#mommy!reader

[l13]

♡ König ♡

THIS IS SOOOO BADDD LMFAOOOOO LIKE IT GIVES ME SECOND HAND EMBARASSMENT, BUT MAYBE SOME OF YOU WILL IGNORE MY BAD WRITING AND INSTEAD COME TOGETHER TO WORSHIP SUB KONIG WITH ME.

WARNINGS : NSFW +18 ONLY, female!reader, mommy kink, bondage, sub!könig cause.. i mean we've all heard him let's not pretend otherwise, face/thigh slapping, könig cries, lazy writing, not proofread

English is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any misspells, errors or grammatically incorrect sentences.

okay but you making konig wear this cause he lost a bet and he's so nervous that he's trembling. He looks absolutely delicious, the lingerie sitting skin tight on his monster of a body, the material on the verge of tearing by how much it's being pulled apart by his pecs, “This is so embarassing...Can I take this off, already?” he whines, eyes glossy and ears red and you almost laugh “If you hate this so much... why are you hard, baby?”

“I'm not!-”  “Oh yeah?” you squeeze his hard cock over the black lacy underwear that he's wearing and he sighs, biting back a whimper “Then what's this, huh?”

“That's- I can't help it when you look at me like that liebling..”

You smile softly, “Does that mean you're always hard when you look at me?” your hand starts rubbing him over the fabric and his jaw slacks “On mission briefs, on the field?” he moans quietly at the thought, and you continue taunting him “You're so dirty, König.. Getting hard all the time just by looking at me?” you clicked your tongue disapprovingly “Such a pervert..”

“I'm not!! I-i lied..”

“You lied.”

He refuses to meet your eyes, thighs rubbing together as he shifts on his feet “Yes..”

“You know I don't like it when you-”

“m sorry!!Please, just... touch me,”

You look at him pointedly, raising an eyebrow, lips quirking up despite yourself and he sighs, hands fidgeting,

“Touch me, mommy…”

“That's better, baby.. such a good boy for me. But... you did lie to me just now.” könig gulps at your words, a shiver running down his spine, already imagining how the night would go. He was fucked.

<3

“Please…please I- I can’t.” you smiled innocently down at him, trailing your hand up his thigh “Please what?” könig whimpered, hips bucking up, trying to get as much friction as he can, “Just-fuck just fucking do something!” he cried, earning him a sharp slap to his cheek, and he gasped, skin stinging in the most perfect way,

“Ask me nicely, baby..” you pouted, hand grasping his jaw to make him look at you. His eyes were defiant, brows furrowed and jaw clenched tight but the tears threatening to spill from his pretty eyes  told a different story. “Please,” he gritted. “Make me feel good..” he breathed out, a tear finally falling down his cheek, and you grinned.

Your hand fell down on his thick cock, feeling him twitch under your palm and you failed to suppress a smile. “How pathetic.”

The rope that was holding his hands down suddenly felt tighter, and König threw his head back, crying out at the slight contact.

"And yet…" you rolled your wrist, gathering the precum at the tip of his cock, bringing your hand up to your lips to suck your fingers clean, you hummed appreciatively, staring at him with hooded eyes as he held his breath, "I've never wanted to fuck you more than I do now."

König almost came right then and there, just your voice was enough, just knowing how much you wanted him was enough. "Then do it! Ah-I'll do whatever you want just-just fuck me, yeah? Let me be good for you, let me make you feel good mommy-" he writhed, pretty cock all red and leaking precum from the several times he was edged by you, never once telling you to stop. Oh, he was absolutely loving this.

“König,” his name on your lips sounded awfully close to a warning and he held his breath, “Stop talking.” he moaned at that and you laughed in surprise “God, you’re such a fucking slut.” slapping his thigh you grabbed the soft flesh, leaving crescent moons on his skin as he hissed. You trailed your hands upwards, fingers barely touching him, pushing his hips back down forcefully as he went to raise them again, choosing to ignore his whimper. Moving yourself closer, you situated yourself over his thigh, hands now trailing up his chest, a sinful grin on your lips.

The feel of your drenched cunt on his thigh made him swallow harshly, flexing the taut muscles purposely and he reveled in the sight of you- the slight jump of your hips, the quick bite to your lip to stop you from letting out a surprised whimper, all of it made his eyes roll back, toes curling.

“Please… I- you’re so wet- just let m-mmf..!” you’d grabbed his face, fingers digging on either side of his cheeks and his eyes widened a fraction, the puckering of his lips almost making him look irresistibly cute. “I’m getting real tired of your shitty behavior, König.” he raised his eyebrows at that, eyes widening even more as he shook his head multiple times, and you clicked your tongue, face dangerously close to his as you hissed, “Whining, lying, now speaking when you’re not allowed to? You disobey me one more time and I leave you here to get yourself off. Let’s see who you’ll be begging then.” his eyes looked almost sad as you talked and your stomach dropped. Had you gone too far? You gave his cheek a soft pat, his mouth still parted in surprise and you bent down to leave a soft kiss on his lips. 

You chuckled as he chased your mouth, giving in and letting him give you multiple open mouthed kisses, his muffled moans going straight to your pussy. “Color, baby? That wasn’t too much was it?” you whispered, eyes searching his for any sign of discomfort and he shook his head again, “Green, so fucking green.”

You openly laughed at that. Of course.

So much for a good punishment.

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[naturesapphic]

Can I please request Little Nat dropping into her little head space whilst she, Maria Hill and Wanda are out having a 'girls night out'.

Nat drops hards in the night club and just cries for reader Mummy.

Maria is furious with reader, who is her second in command for not telling her that an Avenger age regresses.

But Natty soon melts her heart by being a cute baby as they head back to SHIELD.

Maybe Natty instantly calls them Auntie Wanda and Auntie Maria.

I thought Natty could demand her paci the moment she see reader. Reader could use 'baby voice' with her, something like that?

Please and thank you 😊

Unsuccessful night out

Little!natasha romanoff x mommy!fem!reader

Warnings: age regression :)

“Yes baby we will be fine. One of us won’t drink so we can get home safely.” Nat explained to you as she had her hands on your waist and yours on top of her hands. “I know I know…but what if you…you know..” you quietly said to her. She frowns “I won’t do that. I can control it.” She defends.

You sigh “you’re right. I’m not overthinking it…you go have fun with Maria and Wanda baby. I love you.” You said softly as you lean up and gently kiss her on her lips. She smiles warmly at you and kisses you back. The kiss was quickly interrupted but whistling. You both pulled back and saw that Wanda was smirking at you and Maria was the one who was whistling.

“Atta girl nat!” Maria hollered and you blushed bright red which made all three of them laugh which made you pout. “Don’t worry y/n…we won’t have her out for too long”. Wanda said winking at you and you giggled. “Good, because she has work to do.” You reminded them and they all nodded in agreement besides Natasha who groaned in annoyance. You quickly said your goodbyes to your girlfriend and her friends and you went back to watching your favorite show.

~ at the club ~

“Anddddddd we are here!” Maria exclaimed excitedly as Wanda and nat followed close behind her. “I’ll go ahead and get us some drinks.” Wanda said as she walked by the two women and went to the bar. Natasha usually doesn’t go out into loud and public places that much anymore. It makes her uncomfortable and alert at all times. Maria can sense it and tries to help Natasha relax. “It’s okay! We will be with you the whole time to make sure nothing happens. Which nothing will happen, we are safe and everyone else is safe to. You can let your guard down Natasha.” Maria explained to her kindly and Nat smiled back in thanks.

Wanda came back with the drinks and they sat at a table, catching up with each other. Soon, Wanda and Maria were getting drunk as the night went on, while nat only had a shot. She can handle her alcohol well but she’s the one who’s supposed to be driving back home so she decided on just taking one shot just to do it.

Moments later, Wanda dragged Maria up on the dance floor and they were dancing away as nat just stared at them, watching over them. Then, out of no where, Natasha starting to feel weird. She knows this feeling and she can’t believe she feels it right now. Natasha is good at controlling her emotions but this one…this one she hasn’t mastered to do yet.

Maria looked over at nat and saw that she was acting different. Curious and worried, she walked over to her and immediately knew what was happening. Natasha is a little and right now, she’s in her space. She can hear nat calling out for you, saying mommy. How could you do this! You should have told her that an agent, let alone a avenger, is a age regressor. She’s gonna give you an ear full when they get back go shield.

Maria went over to nat and nat immediately cried out “I wan mommy! I wan mommy!!” She cried out. “Hey hey shhh shhh it’s okay…we will go see mommy right now.” She softly said close to her ear since the loudness of the music and people, she couldn’t hear Maria. “Stay right here little one. I’m gonna go get Wanda okay?” Maria told her. Natasha nodded and pouted at her. She kept mumbling under her breath about her mommy and wanting her paci. Maria quickly went over to Wanda and dragged her away from the dance floor much to Wanda’s dismay. “Hey! Get your hands off me you prude! I’m tryna to dance here.” Wanda said to Wanda and Maria rolled her eyes and pointed to nat.

Wanda looked over at nat who was sucking on her thumb and looking scared at the crowd of people. Wanda frowned and followed close behind Maria as they approached the little spider. “Hey little one. Ready to go home now to see your mommy?” Maria questioned her and Natasha immediately perked up at the sound of your name and she immediately nodded her head yes. They grabbed Natasha and decided to call a cab since both wanda and her couldn’t drive back home since there was some alcohol in their system and they didn’t want to risk it.

As they were on the way back home, Maria called you and she was pissed. “Hey Maria, is nat oka-.” You started but was interrupted by Maria saying “how come you didn’t tell me nat was an age regressor?!” She quietly shouted at you through the phone and you grimaced. Natasha heard Maria shouting at you and she glared at Maria saying “don chu talks to mys mommy wike dat! I cans beats chu ups!.” Nat growled cutely at Maria and Wanda put her hand over her mouth as she tried not to laugh.“Nat didn’t feel comfortable telling anyone…it wasn’t my job to tell her business.” You explained to her but she wasn’t having it.

“I understand it’s y’all’s business but at least tell fury so he knows. What if she was out in battle and she got Into her space? We have to think ahead like that y/n!” She continued and you sighed through the phone. “I understand but I didn’t want to make nat mad for telling y’all.” You said to her. She sighs “I get that but please next time, if you know anything like that or something else big, let me know at least okay?” She pleaded you and you said okay and y’all said your goodbyes as you hung up the phone. Nat still was glaring at Maria and Wanda was trying to get her attention but she wasn’t having it. “Why chu means ats mys mommy!” Nat exclaimed and Maria nervously chuckled. “She didn’t tell me something important and I’m pissed at her

The three girls arrived at shield and Natasha was bouncing around in the cab, waiting to see you. You stood outside of the building as the cab pulled up and you could see nat waving at you cutely. Maria opened the door and Natasha climbed over Maria and ran out the door, running to you. “Mommy mommy!” She screamed out. You smiled big and opened your arms out for her. She ran into them and you picked her up and spun her around. She giggled loudly then her face got serious for a second which Lowkey kinda scared you. “Paci.” Was all that nat said and you chuckled at her. “Paci! Now!” Natasha demanded and you smiled at her and pulled her favorite paci out from your pocket. Natasha’s face lit up even more when she saw her favorite paci and immediately grabbed it and started sucking on it.

