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all2angels · 5 months

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BURIED MYSELF ALIVE | basement!gerard x reader

warnings: this is kinda intense don't read if sensitive, NSFW!!, exaggerated writing, kinda cringe but it's meant to be like that, gerard is sooo gross and pathetic, i've never written a bj scene before please be kind 🙏 probably a lot of grammar and spelling mistakes because i could not bring myself to proofread im sorry

this was the last place you wanted to be in, like, this was genuinely a fucking hellhole.

when you walked in, the smell was almost rancid. his room was filled with trash, half-eaten chips, mountains of unwashed laundry, socks that had something in it that you didn't want to think about.

he offered for you to sit on his bed, you didn't want to, but it seemed like a better option than the floor, so you sat on the edge of bed.

you hated yourself for having the slightest bit of empathy, then maybe you wouldn't be in this place. gerard had asked you if you wanted to watch a horror movie at his place after you bonded over the topic one day, and you said yes, but have been putting it off for about three weeks.

all of your friends told you to cancel on it, they said that gerard wss a gross pervert freak and that you wouldn't want anything to do with him, but whenever he'd asked you if you still wanted to watch a movie with him he'd look so pathetic and desperate, you didn't have the heart to say no. but you wished you declined it.

gerard was walking all over the place, with a panicked look and rummaging through his stuff. you thought he was probably looking for the cd that had the movie. you wondered how he could find anything in this place. while he was looking, you looked over at his bedside table, seeing dirty magazines. you let out a scoff. couldn't he have at least hidden those before i came over?

"please don't be mad.." he says, his voice filled with guilt, "i know you've- we've waited for weeks, but i can't find my CDs." he takes a seat next to you, and you hold your breath. he stared at you, you didn't know what to do or say, he was just staring awkwardly.

"it's... fine? i guess..." you said, unsettled by the way he looked at you. you swear that he almost leaned in, and you were trying to prevent anything like that from happening. his eyes was filled with infatuation, and yours was filled with absolute disgust. the way he looked at you made you feel dirty. he was so fucking pathetic, but it was kinda hot how much he seemed to like you, how much he seemed like he wanted to please you.

you turned away from him out of pure embarrassment that you thought in the slightest bit that gerard 'pervert' way was attractive or hot, but you couldn't help it. you decided that the only way to stop these thoughts was to get the fuck away from here.

"hey, i should go..." you spoke up, standing up from the spot in his bed you were sitting in. you waited for him to say something, but he just looked at you and frowned. he looked like he was about to cry. jesus fucking christ you could throw up right now.

"gerard...? are you okay?" you sigh, sitting back down. you couldn't leave him like this. you hesitate, but you put your hand on his back, comforting him. you didn't want to ask, you wanted to get out, "what's wrong?" you say through gritted teeth.

"i'm really lonely, y/n, please don't go." he rests his head on your shoulder. he starts to ramble on about something, and you tune out his voice. the more he talked, the more you started to be impatient.

"you're so fucking pathetic..." you said. out loud. fuck. your eyes widened, realizing that he had heard it. he lifted his head, but the had his gross hand on your thigh. you were going to apologize, but the way that he looked shocked made you want to rage.

"are you serious?" you snap, he looks confused and hurt. "you couldn't possibly think you had a chance, c'mon dude. you're so- i mean, you're a freak."

"i jus', uhm, i-i like you—" before he could even finish his sentence you laughed at him. no fucking way. you turned to him again, and seeing his eyes, you knew he was genuine. his eyes were red from crying, and his cheeks flushed.

"you're so fucking pathetic, gerard. shouldn't come across as a surprise, i don't like you back." you say, standing up to leave, but before you can he reaches for your hand. his hand was calloused, it was rough.

"please-" he begs, "please, listen— i promise you..." he doesn't know what to say, but he wants you to stay so bad. "I'll do anything for you. I'll do anything."

"no! stop it, okay? i. don't. like. you. get that shit through your head. i don't even want to be your friend, okay, you-" he cuts you off this time with a kiss. he tastes horrible, but you don't stop it. fuck it, you think. you liked the kiss.

he breaks the kiss, and you could feel his hard dick on your thigh, his face is close to yours. "give me a chance, please..." he says.

you sighed and pushed him onto his messy bed, making him sit on the end of the bed and going on your knees in front of him. you start to unbuckle his belt, then you undo his zipper. you could hear him whimper. you take out his dick, a little part of you at least expected him to have a big dick, but he doesn't. the size was fine, not like it was too small. it wasn't trimmed, and the smell was somehow stronger than other dude's dicks. you try not to think about it too much and hold your breath.

you tease the tip, licking off the precum which tastes sweet and bitter. you swirled your tongue around his tip, and feel him twitch. "fuck..." he moans. you feel his hands on your hair, petting you softly, it felt awkward though, you just brushed past it.

you give his dick a few pumps, hearing him beg for you hurry up. you spit on your hand, messily spreading it on his shaft before you part your lips to take him into your mouth. you look up at him, see his eyes closed, and head back. you kept on moving up and down, he let out a loud groan.

you continued bobbing your head up and down, you teased his balls. he made such pretty noises when you did that.

you kept your pace steady until you started to feel his dick twitch in your mouth, you began to quicken your speed until he eventually released his load in your mouth, it spread to your face and chest, and whatever was left in your mouth you swallowed.

he dropped onto his bed, panting heavily. you cleaned yourself up with a cloth you hoped was clean on his bed. it was probably filled with cum anyway.

you sat next to him. his dick was still out.

"c-can we do that again?" he tiredly asked, looking over to you.you sighed heavily. "i guess so, whatever. just don't tell anyone." you warned, rolling your eyes. welp

#gerard way x reader #gerard way smut #basement gerard way x reader #mcr x reader #my chemical romance x reader #all2angels

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kintheartist · 6 months

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The Tale of Napoleon Gerard, AKA Nips Garhunter

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I'm currently playing in a Curse of Strahd campaign in which every single player, independently, decided: "you know what would be amazing is if I brought a really stupid character for this horror campaign," and that's how we ended up with a party of absolute idiots. It kind of makes things worse when stuff goes south...

Nips is just a big, sweet, dumb boy who speaks with a strong Southern Belle accent. He's very polite and friendly and just wants everyone to get along. His backstory is that he was mostly raised by his gramma, Betty--inspired by my own grandmother as a way to memorialize her.

Betty's daughter (Nips' mother) was a bit of a rebel and ended up becoming a mistress of the duke of their province, a tyrant named Duke Gerard. She fell pregnant with Nips and died in childbirth with him. The duke tried to take Nips from Betty, but she absolutely refused and visited the ducal palace every single day. Nips was such a handful and so stubborn with every nursemaid except for Betty that the duke finally gave up and allowed her to raise Nips as long as he lived in the palace the majority of the time.

The ducal family had a legitimate son after a few years, though, and Nips was ignored in many ways because of this. He spent his childhood running away to his gramma's house and baking bread and peach jam with her. When his younger brother reached inheriting age, however, the duke sent Nips away. He became a bit of a hero in a quiet fishing village for saving their waters from an overpopulation of gar, thus his assumed surname "Garhunter." "Nips" isn't what he was called growing up either--his grandmother called him "Leon."

He's worried about his grandmother and tries to sneak back to see her whenever he can.

In my current campaign, he's stuck in Barovia and wants nothing more than to get back to his gramma. I'm playing him as a paladin with a homebrew oath--the Oath of Family. His "spells" often involve him whipping up homecooked meals and his "holy symbol" is the sun hat his gramma gave him.

It's been a pretty rough campaign, though. Nips is very homesick.

He has grown to VERY MUCH dislike Strahd for both personal and general reasons--all I'll say is that our party adopted Vasili as our favorite NPC and brought him everywhere with us. Sooo when the party was invited to dinner at Strahd's mansion, Nips showed up in his full ducal regalia in order to try and show Strahd that he refuses to be cowed.

That patch on his chest is the Gerard family's symbol, a spear in an open field. The family specializes in spearfighting; thus Nips' proficiency with the spear for fishing.

It's been hard for Nips to face Strahd because Strahd reminds him of his own father; a tyrant. In a way, living in the fishing village gave Nips a way to avoid facing the damage his father has done and avoiding the responsibility ingrained in him since birth of protecting the people of the dukedom. The moral quandaries in Curse of Strahd are difficult for him. It's distressing to him when he can't help everyone. A part of his spirit is becoming bitter and hard.

Not to mention that our time at Strahd's castle didn't go well...

He actually has a playlist as well, if you would like to listen to it on Spotify 💚 >>HERE<<

Also check out @birdlimes and @izuris and of course the DM ruining all our lives, @rookdaw, for more art from the campaign B)

#curse of strahd #dnd character #dnd paladin #dnd 5e #dnd art #why yes this is the campaign where the bard decided to hook up with strahd why do you ask #stares at bird

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nikkisixxsmissingpick · 4 months

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Just a unfortunate dream

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Warnings: nightmares, mentions of death, Gerard cries, pet names

written by someone who's first language is NOT english

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Gerard is the best partner you anyone could ever wish for. They were caring, they were gentle, not to mention absolutely stunning.

You couldn't be happier.

Every weekend you both would alternate sleeping in each other's places, because you felt as if being with him during college wasn't enough. Today was the turn to sleep at yours.

When it was around 6 pm Gerard knocked at your door, the only thing he he brought with him being the shirt he borrowed from you last month

"hi sweetheart"

you greet them with a little peck as they enter trough the door, handling you your Metallica shirt back

"I've missed you..."

They mumble looking down, as if a bit ashamed. He was always a bit shy around you, no matter how much time you guys have been together

"but, Gee, I've seen you earlier today to grab the movie and I called, like... Three minutes before you left home"

You say with a chuckle, hugging their waist to keep them close. He buried his face on your neck, breathing you in

"I know, but I still missed you!"

You smiled, kissing their cheek and walking with him towards your room. Both of you enter the poster-filled bedroom

Gerard sits down on your bed, taking out his shoes as you put your "a night at the opera" Queen vinyl to play, lowering to volume to let it be just a background noise.

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3 hours later

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You both are cuddled up on your bed by the time the "the shining" credits roll on the tv screen. You look down at your lover to see them sleeping soundly, griping slightly on your shirt.

You grab the controller and turn off the tv, covering both of you with the blanket as you slip down on the bed some more, wrapping your arms around Gerard's waist gently.

Slowly you also drift to sleep

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Not even thirty minutes later Gerard starts to move around in bed, little "no"'s and "please stay"'s leaving his lips every now and then.

Gerard jolts awake, startled. They look around the room, their breath irregular and fat hot tears rolling down his cheeks

You slowly wake up at the faint sound of crying coming from your side

"sweetheart?"

You call, a bit groggy from sleep. When you sit up straight you bring a hand to cup his cheek, wiping away their tears with your thumb

"what happened, love?"

Gerard leans in your touch, but guilt starts to accumulate on his chest and he shakes his head

"it's stupid... I'm sorry for waking you up..."

He sniffs a bit and you frown, a small curve on your eyebrows as you look at them

"sweetheart, if you're sobbing then it can't be that stupid... And the last person to judge you would be me.."

You reassure, running your hand on his greasy black hair. Gerard just breaks down then and there, slowly resting his head on your shoulder as he sobs

You hold him close, rubbing his back soothingly

"i-i had a dream... You died... All because of me"

They say in between sobs and hiccups, his hands grabbing on your shirt tightly as to be sure you're really there

"and I didn't tell you, but I've been having this kind of dream over and over again... I can't take it anymore... I want to make it stop..."

He continues, all while you play with the ends of his hair and rub his back gently

"sweetheart... First of all, I'm very, very proud of you for having the courage to tell me... And the other thing is that I don't have a magic recipe to make the nightmares stop, but if you want I can be with you every night... I wouldn't mind a bit hold you every night if you think it might help in a way"

Gerard looks at you with wide eyes, as if they can't believe you

"you would?"

He asks in a whisper, looking at you in the eyes

"mhm, every night if you need"

You reassure with nothing but love resembling on your face

"I don't deserve you"

He says, a small smile tugging at their lips in the middle of tears

"yes you do... It was just a unfortunate dream, okay? I'm here... I'll always be"

You say, pressing a tender kiss to their forehead. For that night Gerard didn't have anymore nightmares.

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This is shit, but I wanted to write something. I accept criticism

#gerard way x reader #mcr x reader #frank iero x reader #Ray Toro x reader #mikey way x reader #gerard way #frank iero #ray toro #mikey way #kinda angsty #this is really bad

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partypoisonzz · 2 years

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we must never be apart (gerard way x drummer!reader smut)

Kinktober 2022 Day 12: Hickies/Lovebites/Quickies

Era: Projekt Revolution (2007)

Reader Pronouns: None, but Reader has AFAB anatomy and there's one "Mistress" use.

Content:

- Backstage quickies againnnn

- HELLA subby Gerard

- Pegging mention

- Free use mention

- Established but secret relationship, fuck it we ball

Word Count: 2,435

Disclaimer: This explicit story was written by an adult for consumption by other adults only. If you are under 18, please do not read or interact in any way.

Gerard lets out a quiet whimper as the door closes behind you. You lean in to whisper a warning in his ear as you back him up against a wall.

"Quiet," you murmur before leaning in further, pressing a kiss to his neck. A soft albeit high-pitched sound breaks up from his throat as he relaxes underneath your touch.

You pull back, looking at him in the dim light of the venue's supply closet. He returns your gaze, swallowing hard.

You can't help but give him a sly smile. He's ruined already.

You're about to make it a whole lot worse.

"That's my good boy."

Before he can fully process the praise, your lips are pressed hard against his. He moans against your mouth, desperate. You can't resist making a comment about it when you pull away.

"So needy," you say. Then, because you always love to hear him say it: "Tell me what you want, baby."

He lets out another shaky whine before obliging you. "W-want you to keep touching me."

