hello ! I’m Toxie and this is my pervy writing blog :p this is the first time I’ve ever posted my fanfiction anywhere public and it’s quite nerve wrecking … PLEASE SEND REQUESTS/ASKS !!! I promise I don’t bite and I love to hear everyone’s freaky thoughts :3
WARNINGS : I write for dddne and that includes the heavy kinks/topics that go with it . I WILL REPOST GROSS THINGS WITHOUT WARNING !! ( this can include vomit , omorashi , blood/fake gore , etc. )
MY INTERESTS : i really really enjoy movies esp extreme ones , i like lots of weird/extreme/or niche medias , music is also pretty cool
MY YES / MY NO
YES : emeto , blood , big age gap ( still legal ) , cnc ( this includes dub-con and somno ) , omorashi , heavy bdsm , pet play ( please request this ) , stalking , fighting/heavy pain kink , public sex/exhibition , voyeurism , mommy/daddy kink ( esp mama/dada sorry guys ) , other basic shit .
NO : rape , pedophilia , scat , incest ( step-siblings/parents are allowed ) , beastiality . basically everything else is a yes ..
WHO I WRITE FOR : as of now mainly my chemical romance but I could also write for film characters or other bands ( it really depends on what I’m in the mood for . )
also starting a tag list before it’s too late :
# ⋮ ⌗ ┆toxie’s writings 🪦 - all my fanfics including one shots and headcanons will be tagged under this
# ⋮ ⌗ ┆toxie’s thoughts 💭 - all my non fanfic responses to asks and ramblings will be tagged under this
The fanbase: "they're a bunch of sellouts now who just wanna cash in and don't care about the community"
MCR: "Hey here's a special page for updates, archives, and other announcements for diehard fans"
The fanbase: "BOOOO WHEN ARE YOU GONNA SELL A NEW ALBUM TO ME"
thinkkkkkk about basement gee. thinkkkkk about how weird he is and messy he is. thinkkkkk about all the disgusting things he gets off to, and i mean all of them. done? my partner irl. BOOM. flexing on everyone.
hiiiiii um um danger days gee and he’s got sum muscle and like chokes out reader 😵💫😵💫😵💫 like full on chokehold , reader is getting all dizzy and he’s just so mean about itttt like really pushing them to the edge
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Pairing: Danger Days!Gerard x f!reader
Notes: dddne, LOTS of choking, slapping, degrading, puppy play, fear kink, knife play, crying kink, cnc
Inspo/Request: Above! The request and the pic ughhhh :0,,, Btw I only chose black swan cuz it’s a 2010 movie and it’s one of my favs and has been on my mind extra today
Finally having Gee back home, off work for a while, no tours and no practice, was a dream come true. The moment you two seen each other at the airport, you were inseparable all the way out. Neither of you were eager to go anywhere, just stay at home and relax together. Once home, you ordered his favorite takeout, a feast for the both of you with the meal, sides, and dessert. When he got upstairs, about to unpack his suitcases, you told him to not dare put them away and just get comfy in bed! “Throw on a movie!” You added from the bottom of the stairs, making some hot drinks while waiting for the takeout to arrive. Gerard went with Black Swan, a movie you’ve both already seen, so it can either be background noise or relaxing entertainment. His world lit up a little more seeing you walk in with his favorite foods and hot drinks, which you both indulged in.
It was all cuddles and eating and talking, basically. Then the playful urge to get rowdy came over both of you. Nothing sexual, just rowdy. How he kept telling you to stop tickling him, letting out that cute, funny snort laugh whenever you tickle his ribs. But you wouldn’t stop, it was fun! Except then he got you back, which wasn’t as fun, because of how you start flailing your feet. Instead, Gerard and you wrestled, fighting hand to hand to push the other off balance. Gerard was the first down, you laughing while he toppled over underneath you, straddling his tummy to keep him down. At his loss, he broke out the tickling again, causing you to fall off of him. Now it was a battle of him trying to get you, you tossing and turning to try and escape his attack, until your back ended up against his, and arm around your neck in only a gentle, not even full position, chokehold.
