#he is disobedient as fuck despite her being mommy

[ayrennaranaaldmeri]

ok ok its my fault for being on reddit but r/houseofthedragon rn full of people arguing that demon and his 99% neck lizard have a stronger bond than aegon and sunfyre and it's so fucking frustrating that its entirely condolt's fucking fault that this is even a fucking argument because he thinks the greatest bond between a dragon and his rider to ever go that fucking hard in this universe is pRopaganda and gives dae mon and car ax es more screentime. i'm just so fucking done man. never showed us sunfyre TRULY until it was time for demon jr the anime edgelord to attack him and aegon, never get the fact that sunfyre is literally on aegon's arms, never got the coronation flying, DIDN'T GET ANYTHING UNTIL IT WAS TIME TO FUCK HIM UP FOR THE PLOT.

i wish this mf would get fucking fired before he has a chance to touch these two anymore because I don't think i can handle how he will underplay and butcher the fact that this dragon literally fought tooth and claw with a broken wing to find his way back to his rider.

[dark-konohagakure2]

Pain punishing a disobedient member by making her a free use slave for the whole Akatsuki

tw: noncon, abuse of power, free use, gangbang, bondage, threats, biting, forced eye contact, abuse, size difference, monster cocks, double penetration, anal, bloodplay, degradation, photography, mommy kink, facesitting

All characters depicted are 18+

Pain isn't as domineering of a leader as people would think, despite being the head of a terrorist group, he allows his members to have a certain degree of freedom with how they pursue the organizations shared goals, but if there's one thing Pain won't allow, it's disobedience.

When a younger female member of the Akatsuki begins to show the telltale signs of a disobedience streak, Pain will snuff out the issue before it even arises, deciding to put the would-be dissenter to work, and what better work for a disobedient brat than long and hard labor?

Pain can easily overpower her even without using his Rinnegan, chaining her up with her arms above her head and her legs spread, all of her holes exposed to whoever would walk into the common room of the Akatsuki lair.

Pain is very blunt about his intentions, telling her all about how he's going to have her own comrades fuck the disobedience out of her, that's the small price that traitors to the Akatsuki have to pay after all.

"Now you're going to learn how to be a good girl. I'm leaving you here for our comrades to use as they see fit. Maybe this will teach you the importance of teamwork and obedience."

Deidara goes first, and being the youngest he has the most stamina, not to mention his sadistic streak. He'll threaten to blow her to smithereens with his art, and he'll use the mouths on his hands to bite when lick her all over. Sasori goes next, and he's just unnerving, showing no emotion and staring at her with unblinking eyes, his puppet body feeling very uncomfortable inside of her as he roughly penetrates her with it.

Itachi is almost as unnerving as Sasori, just without the cold wooden body. He stares too, but with his Sharingan active the entire time he's fucking her, he's oddly insistent on making eye contact the entire time, grabbing her face and even slapping her if she looks away from his intense gaze. Kisame is a very big and tall man, living up to his reputation as a complete monster. He practically smothers the poor girl with his large frame when he pounds both of his cocks into her, shoving one member into each of her holes and leaving her covered in bloody bite marks by the time he's done.

Hidan is unsurprisingly the worst of them all in terms of the amount of physical pain he'll inflict, he'll fuck her so hard that she bleeds while calling her every name in the book, laughing in her face whenever she cries and begs. Kakuzu is no where near as obnoxious as Hidan, but he's just as cruel, forcing his threads into her mouth to shut her up while he plows into her, taking photos of her helpless form on his camera so he can sell them to seedy old perverts later.

Konan isn't as cruel as the men, but she's just as domineering as them, sharply slapping the girl's pussy and telling her to be a good girl for mommy as she sits on the girl's helpless face. Tobi is surprisingly the scariest of them all, the usually childish man is now speaking in a terrifying and deep voice, acting the complete opposite of his usual self as he pounds into her roughly and without a hint of his usual goofiness.

Once the day is done and her sentence is served, Pain will come to unbind her, her body covered in cum, tears, and blood. Pain won't feel any remorse, only showing satisfaction at the fact that his unruly bitch is how housebroken.

"Have you learned your lesson? It certainly looks like you have. Now, let's go to my quarters, I'll give you your final lesson in obeying your leader."

He'll then take her to his room to have his own way with the defenseless Akatsuki member, he's her leader after all, her God, so it's only fair that he fucks her last, to truly assert his dominance and ownership over her used up body.

[bellatrixscurls]

“raspberry” ☁️ d.m. x t.n x p.p.

warnings : smut, daddy kink, fingering, oral, dom!draco, switch!pansy, switch!theo, sub!reader, fem!reader.

summary : you and your lovers go on a picnic, but things take a turn when they become more and more attractive.

word count : 5.7k

a/n : it was pretty long already, but might make a part two if you want!

“theo, love, give y/n/n the raspberries from the basket, please” instructed pansy, her eyes flicking to theo’s for a second before focusing back on cutting some kiwis for the fruit salad.

theo did as told, opening the basket and grabbing the box of raspberries, placing them on the spot beside you. but you were too preoccupied to notice that, as your eyes trailed from pansy’s hands, down to her lap.

her thighs were exposed, her dress almost letting you see her panties as her eyebrows pushed together, eyes and hands focused on the fruits. she was so beautiful, more beautiful than other days. you’d convinced her not to straighten her hair this once, so it was wavy, and natural. the sun was emphasazing the beautiful shade of green of her eyes. in conclusion, she looked like the most beautiful goddess.

as soon as she was done with the fruits, she placed the now full bowl beside her and laid back on the blanket, her curls falling around her head perfectly. “what’s wrong, baby ? you like raspberries” she told you as soon as she noticed your frozen figure and the untouched raspberries, a big pout on her lips.

