mamas i got another old fat gerard thought 🌝
imagine one random day, gee’s heavy footsteps creak down the stairs as usual, but this time he holds your chin up while he clips a collar with a leash around your neck, unclipping the chain around your ankle in the same breath. Yanking you up the stairs, you get to see outside the basement for the first time. Its quite trashy to be honest, but not quite as disgusting as you were expecting; your thoughts are interrupted as gerard plops on the couch, tugging you after him as he makes you warm his cock, all while he sniffs at your scent, huffing like a dog.
can we nickname him papa gee? papa sounds so pervy to me idk. or i can just keep writing out 2019 fat dilf kidnapper gee. either works.
thank you for waiting 🪡 mwah mwah mwah 1 pegging for you or wtv.
contents: fem reader, 2019 fat dilf gee, cockwarming, gee’s scent kink, pet play, kidnapping, noncon, dddne
continuation of my other kidnapped by dilf gee post, but this can also be read on its own!
oh you know he was in that pet aisle picking out the cutest collar n leash he could find all with the biggest hard-on in his pants.
when you see them, your poor lil victim brain’s thinking he’s found some new way to choke you. you’re actually kinda far off from that assumption, but he does attach your collar just a notch too tight. his grip on your chin is firm as he turns your head side to side to see how pretty it looks on you. ‘looks like you were made for it, sugar’ he coos as he scratches your chin, his fingernails are practically nubs against your skin. the leash is next, your ankle chain right after. gee can see your eyes dart straight at the stairs like you’re considering making a run for it. ‘ah ah,’ he tugs sharp on the leash, cock stirring in his pants when you look back up at him, eyes beady and fearful. like just a little tug was enough to remind you of your place. ‘you’re not making it very far if you try to run. don’t make me be meaner than I have to be.’ half of the shit that comes out of his mouth makes your skin crawl. the only thing he should be doing is letting you go but he’s so, so obviously sick in the head.
‘up’ he says in that same cadence you’d use to train a dog. you stand with shaky legs. you can’t remember the last time you walked more than a few feet to your bucket. he tugs just enough to get you to follow behind him. he’d stopped bothering with putting panties on you just a week in, but he was just barely kind enough to give you a tank top. something easy access for him because he can’t be that inconvenienced. the stairs are a struggle, you quickly realize. you definitely couldn’t have made a run for it even if you tried. there’s muscles being used and strained that you haven’t used since you were captured. gee looks back often to enjoy your strain. ‘that’s it, good girl… almost there’
you were knocked out upon arrival to the basement, so you never got to see the upstairs til now. it’s messy, piles of books, cds and vhs tapes, storage boxes, strewn everywhere. unfinished laundry that looks beyond wrinkly from sitting in the same spot for so long. come to think of it, he often wears the same stuff when he does come to visit you. and he reeks. just based on the basement, you were kind of expecting a hoarder situation.
on your way to the living room, you pass by the front door. there’s just as many locks on it as the basement door, and a bell- a fucking bell at the top of it. there was a pit of dread sitting in your stomach already. but it had started to numb lately. but walking by your inescapable exit made it feel like day one all over again.
gee’s voice snaps you back into reality ‘I figured you probably missed watching tv, huh sugar? so boring in that basement…’ he muses. ‘thought we could watch a movie or two together, you’ve been so good lately.’ your guard goes down the tiniest notch at the mention of doing something normal. something human that wasn’t sleeping on the floor or shitting in a bucket.
but this is gee we’re talking about, ‘something normal’ doesn’t exist in his world. he stops at his chair. you can tell it’s his from the giant gee shaped indent where he probably spends all of the time he’s not down in the basement traumatizing you. with your leash around his wrist, he’s undoing his jeans, pushing them half way down his big hairy thighs. his half chubbed cock bobs between them. ‘c’mere sugar’ he says through a sigh as he plops down like he’s settling in from a long day. he pats the exposed skin of his lap, you feel like you could throw up.
gee’s little smile drops, he doesn’t like the fact that you hesitated for a second too long and he yanks the leash until you stumble forward, catching yourself with your hands on the jean clad parts of his thighs. it hurts worse, having your neck tugged at from this angle. it pinches the top of your spine and the pain doesn’t go away afterwards. it only throbs dully. he’s pulling at your thighs and you start climbing onto his lap just so he’d stop pawing at you the way he is. he does the rest of the work for you anyway, holding your hip tightly as he uses his free hand to press is tip against your folds. ‘there y’go… just sink down baby… just like that…’ he says, his voice wavering as his fat tip breaches your entrance and slides inside. you grip his shoulders harder than you mean to. you’re dry, and he hasn’t drooled enough pre to make the slide easy for you. once he’s bottomed out, he doesn’t lift you back up, much to your surprise. he wraps your leash around his hand a few times, just enough to make it taut, ‘you stay right there, don’t move, ‘kay baby?’ his hands run up and down your sides, thumbs coming up under your tank to tug it up above your breast.
he doesn’t have to tell you that twice.
it’s grossly intimate. you’re so close, too close to him for your liking. usually when you’re this close, he’s slamming his hips into yours, choking and slapping you, getting off on your tears. but right now, he’s just… admiring you? there’s a small smile on his face, but his intentions are unreadable. you don’t wanna look at him for too long. you’d almost rather your vision be blurred with tears. this is just so… gross.
you flinch when he leans forward, tugging your leash so you meet his lips halfway. you’ve learned to just detach yourself and part your mouth for him, let him lick into your mouth, suck and bite on your lips. somehow, his cock still twitches inside you even when you never reciprocate. he doesn’t kiss you for that long this time, his chapped lips parting from yours and making a trail down your chin, neck, a lingering kiss on your collar, collarbones. his big arms come around your waist and pull your body forward, you wince at him chaffing against the walls of your cunt. next thing you know, his nose is nestled up against your armpit. he takes a deep, deep inhale before sighing wistfully, his hot breath fanning over your arm and leaving goosebumps in its wake. you can feel a warm drop of precum dribble out and slide down from inside of you. you know you stink bad, you can’t remember your last shower, or the last time you let your pits get this hairy, only trapping your body odor within the thick thatches of hair there even further. you’d think you smell like a bouquet of roses with the way he keeps huffing them.
he pulls away just enough to start kissing back up your neck, you think he’s coming back up for your lips until you feel his the broad flat of his tongue run up the shell of your ear, lobe to top, ‘you smell like heaven, sugar,’ his voice is so loud up against your ear like this that it’s vibrating the shell and ringing in your skull. ‘m’ just gonna sit here and smell you for a bit, keep staying still for me,’ he coos, followed by another lick, just the tip of his tongue this time. ‘i’ll fill you up in just a bit, promise, baby.’ that promise has you clenching in fear. you just stare at the front door while he dips back down, licking up lines of old sweat and sniffing your skin.