But on accident, you gasped, all laughs ceasing as Gerard let go. “Hun? Hun, did I hurt you?” He asked worriedly, unwrapping the arm and turning your chin to look at him over your shoulder. Instead of a hurt expression, you were blushing, with your mouth open slightly to try and explain yourself, but nothing coming out. This was the exact thing you did when you were turned on, but too shy to say it. A dirty grin came over Gerard’s face as he recognized what was wrong. “Wow, sugar. I know we do some rough shit, but wow.” His degrading tone made you blush more, about to sit up to turn around, but you were yanked, back to his chest again. “You aren’t getting away that easy. Why don’t you tell me exactly what it was that turned you on, huh? Why don’t you say it?” All he got was a loud whine in response as you squirmed in attempt to get away. A hand dug into your hair, turning your head to face him before a sharp crack landed on your cheek, making your ears ring.
“I said fucking tell me, you dumb slut. Tell me how you like me having control over your fucking consciousness by choking you. Tell me you’re a horny fucking mutt who needs to be choked and get all dizzy, to the point you almost pass out. Huh, can’t fucking speak now? Gonna fucking answer me?” Each brutal word resulted in him pulling your hair even harder, your hands behind your head to get him to loosen his grip. Except then the other hand wrapped around front, choking you as hard as he can, your wrists wrapping around that hand instead. “I’ll fuckin’ kill ya right here if you don’t speak up. You use that smart mouth all the time, and suddenly, you can’t? You’re that fucking turned on?” Luckily he knew when to stop, and it wasn’t yet. You were still getting wetter by the second as your words came out meek and strangled. “Yes, yes, yes, Gee, ‘m a fucking dirty, s-s…” At your weak voice, Gerard loosened his grip. It was a lot to catch your breath, your head dizzy as you coughed a little. “Slutty mutt, Gee, baby, your slutty, dirty mutt.” Gerard laughed, wiping the spit off the corner of your mouth that slipped out from him choking you. “Recover fast, because I’m not done choking you, baby. You’re in for a night.”
There was some more festivities of movies and binging snacks before the end of the night, what you’ve been awaiting. Gerard forcing you to strip with a sharp knife to any piece of skin he can reach, dragging it along your skin teasingly, not pressing enough to draw blood but enough to make you scared enough that you’re soaked. Then once you’re stripped, he forces you to sit as you were below, back to his chest. Except now he has you in a full chokehold, squeezing tight, with his tucked hand still holding the knife to your skin. “Thereeee, my filthy puppy getting what they want. Rub your clit, only a little. Fucking tease it and feel how wet you’re getting over this while you turn your head and suck this fucking knife.” The cold blade was resting into one of your cheeks, slowly turning your head to prevent any cuts before licking the metal. Gerard groaned at the sight, choking you harder while you clawed at his thick biceps. “Spit on it, girly. Be a good pup and spit on it.” Shooting a glob of spit onto the knife, Gerard made sure all of it was caught, before rubbing the biting, slick blade along your nipples, individually making them wet and hard.
His condescending laughs made you squirm more, desperate to do more than just tease your clit. “Awww, puppy want her puppy parts touched? That what you want?” Pushing your hand away, he forced you to spread further as he rubbed the knife along your clit, the pressure causing you to shake and whine. The spit mixed with your sweet juices, Gerard taking the knife to his mouth to taste you on the blade, licking it clean before putting it on the bedside. “There, it’s right there if you need to remember your place. I’ll cut ya up if you fucking disobey me, ‘kay?” Now you’re in the tightest chokehold yet, your vision getting spotty as you desperately grind the air. “Beg, stupid mutt. Use your last fucking words to beg.” Through gritted teeth, he demanded, while you drooled all over his arm. This man was the only person you ever act for like this, because really, he’d never hurt you. But how animalistic he could turn made you soaked. “Please, please, please. Fuck me, fuck me really hard. Just use me. Don’t need to cum. Just fill me and use me.” All you wanted was to be stuffed, used, filled to the brim for Gerard’s pleasure. But he’ll still make you cum.
Flipping you both over, he held you face down by the shoulders against the mattress, ripping his boxers off to rub against your wet hole. “Puppy, stay.” Oh how your cunt twitched whenever he treated you like a real dog, like when he called your moans your barks. Staying completely still, you felt him sink inside of you with one harsh, deep thrust that made you sob out in pleasure. “Keep barking f’me, girly. Stay still and let me fuck your tight puppy hole. I’ll fill you up nice and deep if you just keep barking.” Skin slapping filmed the room from him fucking you so hard, your moans becoming yelps and sobs. The stretch and pace of his cock burned your hole, especially from the last of lubricant. You didn’t care one bit, though, sniffling with tears and drool soaking your pretty face. When it hurt, Gerard loved to hear you complain about it, begging him to stop even if you don’t want to, because there’s an obvious safe word always established beforehand. “Hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!” Squealing, Gerard laughed, shaking his head before cutting himself off with his own moan, rambling about how he’s going to slit your throat if you keep talking.
