moving up to his head, lifting up his head of curls to undo the blindfold. seeing the tear stains on it and his own puffy eyes from crying. you brought your hand to stroke his cheek after. wiping away any leftover tears.

ray leaning into it and giving you a lazy smile. clearly fucked out and tired.

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NSFW headcanons for Gee and Drummer Reader? I Just Know Gee Is A Freak Who Loves Seeing Reader Sweat🎀

Ohhhh yeah, he's a freak.

I am a Gerard pervert truther

Warnings: armpit sniffing, panty sniffing, getting caught masturbating, face sitting/riding, panty licking,

I went all out with this one I don't know what possessed me here

  • I'm gonna be fully honest, that boy is an armpit sniffer. I mean he's an everything sniffer, but does just sometimes like to stick his face in your armpit while the two of you are backstage after a show. All the work you put into those drums is now showing through your shirt, and he most certainly will be sniffing it. May hump on your leg a little bit while doing this, the animal.
  • Another thing he likes sniffing? Panties of course. As much as he was tempted to before you two got in a relationship, he did not steal your clothes. He's a pervert, but he's an ethical pervert, ok?
  • But after the two of you get in a relationship? He's stealing everything. He's taking your panties right out of your bag (and yes, the used ones), going to his bunk on the bus and huffing it like the best drug he's ever taken. One of the first times the two of you fucked it was because you decided to surprise him in his hotel room, only to find the incredible site of him face down, jerking of furiously and practically humping the pillow with your panties over his nose. Poor boy, he got so embarrassed. He started apologizing, blushing so embarrassed and humiliated about himself, talking "I'm so sorry, babe, I'm gross, I'm so gross..." but you barely let him get the words out before jumping on him and giving him a taste of the source.
  • After this, he becomes addicted to you sitting on his face. He loves the weight, the taste, the knowledge that he's making you feel good. No hovering with this boy by the way, you better put your whole weight on his face. Have you seen that cute little nose? Who wouldn't want to grind against it!!
  • One time, you were riding him with your panties pulled to the side, and gave him the thrill of his life by pulling him out of you, taking, your panties off, and rubbing them right on his nose, giggling while he almost lost conciousness from the amount blood leaving his brain and going right to his dick. You better believe he wasn't just sniffing, he was licking them and sticking them in his mouth. He's such a dirty boy.
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✧˚ · . fem!mikey headcanons — fem reader

idk why but i’ve barely written fem!mikey and yall……..let’s my girl right there. so as a filler while i work on a ray fic, you all get fem!mikey :3 PLUS i remember @demolition-drive saying i should write fem!mikey hehehe

warnings — mentions of, face sitting, nipple play and body worship. but everything else is fluff :)

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fem!mikey who smells like her musk and vanilla. i mean we all know her and her brother gee don’t exactly have amazing hygiene, but she definitely does her best to cover it with some overly sweet vanilla perfume.

fem!mikey who always stands where you can see her on stage. as much as she is appreciative of the people who come an see them play, if you’re at a show, she only has her eyes on you.

fem!mikey who loves taking your clothes. or really having any piece of you while she’s away on tours.

fem!mikey who was super shy to give affection in public when you first got together. mainly because frank teased her constantly, ray always giggled like a school girl when you came around and well gerard, just didn’t give a fuck. so, the first time she kissed you when everyone was around, frank teased her until he got home and ray wouldn’t stop mentioning how red mikeys face after the action.

fem!mikey who is a MUNCH. absolutely loves going down on you. ahead between you thighs, tugging on her hair, her glasses fogging up from getting into it. (personally think you sitting on her face is her favorite position)

fem!mikey who is still a little video game nerd. weekends with no shows look like both of you binging on her bed, food in both of your laps as you watch her play games for hours. you, eventually falling asleep on her shoulder.

fem!mikey who calls you ‘angel’ or ‘baby’ but, when you guys are really intimate, she calls you ‘sweet girl’.

