where are you destroya!!!!
where are you destroya!!!!
the other night i had a dream that my chemical romance played another show, but it was in a school, like a band classroom, and in the middle of mama gerard way tripped and fell over a chair
in the dream this was a viral video that i was showing to someone who had no idea who my chem or gerard way was and i woke up like "that is the funniest thing ever" so i decided to tell you guys about it
“It’s kind of like you’re poor, and you’re starving all the time, but you’re kind of roughing it, and it’s really cool.” —Gerard Way
Gerard, with his feet propped up on a table and speaking into a mic:Greetings shoppers, the time is 8:45 and we will be closing in 15 minutes
Gerard:If you have not left the store by the time the doors lock, you *will* be hunted for sport
my chemical romance, rock am ring 2007
hes like i’ll leave you with this image and im like i will draw it
Thank you very much to everyone who followed me after my first post 🤍🖤
[Image Description: In the first panel of the meme, Gerard Way's face has been edited over Megamind's, and he is saying "I'm Salami :)". In the second panel, the mayor of Metro City has been labeled as 'me' and is saying "He salami!" In the last panel, the commissioner and several police officers have been labeled as 'mcr blogs on tumblr'; they are saying "He salami???"]
Mike Milligram edit I did for practice
We literally get a weekly Gerard video and yet all of us are still like "Gerard plz give us content :(" bc none of us can force ourselves to watch them
Pairing: Gerard x [fem] Reader Word count: ~ 3 500 Genre: Smut / Fluff Summary: Gerard wants Reader's night to be extra special
Requested by anon
a/n: happy b-day [earlier], anon, hope you like this
They insisted. I don’t exactly think this was really necessary, but, before I could notice, the guys were already making plans for my birthday on the chat group and absolutely nothing I said made them give up on the idea. So here we are and, to be honest, it is not completely bad.
The others brought over some food and drinks whereas it was funny watching Gerard preparing the cake – he only let me in the kitchen until he got it in the oven and later showed up in our music room looking like he had just lost a war to the icing. Nonetheless, it has people enough to make things funny, but not to a point I’m uncomfortable, something I am really thankful for.
“Having fun?” Gerard suddenly hugs me from behind and I’m a bit startled until noticing it is him.
“Yeah, of course.” I press a kiss to his cheek with a smile and rest my head back on his shoulder, sighing contently with his presence. “’M just a bit tired.” It’s the end of the day by now and you can already tell by the atmosphere of the place that people will start leaving soon.
He hums softly, pecking my neck. “Good. But I hope you’re not too tired, though,” he mutters against the side of my face, warm breath fanning against the skin, as a hand wraps itself around my hip. “Because the best part of the day will be tonight.”
“Gerard!” I roll my eyes with a scoff, not able to hold back a grin; I just try to do anything that’ll distract not just me but also him of the embarrassment and how flustered I got just with a few words.
He still laughs, pressing a kiss to my cheek and rubbing my side lightly. “Now, c’mon, you should give everyone a little bit more of attention before you’re all mine,” he mutters and presses another kiss to my cheek before pulling away, a smug air present under all the casualty he holds.
My cheeks burn to a point I’m worried anyone will connect the dots and find out what our talk was about, hence I can’t even look at him while muttering a small agreement and starting to walk away.
The sensation of the happiness slowly slipping away after the last person leaves isn’t exactly the best thing, being met with the sudden absolute silence and emptiness taking over the house. I sigh, looking around and internally debating whether I should clean everything now or tomorrow, but my thoughts are abruptly interrupted with arms suddenly wrapping themselves around my waist.
“Now, don’t put on that face,” Gerard says with a small pout, probably having noticed the melancholy that threatened taking over. He smiles and traces my jaw lightly with his nose, a hum coming from him. “Let’s go upstairs, hm?” His hands squeeze my hips lightly, rubbing circles into the clothed skin.
