#Gerard Way imagines

[moonxmagix]

Cubicles

Pairing: Gerard Way x Fem Reader secretary

CW: power imbalance, use of daddy, brat, spanking, fingering, choking, p in v, slight degradation, drinking, drunk while p in v, semi public ?, face fucking, hair pulling, soft ending, 18+

Summary: You are Gerards secretary and y'all do some nasty stuff in his office and at his home.

It had been my one year anniversary at my new job. I was the CEO’s secretary and was always told how I did an excellent job. I was an overachiever you’d say, I’d take over jobs before my boss told me to, and spend all  nighters on work. I was one of the very few women in the office but I didn’t mind, it usually meant I got more expensive gifts! But my pay for the work I did was not satisfactory. 

I love my job and wouldn’t trade it for the world. My boss Mr. Way was an excellent business man with the best of manners. But, he was a flirt, a tease, you’d say. Your attraction to him never went beyond a steamy makeout session in his office and some hands between your thighs. If you saw him  outside of the law firm you’d never think he was some top boss to a bunch of  lawyers that represented mob members. I will admit it was scary at times having grown men yell at you and not being able to yell back. 

Being from New Jersey the one thing that got me in trouble the most was my mouth. Mr. Way loved it though, it tested his control. His closest friends and top employees were big flirts too, but I didn’t want them as much as I wanted him. 

I walked into the law firm and greeted people as I passed. I had a small office of my own but it wasn’t nearly as spacious as Mr. Way’s. I made special cookie brownies for my one year anniversary here and couldn’t wait to share them. I put all my heavy things away and first went to go get coffee for myself and a couple others. As I stood at the coffee machine I felt a hand smack my ass. I turned  to see Mr. Iero standing next to me, I was so used to him being touchy-feely. “I could sue you for that, Mr. Iero,” I said, trying to sound serious. He chuckled, “You’d lose anyway,” he took a sip of the fresh coffee I made. 

I rolled my eyes, “You’d lose anyway,” I mocked him. “Better watch it or I’ll get you in trouble with Gerard,” he raised his brow following behind me. I opened Mr. Way’s office door to not see him there, “Is he here yet?” I asked Frank. He was always early even before me and I made sure to get there at 6:30 am sharp. Keep in mind I live in Jersey and transport by train to NYC. 

“Haven’t seen him, why? You miss your lil boyfriend,” he teased. I placed his coffee on his desk ready for when he does get here. “Not my boyfriend and I brought a special treat for later and I want him to be the first to try,” I said going to make my way to Mr. Toro and Mr. Mikey as we called  him. It’s confusing to have two different Mr. Ways. “Now, leave me to it, yeah?” I smiled ruffling his long hair. 

I could tell I got him hot and bothered by the way he unbuttoned his first two buttons on his shirt. I walked into the office that both Mr. Mikey and Mr. Toro shared. “Hi boys,” I smiled, receiving compliments from both. “Don’t you look amazing,” Mr. Toro said, kissing my hand. “What’re you dressing up for,” Mr. Mikey asked. “It’s officially been one year since I started,” I smiled. “Thank you for the coffee Mrs. Y/N, and congratulations to you,” Ray smiled and I went to go see if Mr. Way was here yet. 

I snuck by his office and peeked in the door window to see him working on his computer and taking sips of his coffee. I hurried to my office and grabbed the cookie brownies I made. I checked my makeup one last time and freshened up my dark red lipstick. 

My heels echoed in the halls as I nervously approached his door, I knocked before opening right away. Gerard met me at the door and saw my hands full of brownies and papers. “Whatcha got here?” he said excited and curious. He took the papers from me and placed several kisses on my cheek and jaw. Smothering me. 

I blushed and laid the brownies on his desk, a cigarette from his ash tray filling the air with smoke. He stood in front of me, staring at me up and down. “I made brownies and wanted you to be first to try them,” I said, scooting closer to him, our faces inches apart as I put my arms around his waist. “Aren’t you sweet,” he smiled, grabbing my chin and kissing me gently trying not to get my lipstick on him. I gave him a piece and I heard him moan in joy, “They’re delicious but not as sweet as you,” he said, rubbing our noses together cutely. 

But there was more that I wanted to talk about with him, getting a raise. Which I knew wasn’t going to be easy. Gerard sat on his chair taking a puff of his cigarette, “Could I talk to you about something?” I asked shyly. “Of course you can,” he said, patting his lap motioning me to sit on it. I played with his messy hair and took in his features, it didn’t look like he got much sleep. “So?” he said, pulling me out of my gaze. 

“Y’know it’s my one year anniversary here anddd I wanted to see if I could get a raise,” I was so nervous for his response. He chuckled, “We’ll see about that. You’ll have to earn it though,” he said with a smirk. I swallowed, “Haven’t I done enough Mr. Way? So not fair,” I whined. He grabbed my face and pulled his mouth next to my ear, “You watch that fuckin attitude right now, understand?” he said, placing a kiss on my neck. I nodded, when he got dominant like that it made my heart race and that wasn’t the only thing having a heartbeat. 

I moaned when he kissed my neck, making his demeanor change completely. He told me to get up from his lap and I thought he was going to leave the room but he locked the door and put the blinds down so no one could see inside. He rolled up his sleeves and walked over to me with a dominating hunger in his eyes. “Take your skirt off,” he demanded as he sat in his leather chair. 

I hesitantly took my skirt off, leaving me in a black silk button up and black tights. Shoes left with the skirt. He grabbed me and laid me over his lap, “What’re you doi-,” SMACK. I moaned out in pleasure and pain. “Brats like you don’t get to boss around their daddy like that,” he said, smacking each cheek several times. He rubbed and grabbed my ass with such force, leaving more hard smacks. He told me to get up which I did and he shoved all the papers that were once cluttered up to the side. 

He pushed me against the desk, towering over me. I grabbed his black and white striped tie and pulled his face closer to me, “Is that all you got, sir?” I teased him, knowing that would only make him more rough with me. He pushed me onto the table and ripped a large hole in my tights. “Gerard!” I was upset with him at that moment, I didn’t bring an extra pair with me. “I’d prefer if you didn’t wear these. I want easier access to what’s mine,” he said, getting on his knees and kissing around my thigh and on the small fabric that covered my pussy. 

He slowly moved my panties over, running his finger up and down the wetness. I bit my lip trying to contain the moans. He teased my hole with his fingers, “Beg,” he said, removing his fingers. “Gerard please, give it to me,” I begged him, getting sexually frustrated with him. He inserted two fingers and slowly worked them, my juice leaking out and all over his fingers. His thumb rubbed on my clit which drove me mad. I was a squirming, wet, and hot mess for him. 

“Gerard, I..I’m gonna,” I breathed heavily, gripping his full head of hair. “Cum for me you dirty whore,” he growled, slapping my sensitive cunt. I came all over his fingers and he stuck his fingers in his mouth, tasting me. He unbuckled his pants, throwing the belt onto the floor and ripped his pants off, leaving him in his boxers. You could see how hard he was, he pressed his bulge right against my soaking wet cunt. 

He pressed his lips to mine, our mouths dancing messily together. His lips and face were covered in lipstick, but mine was too. Gerard took out his cock and teasingly rubbed it against my folds. He slapped my cunt with it, “How bad do you want it? How bad do you want your boss's cock huh?” he smirked. “Give it to me, I’ve never wanted something so bad,” I whined, throwing my arms around his neck. “You’re forgetting something sugar,” he said, pulling his cock away from my cunt. 

“Please daddy,” I whispered in his ear, my warm breath sending chills down his arms. He slowly put his cock inside me and I moaned in pain and pleasure as he was thick in size. His pace sped up and his hips slammed into mine. My moans echoed in the room and Gerard  kept a tight grip around my throat. “Take that fucking cock,” he murmured in my ear. “Look at you, taking your boss’s cock like the whore you are. Let everyone know how I’ve claimed you,” he said, staring into my soul. “You don’t own me, you stupid man,” I smirked, fighting back with him. 

“Oh yeah? Everyone on this floor can hear you right now taking my fat cock. If they try anything with you they’re gone,” he said, pinning my arms down and slamming into me. My walls tightened as I came all over his cock, my ears rang and my mouth was dry. “Daddy’s gonna cum, holy shit,” he said, pushing his hair out of his face. Gerard had plans of pulling out but I stopped him by wrapping my legs around him, forcing him to cum inside me. 

“Look at you, what a good girl,” he said, kissing me all over my lipstick covered face. “Do I get that raise?” I said, trying to catch my breath. “We’ll see,” he smiled, putting his clothes back on. I took my tights off and threw them in the bin. We looked at ourselves in the mirror and tried our best to wipe off the lipstick. I laughed at him trying to rub it off with his fingers, smudging it even more. 

“Do you think they’re gonna stare at me?” I whispered standing at the door. He chuckled lightly, “No sweetheart, just hide your face and you should be fine,” he said, staying in his office. I took a deep breath and exited. I used my hand to  hide my face but while shielding myself I accidentally bumped into someone. “What the hell happened to you?” Frank said. “Mind your business,” I said pushing past him into my office. I scoured through my purse for my makeup wipes and started hurriedly wiping it off. KNOCK, “I need to talk, it’s important. I’m too impatient to wait,” Frank came in bothering me. 

