Velvet

Life is demanding without understanding

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♡Intro/Masterlist♡

Hey I'm Velvet! You can call me velvet or vee idm:)

My pronouns are she/they!! I'm a very new writer so I'm very aware my work is mediocre lmao.. I have a lot of time on my hands so I decided I'd pick up writing as an extra hobby and to see where it could go!! I'm very self indulgent especially when it comes to girlrard or milf gee so mb if that's half my masterlist....

My reqs are open!! But some topics make me uncomfortable so here's a list of things I won't write about

•incest (includes step sibling/parent)

•non-con/rape

•scat (piss is ok)

•beastiality

•age play

•underage x adult pairing

I'll probably add more to this list in the future but don't be afraid to ask for anything that isn't on this list and I also am open to writing new things! (If any new request I get makes me uncomfortable I'll just ignore it, it's not a big deal)

Also if you request anything it will be written in x fem reader unless you asked otherwise!!

MOST OF THESE WORKS INCLUDE SMUT!!!

Masterlist

He would like it , I think? - pancake gee x fem reader

Are you sick of me? - hesitant alien gee x fem reader

One on one 2 - secretary gee x fem reader

Pain medicine and pleasure - nurse gee x fem reader

All mine tonight - current gee x fem reader one shot

Milf gee x fem reader DRABBLE

I can't move on - milf gee x fem reader [UNFINISHED]

Babushka gee x fem reader DRABBLE

Don't tell your husband - married milf gee x fem! Reader

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Just to clarify, im probably not gonna be getting fics out any slower than usual, its just I was adjusting to my new sleep schedule this week so it was hard getting any time to write but I think im good now!! Send requests if you want, I already have a few fics in the works rn (illi mcmillin, party poison, and the part 2 to my milf gee fic!) So I'll still be writing somewhat consistently like usual😋😋

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Don't tell your husband

Married! Milf! Gee x fem!reader

A/n: lol sorry 4 not posting school suxxx.... this was so self indulgent bc i daydream abt this scenario so often that I had to write it (ik its not my best work aswell loll)

Warnings: shes married, she cheats on her husband with u, smut, p in v, missionary, sum other stuff probably i can't remember rn..

W/c: 2.3k (longer than I thought this would be)

After graduating college and never having an actual serious relationship a single time during, you assumed nothing romantic would happen to you because all everyone's told you is how college is practically your last chance to find love before you're alone for most of your life afterward, until you met a woman at a little shop in town.

She's older, but God, is she the prettiest woman that has ever blessed you just by being in your vicinity. Her name is Gerard, and ever since you both started dating has treated you like nothing short of an angel sent from heaven, she's all you've ever dreamed of and more in a relationship.

You remember the first date she took you on, brunch at a cute little shop and then a shopping spree, that she refused to let you spend a penny on, of course. And the kiss she gave you before you both went your separate ways? You're never one to have sex on the first date but she was very tempting to say the least.

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Gerard did plan on telling you about her marriage, but your company meant so much to her, she didn't want to ruin it by telling you, but she knew she had to eventually.

There's not much to Gerard and her husband's relationship, he stopped paying attention to her and caring for her after a while and over the last few years her love for her him fizzled out and he knew it too.

They both agreed on a divorce, but because of her husband's lack of cooperation and the court's messy organization, their divorce has gotten delayed more than a handful of times. But they both had an unspoken rule of not dating anyone until the divorce was finalized.

Until one day Gerard showed up to their shared house from her job later than usual and found her husband cheating on her with another woman. Well, she heard it happening behind the closed door of the bedroom, right on their shared bed. She didn't walk in and interrupt but instead just left the house to spend money on her husband's credit card to blow off steam,

and that's when she met you.

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You were more than eager to invite her to dates, you wanted to repay whatever she spent on the shopping sprees to take her to various spots mostly spots where you could take her jewelry shopping, lingerie shopping and whatever else she wanted to do

But this time, you decided to take her on an actual restaurant date, you dreamed of taking her to a fancy restaurant to show her how serious you really wanted to get with her.

Seeing her in that tight maroon dress she wore paired with the intoxicating perfume could have sent you into a coma on the spot. You wanted to stay somewhat composed for her but you couldn't keep it together half the time at that damn restaurant, you tried talking more but all the candle light with the toe of her heel rub against your calf from under the table you were about to implode from all the attention she was giving you from above and below the table like always.

You wanted to drag her to the bathroom and have her right there but you wanted to save it for your place. It was always worth it to wait with her, besides, you loved having intimate moments with her like these that didn't involve something sexual.

“I must say darling this place seems quite expensive…youre making me feel so special spoiling me like this.” She said before taking a sip of her cherry red wine, voice smooth and comforting like silk.

You smiled and laughed softly “You're telling me that?” you truly thought she was somewhat joking with the way she's always treated you even if you both were just hanging out at your place.

“I'm serious, darling. No one has valued my company this much in years,” She sighs softly, her secret eating her up on the inside, she can't imagine how you'd react if she told you, after all, you had every reason to be upset and she knew it.

“Dear, I have something I've been needing to tell you…” Just as she says that she removes her foot from your leg, making you stir.

The moment those words hit your ears your heart rate somehow sped up faster than before, “W- what is it gee?”

“It may sound…bad at first but- promise me you'll listen?” She says voice beginning to shake, stress and adrenaline flooding in her veins.

You reach out to hold her hand that rested on the table, “I promise gee. you can tell me anything, I swear.” You tried to comfort her, her stressed state being very obvious.

Your words helped her slightly, she knew that there was a chance they wouldn't mean anything after she told you but after a deep inhale she finally got the words to leave her mouth.

“There's not an easy way to say this but…I'm married- to my husband, it sounds horrible I must admit. I haven't told you because our time together has been…way more enjoyable than the life I've had with my husband.” She practically blurted out, her secret now thrown out onto the table for you to process.

You couldnt help but stay silent and process what you just heard, your expression growing confused but at the same time, understanding.

“So you’re cheating on him with me?” you question, still trying to put the pieces of her story together.

“Well… yes- we have our divorce filed already, it just hasn't been finalized due to…complexities. I found him cheating not long before we met and…it was too good to be true.” She explained further, you honestly trusted her enough to believe every word she was saying, and you didn't stop and think even for a second she was twisting her story.

“I- im really sorry for lying dear, I just didn't want to tell you because I was afraid it would ruin everything but- the guilt got worse the longer we dated and…” she trailed off into whatever words slipped from her mouth.

It took you a little bit to process it all but, you quickly realized you didn’t mind whatever was going on with her because she was so kind to you already, and her honesty was all you needed to know that she was being genuine about what was between you two already.

You were quick to assure her that you didn't mind her situation, and it was very sweet how she was so stressed about telling you.

By the time you were finished with your food, you both had a few glasses of wine and got a little drunk, so you both decided to take a cab back home.

“Are you sure he won't be home?” You worryingly ask Gerard.

“Yes I'm sure, sugar don't worry” Gerard chuckles as she ushers you into the back of the taxi, eager to finally bring you home with her.

The car ride to her house was full of drunken giggles and jokes you couldn't understand if you were sober, and before long you both started teasing each other with pecks on whatever skin your dresses left exposed.

Once you arrived, Gerard rushed you once again inside of the house, already removing your sweater.

“Geez gee! We just got here!” You slur your words while laughing, Gerard also laughing against your skin.

“Mmm…can't help it if you're looking like this all night babydoll~” her words leave you a blushing mess as she continues to coo at you.

She quickly grabs your hand and practically drags you upstairs into the bedroom she shares with her husband, the same one she caught him cheating on her with.

She wastes no time unzipping her dress, the upper half of it falling and leaving her beautiful tits out for you to see.