My cheeks heat up, still, not as much as earlier and the idea sounds even better now. “Of course,” I mutter, turning to peck his lips.
Gerard flashes me a smile as taking my hand in his, squeezing it before we’re climbing the stairs.
Our lips are pressed together in the moment we reach our bedroom, both of us wordlessly sharing the same urgency despite how slow the kiss is. His tongue glides against my bottom lip, so I can’t help but to part them open, humming softly whereas bringing my hands to the sides of his neck, eventually trailing up to tug lightly on his hair. A quiet groan comes from Gerard, my touches having apparently intensified his eagerness because his hands slip under my shirt and start trailing up my torso.
“Gee,” I breathe against his lips in a quiet plead.
Gerard hums in acknowledgement and holds firmly onto my waist, pulling me closer though also guiding me back in slow and clumsy steps until I inevitably fall to the bed. He’s got a small smile on his face, eyes never averting away from mine as he moves to get rid of his shirt and, biting down on my lip, I move myself further up the bed, getting rid of my shoes.
Doing the same, Gerard is soon climbing on the bed. Lazy kisses are pressed to my lips, interrupted as he pulls my shirt over my head, which joins his somewhere in the ground. I’m not exactly frustrated with the kisses being interrupted, after all, with my neck being his new focus.
“So goddamn beautiful,” Gerard mutters against my skin; the hot breath sends a shiver running down my spine then I’m once again trying to hold back the moans with Gerard working with bites and sucking on the spot he knows so well. “C’mon,” he encourages, hands running up and down my sides. “Let me hear you.”
Every single movement has me impatient already. The only sound I allow to let out is one of protest and I don’t exactly think Gerard starts moving because of that, for some reason. I help him with removing my bra just to be melting under him once again at the feeling of his lips pressed to my chest, nibbling now and then on his way to my breasts.
The way Gerard touches my skin always seems like he’s handling the most precious thing in the world, at times, though knowing when to contrast completely and leave bruises around my hips and thighs in a perfect balance regarding the amount of strength, hovering perfectly between the pain and the pleasure. Not a bad thing. It’s the only fucking thing I can focus on.
“Fuck,” I gasp at the feeling of his lips wrapped around my nipple whist his free hand gives attention to my opposite breast, slowly making the arousal slowly pool down in my lower stomach, my breath quickening as interrupted by gasps and me holding back moans.
My fingers find their way to Gerard’s hair yet again, pulling him closer this time and arching my back in an attempt of finding any friction.
“You’re not funny,” Gerard grumbles between kisses down my torso and I eventually let go of his hair, sighing softly. “All silent, (y/n). It’s not like anyone else is gonna hear you. And if they do—”
“Fuck you, Gerard,” I groan, pushing myself up on my elbows, and watch him undoing my jeans to pull them down along with the underwear. I apparently get a bit lost as observing him, but continue speaking in the moment he glances up at me. “Shut up or else I’m crushing your head with my thighs!” I almost grin at how his cheeks gain a deep red tone at the same time he comes to a brief pause before throwing the clothes aside.
“I mean…” Gerard raises his eyebrows lightly, scratching the back of his head. “I wouldn’t mind, y’know,” he mutters a bit shyly, looking up for a moment in a mock innocence.
“Gerard,” I say softly through a chuckle – he’s got a shameless smile on his face as bending down again.
The kisses pressed down my stomach slowly have the mood growing heavier again. It’s obvious how I tense up when Gerard nibbles down on my hip and spreads my legs, setting himself down between them.
His lips trail down to my thigh while he looks at me, his irises just a thin hazel ring around his dilatated pupils that observe me through the messy strands of hair. I don’t know whether the intense gaze makes me want to rush him or just continue observing him like that because he’s so fucking beautiful; seeing him just like that does a thing to me.
Gerard, however, isn’t as in daze as I am, and I’m suddenly gasping with the feeling of a light nibble on the inside of my thigh, feeling him trail down further, taking a proper hold of my thighs.
