Hiiii!!!!!!! I'm August or A. I'm fine with any funny pet names as well. I'm a x reader blog mainly focusing on MCR and FOB, but I can always take P! ATD asks as well! (Also my main acc is @silly3gal so my likes will come from there!)
I also have a Co-writer who goes by Dani, and he'll indicate if a fic is his writing or not. (No longer active)
Will write:
I will write for NSFW and most Hardcore kinks as well as vanilla. I will also write any fluff or angst ideas. (I can't promise I will be able to answer fast, but I will try my best!)
Won't write:
I will not, however, write scat, any racist or homophobic topics.
GUESS WHOSE BACK! I come bringing a delicious ask…SO older divorcee gee who’s a single mom, she hires the reader who’s like in her 20s (so a bit of an age gap) to watch her kid, which she does. Gee arrives home like late and reader stays, and Gee just can’t let her go home empty handed!! ;)
-🧁
Co-Writer D Here! Hi cupcake!! We've missed you, glad to see you're back!! And to no one's shock, this ask is utterly delicious...
You never thought you'd get to a point in your life where the only way you could find jobs is through online forums/posts. You thought you'd be past that era of desperation, but college wasn't going to pay for itself, and you needed money NOW.
So, here you were on a Friday night, endlessly scrolling through page after page, looking for a simple job that didn't need any requirements, but also paid decently enough to where it was worth the time you were spending. And low and behold, after hours you found one simple little post: "HELP NEEDED: LOOKING FOR A NANNY, WILL PAY $25 PER HOUR OF WORK."
Underneath the title was a photo of the mother and daughter needing help looking after, and honestly, they were a cute family. The daughter's eyes mirrored her mother's perfectly, and their smiles just seemed to beam of the screen, that you couldn't help but grow curious about them. Besides... $25 per hour? For only one kid? You weren't even paid nearly as much in your last job, so why not?
Contacting the mother for more information about the job, she was very sweet and thankful for your help, saying it multiple times throughout the call, and assuring you that her daughter was not a difficult kid. She just needed someone to look over for her during the days when she had work,which thankfully lined up with your schedule. It almost seemed like it was meant to be with how things were working out so well, and you hadn't even met the family yet.
So, the following Saturday morning, you arrived at 7:30 AM sharp, just as the mother, Ms. Way told you to be.
Knocking on the door, you waited for a moment, adjusting your bag to stay on your shoulder before you finally heard the door open, and you stood straight to make your introduction-
Or, you would've if you weren't a little distracted by Ms. Way herself.
"Oh, sweetheart- you're already here!" She exclaimed as she adjusted her nightgown straps, as they seemed to fall down every time she moved her arm, and a peek of her chest became visible to you.
But you tried to look away and focus on her, as you gave her a soft smile and chuckled a bit, "well, I didn't want to arrive late."
She seemed pleased by your response, and stepped aside to let you in. The house was really nice, with toys scattered around the living room that really made it obvious a child was present.
"Are you hungry, dear?" Ms. Way asked, snapping you out of your train of thought. "I have enough to make you something quick." She explained, walking over to the kitchen as you swear your eyes kept going back to her dress, noting the way her body shaped around the fabric, each curve visible as the dress didn't do much to hide her skin.
"It's fine," You insisted, averting your eyes away as you kept examining her house, noticing the photos in the hallway, some simply being her daughter's baby photos, and others being of her daughter, and what you assumed were her dad.
But before you could even begin to think of asking, you heard a softer voice call out to Ms. Way, as you turned the corner to enter the kitchen, and finally met the daughter you were going to be taking care of for the rest of the day.
"Say hi, baby!" Ms. Way said, coming up behind her daughter as she nuzzled her cheek against her head, and her daughter giggled a bit, before looking at you and waving. You couldn't help but giggle a bit, seeing the milk-stache over her lips, with bits of cereal sticking to her lips, as your instinct made you grab a napkin that was in front of her and using it to wipe her face.
"Thank you!" Her daughter said, smile beaming just like it was in her photos, as you couldn't stop yourself from smiling at the sight of it, responding with a quick, "You're welcome."
Ms. Way quietly observed your behavior, before letting out a relieved sigh that she had made the right choice after all, kissing her daughter on the top of her head. "Mommy will be leaving soon okay baby? She's just gotta finish showing the guest around." She told her daughter, as she gave a quick nod to her mother, before continuing with her breakfast and Ms. Way stepped back from her, motioning you to follow her.
She showed you around the rest of the house, telling you where her daughter's room was, where her room was, the bathroom, backyard, garage, etc., before finally concluding the tour at her room.
"That's about everything." She sighed out, looking over at the clock on the wall, before looking back at you and beginning to list off your responsibilities for the day.
"I'll leaving you in charge of lunch and dinner," she began to list off, "I'll give you some money to buy takeout if you don't want to cook dinner. I also want you to help keep some order in the living room," she continued, as you saw her shiver at the thought, and a small giggle escaping you without even thinking, before she finally added, "and of course, if you need anything, you're free to call me."
