PLEASEEE write something about alien gee mama… maybe he’s super subby and just wants to be used all day!! and gets upset when you dont want to so he just pounces like an animal in heat.. and tentacles too maybe? ><
an: this isn’t my usual type of writing so im sorry if its not how you imagined, plus i struggled with figuring out this dynamic a little ,but i tried! hope you enjoy it <3
warnings: 18+, smut, sub gerard/dom reader, tentacles, mama kink, uhhh i think thats all!!
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gerard has been curled at your feet for hours, naked and trembling, his pale skin flushed pink with constant need. he keeps nuzzling against your thigh, soft whimpers slipping from his pretty mouth every few minutes.
“mama…” he breathes, voice cracked and needy. “p-please use me. been so good all day… i- i can be your toy. just… please touch me. fuck me. i don’t care how, mama, I just need to be used.”
you stroke his hair lazily and he leans into it like a starving thing, eyes glassy.
“mama, please,” he begs again, rubbing his cheek against your leg. “i’m so empty it hurts. i’ll do anything. i’ll stay on my knees, i’ll warm you with my mouth, you can sit on my face for hours… just use your pathetic boy. please, mama…. need to be fucked stupid by you…”
no matter what you do, ignore him, tease him, give him the smallest touch, he only gets more desperate. his cock is aching, leaking steadily onto the floor, but he doesn’t dare touch himself. he just keeps whispering, voice growing hoarse:
“mama… mama, please. f-fuck you so good…. i’ll cry so pretty when you ruin me. use me all day. please don’t stop wanting me… need to be full.. need you to own me.”
you ignore him still. eventually his patience snaps. with a broken, animalistic whine, gerard pounces.
he launches himself at you like something feral in heat, shoving you back onto the bed with surprising strength. his hands pin your wrists above your head as he grinds his small, dripping cock against your thigh, panting hard against your neck.
“mama—!” he cries, voice wrecked.
that’s when you feel them.
four thick, slick tentacles, thrashing wildly. they’re a deep flushed purple, ridged and glistening with natural lubricant, writhing with clear hunger. two of them immediately shove your legs apart while another curls around your waist, holding you down. the thickest one drags its pulsing head up your inner thigh, teasing your entrance before pushing in with one greedy thrust.
gerard moans like he’s the one being fucked, eyes rolling back as the tentacle sinks deep inside you, stretching you open and curling against your walls, a broken cry escapes your lips at the pleasure.
“f-finally… mama…” he sobs, hips jerking as another tentacle joins the first, both of them fucking into you in messy, desperate strokes. “been waiting all day… needed to breed you… needed to use my tentacles on mama…”
the remaining tentacles wrap around your breasts and thighs, suckers latching on and pulsing while the two buried inside you thrust harder, faster, slick sounds filling the room as he loses himself completely.
he keeps babbling between broken moans, voice high and submissive even while his tentacles rail you without mercy.
“feel so good… i-i’m your good boy, right? … please c-cum- please let me fill you up all day…”
he’s shaking, drooling, completely feral now that he’s finally snapped and taken what he’s been begging for.