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“Throw me a rag will you?” You shout at another employee. The year was 1913, it was a fresh start for you. You were young and ready to live life to the fullest, until responsibility came into play. You had landed yourself a job at the local saloon as a bartender, it wasn't the job that you dreamed of having but it was something to get you started.
The days were hot and arid in New Mexico. Your work uniforms were not so kind when considering outside temperatures. You had to wear a revealing black dress, which unintentionally ended up working as a convection oven, along with wearing a tight leather corset with it.
The weather would explain why the saloon was more on the crowded side as many just wanted to come in for a refreshing drink and go on their way. Working there was never a dull moment for you.
“Thanks!” You shout while catching the rag as you begin to wipe off the bar. As you worked, many of the bar patrons would try to impress you with shallow jokes and pick-up lines which you would roll your eyes at and carry onward with your duties. Plus, all of those men were way past their glory days…if they even had them. Yet you yearned for more outside of your job at the saloon. You wanted to venture out and discover what your life was destined to be. You would even daydream about the wildest things just in hopes to make the day go by faster, but no matter how hard you tried to suppress the woes of your life, it didn't make any progress in the long run.
Although today was peculiar. The atmosphere among the patrons was more somber than usual, with no cheering and obnoxious chatter amongst them. It felt as if everyone was in mourning. You stared at the saloon doors only to see them flip open and display the silhouettes of four men. You sighed slightly knowing that you had to get ready to serve more men. You hoped that they were not of “the usual sort”. Yet what shocked you was that they all sat down quietly at the bar, making pleasant small talk about the bar’s atmosphere.
They were all dressed in typical cowboy attire: bandanas, hats, spurs, and all. Yet their clothes consisted of darker colours which were rather odd considering that you all were located in the middle of a desert trying your best to combat the relentless heatwave of this summer. Yet it wasn't your place to judge and you would be almost lying to yourself if you said it didn't suit their figures well.
“What can I get for you all today?” You ask the group, with slight hesitancy. “Uh, a 3 shots of whiskey to start.” Said a taller man with luscious curls in his hair. “I'll take 4 shots of vodka.” Said another man whose arms were completely adorned with tattoos. “I'll have the same!” Said a slender man with glasses. Yet there was one man left who hadn't ordered, he was a curious figure as he tried to avoid eye contact with you, as you looked in his direction. “Now what about you sir?” You ask in an inquisitive tone. “Me? Oh I'll just take a glass of lemonade, please…thank you.” He blurts out, nervously toying with his black suede hat. His entire posse laughed at him in response to his nervousness. “Going for the hard stuff tonight I see?” You joked, smiling sweetly at the young man.
“I- I don't drink much.” He stuttered, blushing slightly. “And that’s fine! It's not my place to judge.” You reassure him, only to see a small smile appear on his face. “Will that be all for you guys?” You ask, slightly swaying from side to side awaiting a response. They all nod in agreement, and you head off to retrieve glasses from the shelves. When you left you heard nothing but laughter and jests directed at the shy man from earlier. You couldn't help but stomach the feeling of potentially being watched. You turned around to only find out that your guess was right.
You had met the glance of the nervous man from earlier. You have to say it, it was a tad bit alarming, to say the least, but his awkwardness was rather charming and his stare opposed no threat to you. He had the purest features, his hazel eyes were full of vitality and vigor. His pale skin and lengthy black hair glistened against the candlelit atmosphere of the saloon. His features almost perfectly fit a wanted poster that you had seen days ago for a bank robbery in a neighboring town. That same poster also entailed 3 other men, and the reward money was a total that you couldn't properly process. With that kind of money, you were sure to be set for a considerable amount of time.
You wanted to tell him to stop looking at you, but you couldn't stop staring back. His glare had become more confident, clenching his jaw as his eyes traced around the features of your face. This tension was suddenly stopped, by another man coming behind him and grabbing him aggressively by the shoulder.
