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Basement Gerard definitely tastes like Beef Raman noodles and grease <3

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𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐃𝐨 𝐈𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

(𝐃𝐨𝐦) 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐲 𝐱 (𝐒𝐮𝐛) 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

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•𝙈𝘿𝙉𝙄• 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙮 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙩, 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙨, 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙨•

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•𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙗 + 𝙨𝙝𝙚/𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙨•

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜! 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙨: 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘥𝘰𝘮/𝘴𝘶𝘣, 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨

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“Yeah angel you like that?“ Mikey had you held down as he thrusted into you relentlessly. One hand was firmly wrapped around your neck as the other ran circles on your aching bud. “A-ah s’much please.” It was almost impossible to form thoughts, your brain melting away as all you could feel and think about was Mikey’s cock filling you up to the brim. His thrusts got more and more intense, hitting that exact spot that had you rolling your eyes back seeing stars. “Aw baby you look so adorable all fucked out for me, you can’t even think.” Mikey smirked seeing you so out of it for him, so vulnerable as he pounded his thick cock in and out of you, quickly reaching the edge as your walls began to tighten around him. “M-Mikey m’gonna cum please.” “Beg for it sugar, beg for me to let you cum.” As you were teetering over the edge you let out what you could for him, “P-please Mikey don’t stop I’ll be good!” He would normally deny you a little longer, but as your slick walls milked his already aching dick he couldn’t resist that release. “A-ah good girl, cum for me baby cum all over my cock.” Those words were all you needed to hear as you felt that knot come undone in your lower stomach, your release pooling out of you onto Mikey’s cock. It didn’t take him long to finish as your walls choked his dick. “Ohhh, fuck baby m’ cumming.” Mikey’s thrusts became harder and slower as you felt him shoot ropes into you before collapsing onto you.

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𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜! 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚’𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙩! 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙄 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙄 𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧𝙨.

-𝙚𝙡

[thoughtsofatransboy]

why do you look at someone who's hurting you like that

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im so sad gerard doesnt moan during live performances anymore cuz I think hearing them moan now that their voice has gotten high pitched with age would blow my dick clean off

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*sniff sniff sniffffffff sniff*

I dunno gee this smells like shit.....r they rly gonna make me drink this?

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rare Mikey pic

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i need rory culkin on ahs

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reblog if you think gerard way ray toro mikey way and frank iero should do a collab

[thoughtsofatransboy]

TODAY, WE CELEBRATE

I GOT A BINDER THAT ACTUALLY WORKS, THIS IS SUCH A W

[thoughtsofatransboy]

I hope you know you're really worth it.

Hello fellas!! Are you guys doing well? Sleeping and eating? I hope yes! I'm happy to be back writing by my own will, not just for full fill requests (something my little burnout brain can't do perfectly) There's another MCR fanfic, since this fellas are the reason I smile everyday 👾

Warnings: This fic contains pet names such as: angel, sweetheart, darling and pretty thing; multiartist!reader, sex, gn!reader, implicit afab!reader (I'll try my best to not describe genitals), kind of dom!Frank Iero, grammar mistakes cuz my English sucks. Some angst and a scar (implicit SH) mention. If any of this things can make you feel uncomfortable, feel free to leave and maybe read something else from my blog

1st of August, another month, another week, another day. Honestly, your life's being a stupid watercolor blur, the hours and the moments and the pain just mix with your emptiness.

You've been feeling real down, a horrible self-esteem and lack of creativity. Basically, you're experiencing a severe burnout. Being an artist, you know how much the quality of your creations tends to decrease when you're going through something like this.

But... in the middle of your chaotic situation, you have someone who can always make you laugh, flush, giggle, smile and have pleasure. Your beloved one, Frank Iero. Which you call as "Frankie"... You can't understand how you got so lucky in your life to have someone as sweet as him to love and take care of you.

Well, as sweet and adorable as it looks like, you've been having struggles with him too. Not because of his actions, but because of your fear of losing him. Anytime you went to a walk with him, and you see him looking to someone, you couldn't help but feel insecure, afraid that he might be desiring them.