You giggle. "That's not very specific, is it?" You press an open-mouthed kiss to the edge of his jaw, working your way up until your lips rest just below his ear. "You could have me however you wanted," you whisper to him. "My hands... My mouth... My pussy... It's all yours."

As soon as these words pass your lips, you busy yourself with kissing him again, your mouth trailing back down his neck. He throws his head back, letting out another desperate groan.

Your eyes flick upwards, taking in the look on his face. His eyes are closed, ringed by eyeliner that has yet to be ruined by sweat, — or tears, if you had it your way. His mouth hangs open slightly, lost in the feeling of the meager touches and kisses that you're giving him. You're tempted to shove your fingers inside, make him suck and gag on them, but you figure it's best if that comes later. He still has to sing tonight, after all.

"Hurry up and tell me, baby," you urge him between kisses. "The show starts in thirty minutes. We don't have much time."

Judging by the way that Gerard is reacting to mere foreplay, you know that half an hour is more than enough time to get him off and continue going about your night. Still, there's something about the urgency that adds

another layer of thrill to the situation. The nagging notion that you shouldn't be doing this right now makes it all the more fun.

"Don't care what you do," Gerard finally manages. "Just want you to make me yours."

These words draw your attention to the insistent throbbing between your legs. Of course, knowing that you're in charge, you have to keep your composure.

"Just wanna be mine, huh?" you echo sweetly. "You wanna show everybody? Let everyone who looks at you know that you're my bitch?"

The degrading nickname elicits another pathetic whimper. "Yeah," he says. "Want them to know... Want them to see..."

You chuckle. "So they can picture how you look underneath me every night?" you ask. "You want them to hear all those dirty noises you make and wonder if that's what you sound like when I suck you off? Want them to talk about whether or not I'm the one fucking you?" You teasingly nip at his neck, inspiring a beautifully shrill cry that leaves you smiling against his skin.

"You know that they'd wonder," you go on. "The way that you bend over the amp... How you walk over to my drumset sometimes and mess with me, like you're just trying to piss me off... Everybody knows you're just begging to get fucked." You let out another laugh as you suck a hickey against a particularly tender spot on his neck. "God, I wish I had my strap. I'd fuck your brains out, right up against this wall. Ruin you before the show even starts."

These words cause him to let out a full-blown, desperate moan, leaning in to press his face against your neck. "Fuck me," he mutters.

You push him away from you, pinning him against the wall again. You give him a sly grin as your eyes rake over him, taking in his flushed face, the look of wanting in his eyes, the already-purpling marks on his neck.

He gives another shaky gulp, looking up at you with pleading eyes. Your smile fades away as you slowly shake your head. "You know, baby," you say. "I'm not sure you deserve that."

You swear that you see the hope draining from his eyes instantly. "What?" he huffs out, his voice high-pitched and whiny. "Why?"

In truth, you want nothing more than to sink down on him and ride him, quick and dirty, let him fill you up with his come before you walk onstage. Still, something tells you that teasing him before the show and spending the rest of the night getting him worked up will be much more fun in the end.

You hum, absentmindedly stroking the side of his face, — a gesture that is both condescending and affectionate enough to have Gerard melting against you. "You just haven't been as patient as you usually are," you explain. "You're usually so compliant, but tonight, you're being a bit... bratty."

He whines slightly, squirming slightly against your hold. "Sorry," he mumbles. "Was an accident, I swear. I—" He lets out a high-pitched sound of surprise as your hands travel down to his chest, pushing him up against the wall.

His eyes meet yours, pretty and coal-lined and filled with an unmistakable emotion. Fear.

You bare your teeth at him in the form of a dazzling smile. "Feeling ungrateful, are we?"

"N-no," he stammers, shaking his head back and forth pathetically.

"Hmm... I don't know." Before he can attempt to further explain himself, you lean in, giving him another deep, blistering kiss.

He kisses you back fervently, like he's afraid it's the only contact he'll have with you for the rest of the night. You're far too wet for that to be case, but that doesn't mean that you can't mess with him a little bit.

"You have two options," you tell him when he comes up for air, gasping for breath. You lean in so that your foreheads touch. As innocently domestic as the gesture may seem to others, the eye contact between the two of you is filled with white hot intensity. "Option number one: you get off from just my hand..."

One of your hands wanders down his body, landing on his belt buckle. You smile to yourself as you feel his breathing hitch.

"Or option number two..." You idly run your hand over his bulge for a moment before suddenly pulling back. "I go and fix my makeup right now, and leave you to take care of this by yourself."

"N-no," Gerard blurts out. "No, please..." You feel him shifting against you, desperately searching for just the slightest bit of friction.

You raise your eyebrows, pushing harder against his shoulders. "Behave," you caution him.

That one word is enough to make him go completely still, looking up at you with those sad doe eyes again.

You laugh softly, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "Good boy." Without warning, your hand returns to the fly of his jeans. Though you hear his quiet gasp, you are pleased to find that he remains motionless.

"Why don't you beg pretty for me?" you ask him, pressing your hand ever-so-slightly harder against the denim.

It doesn't take him any time to comply. "Please," he whimpers.

"Please, what?" you ask, beginning to rub your hand up and down, slowly, oh-so-fucking-slowly.

"Please, Mistress," Gerard pants without missing a beat. God, he's so fucking good. "Please let me use your hand to get off."

"There we go." Your lips return to his neck as you finally reach for his zipper. You continue sucking at that sensitive place as you tug his jeans halfway down. You pull away when you realize that there are no underwear for you to discard.

"Little slut." You reach out, grabbing his ass quickly before pulling your hand away again. "What's this for, huh? Easy access?"

"Hah... Maybe..." Gerard's head falls against your shoulder again as your hand crawls ever-closer to where he needs you.

"Aww, baby, don't be shy," you gently chide. "It's alright. You can tell me. You just want me to be able to have your cock whenever I want it, right?"

He cries out as you suddenly wrap your hand around his aching cock, slowly rubbing your hand upwards. "Mmm-hmm," he hums, face buried in your skin.

You run your thumb in circles around his head, collecting precome. "Louder, sweetheart."

"Y-yeah," he manages, lifting his head slightly. "I... I do. Want it... Want you... All the fucking time..."

You give a satisfied hum. "That's because you're my whore, isn't it?" Suddenly, you begin moving your hand faster, resulting in a beautiful series of strangled moans.

"Yeah. Yeah, it is." He throws his head back again, bucking his hips against your hand. "Fuck..."

You chuckle. "Bet you'd let me use you whenever I wanted, if you could." Your lips return to his neck, this time trailing the hollow of his throat. "What would you think about that, baby? If I just climbed on top of you when you were doing something else and took what I wanted?"

"Yeah. Fuck, yeah. I'd like that." He lets out another surprised cry as you speed up your movements even more. "Ohgod, please..."

"You just wanna be my good little whore all the time, right?" Your teeth scrape against a mark you had previously left on his neck, causing those pathetic little noises to grow even louder. "Just wanna be mine, in every single way?"

"Please," he begs. He's actually fucking your hand now, though you can't exactly bring yourself to mind. "Please, please make me yours..."

You laugh softly. "You already are mine, baby," you tell him earnestly. "And I'm all yours, too. But you want everyone else to see that, don't you?"

He nods frantically. "Uh-huh."

You grin, nipping lightly at one of the bruises. "That's so sweet, baby," you purr. "You're so good, you know that? I'm awfully lucky."

"Th-thank you." He wraps his arms around your waist, attempting to hold you as close as he possibly can as your hand speeds up and your tongue flattens against the side of his hickey-strewn neck. "Oh, fuck..."

You simply hum against his skin, now moving your wrist at a breakneck speed.

You continue your ministrations until you feel his breathing falling out of time, his chest heaving against yours in a series of frantic gasps.

At that point, you pull back.

"Wh-what're you doing?" Gerard asks, eyes flashing with that look of panic once again.

You grin up at him as you sink to the floor. You know that getting on your knees for him sort of defies your dominance, but...

"Look at me," you order him as your hand returns to his cock.

His breath hitches as his eyes flick downwards, meeting yours.

You keep your eyes on his as you speed back up.

"That's it," you encourage him. You take note of all the signs that indicate that he's right there, ready to explode on the pull of a fucking hairpin trigger. His eyes look hazy, — clouded over, almost. His breathing comes in uneven gasps. "My good, pretty boy. You look so gorgeous, fucking my hand like this..."

Your praise causes his hips to buck harder against your hand. At this point, you aren't even sure if that's voluntary or not. "Oh... oh, please... God..."

"Feels good, huh?" You abruptly slow your movements, building up to what you think is a teasing pace as your hand moves along his shaft. "My good boy. Can't believe I get you all to myself. Can't believe that you're mine..."

Suddenly, his hips buck harder against your hand, a strangled groan breaking up from his throat. "Oh, fuck!"

You gasp as the first spurt of come spills all over your hand.

You milk him through it until he finally collapses against the wall, body twitching slightly with overstimulation.

"Mmm... Such a good boy." You bring your hand up to your mouth, eyes never leaving his as you lick the mess away from your fingers. Gerard's face manages to turn redder, even in his rosy afterglow.

You look down for a moment, only to find that your hand wasn't the only thing that had gotten messy.

"Motherfucker," you curse, regarding your now-ruined T-shirt with dismay. You rise slowly to your feet, tugging at the fabric.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do about this, Gerard?" you ask. "We go on in ten minutes. I don't have time to change..."

"Here." Gerard quickly tugs his vest off and holds it out to you. "Just wear this."

You cast a curious glance over your shoulder at him, now just wearing his plain black T-shirt. "You want me to go onstage wearing your clothes?" you ask. "Wouldn't that make people... speculate?"

He shakes his head. "Don't even care."

You can't help but smile at this declaration. "Alrighty. Singer's definitely fucking the drummer. Got it." You allow him to help you into the jacket before holding up a finger. "Now, just give me a sec..."

He regards you with a curious look as he redoes his pants. The look of confusion on his face never ceases when you remove the bandana from around your neck. "What..."

He suddenly goes silent as you wrap the bandana around his wrist, fastening it with a loose knot. "There," you say as you proudly pull away. "Everyone can see that we belong to each other now, right?"

For a moment, he just looks at you, eyes swimming with affection. Then, his hand comes to rest underneath your chin, pulling you closer to him.

You kiss him for what seems like forever, growing dizzy from the feeling after getting so fucking wet for him.

When he finally breaks away, Gerard offers you a question, so quiet you can barely hear it. "Marry me?"

You chuckle, pulling away. "Ask me again when you aren't so fucked out."

Little do you know as you step onstage that he fully intends on trying again later.

Maybe later tonight, at the hotel, he thinks as the roar of the crowd fills his ears. You turn to smile at him, your fingers brushing just slightly before the lights come up.

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thxnks4themrms · 8 months

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I just realized I never properly made an intro for myself so under the cut is where you can find it :)

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Hi! Since I can't come up with a nickname for myself right now you can kinda just call me Vampy because I can't really think of anything else rn. Anyways, to make things easier I'll just write most of the basic stuff in bullet points :)

I’m Cambodian (Asian)

I use she/her and they/them pronouns

My favorite colors are pink and black

I’m an INFJ

I’m a Sagittarius

I love music - metal and rock to be specific

I like reading

I love horror movies

I enjoy things like taxidermy and bones

I’m bi

I’m Buddhist

I’m 13 which makes me a silly minor 😋😋

I literally have the best lover ever <33

I love you Mikey Way

Bands / Artist I listen To The Most <3

My Chemical Romance - and their side projects

Fall Out Boy

Paramore

Pre-split Panic! At The Disco

Arctic Monkeys

The Last Shadow Puppets

Mitski

Lana Del Rey

Melanie Martinez

Korn

Slipknot

Limp Bizkit

Blink - 182

Dazey And The Scouts

Weezer

Pierce The Veil

Radiohead

The Smashing Pumpkins

The Smiths

The Cure

Këkht Aräkh

The Neighborhood

TV Girl

Waterparks

Mötley Crüe

Queen

Nirvana

The Offsprings

6arelyhuman

Okay so now that I’ve said a little about myself I plan on doing more stuff to this blog but that’ll be coming in 2024 :p but other than that here’s my dni list and when more stuff comes it’ll be here :D

Thin Ice <\3 (PLEASE DONT BE MAD IM SORRY)

Swifties

Harry Styles fans

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can you pls explain to me what happened on tbp tour? i know the recording was bleak with the haunted manor and all that, but i keep hearing little things about the tour and i can't seem to find any information on google?? like some ppl on here have mentioned some things about frank's health and that he was on pills so idk if it was a drug issue or a chronic illness thing?? i think g and mikey suffered a lot of mental health stuff?? just please gimme the run down?! i love u

okay so this might get a little long so i’m putting it under a cut but basically in summary: they are insane. they’d already put themselves through a lot of emotional pressure writing the album in a haunted mansion where their producer was encouraging psychological warfare among them, and then they threw themselves into a LONG and gruelling tour and honestly made it as difficult for themselves as possible every step of the way. they were dealing with mental and physical illness and they pushed way past the point of exhaustion. they were reaching major life milestones (all of them got engaged at least once, three of them got married) but spending entire years away from home. they became the face of a subculture they didn’t particularly feel like they had anything in common with, and then they got some really bad press that was extremely demoralising because it wasn’t about the music, it was about the actual message of the band, which had been twisted and misinterpreted.

but if you want more detail (cw for sh & sui ments):

so the page for this tour got taken down from wikipedia for some reason but it’s archived here and it’ll give you an impression of just how huge this tour was. legs kept getting added on to the tour because they thought this was the band’s, like, one big chance to take over the world so they didn’t want to say no to anything because they thought that’s what the album deserved. at the start of it they effectively played two sets a night - the black parade front to back and then some revenge and bullets songs as an extended encore. they did it all in thick, non-breathable wool jackets and trousers, and they did it six nights a week with almost no breaks - basically the only breaks they did get were when they were travelling between continents lol. the wiki page i linked lists the dates of the tour proper, but they were also playing album launch shows in multiple countries in the months before it fully kicked off. the spot that looks like they had a nice long break between july and october was actually almost fully taken up by pro rev LOL.