Heat quickly pools at your core upon seeing your girlfriend half naked, “Fuck, gee you look so…” your mind fogs up and before you know it you can't think straight with her slipping completely out of her dress, leaving her in just her panties.

You watch as she begins undressing you, sliding your own dress down your body until it pools around your heels, her touch electric, making you drench your panties just for her.

“You're so pretty sugar…” Gerard says as she backs you onto the bed, the back of your knees hitting the foot of the bed, making you fall backwards onto it.

Your hands roam her body, moving up from her sweet love handles to her tits, pulling her down into you for a kiss.

Once your lips made contact, both of you lost all control, your tongues dancing and swirling against each other while she grinds her rock hard cock onto your own wet underwear.

You move higher up onto the bed, inviting her to crawl on top of you. Making sure to discard your ruined underwear somewhere in the room as she does the same, watching as her cock finally springs free and slaps against her lower stomach.

“oh gee…” you moan while she positions herself between your legs, you instinctively wrap them around her to have her member slide itself in between your folds.

“I've been wanting to fuck you so good on this bed for so long…” Gerard whispers into your ear before she lines herself up with your dripping cunt to slide herself in.

You both moan loudly in unison, taking advantage of the fact you can make more noise in this house than your apartment.

She begins thrusting in and out of you, every single one resulting in a loud moan out of you both, you both so invested in each other's bodies either of you didn't notice how the front door slammed shut moments ago.

You both continue marking each other's bodies in hickeys and bruised from how fast and rough Gerard is going at this point, the sound of wet skin slapping and moans fill not only the room but the house.

It wasn't long before Gerard's husband slammed through the door to interrupt your fun, both of you looking at each other sheepishly as he began arguing with Gerard while she's still inside of you. You block his view of you with Gerard as she pulls out and cleans you up like she would any other day.

“Go outside the bedroom now.” Gerard demanded her husband before she dresses you up in spare clothes in her wardrobe.

“im sorry we didn't get to finish baby, but I'll make it up the next time we see each other okay?” She assures you as she drowns you in kisses all over your face.

“Wait- gee…will it be okay? You'll leave with me, right?” You ask, worried about what will happen if you leave without her by your side.

Gerard steps away, leaving your arms to wrap herself in a robe. “Well, maybe not tonight sweetheart, but I'll call you later to set up another date okay?” She kisses you again on the cheek, reassuring you nothing will change.

The walk through her living room was awkward to say the least, making brief eye contact with her husband as Gerard led you onto the porch and into the Uber she already called for you, making sure to give you a deep long kiss before you were on your way.

Gerard never called you that night like she promised, it was strange but you could see why she wouldn't have, maybe her husband was hogging up all her attention with the arguing.

She texted you apologizing the next morning, you asked to see her which she dodged and said she'd text you later in the day.

A couple of weeks went by exactly like that, her refusing to see you in person, and refusing to tell you what was happening with her and her husband.

You were beginning to think maybe they really worked it out, or maybe she just didn't want to see you anymore, maybe you were just the thing that made her realize she loved her husband after all.

It wasn't until there was a knock at your front door when you actually stopped thinking about her for a moment to open the door, only to be met with her familiar face.

She was wearing a fancy button up blouse with a pencil skirt, she looked gorgeous but you were more concerned about what papers she was holding in her hands.

“G- gee?! You're here?” You stammered, shocked that she showed up unannounced.

“Well, I have a little surprise for both of us, sugar, I couldn't get here fast enough!” She exclaimed, a wide grin on her face.

She lifts up the papers and shows them to you, they read “divorce agreement” at the top.

“It just got finalized today! We can finally get married and have a house of our own-! If… that's what you'd want.” She blurted out, excited that she can start a new life with someone she really loves.

“Oh, gee! That sounds perfect! Get inside!” You grabbed her arm and dragged her inside your apartment, “What changed?’ You ask, curious why it got finalized so suddenly.

“Well, after our little rendezvous at the house, my ex husband finally decided to cooperate and end everything!” She practically yelled out, she couldn't help but lean in for a kiss, both of you giggling at the thought of finally enjoying each other without her husband in the way.

And so you both did what you promised each other, you had a beautiful wedding, got a house together, and lived peacefully by each other's side, never losing the spark that was ignited the day you met.

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School starts again monday.. I don't know if I can get a fic out before then but I'll try my absolute hardest

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Got my head fucking SLAMMED onto the bottom of a pool 😭😭😭😂😂😂love from Isreal🇮🇱🇮🇱😭😂😂God wants me gone😂😂😂😂idek when I'll post a fic cut me some slack for the next few days please😂😂😂🇮🇱🇮🇱🇮🇱

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Babushka!Gerard drabble

Babushka gee x fem reader

A/n: I almost choked to death yesterday and now my neck is hurting im not even joking!! Anyways this is kinda long for a drabble not even gonna lie but I had so much to say about her soo (@theghostofcrystal requested this!! I hope you love it as much as I love yours!!!)

Also I'm imagining an age gap between the two (like mid to late 20s reader and 40s gee)

Nsfw under the cut

You both probably met at a cute little shop probably for vintage items or trinkets, you definitely saw her across the store and dropped whatever you were doing just to pretend to be interested in whatever she was looking at just to get a better look at her.

She'd noticed your gaze almost immediately since you weren't being exactly subtle about it. She'd be a little weirded out but put that aside since you were just the cutest thing she'd ever seen!

You probably start talking to her, tripping and stuttering over every sentence of course. She'd be so patient when you stutter and just wait for you to finish, she would think it was cute. She would start flirting with you obviously since she can't remember the last time somebody's been so interested in her, which made your stuttering and mumbling worse.

She would definitely get your number and take you on cute little dates, kissing your cheek when she sees how pretty you looked in a dress you wore just for her and showering you with compliments.

She just can NOT get enough physical touch!!! It is essential for you to be glued to her side the entire time you're together. There's no getting away from her when she's already got her arm wrapped around your hip, just accept your fate at that point.

Not only will she shower you in compliment but with gifts as well, she's borderline your sugar mommy with how many times she'll buy you something just for the hell of it. You come over to her house? She saw something that reminded her of you yesterday and got it for you. You're already out with her? She's dragging you into dressing rooms to see how you'd look in a little dress. You're scared how much money she'd spend if you both ever walk into a victoria's secret.

The first time you both got intimate was definitely after at least 5 dates, she'd never want you to feel rushed to do anything since you were much younger than her. She surely thought you would have wanted more time before anything happened, but the night she insisted on you coming to stay the night at her place? You already knew what you were gonna do with her.

You both would be snuggled up in her bed and you would leave soft kisses on her collarbone up to her neck, feeling her heart speed up under your hand as both your lips finally found each other, wasting no time to invite her tongue into your mouth, eager to finally indulge in the taste of her saliva.

Your first time with her was nothing like any other thing you've ever experienced, she was so gentle with you at first; making sure you felt good and you were comfortable. When she got rough with you was definitely her favorite part though, overstimulating you after you've already came multiple times just so she can feel you writhe and whine under her, not stopping until you're scratching at her back at the overwhelming sensation.

She absolutely loves it when you eat her out, toying with her tips underside while you tease her hole with your finger, she can't help but paint your face with her cum if you're treating her so well like that.

You'd only wear a cheeky pair of panties with a thin oversized t-shirt whenever you were at her house just to tease her, bending over right in front of her just to flash her your ass, or dramatically reaching over her kitchen counters for something just so she could lose all her composure and take you right there. mumbling about how bad you're being against your skin only for her to call you perfect and beautiful not even a minute later when she's cumming deep inside of you.

She always leaves you a satisfied, tired mess so she'll be there to clean both your messes up and spoon you while you wrap your arms around her. Tells you how much she loves you even while drifting off into sleep, her soft voice also lulling you to sleep.

