ladyfoxxx | Oh god the bunnies. So many bunnies.

Entry tags:

Oh god the bunnies. So many bunnies.

Apparently I'm doing this one too! Gakked from

eledhwenlin and

turps33

1. genderswap
~~2. bodyswap~~
~~3. drunk!fic~~
~~4. huddling for warmth~~
5. pretending to be married
~~6. secretly a virgin~~
~~7. amnesia~~
~~8. cross-dressing~~
~~9. forced to share a bed~~
~~10. truth or dare~~
~~11. historical AU~~
~~12. accidental-baby-acquisition~~
13. apocalypse fic
~~14. telepathy~~
15. High School / College AU

Give me a fandom/pairing, and I'll tell you something. Fandoms applicable: bandom

ETA - "Pairing" doesn't need to be only two. Can the threesomes/moresomes. Just sayin'.

Reply will likely be notfic and very likely be highly questionable in content.

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Mikey/Gerard/Frank/Ray.

Forced to share a bed :D

frank/gerard, huddling for warmth

bonus points if Gerard is drunk when they commence huddling.

also, frank/ray, accidental baby acquisition.

bonus points if neither of them is sure who the father is, because it was an ill-advised threesome with a fan on tour

Warning: Incest

So they've stayed in some pretty damn shitty places on the road over the years and Ray thought he'd seen everything. He has to reassess that after watching the toilet in the crappy Motel 6 erupt, spraying water right across the bathroom, streaming across the carpet into the hotel room like a shit-scented tide.

Frank grumbles when he shakes him awake but when he sees the water advancing across the carpet his eyes widen in panic and they both scramble to rescue their gear.

The motel is so shitty there isn't even anyone on the desk to complain to, and they can't even go sleep in the van because it, and Brian and Otter are mysteriously missing. That's how Frank and Ray wind up with their bags clutched to their chests, standing outside the door to Mikey and Gerard's room.

"Should we knock?" Ray asks, and fuck he is so fucking tired if they can't get into this room he's gonna sleep in the hall. They had to walk up a few stairs, surely the shit-tide won't get them here.

"Dude, try the fucking door," Frank whispers, and Ray's not exactly sure why they're whispering, except that Gerard's been having a lot of nightmares lately so if he's asleep it's probably best he stays that way.

The door isn't locked. Ray glances back over his shoulder and shrugs at Frank, who shrugs back and inclines his head like yeah, it's open, can we go in now, asshole? Ray eases the door open a slice and slides in, thinking he'll see if there's a couch they could pull some cushions off, or maybe he'll just curl up on the floor and use his bag as a pillow. It's gotten to that stage of fatigue.

It isn't until they're both inside, the door quietly closed behind them, that it becomes somewhat apparent that Gerard isn't asleep. And neither is Mikey.

It's the sound more than the sight that gives that away, because it's pretty fucking dark in the room and Ray's eyes haven't adjusted yet, but his ears are just fine and it's pretty easy to make out Mikey groaning, "Gee, Gee, Gee," in increasing pitch, along with the sound of rustling sheets and some wet noises.

Ray goes completely still and he can sense Frank doing the same right behind him. There's a voice in his brain telling him to turn around, leave, leave now before suspicion can become knowledge, but his feet won't move. He blinks in the darkness and his eyes focus on the slowly shifting shapes under the street-lit window. He can make out the angular bend of an arm, the mussed mess of a head of hair - Mikey's - his slender torso curved upwards. Ray's eyes track downward to a dark lump which has got to be Gerard, his hand curved around Mikey's hip, his head buried between Mikey's legs and he must be - he has to be-

A loud sucking noise completely confirms it. Gerard is blowing Mikey in the shitty bed in this crappy hotel. Ray knows Frank puts it together at exactly the same time he does. Apparently neither of them know how to react because they both just stand there in the dark like fucking creepers as Gerard's head moves more vigorously and Mikey's breathing gets faster and more broken.

Ray can't look away. His breathing is shallow and he's hot all over. He doesn't realise immediately that the pressure he can feel on his arm is Frank's hand, until Frank's fingers tighten into a near-painful grip. Ray spares a glance down, but Frank's eyes are glued to Mikey and Gerard, like he doesn't even realise what his hand is doing. Mikey makes a ragged noise and Ray can't help but look back over, studying the shifting shapes like he can find more detail, see what he suddenly desperately wants to see. Mikey's voice paints the picture for him, his sharp breaths, his hiccuping moans, the slide of the fabric as he ruts up against Gerard's face.

