𓏲ּ𝄢𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍― just a dumb slut who loves attention and falls in love too easy. any models under 16 will be asked to leave the runway !
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┈ 2000s!gerard who… is the most domestic being alive.. back rubs, spooning, even though you haven’t put a label on the two of you just yet..
┈ 2000s!gerard who… is also an absolute fiend for you and your body, constantly has his hands on you somewhere; whether it’s your hips, your thighs, chest, even his arm linked with yours he just needs to be touching you
┈ 2000s!gerard who… suggests frotting one night.. he’s inbetween your legs the second you agree, pawing at your boxers — hands fumbling like he has butter for fingers
┈ 2000s!gerard who… presses his cock against yours and a guttural moan rips from his throat as his hand struggles to envelope both of your lengths
┈ 2000s!gerard who… can’t help but whimper and whine at the feeling of your tips together, he’s sniffling and tears are brimming in his eyes as his hips start to buck up uncontrollably
┈ 2000s!gerard who… cums faster than you’ve ever seen, breath ragged as whines still escape from his lips, both you and him are covered in your mutual fluids, both fucked out
can’t get that fucking fic outta my head its been like 4 months now (its 12am i’ll edit this tomorrow…)
fan continuation of fawnguro’s ray fic, smut under cut
ray keeps his promise, untangling your leg from the wire— you hiss as your raw flesh is exposed to the cold night air, blood beginning to trickle down your thighs. you try to stand, legs wobbly from being stuck in your captive position so long.
luckily ray is there, and kind enough to catch you in his arms. your ear is to his chest, your injured leg bent at the knee and elevated.
“shhh, yeah that looks real bad, don’t it bunny?” he soothes you, petting his fingers through the leaves and dirt stuck in your once glossy hair, freshly washed and braided with the intention of sleeping in it. you whimper at the thought of how dirty you’ve gotten— your body covered in dirt, and blood, and cum.
“shh, shh.” ray takes your chin in his fingers, guiding your eyes to meet his. “can’t have you cryin’ now.”
you don’t even register what you’re doing— between the mix of seeking comfort from a warm embrace and the wetness that had coated the insides of your frilly panties from your earlier actions, you capture your lips with his.
he has to lean down just to meet you, and he does. he wants this, with you. one firm hand stays placed on your chin, the other snaking down, prodding your clit. you gasp as he feels the wet patch.
“needy little thing, shit.” you can feel him hardening against you, again, and you whine into his mouth. you’ve never felt like this before, never acted like a harlot. sure, you knew what sex was— you had just sucked his dick. amateurly, and mostly got face-fucked, but sucked it nonetheless.
“c’mon.” he guides you, carefully turning you around and allowing you to limp toward the trunk of a tree. he places both of your hands onto it. your hips are jutting out behind you with your ass against his crotch, which he wastes no time rutting into you.
“shiiit, bunny. haven’t— hah— haven’t had a sweet cunt in a while, yknow. don’t get a lotta visitors up here.”
you yelp as he cuts through your panties with his pocket knife, both from the air licking at your wetness and his knife knicking the skin above your ass crack. you weren’t sure if it was on purpose or not, but he doesn’t apologize, only swipes a finger from your clit to your taint, earning a mix of a laugh and a moan from the unfamiliar feeling.
“so fucking wet, yeah? all f’me bunny…”
you can feel the warmth of his cock radiating onto you as he lines his tip up to your seeping cunt, pushing in agonizingly slow. the stretch burns despite the cocktail of your wetness and blood, gasps forcing their way out of your throat. your legs are shaking, his hands on your hips holding you as steady as he can.
“stop, stop— please it hurts, stop!” you whine, to no avail. your pleas falling on deaf ears as he bottoms out inside if you. blood and juices drip onto the forest floor below you as he moves at his own pace, no regard for the sobs racking through your body.
your palms rubbing raw from holding onto the tree trunk so you don’t fall limp.
after what feels like forever, the burn subsides and his movements begin to hit a soft, spongey spot inside of you that mixes deliciously with the pain of your wounds. you feel dizzy— be that from the white, hot pleasure he’s fucking into you or the loss of blood you’re not sure. you’re not even sure you care, a coil tightening inside of you, hot and fiery as the woodstove back at your grandparents cabin, where they think you’re sleeping.
