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''I'm proud of you kiddo'' Dad! Tony stark x !kid Reader

Request?: No Summery: You have always have been trying to impress your dad, even though he always been proud of you, you want to work hard. So when you finally had your diploma in your hand, he was the proudest dad in the world. Genre: Fluff, No Angst, just fluff!

A/N: Hi guys, first fic, Hope you guys like it, Cause I'm totally into the father figure Tony stark.

The end of the school year was getting closer by the day, You’ve been studying like crazy for your finals determining if you would graduate from high school or not. It’s been some crazy years, since the avengers began saving the world, more threats were popping up everywhere and in All honesty, you have the most experience in it. Some people say you're lucky, some people just want you dead.

Those are some things you deal with when you are born in the stark family.

Being the kid of the Iron man, Tony stark, has some Ups but also downs. First off, he’s always so busy, saving the world and tinkering for new gadgets for his own Iron man suit, he spends hours down in the lab that you have to bring his food and water down, before Pepper would find out and she would scold him for being so irresponsible for his health.

Every time you do bring some food, He thanks you by ruffling your hair and Telling you something about the new gadget he’s making. You smile in yourself at the memory, when he actually allowed you to make your own suit with him, customised to your liking. 

‘’Only use it when you have no choice and when you are in actual danger.’’ He told you, as you nodded, understanding why after the whole event of Ultron Taking over the Iron man suits.

Even if he’s not the most perfect dad, he is your’s and you love him with all your heart. That’s why you have been a hard worker your entire life. They had expectations for you, most of the criticism was from the media, but you honestly didn’t care about all that, all you cared about, was the opinion of your dad, who has always been there since you’ve been born into the family.

And when the finals were starting, You were more than ready to go head on into these tests, Your Diploma so close into your reach it wasn’t funny. Tony did worry a bit, when he saw the patterns of hard work he created and inherited from his side. You were locking yourself in your room, studying 24/7 about the subjects you had to take, Like you, he eventually brought you food, just like how you would do it to him.

‘’You Okay Kiddo?’’ He asked you, as he tried to sound as smug as he could, but you were you dad’s kid, you knew better. You looked over at him as you could see him slightly worried. “Yeah dad, Just studying for finals, I’m almost done for the day, Thank you for the food.’’ You smiled at him, as he just ruffled your hair. 

“Alright Kid, After studying wanna help me with an upgrade on your suit? I think I have some few ideas and you left your sketches around my lab, I just took a look and liked some ideas so I wanna put it on your suit.’’ He chuckled, seeing you get excited by it.

‘’Okay! Coming!’’ You smiled, cleaning the place up as you guys worked for the rest of the day on your suit.

And now,

Now you were in the crowd, waiting for your name to be called, To get that Diploma in your hand.

‘’Y/n Stark’’ The principal called out

You smiled widely, as you walked up to the stage, everyone clapping as you waved to the audience. Some press were taking Photo’s of you, as you shook the teachers hand. You looked over at the crowd, as one person stood out of the crowd.

Your smile went wider as you saw your dad in the crowd, and laughed slightly as you could see some small tears in his eyes. You signed your diploma, grabbed it gently out of the principals hand and walked off towards your family, as you hugged your dad tight.

He kissed your forehead and smiled at you. “I’m proud of you kiddo’’

And at that moment, You know you will always have your dad, It was You two against the world.

Saving Grace - b. barnes

pairing; winter soldier! bucky x gender neutral! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

warnings; slight sweating, mention of a weapon/injury

word count; 1k+

summary; when you find yourself at the mercy of the infamous winter soldier, the only target that’s ever managed to outrun him, you still feel sorry for him. he’s an individual who has no free will of your own, you on the other hand, have free will. that’s what leads to you doing something you didn’t expect you would do.

links; Marvel Masterlist | Masterlist

© springismss - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

Chaos.

That's the only word you could describe everything you saw around you. Ruin, blazes, destruction. All of this because you were the latest mission of a long list of names for the male stood in front of you.