And with that, she entered her room to finish getting ready, as you stayed there for a moment, almost waiting for her to tell you something more, but after standing there for 30 seconds, you finally became embarrassed with yourself and went back to the kitchen with her daughter.
At 8:30 AM, Ms. Way's bedroom door finally opened, as she walked out, still trying to adjust her flats before she finally dusted herself off, and heading for the front door. She made a quick pit-stop to the kitchen, quickly giving her daughter a kiss on the forehead as she wished her goodbye, before looking over at you and smiling.
"You'll do great sweetheart," She assured you, her hand swiftly brushing under your chin, and forcing your head to tilt up, before she added, "you're a natural." And just like that, she was out the door, leaving just you and her daughter home alone.
You turned your body around to face her daughter, watching as she wiped her face with her arm before looking up at you, her eyes beaming with excitement as you began to feel a little overwhelmed, but you reminded yourself that you were being paid to be here, and should try making the most out of it. "Well," you sighed, taking her dishes away to put in the sink, "what do you wanna do right now?"
At 9:00 PM, you finally began to settle down her daughter for the night, tucking her into bed as much as she fussed on waiting for her mom to get home. "She's going to be here soon." You assured her, helping bring the blankets over her body so she was all nice and bundled up. "Besides, I already let you stay up, and you don't want your momma finding out, do you?"
And that thankfully, seemed to convince her to finally stop fussing, as you giggled a bit and pet her head, brushing hairs away from her face as she closed her eyes. You knew that technically, once she was asleep, your job was done, and that you just needed to wait for Ms. Way to come back for you to either leave, or stay the night like you had planned, but in this moment, you didn't mind staying for longer than the next morning.
And as your train of thought ended, she finally was asleep, as you whispered to her, "Goodnight, sleep tight."
Carefully exiting the room, you made sure to close the door as quietly as you could to not disturb the poor girl's sleep, but just as you finally closed it, and let out a sigh of relief, you felt a hand rest on your shoulder and your skin jump.
"You really are a natural." Ms. Way complimented you, however, she couldn't stop herself from laughing at the way you jumped, trying to be as quiet as she could while she motioned for you to follow her.
"Thank you so much for keeping care of her," Gerard sighed out after calming down, as you trailed behind her and could sense the exhaustion coming off of her as she guided you over to the guest room.
"No problem," you said, waving your hand dismissively as she finally stopped, and opened the door for you, stepping aside to let you in. "This is what you paid me to do."
"That is true," she agreed, watching as you set down your bag at the foot of the bed, "but again, I can't help but thank you for taking the job."
You lowered to your knees to look through your bag, trying to find the extra clothes you'd packed, among other things so you could try settling down for the night, but as you did so, you could feel Ms. Way looming behind you, a sudden shiver running down your spine.
"Is there...anything else you want before I settle up for the night?" She asked, her hand resting right on your back as you felt your skin jump again. But when you turned around to look at her, all you could see was her shirt buttoned down to reveal her chest, your body burning up as you turned away immediately.
You could hear her giggling at your shyness, as you knew what she was doing to you, and you were left to figure out what to say, but you took a moment to take deep breaths and facing her. "You know what," you said, trying to keep your eyes on her, and not the clear display she was trying to make of herself. "I think there is something I want."
A smile grew on her face once more, but this one was much different compared to the other sweet ones she'd given you in the morning. This one was filled with purely sinister, as before you knew it, she had you pushed against the bed, arms on each side to keep you from escaping.
Her lips mashed into yours without a second thought, as you went wide eyes for a second, before completely giving in, throwing your arms around her shoulders as you grabbed onto her head. Your fingers buried themselves into her greying hairs, slightly pulling on them as she only groaned at the sensation, driving her to keep going with you.
The moment she felt your lip's part, she shoved her tongue in, your soft whimpers and whines being enclosed by her mouth, as she circled your tongue so eagerly, hungrily trying to taste you. Your brain truly couldn't wrap around the fact that this woman was the same one you met this morning.
But even when she pulled back, she wasn't done with you, letting her lips trail down your lips, down your chin, before reaching your neck. "Better hope you can hide these, sweetheart." She muttered into your skin, before letting her teeth sink down into the flesh, making you gasp at the suddenness of it, before it was quickly followed by another whimper. Her bite was deep, and stung so much, but the feeling of her mouth sucking down to soothe it left you in ecstasy, as your hands slowly fell from her head to her back, as you tried pulling her closer to get more.
And she was absolutely happy to give you more, as her teeth pulled at your skin, like she was an animal trying to rip it off in order to get to your flesh, and her hips seemed to buck against you, grinding against your clit as you whimpered even louder. It was a miracle she hadn't shut you up yet, because you weren't sure you were going to be able to.