I groaned in annoyance, “Do you not have any manners? Holy shit,” I said, throwing my wipe away and taking out my makeup to touch up. “Do YOU have any manners?! Moaning for the entire office to hear,” he mocked my moans. I got fed up and took my heel off and threw it at him. 

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It was about 7pm and I was beyond tired, my office was dimly lit by my computer screen and a lamp in the corner. I sighed frustrated trying to set up meetings and such for Gerard. KNOCK, “Come in!” I yelled not taking my eyes off the screen. “My lil workaholic,” Gerard said, leaning against the desk. I sighed, “I wouldn’t be if these people knew how to communicate,” I was frustrated and ran my fingers through my hair. “Log off for the night! Wanna get drinks with us?” he offered, grabbing my stuff and placing it in front of me. “Who’s us?” I asked. “Frank, Ray, Mikey. Oh and Mikey told me he was scared,” Gerard laughed. “He’ll get over it. But yes, I’d love to,” I said, grabbing my cardigan so I wouldn’t absolutely freeze on this autumn night. 

We all walked out of the building together with me wrapped around Gerard’s arm, the taxi ride to the bar was just the guys teasing us for our little workplace hookup. “You’re just jealous!” I exclaimed, nudging Frank in the ribs. 

We got to the bar and we got placed in a dark private corner, Gerard and I sat together on one side and the three of them on the other. Several drinks were ordered and I quickly got drunk but not belligerent. I was so touchy with Gerard, whispering several compliments in his ear all night. “You smell so good, it’s so intoxicating,” I said, kissing his neck. “I want you,” I whispered in his ear. Gerard grabbed my face with his hand and kissed me, “Wait until we get home,” he said which caught me off guard. 

“Home?” I said, confused. “Mhm, you’re going home with me tonight,” he turned his attention back to the table after his sly comment. While I was still intoxicated by his smell and way with words, I got myself on his lap and rested my head on his chest. “Look at you two, your love makes me sick almost,” Ray said jokingly which made me chuckle. “He doesn’t know that,” I said, shushing him with my finger. I loved Gerard, he was my type to the T. I felt his chest vibrate from nervously chuckling at my drunk confessions. 

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I stood outside with Gerard holding me up and forcing water down my throat. Which I fought of course. “Y/N sweetheart it’s starting to rain, please just drink this while I get a cab,” he said sternly which made me stop and do as he pleases. I love when he bosses me around, I couldn’t imagine myself as anyone else’s secretary. 

He catches a cab for us and takes me to his place, my legs draped over his. He walked me to his high rise apartment and I was in awe at how nicely decorated it was. “Holy shit, this is really your place huh?” I said, starting to undress myself without any care in the world. Left to my bra and underwear. I make my way to his bed and hop into the cold sheets, “Can I finally have you?” I giggle trying to hint at him. 

There he stood at the end of bed, undressing himself in such a hurry to get to me. He crawled to me getting under with me and immediately assumed into the big spoon position. His body was so warm despite looking like a vampire. Wet kisses covered my neck making me giggle, “What’s so funny?” he joked. “It just feels good,” I smile, tiredly. “I’m not done with you yet,” he said, shoving his face into my neck, kissing and sucking. “Gerard,” I moaned. “Everyones gonna see-” he covered my mouth, shushing me. 

His other hand trailed down to my abdomen, his fingers slowly lifting the edge of my panties. His fingers worked themselves around my clit, I wanted more of him. “You’re already so fucking wet for daddy,” he growled into my ear. I palmed his cock through his underwear, feeling the wetness of precum leaking through. I stopped him so I could take his cock out, pulling his underwear off and onto the floor. I spit on his head, lubricating my hand. 

“Suck on it you dirty whore,” he grabbed a fist full of my hair. I whimpered as he shoved my mouth onto his cock. My mouth was small and I couldn’t help but gag on his length. He bucked his hips up, going deeper into my throat. Drool began to fall and pool as he face fucked me, not loosening his grip on my hair. I felt him pulse and do one more push down my throat to release himself. He pulled away with cum all over my lips. “C’mere baby,” he said, pulling me back to his chest. 

He lifted my leg and teased my hole with the tip of his cum and saliva covered cock. Without warning he shoved his cock inside me making me gasp in pleasure. “Yeah? This what you want?” he purred in my ear, pounding. The sound of skin clapping together. 

Somehow we ended up in doggy but my phone rang. I groaned in annoyance and I was going to hit decline but Gerard said, “Who is it?” he questioned. “Frank,” I moaned out as he didn’t stop fucking me. “Answer it,” he demanded. I hit the green call button and put it on the speaker. 

“Hey I just wanted to know if you got home safely,” he asked, seeming about as drunk as I was earlier but tried to hide it. “Y-yeah, I did,” I said, trying to not moan or whimper but it still came off suspicious. “Are you okay Y/N? Do I need to come over?” he said, trying to have an excuse to hook up. “No, it’s fine. FUCK!” I yelled into the pillow as Gerard railed me, cumming all over his cock. “Gerard, please-,”  I said, gripping the sheets. 

“Well I’ll let you two love birds have fun,” he giggled like a schoolgirl. I hung up the phone and Gerard pulled my head back by the throat and pulled me up. He kissed me on the neck and back, burrowing his cock deep inside me. He pulled out and I felt his cum leak out of me. 

Our bodies collapsed together and my eyes fluttered. “You’re so hot, you know that?” he said, stroking my hair. “Say’s you,” I poke his chest. “We should probably get cleaned up before we go to bed sticky and sweaty,” he suggested, rubbing my thighs gently and kissing my temple. I agreed and was able to stand but barely, as my legs were too wobbly and weak. Gerard noticed and came to my side, “Let daddy help you,” he said, wrapping his arm around my waist. 

He started the shower and the steam filled the bathroom, we took turns washing each other and it  was everything I could’ve wanted. It was bliss, to have someone care for me, love me, hold me. The thought of past relationships came rushing to my head, I covered my face with my hands. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Gerard asked, pulling my hands from my face. “It’s nothing, really,” I tried sucking up, letting the shower water cleanse my salty face. 

“It’s clearly something, Y/N. No need to hide,” he said sweetly, he was a lot more protective than what I was used to but I loved it. It brought a sense of comfort and safety, not the type of protectiveness that sheltered you from the world. “I’ve just never felt so cared for, so wanted,” I said sniffling. “I’ll always be here for you, you’re my baby,” he said, holding me in his arms, rocking back and forth gently. “Does this make  us…” I said, raising my brows at him. “Partners? Absolutely.” 

[partypoisonzz]

i'll do anything you say (if you say it with your hands) (gerard way x reader smut)

Kinktober Day 3: Glove/Hand Kink

Era: Danger Days (2010)

Reader Pronouns: None mentioned but Reader has AFAB anatomy.

Content:

- Glove/Hand Kink

- Domestic bliss 🥺

- Dom!Gerard... for most of it

- Degradation

Word Count: 3,629

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.

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"What do you think?" 

You look up from your phone, taking in the sight of Gerard standing in front of you. At long last, his concept for his Party Poison costume has come to fruition. Months of sketches and reworking have culminated in this moment.

"Impressive," you say. And it truly is.

Your eyes scan over him, down and up and back again. There are the nice leather boots that go halfway up to his knees, the dark wash jeans, the customized blue jacket, emblazoned with the Dead Pegasus logo that he designed, the yellow plastic mask…

Your eyes travel back down to his hands and pause at the brown leather biker gloves.

"You really think so?"

You snap back to the present at the sound of Gerard's voice. You look back up at his face, alight with pride, and nod.

"Mmm-hmm. You look great, honey."

He does look great.

He looks so great that you can't stop thinking about it, even after the costume is put away and he's just your husband again. You're still ruminating over the getup hours later, and you don't know why.

Your thoughts are clouded as you go about the rest of your day. You feel guilty for only halfway-listening to Gerard's excited rambling about the upcoming album, as well as being completely checked out when you meet the rest of the guys for dinner. You only return to reality when Frank throws a crumpled-up napkin at you and hits you in the face, eliciting uproarious laughter from the rest of the table and stares from your fellow diners.

The haze hangs on until just before you crawl into bed.

You hear Gerard call to you from the bedroom as you wash your face. "Babe?"

You splash yourself with the cold water once more before turning off the faucet and reaching for a towel. "Yeah?"

He stays silent for a moment before posing his question. "You're okay, right?"

"I'm fine." You pat your face dry before tossing the towel into the hamper and turning off the bathroom light. Having completed your usual before-bed routine, you saunter into the bedroom and crawl into bed next to Gerard. "Why do you ask?"

Gerard closes his book and sits it on the nightstand. "I dunno," he says. "You just seem sort of... distant."

You sigh, stretching out your aching limbs. "I'm tired," you say. That's not a lie, either. "I know I don't have the right to complain, — you're the one doing all the work, after all, — but this whole album thing... The recording and the PR stuff and the music videos and getting ready for the tour..." You turn over on your side to face your husband.

"It's all getting real so fast," you tell him quietly. "In three weeks, you'll be out on the road again, and I'll still be right here."

For a while, Gerard doesn't say anything. He just stares at you in the dim light of the bedside lamp. He looks beautifully solemn, strands of his newly-dyed red hair falling over his eyes.

Finally, he breaks the silence. "C'mere."

He gently cups your cheek as you draw closer to him, pressing his lips to yours in a lazy kiss. You close your eyes, relishing the feeling of his mouth on yours, the way he's still close enough for the two of you to share body heat, the faint, lingering scent of his hair dye, the feeling of his thumb brushing across the side of your face...

