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my muscles are sore from dancing for basically 5h straight yesterday help

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james potter stuck in subspace (mommy kink!)

Strawberry Lips || James Potter

Word Count: 2594

A/N: Okay so I’m an idiot, half way through I realized I both had the reader fucking him and a butt plug in and I had to go back and rework it. I procrastinated on his all day so it’s currently 11:!5 and I have to be up at 6 tomorrow and I require 8 hours of sleep to function like a real human being. There’s probably a million little mistakes but I’m too impatient to wait until morning to reread, please tell me if you notice anything super fucked up

Warnings: mommy kink, sub!James, male penetration, my first time writing subspace and all the subspace blurbs I’ve read before have been from the perspective of the submissive so please don’t judge me too harshly on this, slut is used like once, aftercare

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“You can take it, pretty boy,” You murmured, gazing down at him adoringly, flicking your thumb over the weeping head of his overused cock as you pumped your hand up and down his shaft. 

You could tell that he was completely submissive to you, from the glazed look in his eyes to the muffled whimpers and gasps that carelessly slipped from his mouth and the way his hips had stopped trying to squirm away from the combined stimulation of your hand on his member, the heavy glass of your strap on pistoning in and out of him. He was a drooling mess for you as you reached with the hand not on his cock to slap his ass, his body jolting at the unexpected, though not unwelcomed contact.

It was like there was fire flowing through your veins, with the alertness one feels after downing a few shots of espresso but minus the jitters that often accompanied it you were completely tuned in to the man before you. 

Splayed out on his back you observed with a careful eye the way his thighs clenched in his efforts not to cum until he was given your permission. You studied the furrow of his brow and the drops of glistening sweat rolling down his face, examining every aspect of his appearance to make sure that he was okay. 

When James slipped into subspace he slipped hard and more often than not couldn’t even remember his own name, never mind the safe word the two of you had previously established. No, it was up to you to make sure that he was alright, and the very prospect that this man, this beautiful, beautiful man, trusted you enough to allow you to take care of him in such a way was thrilling.

“Taking Mommy’s cock so well baby, is it nice and deep inside of you, making you feel nice and full?” You smiled as you let go of his cock, watching it as it bounced along with the rest of his body, in time with your rough, fast paced strokes. 

“Uh huh,” He gasped, squeezing his eyes shut as he offered the pathetic nod of his head, “Feels so good Mommy, want more, want your cock.”

“You’ve already got it, baby, it’s all yours. Or do you want more?” You questioned, slapping his erect, sensitive prick without ever ceasing your thrusts in and out of him, keeping your speed consistent while watching his body jump at the sudden contact. 

“Mommy,” He whimpered, his cock throbbing as you traced just the tips of your fingers up and down his shaft.

“Come on baby,” You cooed, trailing your fingertips down his shaft to his balls, taking them in the palm of your hands before griping them tightly, smirking as his face scrunched in pleasure, “How do we ask for more of Mommy’s cock?”

“Please!” He begged unabashedly, “Please Mommy, please!”

“Aw baby,” You lilted, dragging your open palm down the expanse of his muscled chest, moving up and down before finding your way to his nipple which you pinched harshly.

“Owie, Mommy,” James whined trying to squirm away from your touch.

“Gonna cum one more time for Mommy baby,” You decided after dragging your eyes over James’ quivering form to assess him, “One more, can you cum one more time for me, pretty boy?”

You spat onto your hand, returning it to his throbbing length, your ministrations on his member were faster than last time, wanting to get him right to the precipice of cumming and making him beg for it. 

Sure he’d already cum four times but Jamesie was your good boy, he could take another. With the resumed stimulation of your hand, all James could manage from his lips, bitten a bright rosy red, was a desperate whine accompanied by what was supposed to be a nod was more of a jerk of his head, too fuzzy from the pleasure coursing from his veins to properly control his body. 