You were tossed around once again, this time onto your back, with your legs in the air to the sides. Gerard had you tightly gripped right by the throat, fucking your sopping cunt while your pretty face turned red. “Rub your clit if you wanna live. God, not like that. Move your fucking hand.” Grabbing the blade from the nightstand, he shoved the handle in your mouth, before using it to rub your clit as your legs shook with pleasure. “What a disgusting pup you are. Getting off on my knife with a hand around your throat. Come on, try to paw me away like you have fucking control over your body.” At the attempt to push the knife handle away, you groaned, falling limp while staring up at him fucking you. “Can’t! I l-love it! Please don’t stop!” Sobbing harder, the pleasure just hit you like a freight train, creaming all over his length that fucked you through your orgasm. Letting go of your neck, you fell limp with pleasure, still sobbing until Gerard’s load was emptied inside you.
The sobs that escaped you became uncontrollable. The suddenly living man in front of you shushed you, pulling you to his chest while his seed leaked all over your thighs. “Shhh, there you go. Happy, girly? Is my pretty puppy all tired?” Smooches coated your face, along with a hand wiping your tears and spit. Quickly, he grabbed some baby wipes from the nightstand, spreading open your sore legs and beginning to clean you up. A loud gasp came from you when Gerard wiped off your sensitive clit. “Hey, hey, I know, hun. Just cleaning you up. All done now.” He placed a feather light kiss on your clit before sitting up with you again, caressing your gorgeous face before noticing some dark purple circles on your neck. “Baby, was I squeezing too tight?!” Gerard questioned, panicked, getting a response from your dazed smile and a slow shake of the head no. “I love you.” You muttered, curling further into his chest as he rubbed your back and mumbled the same thing.
gerard making you sit through watching lucifer valentine films (slaughtered vomit dolls, reGOREdigated sacrifice ect). keeping you held down on his lap as he gets more and more turned on as you squirm more and more in desperation for escape
hello hello everyone !! please keep sending in your requests i love to read them and get ideas 🤓 however i have important stuff coming up and won’t be able to write for max two weeks !! i will still be active just won’t have any free time nor mental capacity to write ☹️☹️
incel mikey !! he’s oh so unhygenic and of course always has sex on the brain 🧠🧠 he probably gets desperate and experiments a lot ( mikey way playing with his butt .. ) and he has such a male centered view on women you just gotta show him how to actttt .
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ofcccc stupid incel 🙄 it’s obv this version of Mikey Way
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Pairing: Mikey Way x f!reader
Notes: incel neighbor Mikey and girl next door reader :33, his shitty perspective on women (you end up changing), masturbation, reader is bit of a bully, virgin Mikey, misogyny, facesitting, oral f receiving, begging, degradation, use of mommy,
Inspo/Request: Above! Btw lowkey basically stole a line from Grease
As soon as he got home, Mikey went up to his room, despite his mother trying to engage in conversation about the new family next door. That doesn’t matter at all to him. All his life is is working at different jobs until he’s fired, playing games, hanging with friends, and beating off. No girls in his life, though. Only thing women seem to be good for is him beating off. It’s not his fault, they’re all ignorant and snobby. He’s one for them being dominant, though. Thank god for the internet.
It was a bad idea for Mikey to have his window open a crack while playing with his (funny one there huh?). Curtains fully open because his window faces the once empty house, the one he forgot had people moving in it, especially since his window is parallel with yours. It wasn’t your intention to see, but the sight was funny. Some skinny emo guy bent over his bed with his skinny jeans around his ankles while grinding his hips in the bed and right hand wrapped behind him to try and finger his ass. Barely any relief, just enough to make him whimper. What a cute little butt, you guess. Certainly a messy ass room, and his hair was greasy yet fluffed up.
You open your window, noticing his is open a bit. Why fun is would be to freak him out. “What a sight!” As soon as Mikey hears your voice, he scrambles to his feet, yanking his pants up at lightening speed while looking around to find where the voice came from. It sounded like outside. Then he sees you, across from his window. Mikey opens his window fully. “Perv!” “You had your window fully open. There was no choice. And I wasn’t staring at you, trust me.” Ears growing redder than his face, he slams his window shut and curtains. Fucking girls. He might as well finish up, but this time angrily jacking off to that the mental image of his new goddess of a neighbor.
