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Title: "Stretched Across My Shame"
By: me; Ivy / _precious_fear
Coupling: Geoff Rickly (of Thursday) and Gerard Way (of My Chemical Romance)
Rating: NC-17 - graphic slash
Description: He was such a forceful top...
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
"...fuck...Geoff-...stop..."
"What? Stop?"
I took a deep breath, my hands gripping at his hips tightly as he had me pinned back against my bedroom wall. Seconds before I'd spoken up, he was attacking the side of my neck and my throat with almost brutal bites, leaving a series of hickies along my flesh. My skin burned and was sore as he pulled he head back to look at me. A frown was on my lips as I stared at him in front of me, trying to find the words to say.
"Just...stop, okay?" I squirmed out from his grip and pushed him away from me gently. He stood there confused as I walked across my bedroom and to my door, opening it and heading across the hallway, to the bathroom. Once in, I flicked the light on and stood in front of the mirror. Lifting a hand, I brushed my hair back behind my shoulders and tilted my head to the side, examining my neck and throat in the mirror.
Random bite marks were very evident on my skin, along with dark hickies. It looked as if I were attacked. One bite was so deep, I could see evidence of a little bit of blood pooling up slowly. My eyes scanned further down my naked abdomen in the mirror, and there was a trail of harsh red nail marks going down my chest. Even more went over my ribs, and were also much darker.
I shook my head in result of shame, and looked down, allowing my hair to fall back into place around the sides of my neck.
He was such a forceful top...
My entire body tensed up when I felt two arms wrap around my bare stomach, and I looked back up into the mirror to see him standing behind me, his gaze meeting mine in the mirror.
"Why'd you tell me to stop?" He asked quietly, turning his head just a little to sort of nuzzle his nose against my hair. He kissed it lightly and it nearly made me cringe. I lowered my gaze from his and stared down at the bathroom sink, speaking quietly. "Because...you hurt me..."
"I did?" He asked, almost sounding clueless. I narrowed my eyes and turned around in his arms to face him, making his arms drop from around me. "Don't play stupid, Geoff. Look at this." I turned my head and pushed my hair back again, showing him my throat and neck, also motioning to my chest. "You know exactly what you do to me. You just like to think that I like it as much as you like doing it."
"That's not true, Gee. You've never said anything before. Never complained..."
"I-...I know. I know, okay? But I'm complaining now. It has to stop. I'm sick of having to cover myself up, just because of what you do to me."
"Hey...don't be like that. I'm sorry, all right?" He raised his eyebrows at me and stepped closer, placing his hands against my shoulders. I kept my eyes on his, and for a second, I could almost hope he was being sincere and honest.
I'm not sure of when I'd become as soft as a fucking feather pillow, but it happened right with this boy, Geoff, and I was positive of that. No mattter how forceful he is with me...no matter how many bruises he may leave on my body, or how much blood I've spilled because of him, I cannot stop coming back for more. Of course I hate it. No one wants to be treated like shit. No one in their right mind, anyway. But, I was in my right mind. I liked to brainwash myself to believe that I just liked pleasing my partners...
His hands ran gently over my shoulders and I slumped them somewhat. I moved just a little closer to him and slid my hands down along his sides, leaning in a bit to press a kiss to his chin. "No...you don't have to be sorry," I said, shaking my head a little bit. He smiled somewhat at this and moved one of his hands off of my shoulder, lifting it up to my chin. He softly ran his thumb over it and pressed a simple, chaste kiss to my lips, sliding his other hand down from my shoulder and to my side, wrapping his arm around me. He turned with me, walking backwards toward my bedroom.
My heart was beginning to ache in my chest, but I ignored it the best I could. I just wanted to be on all fours so that he couldn't see me crying. Like usual.
Once inside my room, he nudged the door shut with his foot and moved us over to my bed. He turned his head to kiss my cheek and slowly began to lower himself down onto the floor on his knees in front of me. His hands reached up for my jeans and he undid the button and zipper, beginning to slide them down my legs. I kept my eyes off of him and willingly stepped out of my jeans, having gotten used to not wearing boxers under them by now. He didn't like that, so I'd stopped.
