Oh god the bunnies. So many bunnies.

[ladyfoxxx]

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. telepathy15. High School / College AU

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[turps33]

Mikey/Gerard/Frank/Ray.

Forced to share a bed :D

[ladyfoxxx]

Warning: IncestSo 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

[ladyfoxxx]

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

[ladyfoxxx]

"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

[shinetheway]

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

[ladyfoxxx]

"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

[ladyfoxxx]

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

[turps33]

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

[ladyfoxxx]

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

[isweedan]

::flappy hands:: eeeeeeeeeeee bodyswap mid-blowjob AWESOMENESS

[delphinapterus]

I like the way Patrick sees Mikey.

[turlough]

Gerard/Gerard, telepathy

[ladyfoxxx]

Warnings: mob panic and offscreen crowd deathGerard keeps dreaming about robot mice. He wakes up with hand cramps from gripping a phantom controller, visions of shining metal and video displays reeling in his brain

[ladyfoxxx]

When he comes to his throat is burning, his head is splitting, and he's surrounded by ash and a whole lot of ghosts. He pries himself slowly out of his nook, his muscles aching, and a burning pain in his leg where the fire must have touched him. Fuck he got lucky. A whole lot luckier than the bodies littering the ground around him

[turlough]

This is so cool!! And fascinating too. Now I want ALL the stories about Party Poison and g3rard :-)

[ciel_vert]

Frank/Gerard, telepathy

[ladyfoxxx]

Yeah I'm pretty sure this isn't what you were looking for but *shrug*

Warnings: mild bondage, D/s

Gerard wakes up hard and panting. He stares down at his naked wrists, certain he can feel the phantom sensation of material wrapped tight around them. It was such an intense dream.

Red material, tied in a messy knot, holding his hands above his head. He's straining, sweating, his cock hard and leaking but he can't touch, can't do anything. His knees hurt from kneeling. He's begging... please, please, I need to come. The material pulls tighter around his wrists, and he fixates on the black pattern against the red fabric, his hips pushing forward against empty air.

When he's so desperate he can't see straight, he feels lips on the back of his neck, arms wrapping around him from behind, skilled fingers jerking his dick, giving him that release he craves. He comes, groaning, looking down to watch the hands as they bring him off, familiar tattoos blurring with motion.

Frank's hands.Gerard shoves a hand down his pajama pants and brings

[ladyfoxxx]

That night, Gerard stays awake a lot longer than he usually would, trying to tire himself out so that he can just sleep, and be done with confusing dreams.

It doesn't work.

This time, it's Gerard's hat. The stupid hat-scarf thing, with ears and fur that he mostly bought to make fun of Mikey with (everyone knows Pete has a furry thing.)

It's a lot less funny when Frank wears it. When Frank wears only it.

Gerard's flat on his back, Frank kneeling above him, one knee either side of Gerard's torso. Gerard isn't tied down this time, but he can't move - or he isn't allowed to. Frank grins down at him, his skin shiny and glowing with sweat, naked and beautiful, his muscles shifting as he works his fist over his dick

[ladyfoxxx]

The floor is hard at his back, his hands tied at the wrist over his head. He's naked, sweat cooling on his skin and he wants to cover himself, wants to move, but he won't. He's not allowed to.

There's something in his mouth, dry against his tongue. It's his underwear. He has to hold it there, has to be so still, so quiet, even as Frank's fingers twist in his ass, striking pleasure right up his spine.

"Shh, it's okay." The fingers move again, and Gerard catches a glimpse of Frank's wicked grin between his fluttering eyelashes. "Fuck, you like that don't you?"

It takes everything he's got not to move, not to fuck himself down on Frank's fingers. But he knows if he behaves, he'll get Frank's cock. He's got to be so good. He panting, sharp nasal breaths, the material in his mouth getting wetter and wetter. If he could speak he'd be begging - fuck me, fuck me, please. Please.

Frank leans closer, his lips brushing Gerard's skin as he whispers, "Soon babe. Soon. But first you gotta be still for me. Can you do that?"Gerard stares at