Even when he pulls away, he keeps his hand there, softly caressing your skin. "Everything's gonna be alright," he assures you. "Being away from you won't be easy for me, either, but..." He presses a kiss against your forehead before resting his head against yours. "I'll come back like I always do. Plus, you've got me here right now."

You chuckle. "Thank God for that."

"Glad you see it my way." He nudges you lightly with his shoulder. "Want me to rub your back? Ease some of the tension?"

You raise your eyebrows. "Is this just a back rub, or a back rub with extra stuff?"

"Just a back rub." He pauses, appearing to think before tacking on an additional disclaimer. "Unless you want the extra stuff, of course."

You laugh. "Think I'll just go with the backrub for now," you say. "We'll see about tomorrow, though."

He nods. "Tomorrow. Got it." Another nudge. "Now, turn over."

Only when he starts massaging your tense shoulders does everything begin to fall into place.

You've always had a thing for Gerard's hands. How could you not, really? The way that he grips the microphone... His careful precision when he draws... How he alternates between soft and firm touch equally skillfully, as though it's absolutely nothing...

You can't help but look at his hands when he's completing everyday tasks. Oftentimes, your train of thought leads you to anticipate all the places those hands will wander later on. Even after a few years of marriage, you still find yourself turning away, face aflame.

Your mind flickers back to the gloves from earlier. Suddenly, everything makes perfect sense.

There's something about the way his hands look in those gloves. The cracked dark leather, concealing everything but his fingers and knuckles... Showcasing how his hands seem strong and delicate all at once...

You don't know why you didn't realize it sooner.

Try as you might not to allow yourself to obsess over this realization, the thought lingers in your mind. It's still there, even when Gerard falls asleep rubbing your back and you can barely keep your own eyes open.

For the millionth time since you first met your husband, a familiar thought pops into your mind.

Everything about him drives me insane, you think. He's gonna be the fucking death of me.

You sigh and turn over on your back, your own hand creeping into the waistband of your pajama pants.

-

A week or so later, you find yourself baking in the desert sunlight through the window of an old diner. Though you know you could logically blame the hellish climate of California in late July for the feverish feeling overtaking you, you know that you're sweating for an entirely different reason.

"Hey, babe. How's my ass look?"

You focus your attention on Gerard, who is currently turning slow circles in an attempt to properly show off the goods.

"As good as ever," you tell him.

"But is it good enough?" he presses. "It gets its own close-up, so it has to be in peak condition..."

"Your ass is always in peak condition," you cut him off. "Then again, I am married to you, so maybe I'm biased."

You grab a magazine off the table and flip it open, attempting to distract yourself. As it stands, you want to jump his bones, right here, right now. Discussing the premium quality of his ass isn't helping.

You wrinkle your nose as you open to a spread in the middle of the volume. "Ew," you laugh. "I didn't intend on seeing Simba and Nala uncut, but okay..."

"Lemme see." Gerard swipes the magazine out of your hands as he slides into the booth next to you. You watch him flip the pages of the magazine, slow and deliberate, and feel the blood rushing to your face again.

He chuckles. "Oh, yeah. This whole thing is a gag for the video. Only the perviest shit that National Geographic has ever had to offer." He places the magazine back down on the table. "Mikey's gonna be the one reading it, of course." He snorts. "Poor kid. I can never make him suffer enough..."

You can never make me suffer enough, you think. You manage to bite your tongue before the thought slips out. That would kind of be a jarring thing to tell your husband unprompted.

You startle back to the present moment when you feel Gerard's fingers drumming against your thigh.

"Hey." He gives you a gentle smile. "What're you thinking about, huh?"

The honest answer runs through your mind. In fact, it damn near passes your lips.

Your hands, you want to say. More specifically, how they would feel wrapped around my hips if you just threw me onto this table and blew my back out.

The door swings open, ensuring that you don't put this idea out in the open. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything," Mikey says. "But we just got back from our lunch break. Probably should get as much filming as we can in before the sun goes down."

You offer Gerard a shaky smile and a kiss on the cheek. "Alright, Mr. Director. Back to work."

"Right." He returns to his feet. You stand up and brush yourself off, sauntering towards the fridge for a soda.

Just when you think he's about to step into the blazing midsummer afternoon, Gerard speaks up again. "Hang on a minute," he calls to Mikey.

The next thing you know, his hands are on your waist, pulling you towards him.

You try not to tense up, — it's a purely innocent touch, for God's sake, — but it's kind of difficult when he fucking squeezes your waist while he kisses you. 

"Love you," he tells you when he pulls away. "See you in a little bit."

He turns on his heel and follows his brother outside without any idea that such a slight touch has left you weak in the knees.

-

A little over an hour later, your phone buzzes in your pocket. You immediately answer it upon seeing Gerard's name flash across the screen. "Hello?"

"My trailer's open, if you wanna swing on by." You can hear the sly grin in his voice. "Just you, me, some drinks, and the air conditioner."

Though you roll your eyes, a smile surfaces on your face in response to his proposition. "I'll be right there. Just gimme one sec."

A few minutes later, you're pushing the trailer door open and climbing inside. "Another break?" you ask as you close the door behind you. "You just took your lunch, like, an hour and a half ago..."

"Yeah, but more pressing matters came up." Gerard abandons his spot on the cushioned chair next to the window to meet you by the door. He reaches behind you to fasten the lock before cupping your face in his hands.

You stiffen as your eyes connect with his. His lips curl up just slightly, but it isn't the glowing smile that he was giving you earlier.

You think he's going to kiss you, but he doesn't.

"I saw how you were looking at me earlier," he says, his voice low.

You attempt to swallow the lump building in your throat. Though the anticipation of what might happen next twists your stomach into eager knots, you know it's not out of your realm to sass back.

"Yeah? So I thought you looked good." You shrug, trying to play it off as though your heart isn't running wild in your chest. "Sue me."

His grip tightens around your jaw. "Don't you know how to ask for what you want, sugar?" he asks. "You can't just spell it out for me all the time. It gets tiring."

He presses his mouth to yours. You kiss back eagerly as his tongue runs over yours, grabbing fistfuls of the fabric of his shirt. You hear him let out a low groan before he pushes you back into the wall.

"Fuckin' tell me," he orders. "Use that pretty little mouth of yours."

A whine climbs up your throat before you oblige him. "Your hands."

"My hands?" He raises his eyebrows, looking at you as though the conversation just took a completely unexpected turn.

You know better than that.

He absolutely knows. Maybe he's known all along.

Still, he asks: "What about my hands, sugar?"

"You know that I've always liked your hands," you say. "I love the way they look, all strong but so... pretty. Love the way they feel when you touch me." You swallow hard once again before continuing. "But the gloves. Jesus Christ, Gerard... I don't know what it is, but those gloves are so fucking hot..."

"You like the gloves, huh?" He huffs out a laugh. "Should've just said so." He holds his hand in front of your face before giving you another command. "Open your mouth, baby."

You obey him without question.

He doesn't have to ask you to suck the two fingers that he plunges into your mouth. You do it automatically, your tongue running slowly over his skin.

He draws in a sharp breath. "I didn't know you had such an oral fixation. Could've made good on that a long time ago..."

You pull off of his fingers with a pop. "I don't usually," you say. "It's just... well... your hands..."

He chuckles. "Like sucking on my fingers, sugar?" he asks. "That's cute. Such a good little slut for me."

The degrading nickname elicits another pathetic whine from you. "Please," you beg. You aren't entirely sure what you're even asking for. You just know that you want, — need, — more from him.

"Please what?" he asks. "Use your words, baby."

"I don't care what you do to me," you tell him. "Just as long as you use your hands. And don't take the gloves off."

He laughs openly now. He sounds a little maniacal, a little mean, but that only makes you wetter. "You're so desperate," he comments. "It's fucking adorable."

He snaps his fingers before pointing to the chair in the corner. "Sit."

Wordlessly, you walk over to the chair and take a seat.

He smiles before sinking to his knees. You shift as he undoes the button and zipper of your jeans and pulls them down your legs. "Needy little whore," he remarks. "Losing your fucking mind over the slightest bit of touch..."

You let out a broken moan as soon as the leather of the gloves meets the skin of your bare thigh, proving his point.

He barks out another harsh laugh. "Holy shit," he says. "You'd think you hadn't been touched in years."

At this point, the part of your brain that generates rebuttals has turned completely off. You roll your hips up into nothing, more pleas falling from your lips. "Gerard... Please..."

Gerard doesn't react to your begging, his face set in concentration. "If you go crazy for my hand on your leg, I wonder what you'll do if I move it..." His fingers climb up your thigh slowly. "Up here?"

You moan as his fingers lightly brush over the front of your panties.

He's so close to where you need him, but...

Not quite.

He pulls his hand back with a self-satisfied grin. "Even better than I thought," he says. "Now, how about..." His fingers hook under the edge of the fabric, pulling the underwear down. "This?"

Another whimper of affirmation as you throw your head back.

"Good." His hand starts climbing up your inner thigh again. You know there's probably going to be a wet spot on the chair by the time you stand up. "What about now?"

Your knees buckle as his fingers finally brush over your exposed pussy. "God, yes," you gasp.

"Yeah," Gerard says. "That's what I thought."