One of your hands left her back and slipped its way to her chest, as hey went under her shirt and bra, and began fondling at the tits she'd been so eager to tease you with. Your fingers twisting her nipples, causing her to stop biting you for a moment and moan against your neck, as you seemed to have found a weak spot, and fully intended on exploiting it. You kept twisting and pulling at them, as your hand on her back helped keep her steady while you mindlessly humped against her, your head falling back into the mattress as you two moaned.
It felt like you could do this for hours and not get tired of it, and honestly, you would if you could, but, when she began to bite you again, and grind back against you even harder, you knew she was going to cum soon. So, you kept playing with her tits, letting her bite you, making her moan against you, until the very last time she grinded into you.
Her body shook for a moment, legs pressing against herself as her breaths became pants, before she finally pulled her mouth back, and rested on top of your body.
If you hadn't already made your mind up about staying in this job, the feeling of her weight on your chest as she tried calming her breathing, but each breath she took brushed against your bruised skin, was definitely enough to make it up.
A moments like this was far more worth than any money you would've been paid at another job. And you were happy to stay here, as long as she needed you.
Co-Writer D Here! I hate to come with bad news but after I finish with the Milf Gee ask, that will be the last thing I will ever post on Rank Truther. This decision has been one I've been considering for a long time, and I have finally come to the decision to quit Tumblr.
Thank you for all of y'all support, and thank August especially for making this possible! I know she will do great here, and post great things, but it's time for me to say goodbye!
One last kiss from Co-Writer D!!! Kisses to all of you xx!!!
Okay people update the fic is at 3k words, and I still haven't even got to the smut part so lets all hope this thing doesnt go on for too long or mamas gonna get the double barrel shot gun an do someth
Ohhh I like that abusive cowboy Gee who hits his wife idea..
Co-Writer D Here! Okay so good because me too...so now I have the perfect excuse to write for it!!!
Listen.
Obey.
And smile.
Those were the three things you'd learnt while being with Gerard in order to keep him happy, in order to keep him from lashing out at you and hitting you over and over again.
You knew this version of him was only a temporary hiccup in your 'happy' marriage. After all, the job of a cowboy wasn't an easy one, so you couldn't exactly blame him for getting stressed out and frustrated, right?
But the version of Gerard you first met, the charming and sweet man who walked into that dinner like he owned it, who came up to you, and held your hand so delicately like you were a wilting flower, he still existed, he was just buried underneath so much stress and work.
So, when he came home, grumbling under his breath as he slammed the door behind him, you tried not to jump at the sound and instead listened, picking up anything he'd say to give yourself some kind of idea as to what was to come.
When he came into the house and began calling out to you, yelling "Where the hell are you?", you didn't pretend to not hear him, or go hide in your bedroom, you stopped what you were doing and rushed over to him.
You walked up to him, spotting the way he struggled to take his boots off, as he leaned against the door, his leg shaking, struggling to keep him up. The sight immediately making you worry, as you tried coming closer, "Here," offering your hand for him to hold. "Let me help-"
But not only did he not push you away, but snapped at your offer, offended you would even think he couldn't help himself. "Just stop."
So, you obeyed, as much as it hurt you to see him struggle, letting out pained groans and sharp breaths, face contouring to pain every time he put pressure on his left leg.
"Just get me dinner." He finally shooed you away, as you obeyed his orders, even if all you wanted to do was help him over to the dining table instead of leaving him at the front door like this.
But you couldn't, so you simply nodded your head and smiled, stepping back as you headed to return to the kitchen with a quick, "yes, of course."
You tried to keep a smile while plating his dinner, even when you could see out of the corner of your eye him hobble, slowly making his way to the table. But you couldn't linger on it for long, as once you heard him sit with a groan, you knew that it was time for him to be serve.
You set down his plate of food, along with utensil, and to help him relax (and maybe keep him somewhat loopy so he'd be less likely to hit you), a beer that you'd been saving for him. But, as you watched him take his first few bites, your eyes seemed to revert back to his leg again, as worries began seeping into you again, and before you could stop yourself, you spoke up.
"What...happened?"
Unsurprisingly, you were met with silence, as he seemed to ignore the question at first, and you were about to just let it go for the sake of avoiding any more trouble.
But after he finished taking a bite, he finally responded with a grumbled, "It doesn't matter."
He took another bite, chewing a bit before swallowing, and taking a swig of his drink before letting out a soft exhale, and continuing his thought. "I'm not gonna die," He explained, as your eyes immediately glanced down from him to his leg once again, "and if I'm not dying, then you don't need to worry."
You let out a soft sigh as you should've known it was useless to ask, but you still wanted to make an attempt. "Okay." you finally responded, but just as you were going to take his plate away, he grabbed your wrist, your body freezing in an instant.
"Don't." He ordered, your hand starting to tremble as his grip got tighter, and his voice became colder. "Look at me."
