Garf

-You probably met in your towns local dive bar, sweet talking in your ear, placing soft kisses down your neck. Breath smelling of cheap whiskey and cigarettes. He bought you enough cheap beer for you to end up going back to his trailer, Gerard knew you were going to be his.

-The small trailer park you both lived in sat a little outside of town. It wasn’t too bad, your backyard is the plains of grain that spans for miles. Plus there wasn’t many people to hear your fights, nobody needs a show. Though you and Gerard were still known as the moody couple, going between fighting and being all over eachother so quickly.

-You work as a waitress at the diner just down the street from the auto body shop he works at. It usually keeps them out of trouble. Gerard stops by on his breaks, sitting down in your section and just ordering a coffee. Kissing the ring on your finger before leaving. However they occasionally pull you into the employee restroom for your break. Head exploring under your dress to lick at your underwear, and within ten minutes their tongue is exploring your wetness. Voice slurring in pleasure, “Tastes so fuckin’ good, sweetheart,” while nose deep in your pussy.

-Spends his Friday nights at the dive bar playing with his shitty cover band, mostly getting paid with free beer. However, you usually worked those nights, which made him bitchy. Coming home in a drunken stupor, sometimes taking you to bed or starting a fight. Either was almost always possible with them. Fights usually ending with a hard palm to your cheek, leaving a pretty big bruise for the next day. And he’d end up crying all pathetic, and you’d always lay his head on your chest, tears wetting you. Petting his black hair while he sobbed, staring up at you with those big brown eyes you couldn’t resist.

-It always seemed to end up that way, he’d hit you and then cry at your feet, begging for forgiveness. Pulling out every pet name he knew you loved, knowingly or not, they made your heart bleed. The makeup sex was great though, you never knew which side of Gerard you’d get, which excited you.

Either fucking you hard and fast in doggy, cigarette between his lips, hands occasionally leaving your ass to run fingers through their hair (or spank you). Mumbling, “Yer so good f’me sweetheart…” Or they’d be on top of you in mating press, making love in slow and deep strokes. Praising their baby all the same, lips suckling your hard nippples.

-Those nights when you had Fridays off were always the best, doing up your hair and makeup, all just for him. Making sure to wear his grandma’s ring, it was stunning, though you couldn’t believe how he didn’t pawn it off years ago. Letting the big diamond sparkle in the dim lights of the bar.

-Most of those Friday’s you’d dance the night away, occasionally joined by some cowboy, making sure flirt in front of your fiancée. You loved Gerard jealous, they fucked best that way. One time he even got into a bar fight for you, which was one of the hottest things he’s ever done in your honor. Remembering how you iced their shiner while you rode them, you must’ve gone four or five rounds that night. (More at the bottom)

-On particularly good paydays he’d take you to one of those tackily decorated sex motels. Heart bed sitting in the center of the room with red and pink decoration, looking as if Valentine’s Day threw up in a room. Gerard filled the small mini fridge with as much booze as he could pay for, accompanied by your one and only lonesome vibrator. Spending the night recreating your (his) favorite porn clips, watching in the mirror as they fucked your brains out. Toned arms caging you as they huffed, “Aren’t you sweet? C’mon an’ finish for daddy…”

-As much as you fought, you loved him. In whatever sick and twisted way you did, no matter what your friends and family said. Always thinking back to those moments late at night, lying naked in your shitty bed sharing cigarettes silently. You both usually never said anything, neither of you needed to. Their hand sat at your hip, tracing shapes into your skin. He loved you, and you loved him. That was that.

The Bar Fight

Gerard was leaving the trailer just as you came back from your day shift, giving you a peck on the cheek before muttering, “See ya later, sugar.” Before smacking your ass playfully and shutting the rickety door behind them. Sighing softly as you change out of your food smelling work clothes. Setting them in the dirty clothes basket to wash and put on the drying line later. First retouching up your makeup a little before getting started on your hair. Teasing and pinning it as tall and high as possible in such a time crunch. After all, the higher the hair, the closer to god.

Getting into your decades old beat up car, shoving the key into the ignition and twisting several times before it roared to life. The bar was just a little closer into town, so it never took very long to get there. Pulling in, you saw Gerard’s almost equally as shitty truck and parked right next to it. Walking in, the dive bar was foggy and dim, filled with chatter and cigarette smoke. Gerard’s voice rang through the amps, covering some Iron Maiden song to warm up. Walking to the bar and ordering a drink, you eyed Gerard. Watching as his gaze settled over the audience, trying to find a familiar face. Once you lock eyes, Gerard can’t help but smile, winking at you cheekily. Smiling back, you blew a kiss, getting up to head to the dance floor.