Pissing off that guy around your age got you an idea for tomorrow. Putting on your most polite smile, you went next door. A little sign on the mailbox said “The Ways.” Knocking on the door, a lady opened it, probably the mother. “Oh hello! You must be the new neighbor. Welcome. How’s it going?” The woman is cheery, and you put on your best innocent act back. “Oh it’s great! It’s wonderful to meet you. I’m very sorry to interrupt, but I was wondering if you had anyone around the house that could help me carry some boxes in?” She nods at your request, heading to the stairwell near the front door and hollering up. “Mikey, come here!”
She returns to the door with you, leaning against the frame. “He’s a bit of a homebody. Trust me, though, he will help.” Footsteps come from the stairs before stopping a few feet before the door, staring at who the guest is. His mom whips around, “Honey, this is the daughter that moved in next door. She needs help carrying boxes in. Give her a hand, will you?” Her tone was gentle, but forcing, making Mikey huff and walk out the door without a word. You trailed behind him until his mom shut the front door, catching up to his pace. The boy didn’t smell good at all, his shirt was covered in fresh and old stains, and his fucking pants weren’t even done up so his weird patterned boxers were peaking out.
“I don’t bite. You don’t gotta run.” You tease while both of you approach your front door, stopping. Mikey looks around. “There’s no boxes.” “I know. I just wanted to meet you more… formally. Plus, if you go back over, your mother is going to think you left little old me over here with too-heavy, big boxes.” Still standing before the porch, Mikey doesn’t see even come a step further. You’re lucky you even got him out of his room. “I don’t want to talk to you.” That opinion was sure loud and clear enough. You laugh, “Why? Are you mad at me for getting you to close your windows? Did you want everyone seeing you fingering your ass?” There goes the red ears again.
Pointing a threatening finger (he’s not even a little bit intimidating), he snaps, “You’re a prime example of why I don’t hang around with girls.” Now that just makes you laugh. You’re sure it’s girls don’t hang around him, not the other way around. “The only thing that hangs around you are the flies. You wouldn’t be half bad if you showered and got out of the house.” Mikey scoffs are your words, “There you go, thinking about how good looking I could be. I’m fine how I am. Maybe you just want to blow me.” You’re about to snap back, but Mikey goes on, “I wouldn’t let you blow me. You probably have put that mouth everywhere you can like every other girl in the town.” What an ego for a stinky guy.
Considering it’s clear Mikey won’t even come in, you sit on the porch steps, elbows resting on your knees. “You talk a lot about sex. Have you even had sex?” Now you’ve hit the nail with the hammer. Mikey’s entire neck, face, and ears have a red hue. “Well, don’t talk so much about it if you’re actually a virgin.” “Well, I don’t plan on having sex any time soon. Seems like all women are just skanks.” He snaps. This guy just makes you laugh. What a weirdo. “I’m going for a walk! How about you get back in the kitchen.” As he storms off, you just laugh harder. What a prick. It’s hilarious.
God, you make Mikey sick. He can’t even beat off with that conversation. Well there goes the list of things girls are good for, porn is off his list and it’s now empty. You are all he can think of. The body you got, the way you speak, just all of it. It’s the only thing that gets his rocks off, too, jerking his cock and spewing all over his hand while thinking about showing you a punishing throatfucking. Fucking whore. Wiping his sticky hand on his boxers, he sits up, looking to the window that goes into your room. Your back is to him, at some desk or vanity or table, something like that. He can’t see exactly what, your curtains are only half open, but your window open on this breezy sunny day.
It was like you were taunting him. You were just out of reach, and smart enough to close your curtains when you changed. It was a choice for Mikey to open his window and get your attention. Yet he still did it. “Hey! Hey, you!” The distant call caught your attention, turning around and approaching your window to see Mikey in his own. You sigh, annoyed, “Can I help you? I think you know where my front door is. Also, I have a name.” From the other window, Mikey shrugs. “You bug me, whatever your name is.” Really? “It’s Y/N. Is that all you had to say?” He shakes his head no, but doesn’t speak further. “Well?” “What are you doing?” That’s what he asks. Okay. “Nothing exciting to you.” Mikey nodded.