You were sure that this man was heavily intoxicated, as he tilted and belched frequently. “Ain't you the man on those posters out there? You're worth a lot, you know that?” The rugged man slurs. “I don't know what youre talking about, but I suggest you leave me alone before things get bad for you and me.” The young man states, starting to sit up from his stool to face the man. “Why don't I just take you in now? I'm sure the sheriff will be pleased by this.” The drunkard leans in to completely yank the young man from his seat only to be directly met with the tip of his revolver pointed at his head. “Like I said, I don't know what you're talking about, unless you want me to blow your brains against the ceiling, I suggest you leave before things get ugly. Got it, asshole?” The young man spits out fiercely, his words leaving you awestruck as he was a bumbling mess merely minutes ago.
The drunk steps back scornfully, and spits at the feet of the young man as he walks out of the saloon. You briefly make eye contact with the young man and finish up getting their drinks. “Here you go.” You set down their drinks at the bar hesitantly. “Thank you.” The Four men reply, shamefully. “No problem.” you say under your breath. “So much for keeping a low profile, “Stripe”…Man, I hate having to call you that now.” The tattooed man whispered poorly. “I did what I needed to do and you know it.”
A few minutes had passed and they had all finished up their drinks. “Do you want me to ring you all up?” You asked, still recovering from moments earlier. “Yeah sure.” The dark-haired man responded. “You guys go check on the horses, I'll pay for the tab.” “You sure?” The others ask rather confused. He nods in reassurance. “That will be 2 dollars and six cents, sir.” ” Yes, of course. I’m so sorry about earlier, I didn't mean it to escalate like that.” He says while putting his head down shamefully. “No, you were just defending yourself, he was nothing but trouble.” You sympathise, your voice becoming soft and bashful.
“No it was unacceptable and I-, I never quite introduced myself I’m Ger-.” “Gerard Way, “The Black Stripe” , wanted criminal worth $ 3,200 dead or alive $13,000 for your whole gang.” You cut him off. “Well you sure did your homework Miss.” He teases, blushing slightly. “The news is everywhere, hun. And this little scene that happened here won't go unnoticed in a town this small.” You speak to him in a soft yet stern tone. “Yeah I know.” He says pulling out his wallet to gather the payment for the tab. “I think I know of a place where you all could stay to keep a low profile for a while.” You suggest taking the money that he had gotten out of his wallet. “Now why should I trust you, I don't even know your name?” He smiles at his comment.
“The names’ (Y/N), you think I'd lie to you?” You tease. “Don’t know, I’ve just met you after all.” His nervous demeanor slowly diminishes after hearing your words. “There's an inn l called “Twelve Cacti” a couple of minutes from here on horseback. Its cheap, inconspicuous and no one dares to step foot inside due to past murders there.” You say writing the address on the receipt for the tab. “I'm a wanted criminal who is known for robbing banks and you are helping me out?” He scoffs in disbelief. “You seem pretty harmless to me, do you think pulling out a gun on a drunk is gonna scare me off? And hell, what else do I have to lose?” You flash a kind smile at him handing him the piece of paper. “I'll think about it.” He smirks while taking the receipt from your hands.
“I guess I'll be on my way now (Y/N). Thank you again. He says while walking towards the door of the saloon. “Wait! I have a question.” You meet him halfway to the door. He looks up at you waiting for you to ask your question. “Why does everyone call you “Stripe”? Is it supposed to be a code name or?” You chuckle. He rolls his eyes before speaking. “Well it's uh, I-. You’ll see sometime soon.” He said, almost embarrassed. The sound of his posse beckoning him from the outside of the saloon can be heard in the distance. “Well, see ya!” He says speeding out of the door.
He was more than peculiar, to say the least. From his mannerisms to his speech, everything seemed so rushed and tense. Yet you could tell that he had a liking for you and to be honest, you did too. He was extremely handsome and you could stare at him for ages too. From how his hair perfectly encased his unique and breathtaking features, to his charming yet meek smile. Despite him being a well-known criminal within your town, you were still determined to get to know the curious individual. You began cleaning up the bar only to find out that you had caught yourself daydreaming yet again. “(Y/N), your shifts’ over!” A fellow employee shouts from a distance. You begin to pack your things and head home, after today the thing that you deserve most was some well-earned rest.