“like y-you more” you mumbled, looking down at your lap as you began fiddling with your fingers, your cheeks now burning red.

she narrowed her eyes in confusion, looking at the two boys to see if they understood, but found that they were just as clueless. “you all subby, my love ?” draco asked from beside you.

you nodded, leaning into his touch the moment his palm cupped your burning cheek. “wanna make you feel good” you said, your attention now fully on draco as you stared into his silver eyes.

pansy nudged theo, who cleared his throat suggestively, making you and draco turn to look at him, “how ‘bout we make you feel good, princess ?” he suggested, his loving, yet lustful gaze on you as draco gently laid you on your back.

you didn’t want any release yourself, and only wanted to see your lovers in pleasure, but the moment those words left theo’s mouth, you found yourself nodding vigorously, your muscles relaxing against the thin blanket.

“yes, please.”

pansy gave draco a knowing look, as he was usually the one to degrade you and tell you how disobedient you were.

“legs spread, m’love. please” theo cooed softly, his fingers caressing the inside of your thighs. you obliged almost immediately, pushing your legs apart as your pink dress rode up, revealing your panties. theo stayed there for a moment, admiring the sight before him as he continued to squeeze and caress your soft skin.

pansy pushed past him, so she was now before you, her soft hands replacing theo’s. “gonna eat you out now, yeah, baby ?” you nodded eagerly, whimpering a small ‘please’ as pansy chuckled, leaning closer to you and whispering, “daddy and theo don’t know how to, do they ? mommy does it best, hm ?”

she was playing with your mind, while trying to rile the two boys up, knowing they could still hear despite her soft, quiet tone, “i don’t-” “excuse me, pansy ?” rang theo’s offended voice as his hand flew to his heart, holding his chest, “one, you can’t just steal someone’s meal like that, it’s fucking rude” you giggled, watching intently as the usual competition between the two started to peak, “and two, i’m better than you.”

pansy scoffed, clearly amused by her boyfriend’s words, “well, i’ll have you know, theo, that y/n/n here said-”

“fucking enough!” draco interrupted, bringing everyone’s attention back on him as he glared at the two, “who even gave you permission to eat my baby out, hm ? ‘cause i didn’t and she sure as hell said that she wants me, not you” his voice was stern as he regained his dominance over the two.

they watched him with wide eyes, now submissive to him as their heads dropped, avoiding draco’s gaze at all costs, “yes, daddy.”

“now, i’m gonna eat my pretty girl out, and you two better take care of her while i do” instructed draco, his hand never leaving your cheek as he gave it one last stroke before moving both of his hands to the hem of your dress.

his pale fingers tugged lightly at your panties as his eyes flicked back to yours, “can i take these off, pup ?” he asked, a genuinely worried expression on his face as he searched for any trace of hesitation. your eyes widened slightly — draco isn’t someone who usually asked for consent, because he knew that your safe word was in place, “pup ?” you finally nodded, letting him take off your underwear.

draco pulled a needy whimper from you at the feeling of him blowing cold air against your sensitive cunt, making you buck your hips slightly so you were met with his warm, slightly parted lips, “daddy, please. i want it so-” but not letting you finish your begging, his mouth attached to your dripping cunt aggressively, nibbling at your clit and causing you to look where you two were connected.

his face was nowhere to be seen, buried deep into your cunt and focusing in making you feel good, "o-oh, daddy!" you whined between shallow breaths, pushing his head even closer to your cunt. a few more whimpers from you, and draco’s content hums that sent shivers through your whole body, and theo felt like he couldn’t take it anymore.

the way your breasts were bouncing with every thrust of draco’s tongue made him go insane. and risking punishment, his lips wrapped around your already hard nipples, sucking gently while his hand took care of your other nipple.

and that only seemed to add onto your pleasure, as your hand went down to gently tug at his soft hair, while the other was scratching at the back of his neck. “so good, m’love. taking care of me s-so well” you whispered in theo’s ear, earning a wave of pretty noises from him — whines, to be exact.

feeling yourself at the brink, you knew just what you had to do. and even though you struggled a bit because draco’s beautiful eyes were watching your every move, you still somehow managed to say it, “c-can i please cum, daddy ? please, need it so bad, want to- oh god!” once again, you were left speechless and breathless as draco’s thumb circled your clit, all while his tongue was pistoning in and out of your tight hole.

and your worries were taken away when he gave a firm nod, closing his eyes when you finally let your orgasm wash over you, clenching around his cock as his left hand was firm on your lower stomach, holding you down. “daddy! theo! mm- ‘s s-so good, merlin!” you cried out as you came hard, pushing theo closer to your chest as the boy struggled to breathe through his nose.

after several seconds of you trying to calm down after your mind blowing orgasm, draco removed his mouth off you, gathering all of your cum from his chin and sucking it from his fingers, as you watched with lustful eyes.

but still, in your foggy mind, something was wrong. you could sense it, but not fully understand what was wrong.

and then it clicked. pansy.

draco too, looked over his shoulder to see pansy just standing behind him, crouched down, frozen in place as she watched you three with wide eyes. the boy crawled to her, taking her hands in his as he brought her knuckles to his mouth, kissing them softly, “s’not nice being bad, is it, bunny ?” he asked, to which she shook her head, a couple of tears almost leaking out of her eyes as her vision became blurry, “you wanna be good for daddy too, baby ? look what y/n/n got for being so good for daddy” his words caused your girlfriend to look up at you, blinking blearily as she let the tears wet her warm cheeks.