“Good boy,” You praised, “Just one more,” You leaned back to watch your strap on slide in and out of his tight hole, thanks to a spell you and he had spent months perfecting it was like the cock strapped to you was an actual appendage of your body and you could feel every time James clenched around the glass. It was heavenly, being buried so deep in him and you couldn’t get enough of it. 

Balancing yourself by gripping onto his hips you sped up your movements, lifting his bum slightly to push deeper inside of him with every stroke.

Only a fool wouldn’t be able to tell the signs that your ministrations were bringing James dangerously close to climax as he incoherently blabbered on and on, “S’too much Mommy, need more, need more of your cock.”

“Aw has Mommy fucked you dumb baby? Don’t even know what you want, you want Mommy to stop?” You mocked, smirking wickedly when his eyes flew open.

“No no no no no, please don’t be stop Mommy, don’t want you to stop, please don’t stop, need your cock,” He pleaded shaking his head in efforts to convince you.

“You’re pathetic Jamie, such a slut for my cock,” He released a high pitched whine at your teasing which just spurred you on even more.

Living up to the title of slut you’d bestowed upon him he squeezed around your strap on at the degrading name, as much as he loved praise, degradation turned him on more than he’d like to admit, “Please let me cum Mommy, pretty please, I’ve been a good boy, I wanna be your good boy, please let me cum.”

Satisfied with his begging you gave a curt nod of your head, too so focused on the pleasure that zipped up your spine warming your body as you continued both thrusting in and out and sliding your hand along James’ shaft.

“Make a mess on Mommy’s hand baby boy, be a good boy for me and cum,” Your verbal permission was all he needed, cumming almost instantaneously, covering your hand in his warm, milky white release. The feeling of his cum on your skin sent shivers up your spine and the sight of him erupting on your hand drove you over the edge too, stabilizing yourself on his thighs you felt pleasure overwhelm you.

“Fuck Jamie,” You swore under your breath as you let your head fall forward, it becoming too heavy for you to support as you felt yourself clench around nothing. You were brought back to reality from the bliss of your orgasm by the pathetic little whines that left James as his cock twitched against his stomach, he was still cumming.

“Poor baby, made you cum five times and you’ve still got cum in you” You crooned, slipping your strap on from his hole you heard him whimper, comforting him by placing a steady hand on his thigh, dragging your thumb over his skin in small circles. You knelt before him, lifting up his balls to place a gentle kiss on the sensitive skin. 

James’ ragged breathing sounded through the room as he recovered from his orgasm and slowly regained the ability to speak, “W-was I your good boy Mommy?” He managed to stutter out, his eyes flickering open as he spoke. He sounded far off and dreamy like he was high off his orgasms.

“You’re always my good boy baby, you did so well for me like you do every time,” You extolled, sliding one hand up the crimson, silk sheets to find his hand which still had the bedding scrunched up in his fist. Once you’d slowly eased his hand slack you intertwined your fingers with his, keeping that contact as you stood up to peer down at him.

You studied him with a critical eye, examining every inch of him, taking note of the cum beginning to dry on his stomach and cock, the teeth marks from where he’d bitten his plump lips which looked bloody from where you stood, and the sweat covering his entire body from hours of going at it.

“Really?” He asked you, his tone genuine as he looked up at you with wide eyes.

You smiled at him before leaning down over his ruined form, melding your lips with his in a quick kiss, allowing your tongue to trace his bloody lips, “Always baby.”

He winced as you shifted above him and looking down you realized your strap-on was brushing against his ruined cock.

“M’sorry baby, let me take this off yeah?” You started to push yourself off of him but he soon latched onto your wrist, pulling you down on top of him.

“No Mommy, don’t go, want you please,” He murmured against the soft skin of your shoulder.

You allowed your head to fall against your shoulder but you were careful to keep your hips up as to not hurt Jamie but you’d gone just as long as James had and the position was soon becoming too strenuous for your overworked body.