You gave her a kiss on her cheek as she laid her head on your shoulder playing with your necklace. “Well we are gonna head on to our rooms now. Goodnight y/n. Goodnight nat.” Wanda and Maria said as they walked pass you. “Ni ni auntie Wands an auntie Maria!” Nat said sleepily as she waved them goodbye. “Good manners babygirl.” You praised nat and she blushes bright red at the praise. “Come on angel. Let’s go to bed now. You had a big night tonight.” You say as you walk into the building and head to y’all’s room. She nodded and slowly started to fall asleep on you and you smiled. “I love you so much babygirl.” You said softly to her as you lay her down in the bed and cover her up. Soon after that, you joined her and the both of you fall asleep in each others arms.

A/n: I hope the person who requested this likes it! I hope the rest of y’all enjoyed and remember to stay hydrated and to rest. I love y’all and I hope you have a good day!

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[klausysworld]

Would you do a little Elijah or Kol?

I think yes, off the top of my head…

I can just imagine how nervous and shy Elijah would be to allow himself to be so vulnerable around someone!! His mommy would have to coax it out of him and help him feel safe and comfortable with who he is. His hair would be all messed up from his mommy playing with it and he would slowly get out of his suit because it’s too tight on his skin and he needs to feel his mommy hold him better

Oh or if he slipped while they were out and he starts pulling off his tie so she has to help him get over the sensory issues and calm him down so nobody sees him get upset

I think little Elijah would need a lot of patience to adjust but he would be so so lovely. A sweet, polite little boy who just needs some love.

Kol would behave childishly from the start around his mommy. He’d always be spilling things and running over things. He’s easily distracted and sometimes forgets his words. His mommy would only have to tell him that she loved him and he’d go all puppy eyed and sweet.

Little Kol just needs some true loving and the right attention to keep him feeling appreciated and accepted. He would love to lay on his mommy’s chest and would definitely suck on a pacifier provided that nobody else could see.

Snuggles would be his favourite and he most definitely has a secret teddy bear that’s named after his mommy for when she isn’t there.

#the originals #the vampire diaries #Kol mikaelson #Elijah mikaelson #little Elijah #little kol #md/lb mommy #mommy!reader #mdlb relationship #baby boy <3

[thatbxolivia]

AKDKDJ WHOEVER 🩰 ANON IS YOUR IDEA IS 🔥

mommy!reader x little!anakin

summary- you and anakin are both switches and while you’re usually the regressed one, you put yourself into a caregiving role when your partner returns from a particularly difficult mission. he feels broke and needs your help putting the pieces together again.

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the thing about anakin was he didn’t like to talk about his emotions. not because he didn’t have them, he just found it difficult to articulate what bothered him at any given time. usually things didn’t get to him. sure, he’d been sad before. he’d seen awful things and acknowledged them as atrocities, but never felt any type of way over them. especially after losing what little family he had and being desensitized to violence, credit to the clone wars.

today was different.

as he returned home, you noticed the sag in his shoulders and red & puffy eyes. you didn’t realize what was happening at first, but quickly realized.

today was not your day to be cared for and doted on, it would be his.

“anakin? what’s wrong?” you asked, concern evident in your voice. he shrugged.

“it’s fine, little one. i just… need a second.” he said, slumping off to the bathroom and closing the door behind him. you heard the sound of the lock clicking and sighed, beginning to straighten up the apartment. you had a feeling you knew where this was headed, and you would be ready and be there for him. you laid out comfortable clothes for him, not pulling out pajamas as you wanted to ease him into his headspace. you wouldn’t dive right in so why would you expect him to?

he came out of the bathroom looking defeated and made eye contact with you, immediately breaking down in tears and running to you.

“what happened, baby?” you asked, rubbing his back like he would for you. the two of you sat and you gave him a side hug this time, his head in the space between your neck and shoulder.

“it was a mother and a baby. they were innocent. the droids just mowed them down like they were nothing. i see it all the time, i don’t know why this one specifically is getting to me. maybe because i saw it actually happen? i usually just see the aftermath but now i actually saw it and i can’t go back out there-“ he ranted and you cut him off, shushing him gently.

“breathe.” you told him. “i got you. you don’t have to go back, say the word and we’ll leave. i’d do anything for you.” you said. he sobbed, holding onto you tighter. “why don’t we get you dressed, baby, and then we’ll just spend time together?” you asked and he nodded. you let him calm down from his tears before you helped him take his cloak off and hung it up as he discarded the rest of his clothing, getting dressed into comfier wear. you placed his day clothes aside.

“thank you for helping me, i’m sorry if it’s too much for you. i can stop…” he trailed off, looking down.

“baby, who’s always here for you?” you asked and he looked back at you.

“you are, mama.” he said, pulling you in for a hug. you squeezed him tight and rubbed his back again.

“that’s right. i’m always here for you.” you reassured him, standing on your tippy toes to give him a kiss on the forehead. he loved your kisses. “now let’s go spend some time together and enjoy each others company, what do you say?” you asked and he nodded.

you walked him back to the living room as he sat on the floor between your legs and you sat on the couch. you massaged his head as the two of you watched his favorite cartoon. you took a small break from rubbing his head to wrap his blanket around him, one you had hand crocheted for him in multicolor yarn. it was his absolute favorite. you went back to rubbing his head and sighed happily.

you loved being in this headspace when it was needed. you loved being able to reciprocate the love and affection he’s always shown you. you loved being his mama ♥️

#fanfic #archive of our own #star wars agere #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker #star wars anakin #little!anakin #mommy!reader

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

can i request for Dom!Wanda, Dom!R and Subby!Agatha please? 🥺

like Agatha calling them Mommy and Daddy for the first time or something like that

pairing: wanda maximoff x agatha harkness x reader

summary: smut, just pure filthiness

content warnings: use of the words mommy and daddy, magical restraints, a few slaps (the sexy kind)

word count: 2.4k+

masterlist

A/N: Honestly, I don’t know how I feel about subby Agatha, it seems like the complete opposite of her personality. But I wrote it anyway, because I’m always up for a challenge! I will probably not write her as submissive ever again. Anyways, can ya’ll tell that I like restraints 🤭

Photo Cred: Me

Ours

A muffled whimper sounded, and your eyes shot up from where’d they’d been watching Wanda’s fingers slowly undo the buttons of your shirt. Finding green eyes crinkled in a smile, you smirked before looking over towards the bed. Wanda’s fingers stilled against your torso, splaying out just beneath your chest as you took in the sight before you. 

In the dim lighting of a single lamp, you could see the tendrils of red magic that wrapped around Agatha’s wrists and restrained her to the headboard. Trailing your eyes down her nude body, your smile widened at the sight of her hips feebly thrusting into the air. She wouldn’t find any sort of relief from the action, her legs spread with her ankles bound to ends of the bed. 

“Cute.” You remarked, your tone dry as Wanda chuckled beside you. Another whimper sounded, but Wanda’s eyes had already returned to the buttons of your shirt, her fingers moving quicker in anticipation of finally removing your top. 

In a few quick movements, Wanda undid the last button of your shirt, before sliding the material off your shoulders. Her hands ran up and down your arms a few times, before wrapping around your neck and pulling you closer. Her voice was low, and she mumbled against your lips, “Are you ready to make our baby feel good?” 

You nodded, your own hands wrapping around her waist as her lips connected with your own. Her teeth dug into your lower lip, tugging as you let a low moan out. Her tongue swiped apologetically over your lip, before making its way into your mouth and sliding against yours. 

For the next few minutes, you both ignored the increased frequency of whimpers that filled the room. You were focused on the addicting feeling of Wanda’s lips against your own, your hands squeezing her waist and moving down to cup her ass as she let out a few moans of her own. 

Breaking the kiss after a particularly harsh bite to your lower lip, Wanda finally let her darkened eyes wander over towards Agatha. “Aww, does our baby need something? Look at her, rutting against the air like an impatient little mutt.”

Blue eyes widened at the words, her hips stilling at the sight of Wanda’s slight smirk. Chest heaving, Agatha watched you give Wanda’s ass one final squeeze before you were moving towards the bed. 

“Hi baby, do you want me to touch you?” You asked, your voice soft as you looked kindly down at Agatha. She nodded slowly, opening her mouth before hastily glancing over at Wanda. 

A chuckle sounded behind you, and you tried not to shiver as you felt Wanda step closer to the bed. “You can speak now, darling.”

Agatha smiled, her eyes lighting up as she spoke quickly. “Yes, please. Touch me, I can’t take it anymore.” She practically whined the last few words, and you reached out with a single finger. Running it down her cheek, you trailed it between her breasts and over her taut stomach, finally ending near the inside of her hip. 

“There you go,” you said cheekily, proudly watching Agatha’s eyes close in disappointment. “I touched you.”

Warm hands appeared around your waist, a chin coming to rest on your shoulder as you stood near the edge of the bed. Wanda had taken her shirt off, her warm skin molding against your body as her sharp eyes observed the squirming body on the bed. 

Fingers dragged slowly against the soft skin of your stomach, Agatha’s eyes following the movement as her lips parted. You groaned slightly, turning your head towards Wanda’s face as her fingers reached your underwear. 

Soft lips kissed your cheek, trailing downwards until they reached your neck. Latching on, Wanda sucked roughly as both you and Agatha moaned in sync. Your hands reached back to brace themselves against Wanda’s thighs as her fingers moved over your clothed pussy. 

Rubbing gentle circles over your clit, Wanda dipped her fingers slightly lower to run over your damp underwear. You pressed your lips tightly together, taking a deep breath as you rolled your hips against her hand. 

“As good as this feels, our baby is practically fucking the air with need.” You whispered, feeling Wanda nod against your neck. She left one last bruising kiss against your skin, before removing her hands from you and finally making her way onto the bed. 

Pointing, Wanda wordlessly moved you towards the head of the bed. She positioned herself between Agatha’s quivering legs, sending a dark smirk towards those watchful blue eyes as she took in the glistening arousal dripping from Agatha’s pussy. 