* * *
It had been several weeks since you had last seen that group of men. You hate to say it, you had hoped to have seen them at least once more before you were to quit your job. You had finally realized that working there had no benefit for you. The pay was minimal and unfair, you would be better off at running your own lemonade stand. After all, it was your last week working here, and was the only one left to close. It was midnight and you spent your time dusting down cabinets and listening to the faint sounds of a clock.
It was tranquil, and you liked it. You always found comfort in having time to yourself in moments like these. Yet your moment of silence would be promptly broken by an outrageously loud boom in the distance. It sounded like it came from a couple of blocks down. You rushed to a nearby window to see an immense amount of smoke and flames coming from a mile away. You couldn't quite discern where it came from but you weren't taking any chances and locked every door and window in sight. You didn't care if you had to stay here overnight, what only mattered was that if you were safe.
About 20 minutes later you heard the sound of what appeared to be another explosion in the distance. Yet this one seemed much closer. You began to worry, pacing back and forth potentially awaiting another obnoxious sound. Moments later you heard chatter from confused citizens coming from outside of the saloon. Peeping out of the window you saw people running and screaming frantically attempting to pack up necessities on their horses and ride away from the commotion. Opening up the blinds up from one of the windows, you spotted a mysterious figure trotting by on a horse, their appearance completely obfuscated by the night’s dark cloak.
From what you could hear they had stopped behind the saloon, and you could hear the sound of them tying their horse to a nearby pole. You began to worry at this point, rushing behind the bar to grab a loaded revolver. Before you could think, you had heard the sound of the lock being shot off. As a response, you had ducked under the bar peeking from the side to peer at the infiltrator. The sound of light footsteps echoed throughout the room.
“Who the hell leaves all of the candles on after you leave? Fuckin’ Idiots.” A familiar voice says quite unpleased. “Gerard? I-” You say excitedly popping up from the bar. Before you could speak another word you were surprised to hear a loud gunshot missing you narrowly by a couple of inches hitting a wine bottle instead. “(Y/N)? Holy shit, I am so sorry! I had no idea you were still here.” Gerard says frantically. “Do you just shoot people blindly all the time?” You say catching your breath. “No, it's just the adrenaline.” He responds tiredly.
Taking a deep breath you couldn't help but notice the state of his face. He was wearing makeup of some sort. His eyes were covered with a horizontal black stripe with some sort of face paint. His normally pale skin was covered in what appeared to be soot and ash along with an array of small cuts and bruises here and there. A part of the brim of his cowboy hat appeared to be singed off with an orange glow still emanating from it.
“What the fuck have you been doing?” You demanded answers. “Well since you asked so kindly. Me and the others lit a match to both your town hall and sheriff’s office. With dynamite of course!” He says unapologetically. “Why? I mean…what was the purpose?” “Eh, just to throw everyone off. I didn't want to keep everyone waiting on their toes for another bank robbery.” He jokes going behind the bar to pour himself some water. “I can't believe you, Gerard. You know you're gonna have to pay for that.” You responded, sounding defeated. He rolled his eyes at your words while sipping his glass of water. “I think I get the whole “Black Stripe '' thing now. It's…expressive.” You say whilst holding back a laugh.
“Well, now you know.” He smiles at you. “Where are the others? Are they alright?” “Yeah, we usually scatter after an event like this. Then we’ll meet at a rendezvous point somewhere, afterward.” He explains. You nod in response to his words. “But I think we're done for the night when it comes to exploding more things.” He says while setting down his glass to stretch. “Now why should I believe that?” You say unenthused. “Would I lie to you?” He says leaning on the bar and making eye contact with you. “I don't know, we barely know each other.” You say your face, beginning to form into a smirk.
“Let's get you cleaned up, shall we? You look like you just got out of hell and back.” You insist. “It's because I did.” He responds following you to the bathroom. “Feel free to wash up in here, I'll go and clean up that broken bottle. Thanks to you.” You tease, as you watch him close the bathroom door. You thought to yourself, out of all the places to be why did he choose to be here? Let alone the fact that he had to break in. That didn't matter, now you were just glad to be alive after tonight’s ordeal.