“Gimme a second baby, m’not going anywhere just have to get comfortable too,” You explained, and though he didn’t respond James seemed to understand as he allowed you to stand up and remove the harness from your body, abandoning it on the dresser, making a note to clean it up in the morning. 

Glimpsing at James you noticed that his eyes were closed and you took the opportunity to sneak away to the bathroom where you wet a washcloth to clean up James. But as you ran the soft fabric under the warm water coming from the faucet you failed to notice him slip into the bathroom behind you.

In fact, you weren’t even aware of the dark haired man’s presence until his strong arms scooped you off of the floor, his grip on you was surprisingly sturdy given his foggy headspace and that every time he moved he winced as his cock rubbed against his muscled thigh.

“You said you weren’t gonna leave me, Mommy,” He whined into your ear as he carried you back to the bed, you shifted in his hold so that you could run the damp washcloth along his toned shoulders, he visibly unwound under your touch. 

“I know baby,” You murmured not wanting to speak too loudly, “But I need to clean you up and I thought you wouldn’t notice.”

His response was unintelligible as he dropped you down on the bed with a little less care he would if he wasn’t so out of it.

“Thought I fucked you dumb baby,” You teased, pulling him to sit down next to you before gently pushing on his shoulders so that he was propped up against the fluffy pillows arranged on the bed.

“That’s not nice Mommy, m’not dumb,” He grumbled, making grabby hands for you to move closer to him to which you obliged, settling in between his legs with yours thrown over his hips, keeping enough distance between the two of you so that you didn’t agitate his used member. 

“Aw baby Mommy didn’t mean to upset you,” You grinned at his vulnerable state, pressing a delicate kiss to his nose to distract him as you gently brushed the damp cloth against his member.

Despite your most valiant efforts he still jumped, mewling at the stimulation while trying to squirm away from your touch.

“I know it hurts baby,” You ran a hand up and down his flexed thigh, “Gotta clean you up though.”

“Want your lips, Mommy,” He sniffled, puckering his lips and closing his eyes.

You leaned forward to meet his soft cushions to distract him as you finished cleaning up his prick. You kept the kiss soft as to not push him even further under or to agitate the wounds on the red pillows.

Pulling away you plucked a tube of lip balm from the bedside table, leaning over James’ face to reach it. Seeing an opportunity and taking it James latched his lips onto your nipple, sucking lazily but just hard enough to not let you pull away. When you tried despite his hold on you he threw a strong arm around your waist pulling you flush against him, not reacting when your knee bumped his dick.

“You gotta let go of Mommy’s titty baby, she’s gotta help you, darling.”

His response was muffled by your tit stuffed into his mouth so you pulled back so that you could hear him, “Say that again baby?”

“Want your titty Mommy, wanna make you feel good,” He begged, replacing his mouth with his hand, palming the flesh of your breast.

“You have James, you’ve made me feel so good. But s’not my name anymore baby, not Mommy anymore, it’s (Y/N), yeah?”

Your words seemed to go in one ear and out the other as he just continued groping at your tit, watching it like it held all the answers in the universe. Easing his fingers from your body you sat back in your original position tapping James’ lips to signal to him to pucker them again for you. 

“Good boy,” You praised as you ran the lip balm over his lips, smearing the strawberry flavored balm over the cracks. 

As you pulled back to recap the tube of lip balm James stuck his tongue out, sliding it over the balm before tucking it back into his mouth, humming approvingly, “I taste like strawberries,” He smiled goofily.

“Yes you do baby but you’re supposed to keep it on your lips so that it’ll help you, pretty boy,” You shook your head as you reapplied the balm to his lips.

“You gotta taste (Y/N/N),” He said eagerly, the fog starting to clear, puckering his lips once again, “Tastes so good!”

“Okay Jamesie,” You giggled, meeting his lips with yours, tasting the strawberry lip balm he seemed so fond of in his fragile state.