gerard and ray were actually the only members who made it through the full tour. cortez filled in for both mikey and frank at different times. mikey left fairly early - in april 2007, after getting married to alicia backstage after their show in vegas in march. he left for a honeymoon and didn’t come back until september for the final couple shows of pro rev. he also opened up a bit about how hard 2006 had been on his mental health while they were writing the album, so the break was much-needed. frank left a couple of times for shorter stretches, once because of an illness in his family and once because he had a wisdom tooth complication and couldn’t fly to australia. also, yeah, the constant touring took a toll on his physical health at times and he wouldn’t take breaks when he needed them - i’m sure you’ve seen the pictures of him onstage attached to an oxygen tank. bob was recovering from third-degree burns at first and then had persistent issues with chronic pain in his wrist and had to take a couple of months off playing or risk permanently disabling himself, and for at least most of those dates he was replaced by tucker from thursday. beyond that they did have to cancel several dates in may 2007 because everyone except frank and gerard (including most of their crew and the band muse) got terrible food poisoning from some catering chicken (frank escaped because he’s vegan and gerard because he slept through catering that day lol).

projekt revolution saw the band, like...really fucking exhausted. at that point they’d started getting kind of sick of playing the characters of the black parade. ray in particular talked about feeling disconnected from their audiences because of the uniforms and burned out by the repetition (this article’s pretty interesting because ray doesn’t talk about that aspect of the band very often in public). so for the festival shows they gave up playing parade in full and doing two sets every night for a bit, but now they were playing in extreme heat with a shit tonne of pyrotechnics lol. pro rev was meant to be the end of the tour, but they added a couple of extra shows in mexico to ritualistically kill off the black parade because i would expect no less from this band (that was october 7 2007, which is when the black parade is dead was filmed). and then they added another leg, and another...and they essentially ended up doing what basically amounted to a second full world tour without ever stopping the first one lol. it wasn’t only long but also so over-the-top in terms of theatrics and staging that they barely even broke even financially at the end of it. which is like. crazy. they had five full buses of stage equipment and a sound and lighting system that took five hours to set up and three hours to dismantle every night.

so if you’ve watched the infamous reading & leeds show you’ll recognise the “fuck the daily mail” thing, which is because after tbp came out they published satanic-panic-lite type articles calling mcr a suicide cult that promoted self-harm and stuff. you gotta understand that the emo subculture, whether or not it was connected to mcr, was one of the biggest laughing stocks of the noughties. notably, there were a series of riots and hate-crimes in mexico against “emo” kids (largely due to in actuality to homophobia, of course), and mcr would get asked about it so often that they felt like they were being blamed for it and that they needed to apologise for it. gerard in particular has spoken quite a bit about how much he struggled with feeling like tbp was being misinterpreted and taken out of context when it was such a deeply personal album to him. then things got even worse in may 2008, around the end of the tour, when the daily mail reported on the “emo cult” again, this time explicitly linking the tragic suicide of a 13-year-old girl to mcr. obviously this is, like, the antithesis of everything the band stood for, and they took it really hard. it spiralled even further, with gerard making a public statement about it, fans protesting at the daily mail offices, an inquest into the tragic suicide, and the daily mail doubling down and claiming that mcr should be grateful for the extra “publicity” they were getting from all of this. yeah. there’s a long section detailing all of this in not the life it seems, if you can stomach reading it.

the peak of this kind of aligns with the actual end of the black parade world tour in may 2008 in madison square garden. this is another one of those infamous shows - again, there’s an entire section in not the life it seems dedicated to it. it was a dream come true to play msg, especially for gerard and mikey, but they were completely burned out by that point. apparently the show itself was great and they were full of energy, but gerard was speaking to the crowd like the band was about to break up, and apparently the vibes were not great backstage. frank was so nervous about the show that he took a bunch of pills to get through it and has almost no memory of it. after they left the stage, ray found gerard in a dressing room and advised him to take a break or start another band that nobody knew about so it wouldn’t be the end of mcr for good. apparently gerard wrote boy division in the taxi on the way home after that gig but i can’t remember where i read that now so i might be wrong about that bit.

anyway, then none of them really saw each other for several months. frank started leathermouth because he can’t live without touring (ray played with them once too), but besides that the first time they were together again was for ray’s wedding later that summer. according to himself, brian schechter (their manger up until then) was fired over phone the morning after someone’s wedding so i have to assume it was ray’s given the timing lol (unless it was when gerard and lynz had a little ceremony or whatever, idk when that was).

anyway happy ending at least: they got back in the studio in october 2008 in new york to record desolation row for the watchmen movie and had such an amazing time that ray flew down to la (where gerard had recently moved) and he, gerard, and bob jammed around and wrote four new songs in no time. over the next year or two, the rest of mcr followed gerard to la one by one and started working on conventional weapons and they swore it would be a fun album to write and that they wouldn’t put themselves through the black parade recording process again. anyway then they scrapped it last minute to write danger days instead lol.

but yeah like. i think it’s easy to forget now in 2022 just how huge mcr was during parade era, but how they got completely misinterpreted in bad faith by, like, the media and culture as a whole. it’s probably fairly common for bands like them to be kind of misunderstood in their lifetimes but hailed as visionaries years or decades later, so it’s kind of like really fucking exciting to see mcr actually active again during the time when i feel like they’re finally started to get appreciated for what they really are. which is the greatest band in the world if you ask me but i guess i am a little bit biased <3

#spoilers: it did get a little long #most of this information is a summary of the relevant chapters in not the life it seems btw #hope you see this anon! sorry i know you sent the ask a couple of days ago #answered #mcr history #*

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The Devil's Den

Chapter 41: In Which The Daylight Is Dawning Pt. 2

You can read this also on Ao3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

Donna was frozen in place. She knew Karl was still holding onto her but she couldn't comprehend it. All she could see was the trail of blood on the ground where Alcina had been drug to her fate. Every single event was replaying slow motion over and over again in her brain. She had been so lost in thought she hadn't noticed everyone filing out of the hall and back into the city, leaving the few who were brave enough to show their remaining loyalty to Alcina lingering just as still and silent as she was.

"D - "

A voice said in her ear.

"D! You gotta snap out of it - D."

Her dark brown eyes on the verge of spilling tears finally looked over to find Karl, his face just as riddled with grief but definitely more rage than she had ever seen.

"I..." she mustered, "we - the - we -"

Donna couldn't even form a coherent sentence, she was too overcome with shock she brought her palms up and buried her face. Karl's warm, secure embrace was quite literally the only thing holding her together.

Without Alcina, their fight was over. No one would unite without her. None of the pitiful fucking vampires would act on their own! Her only hope was the lycans, who would be gnashing to fight, she had no doubt. The underworlds only hope now was the lycans. And that was fine with her. But they had to do something and they had to do it fast. She had to snap out of it!

She broke away from Karl momentarily and was about to whisper her hasty plan to him, but that chilling presence she hated now more than ever invaded her space.

"Donna, my dear!" Came Miranda's cool voice, "I have some pressing business that needs attending to, but I will send for you later as we have much to discuss," she smiled, "and Karl, I will require your time here very shortly as well - and try not to get into any trouble in the meantime. My soldiers have direct orders to destroy anyone who steps out of line... you've seen the damage they do. Please don't be stupid. I'd rather not lose either of you to fruitless defiance."

Karl lunged for Miranda but Donna haphazardly clambered herself nearly onto him to stop his assault as she walked away so annoyingly nonchalant.

"Don't be an idiot!" she hissed through a hushed whisper in his ear, "your shop - now!"

Everyone of key importance had gathered in Karl's work space: Donna, Karl himself, Dmitri, Angie, Sylvia, Mitch, Diego, Gerard, Mateo, Elina, and shockingly, Clarice from the council.

"Keep your voice down!" Donna huffed.

"I don't give a fuck what they can hear! I'm about to start poppin' bullets in every single one of their skulls!" Karl raged, pulling a new and very decently sized revolver out of his underarm and aiming it to the mutants on the other side of the thick glass, "I'll blow the underground to kingdom-fucking-come before I let this bitch take this place!" Donna forced his arm down and grabbed the collar of his dirty, beat-up, oversized khaki colored trench coat, "will you keep your shit together! We have one fucking shot at this and we can't afford your hot-headed, bull-skulled, idiotic temper to ruin it for everyone! Alcina needs our help! We have to be smart about this!"

Angie popped a blood lollypop out of her mouth loudly and hopped her butt onto the table, shoving it right back in her cheek before reaching for Karl, "listen, my man, I've been watching these weirdos for weeks; they are brutally strong but they are fuckin' DUMB. I'm not sure what operates them but I swear to god it's not the brain in their heads. They're very easily distracted and drawn apart when psycho-whacko isn't present. The sunrise is barely hours away, we need a calculated diversion, lots of 'em - you know, bombs and stuff - and a quick moving team and we can get Alcina and her girls out with no issue at all. But that's only if Mother Fuckface isn't near."

"There's the biggest issue; Mother Miranda." Dmitri stated, his usually calm and vivid demeanor very visibly shaken by witnessing what everyone else did.

"Yeah - that -" Angie chimed back in, "she's really the messiest dingleberry. I dunno what to tell you about that one. Sheer force won't do jack shit to her with all these mutants around. She's their HBIC - it's like she thinks it and they do it - very disturbing."

"HBIC?" Clarice piped up very confused.

"Head bitch in charge." Angie clarified.

Donna huffed and rubbed her temples aggravatedly, "alright - heads down - focus! We have very little time, we've got to move quickly."

You felt like you were under a boulder.

It wasn't terribly bright where you were but it took all of your effort to force your eyelids open.

The room was decently sized, wide open, the lights were dull and a light ochre color. It smelled slightly sterile but also metallic the way dried blood did. The walls were lined with shelves and storage lockers, weird glass globes and vials that made you feel like you were caught in a mad scientist movie. It was also full of all kinds of medical looking equipment, and in that instant everything that had taken place rushed back in, including that cunts words; take her to the lab, NOW!

So. This was it.

You were strangely alone. You thought that was probably not the smartest move, but then again you felt like you'd been hit by a bus. There was barely enough energy coursing through you to breath without labor.

What the fuck was around your neck and wrists? They had to be the reason for this feeling.

Using all your might, you tried to lean forward in the reclined chair you were clearly bound to to see if you could make out the heavy cuffs.

It was a dark grey material, a metal of sorts maybe? It appeared polished and looked kind of shiny, but it wasn't glowing the way Alcina's had been.

The unlatching of a door to the right of you caught you off guard and your head snapped in that direction, a bad move as the room started to spin.

"Iron."

Came that sickening voice.

"The best raw iron one can find," Mother Miranda continued as she waltzed happily towards you, "the only real weakness to a fae like you."

...Fae?

What?

You were finally able to get a good close look at the living terror you had envisioned killing many times before, the rage you felt twisting your lips and face into a scowl that made Miranda smirk. She might be a pretty thing if she weren't such an awful waste of air. To you she was ugly, hideous even, wearing the pain she'd caused your Alcina like a badge of honor and it made your magick spark.

"I had hoped to meet under better circumstances, but Alcina never would have allowed that to happen..."

Miranda placed her hand on your upper arm and it burned. Whether or not that was your imagination reacting out of pure spite for her or an actual sensation you weren't really sure.

"She's very possessive, you see. She would have never shared you with me willingly."

Her smile made you want to explode.

"Though her appetite for strong blood has always been her weakness, and her strength. I could always count on her to find the most delicious humans. Granted, Madeleine was a sorry loss, truly, which I'm sure she told you all about her, and what I did... villainize me all you want, little fae, but I did what was best for her in the end."

You wanted to scream more than anything, break free and grab her face and gouge out her eyes, but you were locked in a prison of hatred that rendered you still and silent while you bickered with your inner thoughts trying to stay on top of your reactions. Then Malka's voice sounded in your ear; telling you to remain calm, to use the situation to your benefit, to store the emotions brewing inside of you because they would come in handy. So you remained quiet, letting her drawl making you angrier and angrier.

"Madeleine came from a long line of witches, I'll have you know," Miranda continued as she walked around the chair you were strapped to, heading to the side table that had a large syringe and several long vials, "but she had strayed from that path, as did her mother before her, so her blood would have been no use to me in the long run. It was too weak, her power was too weak, but it made her irresistible to our dearest Alcina."

Watching as she grabbed for the syringe, you swallowed and eyed her like a hawk, gritting and grinding your teeth with what strength you had.

"I knew what I put her through would wane her from seeking anything less than the most powerful blood until the right time came. I had no idea it would be this soon. I figured a century may pass perhaps, but here you came along... a most pleasant surprise. I thought your kind had long been lost."

Curiosity was hard to deny. You'd been searching for answers your whole life. Now you had to ask.

"What exactly are... my kind?"

Miranda's eyes gleamed, "I told you; you're a fae! Now which kind I'm not totally certain. Fae folk in the human world are the rarest, which makes you the most desirable! A fae in the olde world is too impossible to catch. They're too strong, too flighty, too unusable. But you! Your blood is some of the oldest I've ever had the privilege to come across. I'll truly enjoy my search to find your lineage, if I can, because your blood will be the striking force to begin our journey into this new age!"

Syringe in hand, Miranda darted back to your side and examined you with fever in her eyes, her delicate fingertip tracing your face that came with a sensation of you wanting to rip yourself out of your skin.

"You will be everything I need for my new species of vampire. Your blood will make me stronger than any that have ever walked this earth before, and my children, the new breed that I will introduce, will be the perfection I have so long since desired."

You had to bite your lip as her twinkling blue eyes made your skin prickle. Keeping your head about you to continue to store this rage deep inside of you, in a nest in your core for your chance to strike was getting harder.