You knelt near her head, placing your hand on her head and gently stroking her cheek. Agatha tore her eyes away from Wanda, turning her head until her eyes met the damp spot in your underwear. A quiet gasp escaped her lips, before blue eyes flitted towards your face. 

“Remember to use the color system, alright?” Wanda’s voice rang out, breaking Agatha from her daze. She turned back to the woman kneeling between her legs, nodding slowly as she took in the sight before her. 

Wanda was smiling slightly, her eyes dark as she drank in the sight of Agatha restrained beneath her. Her hands were gently running up and down Agatha’s thighs, nails digging in every so often and causing her to gasp. Green eyes bore into Agatha’s glossy blue ones, her lips parting as she felt her arousal increase tenfold. 

Your hand stopped stroking Agatha’s cheek, and she tore her eyes from Wanda to look at you in confusion. You smiled gently, your eyes crinkling as you looked at her. Then, your fingers made their way to her lips, and her eyes darkened with understanding. 

Slipping two of your fingers into her mouth, Agatha closed her eyes as she sucked. Her tongue wrapped around your fingers as Wanda slowly crept her hands towards the apex of her thighs. Your other hand made its way to Agatha’s heaving chest, and you slowly began rolling her nipple between your fingers as she hummed in satisfaction. 

“You’re doing so good for us baby,” You murmured, looking up and locking eyes with Wanda as she smirked. She wrapped her hands around Agatha’s hips, her thumbs maddeningly close to her overheating core. 

Agatha’s eyes opened at the sensation, her hips attempting to rise before she stilled, Wanda’s eyes hardening as she pressed her further against the mattress. “Do you want something?” 

Your fingers limited her speech, but Agatha attempted to answer regardless. She groaned in frustration when your fingers pressed roughly against her tongue, and Wanda’s face adopted a dark smile. 

“Good girls use their words,” Wanda began, her voice sickly sweet as her thumbs rubbed circles near Agatha’s glistening sex. “Don’t you want to be our good girl?”

You smiled and nodded in encouragement when Agatha looked at you in frustration. “Go on honey, answer her.” You didn’t remove your fingers, instead pushing them deeper into her mouth. Agatha gagged slightly, her eyes wide and pleading as her muscles started quivering from the effort it took to stay still. 

Wanda clucked her tongue in disappointment, “Well, I guess you won’t get a reward then.” 

Agatha let out a whine, and you felt your arousal transform into a roaring wave at the sound. Wanda watched your pupils dilate, her lips quirking up at your obvious pleasure. Her hands stilled as you turned towards her, your eyes wide and you began slowly pumping your fingers in and out of Agatha’s mouth. 

“Let's allow her to speak, please?” You asked, Agatha moaning around your fingers. Your eyes glanced back at her, before locking your gaze on Wanda’s stony face. She silently shook her head, her fingers beginning to trace patterns on Agatha’s inner thighs.

You pinched Agatha’s nipple, and she whimpered. You watched Wanda’s eyes leap towards your fingers, her walls cracking slightly. She looked back up, her eyes so dark there was barely any green left. “Please, daddy?”

“Alright,” Wanda's voice was low and dangerous, but you smiled brightly. “But she’ll only be rewarded if she begs really nicely.” Her eyes flashed, her fingers digging into Agatha’s thighs as you lip your lip in excitement. 

“Did you hear that?” You asked, smiling wider at Agatha’s excited smile. You pulled your fingers out of her mouth, and she opened her mouth to speak. Before she could get any words out, you grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look at you. 

“Be a good girl, we don’t want to upset daddy anymore than we already have.” You said, whispering as if you were sharing an important secret. Agatha’s eyes widened, and you forcibly nodded her head up and down for her. Then, you smiled and placed a quick kiss on her lips before looking back over at Wanda. 

When Agatha hesitated, you threaded your hand in her hair and pulled in an unspoken warning. “Please let me be a good girl, I want to be good for you.” 

Wanda raised a single eyebrow, unimpressed. 

“I’ll be so good, I promise. I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll beg however you want. I’ll let you use me for your own pleasure, I can take it.” Agatha took a deep breath, and Wanda’s lips parted slightly as she continued. “Don’t hold back, please. I need you.” 

Wanda’s chest rose and fell rapidly as she felt her arousal increase. Her fingers had tightened around Agatha’s thighs, her short fingernails leaving small crescent shaped marks on the soft skin. 

Blue eyes darkened as Agatha took in Wanda’s obvious arousal. “I want you to ruin me, daddy.” 

At the name, green eyes shot to yours. You smiled widely, your fingers scratching her scalp in approval. You gently tugged dark curls between your fingers as Wanda swiftly entered Agatha’s pussy with two fingers. 

A moan sounded out, the noise raspy and desperate. Within seconds, the sound of Wanda’s fingers thrusting in and out of Agatha’s soaked core filled the bedroom. Your own breaths were ragged as you watched, your eyes fixed on Wanda’s long fingers as her thumb began applying pressure to Agatha’s swollen clit. 

You bent down, taking in Wanda’s parted lips and soft grunts as you mumbled against Agatha’s lips. “Good girl.”

“Thank you, mommy.” She whispered, brushing your lips with hers as you groaned at the title. You felt your arousal dampen your underwear further as you kissed her, Agatha whining into your mouth when you sucked her bottom lip between your teeth. 

Your fingers were gentle against Agatha’s nipple, rolling it as you broke the kiss. A single strand of saliva appeared between your lips and hers as you pulled away, and you smiled before taking one of her nipples into your hot mouth. Your tongue swirled around it as you twisted the other one between your fingers, Agatha’s moans reverberating through her chest. 

Wanda braced a hand against Agatha’s thigh as she moved her fingers faster, knowing that Agatha’s orgasm would be steadily growing. Twisting her fingers, she rubbed fast circles with deep pressure against her clit, drawing more throaty moans from Agatha’s throat. 

“Please, let me come daddy. You’re making me feel so-” Agatha cut herself off with a moan, her hands flexing against her restraints at the pleasure built up at her core. 

“What was that, baby?” Wanda asked, mirth in her eyes as she watched Agatha struggle to speak. She stopped trying to hold Agatha’s hips down, choosing to tangle her hand in your hair instead as Agatha’s hips frantically thrusted against her hand. 

You moaned, Wanda’s fingers sending a pleasant feeling shooting down your spine as she tugged. The pain mixed with Agatha’s moans sounding in your ear caused your own hips to roll against the bed. 

“Do you want to come?” Wanda’s voice sounded condescending, and Agatha mumbled something in response. The hand in your hair disappeared, and as you disconnected your lips from Agatha’s nipple, you saw Wanda’s hand come down harshly. 

Three short slaps to Agatha’s inner thigh had her whining, and you watched red marks the shape of Wanda’s hand appear in fascination. Wanda’s eyes were locked on Agatha’s face, her eyes narrowing at the lack of response. 

You moved your hands up to Agatha’s face, cupping her cheeks as she looked at you with glassy eyes. “Can you answer for me? Mommy wants you to come, but daddy won’t let you unless you answer her.”

Agatha blinked up at you, processing your words as Wanda harshly entered a third finger into her drenched pussy. She whimpered, her voice tight as she finally spoke. “Please let me come, I’ve been so good. I just wanna be a good girl for you. Please daddy.”

Wanda groaned, her fingers thrusting faster than before. She watched Agatha’s face as it scrunched up in pleasure, shooting a smile your way as she rubbed faster circles against Agatha’s clit. 

“Come.” Wanda commanded. 

With a strangled moan, Agatha’s body tensed, before shuddering almost violently as she came. Her lips pressed together, suppressing her moans as Wanda fucked her through her orgasm. 

You watched in fascination, loving the way Agatha fought against her restraints as she squirmed underneath Wanda’s ministrations. Your fingers made their way back up to her mouth, slowly pumping them against her tongue as her eyes rolled back. 

Wanda reached a hand out, wrapping it around the back of your neck and pulling your face towards hers. Nipping at your bottom lip, she smiled as she kissed you, the sound of Agatha’s whimpers filling the space as you sloppily made out above her. 

Pulling her fingers out of Agatha, Wanda forced them between your lips, her own lips parted as she watched you suck the juices off. Agatha’s eyes had opened, her gaze also locked on Wanda’s fingers as your own stilled in her mouth. 

After twirling your tongue around Wanda’s fingers a couple of times, you pulled them out and looked down at Agatha with a proud smile. “You’ve made mommy very proud, good girl.” You paused, looking over at Wanda. “Our good girl.”

Agatha’s face practically glowed with the praise, her eyes flitting between you and Wanda as she caught her breath. Wanda patted your cheek, whispering an instruction to put on the strap-on that you kept in your bottom drawer, before maneuvering herself over Agatha’s mouth. 

Looking down, Wanda grabbed Agatha’s hair roughly as the woman opened her mouth. Smirking, she felt your hands wrap around her as she finally lowered her own dripping pussy to Agatha’s eager tongue. 

“Let's put that tongue to good use.”

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[ezradgaf]

To have a sub whimpering and begging for permission to cum.. heaven. Literal heaven.

#mommy!reader #sub!character #dom reader #daddy!reader #gn reader #gn!dom!reader

[mamazsposts]

Heyy Babes

I'm going to be a blog for age regression fics, imagines, headcanons ects. I'm new to age regression but I'm learning fast and becoming an age regressor. 

AGE REGRESSING IS NOT A KINK!!!

please send some requests id be more then happy to take some <3

Who i'll write for 

Marvel 

Little!loki x cg!reader/ daddy!loki x little!reader 

Little!bucky barnes x cg!reader/ daddy!bucky x little!reader 

Little!Steve x cg!reader/ daddy!Steve x little!reader 

Little!stucky x cg!reader/ daddy!stucky x little!reader 

Little!Peter Parker x cg!reader 

Daddy!Tony Stark x little!reader 

Stranger things 

Little!Steve x cg!reader/ daddy!Steve x little!reader

Little!eddie x cg!reader/ daddy!eddie x little!reader 

Mommy!robin x little!reader 

Harry potter: 

Little!draco x cg!reader/ daddy!Draco x little!reader 

Obey me shall we date/onemaster to rule them all 

little!Lucifer x cg!mc/ daddy!lucifer x little!mc

little!Mammon x cg!mc/ daddy!mammon x little!mc  

little!Leviathan x cg!mc

little!Satan x cg!mc/ daddy!Satan x little!mc  

little!Asmodeus x cg!mc/ daddy!asmodeus x little!mc 

little!Beelzebub x cg!mc/ daddy!beelzebub x little!mc 

little!Belphegor x cg!reader/ daddy!belphegor x little!mc

#little!billy hargrove #little!bucky #little!loki #little!peter #little!loki x mommy!reader #little!steve #little!reader #little!steve x mommy!reader #little!draco #obey me headcanons #age regressor #age regression #age re safe space #sfw caregiver #care giver #cg!peter parker #cg!bucky #mommy!reader

[marvelfanfics1]

another concept, mentions of the loki series !! what if loki lost his mama, like mama just dissapeard. but it turns out mama was taken by the tva and is under the custody of mobius, because mama is like a dangerous variant.

so when loki gets captured by the tva and gets to the room where he is interrogated by mobius loki sees mama and he just immediately slips. imagine if he slips to a pretty young headspace and just wants to be cuddled with mama all day. he just missed mama so much, he just wants to be with her.