“wanna be good too, daddy” she said once her eyes were back on his, and draco smiled sweetly at her. you were confused by how subby she got for him, keeping in mind that she was dominating you just minutes before.

“good bunny” draco stroke her cheek, as his other hand wiped away her tears, “go to theo and let daddy see how good you can be, the two of you.”

[scxrsgxrd]

an idea I had because of your Mickey thoughts: what if he kept misbehaving, so his girlfriend decided to have him wear a cock cage for a day? he can't touch himself, but it's all he can think about all day. when she gets home, he's a mess, but she can't resist the temptation to tease him. he's being punished, after all. when she finally frees him, he practically pounces on her.

Ohhhh sweet anon this idea is so delicious. Lets buckle up for some more subby Mickey.

A continuation of this drabble:

Mickey’s words echoed in her ears, the promise of him being on his best behaviour was almost enough to break her.

“You want to be a good boy?” Her voice was low, and Mickey could tell she meant business, so he nodded continually, his head bobbing up and down as his eyes glittered.

“Then you’ll wait until morning. I have a surprise waiting for you.” 

When she turned over to resume her slumber Mickey’s jaw dropped, and he let out a groan, pawing at her arm once more in a last attempt to beg her for some form of stimulation.

“Mickey. Go to sleep.” Her tone was cold, but Mickey wasn’t thinking with his brain. His cock ached as it had done for almost a week, and he was determined to get a rise out of her.

“Please, mommy.”

She whipped round in an instant, her eyes ablaze as she grabbed a hold of his cheeks and let out a small growl. If Mickey wanted to defy her, that was fine. But he’d have to deal with the consequences that came with this defiance.

Mickey’s cheeks flushed, and he swallowed hard, waiting for her to reprimand him so he could feel something. But she knew Mickey too well, she could feel his bulge against her ass and knew that this act of disobedience was purposeful. So, once again she turned her back to him, allowing for her rage to simmer, as she knew that come morning, Mickey would receive his punishment.

-

When she awoke Mickey was laid on his back, head turned so he could gaze at her. She had to stifle a giggle when she saw the tent shape around his crotch, the sheet covering Mickey’s lower half was almost lifted up completely. When Mickey noticed she was awake he gazed at her imploringly, his bottom lip sticking out ever so slightly. She smirked, Mickey had no idea what he was in for.

“I want you to go take a cold shower. As cold as you can manage.” She murmured, reaching a hand over to run her fingers through his soft hair as he frowned.

Mickey parted his lips to respond, to grumble, but when she cocked her brow he decided to remain silent and comply. He rose out of bed, shimmying his boxers down to his ankles and letting out a small sigh at the relief, the material had been constraining his cock all night.

“He feels claustrophobic now.” Mickey mumbled, gazing down at his erection to ensure that there was no lasting damage.

She chuckled, propping herself up on her elbows to allow for a better view. “I need you soft, Mickey, okay?”

Mickey scoffed.

“I mean it. Today will only work if you’re soft, can you do that for me?”

Mickey nodded and strode over to the bathroom, and the several yelps she heard indicated to her that he was following her instructions. Good. While Mickey was distracted she took the chance to drag out her box from under the bed, the box that contained the latest toy she had purchased for Mickey. 

She held the cock cage in her hand, it was heavy, but nothing that Mickey couldn’t handle. This time she’d take it easy on him, selecting the largest cuff ring to hold his balls, and ensuring she had a hefty amount of lube at hand.

When Mickey returned she was stood by the bedroom door,  eager to introduce him to their new toy. She removed the towel that was hanging loosely around his waist, tossing it into the corner of the room to inspect if he had managed to keep it down. 

“I’m impressed. Turns out you can be a good boy after all, huh?” She smiled at him, he had managed to keep his cock flaccid, perfect.

Mickey reciprocated her smile, relieved to be receiving her praise. He took deep breaths, keeping his gaze fixed on the wall opposite him, he knew if he looked at her for even a second it’d be game over.

“Come sit on the bed, baby boy.” She purred, guiding him over to the edge of the bed and sitting him with his legs splayed as she knelt between his knees. Mickey’s eyes widened in alarm, and he held his breath as his fists bunched up the bedsheets.

“F-fuck.” He whispered, the vein on the left side of his head was becoming more and more prominent as he refused to let his gaze fall on the women knelt mere inches away from his aching cock.

When he heard the sound of the cap flipping off the bottle of lube, Mickey felt the ache intensify, and he silently prayed that he wouldn’t need to keep this up, or down for that matter, much longer. Mickey’s eyes then trailed further up the bed, where he saw a metal ring, and then next to it more rings, but in the form of a cage, in the shape of his-

“Ohhhhh, fuck.” He couldn’t help but whine as he felt her lube-coated fingers ghost along his cock, careful not to hold him too tightly as she smeared a generous amount of lube onto him.

“Mickey, look at me.” His gaze fell on her in an instant, his eyes brimming as his knuckles turned white, his grip on the sheets becoming tighter.