"The army that follows me now are less than what I desired. They are controllable, but... albeit a failed experiment. Yes, they are brutishly strong, and purely loyal to me, but... they have no mind of their own, a downside to the parasite I bred. But! It was a good start!" She grinned, "When I mutate your blood along with my parasites I hope to weed out the rest of the weaknesses that make us fallible - there will be no desire but to be beautiful and powerful. To follow me. And only me. To deny love for any, but me. To go with me to whatever end I desire... to never repeat the same mistakes I face, over and over..."

Her eyes went vacant as she stared off at the wall behind your head, the forest of thoughts she'd just gotten lost in seeming to lead her down a foggy path that blinked your existence out of the picture, and yet she kept talking.

"It was a dream my daughter and I had..." her voice dwindled to a more somber tone, "she had been so young. Twelve years old. Too young to be what she became. The years passed, and we do not change physically of course, and it becomes hard for one so young to bare the burdens of the world, to watch everything change around you when you do not when you should... Eva... my darling... she wanted to change. She wanted to change so much, but I... was able to give her everything her heart desired, but that..."

Your eyes were transfixed on this woman. Alcina told you she had never told a soul what had happened to her daughter, that everything the vampires knew about it was purely speculation, and yet here she was spilling it to you like you were a guard at the gates of heaven or hell, and she must tell her tale before she passes.

"Her beauty was unmatched. An angel, really. A young but vicious killer that gave my soul so much joy. My only absolution to the life we had no choice but to dwell within. And we... oh, we had such plans! Such visions we would share and collaborate - the future of our kind - the path we could lead - the power and control we could have! There was a future we so desired to live back amongst the humans as one! To be feared and loved and worshipped as the greater species we are! Untouched by time... illness... every little thing that defeated humans at the drop of a hat..."

Miranda looked back down at you as she seemed to come back into herself, her palm caressing your face as she sunk her sight into you, and you stilled, held your breath out of what emotion you weren't sure.

"But... we aren't as perfect as we should be. There is one, only one, illness that is our downfall. It ruins everything... every plan, ever desire, every need behind a motivation - it can be thwarted by the worst of all illnesses... do you know what that illness, that weakness is, little fae?"

You shook your head very carefully, the wild look behind her eyes making you uneasy.

"Love," she whispered, leaning into your face, "love, little fae... the worst ailment any living creature can endure! It... ruins everything!"

Miranda leaned back up and stepped away from you with haste, pacing manically as she continued her bizarre rant.

"It took my Eva!" She nearly shrieked, "it took her from me!" Her wild eyes went back to you as she walked back and forth across the floor, "she fell from me! Away from me! Abandoned me and our plans! Everything we were working towards - she left it all behind - dropped it like it had never meant anything, all because - all because - this - this boy! A human! A human boy she could never coexist with! She was stricken down by this folly and I lost her to it, to him!"

She was growing more and more fitful and you were trying very hard to not fear for your safety. Miranda was a loaded loose cannon, that was all too apparent.

"I - I had no choice. I had no choice, little fae. For our own betterment, for hers, I had to cure her. I had to end it. How could I possibly let this infection of love for a human taint my bloodline?! Humans would be our end! She knew this, she knew, and yet she gave in. She bowed to this weakness. And I... my reign, my dynasty, could not be tarnished. We were too far into our plan to stray. I couldn't allow it. I couldn't... and so I had to kill her, don't you see?"

She was out of her fucking mind. Absolutely mad.

"But... time marched on. I marched on. I never abandoned our plans, our hope, our desire for our kinds future. I had to abide my time. Calculate. Measure. Collect. Create. Watch. And plan. Plan, plan, plan, until the time was right."

Once more she turned to you and came to your side with a face full of psychotic hope.

"And here you are - my beacon of light! The turn of my tides! We will be great together. We will create such a dynasty that will rule this world for the rest of time, it will be marvelous! You... and me... we will change the course of the worlds future."

The fuck WE will.

You had to keep calm. You had to.

You were facing a deranged vampire who was old and powerful, but you would fight tooth and nail to make sure this plan of hers never saw the light of day. Pun intended.

Swallowing carefully, you tested the deep water you were in for your own benefit, you needed information, and more catalyst to your stash of emotion, "what have you done with Alcina?"

Mother Miranda's visage took a deep dive from hope to scrutiny, "what does it matter? She is a lost cause, as all of the vampires I have placed my hopes in have been."

"If you want my help, which I will give you, I simply ask in return that you tell me what you've done with her."

Rising slowly away from you, Miranda went back to the small table and retrieved a vial, with it and the syringe in hand, she returned and eyed you flatly, "she and her daughters will die by sunlight. I sealed them in the sun towers to burn."

There it was.

Oh that fire began to burn brightly. Now all you needed was your window of opportunity.

"You offer your alliance so willingly, I had not expected that little fae," Miranda mused as she looked down at you, calculating your words, "why?"

Fighting down your rage you locked your eyes in hers and forced a small smile, "you give me little choice. I would rather go willingly than fight you."

Her hardened facade broke into a faint grin.

Was it that easy?

"I somehow knew I was going to like you. Fae are usually very feisty and yet you are so malleable - you are wise beyond your years! Or, perhaps, the human world has beaten you down enough to make you this compliant... either way... we really will be a great team together."

She stroked your face once more that made your insides lurch, but you held your tongue and waited less than patiently.

"Still... you will have to fully earn my trust in time. Now, hold still, I need to fill these vials so I can begin my research."

Mother Miranda reached for the heavy iron collar around your neck and snapped the latch open, pulled it from your throat and you felt the overpowering flood of everything you had been holding onto slam into you.

Show time.

All you saw was red. Rage. Alcina, on her knees and bleeding at the mercy of the woman in front of you. The shallowing of your breath was accompanied with the narrowing of your space; the honing in on everything you felt; the numb, surging, overflowing power of your need for revenge for what she'd done to Alcina, and what she had in store for the woman you loved so deeply. You couldn't fathom the future she spoke of, the terror she would instill, and you would be damned before you, or your Alcina, became the played pawns in the start of this chess match. Miranda would pay dearly. You would make certain of it.

It was hot, prickly. Seething to be released.

You harnessed your magick with all of your might; the gnashing, howling hunger to lash out giving you only a brief pause before you let it off its leash at your intended target.

The heat of this explosion of magick was so strong you felt like you could touch it. It permeated off you and hit Miranda with an invisible choking cloud.

She stumbled back, dropping her tools to the floor with a clatter as a sputtering scream began to emerge from her throat. Her hands reached for her eyes with a shaking intensity as she screamed louder and louder, her knees threatening to buckle as you forced every ounce of your hatred through her. It wasn't long before you saw trails of blood pouring down her cheeks from her eyes before she all but fell into the table, knocking it over, the glass vials shattering on impact to the floor as she struggled to get as far away from you as possible.

Miranda tumbled through the door from which she came and you jerked on your wrists with might. The iron split around your wrists without struggle and you were free. Nauseatingly light headed you headed for the door opposite of where Mother Miranda had fled and dashed as fast as your wobbly legs would take you.

The further you got into the ways of the city the more and more powerful you felt, almost like you had to collect your power back before you yourself burst. Finally, against your will, you slammed into a wall and took heavy breath after heavy breath, looking down at your open palms that felt like they were on fire. Things were beginning to spin less and less and now you could hear yelling and screaming, howling, gun shots, and what you were pretty certain were explosions.

My hell, you were underground in the middle of a real war.

Out of the blue you heard your name behind you.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, please let this not be real. You weren't entirely sure enough on your feet yet to run.

Hesitantly you looked over your shoulder and found a face coming at you that allowed you to relax.

"Angie," you huffed, still relying on the wall for support.

"Ho - ly shit! You escaped?!"

You nodded a little disjunct and let the familiar vampire grab hold of you, "y-yeah - Miranda - "

"Ooo shit, fuck fuck - c'mon lets get outta here!"

She scooped you up like you were just a stuffed doll and dashed down the hallway, turning here and turning there, the labyrinth of this place making you so confused you stopped trying to keep track of your surroundings until you were being set down in a dark corner of a room with several other people.

"She escaped Miranda!" Angie shouted.

Three more sets of eyes landed on you, one you recognized; Donna.

"What?!"

The burliest of them asked as he shot around from behind Donna to get a good look at you.

"I'll be fucked! Little human's got gumption! How, though?!"

"I - I'm a fae," you answered very unsure of yourself. You weren't entirely sure if that Miranda bitch was right, but somehow it made sense.

The pause made you uneasy as they all looked at you as if you'd grown a second head in the last five seconds.

"I have magick," you tried again, "I attacked her, but I don't know how much damage I did."

Donna placed her hand on her shoulder in a very comforting way, her smile was warm but it didn't last long.

"You may have bought us a large window of opportunity, my dear, thank you," she offered, "are you alright, did she harm you?"

"N-no, no she didn't hurt me - I'm ok. Where's Alcina?" you blurted.

"The Eastern sun tower, that's where we're headed now."

Said the very handsome man with the most strikingly white hair and Russian accent.

"This is Dmitri, and this is Karl," Donna relayed with haste, "and the one who brought you, this is Angie, my sister."

"Yeah, we've met before," you responded with a smile at the blonde.

Donna halted grabbing for the bag she was fuddling with, "what?"

Angie jumped in immediately, "mmmyeah, about that; that's a story for another time, we really gotta get going. The sun rose three hours ago, our time slot to rescue is cutting way too short."

"Let's go then," you butted in, feeling much more like yourself which was a great relief.

"No, no," Donna warned, "this is no place for you, dear, I don't want to risk your safety."

"Did you not hear what she just said?" Karl interjected, "little pixie dust handed Miranda's ass to her - she's comin'! We want this little magickal hot shot with us."

"We really don't have time to argue, let's go!"

Dmitri was the final say.

The rest of the way wasn't completely barren of mutants, but they seemed oddly discombobulated and killing them was easier than it should've been.

The radio comms worn by Karl and Dmitri were going off the entire way. From what you gathered, the lycans and vampire soldiers were executing well calculated and stealthy attacks through the city, confirming your suspicions of hearing explosion earlier, which, fittingly enough continued as the three of you made your way to what was referred to as the Eastern Quarter, where the Eastern sun towers resided.

You were privileged front row seats to watching how vampires and lycans fought. Well, Karl at least. He was manic and hasty, although swift and effective with knives and a very large gun that made easy work of skulls. There was little left remaining after the blasts but an eerie blue glowing substance that oozed from whatever body part had been obliterated. The vampires were elegant and ruthless. They preferred blades above all else and Donna, though small, was terrifyingly agile and precise in the way she killed. Angie was a lot like Karl; pure mania. Dmitri, almost robotic; blunt and brutal.

Luckily you didn't have to go up against any mutants, you were far too preoccupied with familiarizing yourself with your surroundings and getting to Alcina as quickly as possible.

A sharp turn and a steep decline on damp stone stairs led you all to your destination.

It was eerily silent here and it made everything more dire. There were slots in the low ceiling where it met the stone wall that allowed, what you assumed to be, sunlight in. Safely enough it wouldn't harm a vampire if they didn't come too close, but in a horrifying way to let whomever was down there know that the sun was in the sky. The area was cold, and everything echoed loudly as it was quite literally a simple stone corridor with one door and two exits, the one you came from and the one that had dried blood leading to a very lonely door.

But there was no longer a door there.

The barely six foot tall archway had been cemented shut.

At some point during the night Alcina and her girls had fallen into a dreamless, slumber-like state. The frigid cold keeping them stored motionless and thoughtless until the impending white light of their looming fate began to spill over into the silo.

Bela was the first to wake.

She was stiff and so cold that when she peered gingerly towards where they all rest with their fingers still touching their mothers, she realized that their digits had turned completely grey. Void of all color or circulation.

It was then the shock and panic of realization that light was filling the silo, that Bela used all her might to push from the stinging cold floor and assess the situation.

Her wide eyes peered up to see the crescent moon of sunlight was growing larger and larger at the very top of the silo walls.

The sunlight was coming, death was coming. Help, was not.

Severity set in.

"Mother," her raw voice rasped, "mother please, wake up - wake up! Sisters! Get up!"

Their movements were just as slow as hers but they joined her, sitting up and leaning into the cold brick of the wall, eyes flying from the blue sky above to their mother who still lay completely unresponsive.

"Mother! Mother, please!" Bela called once more.

Daniela and Cassandra reached for each other, then Bela, trying to pull on their chains once more to see if by any mishap of fate they could break free. But they could not. They were too weak and it was too late.

The light melted down the brick above further and further as the moments passed, and the girls took to holding onto each other instead, inching as far from the wall as possible to give them any more time that might be possible before death seared them.

"M-mother - " Dani whined, "wake up... the sun! Please!"

Still, nothing.

Cassandra held fast to her sisters and brought their attention to her, the most somber expression they'd ever seen taking her beautiful face. She shook her head, accepting the fate that had befallen them, refusing to let it end without expressing the love she never truly said out loud, with actions.

So there, in the chilling wake of the sunlight, Cassandra, Bela, and Daniela held each other in an embrace of sisterhood as they braved their fears for what was to come.

Staring up at the sky, they waited for it all to end.

#alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu/female reader #alcina dimitrescu/original female character #alcina dimitrescu/reader #lesbian #f/f #fanfic #wlw #fic #donna beneviento #karl heisenberg #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu

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intrstellarhearts · 2 years

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✰ the dead poets society ice skating headcanons!

a/n: i tried to find the least heartbreaking "dead poets society winter" image, so PLEASE DON'T BE SAD EVERYONE! THEY'RE ALL OK IN THIS HEADCANON SET I PROMISE :)

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the idea came to neil in a dream.

swirling snow had cleared to show a frozen lake... THE lake he often spent his time at when it was nice outside, and he just knew.

he had to get the dead poet's society to go ice skating.

it would be tough; he wasn't completely sure how he would even get ice skates. and yet, neil perry was determined that this was what needed to happen.

it was a whole operation too!

meeks and pitts were the perfect men for the job of securing the ice skates.

the two of them were so in tune with each other that they could get in & get out of the storage closet near the gym.

plus pitts has really long arms (at least in my opinion) so he could reach in and grab the skates if they were in a super tight spot.

they were able to get in, take seven pairs of skates, and run out with no consequences.

mission one accomplished.

then there was the issue of figuring out if the lake was actually frozen or not.

though cameron said it was dangerous numerous times, he was dragged outside anyway to watch what was to unfold.

it was on this particularly frigid day that one charlie dalton put on his swim trunks and goggles underneath his heavy winter coat and ventured out onto the lake to see if it could hold his weight.

knox was supposedly ready to retrieve charlie if he fell, but that little shrimp probably couldn't even lift an apple off the ground.

oops

anyways, cameron was ACTUALLY ready, despite him also being less than ripped.

but hey, it's the thought that counts.

lucky for our favorite boys, charlie didn't fall though the ice that day.

in fact, even when he slipped and fell onto the lake, the thick layer didn't so much as crack.

i think we can all visualize neil perry's woops and smile when he realized his plan was actually going to work.

after dinner that night, when the stars were just beginning to show themselves, a small yet steady bit of snow began to fall from the sky.

welton was so peaceful in the winter.

and that peace was interrupted by seven excitable boys jumping around and throwing snowballs at each other.

choruses of laughter followed by shushing repeated numerous times through the long walk to the lake.

they're all bundled up, hats and gloves illuminating red cheeks & noses.

but there is a sort of spotlight on our hero, todd anderson, who has chosen to wear not one, not two, not three, not four (bear with me here), not five, not six, but SEVEN layers of clothing.

there are two pairs of pants, an undershirt, two long sleeve shirts, a sweatshirt, and a jacket.

neil has to keep his arm around him, for he literally can't see where he's going.

charlie keeps running around behind him and smacking the back of his jacket as hard as he can; and todd can't feel a thing.

at least he's warm!

skating proves to be a bit of a challenge. it's not like an ice rink where you can hold on to the side walls.

they have to hold on to each other.

what's this? ah yes. stephen meeks and gerard pitts are strangely very talented at skating, and have already moved quite far from the others, who are having an... interesting time.

cameron is quite a good skater as well, though he occasionally stops with his hands out, moments from a faceplant.

charlie dalton skates like a penguin walks; unsteadily, yet it somehow works. he attempts to spin, and in a cruel twist from the icy winds, falls and slides a few feet before sticking his gloved hand up in a "thumbs up" gesture.

knox overstreet is trying to be elegant, and yet looks more like he is walking, jerkily trying to navigate the slippery surface.

and here is neil perry, our mastermind of this whole trip, trying to convince todd anderson to step onto the ice.

it's not that todd doesn't want to skate. of COURSE he does. he knows that neil wanted nothing more than to do this, and he wouldn't want to ruin it.

but for some reason, he just can't seem to get up the nerve to skate.

he is ambushed quickly by a fleeting memory of his brother jeffrey, gliding across the ice when they were both much younger. he thinks of how he wanted so badly to be like him.

and so, with neil perry's hand in his, todd anderson's skate makes contact with the ice.

it takes a moment, (it always does), and yet he knows that his friends are by his side, ready to catch him.

he looks over to see neil perry's ecstatic face, that smile brightening the darkness of the night. he then sees it change, neil's mouth is an "o" shape as he fumbles to reach for todd, but neil is too late, and he is falling.

but funnily enough, instead of the yelp he expected, he finds himself laughing.

his body lands on the ice, but his head in the snow. crisis averted.

and as he lifts himself, clinging to neil for support, our hero realizes he's not afraid of falling anymore.

#dead poets society headcanons #dead poets headcanons #dps headcanons #dps #dead poets society #dead poets #richard cameron #todd anderson #neil perry #stephen meeks #a lil anderperry wink wink ofc #charlie dalton #gerard pitts #i love the dps with all my heart #they are silly little winter goofballs

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bunni-writing-desk · 9 months

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I love ur Gerard cg agere headcanons, can you please make some cg headcanons for frank pls :3

Thank you! they weren't agere but I appreciate the love either way (I'm not in the agere community as I'm a sfw non community regressor but I still support people in the agere community)

Frank Iero as a CG

COMPLETELY SFW DO NOT SEXUALIZE.

(can be read as any era Frank and any gender regressor and includes different regression ages)

Much more of an interactive and playful cg, playing games like hide n seek and stuff.

If you have more problems being up and around (disabled, your living space isn't big enough, etc.) he's more than willing to do other things

Loves to play guitar for you, often plays it while singing lullabies

I would imagine he would like the Big Comfy Couch as a show for you (If ur a smaller little) since it has a lot of stuff to help you get up and active

Dance parties are a for sure

loves to spoil you rotten with things, from toys to clothes he'll get you almost anything you ask for

but he likes to take you places more, the zoo, the aquarium, a science museum if you have one around, maybe even a concert if you feel comfortable going to one

definitely not a strict cg (personally I feel very uncomfortable with strict cgs) only has a few rules that basically amount to "make sure to take care of yourself", "remember to ask for help when needed", and "clean up after yourself"

loves to build pillow forts with you and have sleep overs in the living room

he tries his best to teach you how to play guitar if you don'tknow already, especially if you're a toddler/kiddo/pre-teen regressor

gets you your own guitar so you two can play together, can't help but smile widley when he's playing guitar with you, HE'S JUST SO PROUD!!!

if you regress too small for your own guitar he gets you a small toy guitar so you don't feel left out!

making little tunes up about things he's doing to entertain you when your bored. "♪ Makin' some Mac n cheese for my little oneeee ♫"

probably uses TV as a last resort type of entertainment, will only use it on days he's too tired to do something or if you both just want a lazy day

if you're having a bad regression day (triggered by trauma or stress) he'll let you feel your feelings then offer you a distraction to help you feel better

if you have to get your haircut there's a good chance he'll try to cut your hair (don't trust him he's not good at it)

pets and lots of pets, especially dogs of course

loves when you play fetch and other games with the dogs :]

#frank iero x reader #frank iero x you #age regression #age regressor #little reader #little space #age regressor reader #sfw age regression #sfw regression fic #sfw regressor #sfw interaction only #sfw noncom #noncom regressor #age re safe space #sfw regression

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thekidsfromyestergay · 2 years

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Gerard baby I am literally begging you to wear a t-shirt and jeans tonight please just put the autism jacket on and call it a day I can't take much more of this

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samiwife · 8 months

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Hiii! First of all, I really like your Lars work Oh my god Sooooo cute!!! <3

I want something spicy with him more and also Metallica and MCR!

I love both of them so much! Plssss

Yes! Of course! Thank you for the support <3 (This is going to be THREE separate parts, Lars and Kirk from Metallica and Gerard Way from MCR)

A/N: The fanfics coming will be smut. Since there are going to be three fanfics. There will be 3 posts in total. This will be part one. PLEASE BEAR WITH ME <3

T/W: Rough sex, oral sex, pet names, cussing.

Reader discretion is advised! (Read at your own risk)

Rough Music 𓆩♡𓆪 (Lars Ulrich x Reader)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

Lars was always fond of records and CDs. He always collected them and would often take you to his favorite CDs and record shops. Lars' favorite bands were always Black Sabbath, AC/DC, and Led Zepplin. Those were your favorite bands too. That's how you and he always got along. Through the power of music, you and him always jammed out together. So one day, Lars and you went to his favorite record store to pick up his record from AC/DC. You two walked down the street to the record store, Lars held your hand as you walked. "So is this your favorite album from AC/DC?" You asked Lars while staring at him. Lars smiled and held your hand tighter. "Yes! This album is one of the best they released. It has more of a rough and metal sound. I'm so excited to buy it." Lars said while walking faster, you kept up the pace to walk with him. "Lars slow down, I can't keep running. My feet hurt!" You shouted out to him.

Lars looks back and slows down. "Sorry baby, I'm just so excited to get this record," Lars said while holding your hand again. "Haha, I can see you're like a kid in a candy store. It's so cute." You said while walking. Lars blushes and puts his arm around your shoulders as he walks. Eventually, you two reached the record store and walked inside. Lars quickly rushed to the rock record aisle and started shuffling through the record to find the right one he wanted. You stood to the side as he shuffled. He now really looked like a kid in a candy shop. Lars looked so joyful and excited about his favorite bands. Eventually, Lars found what he was looking for. He quickly grabbed it and rushed over to you.

"Look, baby, I found it. It looks so cool." Lars said while holding up the album to show you. You laughed and smiled. You looked at the album cover and nodded. "Cool, Highway to Hell sounds very cool. Let's go to the front and pay. I can pay for you if you want." You said while holding your hand out to hold the album. Lars smiled widely and handed you the album. You walked to the front and handed the clerk the album. The clerk knew you and Lars since you guys went to the record shop so often. "So just this, Y/N? This is for Lars right?" He asked while holding the album up. "Yeah, just this for today Thomas." You said nodding and shuffling through your bag to look for your credit card to pay. Thomas nods and scans the album.

"Okay, that'll be 30 bucks," Thomas said handing you the album. You nod and swipe your card. You then grab the album and walk over to Lars who is standing there staring at Thomas intensely. Lars always gets jealous easily, but he always knows you love him and only him. "Here you go, Lars! Let's go home and listen to this album." You said while holding his hand and kissing him on the cheek. Which made him snap out of the intense stare off to Thomas.

"Lars! Let's go, I want to listen to the album." You said pulling him out of the door. Lars smiled and walked out. "Lars, don't be jealous. Thomas is gay so you're fine. Plus Thomas is gross he picks his nose a lot." You said trying to reassure him. "But, I pick my nose too. Would you still love me?" Lars said with puppy dog eyes, you rolled your eyes and kissed him on the cheek. "You big dummy of course I do, if I didn't then I wouldn't be dating you." You said to him while walking back to the apartment.

Eventually, you two reached the apartment. You took out the keys and unlocked the apartment's door. You and Lars walked in and immediately went to the studio where all the speakers and CD players were. You sat on the couch in the studio and relaxed as Lars walked over to the speaker and CD player to load the album. You sat back and looked at him do his thing. You blushed at your boyfriend being so focused and excited about his music. Lars finally loaded in the record and pressed play. Lars quickly ran to sit next to you. You smiled and blushed. Lars held out his hand to hold yours. You held onto his hand as he wanted.

The first song of the album was "Highway to Hell". You listened in peace as the song ended and another came on. It was like this for an hour, until near the end when "Love Hungry Man" came on. This song sparked your attention. The lyrics made you sit up a little, you looked at Lars who also sat up. You blushed and held his hand tighter. Lars noticed you blush and smirked. Lars originally was laying his back on the couch but since he sat up he was closer. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you to his chest. You blushed harder. As you landed on his chest you placed your hand on his groin unknowingly. You can tell he was hard down there. You blushed even harder. Your face was red like a tomato. Lars now knows you know that he's hard.

"Y/N, could you help me? I have a little problem." Lars whispers in your ear in a low tone. You nod and breathe sharply. Lars' hand was on your butt gently stroking it. You laughed and gently climbed down to where his legs were. You unzipped his pants and quickly revealed his large member. You gulped and gasped at his size. This wasn't your first time doing it with Lars but it's definitely been a while. You chuckled and leaned down to his member. You licked the tip and soon started to swish your tongue around his member. Lars moaned and clenched his fist from the pleasure. Then you started to go further down and began to bob your head up and down on his dick. Lars moaned louder, grabbed a ball of your hair, and groaned.

You moan from the sudden roughness of Lars. You began to bob your head faster, Lars breathed in sharply and then started to huff and puff loudly. "God! Baby your mouth is such a gift," Lars said in a shaky voice. You slip his member from your mouth causing a loud pop from your lips. You moved your hand up and down on his member causing more pleasure for Lars. All you could hear was Lars's heavy breathing and moans. "Princess, I-I'm going to come!" Lars huffed out as you moved your hand faster. "Come for me, pretty boy." You whispered in a low tone. Lars moaned one last time before coming into your hands. It was hot and sticky. You smiled and chuckled.

You still continued to move your hand up and down, causing Lars to arch his back from the already heavy pleasure. "Agh! Y/N!" Lars shouted out. You moved your hand one last time down his member and let go. You climbed on top of Lars and kissed him roughly. Lars kissed back roughly too and put his hands around your waist. Lars pulls away and looks at you. "Baby, you were amazing. Thank you for helping me," Lars said caressing your face. "No problem Lars, your moans were so fucking hot. Kinda turned me." You said in his ears. Lars smirked and moved his hands down to your thighs. "Okay, so why not round 2?" Lars said while rubbing your thighs. You blushed and nodded.

#fanfiction #80s rock #80s music #metallica x reader #metallica fanfiction #metal #heavy metal #metallica #lars ulrich x reader #lars ulrich fanfic #lars ulrich imagines #lars ulrich #lars ulrich smut

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mrsarnasdelicious · 2 months

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Two Plus Two

This is for my GF @femjaskierinreallife

We're sitting in a cozy pub in Edinborough. Vacation with you so far seems like paradise. I could not be happier.

The waitress brings us the nacho's we ordered and you are people watching. I smile at the waitress and lean against you. "What you looking at?" I cooe. "That guy at the bar looks like Gerard Butler." You whisper. I try to be subtle about looking over at the guy at the bar, clad in a shirt of some band or the other and a fucking kilt.

He's looking our way, though and his eyes meet mine. I quickly look away, but do not miss him nudging the man beside him. "Omg, he is pointing us out." You squeak in my ear. "Oh and his friend is hot." I look again. And Gods, you are right. His friend is fucking glorious. "One for thee and one for me." I whisper.