(cont)

Pete/Patrick/Mikey, bodyswap

Ray's so fucking hard it's an effort not to reach down and adjust himself. He knows he should leave, he and Frank should fucking leave and forget this, never mention it, but he can't look away. Can't make his feet move. He just watches as Mikey's hands reach down and hold Gerard's head, as he pushes his hips up off the bed and moans out beautiful choked noises as Gerard gets him off. Ray bites down hard on his lip, the pain echoed in his arm where Frank's fingernails are dug into his skin. He reaches up absently, covering Frank's hand with his own, not even realising the motion until Frank scissors their fingers together and squeezes.

Ray holds his breath, Frank's fingers tight between his as Mikey arches up off the bed, his body curling over Gerard's head as he cries out, "Gee, fuck" and comes with a shudder and choked groan.

Ray stands stock still, heat racing over his skin, the sounds of Mikey's ragged breaths and his own heartbeat thundering in his ears.

What the fuck. What the fuck? Ray doesn't know what to do with this information. He has no idea how to react to this. And he's more turned on than he's ever been in his life.

He's never felt more obvious, huddled in the dark by the door, but the Ways seem oblivious to any extra bodies in the room. Gerard pulls off with a wet noise and crawls up Mikey's body, putting his mouth (which was just on Mikey's dick) over Mikey's and they make out wet and messy. Ray's mouth falls open a little wider. Fuck, what would he taste like?

It isn't until Ray feels a tug on his arm that he remembers he isn't alone here. Frank eases the door open and they manage to slip outside seemingly undetected. It isn't until they're back in the hall that Ray nerves himself to meet Frank's eyes, knowing his face is flushed red.

Frank's colour is high too. "Fuck," Frank whispers, sounding awed, "That was... fuck."

Ray huffs out a breath in response. It's all he can manage. His dick is throbbing in his jeans and it's taking everything he's got not to reach down and press it through his pants. Frank, it seems, has no such qualms. He palms his obviously hard dick through his sweatpants and when he catches Ray staring at him as he does it he just leers at the bulge in Ray's jeans.

"Like you didn't think it was hot," Frank retorts, and seriously, Ray still hasn't even said anything yet. Frank glances up the hallway, grabbing Ray by the wrist and taking off down some stairs. Ray follows, trying not to wince because his boner is making it hard to walk. There's a disabled toilet on the ground floor and Frank drags Ray into it, flipping the lock and meeting Ray's eyes, serious. "Just for the record, we are never talking about this, okay?"

Ray just blinks at him. Apparently that's all the response Frank needs, because he shoves his sweatpants and underwear down his thighs and starts jerking off. Just like that.

Ray's sensible brain has obviously completely disengaged, because he's already scrambling for the button on his jeans, tearing the zip down and getting them open just far enough to get his hand inside.

And oh. Oh fuck, that's what he needs.

His eyes slide closed as his fingers form a grip around his dick and he starts jerking it, squeezing and stroking and palming the head. His breath rushes out of him in a stuttery moan as he spreads the precome around with his thumb, speeding his hand because he can't go slow, not now, not when he needs it so bad.

A hacking noise grabs his attention and he opens his eyes in time to see Frank spit into his hand before wrapping it around his dick again. He's jerking off so fast the ink on his fingers blurs, the head of his dick red and shiny with spit and god it should be weird, Ray should close his eyes, but he can't, the view is too hot. He's hot all over, dizzyingly so, and he's got his hand on his dick and Frank's jerking off in front of him and they both just watched Gerard suck Mikey off. Suck off his brother oh shit, it's too much, Ray's too hot, his hand feels too good, he's just-

He comes - hard, his hips jerking forward as he spurts over his fingers.

(cont)

"Fuck you, Toro. Fuck you," Frank grunts, his eyes hot on Ray's skin, on Ray's dick. Ray's still dizzy from orgasm, watching Frank through lidded eyes as Frank bucks into his hand, bending nearly double. He makes a high pitched noise and his body jerks hard a couple of times. It's so similar to moves Ray's seen Frank do onstage with a guitar in his hands he nearly laughs.