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My fav MILF!gee writer recently deactivated, you’re the only other person who is able to encapsulate MILF gee in a way that feels super real, which is why reading your recent fic made me want to actually cry because the yearning from readers pov and gee’s ‘self-sabotaging’ decisions are so in character!! I loved it sm, plz keep writing <33

NO I KNOW EXACTLY WHO YOURE TALKING ABOUT no joke I almost cried when I found out I was distraught... you're so sweet thank yeww for this<33

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could you maybe do milf babushka gerard drabbles 👀👀 - not crystal

AUGHHH yesss this is teww good I love her so much you WILL be getting thiss

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I can't move on

Milf! Gerard x fem! Reader

A/n: thought I'd post this bc it's been rotting in my drafts 4everrr... if u want more lmk because I need to be motivated to finish ts...

Also I listened to babydoll by dominic fike while writing this so that's where the title came from

Warnings: transphobia, homophobia, slur except it's not specific on which one, divorce, depression. Honestly, this one's a bit heavier than what I usually write so I'm nerv

You were lying flat on your back on top of the uncomfortable mattress you bought that you put absolutely no thought into, surrounded by pillows and blankets- practically engulfed by them in your one bedroom apartment you were forced to get after the divorce.

You spent most if not all of your time lying in bed too depressed to do anything but sleep or be on your phone looking at pictures and videos you took of you both when you were still together. You really only get up just to go to work but most of the time you just call in sick, saying you caught the flu, or a cold- whatever came to mine since you can't be bothered to even think about getting ready to clock in.

The divorce wasn't necessarily a surprise, but it was at the same time? The feeling was and still continues to be oddly indescribable but heavy, weighing you down every day and making you sob quietly as you think of her- unable to get over her. How would you at this point? It's been about 4 months since that night and your mind replays it constantly.

It started when she began to drift away from you, it was subtle but enough to know something was wrong. When you asked she'd say “don't worry sweetheart” or “just been tired lately, sugar” like she always did. You really thought it wasn't that big of a deal as you were making it, that she'd be back to normal sooner or later. You really wish you pried more before it was too late.

On the night it all happened, she wanted to go to an art gallery that was showing pieces of her favorite artist and you gladly went with her. You weren't a fan of art galleries, you just liked hearing her talk about the paintings, about its emotion, technique, what inspired it- you didn't care, you just loved watching her eyes light up with passion for what she loved.

It was all fine, you talked to a few people you knew that happened to be there and listened to her talk, until some bastard started harassing you both, saying how both of you being together was “unnatural” and how Gerard wasn't a woman.

Gerard is trans, she told you when you both showed interest in each other- she was sweating bullets when you both were on a date that day. and when you said that it was okay and you still liked her the same? She was so ecstatic to find someone who didn't care she couldn't help but kiss you on the cheek afterward, which at the time was a big step for your relationship.

She was also very much older than you. You talked about it and agreed that you were both adults and knew what you were doing, and so it never bothered either of you- but neither of you anticipated how much it bugged other people. You were so in love with Gerard It never bothered you how much people disliked your relationship, you just wanted to be with her no matter what, but her on the other hand- it was beginning to get to her.

You both were just standing there, you were growing visibly pissed- it wasn't until the dickhead called Gerard a slur when you decided to punch him straight in the nose as hard as you could, he fell backwards and your knuckle hurt like hell. You have never punched somebody like that, but you were more concerned about getting Gerard out of there.

She looked visibly upset, her glossy eyes made you feel terrible and you walked her out. The car ride home was silent, and eventually you both went upstairs to the bedroom and that's when you decided to break the silence-

“M’ sorry gee…I just got angry when he called you that…A- are you okay?” you asked her, quiet and apologetic while her back was facing you. She left you in silence like that for a few moments, both of you basking in your words.

“I- i…” she began, voice shaky like leaves caught in the wind, already filling you with even more worry than before, you didn't know what to do, but you wanted to hold her and try your best to comfort her. You didn't.

She continued, “I can't do this anymore y/n…” you could hear in her voice that she was crying, you rarely ever saw her cry, it made your throat close and eyes widen.

“W- what do you mean?” You were scared to ask, you were right to be.

“I c- can't do it…everybody's always judging us and even most of our own friends barely tolerate our relationship…” you could hear her sniffle as she spoke

You didn't know how to take it, you were stressed and upset, it wasn't long before your own tears began to well up in your eyes and blur your vision.

“It's too complicated, they're all right- HE was right about us. You're too young for me y/n…Ive realized this for quite a while and i-.” She trembled, cutting herself off with a sob.

Your tears began spilling out of your eyes like a faucet, you didn't know what to say. You feel as if your heart was ripped from your ribs and torn apart.

You knew what she was about to say, and when you heard the words, it was like a slap to the face. your whole world fell apart, you slept on the couch the nights after and you were more than sure she heard you cry yourself to sleep every single night. You both got divorced over the next couple of months, it was fairly easy since you both could agree on who gets what; she got the house (since you moved in with her), you both got half of what ever was in the bank and you got your car and belongings.

So you left after it all, packing all your stuff into your car and leaving as if you were never even there. Your friend was letting you stay at their place while you worked on getting an apartment, which didn't take long. You kept the ring, she never asked for it back so you just kept it on, now you wear it every day, just because you can't let go.

You're in denial for the most part, thinking she might call you, or try to contact you in some way to tell you she wants to try again, or something. But it never happens, and its gut wrenching.

You have almost no food in your kitchen constantly, you have the money to go out but you choose not to because that would require getting out of bed. You usually just buy takeout and have it delivered, it's easier, more convenient.

You feel like you weren't enough for her, you didn't do enough to make sure she knew that it was all okay and she was the best thing to have happened to you. You didn't make her feel the way she made you feel- beautiful, happy, fulfilled. You wish everyday you tried harder to do that.

Maybe you still can.

It's dark out. 8:43 pm, your alarm clock on your cheap ikea nightstand shines in bright red, fighting the moonlight spilling through the drapes. You sit cross legged on your bed in an oversized t-shirt and panties that she used to love seeing you in, staring at your phone that's lying screen down on your blankets.

“I could text her..” you think, “do you think she'd want to hear from me after all that happened?” You ask yourself mentally, the desperate side of you at war with your rational side in your mind.

You slowly reached for your phone, hesitantly grabbing it and clicking on your messaging app, making your way to her contact, now realizing you never changed her contact name. The first thing you see is the last conversation you had with her over text.

Gee💞💞💞

Jun 12

G: I'll be home soon sugar, can't wait to have you all to myself 6:27 pm

Y: ugh that sounds so perfect mama…can't wait 4 u to come home<33 6:28 pm

Seeing those messages made you tear up a bit, you remember that night all too well but you wipe your tears away and begin typing your message.

“Hey gee” you type out, debating with yourself once again. Probably shouldn't call her gee. sounds too desperate…let's try..

“Hey Gerard” damn. Now it sounds too serious. You never called her Gerard before this and it might seem weird now.. but- you are divorced so things are kind of already weird but…

Despite yourself and how simple it is, you click the send button. You watch as it sen-

“Message could not be sent to-” you read the error message to yourself quietly, cutting yourself off once you realize,

She blocked you already.

Your eyes widen at the error message written below your desperate little attempt at getting her back. Like it's staring at you back. Taunting you.

You let the tears fall freely now. Hot tears rolling down your flushed cheeks, you throw your phone, already deemed useless across the room and retreat to your pillows and cry your eyes out, letting every sob pull all the air out of your lungs until sleep eventually pulls you under.

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What if i said I had like 3 fully planned out fics and I just barely started each of them

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Milf! gee x fem! reader drabble

A/n: just a little drabble i ended up writing cuz I'm literally such a slut for her!!!

Warnings: girlcock, trans gee, she has no kids but she's a milf anyway, she bites u, p in v, oral, fingering, mommy kink, i think that's it :p

Nsfw under the cut!!