Just like that, all the teasing comes to an abrupt halt. He shoves the same two fingers that he put in your mouth earlier inside of you. You cry out, grinding your hips into his hand.

"Look at you. Fucking yourself on my hand." His voice drips with pride, �� as well as arousal, judging by the groan that follows soon after. "Fuck, baby. That's so hot. Wish you could fucking see yourself, the way I'm seeing you right now."

Though part of you worries it will all be too much, you look down at him, taking in the genuinely awestruck expression on his face.

If the past few years that you've spent with him have taught you one thing, it's that Gerard is really no good at being dominant.

Well, he's technically good at it. He knows how to talk dirty, how to fuck you until your entire body feels like it's coming unwound, how to make you come over and over again.

The thing is that, no matter how many times he calls you names or pulls your hair or marks you up with hickies and bruises, he just can't keep the mask from falling. Which is remarkable, considering he can be quite the actor.

No matter how intense things get, you always catch him just looking at you at some point, eyes brimming with love.

God, if that doesn't make you weaker than anything else.

You can barely look at him right now. He's so fucking pretty, — sunlight illuminating his neon hair like a halo, his eyes shining green-gold beneath the rays as he looks up at you. You could count the freckles across the bridge of his nose, write poems about the way his eyelashes flutter across his cheeks when he blinks.

But then he picks up the pace, and you remember that he's fingering you in his trailer while he's supposed to be working.

It isn't the most poetic representation of romance, for sure.

Not that you're complaining.

You taste blood from your lower lip as he curls his fingers upwards, pressing hard against your front wall. His fingers are long enough to hit all the right places. Even better, he knows your body like the back of his hand. (Ha-fucking-ha.) He knows exactly what he's doing.

He pumps his fingers in and out, going knuckle deep before repeating the process. The leather of the gloves brushes against your inner thigh, only intensifying the sensation.

It's borderline overwhelming. And still, you tell him...

"More," you manage. "Please. I need more."

"Don't have to tell me twice, sugar." He brings his other hand up, pressing his thumb against your clit.

You begin to feel dizzy as he rubs tight circles around the bundle of nerves, still thrusting his fingers into you all the while. Heat pools between your legs, your building orgasm creating the feeling of flames licking between your hips.

"I can't..." you pant. "Can't hold on anymore, oh my God..."

At that, Gerard pulls his fingers out all the way. You whimper at the loss just before he pushes them in again, meeting absolutely no resistance.

You feel yourself tightening up, clamping down on him as you let out a cry that just barely drowns out his desperate gasp.

Your back arches as you come and come and come. It's intense, — the most intense orgasm you've had in a long while. You swear that it's never going to end. When it finally does, you let out a bewildered laugh.

"Holy shit," you huff. "That was fucking incredible."

Gerard simply hums in agreement before licking his fingers clean.

You idly swat at him. "Gross," you chastise him. "I mean... hot, but gross."

He pulls his fingers out of his mouth with a smile. "You know you love it."

You would have to be a liar to deny that.

"Yeah," you admit. "I do."

You nudge him lightly with your leg. "Now, get up. You've got a music video to finish."

He laughs as he stands up. "Bold of you to be bossing me around after I just made you come like that." 

"Mmm... It's my turn now." You pull your pants back up before rising on still-trembling legs.

You can't help but notice the tenting of his skinny jeans when you lean in to kiss him. You close your eyes, relishing the taste of yourself on his tongue. You only pull away when he moans into your mouth. 

"I'm getting you back when we go home," you declare. 

Despite his panting breaths, the crooked smile on Gerard's face tells you that he takes this as a challenge. "Oh, yeah?"

"Absolutely." You walk towards the door, lingering in the entranceway for just a moment. "I'm giving you one condition right now," you finally say. 

Gerard trails behind you. Despite his earlier dominance, he's right back to following you like a lost puppy. "And what would that be?" 

You can't help but smile slyly. God, he's into this. "Let me try on the gloves." When he's close enough, you pull him close to you, kissing him hard again before pulling back to whisper in his ear. "Maybe I'll jerk you off while I'm wearing them."

His breath hitches as your lips travel downwards, settling against the side of his neck. "Fuck," he mutters as you suck at a particularly sensitive spot.

"Mmm-hmm." You pull back with a quiet giggle, elbowing him in the side playfully. "Get back to work now. For real."

You mentally pat yourself on the back as his voice takes on a whiny tone. "But, babe..."

"Later." Stern as it is, your voice holds a promise that you'll make good on your word.

Clearly, it's enough to make Gerard listen to you. As he reaches for the doorknob, you give his ass a quick grope.

He makes a quiet sound of surprise before casting a questioning look in your direction.

You smile. "I don't feel like I properly expressed how great it looked earlier."

He rolls his eyes before pushing the trailer door open and stepping back out onto the desert sand.

You give a self-satisfied chuckle as you close the door behind him, opting to utilize the air-conditioned refuge of his trailer for the remainder of the afternoon.

Tonight is going to be fun, you think as you watch him reunite with the crew throught the window.

You'll do your best to drive him wild. It's only fair that he gets a taste of his own medicine.

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The Perfect Halloween Look - Gerard Way x Reader

Summary: You are attending the college Halloween party, not sure where you are standing with your friend Gerard, when he asks you to do his make up Reader: should be gender neutral (no pronouns used, Reader wears a dress and a hairband as a custume) Word count: 4 177 A/N: This didn’t post on Halloween for me and I don’t care what, it makes me fucking angry, because nothing since I got up went right and this is just the last straw. Take it or leave it. I’m off for today.

With furrowed brows you looked at your reflection in the mirror. For the past thirty minutes you had worked on your face paint for the college Halloween party. You planned on going as a dead cheerleader, already dressed in the short, red and white dress, which you had splattered with fake blood. You had applied a thin layer of white make-up all the way down your neck, giving your natural skin colour a sickly touch. Your eyes and hollows of the cheeks were powdered with black, green and blue eye shadow, making them look fallen in. All in all, you really did not look very healthy anymore. Maybe it was a bit too much though, not natural looking.

But who cared? This was not costume make-up for a realistic movie but for a college party. Nobody would care if it was a bit too much. It looked good.

You just hoped Gerard would think so too.

Gerard and you had been friends since your first year in college and had somehow ended up sitting next to each other in almost every class you took. You knew he loved dressing up and playing around with make-up, but much to your surprise he had been rather hesitant about answering your questions as what he wanted to dress up this Halloween until he had finally confessed that he just didn’t feel like dressing up at all. You had offered to help him with a bit of spooky face paint if he wanted, but he had turned down your offer.

Honestly, you did not have a lot of experience with make-up at all, but you had worked out some techniques by now, and any excuse to spend more time with Gerard alone was good enough. The way he had rejected your offer had just sounded a bit too annoyed for your taste, and now you were not sure if he even wanted to hang out with you at the party at all.

It was fine, you told yourself, as you applied a bit of blue eyeliner as lipstick, coating it with lip-gloss, and contemplated the result. You had other friends to spend the evening with, other friends who you could laugh and have a good time with.

But the truth was that it was not fine. None of them understood you quite as Gerard did, none of them made you feel as accepted, as noticed as Gerard. Your heart ached at the thought of him maybe not wanting to hang out with you. You had known for a while that you had developed a crush on the cute artist.

The way he was so passionate about his projects, be it for art school, comics, or music was enthralling and contagious. The way he talked about certain topics, you could just relate to him. And maybe that was what had prompted him to be more open with you recently. He had begun talking about more personal stuff recently, stuff you really hadn’t expect him to ever share with you. But maybe he had felt the same, and instead of feeling good about having confided in you, he had pulled away, drawn back.

Or maybe he had noticed you liked him and tried distancing himself in order for you to not get your hopes up.

Either way: his behaviour these past weeks made your stomach churn. With a sigh you grabbed the small tube with fake blood and slipped it into the box with the rest of the make-up which you planned on taking along to the party since you had offered a few girls from your class to do some low effort face paint for them. More white powder, black, green and blue eyeshadow, black lipstick and the fake blood should be enough. But you didn’t dare bringing up your hopes that maybe Gerard would ask you to do his make-up.

~*~

You were one of the first people to arrive at the party. It was held in one of the college buildings, a whole corridor of classrooms unlocked with each room offering different activities. One room had mostly snacks and drinks, one karaoke, and one even beer pong, even though the party was rather small and intimate, since it was only off your department at college. That meant about fifty people max, plus maybe a few friends and acquaintances. It also meant that you knew almost everyone there, and as soon as you had stepped foot into the building you got pulled into conversations.

An older student handed you a red solo cup filled with coke as you were discussing the new professor you both had, and how he seemed rather overwhelmed and unprepared for his classes, when the first of your friends arrived. Like promised, you helped them with a bit of face paint.

It was strange being so close to them as you tried to apply the different products to their face. You could smell their perfumes, and a few of them seemed to have had coffee not too long ago, since you could still smell it on their breath.

The task of getting your friends touched up made you forget about Gerard temporarily, and only after about an hour you noticed that he still had not arrived. You could not help but feel strange about it. You had noticed he had kept his distance recently, obviously you had, but that he would not even turn up the Halloween party because he would meet you here? The thought stung, and you bit your lip hard to hide its quivering, quickly reaching to a bowl with crisps to distract yourself.