Frank stays down for a few long moments, just panting, and Ray's own breaths echo his. Eventually he wrenches his head up, meeting Ray's eyes between sweaty clumps of his hair. "This is weird, isn't it?"

Ray nods, reaching for the toilet paper to mop up. He hands some to Frank. "Yeah. Really fucking weird."

Frank wipes himself down, wrinkling his nose when some paper gets stuck to his skin. Ray finishes up and tosses the soiled paper into the toilet. "Weird's pretty par for the course for us though, isn't it?"

Frank looks up at Ray and smirks, "You got that right."

*

When they go back to Gerard and Mikey's door this time, they knock.

After an age, Gerard answers it. His hair is standing almost vertical and he's wearing a t-shirt that is both inside-out and back-to-front. "What?" he asks.

"This motel is shit. Literally." Frank says. Gerard frowns at him, his brow furrowed like he can't figure out what that has to do with anything.

"Our room is flooded." Ray explains tiredly. Now that he's had an orgasm he can barely keep his eyes open. In fact, he's surprised he's even upright. "Can we?" he waves a hand inside the room.

"Oh. Oh, right, yeah of course," Gerard says, stepping backwards and waving an arm around. "Mi casa, su ca-ahhh" the words are lost in a yawn. He grabs Frank and Ray by a hand each and drags them toward the bed, flopping down onto Mikey and who swats at him with a lazy hand.

"Shove over," Gerard tells Mikey, "Gotta share."

Mikey makes an unimpressed noise, but he wiggles to the far side. Gerard spoons up behind him and tugs at Frank's wrist until he shrugs and crawls in beside Gerard. Ray has no idea how he manages to squeeze in behind Frank without falling off in an ungainly fashion, but somehow he does. He throws an arm over Frank to anchor himself, and his reach is long enough that his fingers brush against Mikey's back. Gerard's hand finds his, twining their fingers together tightly and holding on.

Ray falls into a deep and satisfying sleep.

(end)

Edited 2012-09-15 16:01 (UTC)

Oh my god. This is perfect!

I love everything about it. Ray and Frank watching. Be still my heart, and how turned on they both are -- and I do not blame them for that in the slightest, because your description of the Ways in bed. Holy fuck!

I love how Frank is so unashamed about heading off to jerk off and how he's insistent they won't talk about it before getting down to buisness, and that following that beautiful Way bros blow job was a double whammy of hot.

And then to end it on such an adorable note. Them all crowded in the bed. Ahhhh. I love this so much. It hit my buttons so hard.

THANK YOU! You are the best ever!

Gerard/Gerard, telepathy

Frank/Gerard, telepathy

Oh my god. You. I. OH MY GOD. *______* YOU. YOUUUUUU. I don't have the WORDS, holy shit.

AH yeah that hit the spot. I feel refreshed and ready for another page of thesis! :D

NOW DO FRANK/FRANK AMNESIA PLEASE :D

Oh, man...*pines*

Pete/Patrick amnesia

GUH

This is absolutely FANTASTIC. I loved every bit of it. Your descriptions are out-of-this-world incredibly hot!

"Dude, your fingers are like fucking ice cubes or something, what the fuck?" Frank complains, trying to grab the cold claws clutching at him. His aim is a little off, but he'll blame the beers for that. And the jager. And the tequila.

Gerard's fingers slide over the bare expanse of skin between the top of Frank's jeans and the bottom of his shirt and Frank shudders, hissing in a breath. "Fuck that's fucking cold."

"I know," Gerard says, though clearly he doesn't know because he leaves his fucking hand there and Frank had no idea that he had Iceman-like mutant powers, but this is proof enough. "So cold, Frankie, we gotta get warm like penguins. With like, body heat." He curls his body around Frank's even though there is nowhere near enough room in the van's centre seat and he nearly pulls them both off onto the disgusting floor.

Frank's pretty sure penguins don't use body heat to warm up, and he draws breath to say so but that just fills his lungs with more cold air and makes him shiver. "Shit, Gee, can't we turn the heat on?"