I felt him kiss the skin just below my navel before he stood up in front of me and I sat down on my bed, scooting myself back onto it. He undid his own jeans and slid out of them, his shirt having already been removed previously as my own, and he crawled up onto the bed along with me, settling himself between my legs comfortably. I stared at him as he scanned his eyes over my naked body beneath him, and his tongue darted out past his lips to lick over them rather slowly.
I'd always wondered what he saw when he looked at me. Perhaps his territory.
He reached his hands down and rubbed them over my hip bones, pressing his fingertips into my flesh, more firmly than necessary. I closed my eyes and swallowed as I felt him drag his nails downward over the tops of my thighs, moving his hands to the bend of my knees and pushing my legs apart as far as he could. I bit down on the inside of my lip and willed myself to keep my eyes closed. It was starting to hurt to look at him anymore.
Suddenly, I felt his teeth nipping at the skin of my inner left thigh and my fists curled into my bedsheets. My heartbeat quickened in my chest, and my breathing fell a little off-beat. His nipping turned into full-on biting, and he trailed his mouth up to the crease of my groin, biting down on the skin there. I whimpered loudly and gave my bedsheets a firm pull, suddenly realizing that what I'd said to him minutes before had gone through one ear and out the other.
I could feel his warm breath against me as he dusted a few butterfly kisses to my dick, not daring to do anything other than that, though, and I felt him sit up between my legs. I'd finally allowed myself to open my eyes just a bit, and the way he was looking at my body was nearly...animalistic. Like he couldn't wait to cause my body as much pain as he could, just to get off.
"Turn over, Gerard," he stated quietly, his eyes never meeting with mine as he spoke. I slowly turned over onto my knees and hands, my backside to him now, and I felt him push down against my back, forcing me down onto my stomach and chest. This was new...
He leaned over atop of me and picked up the bottle of lubricant I kept on my bedside table, and I listened as he opened the bottle. I pulled one of my pillows close to me, wrapping my arms around it firmly and resting my head against it. I swallowed down nervously and took a breath, frowing as it came out shakily from between my lips.
Moments later, I heard a thud and guessed that he'd tossed the bottle onto the floor, and I felt the weight of one side of the bed shift, knowing he'd braced himself on one arm. I began biting down on my lower lip when I felt him aligning his tip with my opening, and I felt his forehead resting down against one of my shoulderblades. He began adding pressure against me and my eyes slipped shut tightly, trying not to tense up, but finding it to be incredibly difficult as he shifted his hips and pushed into me forcefully, not stopping until he was completely buried inside of me.
A long, obviously painful cry escaped my lips and my muscles tensed around him immensely as I turned my head against my pillow and buried my face deeply against it, whimpering loudly. He brought one of his hands up to press it to my shoulder as he lifted his head off of my shoulderblade, not giving me any time to adjust as he immediately began rocking his hips into me.
I gasped sharply into the pillow, eyes clutched closed as tightly as possible, and he squeezed my shoulder firmly in his hand, digging his nails into the skin. His hip movements quickly turned into pounding as he moved inside of me, ignoring my consistent groans of pain. I'd come to believe that's what got him off, anyway.
Deep, low growls worked from within his throat as he continued atop of me, giving deep, hard, quick thrusts. I could feel his hips meet with my ass each time he'd thrust into me, showing me exactly how deep the penetration was. I felt him move his hand off of my shoulder and slam it down against the back of my head, pushing my face harder into the pillow. This made my heart sort of jump in my chest and I cried out a muffled "stop" into the pillow, although I knew he couldn't hear me.
Continuous growls fell from his lips and he curled his fingers into my hair, giving it a hard yank, forcing my head off of the pillow, pulling it back. Tears had lined my closed eyelids, and my eyebrows were narrowed in pain, mouth slack with small whimpers.
He leaned his head down and attached his mouth to the back of my neck, biting down hard, tugging at the skin with his teeth. A sharp pain ran through my neck, and traveled down my side, but he didn't seem to care. That, or notice. He grinded his teeth against my skin, moaning lowly against it before letting it go and shoved my head back down into the pillow, fingers still gripping my hair. He pushed down against my head even harder as his hips thrusted into me, that familiar skin-on-skin sound filling my room.