After cleaning up the bottle, you looked through the window again to see that the skies were ridden with smoke and the light of a thousand embers. It was a terrifying sight to see and knowing that Gerard was so numb to it slightly frightened you. Your only hope for the night was that none of the smoke could get in while you were both still inside. You turned around from the window only to see Gerard haphazardly sprawled out on a sofa in the larger room in the saloon. He looked as if he had run a mile.
“You washed up, but you kept the stripe on your eyes. Are you kidding me?” You sigh heavily at him. “Hey, what if I wanted to blow up another building?” He joked. “You said you wouldn't Gerard. Going back on your words now?” You say in a slight sultry tone leaning down before the couch. That same blush from weeks past appeared on his face yet again. “I would never lie to you Miss.” You begin to grin at him, taking the suede hat off of his head. “You can stay here for the night if you would like.” You say toying with the brim of his damaged hat. “Appreciate it.” He says, yawning quietly.
“This might be the last time I'll see you, Miss. You know, since they're really going to be looking for me now.” His tone of voice is depressing. “Well, that's what you get for making dumb decisions Way.” You say while setting his hat on a nearby coffee table. “Can I ask you a favor, Miss?” He asks meekly. “It depends on how big.” You say leaning on the couch. “Can I make this last night with you worth it? I think you could benefit from this.” He asks with a trace of disparity in his voice. “In what way, Gerard?” “I think you know what I mean.” He says sitting up on the couch. “I don’t know, you might just need to show me.” You taunt flirtatiously.
Before you could make another remark you could feel him yank you off the ground placing you on the velvet couch. “You sure Miss?” His eyes are lust-ridden and full of yearning. You nod, leaning into his neck to begin kissing him. You hear a soft chuckle from him in response as he sternly pushes you away. “I need that in words, honey. Tell me you want me.” He says aggressively, pinning you down on the couch. “I want you, only if you want me, hun.” As soon as you stopped speaking you could feel his warm breath on your chest leaving hasty kisses on the area.
He began to suck and bite passionately on your collarbone, eliciting a short moan from you. He took that as his cue to begin sucking harder, doing it intentionally to mark up your chest with bruises for all to see. “I'm going to make you mine, darling.” He says moving up to your neck, trailing more kisses as he goes along. You gasp at the change of feeling, squirming slightly below him. He starts to lick and suck intently in the tenderness of your neck, causing a loud groan to come from you. “Suck harder Gerard.” You say almost breathy.
He did as he was told and you were almost sure he had drawn blood from that command, but you didn't complain. He had done that for some minutes and began to sense your impatience. “Mind if I undress you?” He asks. "No." He adjusts you and himself to begin taking off your garments. He does so at a speed which slightly frightens you, undoing your corset almost barbarically. "Do you need some help with taking it off?." You ask, a hint of paranoia in your voice. "Yeah I'm fine, just this damn thing is so annoying to get off. You really have to wear this thing all the time at work?" He asks in disbelief. "Yep, but not for much longer. I'll be quitting soon." You say sighing in relief at him finally removing the corset.
He nods at your words only to quickly start pulling down your dress. He does so in a manner that you can feel his large calloused hands make contact with your hips for a moment. You moan slightly at the touch. "Like that, don't you? Already so fucking desperate for me, hmm?" He says running his hands down your slides, toying with the bands of your bra and underwear as he pleases. You begin to squirm by his touch once more. "You can't really be that needy, right? Well, you're gonna have to cope for a bit longer, Miss." He says, a small smirk forming on his face.
You tilt your head in confusion at his words. "Get off the couch and on your knees in front of me, now." His tone rigid. You nod, taking your position as he adjusts his. "Now unbuckle my belt and get me off." He orders. You do as you are told and undo his belt and slide off his pants leaving him in his boxer briefs. You smiled slightly at the sight, looking up at him to see a reaction, but there was none he was staring blankly at you.