That all your friends had left you hanging once you had done their Halloween make-up, and decided to get as drunk as possible in the first hour did not help your mood either. You didn’t feel like drinking. You didn’t even feel like being here at the party anymore, now that everyone had migrated to talk to other people, and not even Gerard was around. It was ridiculous really, how all of a sudden you felt lonely, even though the room was semi-crowded with people looking for snacks that were lined up on the table underneath a window.

You were just about to reach for the bowl a second time, already chewing on the salty crackers, when suddenly you spotted Gerard. His hair was black and dishevelled, just like always, and he wore his normal everyday clothes. One of your classmates walked up to him, doubtlessly commenting on the lack of Gerard’s costume, but Gerard’s eyes flickered through the room, until they landed on you. Quickly you sent him a smile and lifted your hand in greeting, your heart hammering in your chest. Gerard nodded at you, and – without taking his eyes off of you – made his way across the room to where you were standing next to the table on which your friends had sat while you had done their face paint.

“Hey,” Gerard greeted awkwardly, running his hand through his hair. A nervous gesture of his. “You look great.”

You felt your cheeks heat up as Gerard’s eyes skipped over your body, the tightly cut dress, your exposed legs, the white sneakers, and back up to your face. A smile tucked at his lips as he saw the red bow you had tied into your hair, perfectly matching the red of your fake-blood splattered dress.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, fidgeting around with one of the eyeshadow pallets you had used on your friend a few minutes ago.

“Your make-up looks really good too,” Gerard added, as if he wasn’t sure what else to talk about.

“Took me long enough,” you joked, rolling your eyes. “You didn’t dress up?”

Gerard shrugged. “Didn’t really feel like it…”

His eyes wandered from the eyeshadow palette between your fingers to the other make-up products you had still spread out over the desk besides you.

“Is there a chance I could still get a make-up appointment though?”

Your heart missed a beat and almost you would have dropped the palette you had been fiddling around with.

“What?”

“I mean… I know I said I didn’t want to. But seeing everyone else with this cool Halloween make-up on…” Gerard pulled up his shoulders, slipping the sleeves of his hoodie jacket over his hands insecurely.

“Uhm, sure,” you quickly, answered, trying to calm down your racing pulse, and gestured to the desk. “Sit down.”

Before this evening, when you had imagined doing Gerard’s make-up it had all been nice and cosy, but after having done the make-up for about half of your friends, you had realised how close you sometimes had to get if you wanted to get the details and everything else right. You had stood between their legs, sometimes leant in so close that their breath had fanned over your face, or spread some of the make-up with your fingers, since that had worked better than with sponges or brushes. It had not been weird with them, because they were your friends, and you were not interested in any of them romantically. But with Gerard…

Following your invitation, Gerard hopped up on the desk, letting his legs dangle like a little kid.

“What do you want me to do?”

Gerard furrowed his brows for a moment and looked across the room for inspiration.

“Just a skull, or something like that. Or what you did for yourself. I like that a lot. I can just be dead me.”

You laughed quietly at that, before you grabbed the white eyeshadow. You had experimented with theatre make-up, but the eyeshadow had worked best for your limited experience. And it made adding other colours easier.

With shaking hands, you dipped a little sponge into the eyeshadow (the cheapest you had found) and moved close to Gerard. You had wanted to stand beside his legs, positive standing between his legs like you had done earlier with your other friends would give you a heart attack, but he already had spread them for you to stand between them, so you did.

You could tell he was watching you closely as you began dapping the white powder all over his face. He was pale already, but the additional white made him look sickly. He was leaning back on his hands, drumming along to the music that was playing from the other room.

“Okay, close your eyes,” you demanded, and when he did, you gently dabbed more of the white eyeshadow over his lids, so you had an even foundation. It was tempting to use the moments in which he had closed his eyes to study his face more closely. His dark lashes were incredibly long, framing the curve of his eyelids perfectly. Quickly you focused back on the task at hand, and gently dapped more eyeshadow onto his skin.

“Whoa, why is it so bright here,” an older student, who had helped organise the party, suddenly exclaimed. Indeed, all the ceiling lights of the classroom were on, making the room look like a normal evening, instead of a Halloween party. “Let’s make this a bit more spooky, shall we?”

And with that he turned off almost all the ceiling lights, immediately covering the room in mysterious twilight.

Gerard was about to protest, that they should turn the lights back on, so you could see, but you shook your head.

“Let’s look for another spot, and let them have their fun,” you suggested, and he nodded obediently.

Quickly you gathered your make-up products and shoved them into the little bag you had carried them in, before stepping out into the corridor. The party spread along the whole hallway. The room you had just left was illuminated only by a single lamp now, the next room over by the reflections from a silver screen on which a few people were singing karaoke. Further down the corridor were more rooms, all comparatively dark, and probably swarmed by a few couples making out in the dim lights.

The only room that was probably well lit and empty was the bathroom for the disabled. A few doors down were the normal bathrooms, but this one was usually not used by regular students because most of the time it was lacking toilet paper. Which meant nobody would be bothered if Gerard and you occupied it while you finished his face paint.

You pointed to the door, and Gerard followed you into the small room. Inside were no booths, instead a toilet with a handle at the side, a shower, and a low sink. You had never understood why there was a shower in here, and your best guess was that it was due to the fact the building had been a residential building before it had been integrated into the campus of the college.

“Sink or toilet, where do you want me,” Gerard asked after he had turned on the lights and locked the door behind you.

Quickly glancing between the two options, you pointed to the sink, and Gerard hopped to sit on its rim. In the back of your mind, you wondered if the sink would break, since it certainly had not been made to be sat on, but when there were no suspicious noises, you relaxed, and stepped closer to Gerard again.

In the small bathroom the light was better than it had been in the classroom, and you could see just how spooky Gerard already looked with the bit of white make-up.

“I’ll add some green, blue and black around your eyes and to your cheekbones, so your face looks more fallen in,” you let him know while grabbing the first colour, making him nod.

“Sorry for not spending so much time with you lately,” Gerard suddenly blurted out, just as you began adding a thin layer of black to around his eyes.

“Don’t worry,” you shrugged, pretending like this was not exactly the conversation you had feared for weeks. “We’re all pretty busy right now, I guess.”

“No- I mean yes, but… I could’ve made time, and I didn’t.”

“It’s okay. We don’t always have to hang out if you don’t want to. Don’t worry about it.”

You could tell Gerard was shivering slightly, as you kept working.

“Everything okay,” you asked worriedly, dapping more colour onto his skin.

He just hummed in response.

“You’re shaking. Are you cold? Did you have enough to eat? Low blood sugar?”

“I’m fine. Sorry if I’m making this harder for you.”

“That’s not the problem, Gee,” you pulled away from his face, taking a look at your work. “’s just that I’m worried.”

“I’m okay. Really,” Gerard assured you, opening his eyes, when he noticed you had pulled away from him.

He looked sad, you suddenly realised. Sad and a little lost.

“Okay, if you say so…” not really believing him you packed away the brush for the eyeshadow. “We’re almost done, the last thing missing are the lips.” Suddenly self-conscious you pressed yours together, noticing how Gerard mimicked you, his eyes shortly flickering to your colour-coated lips. “Do you want to do them yourself? There’s a mirror behind you…”

Gerard couldn’t possibly feel comfortable with you applying make-up to his lips, with your bare fingers no less.

“Uhm… could you do it? If you don’t mind…”

You shrugged. “I don’t,” you lied, “but I’d have to do it with my fingers…”

“That’s okay.”

You shrugged again, and motioned Gerard to scoot a little, so you could quickly wash your hands. Once you had dried them well enough to be able to handle the colours again, you stepped back between Gerard’s spread legs. So far you had managed to stay a safe distance away from his face, but the lip make-up was a delicate matter. With the lips the whole look could either look great or absolutely terrible.

Taking a shaky breath, you dipped your finger into the colour, and brought it up to Gerard’s lips. They were warm and soft under your touch, almost plush. As you ran your finger along his lower lip, leaving a faint shimmer of blue, you concentrated on keeping the colour on his lips, and not accidently slip. But the intense stare with which Gerard was watching your face contort in concentration made focusing difficult. You pretended not to notice it, the way his eyes skipped over your face as if he tried to memorize every little Halloween make-up covered crease and pore.

It was only when you reached for the last colour, that you couldn’t take it anymore, and for a moment your eyes flickered up to his. That was when you froze. Your face was only inches away from his, and his eyes were taking you in with a sense of wonderment and…

“Your pupils are huge,” you whispered, not sure if you had meant to say that out loud.

Gerard blinked a few times before he answered, speaking just as lowly as you. “They are?”

You nodded with an affirmative hum. Somehow it was impossible to look away. It was as if Gerard was pinning you in place with his stare.

“Did you know our pupils dilate up to 55% when we look at someone we love?”

His words were but a breath in the silence between you. There was the humming of the neon tube of the bathroom lights, and the hammering of your heart in your ears, and Gerard’s stupid little fun fact, that almost made your heart stop as you wondered how wide your pupils were right now. Certainly dilated beyond normal. He could absolutely tell you felt attracted to him just by looking into your eyes alone.

But before you had time to realise that the statement was true for him as well, that his pupils were dilated because he looked at someone he loved, and the person he looked at was you, he had already closed the last inches between you, and pressed his lips to yours.

A quiet sound of surprised escaped you, before you dropped the eyeshadow pallet you had been holding into the sink, and wrapped your hands into his hair, kissing him back.