My arms end up growing weaker, so I just lie back down against the mattress, humming softly in enjoyment to the kisses against the sensitive skin.
It feels like fucking forever until I’m finally feeling Gerard’s tongue slipping past my lips, licking a stripe up from my entrance to my clit – that just leaves me unable to suppress any other moan.
“And there they are,” Gerard teases, but I’m too worried about his tongue starting to work on my clit to bother answering him. His tongue swirls around just right, making my thighs tense up under his hands whilst the moans spill from my lips, all of it gaining a synchrony in which my moans grow higher and my thighs threaten to close around his head whenever the pleasure is sent ringing up my spine.
As much as I want to tell Gerard something, make another comment with the sole goal of getting him rougher or only a stupid comment, all the words – or capability of thinking about anything rather than the feeling of him against me – just completely disappear from my mind. The most I can do ends up being bringing my hands to his hair, yet again pulling him closer. This time, I’m moaning more with the vibration of his moans against me.
His tongue is suddenly slipping inside me, the feeling sending me arching my back against the mattress and involuntarily pushing my hips up, what makes him hold onto my them.
It doesn’t take long for me to start feeling that familiar sensation building up, a knot tightening itself in my lower stomach. “G-Gerard,” I stutter in an attempt of warning him, but he simply doesn’t stop. Well, he does, and when I’m right on the edge. Motherfucker. “No,” I whine softly, squirming a bit at the release slowly dissipating, growing more distant.
An entertained chuckle escapes Gerard’s throat. “C’mon, it all will be worth it.” And, bringing myself up lightly, I see him with an elbow on the mattress and resting his cheek on his palm, observing his own free hand running up and down my thigh. He looks up at me from under his lashes, just giggling at the unamused look I shoot him. “You know I wouldn’t want anything but to make it special for you today.” His voice gets a deeper tone as leaning in again, something in his tone making me feel completely powerless and simply not argue.
The pleasure taking over has me back against the bed, letting out a pleading moan at the feeling of a couple of fingers teasing my entrance, gripping onto the sheets this time.
Gerard is slowly pushing a couple of fingers in at once, the burning sensation quickly becoming unimportant and subsiding under the feeling of Gerard’s tongue working on my clit yet again as sucking on it. His fingers curling up inside me just make me lose it. My thighs quiver, threatening to close around Gerard’s head another time as I cum, pressing my eyes shut.
His fingers sink into my thighs, holding them in place then letting go once I relax yet again, breathing heavily as coming down from my high – his thumb runs over the place it once pressed down into, soothingly.
The overstimulation is almost starting to kick in when Gerard is finally pulling away, cleaning his mouth with the back of his hand as coming up.
“So fucking hot,” Gerard praises like if barely able to contain the information to himself and giving my thighs a light squeeze as pressing a kiss to my stomach. My lips helplessly curl up into a smile while I can feel my heart fluttering, exhaling in contentment. “Can you do it once again?” He looks at me with the most caring eyes in the world and his smile widens once I nod. “Good, then, love,” he hums as leaning in to peck my lips.
“Things have been a bit unfair over here, haven’t they?” I raise an eyebrow at Gerard, hooking my fingers around the waistband of his jeans.
“’Didn’t want to make you wait.” He pouts, standing up momentarily to get rid of his remaining clothes.
There’s a smugness hidden under the casualty of his smile, but I ignore it as he’s climbing over me yet again and pressing his lips to mine in a sloppy kiss, adjusting his position between my legs while I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. We’re breathless once pulling away, spending a time in silence just gazing at each other.
Gerard hums softly and pecks my lips. “Turn over, baby,” he says with a light tap on my thigh and I can’t help but to blush as doing it.
I adjust a pillow to make things more comfortable to me, hugging it and shifting lightly to find a position that’s good enough. The brief embarrassment disappears in the same moment I feel Gerard pressing kisses to my shoulder and trailing down my back a bit, though not going much further.