My gaze meet the hot friend's and he grins lopsidedly. I flush darkly. You giggle in my ear. "Should we?" You ask. "I mean .. if they game." I whisper. I can't help but giggle wildly along with you. My heart is racing about a million miles per hour.

My hand finds your thigh and I give you a squeeze.

"I can lure them in." You whisper. "You make it sound like they are animals." I titter. "Well, maybe they will be." You lean in, pecking my neck. I notice that while you do this, you keep eye contact with the man that looks so awfully much like Gerry Butler. I can't help a little moan.

The man's friend looks at us, too.

"We got their attention." You murmur, nipping my ear. A genuine moan passes from my lips. Both men look at me now. My fluster darkens again. They come over and take two chairs from the neighbouring table. The Gerry Butler lookalike sits his wrong side front. His friend, taller, more imposing, keeps a bit off to the side.

"Are the lovely ladies vacationing here, or new in town." The Scotsman asks. His voice sounds suspiciously much like Gerard Butler indeed. I can feel you grin against my neck. "We are on holiday." I affirm. "My friend is too." The Scot gestures to his friend.

Is two plus two four, here?

"I am Tessa and this is my girlfriend Tonya." I cooe. "Nice to meet you, lasses. I am Gerard and this is my friend Pablo." The Scotsman smirks.

So two plus two is four.

You begin to giggle again and I feel my ears heat up. "So nice to meet you, gentlemen." I try to sound demure. I probably miss the mark, but both Gerard and Pablo grin at me. You cuddle in as close as you can get, inching Gerard up. He meets you eye and his tongue flicks out to wet his bottom lip.

"Can I get yous something to drink." He rumbles. "Oh yes please." You affirm. "That would be nice." I agree. "What would you like?" Pablo looks me in the eye as he asks it. "He liiiikes you." You singsong ever so softly in my ear. "I'd like a cider please and my girlfriend takes a tequilla." I reply. Pablo nods and gets up, sauntering to the bar. I can't help but gaze at his ass. He has a great ass.

"He likes you."Gerard echoes your words.

I decide carefully on my next words. I don't want to give the gentlemen the impression we aren't open to them. You have made it evident we are more than friends, after all. And so have I..

"I am very flattered, I like him too." I say gently. "That is always nice to hear." Pablo comes back to our small table, placing down your tequilla and my cider. His eyes linger on both of us. The he gives Gerard a lil smack on the shoulder and goes back to bar to retrieve two glasses of whiskey.

"Where you lasses from?" Gerard asks. "I'm Dutch and Tonya is from America." I reply. "Met online, been smitten with her for years." You supply. "So, long distance?" Gerard furrows his brows. Pablo places one glass of whiskey in front of Gerard and sits down again. "For now, yes." I answer, barely able to tear my eyes away from Pablo. He smiles brightly at me.

"So, who moves where?" Pablo asks. "Tonya will move to The Netherlands." I purr. "Oh, big plan?" Gerard grins. "Nothing solid yet, but I'm definitely gona marry her." You reply. "Lucky girl." Gerard winks at you. "Who, me, or her?" You tease. Gerard laughs heartily. "Both." Pablo supplies.

You down your tequila and I sip my cider. The men both sip their whiskey and we exchange pleasantries. We talk about basic things and gentle nothings. We are all avoiding the genuine subject we want to talk about.

It is Gerard who broaches it first. "So, your hotel nearby?" He asks. "Wana come?" You cooe. "Getting straight to the point, I like it." Gerard smirks. "Straight, us... oh please." You titter. I can help a manic giggle. "We should finish our drinks first." I say. "I already did." You giggle as well. I snortle and roll my eyes. I know what tequilla does to you.

I sip my cider and you snuggle into me with a loud giggle. You're obviously becoming horny, rather swiftly. I am not complaining. I feel both men watch us with rapt attention. Your lips venture along my neck and I grit my teeth in order not to moan too eagerly. You giggle louder and nip at my skin. I gasp in pleasure. I can feel you smirk. I put my hand on your thigh, sliding upwards. You squirm against me. It would seem we are putting up a show. We are letting these men know what we are made of. What is in store for them.

Gerard leans forward on the backrest of his seat. He smirks widely. "Go on, kiss her." He encourages you. "I could also kiss you." You tease him. Gerard grins widely at you. "No no, ladies first." He murmurs. "Save us for in the hotelroom, yeah." He sips his whiskey. "Fine be my." I cooe. Pablo nods his ascend as well.

I cup your cheek and draw you in for a kiss. You grin against my lips. I taste tequilla on your tongue and squeeze your thigh.

Pablo and Gerard finish their whiskey and I have to gulp down my cider, because I don't want to dilly-dally too long. Gerard rises to pay the tab, which we are of course not protesting.

And not much later we are on our way to our hotelroom.

We're taking up the entire cobbled road, but there is no traffic. I'm holding your hand, but converse with Pablo. You talk with Gerard. I'm trying to keep an ear on your convo, but I just can't. I am so absorbed by Pablo. Everything about him hits just right. And he smiles so warmly down on me. He puts his hand on the small of my back, his body heat seeping into my shirt.

It is only a little while till we arrive at our hotel. I pull my keycard from the case of my phone and use it to open the automatic front door. Both gentlemen crowd us into the elevator and you hit the button for our floor.

The elevator is small and we are all pressed together quite close. You can feel Gerard has an erection, even through the denim of his denim shorts. His breath fans over your face. We are still holding hands. I'm leaning my forehead against Pablo's chest, inhaling his scent. He wraps my long ginger braid around his hand. My breath hitches a little. Pablo chuckles and gives a slow gentle tug. I can't help a moan. You and Pablo swear simultaneously.

The elevator dings and Gerard and Pablo exit, walking backwards. We eagerly follow. We shove playfully past them and lead them to our hotel room.

I unlock the door, forfeiting your hand and gesturing you through first. Gerard follows immediately after, giving you a firm slap on the arse. Pablo walks past me, giving me a lustful look. I smirk up at him.

You are already on the bed when I close the door and toe out of my shoes. Pablo kicks off his shoes as well. Gerard stands by the edge of the bed, as though he is waiting for his cue. "Take off your shoes." I make it a very clear order. You shudder in anticipation. Gerard looks over his shoulder and furrows his brow at me. "Oh she is sooo in charge." You titter. "Oh is she now." Gerard toes out of his shoes and joins you on the bed.

"You're the smallest one here." Pablo puts his hands on my shoulders, standing behind me. His warm and scent surround me. I heave a happy little sigh. "Yes I know, I am short, and bossy." I cooe. "But you are so good." You add lustily. "Why thank you baby." I purr.

Pablo squeezes my shoulders and I lean back into him.

"What are you waiting for?" I ask Gerard. He raises his brow at me. "Do what you want." I make it another order. Gerard chuckles huskily. "I think we got our work cut out for us." he tells Pablo. "I can handle some work." Pablo replies. Gerard climbs into bed with you. You open your arms for him. "Eager, are you?" He growls, his accent deepening a little. "Oh you havee no idea." I cooe.

"Can he please kiss me now." You pout. "I don't know, can he?" I smirk. "Please, Mommah, please." You whine. "Mommah?" Both men chorus. "I hear an echoe." I chuckle. "Go on, kiss her." I firmly order Gerard. "Just don't make me call you mommah, too." Gerard chuckles, before climbing on top of you. "I wouldn't dare." I lean back against Pablo.

You put your arms around Gerard's neck and tease the hair in his nape. Gerard groans and leans his forehead against yours. You whine softly and arch into him. "Needy little kitten." I remark. "Very needy." Gerard agrees. He closes the distance then, finally putting you out of your misery. You whimper against his lips. You feel his strength, surrounded with his warmth and his scent. Gerard is very eager, licking at the seam of your lips. You open up for him, meeting his tongue eagerly with your own. He tastes like whiskey and churros. You moan softly.

"You want to watch?" Pablo asks me.

I turn slowly to him. "I'd rather get some myself." I purr, cupping his cheek. Pablo chuckles huskily and cups my cheek. "Then get some." He rumbles. I stand on my very tippy toes. Pablo closes his eyes. I close the last distance, pressing my lips against his. He heaves a soft sigh and presses down against me. I moan sweetly into his mouth.

He begins backing me up to the bed. I let him.

I lay down beside you. Pablo is on me again, at once. I run one hand into his dark hair and search out yours with my other. You squeeze my hand. I moan excitement coarsing through my veins with the fact we are going to experience this together.

Gerard presses himself down on you. You buck your pelvis up at him. He groans and begins to grind. You make a soft whining sound and his tongue caresses yours. His hand slowly starts at your clothes, tugging and fiddling. You are not working with him, not yet. That would ruin all the tension and half the fun. And you don't want to get ahead of me by too much. You know I do warm up quick, but reach the finish line much slower.

Pablo nudges my legs open with his knee and nests between my thighs. I moan lewdly, the noise making you yet wetter. Pablo groans back at me, grinding down. "Let's get em undressed." Gerard growls. You giggle. "Yeah, we are all easy access and they are too hard to get to." You agree. "I was actually refering to you and your girl." Gerard tells you huskily. "Well, Tessa first, then." You cooe.

You're in naught but a tight dress and panties, where as I am wearing booty shorts, boxers, calvins and a tank. I am most certainly wearing more.

"I am not in a hurry." I murmur, kissing along Pablo's jaw. "But you defo need longer to heat up." You pout. I reach out and pull you into a slow, lewd kiss. "This is not a race. Enjoy this man, enjoy me." I purr. "Yes mommy." You cooe. "Good kitten." I purr. We kiss once more and I hear both men suck in their breath.

You feel Gerard's hand slowly creep up your thigh. You giggle and close your thighs on his hand. Gerard gruns, groping you lewdly, though he does not yet press his ascend. Pablo rucks up my shirt, pulling it up over my calvins. "Lookie there." He growls. "You like?" I cooe, barely breaking the kiss. "Fuck yeah." Pablo growls, yank down my bralette, my breasts popping free. He groans and lewdly gropes at my chest. His hands are vast and strong and I feel deliciously tiny.

You break away from the kiss to happily watch Pablo grope me. "Her nipples are very sensitive." You tell him playfully. Pablo casts his eyes to you. "Are yours?" He asks. You shake your head. "Shame." Gerard murmurs. But he pulls your dress up till your collarbones either way. You gasp in faux indignation. "You have great tits, baby." I cooe, pulling you into another kiss. "Gona cover them in hickies anyway." Gerard leans in.

The Scotsman's lips connect to the skin between your breasts. He sucks and then nips. His beard scratches at your skin. You press yourself against him, breath growing deeper. "Feels good, doesn't it." I purr. "Y-yeah.. Yes it does." You mewl. "Good, that is good to hear." I cooe, stroking your cheek.

Pablo leans down to seal his lips over my nipples. I moan eagerly. "Sounds good, huh?" You taunt Pablo. "Fuck she does." Pablo growls against my breast. He nips my tender flesh and his hand sinks to my shorts. I will most certainly not manage to stay clothes for long now. And I know neither will you.

Because Gerard's pulls your dress up over your head, tossing it away. "Hmm, pretty soft skin." He growls, leaning in again to nip along your neck. You whine softly and squirm below him. You can feel your insides begin to throb. You wriggle, so his thigh is between your legs, pressed up against your panties. "Tell him what you want." I order. You whine softly in reply.

I stroke your cheek. "I know it is hard, but you will be rewarded." I cooe. "But mommaaah." You whimper. Gerard grabs you by the face, making you look up at him. "Tell me." He orders. You squirm against his thigh. He tenses his muscle and leans a bit into it. Softly you mewl, rocking your pelvis against him. "That what you need?" He growls. "Y-ye-yes." You stammer. "Good kitten." I purr. Gerard begins to grind his thigh against your clothed cunt. You let out a soft gasp and roll your pelvis expertly. "Good kitten." Gerard growls. The sound of his voice shakes you to your core. "M-more." You stammer. "No, not yet, let your girl catch up." Gerard smirks, shaking his head.

"Imma take my sweet damn time now." Pablo chuckles, sucking a hicky on my breast. I moan, raking my nails over his scalp. "Fuck, I love how loud you are." He grunts. His lips close on my other nipple and I mewl, pressing his face against my tender flesh. He groans eagerly. "I love your noises, too." I cooe. Pablo grins and gives my nipple a firm nip. I squeal lewdley.

My sounds and Gerard's thigh are pushing you rapidly to the edge. "S-so close." You whisper. "What more do you need?" Gerard asks. You meekly shake your head. "Ju-just more.." You whine. "More of the same?" Gerard raises his eyebrows. "More of the same." I affirm. So Gerard grinds himself more firmly against you. You feel his cock through the cloth of his kilt. You squirm, eager to feel him inside you.

You trail your hands down his broad back, to his kilt. You flip the tartan cloth up, to discover your fingers slide across naked skin. This pushes you impossibly closer to the edge. "Ah-almost." You gasp. Your inner walls are already tightening on nothing. You whine at how empty you feel.

"She is so ready to cum." I encourage Gerard. He yanks down your panties, pushing his bare thigh against your naked cunt. A few more grinds does the trick very well and you shudder and spasm as you cum. "Isn't that good. Such a good kitten." I murmur, stroking your hair and your face. "I want to cum again." You whisper. "I'm sure Gerard will open up, before he gives you his cock." I purr. "Of course I will." Gerard agrees.

He fully pulls off your dress and panties and backs up a little to gaze down on you. "Oh, I do like what I see." He grows, in a deeper accent than afore. "Thank you sir." You mewl. "You're good girl. ain't ya." Gerard chuckles. "Today I am." You agree. "Just today?" Gerard furrows his brow. You giggle and draw down his kilt. "Just for you." You tease.

Gerard shirks his kilt and begins at his shirt. You tense a little in anticipation.

"Waaaay ahead of us." Pablo jokes.