How often had you dreamt about this moment, of kissing Gerard? Far more often than you wanted to admit even to yourself. And you had certainly not imagined it to happen while you both were wearing layers and layers of carefully applied Halloween make-up.

His lips tasted powdery from the colours you had used, but when he kissed you deeper, a note of coffee and indescribable sweetness overwhelmed your senses, making you dizzy. As if Gerard had felt the reaction his kiss had on you, he brought his hands to your waist, pulling you closer to him, and kissing you harder. His body was soft and warm against yours, his clothes smooth under your hands. As you ran your fingers from his hair down his neck, you could feel tiny goosebumps rising underneath your fingertips, and he shivered, before he kissed you even harder.

He knew exactly what he wanted, you realised, as you let him take complete control over the kiss. He moved as if he had planned every single moment of this, as if he had imagined kissing you just as often as you had imagined kissing him. Both of his hands were placed at your waist now, pulling you in as close as possible, until your hip was flush to the cold porcelain of the sink he was seated on. His legs were on either side of you, not quite wrapped around you yet, just pressed to your side, warm, strong, stabilising you on your wobbly knees and keeping you close. You did not stop kissing until both of you were out of breath, but eventually, your lungs aching for oxygen, you pulled away.

Only then it really hit you, what had just happened. Gerard had kissed you, as if his life depended on it. Confused and shocked you stumbled a step back, taking in the man before you. His eyes were wide as he nervously tried interpreting your expression. A soft blush shimmered through the white powder, and the colour you so carefully had applied to his face was smeared around his lips in a mixture of the eyeshadow you had used for him, and your lip-gloss. He really did look like a Zombie who had just made out with someone with blue lipstick. If you could have seen your reflection in the mirror behind Gerard, you would have found you did not look much different.

With his feet dangling in the air, a few inches over the ground, Gerard watched you closely, as you blinked a few times in irritation and surprise before you carefully spoke up.

“What was that for?”

You could still taste him on your lips and tongue, the coffee and the sweetness, something so typically him and at the same time so much different from what you had imagined him to taste like.

Gerard gulped audibly at your question and averted his eyes embarrassedly. Fiddling around with the sleeves of his jacket, he took a deep breath, before looking up at you again.

“I know I hurt you by trying to distance myself from you recently,” Gerard suddenly blurted out. “I tried to convince myself that I wasn’t actually in love with you. But I am. And I’m sick of pretending I’m not.” His voice shook slightly as he talked, his still darkened eyes, pupils blown impossibly wide, staring at you, pleading you to understand. “I’m sorry if it makes things weird between us, but I can’t pretend to be someone I’m not. And I just happen to be someone who’s totally, head over heels, helplessly in love with you.”

His words took a moment to register for you, took a few seconds for you to understand them before you could reply.

“It doesn’t have to be weird,” you told him, stepping back closer.

Slowly you brought a hand up to his face, careful not to destroy the make-up you had made such an effort of applying. Immediately he snuggled into your touch, his eyes not leaving yours, until you moved forward and pressed your lips to his again, shorter, sweeter this time, but with just as fast beating heart.

Gerard’s eyes fluttered closed at the contact, and his lips pulled into a smile. When you leant back again, you took a closer look at his face once more. His cheeks were pink underneath the white make-up, making him look more alive than he was supposed to look.

“I’m in love with you too,” you whispered into the narrow space between you, making him smile. “So, so much.”

You weren’t sure if you had ever seen Gerard smile as brightly as he did in that moment. His face was all crunched up, teeth showing, eyes glimmering happily. With a quiet, almost disbelieving laugh he nudged his nose against yours, before he pulled you into a hug. His arms around you, his chest against yours, his nose buried in your hair were so familiar, so well known, and yet at the same time something entirely new. Before, when he had hugged you, it had been quick, casual good-bye hugs. But now he lingered, deeply inhaled the scent that clung to your hair as you tightened your arms around him.

When you eventually pulled away, you brushed your finger over his lips, spreading the colour which your kiss had left a little more evenly, before you gave him a nod.

“You’re all good to go,” you let him know. “The perfect Halloween look.”

Gerard grinned and shimmied off the sink he had been sitting on, watching you as you put away the products and utensils you had used. From the corner of your eyes you could see Gerard biting his lower lip, and almost you would have scolded him for endangering the face paint you had applied so carefully, but he spoke up quicker.

“Is it too bold to ask you to be mine?”

Surprised you looked up at him, before you smiled again and stepped closer to Gerard. Immediately his hands came up to your waist, and you could not help but feel like it was a motion he had waited for ages to be allowed to do.

“It’s not,” you whispered and softly pecked his lips again, intertwining your fingers with his.

Together you walked over to the door, and as you unlocked it, you couldn’t help but think about how about thirty minutes ago you had stepped in here, thinking Gerard might have enough of you. Turning around to him, it seemed as if he had read your thoughts, because his eyes met yours and he lifted your hand up, pressing his lips to your knuckles, the expression on his face an almost dreamy, happy smile. He didn’t have to put it into words, with the way he was looking at you now, to eradicate all doubt, but you could see it in his eyes: the promise to never pull away from you again.

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He’s so beautiful

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Demolition Lovers

“I will gladly break my heart for you.” - Sweet by Cigarettes After Sex

gerard way x fem!oc - juliette 

Summary: Gerard and Juliette argue for a bit but then have a little fun with the situation <3.

Warnings: bottom!gerard #sorrynotsorry & i mean yeah just smut <3

“Just listen to me for once. Please,” Gerard pleaded. 

Juliette could barely bring herself to look at him. The room started to feel like it was closing in, as if the air was weighing down on her. She didn’t want to be upset with him, of course, but Gerard had a particular way of getting under her skin at times. 

“I am listening to you. You’re just being an asshole.”

Gerard sighed and ran his hands through his hair. He knew he couldn’t control her, and that was something he enjoyed the most about her; but her safety was not something he was willing to compromise with.

“Juliette, you can’t honestly think I’m being unreasonable here. I know you want your privacy, but all I’m asking is for you to take up a little bit of extra security when you’re in public. That’s all.”

“Oh that’s all? You know what, you’re right. Thank you so much for forcing me to be surrounded by an entire entourage every fucking time I leave my house. That surely won’t draw any extra attention.”

“Don’t fucking do that. Don’t you dare turn this on me when I was worried sick about you after getting that call last night. I would’ve stopped the whole damn show if I had known beforehand.”

“My hero.”

He couldn’t stand the sarcasm and how it rolled off her tongue so naturally. He was only trying to protect her. What couldn’t she understand about that? He watched Juliette rub her shoulder as discreetly as she could, but nevertheless he still noticed. She had a few bruises down her legs, but the one on her shoulder had been the worst from the previous night’s debacle. 

Even though they had been together for quite some time now, Juliette typically failed to register that she was dating someone of a celebrity status. Of course, she was used to being in the spotlight a bit, but nothing could have prepared her for mobs of paparazzi that were determined to get any information out of her outside of the hotel. Juliette never even made it to the concert, but instead wasted the night in the hotel room, falling asleep before Gerard could make it back there. It had been a few months since the two had seen each other since the band was on tour, and now an entire night together had been ruined.

“Sweetheart, c’mon.”

“Fuck you,” she spit at him.

Gerard was failing miserably. He usually did when it came to fighting with her. Juliette had a venomous tongue that she often used to her own advantage. He wasn’t complaining, though. In fact, Gerard loved lighting a fire under her sometimes, but being on the receiving end wasn’t always a convenient outcome.

Juliette turned away from him and held onto the marble countertop. She only then realized that it was an unusually nice hotel that the band was staying at. Sure, they didn’t stay in roadside motels, but they never chose the five-star ones either. It was useless to the guys when all they really wanted was a place to drink and sleep after a show. 

He had done this for her. He found a nicer place for the two of them to spend their time together at, knowing she would’ve met him at a crumbling building if that’s what it took. Gerard still hadn’t spoken since she last did, and Juliette was now holding back tears, forcing herself to not look his way. One look into his eyes and she’d lose the whole battle that she selfishly started. 

“If,” he began with a quiet voice. “If you’ve gotta go…I understand.”

She couldn’t have heard that correctly. She was angry and that was obvious, but she’d never leave him, especially after a fight. “G,” she called out, still looking at her hands. “Come on, we said we wouldn’t do that.” 

“Then what are we doing?” he asked desperately. “We’ve been screaming at each other all morning, and clearly it's not getting us anywhere.”

For some reason she gained the courage to finally turn around and look at him, really look at him. His roots were slightly overgrown and his natural color was beginning to peek under the red a bit, but she loved it either way. His eyes sparkled and she smiled at the specks of green that were visible in the morning light. Juliette could look at him for hours and never grow tired of it. She wanted to be with him, God she wanted it more than anything in the world right now, but she couldn’t let this go. Her stubbornness often got the best of her, but it was times like this that she wished she could 

Gerard ran his hand through his hair and let out a frustrated sigh. She watched him pace back and forth with his hands on his hips, trying to see it her way but never getting to that conclusion. An idea popped into Juliette’s head while she stared at him. Maybe it was the fact that they hadn’t seen each other in weeks, but she couldn’t stop thinking about ripping Gerard’s clothes off. He had thrown on his regular black jeans with a muscle tank that did anything but leave any of his body up to the imagination. 

“You’re right. Yelling isn’t going to get us anywhere.”

Gerard stopped his movements and looked closely at his girlfriend. She had that tone that she only used when they were in bed or when she wanted him.