“What do you think (Y/N/N)?” He asked you as you used your finger this time to reapply the shimmery balm. 

“You’re right baby, tastes very good,” You agreed to appease the boy in front of you.

You began to lift yourself from the mattress but you were tugged back down and into his chest. “No leaving, not again,” His discontent was evident in his voice as he nestled into your hair, inhaling to take in your scent.

“Gotta get us clothes,” You tried to explain, drawing shapes on his pec with your finger.

“Don’t need clothes,” He mumbled, “Wanna feel your skin anyway.”

You pulled your head away to look at his face, though he was talking his eyes were closed, he was beautiful with his hair a messy dark halo around his face and his pretty glossy lips, his lips parted as his breathing began to slow.

“You’ve come back to me baby?” You needed to make sure before you let him fall asleep.

“Uh huh,” You felt his chin bump against your head as he nodded his head, “M’back (Y/N).”

“Okay love,” Unable to stop yourself as you gazed up at his plump lips you ran the pad of your thumb along his bottom one before popping it into your mouth to suck on it, “Strawberries,” You murmured.

“Strawberries,” He agreed, wrapping his arms around you to pull your body as close to his as possible.

“You’re right love, tastes really good,” You snuggled closer to him, gripping one of his well defined biceps as you too felt sleep begin to overwhelm you.

“Told you.”

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Donald Pierce x Reader - “My Small Protector”

Learning how to bake the best cookies from your husband seemed to be a good idea until the teasing between the two of you escalates into a flour fight and your son gets in the way of Donald’s victory thinking he was protecting you from danger.

Requested by anon: “Can I request a Donnie imagine where him and the reader are having a play fight (just kinda messing around etc) and then it’s end up with her on the floor and him leaning over her before somebody (your kid, one of his men, I don’t really mind just somebody close to them) and throws him back, punching his jaw before reader manages to pull them back and explain what’s going on (sorry it’s so long)"

A/N: Hope you like it! 

Warning: language, floof and Donald being domestic.

“Babyyyy I don’t know how to do this,” She whined, pouting as he put an empty bowl in front of her. 

“Yes you can baby,” he snorted, pecking her pout and licking her lips.

“Careful,” she warned, nudging him to the living room, “our little man is close,” her arms slid around his neck as he dipped down to kiss her lips softly.

“Mmh, but I want to show my love to you,” his nose nuzzled hers. 

“You can, just keep it suitable for work,” she chuckled as he kissed along her cheekbone.

“For now,” he smirked, pulling away.

“Can’t I watch you make the cookies, I don’t want to do it anymore,” she leaned against the counter. 

“And then you whine when you want to make cookies and I’m too lazy to do it hmm?” he teased. After a few moments of giving him an unimpressed look, she tilted her head and pursed her lips.

“Well then sass master, teach me,” 

“What did you just called me?” he raised an eyebrow challengingly.

“Oh, you heard me,” she bit her lip in response.

“Is that how it is then, well, you’ll see,” he winked, “add three tea spoons of flour, you made it too liquidy,” 

“You’re the one instructing me!!” the girl defended.

“And you’re doing a bad job, now give me a kiss so I can fix your mistake, or I’ll squeeze your butt,” he ordered.

“You are unbearable,” she scoffed.

“Unbearably in love with me,” he smiled smugly, capturing her lips as she dutifully submitted to his instruction. 

“Mmh,” he elicited a delicious sound from her as her palm rested against his chest. 

“Mommy?” the small voice broke the moment and (Y/N) pushed the girl rapidly away to expose the boy as little as possible to the ‘lovey dovey’ stuff, as Donald referred it to in front of him.

“Yes sweetie,” the woman leaned to her boy’s eye level.

“Can I have a glass of water?” 

“Of course little bud,” Donnie reached for a clean glass and turned the tap on to fill the cup. 