You could feel your heart start to quicken as you turned your head over to him, as the fear of his hand striking you reemerged. You thought you had been doing so well, you did everything he said, but maybe you had been too pushy after all, or the food wasn't to his liking, but all the worrying wasn't going to change what he chose to do.
So, once you were staring at him, face to face, and he motioned for you to lean down to get closer, you did so, closing your eyes as you braced for his hands-
But, instead of feeling them a sudden strike, followed by a sting in your cheek, you felt his grip loose around your wrist, and move to rest against your cheeks, softly caressing them, before his lips finally met yours.
And for a moment, you swear you could feel the version of Gerard you once knew creep back. The gentle touches of his hand, the sweetness in his kiss, and the way he seemed to relax from it, as every worry or pained feeling he had vanished from one kiss.
At least, you let yourself believe that's what the kiss meant, as when he pulled back, you let out a breathy, "Thank you..."
He seemed pleased to see his kisses still had such an effect on you, as he slowly pulled his hands away from your face, and stood up from his seat, as you began to get excited that maybe, just maybe he'd give you something more-
"Now clean this up." He ordered, as you suddenly felt a wave of embarrassment and disappointment wash through you. Of course, he wasn't ready to give you anything more than a simple kiss, his leg was hurt for god's sake, but you had gotten so hopeful, that logic seemed to have left your mind.
"Yes, of course." So, you listen, obeyed his order, and smiled. Just like every other time you have.
D Notes: I fear I could've made him way more abusive, and I can, but GRRR DO I HATE THIS FUCKED HE CAN ROT IN HELL AND STAY THERE NO MATTER HOW MUCH HE SCREAMS BECAUSE HE FUCKING DESERVES IT-
Co-Writer D Here! So, Gerard finally tried making his moves on you and the only thing y'all have for reference porn, how could this possibly go wrong? Well, as long as y'all have fun, then it can't!
Word Count: 1.9K
Tags: First Time, blow job, both are inexperienced, they're so stupid I hate them
Neither of you was exactly sure what to do. Sure, the texts you sent to each other said otherwise, but when texting one another, you could hide behind your screen, think about what you wanted to say, and respond.
But when you were in his bed, resting against his shoulder, with your breath softly brushing against his neck, how was he supposed to do anything? You looked so comfortable like that, and he didn't want to ruin that, but he so obviously wanted things to progress that he just sat there awkwardly, trying to piece together in his mind an excuse so things could.
He moved his hand to grab yours, his fingers softly grazing across the back of your hand, as he heard you softly chuckle at the sensation and nuzzle into him more. And somehow, that small action stirred him on even more, as he struggled to even keep his heart under control. Every little touch you gave him made his skin burn, his head went blank, his words lost sense, and he itched to show you just how he felt.
So, he decided to be honest with you, his lips shaking as they parted. You always told him to be and insisted that you'd always be willing to hear him out, so why not? Today was the day he finally took that advice and took a chance. He took a deep breath, trying to ease himself into asking as he let go of your hand, moving it to your shoulder to grab your attention, and once he had it, he knew that there was no backing out.
"Babe..." He started, already tempted to back out now that you had your eyes on him, his breath getting shaky as he felt his cheeks get warmer (making it all clearer to you that he was planning something).
"Yes?" You asked, a little confused as you examined him, watching as he squirmed, his gaze moving back and forth between you and his lap, and his mouth opening to say something, but no noise would escape.
"Gee?" You called out to him, bringing your hand to rest on his knee, as you started to worry. The longer he stayed quiet and grew tenser, as he looked like he was about to burst into tears. But all you ended up doing was stirring him on even more, his cock starting to get hard as he felt so pathetic for being so scared.
"Can I kiss you?" He finally managed to blurt out, cheeks fully red now as he felt a part of himself die for practically yelling it out, as he could see the gears in your head slowly working until they finally stopped, and you perked up
"Y-yeah, sure." You stumbled over your words a bit, not to say you didn't want to kiss him; you were just a little surprised by the sudden request, especially when he was acting like he was going to ask for something far worse. But if a kiss is what he wanted, a kiss is what you'd give him.
His hands quickly came to your face, cupping your cheeks as he leaned in and mashed his lips into yours, eager to finally get something. You let out a soft hum in response, your hand traveling further up his leg as you smiled against his lips. But when you pulled back, he didn't move his hands away, only staring at you softly before softly asking, "again?"
And how could you deny him when he asked so nicely, as now it was your turn to get eager. Your hand slipped up to his stomach, as you softly squeezed the fat there, trying to be teasing and playful. You knew that you'd get a reaction from him, as maybe he'd hold you tighter, or pull you in closer, but you didn't expect him to whimper, as you paused and could feel him freeze up.
"I- I didn't-" He stuttered, all confidence he had completely vanishing as he let go of your face and started to shrink into himself. You could see him on the verge of stopping altogether for the sake of not humiliating himself any further than he believed he had, but you had just started getting into enjoying yourself and weren't ready to stop.