“Tell me your word.”

“Cantaloupe.” 

She nodded and took hold of the cuff, carefully easing his balls into it one at a time. Mickey was already breathing heavily, the sensation of her fingers against his balls made his hips buck slightly. She clicked her tongue.

“That’s one extra hour in the cage.” She placed a light kiss on the inside of Mickey’s knee as his bottom lip quivered.

He had to close his eyes as she eased his cock into the steel structure, his breath hitching in his throat as he heard her lock the cage. She raised herself to her feet, cocking her head to one side as she assessed her handiwork.

“This is what happens when you disobey me, sweetheart. Your little episode last night means you’ll wear this today, all day.” A large smirk formed on her lips as she watched the shockwaves run through Mickey, his eyes darting between her and the cage as he felt the blood begin to rush to his cock.

That same sensation stuck with him throughout the day. He had clamped his teeth together, his jaw almost locking in place as the pain coursed through his lower half. His cock was pressed against the top of the cage, his skin trapped against the cold metal as he hissed, and for the first time he was desperate to be able to have a hard on. He snaked his hand around the cage, but this was futile. It was locked in place, with no way for him to move it or to hold himself. The cuff holding his balls made him squirm, the restrictive device making him long for her return. 

Mickey had thought that getting dressed may help, that his boxer shorts may alleviate some of the pressure, but he was wrong. His jeans only seemed it worse, the material was tight against his crotch, making the rings of the cage visible and his frustration grow further.

Even pacing didn’t work, walking was almost painful as the cage slid downwards slightly each time he took a step, which made the sensation of the cuff pressing against his balls even more unbearable. Despite Mickey flicking through every television channel and every social media feed, he could only think of one thing. He thrust his head against the back of the couch where he had positioned himself, his mind racing at the thought of having his cock in his girlfriend’s hands once again. Once he had begun to fantasize, he couldn’t stop; his memory served him well as he thought of her wrapping her hand around him. One hand on his cock, the other tightly grasping at his throat as she twisted her palm and fingers around him at an agonizingly slow pace.

Mickey wasn’t sure if it was possible for him to orgasm while in the cage, but it sure felt like that’s where he was headed. 

Just as he thought he could feel his balls begin to tighten he heard the front door close, indicating that she had finally returned, and he sprang up. When she saw him she couldn’t help but smile. Mickey’s thighs were quivering, his cheeks flushed as he lowered himself down onto his knees.

“Please, I’m sorry. I’ll be a good boy, just give me another chance.” He began to beg, clasping his hands together as he let out a small sob, but she was not about to relent, not now.

Instead, she backed herself against the wall, hitching her skirt up to give Mickey a full view of her naked lower half. She pressed her thumb against her clit and felt her knees buckle, the pressure was heavenly and she could feel her arousal begin to pool around her entrance. Mickey let out a soft cry, his eyes welling up as she shuffled himself closer to her. The sight in front of him made the cage insufferable, his cock was throbbing and he could feel the beginnings of pre-cum leak out of the cage as she used her thumb to rub circles onto her clit, small moans leaving her as she kept her eyes on Mickey. 

Teasing Mickey was one of her favourite parts of their dynamic. She adored the way he trusted her, his willingness to try new toys, and how easy it was to get him worked up into such a state as he was in now. His hands had latched onto her ankles as he began to press kisses onto the top of her shoes, between each kiss he’d whine and tighten his grip on her.

She knew Mickey well, and she knew when he was nearing his breaking point.

She was careful when guiding him up to their bedroom, taking each step of the stairs as slowly as possible with Mickey latched onto her arm, letting out a small sniffle as they reached the top of the staircase. He didn’t need a command when they entered the bedroom, he unbuckled his belt at godspeed, his fingers gripping onto both waistbands of his jeans and boxers as he yanked them down at the same time. Through the rings of the cage she could still see that Mickey’s cock was red, the skin inflamed from spending hours upon hours pressed against the curved steel bars. She dug her hand into her pocket, and Mickey’s heart skipped a beat when she produced the key.

“I don’t want anymore disobedience, baby. One single word out of line and I’ll use the cage again, understood?” 

Before she had even finished her sentence Mickey was emphatically nodding, shuffling himself closer to her to prompt her to release him. She smiled and bent down, turning the key in the lock and gently easing his cock out of the cage. Once she had removed the whole device Mickey’s erection slapped against his stomach and he fell backwards onto the bed, panting as he reached out a hand to stroke his throbbing cock.

“Ah ah ah.” She took hold of his wrist and directed his hand away from temptation, causing Mickey to screw his eyes shut.

“You wouldn’t want me to get the cage back out again, would you baby boy?” 

[professional-benaddict]

The Baby Snip ll

Part one here

“Hi, got an appointment to see Doctor Strange at 11am?” Bucky said to the receptionist, who nodded brightly and directed the trio over to the waiting room area. As they took their seats, Peter sniffled gently to himself at how his face still stung from the slap.

“Shh, Peter. There’s no reason to cry.” Tony whispered harshly to Peter, not wanting the other people in the waiting area to see him with a sniffling Little. “But, what’s that over there? That looks fun.” He pointed to the little corner in the room with a low table surrounded by colourful chairs and a bunch of toys. “Be nice and say hi to her.” He added and then gestured with his eyes for Bucky to let Peter head over to the play corner where a little girl was playing with a puzzle.