Your team stood scattered around, as he drew closer to you. An emotionless stare burning into you as you stood your ground not ready to give up just yet. The faint static in your earpiece was jumbled with a response from someone but you didn't care to listen.

Your body grew tired as you contemplated accepting your fate. You heard the stories for as long as you could remember. A male soldier who was the best at crossing off names. HYDRA's top weapon. The legendary Winter Soldier. You, like many, believed him to be a myth. A story made up to scare young kids into following the right path because they didn't want to end up the same way he did. Only he turned out not to be a myth, he was very much real.

"Hey, (y/n), come on! Get out of there!".

The sudden loudness made you jump slightly, your breath catching in your throat as you forgot how long you had it. The creaking of leather coming closer drew you out of your daze.

This was the day you were going to die. Sure, you had those thoughts many a time before but the people who tried to kill you in the past? This guy made them look like amateurs. At best, a child would do a better job than them.

Your eyes finally locked with the soldier's as you continued to stand your ground. Hands dropping to your sides as your weapon thudded on the concrete. You were tired. Tired of running. Tired of trying to convince yourself that this was all some crazy nightmare and you'd wake up soon.

"Fine, you win. I'm tired of this bullshit. I'm tired of running from you!".

Not once did the assassin react to your words. His gaze remained fixed on the target that had spent so long running from him. Once your name was crossed off, HYRDA would be pleased. You should have been one of the easiest for him to kill but somehow, you were the hardest one. Managing to escape his attempts to thwart you time again until he cornered you in some little city not too far from where he was told you resided. It would be over in a matter of seconds but those last few seconds to you would be the most painful you had ever felt in all of your existence.

Letting out a shaky breath you closed your eyes, enjoying the blackness before it became one of the last things your mind had seen. The assassin's kills were anything but painless, being able to rid the plant of your existence in seconds. You had your typical regrets of someone in your position. Of the life you never lived, of the life you'll never get to live. Maybe if you hadn't spent the past few months on the run, you would have lived your life to the fullest ready to accept this day. Now that it was here, you didn't want to leave.

"Just get it over with, Winter Soldier! I'm sure HYDRA will celebrate in some sick and twisted way when~".

Something caused you to look over the metal shoulder as your eyes tried to fixate on something happening. You couldn't quite make it out but yet, down in your gut, you didn't have the greatest feeling about it. Squinting you saw the faint glimmer of what your team called the best weapon in your grasp. From talking to the people who had managed to survive a shot from it, you found them to be in pain many months after. Some of the pain strong enough to make them want someone or something to finish the job off.

Piecing things together in your head, your eyes widened in horror as your legs began to move. A loud shot being fired was all you heard as you rushed forward, managing to push the assassin out of the way. The hot metal of the bullet fired piercing your shoulder as you landed with a grunt, your breathing rate increasing as you gripped the wound, hissing out at the contact. You don't know what made you move but something told you to save the soldier.

Judging by the look in his eyes, your reaction had taken him by just as much surprise as you.

Looking down, a small smile tugged at the corner of the sitting figure’s lips as they leaned over, placing a soft kiss upon the other's forehead. It had been a few years since that incident and they couldn't thank you enough for taking the first steps towards their freedom.

Sure, Bucky still had the arm given to him by HYDRA but he was planning on replacing it as soon as possible. The final piece of his horrible past as a ruthless killer. He didn't know why you had done what you had done but he was thankful. You may have been the only person to escape him for so long but maybe it was for that reason alone you had.

Cliché or not, you were his saving grace and he wasn't going to let you go anytime soon. Even if it killed him in the process.

Unsure - b. barnes

a/n; welcome to my first piece of writing! this is from ‘aphrodisia’ which is found on both Wattpad & ao3. hope you enjoy!

pairing; winter soldier! bucky x gender neutral! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

warnings; n/a

word count; 352

prompt based; “Can I kiss you?“

"Can I kiss you?”.