Mffghh milf gee and her love handles…just gripping onto them as you ride her cock, moaning into her mousy hair as she bites on your neck, her teeth leaving a print and a gnarly bruise forming around it.

Don't even get me started on eating her out, making sure to take a big whiff of her sweet scent before stuffing your mouth full of her, teasing her by licking her tip softly before she runs out of patience and grabs your hair to start fucking your throat…she can't help that your mouth is so fucking warm and tight! (Although you love it when she uses you like that)

Seeing her in lingerie you picked out for her, dark red or purple would be the best colors on her even though she'd look good in anything. I imagine her being a bit shy about it but try to hide it by asking you “do you like what you see?”.

I just know her favorite thing to do would be fingering you while your back is against her chest, wouldn't be surprised if she got a mirror somewhere over or in front of the bed so she could see your pretty face as you cum on her fingers.

Definitely encourages you to call her “momma” or “mommy” while you both are making love- while she loves hearing you whimper and moan her name, listening to you call her mommy just makes her so much more hot and bothered.

I just imagine making out with her sloppy style and moaning into her mouth, that's all I have to say about that.

LOOOVESS cuddling you afterwards… nothing better than feeling your naked sweaty body against hers while your face is nuzzled into her neck or beasts and feeling your breathing even out as you fall asleep in her arms.

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All mine tonight

Current! Gerard x Onlyfans fem! Reader

A/n: This is my first request from 👽 anon!! I hope you love it, but I did end up writing current gee because I don't like mentioning gerards irl family but i still had a fun time writing this!!!

Warnings: riding then missionary, one time thing, age gap, I don't even know what else I'm so tired...

W/c: 1,888

You used to be a struggling college student, barely passing each semester with a less than mediocre GPA, not to mention the shitty minimum wage job you had at the dinky little Cafe around the corner of your campus, which, unfortunately but not unexpectedly, couldn't keep up with your apartment rent.

Desperate times called for desperate measures and you started considering this website- only fans. You thought that it wouldn't hurt to at least post a few nudes to see if you could get a few hundred bucks from it- of course just to get by.

Long story short, you got way more than a few hundred bucks from those pictures and way more attention than you initially thought you would get, and naturally you kept posting, you couldn't stop after all that! You were finally able to buy shit you actually wanted instead of spending every paycheck on your bills and food.

You've kept this up and eventually got invited to all sorts of parties to which you went to of course, either to party, drink or get laid you always had a reason to go to a party. You only had one rule for hook ups: don't have sex with anyone that knows who you are- you hate the thought of some creepy dude spotting you and hitting on you when you're trying to party, it's a mood killer.

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Gerard wasn't proud of the habit he picked up not long after his divorce, the one where he'd be alone in his one bedroom apartment, surrounded by darkness except for the light of his phone illuminating his face while he fucked his fist to your pictures, he just loved the way your body looked, he just wanted to pin you down and devour your pussy with his mouth until you were cumming on his tongue, the thought of you on his knees for him made him rock hard, his mind would flood with various fantasies of him cumming deep inside of you, or on you- it didn't matter.

His eyes would go dark with lust and his jaw would tighten as he finished hard on his own hand, panting hard and fast, wishing it was your hand instead of his own.

He didn't mean to start stalking you but- it just happened. Seeing you post on your Instagram story almost every night about a party you were going to, maybe looked to see if you had a boyfriend but he never did anything more than that, but this one time you posted the location of a party and his heart physically stopped beating in his chest for a second when he realized- you weren't gonna be far from him.

It was a house party just less than an hour away from him and it was in just a couple of hours, he could actually go and see you- and he would be damned if he missed that opportunity.

-

You were able to get a ride from one of your friends to the party, you were wearing a simple crop top top and your tightest jeans, one you arrived, upon entering you immediately noticed the party was loud with music, it smelled like sex and cheap perfume and the lights were discolored in a way that made everything look like a deep purple, not to mention the music making it hard to talk to the friends you came with.

As you walked down the hallway, exploring rooms like you always did just out of pure curiosity, you were quickly met with people hooking up in every single one, even seeing a few people making out in the main rooms, you wasted no time to start looking for someone to fuck, you were already feeling horny with the hot atmosphere.

As you surfed and moved through crowds, searching for at least one person standing alone when you're eyes landed on an older guy in the living room, looked like he was in his 40s and also not the type of guy to be at a party like this- he looked like a nice soft spoken guy that would rather stay home than do anything, he was also a nice mix of cute and handsome- just how you liked it. He was already incredibly intriguing so you didn't waste any time walking up to him.

He notices you're walking up to him and he nearly goes into fight or flight with the way his heart rate spiked-

“What's a guy like you doing here?” You asked him, standing extremely close to him already, your eyes half lidded, filled with lust and desire.

He's immediately caught off guard by your question but also mostly by the fact that the girl he came here for just walked up to talk to him first

“I- um just… my- friend is here I think…-” Lie. first one he could think of, he already anticipated that you might have been curious on why a guy his age would be at a party in general but he had already figured he'd have more time to come up with a better lie. Which he did not.

You hummed slowly in response, bringing a hand up to his chest to slowly trail up to his neck,

“they won't mind if I borrow you for a moment will they?” You asked him, grabbing his hand softly, your patience running low and getting replaced by sexual frustration.

“What's your name baby?” You ask him as you lead him to a bedroom upstairs you saw was empty a few moments ago.

“G…gerard-” he stammered as his face heated up slightly, he's never acted this shy in years and suddenly it was hard to get a single word out that doesn't lack confidence.

“Such a pretty name for a pretty man~” you cooed at him before you both entered the room, which you closed and locked the door behind you two.

You slowly approached him, making him back up and fall backwards onto the bed. You crawled up and straddled his thighs before cupping his face and softly kissing his slightly chapped lips, he smelled like cologne and books- it was incredibly addicting and you wanted to see what else of his that you could explore.

He reciprocated the kiss quickly, his calloused hands made their way to your hips, gripping them hard as if you might get up off him if he lets go. You parted your lips slightly to invite his tongue into your mouth, which he did not pass up and your tongues quickly began swirling against each other and exploring each other's mouths.

You rolled and grinded your hips against the obvious bulge in his slacks, he bucked his hips up to yours in response and grunted into your mouth.

Your hands moved slowly against his body, eventually making their way to his belt buckle, “Can you take these off for me?” You asked against his lips, to which he nodded, desperate to please, he unbuckled his belt with a soft metallic clink and let his pants pool around his ankles, leaving only his briefs containing his borderline painfully hard cock.

You got up briefly to slip your jeans off of your legs and climbed back up onto him, he couldn't take his eyes off of the way your panties hugged the side of your hips, causing his mouth to water slightly. You grabbed his chin softly to lift his head up to your face,

“like what you see baby?” You asked with a smug grin on your face, which he could only gulp nervously.

You pulled your panties to the side of your slick folds to signal him to take his briefs off, to which he did, just enough to let his cock spring out against his stomach.

You lowered yourself slightly to let his tip drag on your pussy, catching against your clit in the way you love it best. He was already doing so perfectly for you.

It wasn't long before he grabbed your thighs to lower you onto his cock, inching in until the hilt. You both moaned in unison, your breathing already getting faster as you get used to the stretch not a lot of men can make you feel.

You sat still in his lap, breathing onto his neck not yet ready to move before he began becoming increasingly impatient by each second. With his trembling hands and built up confidence, he lifted you off of his lap and changed positions. You gasped as he laid you down on the bed and began thrusting in and out of you. Your legs quickly wrapped around his waist, driving him in deeper and making his cock ram into your sweet spot with every thrust.