"No, no, it was cute!!" You insisted, pulling your hand away from his stomach to hold his hand instead, but he still looked away. He grumbled under his breath that 'it's not' and that 'you're just saying that', but you kept insisting. "Come on," you said, letting go of his hands to move them to his face, cupping it as you asked, "Can I keep going?"
He slowly looked back at you, letting out a soft sigh before grabbing your wrist and pulling your hand away from his face. You were ready for him to tell you he was done and pull your hands away completely, but that's not what he did. Instead, he brought your hands back down to his stomach before letting go, giving you a small nod when you looked at him to double-check.
So, you kept going, as your hand softly rubbed and squeezed at his stomach, feeling just how warm he was underneath his clothes. Your cheeks heated up every time you heard him whimper, as you began thinking of what other noises you could draw out of him.
Your hands moved further down his body, moving from his stomach to his hips, before going from his hips to his legs, as you continued to squeeze his soft body, and watch him squirm more. But then you grazed over his crotch, and you felt his boner against his pants, as he softly moaned at your touch.
You looked up at him again, checking on him as he nodded again, and you let your hand rest on his dick, slowly starting to palm him as his breaths became sharper, and his dick twitched against your hand, until you finally pulled his hands down, and his cock sprang out, slapping against his stomach.
Your breath hitched at the sight. His dick was so hard, as it just seemed to beg for your attention, twitching and slowly starting to leak out pre-cum from his slit. You couldn't help that your mouth began to water, craving to have a taste of his dick, after talking about doing so many times over text, and showing him that you weren't lying about the things you said you'd do.
"Gerard," You spoke up, swallowing the spit that was building up in your mouth before continuing, "Can I-" And suddenly, the words refused to come out of your mouth, as you felt your cheeks heat up and your eyes avert away from him. "C-can I-"
You were getting frustrated with yourself, as each time you opened your mouth, trying to force the words out, they failed you, as you could see Gerard starting to move to check on you, before finally, you blurted, "Can I just- suck you off, please?"
He was caught off guard, but definitely not complaining, as he quickly relaxed and nodded once again, "yeah, yeah, go ahead." You immediately leaned your body down, grabbing the base of his dick and kissing at the tip.
He already moaned from those little actions, so you could only imagine what would happen when you finally took him in your mouth, as he continued to whimper as you kissed down his shaft, licking at his pre-cum. The taste made you hungry for more, as you finally took him whole in your mouth, choking as you got to the base and your nose brushed against his pubic hair, but his response made it worth it.
His head leaned back, eyes closing to savor the feeling, as he moaned once again. "Mhm- fuck, I can't believe we're doing this." He panted out, unable to stop his hand from resting on the top of your hair to keep you down.
He wasn't that big, but he was thick, forcing your mouth to open wide to be able to take it all, spit dripping down your chin and getting all over him, until you pulled back just enough so you could breathe again.
But once you caught your breath, you immediately took him in your mouth again, but this time making sure to stimulate his tip specifically, as you bobbed your head up and down, your spit from before making it easier to do so.
"Ah- you feel so good.." He praised, softly petting your head as he looked down at you, and moaning at the view of you sucking him off. The number of times he'd dreamed of this very moment, seeing you so eagerly take his dick like you were addicted to it, gagging and choking on it, he couldn't even begin to process it.
So, to have you doing that now, after all those days he jerked off to the thought of it, he couldn't help but love it.
"fuck-" he moaned, his grip on your hair getting tighter as you suddenly start to feel his dick start to buck into your mouth, his dick trying to shove its way down your throat as he moaned even louder, feeling you gag around him.
It got to the point he just grabbed your head and forced you completely down on him, as he mindlessly began fucking into your mouth, getting closer and closer, until he finally moaned out "Babe!"
And suddenly, he stopped, and you felt his cum shoot into your throat, as you had no choice but to either swallow it or cough it out. You ended up doing the latter, as much as you wanted to swallow it all, but he didn't seem to care all that much, as he was currently trying to get his brain back together.
You coughed, and coughed, the taste of his cum and dick now in the back of your throat, until you finally were able to stop and you looked over at him, observing just how out of it he was...over a simple (and honestly shitty) blow job.
But, you found it cute in the end, as you wiped away any remaining spit and cum with the back of your hand, before leaning down again, but this time to kiss him, letting him taste himself.
Pulling back, you watched as his brain slowly orientated itself, his eyes going from hazy back to the way they were before, until he finally managed to speak, with his first words being, "Are you...you okay?"
You couldn't help but giggle a bit at his question, as you quickly nodded and assured him you were fine. "It kinda hurts but...not in a bad way," you added, teasing him a bit, even when you doubted he would understand that's what you were trying to do.
But, he seemed relieved to hear you were okay, as you watched him let out a sigh of relief and relax at your assurance. However, even though he was glad to know you were okay, he kept talking.