🐈‍⬛

Reunited Again

(GIF not mine)

Pairing: little!Loki x Mommy!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, Loki is crying (poor bean🥺), fluff

                                   ⭒𖥸⭒ 

"So, you're part of the TVA's courageous and dedicated workforce?" asked Loki while walking beside Mobius.

"Yes."

"You were created by the Time-keepers."

"Yep."

"To protect the Sacred Timeline."

"Correct." Mobius replied and Loki laughed, stopping to walk. "Is that funny?"

"The idea that your little club decides the fate of trillions of people across all of existence at the behest of three space lizards, yes, it's funny. It's absurd." Loki rambled down and Mobius tilted his head.

"I thought you didn't like to talk." he teased making Loki scoff at his remark. "But I bet you have a lot to talk with her."

"Her?" Loki asked and one of the TVA minute men opened the door for him and Mobius.

"After you." Mobius waved his hand.

Walking inside Loki saw someone standing with their back to him in the room before a desk.

"I hope for you that you got me the grapes because I'm already in a bad mood, Mobius." the woman said and Loki recognized that voice instantly.

Mama.

"I brought you something even better." Mobius answered and you turned around. Your eyes widened and you let go of the papers you were holding.

"Loki..." you whispered, placing one hand over your mouth and one over your stomach. You approached him slowly and when you stood before him you reached your hand up to his face, caressing his cheek.

"I will leave you two alone." Mobius excused himself and shut the door behind him.

Loki was frozen in place, not believing that the person who spend hours cuddling with him, calmed him down after nightmares, had accepted him for who he was, and he thought had left him, was standing right in front of him now.

"Please, say something." you sniffled, caressing his face now in both hands.

Loki completely forgot about the current situation and hugged you, starting to cry softly with his face buried in your neck.

"My sweet boy." you whispered and kissed his head, pulling out of the hug and wiping away his remained tears. "Mama missed you."

You lead him over to a small orange couch that you literally begged Mobius to get you and sat down, with him holding your hands tightly in his own.

"Why did you leave me?" he asked, his voice trembling.

"Oh baby, I didn't want to leave, the TVA took me."

"W-What?"

"I created a Nexus event as you did and they had to fix it. I wanted to go back to you and stole a tempad but they caught me and wanted to prune me which Mobius saved me from. That's how I ended up as his 'assistant'." you explained and Loki was listening to every word you say, he missed your voice so damn much. "I'm classified as a dangerous variant now and have to wear this all the time." you pointed at your neck and he only noticed now that you wore the same collar as him.

Loki touched his own and started to feel constricted in it. This whole situation is just too overwhelming for his brain to comprehend and him feeling little isn't making it any better.

You caught up on his distress and moved so he could lay on top of you, carding your hand through his hair and rubbing with your other soothingly over his back.

"Shh, I'm with you now and I will never leave your side again." you said and Loki looked up at you with teary eyes.

"Promise Mama."

"I promise, my prince." you kissed his forehead and smiled when he wrapped his arms tighter around your body like his life dependent on it, slowly falling asleep.

You cuddled him for several hours, just enjoying having him in your arms again until Mobius came back with different clothes for Loki.

You sighed in relief when Loki didn't wake up and smiled at Mobius.

"Wow, I think I've never seen you smile since you're here." he whispered and you looked down at your little boy.

He looks so peaceful.

"I never had a reason to." you replied, letting your head fall back on the armrest of the couch, turning back to look at Mobius who leaned against the desk. "Thank you...for bringing him back to me."

"It took me a long time to plan this." he confessed and you chuckled, making Loki stir slightly. "I will help you both to escape from here."

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[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Lady In Red

Dean Winchester x plus size reader

She immediately caught his eye, a bright red dress in a sea of dulled colours. Tonight, she would be his.

Warnings: season 1 Dean (I think that deserves a warning), set between Asylum and Scarecrow, smut, oral (f receiving), hookup, role-play (you’ll see 😏), we all know Dean has a pain kink, sub!Dean, Dean POV, mommy kink, cumming in pants, breathplay?

A/N: I really started this with the intent of having like regular smut but then it turned into this, I’m not sorry

WC: 2.3k

Minors DNI

Dean groaned as he settled into the slightly sticky booth towards the back of the bar, shoving two opened beer bottles onto the wood in front of him. He was dead tired from driving somewhere close to twelve hours as Sam constantly complained about everything. He rolled his eyes as his little brother sat down across from him, a grimace coming over his baby face at the unclean state of the table.

“Loosen up Sammy. Not everywhere is going to be as nice as your fancy little college.” He leaned back against the sickly green faux leather, his broad shoulders slumping as the knot at the bottom of his spine released. “I’m not asking for fancy, I’m just asking for basic hygiene practices. Is that too much to ask?” “Yes.”

Instead of retaliating, Sam just narrowed his eyes and pulled his laptop from his bag, planting it on the table, immediately diving into another round of research, sipping from his beer every once in a while, but otherwise remaining unmoving. Dean’s green eyes scanned the sea of people steadily flowing into the building.

College students on a night out, a group of girls obviously celebrating a bachelorette party, some spattering of men still in construction gear and one or two loners. He had eye contact with the bride, a pretty woman with dark skin that still seemed to glow in the dim lighting of the bar, and gave her a wink, sending the whole table into a round of giggles.

The crooning of Marvin Gaye played through the jukebox, Dean absentmindedly hummed along to a few notes, his deep voice remaining a whisper, fingers pulling on the paper label on the beer bottle. But then, the world stopped.

The bar doors swung open once more and a woman stepped over the threshold, all eyes immediately falling to her. She was regal, generous curves hidden beneath a skin tight blood-red dress that made the hunter’s jeans tighten considerably. Her head was held high, h/c hair tied up in intricate braids that exposed her delicate neck and collarbones, where a thin silver chain lay. She had an air of power and confidence around her that made the crowd part before her, her extremely high black heels clacking on the dirty hardwood.

Dean couldn’t help but be hypnotised by the way she moved, how her plump flesh jiggled with each step, the hem of her dress riding up her chubby thighs, threatening to show what lay beneath. She was enchanting, mesmerising. She was everything.

With measured steps, she took a seat at the bar, leaning her chest over the wood to speak to the bartender, who’s eyes constantly flicked down to her cleavage as she ordered. Dean longed to hear her voice, confident that it would be as beautiful as her. Slamming his palm on the table, he slipped from the booth, throwing the motel keys at his brother.

“Don’t wait up for me.” He didn’t wait for a response before stalking off, like a predator, his prey caught in his sights. He slicked back his short hair and flipped up the collar on his leather jacket, a charming smile adorned his chilled jaw.

He stood next to her in the space that had been conveniently left open, like she was waiting for him to join her. Her long red nails tapped against the glass of whiskey before her, and Dean couldn’t help but wonder how they would feel scratching down his back. “What can I get for ya?” Pulling a few clinked bills from his wallet, he placed them on the counter. “I’ll have whatever the lady’s having and a refill for her.”

The woman turned to him and Dean was struck by the deep e/c of her eyes. Her lips pulled up in a smirk, her matte red lipstick slightly smudged at the corner of her mouth and he was conflicted whether he wanted to wipe it away or mess it up even more as she drained the last of the spirit in her glass. “So, does a name come with this drink, handsome?” He was right, her voice was perfect.

He took her offered hand within his own, planting a kiss to her knuckles. “Dean.” His smile widened as her body trembled before him, a shiver rolling down her spine. “Do I get to have the pleasure of your name, beautiful?” 

“Oh you’re going to have to work a lot harder than that sweetheart.” She winked, taking a sip from her newly poured glass. Dean placed a hand on her thick waist and stepped closer so he was towering over her, gazing down into her eyes, purposely avoiding looking down the front of her dress.

He squeezed her warm side. “I’m willing to put in the time, especially for a woman as enticing as you.” The air was thick with tension as he waited for her consent, watching as she finished her glass. “The question isn’t whether or not you’re motivated, but if you can handle me?” She slipped from the stool and leaned into him, her hands resting on his strong chest, her lips pressed against his ear. “Can you handle me Dean?”

Dean moved his palms to the small of her back, drawing her closer. “I can handle everything you give me, baby.” He growled, pushing his clothed cock into her plush stomach, showing her just how ready he was. She bit down on his earlobe, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit that it made his knees buckle. “Finish your drink.” She ordered, already stepping away to readjust her dress.

Dean skulled the remainder of the whiskey, which did little to add to the fire that was already coursing through his veins at her touch. “So, your place or mine?”

——————

Her lips were better than any drink Dean had ever had. They were so soft and intoxicating and he could already feel them beginning to swell from his desperate kisses as they stumbled from the bar.

Her room was closer than his and no matter how much he liked tormenting his brother, Dean would rather not have Sam watch him rail this goddess. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself as she unlocked the door, he nipped and sucked at her neck, leaving huge blotchy marks in his wake.

“Fuck sweetheart. This ass is deadly.” He groaned, pinning her against the door as soon as it shut behind them, pressing her soft body onto the painted wood, his throbbing cock, still trapped behind the rough denim of his jeans, slotting perfectly between her plump cheeks. “Oh Dean.” She whimpered, hand wrapping around the back of his neck to keep him in place as he continued to nip at the sensitive skin of her neck.

His hips bucked forward as her nails dug painfully into his scalp, a deep groan escaping his lips. “Do you like that baby? Do you like when I make you hurt?” She cooed, pushing back into the taller man, his fingers tightened on her love handles in response. “Then why don’t you get me out of this dress and I’ll make you scream?” “Yes ma’am.” He growled. 

Dean was surprisingly gentle as he pulled down the small zipper on the back of the red fabric, kissing his way down her spine as more skin was revealed to his green eyes. His lips touched every scar, every stretch mark he could see until he was kneeling behind her, fitting his thumbs into the two little dimples at the base of her back. She looked over her shoulder at him, looking down at the hunter as he worshiped her body.

