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a/n: oh my goodness i am so sorry this took centuries for me to write i freaking love this thank you. hugs and kisses anon!!

warnings: 18+, smut, power play, heavy breeding kink, daddy kink, praise & degredation, dom gerard/sub reader, humiliation kink, pet names.

gerard never stopped watching you. not after that night he had you bent over with his hand clamped over your mouth and his cock buried so deep it felt like he was trying to crawl inside you. you still wake up wet from the memory of it. the way he growled against your ear while he pumped you full, the way he called you his good little girl while he bred you like he owned the right to do it, and it made your heart burn with passionate need, finally filling the perhaps dark and twisted void inside of you.

you thought maybe he was gone. maybe the blood on his hands finally caught up with him. but no. every time you walk the path from the mess hall to the counsellor’s lodge you feel eyes on the back of your neck. every time you lock the door at night you still leave the window cracked just enough. just in case.

tonight the air is thick and the lake is black glass, quiet. you’re locking up the arts cabin when the door shuts behind you harder than it should. you don’t turn around. you already know.

“been thinking about me, sugar?”

his voice is low and rough and it slides straight down your spine. you swallow hard. “gerard—”

“daddy.”

the word hits you like a slap and your knees almost buckle. he steps in close, chest to your back, one hand sliding around your throat just tight enough to remind you who decides when you breathe. the other hand cups your stomach, possessive, like he’s checking if what he left in you last time took.

“i’ve been watching you all week,” he murmurs against your temple. “shy little camp counsellor trying to act like you don’t still feel me every time you sit down. like you don’t touch yourself under that little blue blanket thinking about how i stretched this tight cunt open and filled it until it leaked.”

you whimper, jaw falling slack at his words, it’s all you have been thinking about, and its making your brain fuzzy. and he feels it. he smiles against your skin.

“turn around.”

you do. he’s even more dangerous up close. dark eyes, blood under his nails, that soft mouth that has no business looking so pretty when it’s saying such filthy things. he crowds you back against the table until the edge digs into your thighs. “you gonna beg for it girly?.”

your voice is barely a whisper. “please… dad- please fuck me agai- please breed me.. can’t stop thinking about it—” your words spilled from your lips as if he forced them to, you were so fucking needy it made him laugh.

he doesn’t let you finish. he spins you, shoves your shorts and panties down in one rough yank, and bends you over the table so hard the art supplies scatter. he unbuckles his belt, stroking himself momentarily before rubbing his tip against your wet cunt, grinning at how stupid you got the second he was touching your pussy. the first thrust is brutal. he sinks all the way in like he’s been starving for the feel of you, and the sound he makes is half groan half snarl.

“there she is,” he rasps, hips snapping hard. “my needy little camp slut. what’re you so wet for hm? like the idea of being my sweet little victim huh? that it? kept this cunt ready for me, didn’t you? waiting for daddy to come back and put another load in you.”

“mgh- n-need it gera-dad-”you can only whine, head dumb,nodding eagerly fingers scrabbling at the wood as he fucks you deep and relentless, one hand fisted in your hair to keep you arched just the way he wants. every thrust punches a soft broken sound out of you. he leans over your back, mouth at your ear.

“gonna fill you up again. gonna keep you full until it takes. you want that? want daddy’s cum dripping out of you while you try to run activities with the kids tomorrow? want everyone to smell what i did to you?”

“yes—yes please—p-please breed me—”

he growls, hips slamming harder, the wet filthy sound of him claiming you echoing in the empty cabin. his free hand snakes under your tummy to rub circles over your clit and you cum almost instantly, squeezing around him so hard he curses.

he doesn’t stop. he rides you through it, chasing his own release with short vicious thrusts until he buries himself to the hilt and comes with a low broken moan, pulsing thick and hot inside you. he stays there, grinding deep, making sure every drop stays where he put it.

when he finally pulls out he watches his cum leak down your thighs and looks satisfied. possessive. dangerous.

“good girl,” he murmurs, voice soft now, almost tender. “next time i see you i expect you still full of me. don’t clean it up. daddy’s keeping score.” he’ll be back soon then, you thought. and it made you feel strangely comforted.

he presses one last kiss to the back of your neck, then he’s gone like smoke, leaving you shaking and dripping and already aching for the next time those pretty eyes find you again and fuck it all better.

ray defending the scared interviewer 🥹✌️ fuck my wattpad life

dad’s dumb girl

warnings: 18+, smut, ddlg, daddy kink, spitting, dumbification, dom/sub dynamic, overstimulation, slapping, fluff, pet names, breeding kink, use of dad instead of daddy its hitting different for me okay.😭.