The only sound that filled the room was lewd skin slapping, your moans, his grunts and muffled conversations coming from outside of the bedroom. The heat in your lower stomach began to coil as you felt yourself teetering towards the edge of your orgasm.

“F- fuck- go f..faster-!” You command him, your hands gripping onto the sheets underneath you that you're soaking with your arousal.

Eager to please, he began speeding up his pace, driving himself closer to his own release. Every thrust knocked the air out of your lungs and pushed you closer to your orgasm.

Gerard leaned down over you and left hungry, greedy kisses and hickeys from your neck, hitting that spot you like down to your shoulder, making sure to leave his mark on you in case he'd never see you again.

“s- so pretty-” he groaned against your skin right before his orgasm hit him suddenly, his warm cum pumping into you and spilling out.

His choked whines and whimpers threw you over the edge and your hands flew to his clothed back and scratched at it as your pussy fluttered around his softening cock, milking him dry.

You came hard around him, best orgasm you've had in weeks and you savored every second of it, you arched your back off of the bed and into him as your eyes rolled back into your head at the mind blowing orgasm he just gave you.

His thrusts slowed and stopped completely, both of you gasping and catching your breath, he slowly pulled out of your sensitive cunt, making you gasp.

He took a moment to admire how beautiful you looked, completely spent and exhausted all because of him, he would miss how his cum looked oozing out of your pussy, mixing with your own slick.

“You- did so good f’me gee.” You praised him before you adjusted your panties back into position, breaking his gaze and his eyes moving back up to your face.

He gulped and pulled his briefs back up, his worn out jeans quickly following, watching you pull up your own jeans and start to walk out the room leaving a sense of emptiness within him, before you left a soft kiss on his cheek just to leave him hanging before finally leaving the room.

You never saw him again after that, you paid no mind to it but think of that moment whenever the random guy you're fucking is pathetically small and isn't doing it exactly like he did, All unaware he strokes himself at the thought of that night too.

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One on one pt.2

Secretary! Gerard x fem! Reader

Part 1

A/n: sorry it's been so long i actually got crushed by a falling anvil so that's why I haven't posted but somebody wanted a pt2 so I did it (after 2 months sorryyy)

Warnings: there's Smut in the beginning but it doesn't end with any, Angst with comfort because I'm a sap, just missionary, public sex i guess? I mean they're in an office so... p in v, clit play and allat stuff. This is also a bit corny but i love it so I'm still posting it!

You and Ms Way's little rendezvous didn't stop after that first meeting. Your role quickly changed from being a flustered assistant with a crush on her boss to being your boss's stress toy, lunch, lover, you name it, and you couldn't love it more.

Your routine quickly changed after your shift in dynamic, now every morning you bring her coffee just the way she likes it, 2 sugar cubes and a splash of creamer, and give her a morning kiss, sometimes leading to more depending if she has an early meeting and finally going to your desk to work.

You were getting ready to go up the elevator just like any other day until a fairly attractive woman rushed to the elevator from the other side of the lobby and you held the door open for her, “Shit! Thanks..” she gasped, out of breath. You had never seen her before so you figured she was just an employee from a different floor. “No problem..” you replied, you were standing right next to her the whole ride pretty much questioning who this woman was until the elevator dinged and the doors opened to your floor.

You were stepping out until she did as well, both your shoulders bumping into each other, “oh! I'm sorry you go first, please!” she stammered, lifting her arms slightly to kind of guide you out, she was clearly nervous and it clicked that it was most likely her first day.

You lifted your fist to your mouth to clear your throat before talking, “Thanks! Have a good day.” You told her before exiting and walking towards your office, which is connected to Ms ways.

You already see Jaime there, waiting for you as always, only this time you're sort of dreading talking to him because you accidently slipped up while you were chatting and told him that you have been sleeping with Ms way and he hasn't let it go since. You knew you shouldn't have accepted the swig that ms way offered you from her flask.

“Morning, how'd you and Ms way sleep?” He snickered through his coffee cup's rim before taking a sip, obviously amused by how he's been able to tease you.

“Shut up, Jaime…” you murmured, a blush creeping up your neck at the thought of her, also embarrassed by the fact that he was right, you did go to Ms Way's place after work to have sex in her warm soft bed rather than the office.

He laughs to himself again, before talking about something else, you tuned him out as you started getting situated at your desk for Ms ways arrival.

“I have to work with this new accountant today, I heard she was nice in the interview so I guess it might be okay.“ You heard him say, and you were intrigued all of the sudden. “Wait what?? Who is she?” You asked, already kind of knowing who it was though

“Not sure, I think she's this blonde chic…Abby I think her name was-”

Then the elevator dinged across the floor, cutting him off, “ah, damn. See you at lunch.” Jaime says already knowing who just arrived before scurrying off to his cubicle.

You can hear Ms Way's footsteps becoming increasingly louder until you can see her walking towards your desk, walking with so much confidence…God it made you swoon just seeing her walk towards you, your eyes might as well just be hearts at this point.

“Good morning Ms way, I hope you slept well after I left last night.” You smirked at her as you got up to go up to her, She chuckled in response “like a baby dear, but of course, I would've slept even better if you stayed the night with me..” she caresses your cheek softly with her fingertips, sending a shock wave through your body.

You bring a hand up to grab her soft hand and make her cup your cheek, feeling her warmth against your face, both your fingers tangling in the process. “Well maybe I'll have to stay the night next time won't I?” You smiled back at her before she gave you a quick peck on the cheek and pulled away to walk to her desk.

You knew how paranoid she gets about other people seeing even your small displays of affection towards each other, like how your hands would find each other so naturally when you walked her to her meetings or even how you would gaze into each other's eyes like you were two teenagers in love, you couldn't help but fall in love with her.

She has said multiple times she's paranoid because you both could be fired for fooling around on the clock, which is true but you both are sneaky and hardly do anything sexual if you're not behind closed doors anyways, but then again you're not sure if she has flings with anyone else in the office like she does with you…the thought makes you nearly puke in your mouth.

You snap out of it and run to grab Ms. Way's coffee, she always likes it fresh so you make sure to prepare it as soon as she arrives. You walk back to her while she's already sitting at her desk and hand her coffee, when she takes it your fingers touch each other and it makes your cheeks turn bright pink.

“you have a meeting this morning ms..” you murmured. She rolls her eyes, clearly annoyed by the fact she has to go to these mandatory meetings. “These meetings are so repetitive, doing the same things every time is getting tiring. “

“I'm sure it'll be quick…and I think this one is a bit different than the other meetings you usually have…” You say, attempting to comfort her.

She hums in approval as she takes a small sip of her coffee before exhaling softly afterwards, “perfect as always darling, thank you.” She says. You laugh nervously and stammer your response, making a fool of yourself before she brings her hand up to the back of your neck and bringing you into a deep, mouthy kiss.

You lean into it after the initial shock, getting on her lap and straddling her thighs while giving her your best even when you're not as experienced as her. Both your hands are a mess, roaming each other's upper body as if the door of her office isn't wide open and anyone could pass by and see.

Your senses are immediately flooded with her and you have it all memorized more than you should, sniffing in her coffee and book- like scent while your fingers thread through her soft, greying hair. You unlatch your lips from hers once in a while to let out a built up moan, which you can feel the tent in her skirt growing more and more firm as you continue to whimper into her mouth.

You can feel yourself wetting your panties while sub consciously grinding on her lap, fluttering your eyes open to make sure nobody can see both of you.

Suddenly, an alarm on your phone goes off, startling the both of you and causing your kiss to break. You pull your phone from your skirt pocket and look, before dismissing the alarm.

“You have a meeting in 15 Ms way..” you say with obvious disappointment in your voice and place the phone down on her desk.

You can feel her hand snake down and grope your ass, making you jump, “You say that like we don't have enough time darling..” she says with a smirk on her face.