She turned in his grip, bending down to cup his scruffy cheek, the sleeves of her dress slipping off her shoulders, exposing even more of her to him. “Gonna make me feel good Dean?” He nodded blankly, intoxicated by this woman’s power as she stood before him. “Finish undressing me.” 

Frantically pulling down the rest of her clothes, Dean felt like he couldn’t breathe. She had been completely naked underneath, so now she was completely exposed to his gaze. She was, by far, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. With soft curves and a tummy, she was a living statue. The definition of grace and beauty.

She smirked and nudged his face up. “Dean, I won’t ask again. Get to work.” “Fuck yes ma’am.” With one quick movement, Dean hoisted her thick leg over his shoulder, his huge palms coming to rest on her ass, giving the plump cheeks a squeeze before he dove forward, nosing his face into the heaven between her thighs. She was practically dripping, she was so wet.

Dean groaned, his wide tongue lapping up as much of her sweet slick as he could, his nose grinding into her clit. Already her legs were trembling, the vibrations of her moans echoing through her chest, encouraging the man to slip the tip of his tongue inside her. She threw her head back, almost toppling over if Dean’s hands hadn’t been firmly planted on her backside.

His head moved in small circles as he fucked his tongue into her, groaning at the tightness around the muscle, her pussy fluttering violently. “S-such a good boy Dean.” His eyes slammed shut, cock growing impossibly harder. He pulled her even closer, more determined than ever to have this goddess fall apart above him. 

Slick dripped down her leg, a combination of her own wetness and Dean’s saliva. He was ravenous for her cunt, eating her out like he was starving and she was the only thing that could nourish him. His fingers were digging into her ass, most certainly leaving bruises as he pulled her cheeks apart, kneading the soft fat. 

Her nails were almost embedded in his skull. She was gripping so hard but he couldn’t bring himself to care, not when she was clamping down tightly onto his tongue and her clit throbbing at the tip of his nose. Dean tipped his head forward so he could apply more pressure to the small bundle of nerves and was rewarded with an almost pornographic moan and her legs shaking violently.

“Oh did you like that, you like me calling you my good boy Dean?” He responded with a deep moan, refusing to pull away. “Fuck baby, ‘m so close. You want mommy to cum on your tongue, soak your face.” Her breath was coming out in huffs now, her large chest heaving as she struggled to breathe, her necklace bouncing with the force of her inhales. 

“Please mommy.” He whimpered into her cunt, and evidently, the vibrations from his pathetic plea, sent her over the edge. Her body practically collapsed onto the hunter as she trembled and moaned, chanting into the air. “Yes baby! My good boy! So good for mommy!” Her hips rolled, trying desperately to ride out her high.

Dean was slowly suffocating but he kept going, his eyes rolling back into his skull as his air was cut off. The mixture of her praises, the pain of her long acrylic nails and the lack of oxygen sent a violent spark of pleasure up his spine. He lifted from his knees as his pelvis bucked up, his balls drawing up as one last violent tremor ran through him and he came.

“Ooooooooo fuuuuuck. Moooooommmmy.” He groaned into her cunt, the last of his orgasm fading. The woman released him from between her legs, slumping to the ground in front of Dean as he sat back on his heels, a wet spot darkening the front of his jeans, gulping for air. His eyes were hooded, exhaustion quickly setting in but he still smiled at her. She leaned forward to cup his cheek again, pecking his swollen lips, tasting herself on the soft pillows.

She chuckled when Dean whimpered as she pulled away, chasing her affection. “That was really good baby. I don’t think I’ve ever made you cum without touching you before.” He shook his head, fingers tracing up her curves, briefly cupping her breast before grazing the wedding and engagement ring hanging from her necklace. “What about that time in Reno?”

“Don’t talk about Reno unless you want to go another round, you know how hot it makes me.” He smirked. “Give me a few minutes to catch my breath and I’ll take care of you mommy.” Her eyes fluttered and a little moan escaped past her lips. “Don’t play with fire my love. Now, let’s get you cleaned up and you can catch me up on everything I missed.”

——————

Once they were dressed and cleaned (with a quickie in the shower), she dragged him to the large motel bed and tucked him against her under the covers, his hands immediately latching to her hips as he put his head on her chest.

He had pulled his own wedding ring from his wallet, slipping it onto his finger as she did the same for her own, the cold metal of his ring resting on her hip bone. “So hunting with Sam again?” Dean grunted, tightening his hold. “We’re fighting again, I think he’s gonna leave.” She sighed, running her fingers through his hair, soothing the burn from her pulling. “You two just need to talk.” Dean opened his mouth to retort. “A real talk, not the bs your dad always said. And maybe you should start with telling him you’ve been married for over a year.”

Dean chuckled but snuggled closer. “Ok but tomorrow, right now I just wanna stay like this.” She kissed the top of his head. “Anything you want.” She muttered, sleep quickly overcoming the both of them, finally able to be in the arms of the person they loved most.

Sam did not appreciate that Dean left him alone in a bar to go hookup with his wife that Sam never knew he had. Made for a fun story though.

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[firesideme]

Let Me Take Care of You

Word count: 3425

Summary: Hongjoong comes home exhausted after work so you offer to take care of him. Use of babyboy/mommy.

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, mild sub/dom dynamic, swearing (let me know if I missed any)

A/N: Inspired by this Wooyoung and Hongjoong VLive. Holy shit Hongjoong giggling when Wooyoung touches his faces took years off my life. This fic is so filthy and so soft at the same time I was really in my feelings guys.

You’re coming over later, right? 

HJ: Pick a movie for me? I’ll probably be too tired to think…

Okay but don’t complain if I pick something you don’t like. You want snacks?

HJ: Sorry I have to go I think Wooyoung’s ready for me. Love youuuu

You sigh and throw your phone on the couch, wishing Hongjoong could be with you already. You’re worried for him, having agreed to be a guest on Wooyoung’s solo live stream even after a full day in the studio. He would probably fall asleep ten minutes into the movie, but as long as he was in your arms, you would be satisfied. Well, perhaps not fully satisfied. You’re struck with how much you miss him, though you saw each other only the night before. He was tired then, too. All you want to do is take him away from all the stress and the work and selfishly have him to yourself, even for a little while.

To satisfy your withdrawal, you retrieve your phone and tune into the live stream, catching the end of the conversation.

“What’s with the cute clothes today?”

“I wanted to have a flower theme,” Hongjoong says, pulling at his hoodie. It’s a light gray printed with little yellow flowers in the shape of a peace sign. Like he said, he’s chosen a beanie that matches the theme. The back material looks soft and warm, the burst of color from the print of a pansy drawing your eyes to the color of his hair, a faded orange that you love, but he has already planned a hair appointment to fix. 

You notice that he’s wearing a mask at the same moment that Wooyoung comments on it. “Why do you have that on?”

“Ah, I’m not wearing any makeup today.” His eyes turn to half-moons, showing you that he is smiling underneath it. 

“C’mon, you’re not wearing makeup?” Wooyoung rubs the pad of his thumb under Hongjoong’s eye as if to wipe away concealer. “You’re this handsome not wearing makeup?”

You gain a new respect for Wooyoung, having voiced exactly what you would have said if you were there. He rubs gently under both of Hongjoong’s eyes, making him squeeze them shut, holding Wooyoung’s arms as if to hold him back without any real intent to do so. When Hongjoong giggles, you feel your heart explode in your chest and that feeling of gratitude for Wooyoung turns to envy. How dare Wooyoung make Hongjoong laugh like that for thousands of people to see? And how dare Hongjoong for being so cute when you can’t do anything about it? Your chest is so full of love and jealousy that you throw your phone again, unable to take the torture. It’s going to be a long wait.

You spring up at the sound of your bell, your heart already racing. Hongjoong almost falls through the door into your arms and you grunt at the sudden weight. 

He groans into your neck. “So tired.”

“I know, baby. Have you eaten?”

“Mhm.” Hongjoong summons the strength to stand by himself, giving you a peck on the lips in greeting. When you part, he looks you up and down with a lopsided smile. “You look cute today.”

“Me?” You do the same, taking in how soft he looks in that oversized hoodie and how warm he feels pressed against you. You kiss him again, more than a peck this time. “You’re adorable. Do you still want to watch a movie?”

“Yeah. If I fall asleep, wake me up, okay?”

You agree, but you would never. 

With a mindless movie playing in the background and comfort food in bowls on the coffee table, you settle into the couch. Hongjoong cocks his head, wondering why you aren’t in your usual position (his lap), as you beckon him forward with your arms outstretched. “C’mere, baby.”

His brow furrows, lips pouting. “I could cry.”

You chuckle, dragging him to you by the sleeve. With your back against the armrest, Hongjoong lies with his back against your chest, your arms around his middle. It makes a moment of shifting around, but you eventually both find a comfortable position. Since it’s at the perfect height, you place a kiss on the top of his head. “You just get comfy, okay?”

“Love you.”

“Mhm. Love you too.”

You settle into watching the movie, but it becomes clear pretty early on that you’re not in the mood, more interested in appreciating Hongjoong’s soft laugh when something funny happens, how he shifts his position in your lap, how his scent fills your nose like perfume. Every so often, the urge to kiss him wins you over and you press your lips against his neck, making him chuckle or sigh gently each time. You want to do more, but since you know that Hongjoong is probably too tired, you rein in your affection like the understanding and stalwart partner that you are. 

Hongjoong suddenly slides his hands over your arms, coming to lace his fingers between yours. His touch makes you shiver, but you don’t think he notices. Nor does he notice how you sigh as he adjusts his position again, the pleasure caused by the friction on your crotch making you realize that you’re a little more worked up than you thought. 

You tighten your arms around him and lower your head to his shoulder. “Love you, Joongie,” you mumble before placing a kiss against the skin. “I really do.”

He exhales softly. “What’s gotten into you today?”

“You just look really cute.” You pepper kisses up his neck and onto his cheek, making him laugh again. “So cute. I just want you all to myself.”

He takes one of your hands and touches his lips to the back of it. “You already have me.”

“I saw some of your live stream. I was jealous of Wooyoung.”

“Wooyoung?”

“Mm. Making you laugh, telling you you’re handsome- who does he think he is?”

You’ve lost your focus somewhat, the taste of Hongjoong’s skin is too sweet, the soft noises he makes in response too addicting. 

“Is it wrong that I don’t want others to see you like that?” You move to the other side of his neck and drag your lips up to just below his ear. 

“You’re cute when you’re jealous,” Hongjoong says. “Besides, you’re the only one who gets to have me.”

