Heyyyy mamas can I bother you for some brat tamer gee x puppy reader ?? You know how I like it :3 (before you ask yes I am projecting)
Thank you looove yooouuu
Hiiiii maple.
Uh huh I can do that for you, no reason at all no reason. Don’t be suspicious. Mhm. Love ya!! - Kisses !
Specified in dm that Gee is (AFAB)she/her for this!!! #FEMCRNATIONRISEEE
reader is g/n! (good boy is used however!)
Xox
The cage isn’t like. Comfortable. It’s big sure, and you can lie down in it fine. But it’s alright- I mean kind of. You know exactly why you were put in here too- and sure, yeah, okay-fine- you broke a tiny little rule. But this is really not fair. It aches, and it’s been a long damn while. At least 40 minutes. You paw at the wire frame, attempting to turn in circles but find it slightly infuriating and impossible. Fucking stupid cage fucking dumb stupid cage.
And what’s really not fair- is watching Gee stroke along herself through the bars of the cage, her breaths harsh and whiney, looking down at you-she giggles. It’s not fair, watching as her fingers slick in and out of herself- slow n easy, moaning about how "puppy should really, real-ly being doin' this for, for it's mama- but it had to be so, fckin'fuckin bad huh?" and you whine.
there is an unrealistic percentage of survival; you can see her- smell her from your position. it makes your mouth water, your brain fuzz. and your gut twist with real fucking need. its mama, your mama and she won't let you touch her. that's ridiculous. impossible. that's not being taken care of, this is probably very bad and illegal; a form of abuse and mama is being very bad. and illegal. hm.
what is actually fair- is how distracted Gee gets when she touches herself. her head lolls back, eyes squish together, as her wetness moves from the centre of her to eventually cover all over her thighs. what also is fair- is the fact that the hinge lock on the cage, can be flicked open from the inside for emergencies only. you believe, whole heartedly- that this is a Godforsaken emergency. but a quiet one.
if you could just flick the latch- and crawl over to mama, low to the ground, grovelling. maybe you would be able to sneak your mouth over her clit? I mean it is right there. and it would feel so good for her, wouldn't it? she couldn't- would never bat you away from there. it would feel too good for her, and you could prove hey mama, mama im so good for you, don't-don't put me away again! please mama, please I beg you, ill be such-such.such a good boy.
the click of the lock doesn't startle her, she continues rubbing herself slowly- if anything her head moves deeper into the plush couch. pretty mama. you can see as you move closer, her thighs are red with tension. She's been keeping herself open for you- showing you exactly what you are missing. she's been touching and squeezing the whole time, so you would have to assume, from how big her clit has gotten, how wet and whiney she sounds- that mama is very fucking close. who would you be not not to help her. you don't want to be bad. really.
you reach a paw out to grab the meat of her thigh, slowly. your finger tips grazes over hers and her eyes snap up immediately.
Her eyes are hazy, brow furrowed. for a moment it does seem like she is really happy to see you, so you twist your head slightly as she grins. shit. fuck. "bad fucking boy"
your head is stuffed into the meat of the back couch cushion. ass in the air as one hand rears itself repeatedly up and down, spanking the meat of your thigh and backside. You're shaking from the impact, blood boiling over into a headspace that is small, vulnerable, needy. the bell of your collar rings out under your ears. your arms held behind your back, as you wail and moan into the pillow- ma-mama, it's so- ow, fuck please no, ow- im' im sorry I'm-so-sorry please, please.
Gerard's hand does not waver, doesn't stop. it slams you with force into the fluff of the cushion, as she leans down slowly and repeats in your ear: "such a stupid fuckin' mutt baby really. you think I didn't hear you pop-pop your little body out that cage.is mama that-that fucking dumb puppy?? you really don't have any fuckin' manners do you- do you pup? ridiculous; you gonna- you gotta say thank you when mama is putting you in your' fuckin' place. say it- now puppy, oh shut up- quit, quit crying. ive seen those lil' tears before, thi-this aint new pup. say, say sorry n fuckin'- fuckin' mean it, baby say im so-sorry mama."