Blinking in confusion for a moment, you tilted your head at the male in front of you as the words processed in your head. Had you heard right? Surely you hadn’t. Maybe it was your mind playing tricks on you. Humming out slightly, you held your hand out in front of you for him to take before stepping forward.

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Daddy? - b. barnes

a/n; just a little headcanon on how I feel Bucky would react to his s/o being pregnant- worried and scared mainly.

pairing; TFATWS Bucky x female! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

warnings; n/a

word count; 563

headcanon; Finding out girlfriend/fiancée/wife is pregnant.

links; Marvel Matserlist | Masterlist

© springismss - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

Blinking in confusion, it took him a minute to process what was said and that’s when it had hit him. Did he hear what you had said correctly? You were pregnant?

Feels like his heart stopped for a moment. Part of him feels like this is the last thing he wanted to happen right now. The other half practically screaming for joy.

The internal conflict he felt soon showed on his face. Was he ready to be a dad? He certainly didn't feel ready. Not in the slightest.

He'd only just gotten back to being classed as a normal citizen, not only by his therapist but the government as well. He didn’t want to mess that up so soon with emotions that threatened to overflow.

How could someone who was known to be a cold-blooded killer, despite his now successful attempt to fit back into society be deemed fit enough to look after a tiny life?

He certainly didn't think he would be fit enough as his eyes glanced at the objects you held in your outstretched hands.

A scan picture in one hand, showing the tiny life slowly growing in you. In the other a tiny little bodysuit with the words "Sergeant In Training coming soon!"

The look on your face was one of pure joy as you looked at him, your joy dropping as you chewed your lip in anticipation for his actual reaction. You both knew it was bound to happen sooner or later - he couldn’t keep his hand off you half the time.

How it hadn’t happened earlier was beyond you. Yet here you were, proof in your hands as your figure began to swell slightly. "James? Are you okay?".

He'd been zoned out for so long he that didn't realise you had moved forward until he looked down, seeing your eyes look up at him as you continued to hold the items in your hands.

Wrapping his arms around you, he embraced you, holding you close to him as he smiled softly. His grip on you never fading as he rubbed patterns on the small of your back, afraid to let you go now you're carrying something precious to not only him but you. "Yes doll, I'm okay~".

Leans down and peppers kisses all over your face, enjoying the sound of your small laughs as you hug closer to him. “~Besides, I should be asking you if you're okay. After all, it might not be an easy pregnancy for you".

The reality is he's scared. Scared because he doesn't know if he's fit to look after something so small and delicate when they arrive.

Also, he’s scared for you. Carrying a super soldier's child was rumoured to be an extremely difficult time. All thanks to that serum once used. “James, I'm okay. As long as I take care, I'll handle whatever this little one throws at me".

He steps back from you after removing his arms, placing his flesh hand on your slightly swollen stomach. Your soft hum lulling him as your hands cover his.

He loves you. He adores you. He'll protect you and support you no matter how hard it is.

It's the least he can do, after all, you did that for him. You never backed down and you fought with such pride and love, he knows you’d do it again in a heartbeat.

60s Wanda - Marvel Masterlist ᱬ

Next on our journey through the pages, we come across a version of Wanda from 1960.

Everything was still in black and white for a while - wait, is that a bit of colour we see as the page turns?

‟ I am Glamour, and he’s Illusion ” | ‟ Vision, is this really happening? ”

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 unsure ~ b. barnes | g/n reader

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 daddy? ~ b. barnes | female reader

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 saving grace ~ b. barnes | g/n reader

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 lucky ~ l. laufeyson | female reader

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Lucky - l. laufeyson

a/n; i just want to say a huge thank you to everyone for the likes/comments/reblogs on my first piece posted yesterday! I’m so grateful to each and every one of you! here’s my next work from a work of mine called ‘Serpentine’ found on ao3 & wattpad.

pairing; married! loki x wife! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

warnings; n/a

word count; 644

prompt based; “I knew there was a reason I married you”.

links; Marvel Masterlist | Masterlist

© springismss - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

A gentle hum passed your lips as you lay your hands on the balcony staring out into the night, seemingly reflecting on the events of the last few years of your life.