You blush and laugh, becoming flustered again.“Ms way the door…” you say while nodding your head towards the still wide open door.

“Then I suppose..” she moves her hands and grabs your hips and lifts you both off the chair before dropping to the floor before continuing, “we'll have to do it right here, won't we dear?” You're now both behind her desk so no passerby could see you. With you on your back, her hovering over you, feeling her breath against your neck and her boner rubbing against your inner thigh, you could probably cum if you both stayed like that for just a few more minutes.

“Not like I can go to my meeting with *this* showing so eminently” she emphasizes her words by grinding her hard-on up your thigh, and up to your clothed cunt, making you moan fairly loudly before she covers your mouth with the palm of her hand.

“Can't have that happening with the door open dear…we're gonna get caught if you don't stay quiet, love.” Your mind is already so clouded with her grinding you can't think straight, just meeting her hips by attempting to buck your hips into hers, failing under her weight. .

Her free hand slips under your skirt and fiddles with the hem of your panties as she always does, she promptly uncovers your mouth to ask “May I, pretty girl?” The pet name absolutely leaves you in shambles, “p- please…” you barely murmur out your response but Ms way wastes no time to slip your panties off and ride up her own skirt, revealing she hasn't had any underwear on, but you noticed she stopped wearing any completely and few weeks ago.

You trail your hand down from her chest to her exposed cock, spreading her pre cum from her tip down to her base to lube her up, making sure to give her a few light, teasing strokes before pulling away just so you can hear her breath hitch.

She lifts your legs and places them on her shoulders and slowly pushes herself into you with ease, while sucking on your neck, folding you in half,leaving dark and prominent hickeys onto the ones she left yesterday.

She begins to thrust in and out of you, the angle helping her immediately find your g spot causing her to thrust into it constantly, you bite your lip to stifle your moans, quickly tasting copper.

‘S-so perfect…” she whispers into your ear, her lips grazing your earlobe.

Her hand slides down and uses her index and middle fingers to rub circles your clit, while her other fondles your clothed nipple, the constant simulation makes you feel your orgasm build immediately, you can't help but let out tiny whimpers and pleas to Ms way.

“a- ah…mfghh..M- Ms. Wa-hayyy..” you moan into her ear, trying your best to stay quiet for her.

“F- fuck..I- kn…know sugar…” she moans while nuzzling her nose into your hair in response, her voice sending you over the edge instantly, your back arches off the carpet and into her as you clench around her.

“Guh! a- ahh…!” you moan as you feel her finish inside you, filling you up to the brim as both of your heavy breathing fills the room and you hear her whisper praises Into your sweaty neck,

“G- god I love you so much…”

Shit.

it slipped out. You weren't even thinking about it before you said it and you can't back track from that, how would you even? Yeah, you meant it more than anything in the world but you weren't ready to say it just yet, simply for the sake of not embarrassing yourself but you guess it's too late for that.

The awkwardness seeped into the atmosphere, so did the silence that followed your confession and you didn't know which one hurt worse. She stayed silent, and you did too, the only sound filling the air is both your breathing evening out and various ringtones and beeping coming from outside her office.

It stayed like that for a few more seconds before she quickly got up and pulled out of you just as fast, leaving you sensitive and feeling more empty than when she usually leaves.

You prop yourself up on your elbows, feeling a little exposed, you close your thighs in hopes that would preserve whatever's left of your dignity, it doesn't. You just sit there, ashamed. You're not sure why but you can't do anything as she lets you bathe in your own confusion and racing thoughts.

“I suppose I ought to go to my meeting. It might run late dear so don't count on me making it back before lunch” she said before cleaning herself off with tissues on her desk, which she usually goes out of her way to clean you off too.

“Y- yeah..okay…” you say, growing visibly upset at her lack of response and eventually watching her leave the room, leaving you sitting on her floor, questioning everything.

You get up after a few minutes of thinking and grab tissues from the box on her desk, cleaning yourself off, gripping onto the desk for dear life so your weak legs don't fail on you.

You clean up yourself and the carpet as much as you can before leaving like nothing even happened to limp and stumble to your own desk and flop on your chair.

You push yourself to begin working on spread sheets, trying your hardest to stay focused until lunch, realizing Ms way hasn't arrived back from her meeting, which she said might happen so you just go on lunch.

Even after Ms way came back from her long meeting, she never addressed your little confession, and on top of that she was acting differently, no little pecks on the cheek or those lingering touches you realized you loved more than you thought, not even any flirtatious comments. You never thought she would dismiss you like that so naturally, your mind raced for some sort of reason she wouldn't say anything about it.

“Maybe she didn't hear me?” You thought as you were staring at a piece of paperwork in your hands, you realize you've been holding onto it too tight, leaving it slightly crumpled on one side.

“No, I said it right into her ear while she was on top of me…” your mind trailed off into reasons why your other reasons wouldn't be the case, you keep overthinking as “i thought she liked me” echos in your mind, bringing you to the brink of tears.

“Maybe she'll say something tonight. I doubt she will leave me hanging like tha-”

“Dear I'm going to leave in about 10 minutes, maybe you should pack up now.” Ms way said, interrupting your thoughts as your head shot up to look at her already walking away to her desk.

Not even an invitation to “talk” in her office? Or to go to her house? Your vision started to get blurry from your tears building up but you managed to compose yourself and wipe them away to pack your things.

After you got your bag, getting ready to leave, you stopped to say goodbye to Ms way.

“G-... goodnight Ms way..” you said hesitantly before watching her nod without lifting her head to look at you, leaving you to bathe in silence once again before walking off alone to the elevator.

The following week wasn't any different compared to that day, she'd call you “dear” but she called almost everyone that. And all of her other pet names? Gone. Wouldn't even call you “sugar” or “doll” like she used to.

“Was telling her I loved her REALLY that bad?” You thought, nearly every day when you were getting ready for work, dreading to get out the door to the humiliation ritual that work now was.

And on top of it all, you couldn't help but notice the chemistry in between her and the new accountant, Abby. You're not even sure why they interact so much, they just did. You never heard them do anything like you and Ms way did but the thought has crossed your mind multiple times. It didn't fail to irritate you and you didn't even know why it did. Probably because Ms way and you would have some sort of sex everyday and that stopped so abruptly, and you can't get yourself off because your fingers will never hit the spots Ms way can.

You were getting ready to go on lunch, practically leaping out your chair after the most painfully long first half of your shift. You went to inform Ms way but when you walked into the open door of her office you were met with her talking with Abby instead, with both of them behind the desk and Abby leaning down towards her, faces inches from each other. The sight made you absolutely livid, you were about to scream and yell (probably cry too) before you reminded yourself:

Ms way didn't love you.

You continued to stare at the both of them, your eyes darting back and forth between both of them before finally landing on Ms way.

Ms way looked at you while you were just standing there, looking surprised that you walked in on her having another fling.

You were stuck frozen, at a loss for words and tears already making your eyes look glossy. “I'm going to lunch.” Is all you said before immediately turning around to walk to the breakroom in absolute shock.

Your legs started to get weak and your head was starting to feel funny, you felt like you're going to pass out but you kept walking.

When you arrived at the breakroom, you stood in front of the door, you felt sick, your stomach was twisting and turning itself into a knot. You couldn't go in. You couldn't let half the floor see you in a broken state like this.

You decide to skip lunch, what you saw making you lose your appetite anyway. You throw your lunch away in the nearest bin and make your way to anywhere but your office so you go to the bathroom.

You slowly but surely make your way to the empty bathroom and feel your heart banging hard against your poor ribs.

You just close yourself in a random stall and just cry. You don't know what else to do, so you just listen to whatever cries your body wants to let out.

You stumble to sit on the closed toilet seat, mind racing on where you went wrong. It feels like you're on fire, your body feels so limp and exhausted you can't do anything but hold yourself as you sob.