"We'll put on a show once they are done." I tease. "No need to play catch up, huh?" Pablo rumbles. "Take your time on me." I encourage him. He groans, nuzzling his face between my breasts. "Gladly." He growls. His huge hand trails to my hip. He hooks his fingers into my shorts, making the button pop on own accord. "Eager, huh?" He growls. "For you, of course." I reply. He pulls down my shorts and my boxers. "Fuuuck." He groans, his eyes casting down to my cunt.

"Glistening already." He taunt.

"She's like, always wet." You inform him. Pablo bites his lip and pulls my folds apart with one big thumb. "Pretty pink pussy." He growls. "Now what was that about catching up?" Gerard chuckles. "Not gona work either way." You reply. "No?" Pablo frowns at me. I shake my head. "I take a good while to get there." I say softly, hoping it doesn't disappoint Pablo. "I'll put my full focus on it, then." He rumbles, putting all my worries to rest.

He kisses down my belly. I moan softly, seeking out your hand. You twine your fingers with mine. We squeeze each other's hands.

Gerard runs his thumb from the top of your folds to halfway down, pushing on. Slowly he pushes in. "Fek you are tight." He pushes on, his thumb into you as far as he can manage. You rock your pelvis into his touch. "Good kitten." Gerard growls. I squeeze your hand. I let you know I am with you all the way, no matter who you choose to focus on most. No matter who I choose to focus on most. We do this together, we enjoy this together. No matter who cums when, or with whom.

Gerard pulls his thumb from you, replacing it with his middlefinger. The digit is thick and dexterous. He fucks you slowly with it, making that come hither movement. It does not take you long to cum again, squirming and squeezing my hand. "So pretty when you cum." I whisper, pulling you into a kiss.

I moan against your lips when I feel Pablo part my folds with his tongue. He swiftly finds my clit, sucking down on it. Wetness gushes thickly from my core. Pablo groans and licks it up. "Taste so fucking good." He groans, before he fucks me on his tongue. I let my tongue slip into your mouth in my turn, moaning loudly.

"Three times already." Gerard growls as the noises I make get you to cum again. "You better be glad I am not keeping score." He taunts Pablo, slowly working a second finger into you. You moan softly, too. Our tongues rub softly together and you reach your free hand out to my breast. I run my free hand into your hair.

"Fucking look at them, man." Gerard grunts. Pablo chuckles against my folds, sucking leisurely at my clit. You pinch my nipple and I feel my inner muscles clench on nothing. I break the kiss. "Put a finger in me." I order. Pablo obliges right away. "It is so sexy when you give orders." You purr, dipping your head down to suck on one of my nipples. I moan and firmly tug your hair. The trinity of stimuli is absolutely doing the trick for me. "That's the ticket!" I moan loudly.

My inner muscles contract on Pablo's fingers over and over again and I cum, hard. "Fuck yeah." Pablo groans.

"Now let's fuck em." Gerard says, pulling his fingers from you. You whine at the loss. Pablo nods, forfeiting my cunt as well.

They both position their cocks against our cores. "You ready for him, baby?" I cooe. "Oh yes please." You purr. "Fuck her, champ." I instruct Gerard. He of course wasted no time. And neither does Pablo, he pushes in with a deep, sated groan. "Fuck, so tight." Gerard growls. Pablo nods in agreement. "And so fucking wet." He grunts.

They fuck us, both in brutal grueling paces. I moan almost continuously and you kiss me to taste the utter lewdity of it. Pablo and Gerard groan and grunt, creating a wicked cacophony. You cum again, clinging to Gerard's cock. "Holy fek." Gerard groans. It is his undoing and he empties himself inside you.

Pablo does not seem done yet and I am no way about to cum again. But you know of course just the trick. Your hand slowly slithers down my belly, between Pablo's body and my own, to rub at my clit. I cry out, loudly. I smirk and lean in to suck on my nipple as well. I am utterly unable to control the noises I make, squealing and gasping as I am pushed into the second apex of my pleasure. "Holy shit." Pablo groans, hilting himself and spending his seed at the mouth of my womb.

Panting, we all lay beside each other. Some seed dribbled from both our pussies. You grin a sated grin at me. "Round two?" I tease, pulling you in for a kiss. Both men laugh loudly.

#belated val's day gift #smut under the cut #I love my GF

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midnightactual · 11 months

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So I'm sent this video and I'm watching it and I'm thinking, there's two reasons Yoruichi doesn't get enough cred in the Bleach fandom: A. she's not allowed to win cleanly or flashily, B. her feats are often too cerebral for the average reader to understand because they require at least 5 seconds of thought to fully get. Allow me to illustrate using SS arc:

Girl effortlessly sneaks up on Byakuya (and Jūshirō, Sentarō, Kiyone, Ichigo, Rukia, and Hanatarō) totally undetected and restrains his zanpakutō, and could've wiped him out in an instant with Shunkō

Girl effortlessly KO's Ichigo

Girl styles on Byakuya by completely outperforming him while carrying Ichigo's unconscious ass when by her own admission she's hella outta shape

Girl effortlessly rotates Ichigo while she is hella outta shape

Girl effortlessly sustains Ichigo's Bankai training for 3 days by materializing Zangetsu, only barely breaking a sweat while she is hella outta shape

Girl effortlessly sneaks up on Soifon totally undetected

Girl generally keeps up with Soifon, who is supposedly in peak condition, barely really losing ground while she is hella outta shape

Girl styles on Soifon by revealing Shunkō and saying she can't control it well while making a show that she can curve it around a defenseless Soifon, earning an instant morale-crushing victory

Girl effortlessly sneaks up on Aizen totally undetected and restrains his zanpakutō

This is all very impressive when I lay it out for you because it means Yoruichi could more or less effortlessly clown both Soifon and Byakuya if she wanted to, while dramatically weaker and not having trained her abilities much. Yet for some reason most people take away that "Yoruichi is equal to Soifon"? What? Are you high? Can you not read? Let's keep going more briskly:

TBTP: Girl casually figures out Kisuke and Aizen's plans, thwarting the latter and setting the scene for the whole series thereafter

TBTP: Girl effortlessly carries all the Vizard at once without being detected, intercepted, or tracked; no alarm was raised prior to her hitting up Central 46

TBTP: Girl effortlessly breaks into Central 46 and leaves with Tessai and Kisuke so fast that not only are they not intercepted or tracked, but those two don't even have time to react

TBTP: Girl effortlessly leaves Soul Society on her own without issue after raising all the alarms ever

Interim: Girl effortlessly returns to Soul Society as many times as she pleases without ever being noticed

Arrancar: Girl casually brutalizes Yammy in base form without Shunkō; with it she could've killed him effortlessly. Probably even if he was in Espada 0 form, especially if it was Yoruichi after training by the time that fight actually happened versus Byakuya and Kenpachi—because yes, she absolutely was stronger than Byakuya as the above with SS arc lays out, and probably stronger than a Kenpachi without Shikai or Bankai (who lest we forget drew with Shikai Ichigo with Blut Arterie)

Fake Karakura Town: Girl effortlessly sneaks up on Aizen totally undetected, gets him to stammer

Fake Karakura Town: Girl casually brutalizes Aizen to the extent she forces an evolutionary powerup, then still casually cracks his Second Form Fusion with partial Shunkō

TYBW: Girl casually gets Yhwach to stay put and ultimately direct his minions to intervene, with just gadgets

TYBW: Girl casually tears off her own arm just like Kenpachi

TYBW: Girl effortlessly sneaks up on Askin totally undetected

TYBW: Girl casually outspeeds Askin (she catches and throws his arrow back at him faster than he shot it with a bow, think about that) and actually straight-up kills him only for his OP ability (supremely bolstered by Soul King-augmented The Almighty and the fact there are only 4 Quincy left whom Yhwach is sharing powers with: Jugram, Uryū, Gerard, and Askin) to get him up and for his Vollständig poison to finally overwhelm her

TYBW: Girl casually survives long exposure to literally everything being toxic

Lemme get this right: Yoruichi tangles with and beats or proves she could beat several of the people Ichigo struggled with (Byakuya, Yammy, Askin) and when she doesn't or it's undercut it's due to some transcendent bullshit or due to conventions of the genre or demands of the plot to show off how strong this bad guy is (Yammy, Aizen Askin).

Like, don't fuck with me: she doesn't use Shunkō on Yammy so the Arrancar/Espada can be built up more; she gets KO'd by Aizen so he gets puffed up for the final fight; and she doesn't just do what Grimmjow does later and tear Askin's heart out because it's a battle manga and we gotta see her abilities and Kisuke's so she's just gotta lose so he can flex (and Grimmjow gets a badass moment). I have to rationalize those choices IC, but they happened for OOC reasons.

Any objective reading of these things would tell you Yoruichi is one BAMF, yet nobody in fandom treats her as a BFD, just as T&A to ogle. Why? Because they either can't read or can't think. I'm done sugar-coating it: if you don't see it, something is wrong with you, because it's there.

She's a goddamn B-2 stealth bomber: if she wanted to nuke your ass, you'd be glass before you knew she was even there. The number of characters left she can't first strike is like maybe two or three people at best if you wanna be as generous as possible in rating their awareness and relative vulnerability, and it's worth noting that literally no one ever detects her (except Kūkaku). And I guess Zero Division with their save-stating, but they work for the Great Noble Clans anyway.

She's a baddie. You best respect.

#Out Of Character #Bleach #Yoruichi Shihouin #Meta #Long Post #[ if you think after seeing ]#[ Yoruichi seal Byakuya and Aizen's zans ]#[ that she wouldn't just ]#[ seal steal or snap somebody's ]#[ in a straight-up fight ]#[ then you are a fool ]

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partypoisonzz · 2 years

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i'm dressing up like a cat (gerard way x reader smut)

Kinktober Day 15: Pet Play/Pegging

Era: Current (2022)

Reader Pronouns: She/her

Content:

- Kitty Gerard

- Pegging

- Mirror sex

- Degradation/praise

- Rough oral sex

Word Count: 2,736

Disclaimer: This explicit story was written by an adult for consumption by other adults only. If you are under 18, please do not read or interact in any way.

"Here, kitty, kitty."

Much to your delight, the sound of a jingling bell meets your ears as soon as the words leave your lips. Moments later, you feel something brush against your calf, followed by a low purr.

You smile as Gerard rests his head against your thigh, looking up at you with wide, expectant hazel eyes. You are more than pleased to see that the only things remotely close to a scrap of clothing that he's wearing are his cat ears and collar.

"There's my pretty kitty," you greet him, combing your fingers through his hair affectionately. He rubs his cheek against your leg, eyes falling closed as he revels in your attention.

Your hand wanders from his hair, curling under his chin. You hold his head in place, forcing him to look at you. Your thumb brushes idly against his cheek. "You're going to be a good pet for me, right?" you ask. "Gonna do what your mistress says?"

He nods quickly. "Yes, mistress."

"Good." You pat your lap. "Get up here, then."

With a quiet hum, he climbs onto the bed and stretches out over your lap.

You smile. "Good boy," you coo, gently caressing his back.

Your heart flutters as he fucking purrs, leaning into your touch as your fingers card through his hair before travelling back down.

This whole pet play thing is sort of new to you, but the adjustment hasn't been as strange as you initially expected.

Maybe it's the manner in which Gerard so obviously revels in your attention, like a... Well. Like an affectionate kitten.

Or maybe it's the fact that he just looks so pretty with a pink collar around his neck, a tag with your name on it attached next to the bell. Though you laughed at the if found, please return to... message when you had it made, there's something about feeling like you own him that causes heat to pool in the pit of your stomach. He's yours. All yours.

Hell, it almost sounds natural whenever he purrs or mewls or hisses. The nicknames of pet and pretty kitty fall from your lips now almost as easily as baby and sweetheart do.

Something about all of it is just... right, somehow.

You would be happy to just stay like this all day, with him purring in your lap, if he would let you. You know full well, however, that that isn't the intention this time.

A quiet whimper reaches your ears, followed by the feeling of Gerard rolling his hips against your thigh, just slightly.

However imperceptible he may have thought the movement was, you notice. Your hand stills on the small of his back as you click your tongue at him.

"Feeling needy, are we, kitty?" you ask.

He takes in a shaking breath. "Yes, mistress."

You chuckle, resuming your gentle ministrations against his skin. "Poor little thing," you fuss over him. "So desperate and can't even ask for what he wants. What should we do about that, hmm?"

Though it was definitely a question, Gerard knows better than to answer with words. He just lets out another quiet whine, pressing his burning face against the duvet.

You scratch your nails lightly over his skin as you continue to pet him, — not hard enough to sting, but certainly hard enough for him to notice.

"Does my pretty kitty want to take his mistress's strap?" Your voice is soft, sweet. Deceptive, considering the fact that you're going to fucking destroy him before the night's over. "Tell me, pet."

He swallows hard. "Yes, mistress," he mutters.

"That's what I thought." Your hand travels lower and lower before falling away. Without warning, you give the back of his thigh a teasing slap. He stiffens against you, letting out a sharp yelp.

You don't allow his shrill little noise to faze you. You'll be hearing plenty more of those right here in a second. "Up," you command him.

With a trembling nod, he crawls off to the side, allowing you to stand up.

You take your sweet time rifling through the drawers of your nightstand before coming back up with the strap-on and lube. You walk back over to the bed, raising your eyebrows when you note Gerard's anxious expression.

"What're we so nervous for, kitten?" you press. "You act like you've never been fucked before." You crook your finger at him, beckoning him over. "C'mere."

Still carrying an odd air of apprehension, he returns to his prior spot, bent over your lap.

You reach for the bottle of lube, chuckling quietly to yourself as you coat one of your fingers. "Relax, sweet thing," you tell him. "You know that your mistress will take good care of you. I'll go as slow as you'd like. I've always done that before, right?"

He gives a jerky nod. "Mmm-hmm."