You know it's just some paranoia and he would never do something like this to you, at least is what your rational part wants you to believe.

8 p.m, you're laid down on your sofa, with a small blanket covering your legs. You're waiting for Frank to arrive home. You're looking around your living room, trying to distract yourself from the scars on your arm, they really aren't helping your self-esteem. You notice that your cat is there, she seems happy, meowing around and chasing a little fly. God... How much you wish you were happy like a cat.

You couldn't do anything but feel overwhelmed with your pain. Your work, art, family, your partner, yourself. Before you could notice, you're collapsing into tears, and so focused in your crying, you don't listen to the key turning in the door. Frank arrived, but instead of a happy partner, he finds you crying and hopelessly on the couch.

"Sweetheart! Are you ok?" Frank said, no taking too long to go towards the couch and hug you. "Shh... shh... it's ok... I'm here, it will be fine.." Honestly that's all you needed. You let yourself focus on the moment, while he strokes your hair gently. After some minutes in completely silence, he decides to ask. "What happened angel? Why were you crying?" You really want to answer him, but all you could say was "Frankie, am I worth your love?"

Frank was surprised, there wasn't many questions in this world that would make him feel so sad as he was now. He wasn't showing his partner enough love? How could he be so fool to let his own partner think something like this?

"Oh sweetheart... you are the prettiest person I ever met in my whole life. Of course you're worth it" You finally could feel yourself calming down a little, In the heat of the moment, he kisses you on the lips, sweet but really sloppy.

What was supposed to be an innocent little kiss turns into a make out session, with some naughty hands and pleasure moans. Your tears couldn't even be noticed anymore, they're drying more and more as Frank caress your face with so much caring and love.

You're senses are filled by his scent, your body sensitive to his hands caressing through your favorite spots. He breaks the kiss, not gasping for air, but on the way to kiss and suck at your neck.

His kisses send shivers down your spine and his hickeys makes you feel something else down there. He seems more desperate than you, alternating between kissing you mouth and your neck.

Noticing that you're aroused, Frank finally decides to act, passing his hands through your body, until he arrives your waistband, lowering your pajama pants down. Getting on top of you, he starts grinding against your crotch in anticipation.

"Darling, I wish I could give you my eyes... My ears... My thoughts, so you could understand that everything you do is incredible, so you could see yourself the way I see you" His soft words making the perfect contrast with his hands lowering your underwear in a quick movement, throwing it somewhere on the floor.

"Frankie, I love you so much" he smiled to you. He starts to undo his belt, getting rid of his pants and underwear, not bothering in looking where he threw it at. Oh, how could you hold yourself when he is stroking his cock while looking in your eyes? You left out a desperate whine. "Please! C'mon Frankie!"

Who he is to deny you your pleasure? He aligned himself to your entrance, before pushing in slowly and delicate, making you let out sweet moans and some curses. You and Frankie mostly fuck, but not today, today he was making love to you, passionate and pleasuring love.

His thrusts delicate but deep, a sensual pace that made him be able to touch all your sweet spots. Your hole clenching around him, your bodies so connected and heated, his sweating face, your moans, his whines. All of this was too much for you, you couldn't help but let it out go, cumming without advise.

"Hell yeah! Pretty thing... so beautiful when you cum" his attention suddenly goes to your neck, once again he decided to use all his effort to mark your neck. Despite he never stops the rhythm of his thrusts while he goes to your neck, his legs are shaking a little, his moans are getting louder. A sign that he's going to cum very soon.

After some minutes, he couldn't help anymore, cumming inside of you. Collapsing over the couch, next to you. "Hey sweetheart... I hope you know you're really worth it" with a small giggle, you let yourself fall asleep slowly next to your love. Maybe you still going to have troubles to create and maybe you still feel a little sad... But at least you have the sweetest lover in the world, right there for you.