"...how can you not like this?" He growled in a deep, breathy voice, but I didn't respond. I was never very vocal in bed. Not with him, not with anyone. But my heart also never joined me when I'd lay down for someone, either.
His movements began to slow, but he kept his thrusts deep and hard. I wasn't even turned on, and I felt no pleasure out of it at all. I'd started feeling like some sort of toy, rather than a partner, in this relationship.
His grip tightened on my hair impossibly more, causing me to moan in half annoyance, half pain, and I squeezed my eyes shut again, absently sniffling, willing myself to hold back the tears that'd built in my eyes. I knew it'd all be over soon enough. To help this fact, I began tightening and loosening my muscles around him repeatedly, also starting to grind my ass back against his hips. This earned a loud, appreciative moan from him and he moved his hand off of the bed and placed it against my back, digging his blunt nails into my skin as hard as he could, holding me still beneath him as he only moved his hips, returning to pounding into me.
I panted breathlessly beneath him, pain searching through my entire body. I could feel a headache coming on, and this only made me feel worse than I already was.
A long, raspy moan fell from his lips and he pushed his hand against my back harder, dragging his nails along my skin just a little, leaving a sting lingering on my flesh. I bit down as hard as I could on my lower lip, accidently puncturing the skin with my own teeth, but I didn't pay it much attention. I wanted anything to keep my mind off of what he was doing to me.
My muscles tightened around him one more time, and he finally gave in. With a chorus of moans and growls, he came deep inside of me, not slowing his hips though as he rode out the contractions of his orgasm as he usually did. His come only made my insides burn, due to his limited use of lubricant, and this left me feeling more empty than I did before.
Once his arms began to tremble against me, is when he stopped his hips. He gave himself a few moments to catch his breath before he pulled out of my body and shifted atop of me, moving to lie down on my bed.
I kept motionless, though. I could almost feel the knots he'd made in my hair from making it a mess with his hands, and my entire body ached. I tightened my arms around my pillow and sniffled against it, finding myself curling up to my own body. I could hear him panting beside me but didn't dare look at him.
Just like he didn't dare to touch me.
[ 'bout time I gave Geoff some ass. haha. ]
By: me; Ivy / _precious_fear
Coupling: Geoff Rickly (of Thursday) and Gerard Way (of My Chemical Romance)
Rating: NC-17 - graphic slash
Description: He was such a forceful top...
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
"...fuck...Geoff-...stop..."
"What? Stop?"
I took a deep breath, my hands gripping at his hips tightly as he had me pinned back against my bedroom wall. Seconds before I'd spoken up, he was attacking the side of my neck and my throat with almost brutal bites, leaving a series of hickies along my flesh. My skin burned and was sore as he pulled he head back to look at me. A frown was on my lips as I stared at him in front of me, trying to find the words to say.
"Just...stop, okay?" I squirmed out from his grip and pushed him away from me gently. He stood there confused as I walked across my bedroom and to my door, opening it and heading across the hallway, to the bathroom. Once in, I flicked the light on and stood in front of the mirror. Lifting a hand, I brushed my hair back behind my shoulders and tilted my head to the side, examining my neck and throat in the mirror.
Random bite marks were very evident on my skin, along with dark hickies. It looked as if I were attacked. One bite was so deep, I could see evidence of a little bit of blood pooling up slowly. My eyes scanned further down my naked abdomen in the mirror, and there was a trail of harsh red nail marks going down my chest. Even more went over my ribs, and were also much darker.
I shook my head in result of shame, and looked down, allowing my hair to fall back into place around the sides of my neck.
He was such a forceful top...
My entire body tensed up when I felt two arms wrap around my bare stomach, and I looked back up into the mirror to see him standing behind me, his gaze meeting mine in the mirror.
"Why'd you tell me to stop?" He asked quietly, turning his head just a little to sort of nuzzle his nose against my hair. He kissed it lightly and it nearly made me cringe. I lowered my gaze from his and stared down at the bathroom sink, speaking quietly. "Because...you hurt me..."
"I did?" He asked, almost sounding clueless. I narrowed my eyes and turned around in his arms to face him, making his arms drop from around me. "Don't play stupid, Geoff. Look at this." I turned my head and pushed my hair back again, showing him my throat and neck, also motioning to my chest. "You know exactly what you do to me. You just like to think that I like it as much as you like doing it."