“so good, bun— fuck, so good…” his thrusts are getting sloppy, his pace less brutal. his fingers reach over to toy with your clit, only a few messy movements of his hand and you’re gasping for air, cunt clamping and slamming around him. your body involuntarily convulsing, your moans broken and your throat scratching itself raw.
it doesn’t take much longer until his hips are stuttering and he stills inside of you, heavy breaths in your ears and a thick, warm liquid spilling into you.
you both stand there for a moment, catching your breath against the tree. you whimper as he starts thrusting again, gently, in and out of you— pulling out of you as gently as possible. your knees wobble, nearly sending you to the ground before ray catches you once again, allowing you to use him as a crutch.
“s’okay bunny, don’t worry. there we go, good girl…”
his words leave butterflies in your tummy.
“mmph— m’sorry, sir.” you yawn into his side.
“ain’t nothin’ to be sorry for, doll. c’mon, i’ll bring you back to my place, m’kay.” considering he had fantasized about kidnapping you not too long ago. had fantasized about eating you, like you were a seared rabbit or venison hide. that alone should’ve been cause for you to resist. you should’ve resisted, shouldve ran. but you were heavy—sluggish with exhaustion and your leg was in no shape to be used as an escape...
you could only follow him, your arm wrapped around his back for support as you limped across the damp, autumn ground.
his place wasn’t too far, at least it didn’t seem so. he ran some hot water into a bowl and grabbed whiskey from the cupboard. you weren’t paying too much attention, your head in your arms as you rested on the kitchen counter, your injured leg propped up on the chair beside you.
you hiss as he dabbed a wet washcloth against your wounds.
“this is gonna sting s’more, okay? then we’ll get you all bandaged up— maybe it’ll teach you not to go places you don’t belong, little lady.”
you force yourself to keep quiet, teeth digging into the flesh of your hand as he dabbed the whiskey on your wound. he mumbled something about how disinfectant is only at the store in town and he hasn’t gone in god knows longer than he’s proud of…
he dries off the excess, bandaging your wound like he promised before lifting you up again. you’re lying on his couch, him combing the grime from your hair, using another wet cloth to clean off your legs, face, arms, and anywhere else that got stained by the dirt.
“you’re so much prettier in the light, doll. pretty thing like you shouldn’t get all messy like that.”
he caresses your cheeks, calloused thumbs swiping over them like you’re a dog or a child.
“you’ll be sleepin’ here, an’ i don’t wanna hear a word about it.” you smile softly. “in the mornin’ we’ll pay a visit to your folks and let them know what a naughty girl you’ve been, m’kay.”
you turn your head away from him. telling your family? you thought he had liked you enough to at least spare you the embarrassment, but he was a stranger, after a—
“ah!” you cry out, his hand slapping your cheek. a warm, reddish mark quickly blooming.
“look at what you made me do, bun.” his words are harsh, but the way he brings your head to his chest as you choke back sobs, weakly trying to push him away. “m’sorry, but you gotta listen. not be a brat…”
“we’ll tell your folks you’ve been out past dark, n’then i’ll tell them all about your little accident, kay?” you just nod.
“good girl.” despite the pain, and the fear you now feel, you practically purr at the name, rubbing your thighs together absentmindedly.
“that wire sure was expensive, you think they’ll mind you comin’ here n’ working it off?…”
“i thought you said—“ he presses a firm finger to your lips.
“don’t interrupt me.” he scolds. “i don’t want your money, ‘n i got enough wood to last me ten winters.”
“no, you’re gonna work it off, ‘kay? you’ll be good at it, doin’ just what we have been.” his voice was getting fuzzy, your eyes getting droopy as your ears zeroed into the beating of his heart and the crackling of the fire across from the two of you. you nod slightly, not entirely realizing what you’ve just agreed to before your eyes flutter shut, the pain a memory for tomorrow.
I'll never recover from this ... early Gerard fan-boying a porn star Im dead ... I have to write about this or someone, anyone, please do right now or I'll have a seizure please I need a fic about this
“I don’t like lookin at busted broads puke. I like pretty girls, puking as much as possible. I can’t get enough of it. And it’s even cooler if they are fully clothed..”