Gerard’s hands return to my hips, adjusting them lightly and I can soon feel him pressed against me when pushing his hips against mine – I can’t help but to push myself back, what gets both of us groaning softly at the feeling. He mutters something under his breath, something I don’t even bother trying to understand before the feeling of him against my entrance.
“You okay, baby?” Gerard asks against my shoulder, pressing kisses on his way up to my neck.
“Yeah,” I breath, turning my head lightly. He hums in satisfaction, pressing a kiss to the side of my face.
It only takes a movement of Gerard until I’m feeling him pushing in, slowly at first, before a sudden snap of his hips has both of us gasping, followed by moans at the slow, unsteady movement his hips quickly engage into.
We relax as growing used to the pleasure and Gerard starts pressing kisses to my shoulder, short and affectionate ones. I hum softly in appreciation, managing to bring a hand up to tangle it with his hair, but soon bring it back down as feeling him quickening his pace. He takes a stronger hold of my hip while I can feel the mattress sinking lightly with him using a hand down on it for major support.
Gerard’s lips ghost over the shell of my ear, making me shiver lightly, but grow even more aroused at the deep moans that escape his lips, sometime cut off by gasps – his moans end up just turning into another detail after he adjusts his hips and the new angle is just right, sending waves of pleasure up my thighs whilst making me inevitably louder.
My thighs start quivering, however, with the feeling of Gerard reaching my torso with his free hand, slowly trailing down and coming to a stop when reaching my already abused clit. The new source of pleasure has me immediately feeling my release approaching for a second time.
“G-Gerard,” I choke out through the moans, groaning as I try to push my hips back to meet his thrusts – a gasp escapes my lips when I’m able to do so, but I’m soon coming to a stop due to a stronger wave of pleasure running down my body. A groan comes from Gerard as some sort of response as he pauses, adjusting his position lightly before he’s starting to move again, the heavy and faster thrusts having both of us invested in chasing our releases, the slightly stinging pain due to the constant movement in such a position becomes only another unimportant detail.
The kisses Gerard presses against my neck, nibbling lightly on the skin as moaning against it, have me just sent to the edge along with how his fingers gain a new pressure.
Gerard’s name spills from my lips through a moan, a longer and louder one resulting from the knot in my lower stomach finally unraveling itself. I clutch onto the pillow as pressing my eyes shut, my mind going momentarily blank at the pleasure trailing up my thighs then taking over completely. Gerard continues until I’ve come down from my high, his thrusts unsteady until he pulls out and lets out a strangled moan, soon starting to pant as cursing under his breath.
“Hell, (y/n),” he says softly, almost slurring from how tired; I glance back to see him looking around for a moment before shrugging and just wiping his hand clean with a random shirt.
I hum as rolling over and adjusting the pillow briefly before pulling Gerard close to cuddle up to him. He smiles, pulling the cover over us lazily – I don’t judge, I can barely keep my eyes open.
“So?” Gerard looks at me, a bit nervously despite being tired and having all that messy strands covering his face. “Happy birthday,” he breathes, wrapping an arm around me with a lazy grin.
“You know you’re amazing.” I playfully shoot him a look and press a kiss to his jaw, sighing contently as shifting until making myself comfortable.
danger days as an era has always felt so magical to me, wanted to express that in a piece of art 💞
"I have been throwing up a bunch" babes if you want Gerard to come over just tell him
im thinking about him :3
emo night with my gf while she works on her uni essays
came out as gay and now I'm even more sad thanks dad I love getting told I'm confused^^
anyways time to cry to the light behind your eyes lmao
𝕂𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥
Whew! Too much has been going on and I had no time to draw unfortunately. My brother got sick, and I got it too so I spent some days resting. Then I had to catch up on stuff but now I’m back on track!
I tried to do some perspective studies but it just ended up looking a bit wonky. Still, I like how it came out! And I think I’m getting a hang in coloring- just a bit.
Poison is ready to Burn & Roll’