Mikey can’t help himself. Maybe he has a shot at getting laid. After all, he showered today (thoroughly? Uh…). “Can I come over?” This guy just makes you laugh. “Fuck no. Why do you want to?” Stammering, Mikey tries to explain himself, “Well, maybe I was a little harsh the other day. We could talk things out?” You’re about to dismiss him some more, but he holds up a hand. “Really, really. Please?” Whether it’s an act or genuine, Mikey has these undeniable puppy eyes. “Yeah, whatever,” you agree, “come over.” His intentions definitely aren’t obvious.
Not even bothering to change out of his cum stained boxers, tight jeans worn for the last 4 days, or clean shirt immediately turned stinky from his lack of deodorant and just a simple spritz of axe instead, he heads over to your place. At least he knocked. You went down to open it, looking over his appearance very similar to the other day. “Come in.” Inviting him in, he walks in, standing center by the door while you walk in the kitchen. “Can we go to your room?” You cock an eyebrow at his request, mumbling while heading up the stairs, “I was thinking the kitchen, but okay.” Mikey followed close behind you until in your room.
It wasn’t what Mikey was expecting. He’s never been in a girls room before. It smelled wonderful, like you, enough to make him twitch. Your room was an intimate projection of who you were. Mikey sat on the edge of your bed, taking his shoes off before tucking his knees to his chest… just in case he did get hard. “Tell me what you have to say, then.” You take a seat at the chair Mikey seen you at through his window earlier. “I’m sorry, I made assumptions about you that I do every girl.” The only response you give him is a hum of encouragement to continue. “What else am I supposed to say?” God, this guy…
“Why are you so sorry all of a sudden?” Mikey really wasn’t prepared. He thought a dumb broad like you would take his apology and maybe fuck him. “Well…. Well I just thought maybe you’re bored, being new in town, and- and-” “And what?” You insist. What could he possibly not spit out? “Well… you need some fun?” Raising an eyebrow at him, you push him on. “Fun with guys?” Oh my fucking god. “You came over because you thought I’d like to have sex with you.” You spew, which Mikey immediately acts like that’s not what he means. “No, no! Well, I mean- not exactly, but-” “No, just shut up. Listen. Do you wanna get laid that bad that you had to apologize to me and think that’d be it?”
All the poor boy did was stammer some more. One thing’s for sure, he’s not getting laid, but he needs to learn some fucking manners. “Don’t even try talking anymore. And one of us is getting laid right here, and it’s not you.” As you explain, you situate yourself by your pillows, propped up by your hands behind you. And of course you noticed why his legs are tucked up. “One, put your legs down. Fucking getting hard at me being mad? You have potential to be a good guy.” Saying nothing more, he puts his legs down, the tent in his tight jeans obvious. “W-What do I need to do to actually be sorry and for you to actually forgive me?” He asks, confused. He doesn’t know what’s in store for him.
Only a few minutes later, Mikey is underneath you while you straddle his face, licking up eagerly. “Fuck - please, I’m sorry - I was wrong, really- just let me taste you-” His fingers dig into your thighs, trying to pull you down more. Ur you hold him down by his scalp. “Nuh uh, Mikey. You don’t get what you want that easily when you’re such a prick.” When he tried to stick his tongue out, you hovered a bit higher, making him let out a pathetic whine. It makes you laugh. “Someone’s desperate. Why don’t you beg a little more?” “Please, please, please, Y/N. I need it to fucking bad. Just- Just nobody wants to fuck me. I’m desperate. I’m a whore-” “-Aw, does the disgusting little perv like degrading himself?-” “Yes, yes, Y/N - yes, mommy - please let me make you happy, let me make you cum. I’m so so so so sorry for being mean.” How hard he’s trying is enough for you to give in.
Lowering down, still hovering, Mikey goes for your clit, long, eager licks. Pride runs through him when you let out a pretty gasp; followed by a breathless laugh. “That’s it. You wanna call me mommy, now? Such a pathetic little thing. First time having pussy and you can’t get enough of it.” Nodding eagerly, he moans into your pussy, little muffled ‘mommy’s and ‘please’s. Little pants following his opened mouth licks. He’s still somewhat thinking about himself, though. “Please let me fuck you in some way after - your thighs, your mouth, your hand - fuck, please!” “Mmm-mmm, keep going, baby. I’m serious when I say you aren’t getting anything.” All he does is whine some, until you put a little more pressure on his mouth so he’s forced to lick you.