What some would consider a whirlwind you considered perfectly normal. Well, as normal as it could be with the person you had chosen to be the other half of your soul until you close your eyes for the last time.

"Mammy! Help!".

The excited squeal of a child caused you to smile, looking over your shoulder to find a small figure, trying their best to run, coming towards you. The laugh that sounded from you was one of pure happiness as you turned and crouched, holding your arms wide open for the incoming attack.

"Let me guess my little one, there's a big scary monster hunting you down and you know it won't try anything while your mammy is here?".

Green eyes looked at you with admiration before looking back through the door they had come from. Anticipating the moment when the figure hunting them down would appear.

"Yes! He's very big and scary! A meanie!".

Placing your hand over your mouth, you stifled a laugh at the obvious loudness from the young boy. He was egging the person inside on and you knew he loved every moment of it.

"Big and scary am I?".

The small scream from your son at the sudden surprise made you smile affectionately at the person responsible for it as you stood, picking up the young boy in your arms, placing him on your hip with a firm grip to make sure he didn't slip off in a moment.

"Quick mammy! Run, you can't let him get us".

Winking, you began to run off towards the door and around your home. Your giggles mixed excited squeals filled the space around you all, the game of cat and mouse lasting for a good hour before your little one grew tired.

Placing a gentle kiss in the mop of black locks, you smiled softly and pulled the blanket up covering the small figure. Double-checking he had everything he needed, you tip-toed out but not before you looked over your shoulder.

"Sweet dreams, my little mischief maker".

After walking down the stairs and reaching the bottom, you stretched slightly being careful not to hurt yourself too much. The gentle hum of the television in the background lulled you a little as you stepped through the door and over to the couch where your husband sat.

"He went down quicker than I thought this time around, you must have done a number in him with your appearing act love".

Sitting yourself down, you brought your legs up and lay down, your head resting on the lap of the man beside you. Fingers ran through your hair gently, eyes looking at you in what could be described as awe.

"Loki?".

Your voice brought him out of his thoughts as he looked down, a rare but genuine smile on his face. The one side of the God of Mischief you got to see for yourself.

"You know, (y/n), you're strong and beautiful, who would have thought you would have managed to calm me?".

Rolling your eyes playfully, you stuck your tongue out at him as you guided his hand down to your tummy, resting yours on top as his thumb ran over your slightly swollen figure.

"Hmmm... maybe it's because you can be quite persuasive when you want to be. That aside, it's because I love you~".

Looking up as you moved your head slightly, you reached your other hand up and cupped his face. Enjoying the quiet moment alone with your husband.

"~You're worth more to me than you'll ever know. I knew there was a reason I married you. Which I wouldn't change for anyone in all of the realms".

I LOVE THIS SO SO SO MUCHHHH AAAAA

She said, "What's on your mind?"// I said, "Your skin"

Pairing: Matt Murdock x AFAB Reader

Warnings: Implied smut, Established relationship, Mirror stuff, like pussy worship if you squint

Author’s Note: I just think we should all be more comfortable looking at ourselves and getting to know our bodies and I like to image Matt would want that too. I really need to wash my hair but I also just ate so I wrote this while I waited for my stomach to settle

Post-orgasm Matt was clingy and soft but he claimed that was only for you. After a round of morning sex, you and him were on top of the covers. You were leaning against the headboard. His head was on your mound with his right ear pressed against your crotch while you played with his hair. You weren’t sure if he was listening to his cum moving around in your uterus or the pulse that was still throbbing in your loins.

There was a mirror parallel to where you and Matt were laying, giving the perfect view of your post-orgasmic state. Even though you knew he wasn’t, the way Matt’s head was resting it was almost like he was looking directly at your body in the mirror. “Tell me what you look like”

You rolled your eyes. “Matt you know what I look like.” You went on to give a very utilitarian description of the colour of your hair, your eyes, your height, your body type all the standard stuff that would show up if you got roped into more of Matt’s shenanigans and ended up as a fugitive on Unsolved Mysteries.