Peter desperately wanted to protest, to say actually yes, there was a reason to cry, but the stern look Tony was giving him made him shut his mouth. He did not want to go over to the girl, not in the slightest, but he realised it was an opportunity to get away from the two husbands for a moment. Bucky nodded and let go of the boy’s arm to allow him to go over to the play corner of the waiting room, and the man could not help cooing at how cute the boy looked in his outfit as he sat down next to the girl. When Peter moved to sit next to the girl, she perked up in an instant and smiled widely at him. 

“You wanna play?” She invited kindly, her voice high pitched and child like. Overhearing the girl, both Bucky and Tony gave Peter a stern look, daring him to reject the offer.

Peter gulped at the looks he was getting from the husbands, and quietly nodded in response. He watched as the girl explained what she was doing, but it was hard to keep up when there was the looming threat of the two adults watching him and possibly preparing to discipline him if he did anything wrong. After a few moments, Bucky turned back to Tony. 

“Soon he’s going to be our proper little boy.” He smiled brightly, and took Tony’s hand in his own to squeeze excitedly.

“I can’t wait, ahhh...” Tony sighed with a soft smile while he gazed lovingly at his husband. “He’s going to be on bedrest for a while after too. We should get new sheets for the crib.” He added thoughtfully. This would be the third set of sheets purchased in one month. 

After a moment, a door by the reception opened up and a female doctor in pale pink scrubs came out with a smile. 

“Princess Tilda?” She asked and the girl by the play corner jumped up. Her Mommy came over to take her hand and led her over to follow the doctor through the door. 

“What you playing with, honey bee?” Tony asked, leaning forwards in his seat to see what Peter was doing.

It had only been a few minutes, but Peter was almost sad that the girl had to leave. It meant that the only people he could now talk to in this waiting room were his captors, and the boy glanced back quickly when he was spoken to. 

“Uhm, jus’... jus’ some Lego.” He mumbled quietly, and turned away again to focus on what he was ‘building’. Bucky, meanwhile, kept an eye on the boy, narrowing his eyes slightly at how Peter seemed to be acting more and more disobedient as the day progressed. He did not say anything however, as to not cause a scene.

Tony was not entirely satisfied with Peter’s less than enthusiastic reply, but he was in a good mood and let it pass. For now. A moment later, the door by the reception opened again and this time a familiar doctor came through. 

“Mr Stark and Mr Barnes.” He said with a smile, extending his hand to greet the husbands. 

“Good to see you, Doctor. We’re really excited to be here.” Tony said with a wide smile as he shook Stephen’s hand.

At the sound of Doctor Strange’s voice, Peter immediately ducked his head and looked away. The doctor was… odd, and that was saying something in a place like this. Whenever they visited the doctor’s office, Peter found that the doctor was always a little more handsy than was necessary, and always had a smile which was more like a leer. The worst part about it was the fact that the husbands never seemed to notice, or worse encouraged it despite their possessiveness. 

Bucky turned to see Peter cowering in the play corner, and cleared his throat. 

“Pete, say hello to the doctor.” He said, his voice low and threatening.

All the three adults had now turned to Peter, and once the boy had muttered something that resembled a greeting, Bucky stalked over to grasp his upper arm again. 

“He’s a bit nervous, I think. My apologies.” Tony said, blushing a bit with embarrassment when his Little behaved like this in public. 

“No worries. I’m here to fix that, right? Shall we?” The doctor invited and then led the way to his office, which also doubled as an exam room. “So, I got some info from the receptionist when you made the appointment, but I’d love to hear it straight from you. So, what can I help you with?” Stephen said after closing the door to his office. Tony and Bucky settled in the two seats and the latter pulled the boy onto his lap.

“Well, you’ve been getting some fantastic results with your regression surgeries, so we thought that Pete here would be the perfect candidate for it.” Bucky explained, bouncing the boy on his lap. Peter went wide-eyed, and immediately began squirming on Bucky’s lap at the mention of surgery. 

“S-Surgery? I- No, no, Papa, I-I don’t wan’- I-” He begged, even using the man’s title to try and get him to change his mind. It was like his pleads were being completely ignored, though.

“Shush, Peter. The grown ups are talking. You’re being rude and interrupting us. Play with Sharky and be quiet.” Tony lectured before turning back to the doctor. 

“So, you’ve seen the documentary.” Stephen chuckled, a hint of a cocky smirk on his lips. “It’s very much true. We’ve had great results with the techniques that Doctor Palmer and I developed together last year. Based on Peter’s physical just two months ago, I’d say he would be a suitable for it. Are you having trouble with regressing him?”

Peter bit down on his lip to stop himself from complaining more, but as the adults talked over his head he got more and more stressed. 

“I- I don’ wan’ surgery, please- please don’t-“ The slap to Peter’s face shut him up quickly, and the look on Bucky’s face was one of thunder as he dropped his hand from Peter’s face. 

“Peter, not another word from you.” The man snarled, and out of the corner of his eye he could see Stephen smiling almost sinisterly.

“Yes, I think we’ve plateaued with his regression. We’ve tried everything you recommended last time and we’ve also talked to the people at his daycare.” Tony explained, an obvious hint of worry in his voice as he talked. 

“So, we hoped some surgical changes could help with that.” Bucky added and Stephen nodded. 

“Yes, that is absolutely possible. I’ve had many CGs come here with similar issues and snipping a few nerves and weakening a few muscles in his groin area can start a much deeper regression.” 