Now he can’t speak, but whines and moan while licking every inch of you. It’s like an unspoken rule that he can’t touch himself, he just feels like you wouldn’t want him to. Like you’d take your pussy away from him. He wishes he could, though, because every time you laugh at how pathetic he’s being or moan at how good he’s doing, he throbs some more. “I’m only doing this because you need a lesson, baby. If you want to even step into this room again, you’re taking me on a date. You’re manning up and becoming a real person if you even want to taste this pussy again. Can you imagine that, not being able to taste me?” Mikey hums a “no” into your cunt, the vibrations making you even more soaked.
There’s one issue, Mikey can’t fully taste you giving all this attention to your clit, even if it feels amazing for you. That tight grip on your thigh gives you a boost forward, so he can shove his tongue deep inside you, bumping nose rubbing against your clit in a delicious way instead. “Mmmph- fuck, such a quick learner, aren’t you- ah-” Mikey moans along with you, considering nothing has ever tasted better in his life. He wishes he could live off your tasty hole. You place your hand over his to steady yourself, all pressure put into your knees to grind on his face while his tongue squirms inside you. Breathing is a bit of a struggle, but Mikey doesn’t seem to care. In fact, it makes him harder.
The confidence he got with his tongue was beginning to get you close. You kept sitting on one knee, but got the other leg on your foot, enough to spread you open and keep him in reach. “Slide a finger in, baby. Make mommy feel really good. You got nice long fingers, might as well know how to use them.” “‘F course, mommy.” His fingers slide in no problem with how drenched you are, the squeeze tight and the stretch euphoric. “Fuck, baby, curl them like that and don’tstopwiththattongue!” One hand keeps resting on your knee and the other in his scalp, pushing him into your clit while he rapidly flicks at it, moaning like a little bitch at the amazing thought of making you cum.
The final curl of his fingers sent you over the edge, moaning and trying to still your quivering thighs. Mikey never stopped, holding his breath as long as he can to push you higher. You finally still him, pushing him down to hold at his hungry expression, his face soaked with your arousal and drool. “Am I really not getting anything back, mommy?” He tried to plead, a small sob from the desperation, but you just climb off and sit beside him, pulling a blanket over you and relaxing. “Take a shower, realize how lucky you are, and get better standards.”
and you know i think gerard way also has a slight necro kink . like he watches dead roleplay porn videos and it also adds to his somno— [GUNSHOTS] MY LEG !!!
Could you write headcannons for ddne trailer park trash Gerard ?
WHITE TRASHING WITH YOU
trailer trash!Gerard Way x f!reader
warnings : dddne , domestic abuse , substance abuse ( they’re pill-poppers ) , little bit of vom 🤏🤏 , heavy pain kink , they’re soooo trashy >_<
a/n : writing this based off the request above and a second trailer trash request i got !! ummmm ,, gerard and reader like to beat the shit out of each other , thats basically it :p my first set of hcs ever wowowowow , i’ve always wrote full fics/oneshots before this 0_o .
DOMINANT GEE
Gee loved to stumble through your two’s cramped trailer at all hours of the night. He smelled sickly of other women and had an ugly shade of red smudged across his lips. The minute a guy even smirked at you? It was a shit show. You were being shoved to your knees on the harsh cold floors of the trailer. Your clothes were being ripped off you as Gerard’s degrading yells rang in your ears.
Don’t even get me started on his temper. He was always on your ass for the smallest shit. You broke a glass? He’s screaming at you and pulling at your hair. You talk back? A slap to the face that lasts, your skin always stung for hours afterwards.
He couldn’t even care if he’s in public either. There have been a few time you’d be out on the lawn in a little skimpy outfit, sitting on a shitty lounger as you took a drag. Gerard would come busting through the trailer door (actually how he’s broken it a few times) and dragged you back into the house while he insulted you. All your neighbours oogled and it would always end up the gossip of the trailer park for days.
The guy was never sober, not like you were much better. Beers and alcohol brands of all kinds riddled the inside of your trailer. You’d wake up at a crisp 8 A.M. to Gee crushing pills into a powder, they could have been anything if you were completely honest but you didn’t really give a shit as you took the second straw Gerard had laid out for you. That’s how you and him had got the nickname of ‘junkie babes’ around the park after you two had went out in public high off your asses one too many times.