"That's not true, Gee. You've never said anything before. Never complained..."
"I-...I know. I know, okay? But I'm complaining now. It has to stop. I'm sick of having to cover myself up, just because of what you do to me."
"Hey...don't be like that. I'm sorry, all right?" He raised his eyebrows at me and stepped closer, placing his hands against my shoulders. I kept my eyes on his, and for a second, I could almost hope he was being sincere and honest.
I'm not sure of when I'd become as soft as a fucking feather pillow, but it happened right with this boy, Geoff, and I was positive of that. No mattter how forceful he is with me...no matter how many bruises he may leave on my body, or how much blood I've spilled because of him, I cannot stop coming back for more. Of course I hate it. No one wants to be treated like shit. No one in their right mind, anyway. But, I was in my right mind. I liked to brainwash myself to believe that I just liked pleasing my partners...
His hands ran gently over my shoulders and I slumped them somewhat. I moved just a little closer to him and slid my hands down along his sides, leaning in a bit to press a kiss to his chin. "No...you don't have to be sorry," I said, shaking my head a little bit. He smiled somewhat at this and moved one of his hands off of my shoulder, lifting it up to my chin. He softly ran his thumb over it and pressed a simple, chaste kiss to my lips, sliding his other hand down from my shoulder and to my side, wrapping his arm around me. He turned with me, walking backwards toward my bedroom.
My heart was beginning to ache in my chest, but I ignored it the best I could. I just wanted to be on all fours so that he couldn't see me crying. Like usual.
Once inside my room, he nudged the door shut with his foot and moved us over to my bed. He turned his head to kiss my cheek and slowly began to lower himself down onto the floor on his knees in front of me. His hands reached up for my jeans and he undid the button and zipper, beginning to slide them down my legs. I kept my eyes off of him and willingly stepped out of my jeans, having gotten used to not wearing boxers under them by now. He didn't like that, so I'd stopped.
I felt him kiss the skin just below my navel before he stood up in front of me and I sat down on my bed, scooting myself back onto it. He undid his own jeans and slid out of them, his shirt having already been removed previously as my own, and he crawled up onto the bed along with me, settling himself between my legs comfortably. I stared at him as he scanned his eyes over my naked body beneath him, and his tongue darted out past his lips to lick over them rather slowly.
I'd always wondered what he saw when he looked at me. Perhaps his territory.
He reached his hands down and rubbed them over my hip bones, pressing his fingertips into my flesh, more firmly than necessary. I closed my eyes and swallowed as I felt him drag his nails downward over the tops of my thighs, moving his hands to the bend of my knees and pushing my legs apart as far as he could. I bit down on the inside of my lip and willed myself to keep my eyes closed. It was starting to hurt to look at him anymore.
Suddenly, I felt his teeth nipping at the skin of my inner left thigh and my fists curled into my bedsheets. My heartbeat quickened in my chest, and my breathing fell a little off-beat. His nipping turned into full-on biting, and he trailed his mouth up to the crease of my groin, biting down on the skin there. I whimpered loudly and gave my bedsheets a firm pull, suddenly realizing that what I'd said to him minutes before had gone through one ear and out the other.
I could feel his warm breath against me as he dusted a few butterfly kisses to my dick, not daring to do anything other than that, though, and I felt him sit up between my legs. I'd finally allowed myself to open my eyes just a bit, and the way he was looking at my body was nearly...animalistic. Like he couldn't wait to cause my body as much pain as he could, just to get off.
"Turn over, Gerard," he stated quietly, his eyes never meeting with mine as he spoke. I slowly turned over onto my knees and hands, my backside to him now, and I felt him push down against my back, forcing me down onto my stomach and chest. This was new...
He leaned over atop of me and picked up the bottle of lubricant I kept on my bedside table, and I listened as he opened the bottle. I pulled one of my pillows close to me, wrapping my arms around it firmly and resting my head against it. I swallowed down nervously and took a breath, frowing as it came out shakily from between my lips.