Peter tensed up at the mention of his groin. The doctor was not actually going to touch him there… was he? The boy would have started up another panic, but the slap to his face still stung, and so he simply sat quietly where he was, grasping Sharky tightly in his hands. Bucky could sense that the boy was frightened, and a squeeze of his hands on the boy’s hips both tried to settle the boy and act as a stern reminder not to scream again. 

“That sounds brilliant, just what we need. We’re really grateful that you could do it same-day as well, Doc.”

The doctor nodded with a smile before gesturing to the boy. 

“Then I think what remains is to actually have a look. Would you mind getting him undressed from his hips down?” Stephen prompted while he rose from his seat to wash his hands and get gloved up. When Peter seemed to start panicking again, Tony stepped in and turned to face the boy. 

“Come on, honey bee, the doctor needs to have a look at your privates now. Let’s get you out of these adorable overalls.” He said with a cooing voice and began opening the buckles on the shoulder straps. 

Peter immediately began whimpering in protest, terrified at the prospect of the doctor looking at him below the waist. Even despite Bucky’s warning, he started to thrash in place and both husbands had to struggle to take his overalls off. 

When Peter seemed to be very, very uncooperative and badly behaved, Stephen sighed a little and with his back turned to the family, he readied a syringe with a powerful sedative. It was a bit much, but it would surely keep the boy in check for the rest of the appointment. Peter was seconds away from bursting into tears, and seeing the doctor suddenly turn around with a needle filled with something, he was not sure what, only served to make things worse.

“No, n-no, you’re not injecting me with that, /no/!” Peter cried. 

“Hold him still.” The doctor instructed and then stabbed the boy’s squirming thigh with the needle, swiftly injecting its content before pulling back.

“No! F-Fuck you, you’re insane, y-you can’t do this!” Peter screamed, but it was too late as the needle was quickly plunged into his thigh. “You’re fucking crazy, let me go right fu-fucking now, I’m serious! You’re all fucking mental, y-you can’t make me go along with your crazy shit!” He yelled, now fully thrashing about in Bucky’s lap even despite the sedative being administered. The two husbands looked furious, and Bucky was considering beating the boy properly there and then to get him to know his place. 

“Get the pacifier.” He said to Tony, working to keep Peter still enough for his husband to put the gag in their boys mouth.

While Bucky wrestled with Peter and kept him more or less in check, Tony pinched Peter’s nostrils shut and promptly shoved the pacifier nipple into his mouth that opened on reflex. 

“Thanks, Doc.” Tony smiled when Stephen came up to offer his help by pressing the pacifier against Peter’s mouth while Tony put the strap on behind his head. 

“It’s a shame. I do much prefer nice and calm little patients. But, we can make them calm if we want to.” Stephen chuckled and pinched Peter’s cheek in a fond gesture before going back to get ready for the exam. “Give him another moment and he should be calm enough to let you undress him.”

If looks could kill, the glare that Peter gave the doctor when he pinched the boy’s cheek would have caused the man to drop dead in front of him. He was heaving breaths, shaking from a mixture of anger and fear as Bucky kept him in one place. 

This entire situation was humiliating beyond belief, only made worse by the feeling of Peter’s motor functions becoming slower and more sluggish. He tried to say something through the gag, but all that came out was a garbled whimper. Bucky smiled as he felt his baby finally relax in his lap, and together with Tony’s help he managed to get the boy’s overalls down and off his body. All that remained was the pull-up, and Bucky unstrapped and removed it from the boys crotch to reveal his groin.

“There, finally you’re behaving like a good boy.” Stephen commented while the husbands undressed their boy. “I bet you give your Daddies a lot of trouble for them to have to bring you to me, so that I’ll fix you with my sharp instruments. At least you’ll get to eat ice cream and watch TV all day while you recover afterwards.” The doctor mused and nodded with a pleased smile when Peter’s groin was finally exposed. 

“Can you take him on your lap again? Then hold his legs up for me. It’s less scary when you get to sit on Daddy’s lap, hm?” Stephen teased the boy, who seemed very much drugged up already.

Peter was now too sluggish to fight being moved into Tony’s lap, but he made a small, scared noise like a wounded animal as his legs were hooked under his knees and spread obscenely wide. Although Bucky was no longer holding him, the man kept a hand on the boy by gently stroking his hair and cooing to calm him down. The boy looked so adorable drugged like this, like he was ready for a nap, and it reminded him a lot of when they first got Peter.

“That’s great, hold him right there.” Stephen said and snapped on some tight, blue gloves. “Still no diaper rashes it seems, so that’s good. But... He’s getting hard already.” The doctor commented with a frown. Tony had the same expression. 

“He does that sometimes and we really don’t like it. It’s far too grown up for him. Can you do something about that?” 

“Oh, absolutely. Littles as young as him shouldn’t get hard like this. Cutting a nerve or two here will stop the reaction entirely.” Stephen explained and ran a finger to show where the nerve went and down to Peter’s hardening cock.

Peter was mortified at his body’s response to the man touching him. It is not like he could help it! He could not even try and squirm away from the doctor’s touch, all he could do was make soft whining noises behind the gag that made Bucky coo and stroke the hair from his eyes. 

“Our little baby’s trying to be a big boy... Naughty, naughty puppy.” He scolded, but smiled wickedly as Stephen’s hand continued to trail up and down the boy’s cock and then even down to his balls.