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you’re perched on gee’s lap, seemingly innocent. soft rocks of your hips while some movie plays forgotten in the background. gerard’s hands rest loose on your waist, thumb brushing slow circles over the hem of your stripy tshirt like he’s trying not to rush you. your breath catches every time the friction drags just right against him, soft mewls slipping past your lips that make his grip tighten a fraction.

“that feel good, baby?” he murmurs, voice low and warm against your ear. “keep going if you want, look real pretty sweetheart.”

you drop your face into his neck at being ‘caught’, but you don’t stop. the dry humping then start; small, experimental rolls that grow bolder when he groans quietly and presses up to meet you. his cock hardens under you, thick and obvious through his sweatpants, and the shy thrill of it makes you grind a little harder.

gerard’s breathing roughens, his fingers digging into your hips like he’s anchoring himself. “mm- doin-doins so good baby” he whispers, lips brushing your temple. “so sweet and warm on me.. such a good litt-little girl.”

you whimper, rolling your hips again, and that’s when the switch flips. his control frays. one hand slides up your back, the other guiding you firmer against his lap, chasing the pressure.

“can’t—shit, can’t stay still when you’re moving like that,” he breathes, voice cracking with want. he lifts you just enough to tug your shorts and panties down your thighs in one impatient motion, then pushes his own waistband low enough to free himself. the hot, heavy length of his cock slides against your slick folds, and your pussy tingles at the feeling.

“look at me,” he says softly, tilting your chin up even though your eyes stay half-lidded and shy. “want you to feel every inch.. gonna go slow at first, yeah? let you get used to me.”

he lines up and sinks in carefully, stretching you open with a long, steady push that makes you squeal a little into his collarbone. “that’s it… good girl.. feeling good?.” his praise is steady, murmured right against your mouth as he bottoms out. “doing so well, baby. taking me so deep.”

once he’s buried, the desperation starts creeping in. his hips twitch like he’s fighting not to slam up into you. you rock experimentally and he curses under his breath, forehead pressed to yours.

“making dad feel real good baby, thats it-” he rasps, and you move a little more, its messy with no pace, but his restraint snaps. he starts fucking you harder, hands locked on your hips, pulling you down onto every thrust. the pace turns relentless, wet sounds filling the room as he drives up into you.

“you’re so fucking tight-,” he groans, chuckling cruelly, his voice wrecked. your starting to get all cross eyed, cock being the only thought imprinted in your mind. “just a dumb little girl huh?” he taunts. each thrust punches little gasps out of you, your shy whimpers turning into broken moans. talks you through every second of it, praise spilling out between kisses and bites along your neck.

“good job baby… letting me fuck you stupid, huh? look at you-” he cradles your jaw in his hand, studying your face fondly. “mm-mhh! d-dad- g-gonna… f-feels-” you babble out, completely fucked out.

“you gonna come just like this, aren’t you? on my cock while i tell you how good you are.”

you nod profusely, keening and pawing at his chest. you clench around him and he loses it a little more, pounding deeper, sweat slick between your bodies. “fuck- getting close hm? gonna fill you up so good, baby. want you dripping with me.”

he slaps your cheek lightly, making your hazy eyes meet his. “open.” he commands, and your lips part instantly, looking ever so pliant and dumb. he spits roughly into your mouth before patting your cheek again, and you show him you swallowed.

cupping your face with his hands, he begins taunting, smirking. “say ‘im a pretty girl’”

“i-im a pretty girl..” you croak out, chasing his hand with your head instinctively.

he nods, his grin unwavering, still fucking into you, knowing your about to cum.

your orgasm hits hard and he fucks you through it, murmuring constant praise until you’re trembling and oversensitive. only then does he chase his own release, hips stuttering as he buries himself deep and comes with a low, shaky groan of your name.

he slowly pulls out, tilting your jaw up to look at him. “tell dad how much you love being used.”

you look up at him, your expression a mix of confusion, flushed and being utterly dumb fucked. “l-love being used by my daddy- h-mhmngh-” your voice is hoarse and croaky.

he parts your lips once more with his thumb, spitting into your mouth again, before turning you around and throwing you into the pillow, ass up, and you croak out a defeated whimper. “mmmnghh-”

“we’re not done.”

he rubs his tip along your pussy, before slamming into you, hard already, setting a cruel pace, and you just drooled into the pillow, weakly trying to get away, and failing miserably.