“Juliette,” his voice was stern as he tried to deescalate the situation she was trying to create. Of course he wanted to fuck her, but the minute he would let that happen, he would officially lose the fight. 

“If fighting isn’t going to help then maybe we should try something else.”

Their eyes were now locked. He didn’t dare to speak because he could not be sure that coherent words would leave his mouth. It was as if the rest of the world was gone except for them. He was watching her and she was watching him, both waiting for a move to be made. Gerard’s jeans struggled to contain what was growing inside them and Juliette had been with him long enough to know that she was so close to making him hers. He was practically hard every time he looked at her and the tension was only growing with her sultry voice. 

Juliette began to carefully make her way towards him, her eyes never leaving his. She got painstakingly close to Gerard and watched him swallow to contain what little dignity he had left.

Her hands wrapped around his neck and began to play with the hairs at the base of it, gently gliding one hand through the rest of his hair. He relaxed into her touch with ease. They hadn’t touched each other in weeks and the feeling of her hands was almost enough to make him cum.

“Come on, baby. Let’s forget about everything for a while and just–”

“I’m not gonna fuck you.”

He had gripped onto her waist without even realizing it, the close proximity driving him wild. Juliette pouted and stared up under her eyelashes. She’d never fold while she was this far ahead of him, but playing around wasn’t harmful. 

“Fine,” she said. “Then I’ll fuck you.”

His eyes lit up, filled with desire. The argument had completely dissolved from his mind, the only thing on it being Juliette. She flickered her eyes towards his lips and kept them there, tempting him. Gerard’s eyes followed hers and went down towards her lips. He had missed her terribly and wished he could make it so that they were the only two in the world. He gently lifted her chin towards him so that he could capture her lips properly. Juliette moaned into his mouth instantly, not realizing how much she truly missed him. Spending so much time apart was not easy for either of them and they forgot what it was like to be consumed by each other. She depended the kiss and eventually put her hands on his chest, searching for the hem of his shirt in order to pull it off of him.

“You’re eager, aren’t ya?” 

“Oh like you’re not?” she said with a smirk playing on her lips. He realized she was referring to the growing bulge in his pants and let out a breathy laugh in response.

Juliette grabbed his shirt and pulled him back into her, ravaging his lips like a starved woman. The pair worked to rip their clothes off, but she made sure to leave her panties on because she knew how much he enjoyed taking them off.

“God, I missed you,” he said with only his boxers hanging loosely on his waist.

He cupped her breasts and bent down on his knees, pinching each nipple just enough to get a reaction out of her. Juliette’s hands found their way to his hair and tugged while he left kisses down her stomach. 

He grabbed her panties with his teeth and pulled them off of her as slowly as he possibly could, growing much harder in the process.

He kept kissing down from her stomach, and once his lips found her slit he pulled back. She was pulling his hair and begging him to keep going but quickly realized that she couldn’t give in that easily.

She dragged her nails around his head and gently urged him to look up at her with her fingers. Gerard was on his knees, vulnerable, one of her hands in his hair, and the other cupped around his jaw. “Maybe you misheard me, sugar,” she spoke softly as her hand caressed his face. “I’m going first. Let’s go.”

She grabbed his hand and led him to the bed where she pushed him onto his back. Gerard jolted a bit, not quite expecting that, but not upset by it either. 

With that, Juliette crawled on top of the bed and crashed her lips with his. He pulled her closer to him, though their bodies were already as close as humanly possible, he never felt like it was enough. Her breasts rubbing against him drove him wild and she could feel him growing harder beneath her. The anticipation was killing him and hoped to God that she followed through with what she said.

She pulled away from him and stood up so that she could tease him the same way he did with her. She grabbed Gerard’s boxers and pulled them off at a painful speed, making sure to kiss his inner thighs on the way down.

“Juliette,” he whined, “You better fuck me like you said or else-”

“Calm down, baby,” she said softly.

Juliette climbed back on top of the bed and Gerard. She wasted no time in crawling on his lap and rubbing herself at the base of his stomach in order to rile him up.

“Jesus, J.”

The two of them were getting off to the sound of their breathing slowly increasing.Without any warning Juliette took him into her hands and slowly stroked his length. Low whimpers escaped from him while he was twitching in her hand. She stared down at him as she collected her saliva and slowly let it fall out of her mouth and onto his throbbing cock. The second it connected with his skin he shivered. Gerard’s eyes were rolling back, and she had barely even done anything.

Her hand pumped him as lazily as she could, making sure to play with his tip every time she got back to it. Gerard was painting and reached for Juliette, but she waved his hands off. There was no way she was going to let him take over. She dove down and carefully licked his tip with her tongue, causing his breath to falter.

After a few torturous minutes of edging him on, Juliette lined him up with her entrance. Gerard was shaking and doing anything he could to keep his eyes on hers. They were staring lovingly at each other, ready to finally be one after so many months alone.

She slid down and they moaned in unison at the immediate pleasure. They stayed there for a moment, both too nervous to move and ruin the euphoric feeling for the other person. Juliette slowly started grinding against him and forgot about the entire world around her.

Right now there was nobody except for them. Gerard and Juliette were finally connected and nobody was there to rip them apart or pry. He started putting in work so that Juliette did not get to have all the fun and lightly thrusted into her while she bounced on top of him. His hands went to her sides and held onto them hungrily. It was almost as if he was making sure she could not go anywhere, even though he was well aware that she could not. Part of him was terrified of losing her altogether and it eased his mind to know he could physically ground her for now.

Juliette grabbed her own breasts while writhing under the pleasure, and Gerard could hardly stay calm anymore. His breath picked up slightly, as did his thrusts into her. He made sure to grip even tighter onto her hips since her hands were roaming elsewhere and not supporting her own upper-body. He wouldn’t dare to stop her, though, as the sight was something out of one of his fantasies. The sound of her soaking cunt colliding with his body was enough to drive him insane and lose all sense of decency. 

Gerard’s eyes rolled back until he was almost looking at the bed frame, his own pleasure taking over and producing a string of moans and heavy breathing along with it. 

“Jesus, baby,” he groaned.

“You enjoy being my slut, don’t you?”

“You,” he grunted. “You know I fuckin’ do.”

He had truly never been as in love with a woman as he was with Juliette. Everything she did was just right. He was enthralled by every movement she made, every word she spoke, every single thing he had come to watch her do throughout their relationship. He would devour her in a second if she allowed it, but she rarely ever did. She appreciated the fact that he let her have control most of the time, though. That had not been a common feature in any of Juliette’s past relationships, but Gerard was more than happy to try anything out with her. If he was being honest, he would let Juliette have her way with him every time they made love if that would make her happy. There was something so magical about the confidence that overcame her when she got on top of him. He never grew tired of watching her and he didn’t think it was possible that he ever could. 

Juliette suddenly placed her hands on his chest as his thrusts were not seeming to slow down at all. She arched her back and made sure to grind on him whenever they came into contact, causing more whimpers to find their way out of Gerard. 

He couldn’t even get a sentence out as one of her hands made their way up his chest and settled on his neck. The sight on top of him was one that he’d remember forever. She looked down at him, her body moving in sync with his, and her fingers wrapped around his throat. 

“Come on, baby,” she purred. “Don’t be scared.” 

She was teasing him and he hated to admit that he enjoyed it. His fingers were practically tearing apart her skin as he got closer and closer to finishing inside of her. The thought excited him, even if they had stopped using condoms years ago. She always had a way of driving him mad no matter what. 

Juliette moved to grasp his lips while she was still able to. She bit down on his bottom lip, pulling it back and playing with it between her teeth. Her hand was still hooked around his throat – not squeezing it, but just holding on to him.

“Juliette…I,” he forced the words out.

“Come on. Use your words, G.”

 “God, I love you.”

She smiled into the kiss that she planted on his cheek. Her body was still moving with his and her own moans were beginning to grow intense, just as his were. “I love you,” she replied.

Juliette’s fingers moved down to her clit and rubbed it as fast as she could. She matched her rhythm with the rhythm of her bouncing on his dick. The combined pleasure from Gerard and herself finally brought her to her climax while he was still going. 

Gerard watched as her body jerked and she tightened around his cock. His eyes almost bulged out of his head at the feeling, but he remembered to grab onto her and massaged one of her tits while she rode out her high on him. Once she finished, her head was hanging off her shoulders and her hair, drenched in sweat, clung to her shoulders.

“You close, baby?” she asked him breathlessly.

He didn’t have to answer, though, because he began to twitch inside of her and Juliette knew it was only a matter of seconds before he spilled into her. To her surprise, he kept going for a minute longer until he finally released himself and she smiled down at him with her hand still around him. She learned over and kissed him as softly as she could, afraid he would break into pieces in front of her. 

They stayed like that for longer than they probably should have before Juliette finally disconnected with him and rolled her body next to his. She heard a low whimper come from Gerard and she rolled her eyes playfully. Just as she reached for his chest, Gerard moved off the bed and stood at the foot of it, staring at her. 

“It’s my turn now, sugar.”

She always called him that to mock him, but in reality, it gave her butterflies when he used the pet name for her. Juliette smiled and propped herself with her elbows so she could get a better look at him. His cheeks were flushed and his hair was tossed in all sorts of directions – the way she loved it the most. His lips were slightly parted as he stared down between her legs. A faint red mark was left on his throat from where her hand had been. 