"I'm...I'm sorry." He said, mostly to make up for being rather rough with you nearing the end, but, if you were being completely honest, you didn't care, and you made sure to tell him that.
"Shh," you hushed him, leaning down again to give him a quick peck, "it's okay."
"You can make it up to me next time." You reminded him, as you felt him smile against your lips, and he brought his hands around your neck to pull you even closer for another kiss.
hiii can we get some basement gee in the chat thannkss
(do i use the same anon here … its not taken so..)
-🦌
Co-Writer D Here! Course you can, I knew he was going to be requested again sooner or later. (and yes, you do pup, but either way, I'd know it's you)
When you first met him, it was at a local comic store that the both of you often came to.
Usually, you preferred to come during the morning before work, or on weekends during the late afternoon, but this time, you'd found yourself with a day off during the week, and with nothing to do, you decided to make a visit
When you usually came, it was quiet, with only you and sometimes one other person (which was normally the cashier) there browsing through the sections, but this time, when you came there was a hell of lot more than one person there.
Most notably was a group of friends, probably in their 20's, who were making a ruckus of things and honestly annoyed you, but you tried your best to ignore them, you weren't going to let a couple of guys ruin your free day.
But...you couldn't exactly ignore them when you could feel one of them staring you down.
He so obviously was into you, and had no filter to hide it either, flushed cheeks, stuttering, quick glances, you get the idea.
But it didn't seem to matter in the grand scheme of things. Sure, you did like the attention, but you couldn't see yourself actually bothering with him.
It didn't help that, the entire time he was ogling at you, his friends had to constantly drag him away, scolding him for being weird.
You ended up leaving after a bit (much to Gerard's disappointment) and thought you were never going to see him again.
But oh, were you so wrong, as not even a few weeks later, he popped back up. But this time, he was alone.
He still acted the same way he did before, but, at a certain point of you ignoring him, he got the hint he wasn't making any progress with you.
You thought that he was done, that he realized you weren't going to entertain him, and he was going to move on. So, you stopped thinking about him, and finally were able to mind your business for a bit, until:
"Uh- Hi...I- uh-" He was face to face with you, eyes averted down as he struggled to get his words out, and honestly...it was kind of cute. But then, you watched him take a big deep breath, and look up at you, extending his hand to you and repeating himself.
"H-hi, I'm Gerard." He finally introduced himself, before tilting his head to the side, and smiling as confidently as he could. "What's your name?"
So, you caved and finally talked to introduce yourself to him. And just like you had thought, he was awkward, but he was also surprisingly sweet. He apologized for the staring once you finished introducing yourself, attempting to explain that he didn't mean to come off as creepy (even though thats definitely not what you thought he came off as) and that if you were uncomfortable, he could go.
But- you told him you didn't mind, or even care, and were just happy to hear him acknowledging he had been a bit weird. He was obviously surprised but relieved to hear your quick forgiveness, and immediately lighted up when he realized that meant he could keep talking to you.
So that's exactly what you two did. Talking for much longer than anticipated over common interest, basic information about one another, and even why you two preferred to come to this shop specifically.
It got to a point you two decided to leave and find somewhere else to talk, going to a coffe shop near by to sit, as you found yourself enjoying his company.
And it seemed the more he talked, the more confident and assured he seemed with himself. His awkwardness still peered though at times, but at least now, he could actually get through a sentence or two before stuttering over this words.
And it was at that point, you knew you were too deep in to make him leave... But it was also at that point that you realized, you didn't want him to.
-Wolf Ray twice readers size, reader can't handle it and passes out
-Abusive cowboy Gee who hits his wife 💔
-Mental hospital patient Mikey
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Co-Writer D Here! See these are some great ideas (especially the wolf ray because I've had something like it in my draft list for a while), but that last one with Mikey is intriguing me so much...I need to write it...
Despite everything you'd seen working in this hospital, the thing that horrified you the most was when you started to fall for Mikey.
You always had a soft spot for your patients, and how couldn't you? All of them were brought here because they were struggling with something, so could you really be at fault when you felt sympathy for them? But, out of all of them, one in particular had stood out to you.
During the entirety of his admission, he didn't speak once and refused to answer any questions from the doctors, which was typically of most patients, especially the ones that didn't exactly volunteer to be helped. But when he finished his evaluation, it was your time to take him to his room, as he slowly followed behind you, his head remaining low as you couldn't help but feel bad for him, as he just looked so sad.
"I know it's hard to understand," you started, looking over your shoulder to keep an eye on him, trying to keep a sympathetic expression to hopefully make him comfortable, "but we are here to help. I swear."
You waited to see if he was going to response, and hopped that he would, even if it was just a one word answer, but after a moment of silence, you accepted he still wasn't in the mood to talk, as you let out a small sigh and took your eyes off him.
Eventually, you made it to his room, as you stopped and turned to face him, unlocking the door with your badge for him to step into, but before you could speak, he actually spoke up.