“Everyone else just has to suffer knowing they can’t have you like this.” You put a finger on his chin and pull him to face you. Your tongues slide together easily. Something about the position you’re in with Hongjoong caged beneath your arms as you hold his head in place, makes you throb with want. You pull away from him and sigh at the sight of his reddening lips and his half-lidded eyes. You almost whine as you say his name. “Joongie…”

“Fuck the movie,” he says, moving to stand and presumably take you to your bedroom.

You tighten your arms. “Let me take care of you tonight.”

He turns his head to meet your eyes, one eyebrow raised. 

“Can I?” You slide a hand under his hoodie, dragging your nails against his torso and feeling the shiver in his body. “I want to make you feel good, baby boy.”

He inhales sharply at the pet name. You’ve never used it before, nor have you taken more of a dominant role during sex, but tonight, it just feels right. “Baby boy?”

“Do you want me to call you that?”

Hongjoong is quiet for a moment, but then he sinks against your chest, the back of his head on your shoulder. “Yeah.”

You smile as you kiss him, heart exploding with excitement and affection. You’re so wet already, every sound Hongjoong makes, every movement of his body in response to yours only makes it worse. But your pleasure can wait. Tonight, you want it to be all about him. 

“Tell me what you want me to do, baby boy.”

“Can you…” He stops himself.

“Tell me, baby.”

“Can you… touch my chest?”

You hum in affirmation, trying to ignore how your core throbs at his sheepish confession, and bring both hands under his hoodie. His skin is so hot as you smooth your palms over his torso, feeling the muscle he’s been working hard on lately. His chest too is more defined than you remember, or perhaps you just haven’t paid as close attention to it as this. Hongjoong lets out a shaky breath as your hands cup each peck.

“Like this?”

“Mm…”

You rub your thumbs over his nipples and his body trembles. As you continue, Hongjoong’s breathing becomes slow and measured as if trying to hold himself back. “Not like this?”

He throws his arm over his eyes. “This is so embarrassing…”

“Why are you embarrassed?” you ask, nipping gently at his neck. 

“Ah! Be-because…”

“Baby boy…” Your fingers pinch and drag over his nipples in just the same way you like it. “Tell me.”

“I never give over control like this,” he huffs. “I’m not… like this…”

“If you want to stop…”

Again, Hongjoong takes a moment to answer. “No, I want it.” His voice is almost desperate, the pleading tone intensifying the desire already building within you. “Please, make me feel good.”

“You know I’d do anything for you, baby boy.” You kiss the promise into his skin and his lips until you're both breathless. “Anything. Tell me what you want and I’ll do it.”

He takes your hand and presses it against the hardness of his crotch. “Here. Make me cum.”

You palm him above his clothes just to enjoy the way he squirms and whines with impatience. You’ve touched him like this on your knees before, your back, straddling his waist, but with Hongjoong at your mercy now, slumped against you like you’re the only thing keeping him upright, it adds a whole new element to how it feels. 

You unzip his pants, deciding you’ve teased him enough, and pull his cock out of his underwear. 

“Already wet for me,” you say, swiping your thumb over the tip. “Such a pretty cock. Just as cute as the rest of you.”

“It’s not cute,” Hongjoong complains weakly, his argument lessened by how his hips jerk forward at your touch. 

“Today, everything about you is cute.”

Hongjoong grumbles in response.

“Open your mouth, baby.”

It seems like he’s finally given himself over to you because he accepts your fingers past his lips without hesitation. 

“Good boy.” Your own breathing is heavy and you moan at how his tongue swirls around your fingers. “Such a good boy for me.”

You remove them, a line of saliva connecting you. With a feather-light grip, you wrap your hand around his cock. 

“Are you a good boy, Joongie?”

Hongjoong whimpers, closing his eyes as his head falls back again onto your shoulder. “I’m good. I’m a good boy for you.”

You move your wet hand down his shaft, drawing out a long groan from him. 

“What else are you, baby?”

“Ah! Ahh…” He sucks air through his teeth at your painfully slow pace. “I’m- I’m-”

“You’re so cute. Say it for me.”

He makes a strangled noise as you increase your pace. “I’m cute! I’m so cute.”

“And?” you say, wondering how far he’ll go.

“And… And I have a cute cock. Everything about me is cute- please-” His hands grip your forearm. “Please make me cum. Please. Don’t I deserve it? I’ve been good for you.”

“Of course, baby boy. You deserve everything.” You wrap both hands around his shaft, now slick with precum and saliva and colored pink from the friction and heat. He releases another strangled groan that makes you ache with want. With the hoodie riding up on his chest, you can see how the muscles in his torso tense and relax every time his hips twitch. “Is this how you want it?”

“Your mouth- can I cum in your mouth?”

You slide out from under him and fall to your knees between his legs, wasting no time taking him as far down your throat as you can. 

“Fu-fuck! God… Feels so good. So fucking good.”

You press your own legs together at the sight of him. His skin is flushed from the tips of his ears to his torso, even his chest is still slightly red from your touch while his mouth hangs open, lips puffy and wet. He sinks his hands into your hair but doesn’t pull, letting you set the pace. You can feel how close he is from how he throbs in your mouth. Digging the nails of one hand into his thigh, you take hold of the rest of his length that won’t fit inside, matching your strokes to the movement of your head. 

“Gonna cum, baby. I’m so close.”

You hum around his length and raise your eyes to watch him. 

His expression softens as he meets your gaze. “So pretty. Only you can make me feel this good.” His whole body shudders as he releases into your mouth, curling forward. “Fuck. I love you. I love you-”

His words are snatched from him by a sharp intake of breath as your mouth pops off his length. He watches in obvious awe as you swallow everything he gave you and swipe your thumb across your lips to clean up the mess. 

You shuffle forward, smiling, and put your arms around his middle. “Did I make you feel good, baby boy?”

He nods, too out of breath to use words. You let him pull you onto his lap and sink into his desperate kiss.

“I want to make you cum too,” he says finally. 

You shake your head. “You’re too tired, baby. You can barely keep your eyes open.”

“Didn’t you say tonight is all for me?”

You smile at him, placing your arms around his neck. “I did.”

“Then I want to make you cum.”

A thrill shoots through your body. Even though his words are decisive, his demeanor is desperate and earnest; you are still in control. 

“How do you want to make me cum?”

“Sit on my face.” He holds your waist tightly. “I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste you.”

“God, Joongie, you’re going to kill me.” You push him back onto the couch and straddle his waist, unable to resist rocking your hips against his crotch. “I’m so lucky.”

Hongjoong hisses through his teeth, still sensitive from his own orgasm. “Baby, your clothes, could you take them off? I want to see you.”

You smile and hop off of him, making short work of your outfit. He watches all the while, taking your hand to help you straddle him again when you’re done. 

“So beautiful…” His hands travel up from your hips to your chest, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You sigh as he plays with your nipples, trying to contain just how desperate you are for him to make you cum. “All mine.”

“All yours, baby boy,” you tell him, lowering to your elbows to kiss him softly. “Are you ready?”

“Mhm.”

You straighten your back and shuffle forward. Hongjoong’s eyes leave yours. Normally you wouldn’t feel self-conscious, but the way he stares at your pussy with his mouth half-open, chest heaving, has you blushing. “You’re so wet already. Did you hold yourself back for me?”

You let out an embarrassingly loud moan as his lips suck against your clit, your body arching forward until you have to brace yourself on the armrest. “Hongjoong… God-”

His skills are as sharp as ever, even with this new dynamic you’re trying, and he’s moaning along with you as if he’s feeling good just by doing this to you. The lewd noises made by his wet lips and tongue moving against your clit only turn you on further and it isn’t long before you’re trembling against him.

“Joongie. Joongie… God, I love you. You’re doing so good for me. Such a good boy.” The words pour out of you as the pleasure he’s giving you makes you unable to think before you speak. Hongjoong whines beneath you, the vibration tipping you over the edge. “Baby boy. Oh, Joongie, feels so good. So fucking good for me.”

Waves of pleasure shake your body and you can’t help but grind yourself against his mouth to ride out the last throws. Hongjoong’s tongue works tirelessly, dragging it across your cunt as if to gather up all of your wetness. But eventually, it becomes too much and you have to pull yourself away. Hongjoong groans in annoyance but you quickly silence him with a kiss. It feels filthy and intimate all at once, his mouth and chin sticky with your wetness that you lick away with your own tongue. Even though you’ve just had an orgasm, your head hasn’t cleared at all. You just want more and more of him and you’re not sure it could ever be enough.

“Mommy-” The word makes you both freeze. You look down at him where he’s looking at you with searching eyes. “Can I call you that?”

You wonder how you haven’t died yet. “Joongie…”

He must see the unambiguous yes in your expression because he soon says, “Mommy, I’m hard again. I want to fuck you. Please.”

You can’t form a response. You feel feral. With clumsy hands, you pull his hoodie over his head and his pants and underwear over his legs. Without preamble, you take hold of his cock, wet and hot in your hand, and guide it inside you. 

The sound you make is filthy. You’re still so sensitive from your orgasm that the drag of Hongjoong’s cock inside you is heightened to dizzying levels. 

“Ah!” Hongjoong’s head falls back as he bottoms out. “Does it feel good? You’re so tight, mommy.”

“You’re perfect.” You drag your hips against him slowly so that his cock brushes against something inside you that makes you mewl. “All mine.”

You fall forward, leaning on your elbows on either side of his head. As your chest brushes against his, you both shiver. “Fuck me, mommy, please.”

You raise your hips and sink back down in one quick motion. Hongjoong groans, his mouth falling open even further, eyes rolling back in his head. 

“Feel good, baby?”

You repeat the movement, the sounds of your skin slapping together and the obscene wet sucking noises filling the room. 

“So good. I can’t-”

“You gonna cum again for me so quickly? Such a good boy.”

You squeeze around his length, giving him no mercy as you bounce on top of him. Hongjoong has tears in his eyes, sweat making his skin shine. 

“Come inside me, baby boy. You wanna give it to me?”

“Please. I wanna cum inside.” 

“Cum for me, baby. I love you.”

Tears of pleasure roll over his cheeks as he squeezes his eyes shut. He meets your continuing thrusts as he empties inside you, making you bite your lip in an attempt to keep yourself under control. Normally, it would be him fucking into you until you can do nothing but moan and cry, until your bucking into his touch without realizing. It’s driving you crazy to see him under you like this, so under your control, so trusting. So ruined by you. 

His cock twitches inside you and you can feel his cum starting to leak onto your thighs. One arm is thrown over his eyes while he tries to regain his breath. 

“You okay, baby?”

He peeks at you from under his arm. “So okay.”

“Good. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He makes a half-hearted attempt to keep you close, but he’s weak as a kitten. You head to the bathroom to quickly take care of yourself and return dressed in PJs with a damp towel. Hongjoong hums in contentment as you dab away the mess you’ve made of his body, helping to dress him back in his hoodie and sweatpants. When you finish by combing your fingers through his hair, he’s almost purring.