“Thank you daddy!” he kissed his cheek, grinning widely before he skipped back into the living room and in front of the TV surrounded by his toys with the glass of water in hand.

“Oh, he’s too cute,” (Y/N)’s heart nearly melted.

“He’s got your cuteness,” Pierce had the softest grin on his face as he pulled her towards him, cupping her cheek, “I love you,” a relieved sigh escaped her lips.

The woman gave a shy laugh, hiding her blush in his chest before looking back up at him.

“I love you too,” she pecked his lips.

“You still get giddy when I tell you that?” he kissed along her cheekbone?

“Well yeah? Why is it so bad?” 

“Because we’ve been married 6 years?” a laugh rumbled in his throat as she became red with embarrassment.

“I’m aloud to feel the same way I did when we first started dating,” she expressed through flushed cheeks.

“Please don’t stop on my account, you make me fall even more in love with you,” he hugged her tightly, adoring how much he enjoyed his life with her and their son. 

“Come on my giant softie, teach me before you make my heart melt,” her hand gripped his as they returned their attention to the counter.

****

“Don’t stop stirring!” He nudged her.

“I’m trying okay, my arm is tired, why don’t you do anything huh? Do it since you have so much muscle Lazy boy” she slapped his chest.

“Yes ma’am,” he snorted, getting in her place as soon as she made space for him. Wriggling her arm, her eyes stayed on him as he effortlessly blended the liquid mixture with the flour.

“Are you showing off?” she scrunched her nose in amusement.

“Why would I show off? I have you already,” he chuckled.

“Fuck off!” her fingers pinched his side as she laughed in disbelief.

“I’m nearly finished with this, do you have the chocolate chips?” the woman hummed in affirmation, opening the packet as Donald scooped a tiny piece of dough with a spoon to taste it. 

“Mmh, delicious,” he complimented but only received some crunching noises in response, “what-” his sentence stopped abruptly as his blue eyes locked on her.

“Seriously? Stop eating the chocolate chips, we’re supposed to put them in the cookies!” he snatched the packet out of her hands and shook it into the bowl.

“Hey!!” she pouted, glaring at him as he mixed the bowl.

“Come on cutie pie, help me put them in batches,” 

“No!!” she threw a bit of flour on him which took him completely by surprise. A challenging grin tore on his face as he wiped off the flour that was poorly aimed at his neck and chest. 

“Oh, you asked for it!” he took some flour and threw it at her face.

“Aaah!” she screeched, ducking under him to get away but he managed to grasp her waist and, before she knew it, he pushed her to the floor and pinned her down to him.

“Donnie!” she squirmed.

“Donnine what hmm? Admit defeat!” 

“No!” she murmured, thrashing as she could. Pierce smirked widely before kissing her deeply. Despite her protests, she couldn’t resist the kiss and found herself returning it.

“Mmh,” he purred, cupping her floured cheek and deepening the kiss until he felt a soft object being thrown at his face. The cyborg pulled away swiftly, “hey-”

“Get off mommy!” the small boy pouted, punching his cheek.

“Owie little guy,” he frowned, pulling his son against his chest and in his lap.

“Baby, why would you hurt daddy?” (Y/N) cooed at the pouting boy.

“Because he hurt you,” 

“No I didn’t hurt her bud,”

“He didn’t,” 

“Well, I’m sowwy, I thought daddy was hurting you and he always tells me to ‘look after you’ when he goes to work,” the boy tried to reason in his mind, but it seemed too confusing to him the more he thought about it.

“It’s okay baby, I’m proud of you for doing a good job at protecting your mamma,” Donald grinned at his son as his expression morphed from a disappointed to a happy one. 

“Thank you daddy!” he hugged his neck tightly before letting go, “Are you guys nearly finished? I wanna watch the screen with you,” 

“We’ll be there in a moment sweetheart, just need to finish these cookies.” 

“COOKIES!!!” he squealed.

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