You begin to feel around his length in his boxers, causing a wanton moan to fall from his lips. You continued to feel him through the fabric, occasionally kissing his length through the fabric. You continued to massage him only to be stopped by him grabbing your hand. “You like teasing me don't you? I said to get me off (Y/N).” He demands, his eyes now dark and laced with arrogance. You nod as he lets go of your hand and you begin to pull his boxers down. He was big, to say the least. You just sat there for a minute to take in the sight. I guess he wasn't joking when he said that you would benefit from this.
You grab his length and begin to stroke it slowly, one of your hands trailing up to rub him under his shirt. You begin to stroke him with greater speed causing another loud moan to come from him. You kept at that pace for a while continuing to explore his body with your other hand, stroking his leg from time to time. “Suck me off.” He requests, slightly out of breath. You lean into him and begin to lick from the base of his cock, up to the tip. You swirl your tongue at his tip, slightly sucking and eventually leaving it with a kiss before you put it into your mouth.
You could feel him set his hand around your head, pushing it down farther down his length impatiently. You began to bob your head on his length only to slightly gag at his size. As he began to push your head further down on his cock, you could hear muffled moans come from him as a response. He was practically fucking your mouth at this point. It was so aggressive you could only fear what your throat would feel like by morning. You started to choke, luckily he pulled you off of him. “Good girl.” He says picking you up from the ground and setting you back on the couch.
You smile flattered at his words, watching him take off the remainder of his clothes. He was truly handsome, the candlelit atmosphere had broadcasted all of his defining features in the most pleasant way. He then leaned in to unclasp your bra with haste. As he took it off you could see a light blush appear on his face. “God, you’re gorgeous.” He says going in to kiss your chest. You run your fingers through his hair as he begins to lick and swirl his tongue around one of your nipples, later sucking it intently. “Fuck.” you groaned at the feeling. Accidentally pulling his hair as a response causing a moan to come from him.
He began to feel around your chest as he moved his mouth to the other nipple, moving a hand down to toy with the band of your panties. He began to move down from your chest down to your hips. He yanked off your underwear so aggressively causing them to rip slightly. You wanted to scold him for his actions but you could care less at this point. As you settled in more to the couch you could feel his fingers brush lightly on your slit. You swallowed harshly at the sudden feeling.
He begins to chuckle at your response, as he continues to tease you with his fingers, eventually going up to rub your clit. He took what he was doing rather seriously as he would change the speed and the pattern in which he was going according to what sound you had been making. He was learning your body and it was truly considerate. “Faster Gerard.” You moaned. He smiled and followed through with your request. Yet, this time he decided to use his other hand to insert a finger into your hole. Which had caught you off guard, but you weren't complaining.
He began to move his finger in and out of you before inserting another, causing a desperate moan to come from you. He began to curl and thrust his fingers just to evoke a sound from you. He was successful as you were nothing but a moaning mess when it came to his touch. “Gerard, I'm close.” You said panting. As soon as your words had left your mouth he stopped. You were confused for a short period until he leaned down and grabbed your legs to begin kissing your thighs.
As he traced your thighs with his kisses, those kisses slowly turned into bites. “All mine.” He says as he begins sucking on your thigh, leaving an array of bruises as far as the eye could see. In a matter of a minute, you felt something warm at your entrance. It was his mouth, the feel of his tongue was unparalleled to anything you had ever felt. His licks were passionate and determined. He began to lap and suck on your clit which caused you to moan in pure unkindled ecstasy. He knew what you needed, so he added his two fingers back inside of you, moving them even faster and more precisely than before.
You were on the verge of tears from all of the pleasure that you were experiencing. He began to lick more intently and scissor his fingers to your pleasure. “G- Gerard I'm close again p-.” Your words are cut off by another moan. He began to slow down and laugh at you in response to your words. He was denying you your release. He made smaller licks and slowed the pace of his fingering just to toy with you. “Now what makes me think that you deserve this now?” He teased in between breaths. “Please Gerard, I need to.” You whined.