“I can also perform a vasectomy. Or remove his sack entirely.” Stephen said while he examined Peter’s sack, pressing and pulling here and there. All the grown ups frowned at the boy’s flustered reaction. His cock seemed to get harder and harder, which was unacceptable. “Many CGs want this to make their little boys look younger and it makes them less aggressive and sexual.” He added, then turned to the husbands with a questioning look.

Peter was now tearing up, and his whole body trembled as the doctor groped his cock and balls. 

“Hmm... That sounds good, we’ve been having issues with his body trying to act more grown up than he really is.” Bucky nodded, glancing over to Tony who agreed with him. 

“At the moment it seems like he’ll get hard from a strong breeze.” Tony added, thoroughly enjoying how terrified and embarrassed Peter looked in his lap as Stephen touched him.

“Then I would recommend we remove his sack. I think it will greatly help you get where you want him to be in his regression.” Stephen said then continued to examine the boy’s cock. “At least penis reduction attempts don’t seem to be necessary. He is quite small already, don’t you think? If you disagree, I can of course fix that too.” Tony hummed as he considered and then turned to his husband. 

“Perhaps start off with getting rid of his sack and cutting the nerves so he doesn’t get hard like that? We could always come back for more, right?” Stephen nodded in agreement.

The sedative was so strong that Peter was almost slipping in and out of consciousness, and his head hung loosely as Bucky held him in his lap with his legs apart. 

“He is quite small already, yeah. He really is our little baby.” Bucky laughed, this time also snaking a hand around to touch the boy’s cock. Peter whimpered when two hands were now touching him, but Bucky merely shushed the boy gently and pulled his hand back after a few moments of groping him.

“All right, then I’m done. You can get him dressed again. You can use the exam table and let him lay back.” The doctor allowed and pushed back in his chair, then removed his gloves and began making notes in Peter’s chart that he had up on his computer. 

While Tony picked Peter up, Bucky grabbed the clothes he had folded up along with the pull-up. 

“Oh, he looks so cute and so sleepy. You see, Petey? It isn’t that hard to be a good boy. You just have to let Daddies do everything while you stay nice and quiet.” Tony lectured to Peter.

Peter had no strength left to fight back as Tony picked him up and carried him over to the exam table. As he was laid down, and Tony stood over him talking, the boy felt his consciousness slipping away from him. He could barely process what the man was saying, everything seemed to be slipping in and out of focus. 

Bucky could not help making a delighted sound at how adorable their boy looked stretched out on the table, no cuffs needed to hold him down when he was under such a heavy drug. 

“Our little puppy prince... Can’t wait to have you as the little boy we’ve been dreaming of.” He said fondly, running his hand down the boy’s cheek.

“You’re going to be so good for us when your little cock isn’t giving you any nasty grown up urges. It’s gonna be such a relief once it’s over with.” Tony continued to coo and leaned down to kiss Peter’s cheeks and forehead, now that for once the boy did not fight back. “You’re going to be the cutest baby ever.” He added with a last kiss to the boy’s nose. When Peter made a little moan in response, Tony took that as a wish for more touching and leaned down to give him more kisses. “You’re gonna be okay, just a few snips by the doctor and you’ll be a perfect little baby.”

Peter moaned weakly, and at this point he was not even sure what he was making noise about. He could see the doctor typing out of the corner of his eye, and he could feel himself getting panicked, but with no physical way of reacting. Bucky saw the boy’s eyes widen and also bent down to kiss the boy’s cheeks. It was rare for Bucky to show his affection in such a way, so it was an important thing that he kissed the boy’s face in public. 

“Our brave little boy. It’ll be over before you know it.” He said quietly.

While Tony and Bucky continued to coo and gush over their boy, Stephen had logged all his observations into Peter’s chart and then checked if any ORs and surgical teams would be free that same afternoon to carry out the regression surgery. 

“There’s an opening in the ORs at 5 this afternoon, so I could get it done today. He would have to stay overnight to recover, but he should be all good to head home tomorrow. Would you like to carry on right away, Mr Stark and Mr Barnes?”

“Yes, please.” The two men said in unison, eager to get the surgery completed so that they could have their boy regressed as soon as possible. Bucky took a seat by the exam table and continued to stroke the boy’s cheek, who simply laid there making small noises to himself.

“All right, then I’ll alert the surgical team. Has he eaten today?” Stephen asked, gesturing to the boy who was now laying limp on the exam table, moaning and whimpering now and then behind the gag. 

“Yes, he had breakfast this morning.” Tony answered. “Well, we can just pump his stomach now and then he’ll be ready for surgery this afternoon. Is there any questions? Or do you feel comfortable leaving Peter in my hands?”

Peter could barely understand what was going on, but when the adults started hinting that they were going to leave him alone with the doctor, the boy began whimpering louder than before and trying to lift his arms to gesture towards the husbands. For a moment he was truly like a child, wanting his Daddies to stay with him, but that feeling was quickly overtaken by disgust at himself. He should not be giving in to this, but everything was too much to process. Bucky noticed the boy shifting on the table and trying to reach for them and made a fond noise in his throat.

“Oh, baby, no reason to cry. We’ll come see you later. And that’s a promise. The doctor will take great care of you.” Tony reassured and rubbed Peter’s stomach soothingly over his clothes. “And he can keep Sharky with him, right?” Tony asked the doctor. 