fem!mikey who was so awkward the first time you two had a conversation. stumbling over her words, her face burning red, yet somehow she got your number and since then the both of you have been attached to the hip.

fem!mikey who is the biggest cuddlier ever. but, she’s a little spoon. head on your chest, lips barely parted, the soft sounds of her breathing. she just loves being close.

fem!mikey who WHIMPERSSSSS. especially when you play with her nipples or give any sort of praise to her. (specifically body worship :3)

fem!mikey who kisses the corner of your mouth instead of lips when she’s being extra gentle. “it’s early, go back to sleep angel” and kisses the corner of you mouth before she leaves the room.

fem!mikey who loves having you play with her hair. sitting next to each other in gerards basement, practically glued together the entire night and your hand slipping behind her head to play with her hair.

fem!mikey who got you two matching underwear and bra sets. especially because i feel like she sleeps with only underwear and a shirt on, she’s definitely asking you to put on the same pair so you two can match when going to bed. “please angel, put the blue lace ones on. i wanna match.

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The right side of my neck (still smells like you) . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . Chapter 1

This is my first time posting a fic, and I haven't written in a while so please excuse me being a bit rusty :) This was also posted on Ao3. I really hope you enjoy and there is more to come <33

Bullets era Frank Iero x Reader ᥫ᭡

Summary: When you heard the Way brothers were throwing a party after not seeing your best friend Gerard for a while, you just had to go. You didn’t know it then, but that party was going to leave one particular person stuck in your head. Days later, Frank was all you could think about.

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“Y/N, Me and Mikey are hosting a party Friday night. You comin’? I haven’t seen you in ages, I’m tellin’ you!” Gerard practically begged over the phone.

“Of course, Gee. Can’t wait to see you!” you replied. You hadn’t gone out in ages. Between work and school, you’d almost forgotten about your social life.

Maybe this would be a good chance to get back out there. At the very least, it’d be nice to see your best friend again.

Friday night rolled around quicker than you expected. Before you knew it, you were standing in front of your mirror, trying to figure out what the hell you were going to wear.

After way too much thought, you settled on a pair of flared jeans and a simple black tank top, paired with your beat up converse that had definitely seen better days.

But, I mean, it was just going to be a house party.

Who would there even be to impress?

You grabbed your jacket just as your phone started ringing.

“Hello?” you questioned

“You still comin’, sugar?” Gerard asked. “Just makin’ sure, because I know you’ve been real busy lately, and it wouldn’t be the same without my favorite person there.”

You smiled at Gerard’s words

“Yeah, Gee, don’t worry. I’m about to head out right now. Thanks for checking in on me.”

“Alright. Well, get your ass over here.”

You giggled before hanging up, grabbing your keys, and heading out the door.

By the time you arrived at the Way residence, the party was lively. music do loud it almost rattled the walls, voices overlapped from every direction, and the unmistakable smell of cigarettes and sweat lingered in the air despite the windows being cracked open.

You slipped inside, immediately scanning the room for your best friend's familiar face.

You finally spotted Gee. He was standing in the living room, talking to Ray..and someone else.

Someone you didn’t recognize, Your eyes settled on the boy almost immediately. He was completely absorbed in god knows whatever Ray was saying, his attention focused on him despite the chaos surrounding them. He had a bleached mohawk, gauges in his ears, and a lip ring that sat perfectly against his plush lips.

You stared for a second longer than you probably should have.

But there was something about him, maybe it was the way he carried himself…or the way he seemed completely comfortable taking up space wherever he stood. He had this sort of effortless confidence about him that drew you in as well… and you could feel his energy from a distance.

You quickly glanced away for a bit before you could get caught staring. A bit intrigued, you made your way over to the three of them.

“Hey, guys! I haven’t seen you in ages. How’ve you been? I heard you just dropped your first record!” you beamed. Happy to see your close friends after seemingly years, but curiosity lingered in the depths of your mind.