“ah-ah, where do you think you’re going sugar?” he teases, his mouth agape at how good your pussy feels around him, and he moves a hand between your legs and starts rubbing at your clit.

you babble something incoherent, hands reaching out behind you, any thought in your head dissolving into mush, still pushing back onto his dick despite your whining.

“you close already baby? thats okay.. let go it’s okay your good.”

you sob into the pillow, cumming and squeezing him tight, letting out a sweet wail, tears and drool sliding down your face, and he strokes your hair, knowing he needs to ground you after an intense fucking.

he keeps thrusting into you, soon filling you with his thick cum, watching it flood your pussy and coat your thighs while you squirm in overstimulation, he bottoms out one last time, staying deep inside you.

“gonna pull out now, baby. that okay?”

you nod slowly, your eyes barely staying open, he gently eases out of you, pressing a kiss to your pussy and gently turns you back around. he wraps both arms around you, pulling you close against his chest while you both catch your breath. gentle kisses press to your forehead, your wet cheeks, the tip of your nose.

“you okay?” he whispers, voice soft and fond, and you nod, dumbly. “mmm” is all you manage out.

one hand strokes slow circles up and down your back. “did so good for me sweet girl.”his fingers comb through your hair, untangling it gently while he murmurs quiet little compliments, how pretty you looked falling apart, how much he loves feeling you close like this. he gets up to fetch water and a warm cloth, and you whimper, reaching out for him. he chuckles, “m’ coming back, baby. be one second.”

and he returns in seconds, cleaning you up with careful, reverent touches and soft laughs when you hide your face in embarrassment, sleepy and flushed.

ray defends reader at a party ♡ (drabble)

a/n: guys. i wrote this already like three times and tumblr fucking ate it somewhere, so im sorry if this is ass 😭 but you know that one interview where they bring out snakes and a tarantula, and someone puts the snake on the interviewer and ray yells a little at the guy, saying shes scared etc. that did something to me. so i wanted to expand because im a self indulgent whore. WOW that was long okay bye i love all of you.

warnings: just hurt/comfort, protective ray, just a short lil drabble

(sorry patrick stump i stole your name temporarily)

the salt air clings to everything, thick and humid, turning the beach house into a goddamn oven. waves crash somewhere in the dark beyond the porch, but inside it’s all sticky heat, bodies packed onto the sand, sprawled across the living room couches, and crowding the wooden porch railing. taking back sunday tracks thump low and distorted from a crappy stereo. it’s patrick’s fault you’re here. your only ‘friend’ since moving to a new city. he swore it’d be chill. “just a little hang after the show,” he’d said. now he’s deep in it with a bunch of rowdy dudes from the scene, laughing too loud, shoving each other, passing around bottles and joints.

you’re sitting on the edge of a worn couch just inside the open sliding doors, where the porch meets the living room. the heat is unbearable, your shirt sticks to your back, hair damp against your neck, and sleep tugs at you hard; you’ve been up since early morning and this whole environment is overwhelming. patrick’s friends keep glancing your way, tossing out comments that make your stomach twist.

“damn, she’s quiet. you bring us a shy one, pat?” one of them smirks, eyes lingering too long.

another laughs. “bet she’s never been to a real party. c’mere, sweetheart, we’ll loosen you up.”

you shrink in on yourself, cheeks burning hotter than the night air. your hands tremble slightly in your lap as you try to disappear into the cushions. patrick just grins, half-sloshed, and waves them off like it’s all jokes. “she’s cool, just new to this shit.”

the trembling gets worse. the heat, the noise, the dirty gazes on you, it all presses down until your vision starts to blur at the edges. you feel yourself slipping, eyelids heavy, body too exhausted and scared to fight it anymore. the world tilts.

then everything goes soft and dark.

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“—the fuck is wrong with you, man?!”

the shout yanks you back to consciousness, hazy and disoriented. someone’s got a gentle hand on your shoulder, steadying you so you don’t slump sideways. cool water is being pressed to your lips. you blink slowly, registering the familiar voice first.

ray, who you have seen once or twice at various gigs, is crouched in front of you, his expression tight with anger and concern. those dark curls are messy from the humidity, glasses slightly fogged. he’s close but not crowding, shielding you from the rest of the group with his body. behind him, you catch glimpses of gerard, frank, and mikey watching quietly from nearby, frank’s already standing like he’s ready to back ray up.

patrick’s frozen a few feet away, bottle in hand, looking startled.