Gerard burrows his face into Frank's neck and his ice-cold nose brushes behind Frank's ear, raising goosebumps all over his skin, "Otter fucked off with keys. Do you know how to hotwire? I don't know how to hotwire. I mean, I've seen it in movies, but they don't really explain in properly." Gerard's breath smells like pot and whiskey and for once the smell of liquor is stronger than the stink of his unwashed hair.

"I don't know how to hotwire," Frank's words smush into the back of the seat. Gerard's hands are still freezing, but the rest of him is kind of warm, like a human blanket. Maybe he can stay.

"We suck at being from Jersey," Gerard says, and shifts. And shifts again. And again. In fact Frank might go so far as to say he was rutting against him. Frank goes very still and tries to assess the movements. Gerard's hips are glued to Frank's ass and... yeah. Okay. Gerard totally has a boner.

"Gee... what are you..."

Gerard pants out a few breaths, still moving. There's definitely hip-rotation action going on here and Frank's maybe starting to thaw out enough that him not managing to pick up at the after party that - seriously, everyone else managed to pick up at - isn't so bad after all. He rocks back against Gerard experimentally, and the drag of the seat against his own rapidly-forming boner feels pretty good.

Gerard's hands shift, cold fingers burrowing down the front of Frank's jeans and Frank shrieks, grabbing them.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I should have asked. I like, respect you Frankie, I wouldn't just like, invite myself into your pants, I mean, I'd like to - I just, you're pretty cool you know, and I like - what are you doing?"

Frank drags Gerard's stupidly cold hands upwards, cupping his own hands over them and huffing warms breaths onto his fingers. "Your hands are fucking freezing, dude. I don't want to get frostbite on my dick."

"Oh." Gerard says, and when Frank looks over his shoulder to see his face, he catches the moment when Gerard processes the meaning of that one, "Does that mean I get to touch your dick?"

Frank breathes on Gerard's hands again, "Not until your hands are warm."

Gerard looks utterly delighted, then he starts rubbing up against Frank again. The ridiculous part is, as a plan to warm them both up it's actually working.

(cont)

Frank maybe abandons his efforts at Gerard's hands before they are completely warm because there's dedication to a cause and then there are pretty guys who want their hands on your dick. When Gerard gets his hands into Frank's pants his fingers are still a little cool, but his grip is firm and knowing. Frank stutters out a groan and shoves his hips back against Gerard, rubbing his ass on Gee's dick through layers of clothes.

The way Gerard's hand is squashed down the front of Frank's jeans it's a wonder he can even move it, but somehow it works. Gerard holds on and Frank fucks down into his grip, rubbing back against Gerard. Gerard pants hot breaths into the back of Frank's neck, the warm air rushing under his t-shirt as Gerard paints his skin with his tongue.

It's sloppy, messy and so fucking good. Frank comes sooner than he expects to, grunting his release into the upholstery. His head spins until he presses a hand flat to the side of the van, righting the world on its axis again. Gerard's still rutting against him and Frank gropes behind himself, trying to get a grip so he can give Gerard a hand. Somehow he manages to flip over without tossing them both off the seat. He opens his eyes to a faceful of Gerard's messy hair. Gerard pants down wetly against Frank, shifting so their legs are scissored and he can rub himself off on Frank's thigh.

Frank arches up, kissing Gerard with a clash of teeth, and Gerard whines into his lips, getting spit everywhere as he opens his mouth and shoves his tongue into Frank's. It's clumsy and a little gross, but still fucking hot. Gerard's still got his hand tangled in Franks jeans, come smeared between them. Frank gropes for Gerard's pants, wanting to return the favour. Gerard's pants are tighter than his, he can't find a way in and Gerard keeps thrashing against him, hips stuttering down. Gerard groans against Frank's lips and stiffens against him, and Frank can feel Gerard's belly tremble against his hand as he shudders and comes.

Gerard's O face really ridiculous. His eyes squinch up and his mouth hangs wide open, like a silent scream. Frank's still staring at Gerard's stupid, beautiful face when he comes down, blinking at Frank dumbly.

"Hey," Frank says, his voice raw.

"Hey," Gerard replies, "I'm a lot warmer now."

"Yeah, me too," Frank says with a stupid grin.

(end)

HOLY FUCKING SHIT.

LOL. This was adorable and just... I don't know. giggly.

