#moja writes

yeah that’s all!!

content: gn reader, dilf gee, size diff (gee is bigger than you), manhandling, rough sex, dumbification, gee talks nice but doesn't act very nice, he's kinda dada here, nothing crazy

gee had you in missionary first, nearly a mating press with the way his body forces your legs apart without him even having to touch them. every time he leans down to kiss you, his belly rubs up against yours and he’s just so warm and so everywhere it has you mewling already. to him, you look so fucking sweet like this, your legs dangling helplessly down by his plush love handles, you needily wrapping your arms around his neck to keep him close while he fucks into you. it gives him this sort of cuteness aggression and he has to act on it.

he tugs your arms off from around his neck in the same breath that he pulls out, ‘no… mmh.. gee’ you whine as you reach back out for him, wanting to complain more. a yelp escapes your lips as he grabs that outstretched arm and nearly yanks you up from your position on the bed. ‘c’mon baby, up,’ he instructs, but he’s still moving you the way he wants to, and you’re still shaky so it feels easier to just go with what gee wants. on his own knees, he moves behind you and gives your back a shove. you’re pushed down in the direction of the corner of y’all’s bed. you catch yourself on your hands before lifting your head, looking back at yourself through your reflection.

in front of you, there’s a pretty, full-sized mirror gee got at a yard sale some time last year glinting back at you. you wonder if he’d had this in mind when he bought it- using it so he could see how good you look when he takes you from behind. he’s straddling your knees now, just admiring you how pretty you look from this angle for a moment before the need takes back over.

He’d love to be eaten out, bent over on your bed. Looking back at you red and blushing while you tongue and lick at their hole….ughhhhhhhhh take me out back

contents: gn reader, rimming, edging, honestly pretty sweet if u ask me

stop oh my god that’s KITTYYYUHHHHH.

it was their idea to bend over and arch so pretty, but then they get all surprised when you can’t keep your tongue out of their hole. it’s such a vulnerable position, they don’t know what to do with their hands. they end up subconsciously kneading at the blankets beneath them, gripping them and arching further down when your tongue breaches that spit-slick pink rim.

you haven’t even touched their poor cock yet. you don’t really even need to, it’s drooling perfectly fine on its own. when you pull away to admire your work you can see it visibly twitching in time with his hole’s needy winking. you’ve seen his tip go from a pretty blush pink, to that same reddened blush on his cheeks, begging for attention. if you were to stroke them, they’d probably cum then and there. but you’re having too much fun. you want this to last.

i started on a p!link list before i even got this req omg

sorryyyy it’s almost entirely mlw, hopefully i’ll have some more mlm stuff on my bigger p!link list whenever i get around to it. this first one is mlm tho basement gee p!links

🦴| lil basement gee getting pounded by his older bf

🦴| pathetic loser basement gee topping and getting pussy drunk (this one’s my fav, it kinda sounds like him idk)

🦴| basement gee making sure both your holes get some love

🦴| basement gee making sure both of your holes get some love (oral ver.)

🦴| basement gee prefers when you jerk him off, even if you’re condescending about it.

this is so short waaahh, i'm gonna make a longer list for him in the future, i'm already building one.

okok i’m skipping ahead juuust a bit in my inbox queue because i feel like i’ve done so many dilf gee requests lately and not enough of my baby girl illi!! but rest assured, we will be circling back to dilf gee because i can never truly get enough of him. just wanna make sure all of the gee factions get fed tonight <33

content: afab reader wears panties but no gender explicitly mentioned, illi has a girlcock and she’s obsessed in love with you :’) <333 panty thief illi, pervy illi, basement illi, gross illi, ilii illi illi illi

your best friend illi loves your room, it has pictures of y’all in it, your favorite cds and books, it smells like you, and best of all- it has your hamper chock full of undies. she herself only has a handful of pairs. plain and cotton. she doesn’t understand why somebody would need so many. but she’s glad that you do. it means you never notice when you’re missing a pair. or several.

you’ve been friends for so long, you’re perfectly content to just leave her in your room while you take care of things elsewhere. she’ll dig through your hamper at her leisure while you’re showering or making a snack downstairs. picking the freshest pairs off the top, the ones still damp in the crotch. she can’t resist pressing them against her nose, and taking a deep, shuddering breath. her girlcock twitches beneath her skirt as she imagines you picking out a fresh pair in the morning, sliding them up your pretty legs and snapping them against your hips. in your room, she’ll palm herself while she thinks about how you just exist in them all day, how the back wedges up between your cheeks, how the gusset sits right up against your lips, collecting whatever drips out of you throughout the day.