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good evening

[thoughtsofatransboy]

SHUT THE FUCK UP SHUT THE FUCK UP SHUT THE FUCK UP SHUT THE FUCK UP SHUT THE FUCK UP SHUT THE FUCK UP SHUT THE FUCK UP SHUT THE FUCK UP SHUT THE FUCK UP SHUT THE FUCK UP SHUT THE FUCK UP SHUT THE FUCK UP

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Long Ride p.2

A/n: Sorry for being so inactive lately, I went on a trip and then when I got back my dog ate my Wi-Fi and I couldn't post. I have been writing a bit so expect a few more posts soon, until then someone asked for a part two of this so I did the best I could. Glad to be posting again :'3 Warnings: Smut, car sex, unprotected sex, age gap, oral (m receiving), I think that's it but if you think I forgot anything please let me know :3

Link to part 1

You kept driving. The oldies station, though Slash would complain about the whole music industry to you if you called it that to his face, was playing on the radio in the background.

More boring buildings passed and your insides ached, craving something to stuff you nice and full once more.

You reached to undo Slash’s jeans but he slapped your hand away. “What are you doing?” He asked in a stern tone. “I just fucked you, how much dick do you need?” He sounded much angrier than he was, he was just as needy as you were, maybe even a little more since he didn’t get to finish.

“Why don’t you get to finish?” You asked in a soft voice. Slash let out an annoyed sigh and took a turn. After some more driving you saw the same colourful buildings you were used to.

Slash turned into a semi-packed parking lot and took out his phone to make a call. “Hey, sorry for the short notice,” he started in that sweet voice he uses with anyone he’s not totally comfortable with, interviewers and the likes, “I was just hoping you wouldn’t mind meeting me at a different place? I can’t make it to that restaurant right now, I’m sorry.” He explained. You listened intently to him as he spoke on the phone.

He soon hung up and turned to you, his demeaner changing completely. “So, we’re going to go in there,” he points to the sleazy restaurant/bar that was definitely a strip club at some point in its long life, “we’re gonna get a table and you’re going to get under it and suck me off, alright?” You bit your lip and nodded.

You both got out of the car and made your way to the building, a small hop in your step. Slash shook his head at you but you knew he loved it just as much as you did.

There was a short line of people already waiting but the host brought you both in quickly and sat you at a VIP table near the back. “You used to come here a lot?” You asked as you got in the booth with Slash.

“Where do you think I got this idea?” He pointed out as he took the menu’s from the waiter. His phone chimed and he checked it. “He’s almost here.” He said and gave a small pat to your thigh, signalling for you to get under the table.

With the direction Slash was sitting and the table cloth you could barely tell there was someone under the table, it was something you had to be looking for and surely no one would be. The place was dimly lit, Slash had his signiture top hat and glasses on, it was pretty much impossible for anyone to see what he was really thinking so pulling this off would be easy.

The man Slash had to meet with arrived and they got to talking. You already had him down your throat, trying not to move too much. You didn’t want to move and make him make noise. You thought you couldn’t take any chances, yet Slash still prompted you to move.

He cleared his throat and gave your cheek a small pat as he adjusted in his seat, making it easier for you to take him all down your throat. You pulled back a bit, leaving just the tip in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around him, starting to bob your head up and down his length.

You could feel Slash was close, the way he pulsed in your throat made you gag and all you could do was hope the man wouldn’t pay any attention to it. You took Slash’s balls in your hand, massaging them the way you know he likes. He tried to push your hand away but couldn’t bring himself to.

Looking up at him from your place between his thighs you could see he was covering his mouth with one ring clad hand. You could just barely see under his glasses, his eyes fluttered open and shut, starting to roll to the back of his head.

Clink.

Your heart stopped.

“Oh, I’m so clumsy.” The man said with a soft chuckle as he reached for the fork he dropped.

“No, no, uh, let me- let me get it for you.” Slash stumbled and reached for the silverware on the ground. He lightly kicked you and you quickly got the fork and gave it to him.