“Of course. He can keep his stuffie till we get to the OR. Say bye-bye to your Daddies now, Peter.” Stephen said, waving his fingers at the husbands to demonstrate.

Peter shook his head from side to side, trying to show that he did not want the men to leave, even despite hating them. However, the husbands did not take much notice, and both leaned down to kiss the boy’s temple sweetly one last time before leaving the room, and leaving Peter alone with the doctor.

“Finally, just the two of us. Come on then, let’s see what’s happening upstairs. We’ll get you in a comfy bed and then you’ll have a nap with Sharky. How does that sound?” Stephen cooed and moved to pick up Peter, setting the boy on his hip and letting his head rest on his shoulder. “Can you told onto Sharky? No, you’re still so sleepy. That’s all right.” The doctor said and picked up the stuffie in his free hand and then brought Peter out of his office and to the elevator at the end of the hall. He pushed the button to the third floor, which read ‘Surgical Floor’.

Peter wanted to try and fight the doctor off of him, more than anything, but he had no choice but to let the man pick him up and place him on his hip. His cock rubbed against the man’s waist and the boy whimpered as he hid his face so that Strange could not tell him off for it. He was moved to the third floor and placed down in a bed, and from there everything moved so quickly that he could barely recognise what was going on. A range of faces were surrounding him as he laid on the bed, and as more sedatives were pumped into his system he drifted off to sleep, still in a confused panic.

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NCT AS SUBS (1/2)

T A E I L

taeil really isn’t into pain regardless, so perhaps a softer dom might fit his needs and desires a little better

he needs someone who’s willing to let him worship her. sex is about pleasing you, so your needs will always come before his own

that is, once he’s decided he’s done teasing for the night. he’s so bad about annoying you with these behaviors that you actually have to push his head between your thighs

that doesn’t even guarantee much, but a punishment is sure to do the job. he actually learns from them, as opposed to getting off on them

once he gets started though, he just can’t stop

sometimes, he gets so carried away, you’ll cum twice on his fingers before he even begins to use his tongue

your endless praise does nothing but spur him on, make him work harder for his princess

J O H N N Y

blowjobs are johnny’s absolute favorite, even though he can’t stand begging for them

the gentle gasp that always leaves his lips as you kiss the tip of his cock is so cute

soft, breathy moans and whines

teasing is so bittersweet

he’ll open his eyes the moment he feels your lips leave his shaft

desperate, he’ll swallow his pride and beg a little, though just enough to convince you to resume

“please, mommy, make me feel good. i’ll be a good boy for you, i promise.”

T A E Y O N G

taeyong really loves pain, especially if he gets to be on the receiving end

despite this, he isn’t big on disobedience. he knows he doesn’t have to act out to get the roughness he craves, so why would he?

wrap your hand around his throat and squeeze, he loves it

he’ll shamelessly beg you to tighten your grip until his vision becomes fuzzy

face fucking and smothering are two more things he really gets off on

he adores when you sit on his face. his favorite aspect is being unable to breathe until you’re completely satisfied with his work

with only a fleeting second of air as you change positions, he’ll strive to earn each and every one

Y U T A

a lot of the time, yuta’s a pain in your ass just for the sake of it

he loves to test your authority over him, he lives for the ability to do so

he’s always so sure you’re full of empty threats, so he does as he pleases

with a smug look on his face, he’ll run his mouth until you force him to stop

shove your panties in his mouth, sit on his face, just so something to quiet him down

he loves making you so angry, you completely snap. if there’s one thing that drives him crazy, it’s watching you prove him wrong

his favorite forms of punishment are always the most out of character for you, such as slapping, orgasm control, humiliation, and even

K U N

submissive kun would be such a babyboy. not only that, but he may or may not have a mommy kink to accompany that trait

he’s always so eager to please you, eager to take whatever you have in store for him. there isn’t anything he wouldn’t try for you

he just wants to make you happy, whatever that requires

overstimulation is one of his favorite things in the world

he loves how it becomes so painful. no matter how much it hurts—regardless of the tears running down his puffy cheeks—he’ll never ask you to stop

he loves fingering as well

if you toy with him just right, he’ll cum untouched. if he’s especially wound up, the feeling of your fingers alone is enough to make him explode

D O Y O U N G

sometimes, it’s fun to entertain the idea that doyoung’s a blushy babyboy, as opposed to the brat many people canon him as

body worship is his preferred form of foreplay

not because he likes the attention (though he does), but because he enjoys the intimacy of it

the feeling of your lips dancing across his skin, your teeth grazing across his nipples, your fingertips pressing into his thighs—it’s all amazing

he would get off on praise, get off on hearing that he’s doing a good job of pleasing you

hearing your soft murmurs of encouragement will be enough to prompt him to use his tongue with a renewed fervor, a sense of familiar pride washing over him

he’ll do anything you ask, regardless of how you do so. degrade him, praise him... either way, he’s such an obedient boy, he won’t even think of defying you

T E N

the brattiest sub in existence

ten isn’t satisfied unless he has your attention, all of your attention

he gets off on being pampered. he’s especially into watching you worship his body, as seeing how devoted you are to him is such a turn on

if you aren’t paying him any mind this way, he’ll go out of his way to break each and every one of your rules

punishments are so much better than neglect

he’ll slip his hand under your skirt in public, hoping for a spanking later

don’t be afraid to degrade and humiliate him either; he loves the way you talk down to him when you’re angry