“That’s not what I mean.” Matt hooks his hands underneath the flesh of your thighs and spreads your legs as far as they would go, having your plush, dewy folds completely exposed in the reflection of the mirror. You had never really seen yourself like this.

“Every time I think I’ve got your body mapped and figured out there’s always something new that I find that takes my breath away.” You smiled thinking about the other night when Matt shifted the angle of his thrust. He found a new spot inside of you that made his breath hitch and you moan so pretty around his cock.

Matt’s fingers parted your labia using two fingers to hold the puffy lips apart to expose your glistening flesh. “So tell me, gorgeous, what do you look like?”

Part 2

i read your dog tags fic and i have always thought the whole dog tags thing is hot but you think you could do one w natasha? an au where she was a soldier or wte and just a different plot or something idc i just think it’d be so hot for natasha

i don't really know about soldier type stuff so i did it as though she got the dog tags from working at shield - hope that's okay anyway :)

original dog tags fic with carol danvers is here

quiet

natasha romanoff x reader

warnings - smut; daddy kink, thigh riding, necklace as a gag, top!natasha, kinda sex in a public place, i think that's it

word count - 1149

The mission today had been emotionally exhausting for you considering your history with Hydra, having to go back to the base you’d been imprisoned in until just a few years ago. It had gone well though, nobody was injured, you just felt a little down.

You sighed as you slumped into the seat beside Natasha, instantly seeking comfort by resting your head on her shoulder, she kissed your head as you nuzzled into her neck readying for the long flight back.

“You okay, princess?” She murmured against you, feeling the shrug you gave her in response, trailing her fingers over your back down to your hip. “Want me to make you feel better?”

You hummed against her neck pressing a kiss to the skin beneath her ear, “Please daddy, make me feel good.” You mumbled beside her ear with a pout, she choked back a groan at the back of her throat at the words, digging her fingers into your hip to pull you up with her.

Neither of you paid any mind to the others, not caring of any funny looks you may have been receiving as she pulled you towards a secluded area of the quinjet out of sight; she pushed your back against a wall peppering kisses over your face, melding her lips with yours eagerly.

She held you by your waist as she kissed along your jaw, grazing her teeth over your skin as you held her close to your body, desperately clinging to her as though she could float away. Your needy hands wandered, fiddling with the zip of her tactical suit and tugging it down letting your hands brush over the soft skin of her chest, the glistening silver metal of her dog tags she’s worn since she joined Shield dangling against her, resting in the valley of her breasts.

She held the back of your head when you kissed across the skin, sucking at the flesh of her breasts that spilled out of the top of her bra, letting you revel in the taste of her skin - wanting anything to help you feel better. She yanked you back by your hair with a hiss at an overly eager bite to her skin, a dark mark no doubt being left behind.

You pouted to her innocently with your lips swollen red, mischievous smirk tugging at your mouth when she looked at you with a glare, eyes darkened and lustful. She pulled the zip of your suit, yanking the material down your body exposing your bra clad torso, closing the space between you with her lips attacking your neck. She slipped her hand beneath your bra, roughly pinching your nipple between her thumb and finger with a twist only tugging on it more at the sound of a whimper falling from your lips.

“So pretty baby, falling apart under my touch like this already. You’re desperate, hm?” She rasped, her lips brushing over the shell of your ear.

“Mhm, just wanna feel good. Make me forget, daddy - please.” You pleaded, goosebumps raising over your skin when she scratched her nails down your body pushing your suit further past your hips.

“Focus on me, princess. By the end of the night you’ll know nothing but my name.”

Your hips bucked up into hers involuntarily at the way she growled out her words before crashing her lips to yours, frenzied and eager kisses as she danced her fingers beneath the hem of your underwear, teasingly stroking over your clit.