“Ah, Slash, ever the charmer.” The man joked, Slash chuckled in response as if he wasn’t twitching to watch you swallow his seed.

The dinner didn’t last much longer, the man got up and left you two alone. Slash still hadn’t finished, the fork caught the both of you off guard and had your minds full. Needless to say Slash was eager to get you out of there.

As you walked back to the car you could hear Slash breathing heavy in your ear and he was holding you tightly to his side as his legs were shaking a bit. You loved seeing this side of him, the side that was a little more on the submissive end, the side that nuzzled your neck and couldn’t say anything but praise.

The backseat was your choice, the both of you quickly freeing yourselves of your clothes. Slash cock once again sprung free of its confines, of course he wanted to see your tits more than anything and got your shirt off as well. Soon both of your clothes, underwear and all, were in a small pile on the floor.

You straddled Slash’s lap, his strong arms wrapped tightly around you and his face was shoved in the crook of your neck, just as you had expected him to do once he got a hold of you.

You were moving in sync to reach your high’s, savoring the feeling of rubbing against each other in all the right places. “Hah~ Fuck- so pretty, keep doing that, ngh~ feels-feels so good.” Slash mumbled, not even having the energy to try and hide his moans anymore, of course you didn’t either and the car filled with a sweet melody as you got closer and closer to the edge, that familiar warmth building in your gut.

“Fuck- daddy, daddy, ‘m gonna cum.” You whimpered in his ear.

“Good girl, cum for me, cum for me, please-” The little bit of a dominant mask he still had was fading faster, just the thought of what was to come was enough for you to finish around him. Your head fell back but Slash caught it and pulled you closer to him, helplessly rutting up into you, chasing his own release. “Fuck- please, please, need to cum, ‘m so close.” He mumbled, starting to ramble on.

Now it was your time to hold him. Still coming down you held his head to your neck. Your legs shook and your insides ached yet you still managed to work your hips with his. “Go on then, cum for mommy.” You said with a soft, tired smile. Slash let out a loud moan, bucking into you a few more times as his cum spilled into you.

You stayed there for several moments, breaths heavy and minds running wild. When Slash finally got his composure back he pulled away from you, though still holding you close. “Did you call yourself mommy?” He asked, his voice silky and sweet like honey.

You shrugged and curled up in his arms. “You were the one begging, I thought it was only fair.” He chuckled, adjusting the way you both were sitting to be more comfortable in the small backseat.

[thoughtsofatransboy]

I hope you know you're really worth it.

Hello fellas!! Are you guys doing well? Sleeping and eating? I hope yes! I'm happy to be back writing by my own will, not just for full fill requests (something my little burnout brain can't do perfectly) There's another MCR fanfic, since this fellas are the reason I smile everyday 👾

Warnings: This fic contains pet names such as: angel, sweetheart, darling and pretty thing; multiartist!reader, sex, gn!reader, implicit afab!reader (I'll try my best to not describe genitals), kind of dom!Frank Iero, grammar mistakes cuz my English sucks. Some angst and a scar (implicit SH) mention. If any of this things can make you feel uncomfortable, feel free to leave and maybe read something else from my blog

1st of August, another month, another week, another day. Honestly, your life's being a stupid watercolor blur, the hours and the moments and the pain just mix with your emptiness.

You've been feeling real down, a horrible self-esteem and lack of creativity. Basically, you're experiencing a severe burnout. Being an artist, you know how much the quality of your creations tends to decrease when you're going through something like this.

But... in the middle of your chaotic situation, you have someone who can always make you laugh, flush, giggle, smile and have pleasure. Your beloved one, Frank Iero. Which you call as "Frankie"... You can't understand how you got so lucky in your life to have someone as sweet as him to love and take care of you.

Well, as sweet and adorable as it looks like, you've been having struggles with him too. Not because of his actions, but because of your fear of losing him. Anytime you went to a walk with him, and you see him looking to someone, you couldn't help but feel insecure, afraid that he might be desiring them.