Moments later, I heard a thud and guessed that he'd tossed the bottle onto the floor, and I felt the weight of one side of the bed shift, knowing he'd braced himself on one arm. I began biting down on my lower lip when I felt him aligning his tip with my opening, and I felt his forehead resting down against one of my shoulderblades. He began adding pressure against me and my eyes slipped shut tightly, trying not to tense up, but finding it to be incredibly difficult as he shifted his hips and pushed into me forcefully, not stopping until he was completely buried inside of me.
A long, obviously painful cry escaped my lips and my muscles tensed around him immensely as I turned my head against my pillow and buried my face deeply against it, whimpering loudly. He brought one of his hands up to press it to my shoulder as he lifted his head off of my shoulderblade, not giving me any time to adjust as he immediately began rocking his hips into me.
I gasped sharply into the pillow, eyes clutched closed as tightly as possible, and he squeezed my shoulder firmly in his hand, digging his nails into the skin. His hip movements quickly turned into pounding as he moved inside of me, ignoring my consistent groans of pain. I'd come to believe that's what got him off, anyway.
Deep, low growls worked from within his throat as he continued atop of me, giving deep, hard, quick thrusts. I could feel his hips meet with my ass each time he'd thrust into me, showing me exactly how deep the penetration was. I felt him move his hand off of my shoulder and slam it down against the back of my head, pushing my face harder into the pillow. This made my heart sort of jump in my chest and I cried out a muffled "stop" into the pillow, although I knew he couldn't hear me.
Continuous growls fell from his lips and he curled his fingers into my hair, giving it a hard yank, forcing my head off of the pillow, pulling it back. Tears had lined my closed eyelids, and my eyebrows were narrowed in pain, mouth slack with small whimpers.
He leaned his head down and attached his mouth to the back of my neck, biting down hard, tugging at the skin with his teeth. A sharp pain ran through my neck, and traveled down my side, but he didn't seem to care. That, or notice. He grinded his teeth against my skin, moaning lowly against it before letting it go and shoved my head back down into the pillow, fingers still gripping my hair. He pushed down against my head even harder as his hips thrusted into me, that familiar skin-on-skin sound filling my room.
"...how can you not like this?" He growled in a deep, breathy voice, but I didn't respond. I was never very vocal in bed. Not with him, not with anyone. But my heart also never joined me when I'd lay down for someone, either.
His movements began to slow, but he kept his thrusts deep and hard. I wasn't even turned on, and I felt no pleasure out of it at all. I'd started feeling like some sort of toy, rather than a partner, in this relationship.
His grip tightened on my hair impossibly more, causing me to moan in half annoyance, half pain, and I squeezed my eyes shut again, absently sniffling, willing myself to hold back the tears that'd built in my eyes. I knew it'd all be over soon enough. To help this fact, I began tightening and loosening my muscles around him repeatedly, also starting to grind my ass back against his hips. This earned a loud, appreciative moan from him and he moved his hand off of the bed and placed it against my back, digging his blunt nails into my skin as hard as he could, holding me still beneath him as he only moved his hips, returning to pounding into me.
I panted breathlessly beneath him, pain searching through my entire body. I could feel a headache coming on, and this only made me feel worse than I already was.
A long, raspy moan fell from his lips and he pushed his hand against my back harder, dragging his nails along my skin just a little, leaving a sting lingering on my flesh. I bit down as hard as I could on my lower lip, accidently puncturing the skin with my own teeth, but I didn't pay it much attention. I wanted anything to keep my mind off of what he was doing to me.
My muscles tightened around him one more time, and he finally gave in. With a chorus of moans and growls, he came deep inside of me, not slowing his hips though as he rode out the contractions of his orgasm as he usually did. His come only made my insides burn, due to his limited use of lubricant, and this left me feeling more empty than I did before.
Once his arms began to tremble against me, is when he stopped his hips. He gave himself a few moments to catch his breath before he pulled out of my body and shifted atop of me, moving to lie down on my bed.
I kept motionless, though. I could almost feel the knots he'd made in my hair from making it a mess with his hands, and my entire body ached. I tightened my arms around my pillow and sniffled against it, finding myself curling up to my own body. I could hear him panting beside me but didn't dare look at him.
Just like he didn't dare to touch me.
[ 'bout time I gave Geoff some ass. haha. ]