“she’s fucking scared, man!” ray’s voice cracks with frustration, louder than you’ve ever heard it off-stage. he gestures sharply at you without taking his eyes off patrick. “look at her—she’s scared. fucking passing out.. what’s wrong with you? you drag her here knowing she’s never done any of this shit and then you let em talk to her like that?”

patrick stammers something defensive, but ray cuts him off, voice dropping lower but no less intense. “she’s not a prop for your night, dude. she’s a person. get your shit together or get the fuck away from her.”

the rowdy guys had gone quieter, shifting uncomfortably. ray turns back to you, his anger melting instantly into something softer. his had keeps a present, light weight on your arm, grounding, before pulling you through the crowd to come sit with his friends, as you babbled apologies and thanks.

☆ danger days summer has officially begun ☆

fucking in the woods

warnings: 18+, smut, puppy play, mean frank, rough fucking, dom/sub dynamic, degradation & praise, dumbification, pet names, ddlg undertones.

an: GUYS i’m sorry i’ve not been posting as regularly i’m gonna try posting a lot more!!

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frank has been eyeing you the whole damn bus ride, his cold glare cutting through the chatter like a knife. the field trip’s some lame nature hike bullshit, but all he can think about is his pathetic little girl, who fucking cums just from his rough hands on her.

as soon as the group scatters into the trees for “free exploration,” he grabs your wrist hard enough to bruise and yanks you off the trail. “c’mon, mutt. can’t wait anymore.” branches snap under his boots while he drags you deeper into the woods, away from prying eyes. your heart’s pounding, legs stumbling to keep up with his long strides, but you don’t fight it. you never do.

he shoves you against a thick tree trunk, bark scraping your back as he yanks your shorts down in one rough motion. “look at you, already dripping like a desperate bitch in heat.” his cock is out fast, thick and angry-hard from hours of holding back. he spits on his hand, strokes himself once, then lifts one of your legs around his waist and slams in deep.

you whimper, going all soft and stupid instantly, eyes glazing over as he starts pounding. “that’s it— good girl.. just take it.” frank’s hips snap relentless, burying himself balls-deep every thrust, growling low against your neck. “been thinking about this tight cunt all day. dumb puppy can’t even focus on anything but my dick, huh?”

you nod dumbly, mouth open, drooling a little as he fucks you harder. your brain melts into nothing but heat and the slap of skin, legs shaking while he uses you like his personal toy. “mm- da- dadmmmh! nonono f-feels too g-” you babbled through tears, he doesn’t stop. pulls out only to spin you around, bend you over a fallen log, and drives back in from behind, hand fisted in your hair like a leash, and you just yipped and cried, slick dripping down your thighs.

“ohhh… barking so fuckin’ pretty for me huh?” he laughs meanly, spanking your ass red while he rails you nonstop. minutes bleed into more, sweat dripping, your voice hoarse from moaning, pussy clenching around him like you were made for this. he cums once, fills you up hot and sticky, but doesn’t pull out. just keeps grinding, getting hard again inside you.

“not done yet. gonna fuck you stupid out here till you can’t walk straight.” another round, slower this time but deeper, his fingers rubbing your clit till you’re sobbing and cumming all over him again. you’re his dumb little puppy, brain empty except for frank’s cock, body limp and obedient while he breeds you against the tree, on the ground, till you sobbed.

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this is an extremely misleading take, you are not welcome here to be cruel and shame others, but look, i get why you feel ‘raw’ and protective of twin peaks, but honestly it comes off more like gatekeeping the show than some deep artistic defence, i’ve watched the show for years and i don’t mean to ‘interpret it wrongfully’ per se, twin peaks is this wild, surreal mess full of trauma and moral gray areas already, so when i, or someone else writes fanfic that leans into age gaps or dark erotic fantasy, it doesn’t feel like they’re ruining the show to me, at least. it feels like they’re doing what fans do, playing in the messy spaces the source material opened up, and i don’t mean to offend anybody by doing so, which is why i always add tags at the very start to ensure everyone knows what they’re reading.

Puppy is a tired artist and she passes out at her desk while mid-drawing and Gerard comes home to see her sleeping.

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