Sometimes you two would get back from the bar all too late, alcohol so strong on your breath it could have got a sober guy shitfaced. Gerard always got careless when he was plastered, his head swung back as he rubbed himself through his skin tight jeans while you brought all your alcohol back up into the toilet. If he was really nit-picky he’d even shove his fingers down your throat if you were only coughing up instead of letting it out in big spews like he always liked.
Your neighbours love to threaten the police on you two after a long night. You couldn’t blame them when you were screaming into the mattress that banged against thin walls when Gee thrusted harsh inside you. Or maybe it was when Gerard would slap you harsh as he fucked you missionary, yelling about how much of a “—fuckin’ nasty bitch.” you were. Maybe even when you two couldn’t make it five steps to the trailer bedroom before you were on each other, you were hooked up onto the counter. Gee would slam your head back into the wall, his blows were piercing, your ears would ring and your nose would burn. It always got you cumming and squirming around him in mere minutes.
One time after the cops did get called for one of Gerard’s public front yard fights, he suffocated you into the mattress. His hands were strong and the slight nails on his fingers dug into your scalp. You clawed at his arms, at the bedsheets, at your own legs god dammit. You could feel the need for air getting worse and worse as Gerard degraded you deep into your ear, “You know I wouldn’t have to do this if you didn’t cause so much fucking trouble. Oh fuck— ‘ya just love to make me have to start shit in public don’t you? Gettin’ too much for you love?” His hand shoved you deeper into the mattress at the last sentence. You had almost went limp before Gerard pulled you back up, the feeling was nothing less of euphoric, much better than any of those unlabeled pills that burned your nose.
SUBMISSIVE GEE
People always asked how the fuck you could stay with a lunatic like Gerard but they never knew how he acted during his ‘punishments’. No matter how many times Gee embarrassed you in public, made you run through makeup products to hide his marks, or threw you around like a doll, it always made up when he was snotty on the trailer floor at your feet. His bottom lip was pouty and he physically quivered while he trailed desperate apology kisses up your legs. “So sorry, ya— you know I am right baby? Don’t mean to hurt you so bad— just get such a temper. You know I don’t mean it, huh? Do ya’?” Gee would beg with genuine pleading curiosity in his eyes.
Punishing his manners via physicality like him ran short when he started to moan through it. He’s been into the ball busting stuff since the time you kicked him in the dick so hard it knocked the wind out of him only for you to be able to feel his rock hard erection with your foot a second later. The man is wrapped around your finger, nuzzling into your neck, all high and loopy, as he pouts to be punched in the gut, saying it’ll ‘help you knock out some steam’.
Fighting back with Gerard brought you pure relief. Watching him stumble to the ground when you got a good blow into his cheek. He had been flirting with girls at the local bar like he always did, thinking he was gonna be able to insult you and rub it in your face when you got home. He flashed you a shit eating grin that made you roll your eyes, god, he was bold and stupid. “Always checking out those fucking diseased women in the bar. My pussy you cry for not good enough? Ya’ need fresh meat do you?” You spat at him with a hand handling a good grip on the back of his hair. You could see his face contort to make a cocky comment back to which you sent a kick straight to his stomach. He retched forward, groaning in pain as he gagged on the floor.
You despised when he would start shit outside, it was just embarrassing and he knew it. Most times after you’d be so salty that you would tie him to the headboard and fuck with him for hours. Constantly edging and watching how harshly his dick would twitch when you took your hand away just before his orgasm blew over. He’d get so pissy with you, cursing and calling you names. Full vulgar language all because you wouldn’t let the ‘poor guy’ have his satisfaction of an orgasm. He’d go actually red with anger sometimes when you giggled at him, you couldn’t help it when he was acting physically and mentally like a nippy small dog.
Sometimes, when you have Gerard at your feet, mumbling shit about how much he loves his mama. You’ll have a joint at your fingertips, waving it in his face as he whined. If he tries to get too close? A sharp burn to his arm that makes him yip. He would start to grind harder into your shoe at the pain, it made him dizzy. Whenever you felt his cock against your foot you’d pull your thighs tight together and watch Gee crumble, watch him beg and plead to see all of you.
Gerard was obsessed with any mark you left him. If you ever went out without him (which wasn’t often), he’d catch a glimpse of the scars and spend the rest of his time alone jerking his cock. He liked to lightly graze his fingertips over the fresh burns or push hard into bruised skin. His cock would leak as he hissed at the pain. He just loved to know his mama was always on him.