“What would you do if I didn't let you?” He teased, going painfully slower. “I’d get myself off.” Slight anger laced your words. That did not please him at all. He spanked your thigh harshly as a response. “No one other than me gets to touch you.” His mostly calm demeanor snapped in an instant. “You’re mine, and you know that.” He said while going back down to pleasure you even stronger than before. He knocked the wind out of you, by thrusting his fingers in and out rather aggressively, going back to suck your clit harsher than before.
You could feel yourself verging on your release, as you started to feel yourself come undone by his mercy. It was strong and you could feel it course throughout your body. “Gerard, fuck.” You moaned amid your orgasm. He kept his same pace as he watched you experience the height of your pleasure. The feeling was intoxicating, and you pridefully indulged in it.
As you came down from your orgasm Gerard didn't waste any time flipping you over until your ass was facing him. He gave your ass a spank as he pushed your face deeper into a pillow on the couch. You yelped at the feeling, but as the stinging sensation turned into pleasure, you didn't dare to complain. “I've been wanting to do this since the first moment I saw you, Miss.” He admits positioning his length at your slit, rubbing the tip up and down to taunt you. A small moan comes from you as a response to the contact. He had eventually gotten bored of teasing you and began to push his length inside of you. Your gasp was muffled when you reacted to the stretch.
It was painful at first, but it quickly turned into pure pleasure when he managed to insert himself fully inside of you. He began to pick up the pace which made you go weak. His thrusts were rough and full of strength, yet they were not sloppy. As he went harder you began to moan loudly into the pillow. Soon after groans from him became more prominent. He was loud, to say the least. Yet he wanted to hear you scream for him. His pace quickened and he went harder.
Your body almost couldn't take the force of his thrusts, but you were so distracted by the pleasure of it you couldn't stop reveling in it now. At this point, you were close to another orgasm and as his speed and rhythm began to slightly falter you could assume that he was too. “Gerard, I need to come, please.” You said as loudly as you could through the pillow. “Yeah of course you do, hold it.” He continued to aggressively thrust into you. “Fuck, (Y/N) you feel so damn good.” He chuckled as he spanked you again. “Please Ger-.” You yelp as you begin to cry from his powerful thrusts. “Come for me, Sugar.” He commanded.
This release was far stronger than the last, and that shocked you. Your moans were loud and constant. They were just enough to lead Gerard into his release. His moans were melodic when they graced your ears. “Fuck, (Y/N).” he said while pulling out of you, accidentally shooting some of his cum on your ass. “Shit! Uh, don't move, I'll be right back!” He exclaimed almost embarrassingly. To be honest, you didn't intend on moving immediately after as you were still recovering from moments before. So you just sat there languidly, awaiting his return.
You heard his footsteps get closer only to feel something cold and wet on your thighs. “Just a towel from the bathroom, don't worry. I’m very sorry.” His tone was of a sad sort. You had no idea how his demeanor could change from what he was moments before, all the way back to the shy patron that you once saw weeks prior. “No, it's fine! Accidents happen!” You say catching your breath. “Thank you.” He says cleaning you off delicately. His touch was nice for a change. You had almost forgotten how sweet he truly was.
* * *
After a while you had ended up in each other's arms, quite literally watching a part of the town burn right before your eyes. “You’re really crazy, you know that?” You say placing a soft kiss on his cheek. “I get that a lot.” He smiles, gently rubbing your arm. “God, I can't wait to leave this job. But the thing is…I really don't know what I should do next.” You say sighing defeatedly. “You don't know where to go after?” He asks. “No, not at all. I've even been thinking about moving out of my house soon. I just don't know where.” You begin to relax further in his arms.
“Maybe you could come with me?” He says enthusiastically. “And live a life of crime with you and your gang? I'll pass.” You say with a hearty laugh. “No I mean it! We all take care of each other and once you get the hang of things I think you might enjoy travelling with us (Y/N).” He insists. “Well, say if I do join you…wait how do I know if you aren't pulling my leg?” You ask in disbelief.
“Would I lie to you?” He says. “Guess we’ll have to see.” You watch a bright smile appear on his face as he pulls you in for a passionate kiss.