Hongjoong pulls you against his chest and you relish the warm feeling of him pressed against you.

“Did you like it?” you ask him.

“It was perfect. You’re so good to me.”

“Really?”

“Really.” It’s you humming in contentment now as he plays with your hair. “But don’t think just because I liked it that I’m going to be all submissive and cute all the time.”

“Just sometimes?” 

“Yeah, sometimes sounds perfect.”

#hongjoong #ateez hongjoong #ateez #smut #sub!hongjoong #wooyoung #fanfic #mommy!reader #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong x you

[lokislittlemidgardian]

Panic attack

Content - little!steve, caregiver!reader, panic attack, age regression, soft toys, bottles, cuddles, colouring in, reassurance, dummy use, brief mention of readers anxiety, Disney films, small mention of blood and violence, not proofread, don't like don't read.

Summary - steve had always had anxiety and it gets worse when hes little, luckily his mommy knows exactly what to do.

Authors note - little!steve is very unappreciated and it makes me sad, I really hope you still enjoy my caregiver!reader works even though the majority of my work will always be little!reader. As always dni if nsfw<3, I hope you enjoy<3

Steve's mission had been brutal today.

There was so much violence and too much blood, normally it didn't bother him but last night he had been on the verge of slipping but he had been interrupted by the strategy meeting.

You were really worried about him.

The second he made his way across the threshold you saw the fight against his regression leave him his eyes getting cloudy.

"Hi baby" you said cheerfully getting up from your seat on the sofa tossing your magazine to the side of you.

Not hearing a response you pressed slightly harder "Stevie baby?" You said gently hearing soft pants coming from his mouth and watching him walk away quickly to your bedroom.

You knew the symptoms of a panic attack having anxiety yourself, you hated seeing your little angel go through it aswell.

Gently opening the door you saw him sitting on the edge of the bed his breathing erratic looking down at the soft carpet.

"Feel weird mama" he sobbed rocking himself slightly tears brimming at his water line. "Oh baby I know it's awful I know your okay" you comforted him stroking his hair gently bringing his head to rest on your right shoulder.

"Whats happening mommy" he asked looking at you desperately, quickly realising that he couldn't make out what was happening to him in this headspace you were quick to explain it to him.

"Sweetheart your having a small panic attack okay, it's alright mommy gets them sometimes to your going to be okay baby" you soothed kissing him gently on the temple.

"Promise" he asked holding shaky pinkie finger out to you "I promise little one" you sighed tracing calming circles over his tactical suit.

His tactical suit, of course.

"Angel why doesn't mommy get you out of the suit do you think that might make you feel a bit better?" After steve nodded his head you unzipped the suit and made your way over to his chest of draws.

Pulling out a blue jumper and some grey jogging bottoms you walked back over to him and quickly got him dressed.

Looking carefully at his features you could tell he still felt on edge but the difference in his behaviour was definitely better.

"Do you feel a bit better now angel?" You cooed kindly down to him "yes mama" he giggled holding your thumb in his hands. "Aww sweetheart, your so lovely" you gasped placing a kiss to the tip of his nose making him giggle harder.

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A few hours had passed since Steve's panic attack and you had spent the rest of the night taking care of your little boy.

You had seen 2 disney Movies so far and you were now onto the third one "the little mermaid" it was probably Steve's favourite Disney film as it was the first one he watched when he first got out of the ice.

After singing along with him to under the sea you quietly pulled out out his dummy with his symbol imprinted on the shield and gently eased it into his mouth.

Reaching down to your beside table you pulled out a box of colouring in pencils and two separate colouring in books.

"How about you colour in a page and mommy will do one with you baby?" You asked stroking some of the hair that had fallen in front of his eyes away. "Yes please mama" he said behind his dummy with a smile pulling out a red pencil to colour in sebastian the crab.

Halfway though colouring in with him you looked over and saw how happy he was now compared to earlier feeling a warm feeling start in your chest.

This was the first time you had dealt with something like this before with his regression and you were very proud of how you handled it.

"Mama" you heard his small voice say from behind the dummy "yes baby boy?"

"I love you mommy" he said leaning his head onto your shoulder again.

"I love you too little soldier."

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[slothspaghettiwrites]

How are Justin and mommy doing?🥺

Today feels like the perfect day to answer this 🥺

Missed A Spot

Warnings: College!Justin Capshaw, Mommy kink, MD/lb vibes, established relationships, puppy vibes, age gap, older fem!reader, teasing, hand job, sunblock as lube (don't do this lmao), unedited

It's too hot.

No amount of sweet iced tea or popsicles were cooling Justin down. He collapsed against the kitchen counter, dressed his new swim trunk, when you said 15 more minutes. Sweat clung to his brow and his neck as he waited. Justin said he would be a good boy today, so he did his best to keep the pout off his lips.

The pool was right there, he could see the water glittering in the sunshine. For a moment he thought about spraying on some more SPF and diving in despite telling him he had to wait. It would feel so good on his flushed pink skin. A color pink that practically matched his trunks. He looked at one of the chameleons that dotted the fabric and poked it. He was so excited to wear these for Mommy and now you weren't here to enjoy them.

"Puppy," you called, turning the corner into the kitchen. "Did you put on sunblock?"

Justin shot up. "Not yet, Mommy, was waiting for you."

The smile you gave him was indulgent and sweet. He blushed when he looked down at your new swimsuit. Two pieces. Not the usual one piece suit that he loved, but two pieces so far apart he could nuzzle your whole tummy and still not touch fabric. And it was all tied together. Little beads dangling from each side of your hip, swaying as you walked closer to him.

Justin swallowed, tried to string together a thought to tell you just how pretty and beautiful and perfect you looked, but all that came out of him was a moan. He shoved his hand against the tent his trunks to calm it down. Your eyes followed the movement of course and your smile turned all the more alluring.

"Aw, puppy, c'mon let's get you cooled down before you turn into a puddle."

He already was a puddle. Or at least his brain felt like one. And his muscles. You rubbed him down so thoroughly with sun block he was scared he'd cum in his pants. The way your hand teased his chest and skin just under the waistband of his trunks had him shaking for more. But with a light kiss to his lips, you were out the door headed for the pool.

Once the cool water hit his overheated skin, he calmed down. He was more than happy to splash and dive and lounge on the shark float in the water. Justin let his mind drift and wander. He didn't think about the stress of his GREs or his fall course load.

He just thought about you.

His Mommy.

Even just thinking about how lucky he was made his stomach swoop. You loved him, protected him, made Justin feel safe when everything in his world was collapsing and now it was his turn to be all those things for you. He would do anything for you.

"Puppy, come sit with me for a second so I can put more lotion on you."

Justin flopped into the water and quickly resurfaced nearly the ledge to climb out. Even without his glasses on, he could see you sit up and spread your legs wide enough for him to sit between them. A heady eagerness coursed through him.

He sat down, legs spread out on either side of the chair. His trunks stretched, dug into his soft thighs and pressed tightly to his groin. The bottle cap popped open behind him, making him jump.

"Can't have a sunburnt puppy on me," you hummed against his skin.

Your touch was innocent and effective, sliding the cream across his shoulders and between his shoulder blades. Then as you moved lower, your fingers started working his muscles more. You teased his sides, making him giggle and squirm. The front of his trunks grew tighter as you moved to rub more across his chest. Your chin hooked on his shoulder, warm breath ghosting over his damp skin.

"So pretty and soft for me, baby." Your cream covered fingers circled his nipples. Justin panted, his hands going to your knees on instinct. "And so good for me, Puppy."

A whimper built in the back of his throat, his stomach muscles quivering with each breath he draws in. His gaze drops to is trunks. The silly shorts in the animal print, the bright pink colour that you said looked perfect on him. The outline of his dick pressed into the material, the seam making his balls ache every time his tried to roll his hips for a little bit of friction.

"Mommy," he whined, chin falling forward to watch your hand continue to rub the sun lotion over his chest.

"Yes, Puppy?" You asked.

Your hands disappeared for a moment, a relief and a loss all at once. "I- I think you missed a spot, please. Don't wanna burn. Please, need more lotion."

"Oh, can't have that can we," you chuckle, kissing the side of his neck.

Justin leaned into the touch of your lips on his skin, slumped further against you so you can easily reach more of him. Your fingers teased the waistband of his trunks again, playing the string until he felt like he'd vibrate out of skin. He couldn't stop licking his lips, words bubbling up out of his mouth that he had no control over.

"Please Mommy, been good, please, Mommy please, please."

You pulled the elastic on his shirt down just far enough for his cock and balls to be out. It cut into the skin underneath, but he didn't care. Couldn't think about caring once your cream covered fist was wrapped around his cock.

He whimpered at the sight of it. Your hand smoothly glided across his hot flesh, completely covering him in the mess. With each stroke you kissed and licked at his neck, your teeth grazing him when you'd squeeze harder. More words began to tumble out of his mouth when you cupped his balls, rolling them around your palm until they were covered in lotion too.

"Is that all you needed, Puppy? Did Mommy get the spot she missed?"

"No, no, no," he begged, hands clenching your knees harder. "Please Mommy, was so close."

"Oh, is that right?" You fisted his cock again, squeezing hard enough to make him gasp and stroking faster, with purpose. Justin's spine tingled, his balls drew up, his hold body lit up like a live wire waiting for you to keep going. "I guess you don't wanna rub lotion on Mommy then."

He came. A squeal on his lips as he painted his stomach with spend. Just the thought of him coating your skin was enough to send him over the edge. As you stroked the last little spurt out of him, he fell back further against you. You hold his softening cock and balls in your hand while using your other hand to turn his head to yours. You kissed the pout from his lips.

"Don't be sad, Puppy, Mommy still needs you to rub lotion on her back."

#sloth asks #nonnie #a sloth writes #justin capshaw x fem!reader #college!justin capshaw #justin capshaw x mommy!reader #mommy!reader #puppy love #aged up!justin capshaw #justin capshaw x reader

[elizabethxolsenn]

Late nights and Early mornings.

Bottom!Maria hill x Top!fem!Reader.

SUMMARY:LATE NIGHTS AND AN EARLY MORNING WITH MARIA HILL AS HER MOMMY AFTER YOU COME BACK FROM A LONG MISSION.

WARNINGS: MENTION OF SEX, RIA CALLING R MOMMY, MARIA SLIPS INTO LITTLE SPACE MID FIC, LACTATION, MENTION OF DEATH(SORT?).

2.2K words.

“Steve, he said a bad-language word!!”