"There we go. You're okay, see?" You run your other hand through his hair as your finger presses against his entrance. "You ready, sweetheart?"

"Y-yeah." You note how his fingers are already digging into the sheets. "Do it."

Slowly, you continue to press your finger in, — only to effortlessly slide all the way up to the knuckle.

"Huh." You crook your finger slightly, embracing the debauched moan that instantly breaks up from Gerard's throat in response.

"So *easy* tonight, kitten," you remark, setting a slow rhythm with your finger. "Too easy, even. You're already ready for another." You pull your finger out, letting out a chuckle laced with malice. "Hell, baby... Don't think I even need to use any more lube."

You add another finger, making sure to press against the places that you know make him moan and squirm.

The quick pace that you set would be way too fast if he hadn't already been thoroughly prepped. The thing is, though, that he almost certainly has. You just had very little part in it.

"Have something to tell me?" you press as you curl your fingers up into him, inspiring a desperate cry.

"Fuck... Yes," he pants.

"Mmm." You hold your fingers in that exact place, unmoving. "And what, out of curiosity, would that be?"

He lets out a shuddering breath before making his confession. "I, ah... I got myself ready for you, mistress."

You chuckle. "Well, you certainly did a good job," you remark. "Problem is, I didn't ask you to."

Before he can even process what's happening, you pull your fingers out of him, punctuating the shock of the loss with a sharp slap against his ass.

He gasps. His hips buck involuntarily against you, which only earns him another slap.

"Dumb little cat," you spit at him. "You forgot your place, didn't you?"

"I-I'm s-sorry, mistress," he stammers. "I was trying to be good... Really..."

You ignore his groveling, snapping your fingers before pointing towards the floor. "Kneel," you order.

He looks over at you, eyes wide and pitiful. "I..."

"Kneel," you repeat.

With a quiet whimper, he obliges you.

Just like that, your anger begins to dissipate. "There we go." You smile down at him. A slight thrill shoots through you when he flinches as you pull his chin into your hand.

"You've gotta remember, baby," you chide him. "Bad kitties aren't allowed on the furniture." You reach down to ruffle his hair, — a gentle, soothing touch before you continue to order him around.

As soon as you pull your hand away, you point towards the other end of the room. "Why don't you crawl over there?"

He gives you a questioning look. "To the mirror?"

"Uh-huh." You giggle, giving him a slight swat. "Go on, cat. Shoo."

You don't see the way that his face goes bright red at your condescension before he begins to crawl across the carpet, finally stopping in front of the mirror.

Once he comes to a stop, you stand up and approach him, carrying over the strap-on and harness.

You notice how his eyes freeze on the mirror as you begin to shed your clothes, starting with your pants. His eyes travel away from the reflective glass and back up to you as you begin to toy with the bottom of your shirt, itching to see the real thing.

Of course, you aren't going to let that happen. "Uh-uh. Mirror only." You wait until his eyes return to the reflection before you finally pull the article over your head and toss it to the floor.

You chuckle as your bra follows suit. "There they are, baby," you tease him, reaching up to give yourself a quick squeeze. "Those tits you love so much." Your self-assured smile melts into an exaggerated pout as you look down at him. "It's unfortunate that bad kitties aren't allowed to touch, isn't it?"

He groans. "You're fucking evil..."

"And you're fucking dumb for talking to me that way." Your fingers tangle in his hair, yanking almost too hard for it to even be pleasurable. Almost.

"What is it gonna take to make you know your place, pet?" you ask him. "You're here to serve me. You don't get to make the decisions." You give his hair another sharp tug. "What has to happen for you to learn, huh?"

You almost think you're imagining it when you hear it. But *no.*

He just fucking hissed at you.

You decide to pretend that the white hot rush coursing through your veins is rage.

"Stupid fucking cat!" you shout. He cries out as your hand comes down on his ass again... and again... and again...

"P-please, mistress..." he moans between strikes. "I'm sorry."

"Shut your fucking mouth," you tell him. "Better yet, let me do it, since you're evidently too dumb to know what's good for you."

With one quick swipe, you discard your panties and reach for the strap-on. You adjust the harness in what has to be record time, before reaching down to tug at his hair again. "Turn around."

He obliges, eyes going wide as you push your hand against the back of his neck.

"Suck," you order.

Between your hands and your voice, something drives him to finally comply.

You toss your head back as your fingers relax in his hair, becoming loving rather than cruel once again. "Good pet," you murmur. "Finally doing what you're fucking good for..."

He makes a muffled sound that you assume was meant to be an affirmation. You relish the obscene slurping sounds for a while before rolling your hips forward just slightly.

The first choked sound as you hit the back of his throat is delicious. It's enough to spur you on, repeating your actions. Soon enough, all you can hear are those obscene, strangled noises, intercut with desperate gasps.

"Is this what it takes for you to be good, kitten?" you ask between thrusts. "You need to have your slutty little throat fucked in order to lose that attitude?"

More muffled sounds between uneven breaths.

"Somebody needs to tell you not to talk with your fucking mouth full," you sneer.

He reaches up, tapping his finger against your thigh. Instantly, you pull back, allowing him to draw in a sharp breath.

He shakes his head. "N-no," he manages. "No. I..." He swallows audibly before continuing, looking up at you with tear-glistening eyes.

"It's alright, kitten." You rub soothing circles against the top of his back, allowing him to rest his head against your leg as he catches his breath. "You want to stop?"

"Need you to fuck me, mistress," he manages. "Can you?"

You laugh. "I sure can, baby." You stroke his face affectionately before pulling back. "Especially now that you've gotten me so nice and wet."

In more ways than one, you mentally add, noting the unmistakable throb between your thighs.

That can be taken care of later, of course. For now, you've got different priorities.

"Face the mirror again," you instruct him. "Hands and knees."

He does as he's asked without argument this time.

"That's my good boy." You line the strap up with his entrance before slowly sinking in.

Gerard lets out a shuddering moan, hands and knees digging hard into the carpet until finally bottom out.

"Taking me so well, kitty." You lean down, pressing a quick kiss against the top of his head before pulling back. "I'm gonna move, okay?"

"Please," he gasps. "Please, mistress. Need..."

"Shh." You pull back before pushing back into him, harder this time. "No need to beg, baby. I'm right here."

Slowly but surely, your thrusts pick up momentum.

Gerard's sounds continue to rise in volume all the while, pitiful whimpers turning into wanton moans.

Fuck, he's beautiful like this. Your only complaint is that his eyes remain fixed on the floor nearly the entire time, neglecting the mirror that is right in front of him.

That simply won't do, you decide.

Your hand cups his chin again, forcing him upwards. "Look."

As soon as those hazel doe eyes settle on his reflection, he lets out a broken moan.

The way that he looks right now goes far beyond pretty. He's otherworldly, cheeks rosy and streaked with the faint remainder of tear stains, mouth hanging open as a series of nonsensical noises break up from his throat with your every thrust. The headband that holds on his cat ears has come loose and is threatening to fall off, loose strands of silver-streaked brown hair fanning out around his face, and...

Shit. That fucking pink collar.

"See how pretty you are?" you ask quietly, planting a kiss against his bare shoulder before your hand climbs around to the front of his body. "Keep looking at yourself while I fuck you, baby. Want you to see how beautiful you look when you come."

With those words, your fingers suddenly hook beneath the leather of the collar. He gasps as you yank at it, constricting his air flow just slightly as you drive into him harder.

"You're mine, kitty," you tell him between fast-paced thrusts and tugs of the collar. "All... Fucking... Mine..."

He just continues to make debauched, incomprehensible noises in response. In his current state, you're not sure that he can do much else.

You look down in the mirror, grinning wickedly as you take note of his cock, pressed against his stomach and leaking.

"You're close, aren't you?" you ask.

He nods frantically, giving a high-pitched whine.

You reach the hand that isn't currently tugging atnhis collar around, taking him into your hand.

"That's it," you encourage him, matching the speed of your strokes to the rhythm of your thrusts. "Come for me, kitty. You've been so... fucking... good for me..."

Soon, his breathing is reduced to a series of sharp, uneven gasps. With one loud, final cry, he comes all over your hand, his stomach, the mirror.

You milk him through it until he has nothing left to give, squirming against your touch. "Mistress... Can't take any more..."

You lean down to press a kiss against the side of his face before pulling out of him. He makes a quiet sound before his knees start to give out underneath him.

"Nope." You loop an arm around his waist, pulling him until he's upright.

He leans back against you, still panting. "Holy shit..."

You chuckle, holding your come-streaked hand in front of his face. "Think you have it in you to clean up a bit of your mess, baby?"

He doesn't hesitate before allowing you to plunge your fingers into his mouth. He licks them clean in what seems like no time at all, hot tongue swirling over your skin.

You groan as you pull them back out. "Fuck, pretty boy. You must be trying to kill me."

He laughs weakly. "Think I could say the same thing for you."

"No, my dear. That chapter is done." You nuzzle your face against his neck before pulling back, threading your fingers through his.

"Come on," you urge. "Let's go get cleaned up. I'll worry about the mirror later."

He hums an agreement before tacking on an afterthought. "Want me to eat you out in the shower?"

You give an incredulous chuckle. "Ready for another round already?" you ask. "I thought I was trying to kill you?"

He manages to turn around, wrapping his arms around your waist before pressing a kiss against your lips. "Baby," he mutters as he pulls away. "I'd drown in you if I could."

Your heart soars. "We'll see about that."

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maverick-werewolf · 7 months

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You keep coming up in searches, specifically your Werebear Part #2 post.

A few days ago I found a reference to eastern European shapeshifters that would put on a bear skin, sometimes just a belt, and turn into a bear.

But I can't find it now.

Volkolak was in the list but looking it up only gets me werwolf, or werewolf like, creatures. There were also other words for bear-men and the like but that's the only one I could stumble across when relooking.

I've tried searching up werebear info but I can't find it now.

I'm looking for for something like the Navajo skinwalkers but from eastern Europe. I feel like I've read or seen something like that in a movie. But I'm looking for something from folklore/mythology.

Any sources?

Please and thank you.

Thank you for asking! I'm glad you stumbled upon my work. :) I apologize in advance for the lengths to which I rambled in this post.

This is a huge topic for me, so I'm happy to take the question, as it comes up a lot in werewolf studies and shapeshifter folklore in general. Here's the root of the problem - if there were many, or any, stories about people turning into bears using bear skins (as we have with so many wolf skin legends), they no longer exist. They've been lost to time.

I mentioned them in my own post on "werebears" at the time because, in the past, I was willing to hold to the words of other scholars and bandy these ideas about, but today, I am not sure I'd do that. And my future professionally published works will reflect it. Let me explain:

It has become popular in modern scholarship, and thus leaked onto the internet abroad (where one need list no sources at all), to make broad declarations regarding "bear warriors" and "bear shapeshifters," etc., and declare that they were very much like the werewolf legends of the time periods, involving bear skins.

The trouble is, this is not necessarily true. Where are the sources? I have searched far and wide, and they're simply nowhere to be found. Even in scholarly publications, professional work, that makes these assertions, they are making such assertions based on guesswork and assumptions or even twisting what sources we have in order to suit their own concepts and arguments, rather than direct simple statements we can quote from elements such as the old sagas and scholars such as Emily Gerard.

One of the greatest sources we have on bear shapeshifters (along with many other subjects) is a book called The Book of Were-Wolves by Sabine Baring-Gould, who lived during the 1800s and one of whose primary specializations was specifically Scandinavian and Eastern European folklore, particularly in regard to shapeshifters.

It's important for me to note that I am going to have my own edition of his book coming out hopefully as soon as next month, with annotations and translations! Keep an eye out for my announcement here on my blog in only a few weeks! It's going to be my next big release, coincidentally.

Baring-Gould has several sections that discuss bear shapeshifters and related folklore, and in it he provides several sources of bear-warrior folklore, most notably the ones mentioned in my werebear post, like the Saga of Hrolf Kraki, which contains two bear shapeshifters. One undergoes a physical bear transformation at night, and the other spiritually possesses a bear body, undergoing no physical "true" transformation at all. The former was not, however, created by a bear skin - he was cursed by a witch, who struck him with a wolf skin, and he later turned into a bear. Outside of Baring-Gould, we also have some stories of bear-men who weren't shapeshifters, as I'm sure you've probably already found.

I wish I could point you to direct sources that are more in line with what you seek, but I'm afraid that even in my own searching for the mysterious and oft-discussed bear equivalent to several werewolf legends, I too have come up short. This has naturally led to me having researched them extensively and formed many strong opinions about scholars talking about something that we seem to have absolutely no sources for.

Although it is possible sources on this existed in the past and simply have been lost today, it's my personal belief that it's much more likely - as has been the case with a lot of folklore and various creatures, including but not limited to werewolves, vampires, and dragons - that these ideas were retroactively assigned to folklore after being picked up in the popular mindset. In other words: there were no direct or semi-direct bear equivalent shapeshifters to werewolves in Europe or Scandinavia, as that would be highly unusual for folklore anyway, and these ideas came purely from popular culture, with the assumption that they originated in folklore - but they actually did not.

Again, I highly recommend you pick up a copy of Baring-Gould's work. And I, of course, highly recommend that the copy you pick up be the one I will have available in October. I have many annotations commenting upon specifically bear and other shapeshifter legends he discusses in his work, as well as noting modern scholarship that was published beyond Baring-Gould's time. I also have included a bibliography that may help you find further sources on this and similar topics. Even if you might not find exactly what you seek, I think you'll find his work and discussion of bear and other shapeshifters and other Eastern European myth interesting and potentially useful.

I hope any of this was helpful. This is a subject I have and always will continue to research and publish on, as I find it a fascinating mystery (and I am partial to the concept of the werebear, myself). I'll have further updates on this blog and in my future nonfiction works if/when I ever discover new (and by that of course I mean old) sources directly relating to bears and bear-shapeshifters.

Thank you again for asking, and hope you have a wonderful day!

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