You know it's just some paranoia and he would never do something like this to you, at least is what your rational part wants you to believe.

8 p.m, you're laid down on your sofa, with a small blanket covering your legs. You're waiting for Frank to arrive home. You're looking around your living room, trying to distract yourself from the scars on your arm, they really aren't helping your self-esteem. You notice that your cat is there, she seems happy, meowing around and chasing a little fly. God... How much you wish you were happy like a cat.

You couldn't do anything but feel overwhelmed with your pain. Your work, art, family, your partner, yourself. Before you could notice, you're collapsing into tears, and so focused in your crying, you don't listen to the key turning in the door. Frank arrived, but instead of a happy partner, he finds you crying and hopelessly on the couch.

"Sweetheart! Are you ok?" Frank said, no taking too long to go towards the couch and hug you. "Shh... shh... it's ok... I'm here, it will be fine.." Honestly that's all you needed. You let yourself focus on the moment, while he strokes your hair gently. After some minutes in completely silence, he decides to ask. "What happened angel? Why were you crying?" You really want to answer him, but all you could say was "Frankie, am I worth your love?"

Frank was surprised, there wasn't many questions in this world that would make him feel so sad as he was now. He wasn't showing his partner enough love? How could he be so fool to let his own partner think something like this?

"Oh sweetheart... you are the prettiest person I ever met in my whole life. Of course you're worth it" You finally could feel yourself calming down a little, In the heat of the moment, he kisses you on the lips, sweet but really sloppy.

What was supposed to be an innocent little kiss turns into a make out session, with some naughty hands and pleasure moans. Your tears couldn't even be noticed anymore, they're drying more and more as Frank caress your face with so much caring and love.

You're senses are filled by his scent, your body sensitive to his hands caressing through your favorite spots. He breaks the kiss, not gasping for air, but on the way to kiss and suck at your neck.

His kisses send shivers down your spine and his hickeys makes you feel something else down there. He seems more desperate than you, alternating between kissing you mouth and your neck.

Noticing that you're aroused, Frank finally decides to act, passing his hands through your body, until he arrives your waistband, lowering your pajama pants down. Getting on top of you, he starts grinding against your crotch in anticipation.

"Darling, I wish I could give you my eyes... My ears... My thoughts, so you could understand that everything you do is incredible, so you could see yourself the way I see you" His soft words making the perfect contrast with his hands lowering your underwear in a quick movement, throwing it somewhere on the floor.

"Frankie, I love you so much" he smiled to you. He starts to undo his belt, getting rid of his pants and underwear, not bothering in looking where he threw it at. Oh, how could you hold yourself when he is stroking his cock while looking in your eyes? You left out a desperate whine. "Please! C'mon Frankie!"

Who he is to deny you your pleasure? He aligned himself to your entrance, before pushing in slowly and delicate, making you let out sweet moans and some curses. You and Frankie mostly fuck, but not today, today he was making love to you, passionate and pleasuring love.

His thrusts delicate but deep, a sensual pace that made him be able to touch all your sweet spots. Your hole clenching around him, your bodies so connected and heated, his sweating face, your moans, his whines. All of this was too much for you, you couldn't help but let it out go, cumming without advise.

"Hell yeah! Pretty thing... so beautiful when you cum" his attention suddenly goes to your neck, once again he decided to use all his effort to mark your neck. Despite he never stops the rhythm of his thrusts while he goes to your neck, his legs are shaking a little, his moans are getting louder. A sign that he's going to cum very soon.

After some minutes, he couldn't help anymore, cumming inside of you. Collapsing over the couch, next to you. "Hey sweetheart... I hope you know you're really worth it" with a small giggle, you let yourself fall asleep slowly next to your love. Maybe you still going to have troubles to create and maybe you still feel a little sad... But at least you have the sweetest lover in the world, right there for you.

[thoughtsofatransboy]

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i call party poison mommy and let them suck on my nipples so

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quick reminder if you’re a zionist or support israel even in the slightest get the fuck off this blog. like right now