“I need you, Natty, please.” You whined out in frustration, feeling her smirk against your chest as she slid her fingers through your wet slit, plunging two fingers into you without a warning. You gasped out at the contact, her digits immediately curling inside you, brushing against your g-spot and the heel of her palm perfectly positioned over your clit.

You put all of your focus into trying to be quiet, trying to be consumed only by the way Natasha pumped her fingers into you with a sublime rhythm and her lips kissed over your neck but the added pang of arousal from the grunt she let out beside your ear made it impossible to swallow the moan at the back of your throat. She’d positioned herself over your thigh, grinding on your leg in a way that had her suit rubbing against her clit magnificently.

She stilled all movement to look at you with green eyes glazed over with arousal, “Quiet, baby - can’t have the others hearing all your pretty sounds.” She murmured, bringing the pendant of her dog tags to your lips. “Open.” She instructed, shoving the metal past your lips watching as you latched your lips around it with a suck. “Good girl, baby, stay quiet for daddy.”

The metal was cold against your tongue, clicking under your teeth as you bit into it to quell the feeble whimpers begging to tumble past your lips. Your nails dug into her shoulder blades as her fingers pulled you closer and closer to your climax and your face grew hot at the way you could hear her fingers pushing into you; she could feel how wet you were, how close you were, slowing her movements agonisingly.

“Hold it, baby, wanna cum with you.” She breathed, her hips moving rapidly in stuttered pushes along your thigh, her breath growing heavier by the minute.

When she could feel her orgasm fast approaching she quickened her pushes into you, your hips bucked forward to match her rhythm, chasing your release by grinding your aching clit against her palm. Natasha muffled her loud moan as she came with a harsh bite into the flesh of your shoulder, harsh enough to draw blood in tooth mark grooves, low whimpers at the back of her throat as she tried to catch her breath.

“That’s it, princess.” She cooed as she felt a gush of wetness over her fingers, your hips still moving lazily against her as the overwhelming pleasure brought tears to your eyes; biting down hard onto the pendant in your mouth with a pull that dug the chain into the back of her neck. “So good, so good for me angel.” She praised, planting kisses over your warm cheeks, holding your limp body up as your chest rose and fell in a chase for oxygen.

She pulled the necklace from your mouth gently, a string of saliva following it and coating your swollen lips, brushing stray hairs out of your face. She held your waist as she pulled her fingers from you, pleased at how they glistened in the light, humming in delight as she sucked your cum from them, looking forward to tasting you properly later.

“Thank you.” You mumbled out meekly, returning the smile Natasha gave you easily.

“My pleasure, baby.” She smirked. “I was only getting started. I’m gonna fuck every thought out of that pretty head.”

𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫 || 𝐧. 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟

navigation || marvel masterlist || hollywood masterlist

pairing: natasha romanoff x female reader

warning: small fluff in the beginning

summary: she said there’s not a universe she won’t be loving you in. liar.

a/n: hey besties! i’ve been suffering so much from motivation and inspiration lost especially now that school had started. so please bear with my slow posts :( also this is a horrible scrap

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Dark! Sugar mommy melina posing as r's mother

A/N: so this one is a little different from other stuff I’ve written. I’m really excited about it tho!! I think it requires a little bit of backstory: I have crippling social anxiety and selective mutism, and I’m also just not the best at functioning in general. People thought I was 18 from the time I was 15, and now I look 18/19 (I am 18), but due to my mutism and and functioning issues, in public or at the doctor’s people have always turned to my mother to speak and decide for me. Usually it’s helpful in my life, but the potential for dark!content can’t be ignored >:)

Send me your h-word thoughts!

CW: smut! DNI if under 18!; dark!fic; mommy!melina; hints of Stockholm syndrome; mute!reader; manipulation of Doctor; Melina posing as mother; strapwarming; irresponsible driving practices; heavy manipulation; dub-con?? Sorta; it’s really dark and weird ok

“So, mom tells me you’re very anxious and sometimes have outbursts,” the doctor addresses you. You give a small nod, legs bouncing. He’s not wrong, after all.