She certainly wasn’t going to deny his fun, not after she kept him on edge for much longer than he would have liked. Gerard crawled on the bed, never taking his eyes off her, and positioned Juliette so that her head was under the pillow and he was given enough room at the bottom of the bed. 

Although she had bent her legs for him already, he gently pushed them back farther for better access. His hands were placed on the inside of her thighs, just inches away from where she wanted them to be. She was aching for him, dripping at the sight of his lips leaving sloppy kisses all over her abdomen.

“Gerard-”

“You gotta tell me what you want, honey.”

He continued to pepper her with kisses and teased her opening a bit with his nose, which drove the woman to insanity.

“God…you. I want you, please,” she begged. In fact, her voice cracked, letting Gerard know he had her completely under his control

He licked a painfully long stripe against her cunt and kept his hands wrapped around her thighs so that he could hold her still. “Holy shit,” she cried out. His tongue began to make quick motions against her, and Juliette thrashed her head against the pillow.

He inserted one finger and waited for Juliette’s reaction, his eyes watching hers from between her thighs. She immediately grabbed ahold of his hair and tugged it harder than she ever had before. It only turned him on more, causing him to swirl his tongue even faster. She was throbbing and tightening around his finger, so much so that he added a second one to send her over the edge. 

“Gerard, I’m…I think–”

“Just hold on for a little longer, alright?”

He blew a hot breath on her folds that forced a chill to run throughout her body. Her hands yanked even tighter on the roots of his hair making him chuckle against her skin. He knew she was growing impatient, but it was nothing like what she put him through earlier. She happily obliged, though, and held out for as long as she could. 

Without any warning, Gerard pulled his soaked fingers out of her and sat up so that his tongue was no longer near her. “Why’d,” she took a deep breath. “Why did you stop?”

“Promise me you’ll keep more security around you.”

“Oh Jesus, Gerard. Are you fucking kidding me?”

She was fuming but tried her best to remain calm so that the pleasure could stay in her body as long as possible. He was so close to finishing her, and she was not going to let him take that away.

“Promise me, and I’ll keep going. I’m serious, Juliette.” 

She stayed silent and brought one of her hands down to her clit, trying to keep herself amused while he tormented her. She stared at his face, wet from her own juices getting all over him, and she tried to use that to her advantage. She wanted him, though. She had spent countless nights touching herself to the thought of him, but now he was here. He was standing in front of her, ready to ravage her if she asked for it. 

“Fine. Sit there and play with yourself then.”

He turned around to search for his discarded clothes but she shouted for him to stop. Gerard smirked to himself, knowing he had finally won against her. It was a victory that didn’t come often, so when it did, he celebrated internally. 

“Okay,” she grunted.

“What was that?”

“Okay. I’ll take more security with me when I’m out. Not a lot. The most I can promise you is one extra guy. I already have one.”

“Two,” he insisted.

“God, fine! Whatever – two guys then.”

Gerard turned back around and smiled sweetly at her. Of course he was happy she finally gave in, but he was just glad she’d hopefully be a little safer now. Winning over her meant nothing to him except for the fact that his mind was finally at ease. Gerard wasn’t a very confrontational person, but when it came to Juliette, he’d kill for her. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her.

“You’re such a fucking dick,” she laughed.

His head swooped back down without any notice and he continued right where he left off. Juliette covered her mouth to avoid letting out the cry that was building up inside of her. “I wanna hear you, baby,” he mumbled against her clit. The vibrations sent a shock throughout her body and that familiar feeling was growing inside of her. Her climax came soon after and Gerard pulled his fingers from her as slowly as he could. He brought his face up to hers and shoved his two fingers in her mouth, watching as she easily accepted them. She sucked everything off of them until he went back down. Gerard nearly glistened under her. She was still pouring onto his face and watched as he licked every drop from her.

“You’re incredible, you know that?” she asked with her eyes staring at the ceiling. One of her hands went back to his hair and played with it a little.

Gerard laughed and kissed her thighs a few more times before finally sitting up. He ran his hands up and down her sides as a way to comfort her while she came down from her high and kissed the corners of her mouth. Juliette could hardly speak, so instead she just wrapped her arms around him and kissed him until the two ran out of oxygen. They were panting in each other’s faces but she had never been happier.

He was completely lost in the blue hue of her eyes. They were glossy and slightly wet from the frustration of the previous activity. His thumb moved gently over her cheek as a way to show his affection. The argument from earlier was entirely forgotten as the pair just frantically kissed each other. 

After a while of laying on top of each other, Gerard got up and pulled Juliette under the covers with him. They didn’t say a word to each other because the two were completely out of breath and just wanted to lay in silence with each other. She had her head on his chest and intertwined their legs so that there was no way for them to possibly separate from one another.

Gerard stroked her arm and played with her fingers with his other hand. Their breathing eventually lined up and Juliette moved to turn off the light so that they could fall asleep in each other’s arms. It was the morning, but Gerard had the entire day off, meaning they could stay like this for hours if they intended. 

“I can’t believe I got you to finally give up.”

She slapped his chest while laughing and looked at the small smile that was growing on his face. 

“Yeah, well, you cheated.”

She could pretend to be mad at him all she wanted but they both knew they were in too deep for that. She had never felt such adoration for someone as she did when she looked at Gerard. 

Looking into his eyes could ease any pain she had and he was doing just that right now. 

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine Gerard taking you shopping after you eat the magical cupcake.

You turned back and forth in front of the dressing room mirror, noticing for the first time the changes that were in your body. The magical cupcake had made you go up a full size, making your clothes uncomfortably tight. This of course meant that you needed more clothes, and your boyfriend Gerard very helpfully decided to give up some of his spare time to go shopping with you. You were fitted by the store clerk, and you were trying on the first dress in your new size. It was strange, seeing your body like this. To see a new plumpness to your skin. You looked this way and that, taking in your legs, your ass, your expanded chest.

“You alright, sugar? You’ve been in there a while,” Gerard said from the other side of the curtain. Biting the inside of your cheek, you opened it up to let him see what you had been looking at. Every gal needed a little black dress, and this one was little, showing off those calves, those thighs. Gerard’s eyes greedily took it all in, from toe up to the top of your head. “You look beautiful.”

“Do you think so?” You asked, turning around to show him the back and to look in the mirror again. “It feels a little weird, seeing myself like this. It’s like ... I’m blursed.”

“You’re - what?” Gerard asked, eyes still very focused on the curve of your behind. He slipped his hands behind his back, holding them there so that he wouldn’t just grab hold and give those cheeks a squeezed.

“Like blessed curse. I still feel cute,” You admitted, patting down your body. “But also I’m not ... you know, as thin as maybe you would want me to-”

“Don’t even finish that sentence,” Gerard demanded. “I happen to like having more of you to love.”

“Is everything fitting okay?” The store clerk asked, coming up behind Gerard.

“Yeah,” You said, nodding, smiling. “It’s great. I’ll be taking this one for sure.” Especially with that reaction from Gerard, you knew that you had to.

“Excellent! Call if you need any help,” She said with a smile of her own, and went to go attend to another customer. You started to close the curtain so that you could change into the next outfit, but paused, sticking your head out.

“You know, I’ll need some new bras and panties too....” You mused. “Do you want to help me pick some out next?”

“You’re gonna kill me, woman.”

Requested by: Anonymous

Sequel to: Imagine eating a magical cupcake and gaining a little weight, but Gerard still finding you attractive.

[blessthismessforme]

weirdly looking up Gerard Way imagines (as a 25 year old lady) and it's fucking insane the amount of vampires, zombies, and werewolves story lines there are 😂😂😂 back in my day (when I was a 16 year old lady) it was all *teacher* Gerard fics about having a borderline not okay relationship with an 18 yr old 😂😂😂 bring THAT shit back I'm damaged

[ilovepriestgerard]

The way Brendon Urie is the most unrealistic part of us seeing Dan and Phil walking into a stage kissing holding a gay pride flag while mcr plays The Black Parade onstage with Fall Out Boy this year is craaaaazy...

[wamscoastsmokerrr]

no but seriously imagine it:

You’re seeing fall out boy at the wwwy festival 2024. Everyone is having a great time. Fall out boy seem a little excited. “We have a surprise for you guys.” Patrick says. All of a sudden Cobra Starship comes out and start singing “the kids are all fucked up.” When Gabe gets to the chorus, someone else starts singing…
“When I was a young boy my father took me into the city to see a marching band.”
Lights flash everywhere, and you see FOB singing “the kids are all fucked up” along with Cobra Starship, while MCR is singing “Black parade”. Everyone in the crowd is going wild and crying. Then if things couldn’t get any better, Dan and Phil walk onto stage and kiss, holding the gay flag.

[moonxmagix]

Need someone to write vampire fan fiction about THIS version of Gerard and if not I will not hesitate to take it into my own hands

[partypoisonzz]

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.

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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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[offonmyown]

i’m sorry but I just cannot get over the fact that gerard arthur way decided to pull a bait and switch like “hmmhaw for the first few shows I will be Normal :)” and dress as Just Some Guy before doing a full 180 and pulling out his normal theatrical BS like we all know and love while the other three are just on stage like “yeah just another thursday” and we’re just going feral over it like. yeah. that’s our gerard.

[finch-kid]

where would we be as a society without gerard way's usage of religious imagery?

[ratdaddy666]

Me to Gerard me to😔✊