your bestie knows the sounds of your footsteps coming down the hall, she always keeps an ear out for them. she’ll pocket them in her bag, hoodie, jeans if she’s wearing some just before you open the door, and start yapping. you’re completely oblivious to the fact that the scent of your arousal lingers wet on her nostrils while she nods and listens to you so intently. in reality she’s just thinking about what panties you’re currently wearing and how soon she can get them.

when she gets back to her room, the basement, her lil cave, she pulls them back out, gives them another huff before putting them on herself. she settles her pretty girlcock up through the side of them. she snaps the waistband against her lovehandles before turning to check herself out in her fullbody mirror. there’s a wet patch quickly darkening up near the hip area where her tip rests. it’s twitching again, just at the thought of how your pussy was touching the same gusset her balls are now resting against. she backs up from the mirror until she’s laid back on her bed, propped up on her elbow while the other hand comes down to palm at herself again. her head rolls back as she lets out a sound she’s been holding in since your room. something between a groan and a whine.

her thick hips roll up into her hand as she rubs at her shaft through the soft fabric. ‘fuck… ahhh… fuck- baby…’ she babbles to no one in particular, your name slips out between curses. she’s picturing you while she gets off. poor baby’s so worked up, she can’t ever focus on a singular fantasy. one minute it’s your hand jerking her off, next you’re between her knees, smiling up at her, then you’re riding her, then it’s back to you jerking her off. just the thought of you is overwhelming to her.

when it begins to become too much, she’ll grab her pillow, lay back and hump. full, deep grinds against it, growing more and more desperate with each rut. she’ll paw around her messy bed for another pair of your panties. once she finds them, she brings them up to her nose and huffs. it’s always enough to send her right over the edge, her back arches off the bed and up into her pillow as she chases the stimulation. she cries out your name as she soaks and ruins your panties with a thick load of cum. it leaks down her inner thigh, smears on her pillowcase, making a mess she can’t be bothered to clean right now.

contents: fem reader, evil fat dilf gee, kidnapping, noncon, emetophilia, dacryphilia, dddne it's like you combined basement gee and fat dilf gee... 🪡 anon your brain is so big and beautiful. but also there's so many routes we can take from here. like-- how did they kidnap you? are you getting princess treatment or the bare minimum down in that basement? do you have stockholm syndrome yet?

i'm gonna go based off of my ideal kidnapped by fat dilf gee scenario but let's wake this up i could probably talk about this for hours. - he never comes down at the same time of day, it leaves you in that constant state of dread. you never know when you're going to hear all six of the locks opening one by one. when you're going to try to drown out the sound of their heavy footfalls coming down each step. you don't know if it's better or worse that he never turns on the big light, just the lamp out of your reach. this isn't forever. any day now, they're gonna find me. is what you keep telling yourself. the cuff and chain around your ankle don't allow you to go much further than your mattress or the bucket in the corner. showers are rare, gee loves how you naturally smell. they let you know that much by constantly burying their nose where your musk lingers the most. your armpits, your hardly shampooed hair, your mound is their favorite spot. but they're not much of a munch. you're here for him to use.

you're here for him to have a few warm, wet holes for him to stick his cock in whenever he pleases. they're so mean to your throat, you'd think they'd forgotten you're a living, breathing thing. but when you open your eyes for just a second, through bleary eyes you can see him looking right back at you. your tear streaked cheeks, your eyes red from the pressure of his tip bullying your gag reflex.

good news though!! you're getting better at not throwing up bile around his cock. well- good news for you. cus gee actually likes it when you do. it's only made him more mean when he fucks your throat. sometimes they hold your nose, other times they'll lay you back on the mattress, cage you in with their big hairy thighs and truly use your throat. they cum sooo fast this way.

you'll NEVER believe what I already had queued up.

oh to be pancake report gee’s hair and makeup assistant. you’re the only one who gets to see him without his glasses on while you stamp on some subtle makeup just to make him look a bit less pale and corpse-y. you get to be the one to hold his chin and force his head every which way you want him to. you can get inches away from his face, smell the coffee on his breath and feel it fan over your face in small puffs

he’s not a natural blonde. whenever his roots start to show you run your fingers through it and offer to come over and help him touch them up. you can see the gears turning in his head as he thinks it over. you can also see the awkward bulge growing in his slacks. when your comb runs through the knots in is hair, soft lil squeaks leave his throat, followed by softer apologies. you never tell him to stop apologizing nor do you tell him you’re pulling his hair on purpose. you like seeing him get embarrassed too much to do that.

but this is all totally work appropriate, since you’re his hair and makeup assistant and all!

also you go behind the wardrobe team’s back and order his polos a size too small. it makes his pudgy belly read better on camera.

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.