Was it really ever anything more than sex? just stupid meaningless hookups you took too personally and mistook for genuine love? Did she ever want you for anything other than the sex?

Your sobs continue to echo through the hollow bathroom, you're more than sure you can be heard outside of the bathroom but you can't hold it in like you have been the last week. Not like it's unusual to hear someone cry in an office bathroom anyway.

You suppose you shouldn't be so surprised and so damn hurt, she never promised you anything and fucked you within a month of you getting hired so why are you so surprised when shes been doing the same to someone else?

It hurts being just another girl. Just being another fuck, the same old feeling. It makes you feel stupid for being so clueless, you should have known, seen it coming. Who in their right mind fucks their boss anyways?

But what about your casual kisses or your flirtatious comments towards each other? It was nothing you would say to someone you're just “hooking up” with but someone you actually like for more than the sex, someone you loved.

Your thoughts began to fade into nothing, as you couldn't even reason with yourself anymore. Your tears stop along with them. realizing how dumb you probably look, crying over someone who couldn't even tell you they didn't see you as a real partner for a week after you told them you loved them, or even when you both were “hooking up”. You slowly get up on your legs, this time wobbly from breaking down and leave the stall and catch a look of yourself in the mirror.

You look into the mirror and only see self pity and despair in human form, just with ruined makeup and messy hair. You clean yourself up, splashing cold water on your face, the feeling making you shudder, it feels 10x colder against your burning face, hot with tears. You do your best to “fix” your tangled hair just to still look like a mess and slowly walk out of the bathroom and back to your desk to see Ms way waiting there for you, she seems restless, head darting around her surroundings as if she's looking for someone.

You try (and fail) to fix your posture and confidence before she sees you, in hopes it will make you look less pathetic, like you don't care about what you walked in on even though it's eating you on the inside.

The phrase “she doesn't love you like you love her” gets yelled inside your head repeatedly as you slowly walk up to her, the first thing you see is her smudged lipstick. You immediately avoid eye contact with her as your gut wrenches, you swallow hard so you don't throw up inside of your mouth at the sight.

“Sugar... there you are-” she says, voice broken, yet you still can't bring yourself to look at her. That nickname feels like a knife to the heart, this past week you've been hoping for her to at least call you a pet name but now that you have it, it doesn't feel right.

“Please- we need to talk in my office. Now.”

She tries to grab your hand to lead you to her office but you're quick to pull away

“I- I don't think that's…very professional Ms way.”

She freezes at your words, and for once she has none of her own, all of her stern-ness disappeared in an instant.

“Please, sugar… let me just-” she cuts herself off, knowing if she continues she'll break out in tears just like you did moments ago.

“Just- don't…please…i-..I get it already.” you say, defeated and emotionally exhausted. All you can do is stare at the carpet underneath both of you, noticing how much it resembles the carpet you'd find in a school classroom.

Ms way has so much to say to you yet, nothing is coming out of her mouth, she's frozen and yet all she wants to do is hold you in her arms.

“darling- you don't understand i-” she begins

“What more is there that could change this? Make me understand whatever this is?” You cut her off, “You could've at least told me you just wanted the sex, instead of leading me on like that.” Your eyes finally land on hers, now you can see how her own tears are streaming down her face.

“Y/n…I wasnt…I wanted you- not- just…” she pauses for a moment, burying her face into her hands.

“I love you…y/n..i haven't loved anyone like this in years and when you told me you- well…i- I panicked…and I messed it up so bad…” she sniffled and sobbed right in front of you, practically pouring her heart out for you.

Your eyes widened at her confession, she was really letting you see how vulnerable she was and it made you realize- maybe you were hers since day one.

“But- Abby…she was-”

“She was- god- I didn't even realize her intentions. I was so caught up with how I messed up with you and- I didn't see it until it was way too late and you walked in-...”

You couldn't hold yourself back from immediately wrapping your arms around her. finally being able to bask in her scent and warmth after so long filled you with so much relief.

It wasn't long before she reciprocated and nuzzled her nose into your hair like she always does. You couldn't help but sob into her blouse whispering “I love you"s in between sobs. Your grip on each other was so tight it was as if you let go even in the slightest the other might disappear.

You never wanted to let go of her. If you had the choice, you would have stayed there, in her arms forever, but it wasn't long before reality set in and you both realized you were still at the office, just minutes before everybody would start walking past to clock out.

Before you pulled away from her, you made sure to leave a soft kiss on her jaw, trailing to her lips just to give her a small, lingering peck there.

“Let's go ahead and clock out sugar, I think we both had a long day.” She said just below a whisper, soft and comforting. You nodded and took her hand in yours to leave the office together.

The night ended with you at her place, falling asleep in her arms where you belonged.

[velvets-vendetta]

I just want to share a very deep, mouthy and slobbery kiss with milf gee!! Is that too much to ask??

[velvets-vendetta]

Ive been working on a fic ever since a few weeks before the nurse gee fic and honestly just now realized it's hot garbage... I'll see you on the next one 😭✌️(realized ts after it reached 4k words unfinished btw)

[velvets-vendetta]

Pain medicine and pleasure

Nurse! Gerard! X fem! Reader

A/n: i highkey ran out of ideas, so this one is a little short

W/c: 2,438

Tw: age gap, taboo relationship, mommy kink, Smut uhmm idk what else.

The last thing you remember before everything went black was frantically swerving out of the way of a speeding car in the middle of an intersection, the adrenaline rushing through your veins was surreal, and your heart racing and thudding against your ribcage so hard it was like you slightly overdosed on albuterol right before. Of course the crash wasn't your fault, the other guy was drunk and speeding and you were just trying to get home after a stressful shift at work.

The next thing you know, your eyes are fluttering open, the first thing you see is your right leg in a cast from the knee down, stopping at the ankle with numerous bandages all over your body. The hospital room is artificially lit and the light bulb isn't bright enough for the room, not to mention the strong odor of cough medicine.

Your vision is a little hazy from the medicine, probably just wearing off judging by the throbbing headache you have, what a way to wake up. You also notice your hospital gown is somehow snug around you, as if someone did it on purpose or was in a rush.

You can hear frantic footsteps outside your room from people speed walking through the halls before the door opens and a stunning woman is standing in the doorway, “ah, you're awake” she says before walking towards the bed, picking up the clipboard hooked onto it to look at your charts and walking up next to your bed.

Her hair is visibly graying and she seems to be in her mid 40s, but it certainly doesn't make her any less breathtaking. It's like she was born to be the prettiest woman on earth at this age, and her uniform just further compliments her appearance.

“Some minor brain damage, fractured fibula and a broken knee. Quite a wreck wasn't it? You were out for a few days. ” She smirks, her eyes darting at you for a second before returning to your charts. You felt so confused, a few days? You had already figured the crash happened yesterday!

Your mind started racing instantly, it must have been pretty obvious what was going on inside of your head because she noticed your confused expression and put the chart down to lift her hand to your chin to guide you to look at her. “it's perfectly normal to be out for that long after a car wreck dear, especially with your injuries.” Her touch sent a shock wave through your body and her warm smile and reassurance worked so well she almost made you forget you were in a crappy hospital bed.

She began to check your vitals. Her touch making you blush as she handles your arm. “Look into the flashlight for me honey.” She commands as she holds a pen with a little light attached to it in front of your face.

“You'll have to stay here for quite a bit more time to recover,” she says as she turns off the light and puts it back into her pocket “How are you feeling dear?” She asked, maintaining eye contact “i…have a headache?” You said hesitantly, “As expected, I'll fetch you more pain medicine in an hour or so.”

She smiles at you again and turns around to leave the room, you're ashamed to admit you were looking at her ass when she was on her way out. You just couldn't help it with how her hips swayed, almost like she was putting on a show for you.