"Don't make me go." He pleaded, his voice shaking as his eyes looked up at you, and you saw the exhaustion that covered his face completely.
"I shouldn't be here," he explained, bringing a hand to grab yours, but on instinct you stepped back, as his eyes widen and he began to get more desperate for you to understand. "please, just listen to me."
"I'm okay! I swear, they don't know what they're talking about-" he kept inisting, as the more you started to look concerned, the more he tried conviving you, as he assumed that the look on your face meant you though he was talking nonsense.
"Please! Get me out of here-" He started yelling out, tears starting to pool up in his eyes as much as he tried containing himself, trying to appear more stable than he actually was in order to convince you he was fine. "just-" But he knew he was failing miserably, as he tried throwing last ditch efforts for you to at least pity him, successfully grabbing your hands as he pulled them to his chest and begged.
"don't make me stay-" his voice broke, as you could feel just how badly his hands were shaking, unable to stay perfect still anymore, and swore you could feel your heart breaking into a thousand pieces.
But before you could open your mouth to say anything and provide him with any verbal comfort, the commotion had notified other doctors of his outburst, as they called for security to come pull him off you, as you felt his nails dig into your skin, piercing the flesh as you winced.
He wasn't ready to let you go and let his only chance to leave go, even if at this point it was quickly useless as security got closer and closer. He tried pulling you into him, throwing himself onto your body so the guards couldn't pull him off as easily.
"Don't- DON'T LET THEM TAKE ME-" He yelled, panic filling his voice as you tried prying yourself off him, but he just held you tighter, making you cry out from the feeling of his nails digging into your back, his breathing getting so heavy and disorientated, you could barely hear anything beside it.
But, as he had predicated, his attempts were futile in the end, as in one moment, his overwhelming presence covered you, as his pleading voice cried into your ears, and in the other, his weight was gone, as you heard him let out a panicked "NO-"
One of your co-workers came to your side once he was dethatched from you, trying to check up on you as you could see their lips moving, and could hear them asking you something, but all you could focus on was still him.
They managed to restrain his arms, as much as he tried to get them free, and he got pushed into his room so he could keep away. The door closed behind him quickly, his shaky breaths audible from behind the door, as when you were finally helped up, and looked at the small window of his door, you saw him looking at you, tears falling as he mouthed to you "please..."
You didn't have to go back to see him, you could explain the chief that because of what you had experienced, you would no longer be willing to care for him, and someone had to take him instead.
But that's not what you did. You had to show you weren't afraid, if not for him, for yourself.
So when the morning came, and it was time for his first official breakfast, despite your co-worker being all the more willing give him it for you, you insisted to go yourself, on your own.
Arriving at his door, you took a deep breath, trying to prepare for the worse, just like you did with any other of your patients, before finally bringing your hand to knock the door.
"Mikey?" You called out from the door, listening for any kind of respond before knocking again, this time a little harder. You wouldn't blame him if he was still asleep, but he did have to wake up, or else someone else would, and you doubted he wanted to be visited by the doctors again so soon.
"Mikey-" You called out again, waiting to hear for any sign that he was awake, even trying to peer through the small privacy curtain that blocked you from seeing inside his room, but when you received nothing, you sighed and opened the door for yourself.
Opening the door, you were met with his back facing you, body curled into himself with the blankets hiding him in his entirety. You couldn't help but feel sympathetic for him, as he so clearly was miserable here, but you knew that no matter what he said, the only way he'd leave is if he'd actually make improvements.
But...perhaphs that was a conversation for another day, as he still needed much more time to process that he was even here before he could begin the healing process.
"Mikey? It's me..." You told him, pulling up his side table to set down his breakfast tray for him, adjusting it so it could be over his bed, trying to make it easier for him when he got up to eat. "I brought you some breakfast, and was hoping you would eat a little before your first check up."
You just wanted him to try getting comfortableand we're trying your best to make sure he was, but even after giving him another minute to get up, he still refused to, remaining the exact same much to your disappointment.
"Mikey?" You called out again, slowly getting yourself get closer as you sat on the edge of his bed, and let a hand come to shake his shoulder lightly, as a part of you was honestly still afraid of pushing him too far and causing a repeat of yesterday.
But when he continued to remain quiet, you let your hand come back to your side, as you looked away and tried thinking of something to say, hoping that even if he was refusing to do anything,.he could at least listen to you.
"Look," you started, "I know you don't want to believe it, but we are here to help you."
"I'm here to help you." You emphasized, trying to get him to understand the help you could offer,even if he didn't seem to want it.
"and...i know I didn't yesterday," you admitted, remembering the way you watched him yell and scream for you to stop the other doctors and yet all you had done was stand there frozen. "And I should've said something before they put you in here and locked you away like-"
'Like an animal' was what you wanted to say, but saying that would be admiting that technically, he had been right to be so resistant to help. So instead, you let the thought go and tried rephrasing.