Before you could fully make it there, a tan, brunette cowboy came up to you. Looking down, he tipped his Stetson, “Hello little lady.” Smiling, you looked towards Gerard who was white knuckling a beer, watching silently. However, they kept their composure while you and the cowboy danced. His lips below your ear, it made you shiver. A few songs went by and Gerard got sloppier and sloppier. Stumbling around stage as he sung, though most of the patrons didn’t pay attention.

Now it was their last song and Gerard was giving their all, completely unaware of their voice slightly slurring. Every now and then glancing in your direction, scowling at the cowboy who held you close. And when the song finally ended and the applause died down, he spoke, “Wanna thank my baby f’comin tonight..” Their eyes focused on the man you danced with, “But I’d like for the jerk to get his-fuckin’ hands off them.” The cowboy grumbled something unintelligible as Gerard stepped off the stage. Stepping off to the side as they approached the cowboy, cursing and shoving him.

Sitting back at the bar as they squared up, fetching a pack of cigarettes from your purse. Lighting one up as Gerard through the first punch, hitting the man square in the jaw. Cheering with the giddy crowd hungry for drama. The cowboy threw the second punch, he was surely gonna get a black eye later. He stumbled back from the force, pompadour esque hair deflating to fall over their face. The sight alone made you swoon, clenching your thighs together. Just about to walk away before he murmured, “All this for some fuckin’ bitch…”

Gerard sprang back into action, fist making contact with the man’s face. Almost literally making the cowboy eat his own words. While the man was still dazed, Gerard waved you over, muttering, “C’mon baby, let’s get back home.” Whatever adrenaline fueled sobriety filled them before completely disappeared when the chilly air hit their face. Bending over and puking in the gravel road, rubbing his back as an attempt to soothe them. Deciding to get your car in the morning, you took Gerard’s keys and settled him in the truck. They muttered slurred, “I love yous,” the whole ride home, hand climbing up your thigh.

Stumbling into the trailer, once the door shut, you pushed them onto the shitty built in couch. Once you started unbuttoning your dress, Gerard got the picture, shoving down their pants and underwear. Wrapping a hand around his semi while you stripped. Clutching your breasts while their thumb rubbed his slit, moaning loudly. This was one of the few times Gerard ever let you lead. “Got quite a shiner there, big boy…Want some ice for it?” Gerard nodded, watching you fetch an ice pack fully nude. Settling on their lap, you prompted them to hold the pack to their eye while you ground your wetness on his length.

He whimpered, free hand grabbing at your hip, fingertips grasping your skin roughly. Clit pressing nicely against their length, softly moaning as you pressed your lips to his. It was hard and sloppy, licking desperately into each others mouths. Finally, you grasped their length, letting it grind against your clit before sinking onto it. Gerard was more of a grower than a shower, thick cock filling you nicely. You took over the ice pack, shooing their hand away as he chuckled softly. Big hands settling on either side of your hips, occasionally making their way to your ass, giving it a squeeze.

“Atta girl!” They praised, forcing your hips down harder, overall quickening your pace. You couldn’t help but whine, throwing your head back. Not really caring about volume, your deadbeat neighbors have heard worse. Putting the ice pack aside, your hands crept up his chest and wrapped lightly around his neck. Placing a kiss a little below the black eye, your grip tightened. Gerard groaned, hand coming down to smack your ass in retort. Your husband looked so blissed out, head resting against the wall while they occasionally smacked you. And your dirty words didn’t help, “C’mon daddy…God, y’feel so good!” Gerard would moan, hips fucking deep into you, “Yeah-fuck, sweetheart! Yer takin me so well, just fuckin made for me, huh?” You nodded fervently, tears welling up in your eyes as his cock pulsed inside you.

Your thighs hurt, all sore and tired just from riding them. Nipples grazing the sweaty skin of his chest, friction making you gasp. Encouraging you to grip his neck harder, a loud moan rattled out from between his lips. Taking the opportunity to spit directly into their mouth, watching as he swallowed quickly. They liked this side of you, which was something he didn’t really get to see very often. Leaving them with this dopey smile as you rode him. Thrusting particularly hard, they hit that deep, gummy part inside you. Finally letting go, you finished messily all over his cock.