But after she left, you were soon taken back to reality, now realizing your situation, stuck in a hospital until further notice to rot, you had no one to call to try to get you out of here so you had no way to leave before you healed.

-

The first few weeks were absolute hell, the food was slop, the bathroom was gross despite our being in a hospital and the nurses were insufferable. Every interaction with them made you want to blow your brains out but there was one exception, that being the pretty nurse you first saw when you woke up.

Her name is ms way, you didn't want to overstep by asking for her real one but it was still fitting for her. Hearing she was unmarried, on the other hand made your heart monitor noticeably beep faster, although it did that whenever she walked into the room and you just wanted to die from embarrassment knowing she knew but chose not to say anything. You also wanted the ground to suck you whole knowing she would never date you, even if you weren't her patient, the thought made you nauseated, or maybe it was the medicine.

Although, she would get a tad touchy at times and linger a bit longer than needed, sometimes even checking on you before she left the hospital just after clocking out. It made you blush and stumble over your words the way she made you feel special, but you wouldn't know if she does the same to other patients as well.

And over the last few weeks you've gotten a bit close to her because of the little visits before she leaves, often talking about your lives or her job. She's so magnetic and easy to talk to that you don't understand how she's not married or at the very least has a partner.

You're also probably so drawn to her because of the fact that there's nothing to look forward to in this god forsaken hellhole. Sure, there's a TV on the corner of the room that runs on cable but they have none of the good channels, just food networks to taunt you with real homemade food instead of mystery sludge and Christian channels, way too many Christian channels.

And because of the lack of entertainment, you're left to your own devices most of the time, especially after Ms way leaves after her shift ends. So you're often left thinking about what to do…eventually deciding you could pass the time by … touching yourself.

You're not proud of it and you definitely know it's weird to pleasure yourself in the hospital while thinking of the nurse that's been giving you a drop of attention than needed but you can't help it! Just thinking of her soft fingers roaming your body, fondling your tits until they trail down to your heat while you grip her mousy hair and sniff in her floral perfume.

Pretending your fingers were her own was sensational, you know her fingers would easily find their way inside of you, hitting all the sweet spots just the right way. You quickly began softly moaning her name as you felt your release building in your lower stomach. You continued to pump your fingers in and out of you while your orgasm reached its high and you came all over your fingers with her name on your lips.

She was all you could think about for the rest of the night before you easily drifted off to sleep despite all the noise being constantly made by the equipment around you for the first time since you got here.

The next day, you woke up just as drowsy as you always do, still expecting to wake up in your own bed but instead being met by the same depressing room, except this time, there's tray of food on the tiny table next to your bed with a tiny note propped up against the old- tasting jello.

“You looked so pretty and peaceful I didn't want to wake you, make sure to eat for me sweetie” with a little heart on the corner that made your breath hitch and your heart flutter. Her handwriting was admirable and beautiful just like her, you just wanted to look at it all day.

Not wanting to disappoint, you gladly ate all your food, gagging a few times throughout but still pushing through for the sake of following Ms ways orders.

The day carried on like any other agonizing day except you noticed Ms way made visits a lot more than usual, and was way more handsy with your checkup, you swear she was gripping your ass on purpose while looking at your leg. You honestly had to bite your lip to stifle a moan at the feeling.

You thought maybe she was just less busy today, and she happened to be in a good mood too but you couldn't be more wrong about her reasons.

For the 8th time today, she walked into your room as per usual, except she locked the door after she closed it but you didn't think anything of it. “Hello dear, i think it's about time for another exam” she said with a smirk pulling on her lips and waking up to your bed.

“O- oh okay.. but I thought I already got one earlier?” You nervously asked her, your eyes darting everywhere but at her.

“This is a different type of exam darling, get on the side of the bed, legs dangling off for me.” She ordered, waiting for you to comply.

You did as she said, full of anticipation and wonder at what she's going to do. She walks right in front of you, her hands finding their way to your knees, spreading them so she sits right in between.

You instantly turn a deep shade of red at her boldness, heat pooling at your core at her erection grinding against it.

“Ugh, you're so beautiful for me, aren't you?”

She says, her face inches away from yours, her breath hitting your lips almost makes you pass out. You feel her hand ride up your hospital gown to your hips while her other comes up to cup your cheek.

You feel her hand feel around your lower half, clearly taking advantage of your lack of clothing underneath the gown.

“M- Ms way..i-” you're not sure what you're trying to say but luckily her thumb moves to your lips to shush you before you can make a fool of yourself.

She leans forward, nuzzling her nose into your hair while she grinds into you, “a-aah~ mph… ms way…” you whine into her ear, feeling the tent in her dress grow firmer.

She responds by catching your lips in a kiss, your leg that isn't in a cast wraps around her waist to draw her in closer, still seeking more friction than she's giving you.

Your tongues are a mess in each other's mouths, she tastes like coffee and heaven on earth, you can't bring yourself to pull away for air. Your hands move to her beasts, occasionally giving them a squeeze, making her pull back to gasp into your mouth before continuing.

Her hand moves down to join the other in grasping your hips, ass and whatever she can get her hands on without hurting your delicate little body, you couldn't get close enough to her, you couldn't get enough of her, you needed more.

She breaks the kiss to trail down your face, her lips grazing your jaw before settling on your neck, your head tilts to the side, giving her better access to your neck before she basically attacks it. You softly moan as she sucks and licks your neck, leaving obvious hickeys from your upper neck to your shoulder.

You can hear her whispering praises to you, before she pulls back, “God I thought I would have to drop you as a patient, but then I heard you moaning my name last night,” says, before capturing your lips in another, softer kiss before continuing again “then I realized I was holding back for nothing.”

You have never been so embarrassed before in your life, but you were still glad she heard you because now you're getting what you've always wanted since you got here.

Her clothed hard-on grinding into you was maddening, you were growing more impatient by the second.

“p- please fuck me Ms way…I need you.” You murmur against her lips, your hands scrambling to grip her hair and deepen the kiss.

She laughs softly at your eagerness before removing a hand from your ass to hook her thumb into the waistband of her scrubs and push them down, revealing her hard cock straining against her panties, upon seeing how hard she was made your mouth water and made you absolutely soaking the bed sheets underneath you.

Your hand left her hair to run down her torso to take off her underwear, once they fell, pooling around her ankles with her pants, her cock sprung up, slapping against her shirt, leaving a small stain that would be dealt with later.

“A- aah- momma please…” you moaned, using your leg to push her against you again, making her member slide in between your folds, her pre already acting as a lubricant.

Your head falls to her neck at the sensation, whining into it, jumping as her tip catches on your clit as she rolls her hips into you.

“i- i know doll, just- ah!” She said, clearly not caring if anyone outside the room heard you both.

Ms way grabbed both your hips and thrusted into you eagerly, hard and sudden, making your back arch into her and moan into her hair. She left you both like that for a few seconds, enjoying your heavy breathing as well as your tightness.

Then she started moving, slowly thrusting in and out, both of your lips finding each other and moaning into each other's mouths. You continued to feel her body, savoring every touch and feeling she's letting you have.

“M- momma!! P-please!” You cried into her ear, begging her to go faster, her tip was already rutting against your sweet spot but when she started going faster and harder, it was game over.

“A- ah dear I'm…so c- close!” She said while speeding up further, chasing her orgasm just as much as your own. Her constant slamming made it impossible for you to last longer, the bubble finally burst and your pussy clenched and came all over her as she gave a few last lazy thrusts and came inside of you, quickly filling you with her cum and spilling out of you.

You both breathed against each other, whispering praises and “I love you”’s before she realized she was still on the clock and pulled out, making you sigh at the pleasure.

She quickly cleaned you both up and left you with a kiss on the cheek and her number, just to make sure she can see you again after you're discharged.