"...but the point is, you have to let us help you..." You insisted, looking back at him, and growing a small frow when you noticed he was still curled up,as it seemed that nothing was working.
So, you made him a promise, a stupid one you knew deep down you wouldn't be able to keep, but you made it nonetheless. "I promise, I won't let anyone ever do something like that to you again..." You told him, letting your hand return to his shoulder, as this time you softly rubbed it trying to soothe him before finally asking again:
"So please, eat. Just a little?"
...
You sighed again, as after waiting, and waiting for him to get up, or at bare minimum move and shower he was listening, you let your hand retract and come off him.
You tried your best, but it was clear that the both of you were still shaken up by yesterday, and he wasn't willing to talk to you yet. So, you stood up, dusting off your uniform for a moment, and heading to the door to leave him be.
Or, at least you would've of, if you hadn't immediately felt your walk suddenly being stopped, as force on your wrist kept you from moving. And when you looked back, you saw him, finally up, with his hair all frizzled and in his face.
"Don't leave." He said, holding you by the wrist firmly, as he looked at you with those teary eyes you struggled to say no to, as your heart felt like it was tearing apart when you felt yourself about to tell him 'no'.
Why did he have a change of heart now? Did he only just wake up? Or had he been pretending to ignore you? But why would he do that, if he wanted ftou to stay all along?
"Please..." He pleaded, just like he had the other time, expect now, you could hear a hint of frustration within his pleas the longer you stayed quiet, as his grip grew tighter, his nails digging into your flesh.
"Mikey, you're hurting me-" You tried telling him, but that only seemed to make his grip tighter, as you could feel your hand starting to lose circulation and the pain starting to get worse.
But when your instinct made you try to pull back, as the warning of your co-worker started to come back to you, suddenly Mikey's grip loosened and his voice dropped to a soft whisper, just like it had the first time he spoke to you.
"Please."
You looked down at your wrist, spotting the mark that was now left on it because of him, and your gut told you to leave. This had been the second time he'd hurt you in order to keep you with him, and from the way he didn't even apologize either time, it didn't seem it was going to be the last time...
And yet..stupidly, those sad eyes of his made your heart soften just enough to give him another chance, as you let out a soft sigh and sat back down on the edge of his bed.
"okay..." You told him, as he seemed surprised by your agreement, but finally seemed to sit up as a result. Your hand came to the pained wrist to softly rub and soothe it, but as much as you wanted to get made at him for hurting you, you instead forced out a soft smile and assured him. "I'll stay."
And from that point ln, you knew that he had you wrapped around his finger, and that you were going to suffer the consequences of letting yourself give him another chance.
Co-Writer D Here! You know what, I think I can drop something quickly, just for you!!
"Now, pup, what did I say about being still?" He told you, as he pulled on the leash again, as your body had to fight against the force.
You were trying your best to stay still for him, with your hands behind your back, and knees on the floor as you sat like the obedient dog you were, but with the way his shoe grinded into you, the mixture of pain and pleasure making your head spin, you couldn't help but want to grind into him.
But you did your best to either way, as he watched you moan and whine, so clearly being pleasured, but not truly letting yourself enjoy it, as he simply smiled and reveled over the control he had.
"Look how good you are now," he praised, keeping one hand holding onto the leash and the other to rest on the top of your head, before slowly beginning to ruffle your hair. You wanted so badly to lean into his hand, rub your cheek against his palm so he could give you more pets, but you knew if you moved now, he'd stop, and that was the last thing you wanted.
"You keep this up; I'll have to reward you." He added, watching as your expression lightened up a bit, as even at the mere thought of a reward made you all the more obedient. But he could tell a part of you still doubted his words, after all, you'd been on your knees for so long, and had gotten nothing yet, so he spoke and directly called to you.
"Would you like that, puppy?"
You glanced up at him, trying to figure out if he was only asking rhetorically, or if he was actually asking you, but once he gave you a soft nod and a muttered 'go ahead', you immediately perked up and barked for him, as your tail would've been wagging like crazy, hitting against the floorboard.
"That's right," he chuckled, happy to see you get all excited, as he let his hand slip down to behind your ear and scratched at it, causing you to whine even more then you already have. "Course you would."
"My sweet pup deserves all the best rewards..." he whispered to you, taking in the way your eyes closed when he scratched at the spot you liked the most, letting out low hums and whines at the sensation.
This is what he loved most, being able to be with you, his sweet puppy.
Hey it's 🧋!!!! Do you do dead dove? If you do, can I ask for something dead dove-r from dilf werewolf Ray?
Co-Writer D Here! I'm willing to do dead dove, I only have a few rules about it that I won't write (that i'll put here), otherwise, go ahead!
ONLY RULES IF YOU'RE GOING TO ASK:
-no frank (A would kill me for taking a frank ask)
-no scat
-no waycest (faux/incest is okay)