You plopped your body down next to Maria’s, who was on her stomach. Maria turned her head to you, laying her head on your bare chest. “Let me catch my breath hon, you did quite a good job suffocating me.” You let out a breathy laugh, Maria looked up at you with worry in her eyes, “was- was I good mommy..?” She asked, her pupils being super dilated along with her little stutter. You leaned down and kissed her forehead, earning a giggled from the agent.

“Always my love.” You lifted her head off of you, she let out a loud, long whine. She sat up immediately and crossed her arms, you playfully rolled your eyes and got up from the shared bed. She watched as you put an overly large sweater on, she frowned. Why did you have to put clothes on, she asked herself while you were in the middle of putting pajama pants on. “I’ll be back little cub.” You said opening the door and walking out, your girlfriend scoffed and laid down, hissing as she tried to lay on her backside. The previous scene was..well..intense. Leaving the Raven haired girl sore, having great fun always comes with a price to pay. Maria stared at the ceiling, waiting on her mommy to come back. You, we’re down stairs, first, in the medbay. You shuffled through cabinets looking for a pain relief ointment and Pain killers. “Ah-ha!” You exclaimed, finding them in the very back, what stupid idiot would have put them there? (It’s you. You’re the stupid idiot.) Next, the closet of the main room. You searched and searched for your girlfriend’s favorite stuffie. “God where is it??” You sighed in frustration. You heard a laugh from behind you.

“Looking for this?” You turned to see Natasha, who held a Cheetah stuffie. “Yes! Jesus thank you.” You said taking it. “Next time, be quieter? And I don’t think Ria would be very happy if she hears you’ve been calling him and It.” You scoffed and walked away, for you next and final stop. The kitchen. You grabbed a cold water bottle from the fridge, setting it on the counter, along with everything else you juggled in your hands. You opened the fridge again, pulling out strawberry’s and grapes, as well as grabbing bananas from the cupboard. Making a small “fruit bowl” for your girlfriend. Chopping the banana into small triangles, and the strawberries into fourths, just how Maria liked them. You learned this in your 5th month of dating, you always saw her eating them like that but you didn’t think much of it. So one day, when you were making her some fruit, you began to cut the bananas into circles. And the strawberries in half. Maria came in and told you she ‘wasn’t gonna eat that shit unless it’s cut right.’ Teaching you how to cut them, you later learned she liked them this way because of how her grandmother would cut them up. She and the elder were close and she always wanted to be like her. Once you finished, you began to start (struggle) carrying everything upstairs to your shared room. Almost dropping everything as you came very close to tripping on one of Tommy and Billy’s toys.

You’d be sure to playfully scold them later, but for now Maria was your only focus. You opened the door only to see Maria pop up, quickly hissing in pain, “mommy!” She said very excitedly. You walked to the night stand and put everything down, opening the mini fridge and putting her fruit in it. She grabbed her stuffie, hugging him tightly and Kissing his head. You smiled at her cute antics. You went to the shared closet, picking out an oversized shirt and some boxers for Maria, laying them on the bed, running to your bathroom and starting her bath water. Making sure the water was warm enough for her, and filling up the tub. “Shit!” You heard from the other side of the door, when you went out, you almost stepped on Maria. Who was on the floor in front of the restroom door. “Knees…gave ‘way” she mumbled, you smiled and picked her up. You set her in the bath as it was still running, Maria rambled on about random things as she waited for the water to be ready so she could wash up. Well, so you could wash her up. Her voice had been very raspy, you weren’t

Surprised, you had just fucked her for three hours straight. “You need water sweetness?” You asked with a very soft tone of voice. She nodded and watched as you left the bathroom. She realized the water got to high for her liking, especially if she planned to play a bit. She put the plug into the drain and reached for her toys. She couldn’t grab them due to the fact her legs don’t work properly. “M back puppy.” You said, waving the water bottle in your hand. Undoing the cap, Maria huffed. You looked at her, stopping your motions. “don’t make me punish you again. Mommy needs to do this for you. You’re only a baby.” You said, lifting the smaller, more vulnerable, girls chin. Letting go and pulling away aggressively. She nodded slowly. When you handed her the water, she only drank a bit, trying to hand it back to you. “It’d make mommy so happy if you drank more.” You mumbled at an audible vocal tone. She smiled and drank more, making the bottle 1/5 empty now. Anything for mommy! Maria thought. Her soul purpose, (she likes to think.) is to serve and make mommy happy. Not to be an agent, or to do files and reports. Just to focus on mommy and everything she does.

You smiled and took the water from her, placing it on the sink. You grabbed a wash rag and her face soap, you brought out two fingers and ran them over her forehead and down to her eyelids, playfully closing them, Maria chuckled lightly, ‘silly mommy.’ She’d think. You carefully spread the soap onto her face, making sure not to poke her. When you were done, you grabbed a Sofia the first cup, pouring Luke warm water on her face. You repeated this process with her body and you spent much more time on her hair, with it being so thick, you have to carefully get every spot and rinse every soap bubble out. Your girlfriend hummed as you scratched at her scalp softly. When it was time to get out, Maria threw no fit and agreed with you, she was so sleepy. You pulled her out and sat her on the sink, telling her to drink as you dried her off. She nodded, too tired to disagree. You dried her off and blow dried her Raven locks. Pulling her off the sink and carrying her to the bed, laying her on her stomach. You opened the mini-fridge, pulling out a small pink bowl. “Want some Princess?” You asked, Ria shook her head no, you put them back and grabbed the ointment, deciding she can take the pills later if she needs them. You went down to her ass, softly kissing it. You put some of the cream on you hand and spread it on the smaller chick. Kissing her thighs and massaging her ass while she groans.

You truly knew there couldn’t be a better sight than what was right in front of you. A beautiful, sweet, sleepy girl who desired to give you the world and more. She’d tear apart the entire multiverse for you. You giggled, remembering when she told you that. As you finished tending to her pains, you grabbed her cheetah and handed it to her. “Thank you mama..” she smiled kissing your hand. When you heard the title, you knew Maria slipped, she never called you mama unless she was tiny. You pushed hair behind her ear. “Hey little one, how old are you?” You asked as you began to lay on your side to look at her. Maria held up a 2, you nodded and picked her up to lay on you.

“This okay baby girl?” You asked, giving her a slight cheek peck. She nodded but pulled at your shirt, “want me to nurse you?” You softly asked. She nodded. Pulling down your shirt and pulling out your breasts, Maria barley gave you time before she pounced and began to suckle on your nipple, carefully grazing her teeth across it. “Remember not to bite little love.” You said, cupping her face. She nodded the best she could, with her cheetah in one hand, and yours in the other, she tiredly drank your milk. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep the best she could. She whined, not being able to get comfortable. She pulled away and looked up at you. “ ‘toons mama?” She asked, knowing she could only have a certain amount of TV when she was in a younger head space.

She wasn’t really going to watch the television though, she really was only needing it for background noise. You nodded and put on the Halloween episode of Tom and Jerry. Your little baby, loved Halloween. It was her favorite thing. “What are you going to be this year bug?” You asked, Maria shrugged, not really knowing, she’d probably be a cat, like she was every year. “Can you tell me that I did good?” She mumbled, even if you fully understood her, she felt the need to more confidently repeat herself, you nodded, whispering small coos into her ears. “You did so well for mommy, I’m so proud of you. You’re the best baby I could ask for.” You heard Maria giggle around you, she pulled away, shaking her head. “Don’ wan’ no more” had been her reasoning. Of course, you didn’t mind. You never had. “Fwuit?” She looked up at you. You shook your head up and down, moving her off of you and put it her next to you, covering her up and making sure the television is in her range.

You leaned to the side, pulling out the pink fruit bowl; filled with strawberries, grapes, and bananas. “Open up honey.” You whispered, Maria opened her mouth as you laid a banana on her tongue. This continues for another 10 minutes with the occasional giggle because “Silly kitty! Just mousey..” as well as the every other second kiss she gave her stuffie. After Maria was full she turned to face you and immediately passed out. This was suck a cute moment, you just had to capture it with your phone. Taking a picture of her, well not just ‘a’ picture, multiple pictures, she’s just so beautiful.“Goodnight my love.” You whispered, pulling an arm around your lover, kissing her forehead as she nuzzled into your chest, softly groaning In her sleep.

Later in the night, Maria woke up, sobbing quietly as possibly to not wake you. She hated. Absolutely hated. Bothering you. Even if she wasn’t, her mind told her she was. You however, had a great sense of hearing and woke up to her soft sobs. “Heyheyhey. What’s wrong lil bit?” You asked, groggily. We’re you tired? Yes. Was Maria more important? Hell yes. You cupped her face with both your hands and wiped her tears.

“Mommy..Gone..mission.” You nodded, Marisa often had nightmares after missions. You brought her to you and coddled her. “Mommy’s here baby. You feel me? Feel my skin lil bit?” You asked her, rubbing imaginary circles across her ass. She hummed, nodding slowly to answer your question. “Mommy…here with Ri..” she mumbled. You nodded, kissing her head and her face and everything. Maria didn’t like to not be kissed. She loved kisses, they made her feel safe, they made her know she was loved. You kissed the top of her ear before singing soft hums of Lover by Taylor swift. Falling back to sleep, trying to get as much rest as possible for the meeting in the morning.

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You groaned as you heard the alarm clock blare. “Jesus” you whispered, turning it off and getting up. You took off your clothes and put on an appropriate outfit. Going with Jeans and a lilac blouse. You did your make up, a simple mascara and eyeliner. Putting on your strawberry chapstick, and walking out of the bathroom. Getting ready was the ready part. Getting baby up, now that was difficult. “Wake up Ria, we’ve gotta go to this bitch ass man’s meeting.” You said, gently shaking her, she opened her eyes and turned. “C’mon hon, don’t do this I really don’t wanna be late”

She got up and obediently did what she was told, putting on a sweater and some shorts. You two started heading downstairs where the rest of the team was. “Coffees for the lovely ladies?” Bruce asked, you shook your head no, before Turing your attention to Wanda and Natasha, one sitting in the others lap. “What’s stark gonna talk about anyways, I wanna sleep.” Natasha groaned. Maria giggled, “that’s funny huh? I heard your loudness last night ‘oh mommy please! Ke-“ Nat stopped when a slap came onto her thigh. Turing to look at Wanda. While Maria mirrored her but with you. You gave her a soft kiss.

“Anyways, Nat, he’s probably gonna talk about how fucking well we did.” Wanda said, high fiving Nat. Maria tugged at your blouse, you ignored her, for the sake of it being un-important. “Mama!! She said a bad-language word!!” You laughed. Almost spitting out whatever you’d been drinking. Tired Maria, was definitely one of the best Maria’s.

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