“It’s such a struggle at home—I have such a sweet kid usually, but sometimes…” Melina fakes a disheartened sigh. “I know we spoke some on the phone about some possible medications to help,” she says.

You glance up at her. She had told you you were going to the doctor, but not why. Is she going to try and drug you up? She gives you a smile and squeeze that look reassuring, but you know better.

You’ve been mostly complacent & compliant with your captor at first, hoping good behavior would be in your interest, but as things escalated, you’ve started to struggle. It looks like she’s going to put an end to that.

“Yes, we did. From what you described, I think I have some medications in mind, one for daily use and one that would be more for those uncontrollable moments,” he says to Melina. “How does that sound, huh?” he drops his head a little and makes his voice a little softer to speak to you, how one speaks to a child.

Melina squeezes your leg a little tighter when you hesitate, making you nod quickly. He smiles at you, oblivious to the true situation at hand.

“Now, they will both be controlled medications, so make sure to keep track of them and keep them locked up,” he says as he gets up to go get his prescription pad.

“Thanks so much again for letting me come to the appointment today, doctor, it really helps. I know you don’t usually let parents of legal adults come along,” she says sweetly. He smiles and leaves.

“You did very good, baby,” she says softly to you once the door is closed.

“But, Me—mommy—I don’t need any medicine,” you whisper, looking up at her. “I don’t want any.”

“You’re behaving so well, don’t ruin it now. So far you’ve earned yourself a reward when we get home,” she coos, hand running up from your knee to your clothed mound. You gasp a little and buck gently into her touch. “Don’t you want a reward?”

“Y-yes mommy,” you say.

“That’s what I thought,” she hums. At the door handle jiggling, her hand moves back to your knee. The doctor enters and hands Melina two pieces of paper for the pharmacy.

“Now the daily one might make you feel a little more sluggish or tired than usual, just let mom know if you’re getting dizzy or feeling nauseous,” he tells you. “And mom, for the PRN one, don’t use it more than three or four times a week, and make sure you stay close—dizziness is a normal side effect,” he explains. You give a small whimper.

“Aw, it’s okay baby, it’s gonna help you,” Melina says. “Thank you, we’ll be in touch with any questions or concerns,” she turns back to the doctor, who nods. “Can you tell the doctor thank-you, sweetie?” she prompts.

“Th-thank you,” you mumble.

“Of course,” he says. You and Melina leave, pausing at the attached pharmacy to get your new prescription. When you’re finally back in the car, you fold over and cry.

“Oh, it’s alright little one, mommy’s here, mommy will take care of you,” she says sweetly, rubbing your back. “Now get your bottoms off and come sit on mommy’s lap so you can get started with your reward,” she says. You undress and crawl over to the drivers seat while she unzips her pants, revealing that she’s been packing.

“Just like that, baby,” she says as she guides your hips to sit you down on her strap. “So good for me,” she says as you give a needy whimper despite yourself. She buckles the seatbelt around you both and puts the car into gear.

“Someone will see!” you say, panicked and trying to get off.

“Settle, dekta. Remember, I have tinted windows,” she says, an iron grip around your waist. “But make sure to not move too much, I can’t be distracted,” she warns.

“Yes mommy,” you say, gently rocking your hips like you know she likes.

“That’s it, dekta,” she purrs, one hand on the wheel and the other stroking the back of your head, face buried in her neck. “It’s only thirty minutes home.”

Hello! I'm pretty new to writing fics on here I've only got two so far a Luke Patterson x Reader and a Peter Parker x Reader (Link to my masterlist in my bio)

But I would love some requests if that isn't too much to ask love you all!!

P.S. At this point in time I won't be writing anything that isn't an x reader I'll update if I decide to change that. I am willing to write a lot of different things so feel free to req for any show, game, celebrity, ect.

P.P.S I write smut but only for characters/ people 18+ Thank you 😁