“Y/N! Everything’s been great! So glad to see ya.” Ray chimed.

“Look who finally showed up.”Gerard teased.

Gee pulled you into a quick hug before glancing at the boy beside him, slightly shorter in stature. “I don’t think you two have met before, have you?”

The boy finally looked over at you with his glimmering hazel eyes, for a minute neither of you said anything.

His mouth curled into a small, knowing smirk.

Gerard looked at you two, and seemed to feel the air get thick with a bit of tension. He decided to let you guys do your thing for a bit

“Well, I’ll let you guys chat for a bit. I’m gonna go check on Mikey.”

“Gee wait-“ you started, but he was already walking away.

You turned back toward the unfamiliar boy standing infront of you.

“The name’s Frank.” He offered you his hand. The faint aroma of cigarettes, sweat, and incense clung to him. You squeeze his hand, and give him a shy grin as you introduce yourself. His palm was warm, his grip firm. You started small talk with Frank.

“Y/N, nice to meet you”

“Yeah, I know.” Frank smirked

You blinked at Frank, with a deer-in-headlights type of look on your face. “You do?”

Frank's smirk widened. “Gerard talks about you sometimes:”

“Oh..Good things, I hope..”

“Depends.”

You laughed despite yourself “Oh, really?”

“Maybe...” He paused, eyes flicking over your face. “I’ll tell you later.”

The conversation started with the usual small talk how you knew the Way brothers, what you thought of the record, what you did for work. Eventually, the subject drifted into something dull, but you were mesmerized by him. There was a certain charm to Frank. He was a little cocky, sure. But he was also endearing. And funny, really fucking funny.

There was something almost irritating about how easily Frank got under your skin, and he knew it well.

“you always this shy?”

“I’m not shy.”

Frank raised an eyebrow at you. “No?”

“No.” you replied, firmly

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“I’m just getting to know you.”

“Right, babe.”

Babe. He just called you babe. And now your cheeks were probably bright red, and in the dark lights, probably hard to distinguish if your blush was natural or if you did your makeup without a mirror. You narrowed your eyes at him. Frank smiled that same smile.

“You’re annoying.”

“And you’ve known me for, what? Twenty minutes?”

“Exactly.”

“And I’m already annoying you?”

“You’re doing a pretty good job.”

Frank laughed, tilting his head back slightly.

“Damn sweetheart, I must be good.”

your brain short-circuited, your face was burning up and you couldn’t help but smile at frank.

“There it is,” he said.

“Hm?”

“That smile.”

“What about it?”

“Nothing.” he shrugs. “Just…you’re really pretty when you smile.”

Frank looked at you. His words made your stomach twist.

You stared at him, brain short-circuiting once again.

You became painfully aware of how close the two of you had become. His shoulder was almost brushing yours, and every time he shifted, you caught another trace of his intoxicating scent clinging to his clothes.

You looked away first, and frank noticed.

You changed the topic, afraid if frank said any more you might pass out. And eventually, you found yourself rambling about something you'd been working on for school, realizing halfway through that you'd probably been going on for far too long.

“Sorry,” you apologized, suddenly embarrassed. “I'm probably boring you.”

Frank's expression changed almost immediately.

“Hey babe, don't do that” He said softly, sweetly. He looked at you with big innocent eyes, almost like a puppy dog.

You looked at frank, “Do what?”

“Assume I'm not listening. You're not boring me.”

You studied franks face, almost expecting to find a cocky grin forming. There wasn't one, frank was genuinely listening and interested in what you had to say.

And the way he listened to you was almost intimidating. He didn’t just nod along while you talked or wait for his turn to speak. He actually listened. His hazel eyes stayed on you, focused and attentive, as if you were the only person in the room worth paying attention to.

It was almost as if frank was listening with his entire body. It made your stomach flutter.

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Red Mohawk Frank headcannons 👀

ask and you shall receive

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