Ray/Mikey/Frank

When Ray teaches Frank and Mikey to ride their motorcycles for the first time. :)

Sorry apparently I fail at following directions... but I'd still like that one so I'm going to leave it to marinate in your head.

Um. Ray/Mikey/Frank Truth or Dare!!

Edited 2012-09-15 17:47 (UTC)

6. Secretly a virgin

Solo Gerard

That is all kinds of adorable! I loved Frank's shriek and how Gerard immediately pulled back *g*

One moment, Patrick's staring at waveforms on his computer screen, balancing levels between bass and percussion.

The next, he's flat on his back, sweat-slick and panting for breath, his dick enveloped in wet heat. He looks down, past his body - which is too tanned and tattooed to be his - to lock eyes with Mikey Way, who's sucking him off.

Well, who's sucking Pete off, if the tattoos are anything to go by, but Patrick is most definitely the one experiencing it. And fuck, Mikey's good with his mouth. Patrick chokes out a noise, which just makes him whine because it comes out in Pete's voice. He reaches down toward Mikey weakly, trying to communicate... what? He doesn't know. Fuck he can barely think. Pete was already close and now Patrick is at the tipping point.

Mikey hums around his dick, and Patrick whines again. Mikey locks eyes with him, and with his hair all fucked up, his eyeliner messy and his glasses crooked - he should look silly. He just looks hot. Patrick suddenly gets what all fuss is about. Mikey blinks up at him, working his mouth around Patrick's dick like he was born to suck cock, his yes locked to Patrick's.

Patrick comes a moment later, grunting out a high pitched noise in Pete's voice as he shudders up in to Mikey's mouth.

He's still shaking when Mikey pulls off with a wet sound. He palms Patrick's dick - Pete's dick - gently, sending little aftershocks up Patrick's spine. He slides up Patrick's body with surprising grace, managing to not bump his head on the low bunk ceiling. Then he's kissing Patrick, tasting of salt and bitter and Patrick doesn't have the strength not to kiss back.

Mikey kisses messy, and dirty and Patrick can feel the hard press of his cock where he's rubbing it off against Patrick's thigh. And Patrick's going to stop this. In a moment. Any moment now.

The sharp tear of velcro startles them out of the kiss. Someone's ripped open the bunk curtains. Patrick looks to the side, knowing what to expect but dreading it all the same. What he sees is his own face, wearing a grin that is totally Pete's.

"Do that again, oh my god." Pete sounds gleeful.

Patrick has to look away, unable to look himself in the face. "Oh god."

"Pete?" Mikey asks, helpfully pushing the messy sheets over Patrick's lap.

Patrick's head is spinning. Or is it Pete's? Oh god. Oh god, he can't think. "Pete, what the fuck?" He says to Pete, who is still gaping at the two of them like Christmas came early.

"No, you're Pete," Mikey points out helpfully, poking Patrick in his (lean, tanned, tattooed) chest. He straightens his glasses. He's kind of adorable when he does that, Patrick's brain notes unhelpfully.

"No, he isn't! That's the thing." Pete points out, way too cheerfully and Patrick wants to roll over and bury his face in the pillow but he's pretty sure there is no logistical way to do that without kicking Mikey in the head, so he just covers his face with his hands.

"You need to explain, Pete. What the fuck just happened?"

"Why do you keep calling him Pete?" Mikey asks, "You're Pete."

"Pete," Patrick says, using his special Pete-you're-being-a-dick tone, and it amazingly actually still works even in different voice.

Pete pulls up short, glancing between Mikey and Patrick. Patrick can see the wheels turning, but he's not fast enough to predict the next part before it happens.

Pete kisses Mikey.

It shouldn't be a big deal, because Pete and Mikey have kissed heaps. Except this time Mikey doesn't know it's Pete. He squeaks against Pete's mouth, not kissing back, but not pulling away either. Patrick gets stuck staring as Pete kisses Mikey with his mouth. It's like watching himself in a mirror or something, but way, way weirder.

Pete kisses differently to Patrick, he's more messy and aggressive, and he bites more. Mikey must know it - must recognise it, because when they break apart, his mouth wet and swollen, he stares at Pete and says, "Pete?"

It was so hot to see the Way bros blowjob through Ray's eyes! Also, the ending is perfect. So very THEM!

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Page 1 of 4

«

1
2
3
4

»