#i'd let cooper call me mommy

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JOSH HARTNETT IN TRAP?@*@[@*,÷*#*$ NEED HIM IN MY GUTS RIGHT NOW. IM GOING FOR ROUND 2 TOMORROW

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Can we get a full prompt of Sasha spanking Marcia? Sasha gets a call from Anetra while she’s at work because Anetra caught Marcia playing with themself. Sasha punishes Marcia for being naughty when they thought no one was around

🫣🫣haha I wish this was me

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"Sasha!" Marcia called excitedly as the older woman entered the penthouse, rushing to greet her.

"Hi baby," Sasha cooed, greeting them with a kiss, "how was your day, hmm?"

"It was fine. I didn't have rehearsals at all today."

Sasha hummed, nodding slowly. "Anetra told me you had a really good day. Any reason why she might've said that?"

Marcia went red in the face, mouth going dry as Sasha stared down at her. Usually, the first thing she would do as she came in was kick off her heels, but she kept them on, leaving her a whole head taller than Marcia.

"Cat got your tongue, darling? Do you wanna tell mommy why Anetra called me while I was at work?"

"I-I was touching myself," they admitted quietly. "You were touching yourself? Are you allowed to do that without mommy's permission?" Mouth dry, Marcia shrugged. "I don't know."

"Ohh I see, you don't know. Do you wanna think about it for a while? I can leave you alone in the bedroom to think if that's what you need?"

"No! No, I don't need that. I'm not supposed to touch myself without your permission, mommy."

Sasha cupped Marcia's face in her hand, thumb softly stroking over their cheekbone. "That's right, baby. And remind me, did I give you permission?"

Marcia shook their head, gaze falling to their feet. "No, mommy."

"No, I didn't. Did you finish? You better be honest."

"I-I didn't. I stopped when Netra came home."

"Because you knew she'd tell mommy, right?"

"Yeah."

"You're lucky she's not here because I'd have her help me punish you. You're lucky you've just got me. Now, come with me."

Sasha led them by the hand into the bedroom where she motioned for Marcia to sit on the bed and wait for her. She disappeared into the walk-in closet, leaving Marcia to imagine what type of punishment she might be thinking of.

They didn't have to wait for long as only a moment later, Sasha came back a pink heart-shaped paddle in her hand, gently slapping it against her palm. She sat on the edge of the bed, motioning for Marcia to stand.

"Panties off," she ordered, watching intently as Marcia kicked their lacy panties off to the side, "good, now come here."

Marcia stepped closer, inhaling sharply when Sasha pulled them even closer so that they were standing in between her beds. She trailed a cool hand up the back of Marcia's thigh, squeezing her ass lightly. "Pretty baby," she cooed, "now lay across my lap- that's it, good job."

Marcia situated themself on her lap, taking a deep breath and bracing themself as Sasha lifted their skirt.

"Good job, honey. What's your color right now? Do you remember your safe word?"

"Yeah, green for good, yellow for slow down and red for stop."

"Good," she paused, landing a single warm-up spank onto Marcia's ass, "color?"

"Green," Marcia replied.

"How does 15 spanks sound, hmm? Since you've been so cooperative since mommy's been home I think you'll learn your lesson with 15, does that sound okay?"

"Yes, mommy."

"Wonderful job, baby. I'm going to begin now."

Sasha began with gentle spanks with the palm of her hand, each getting a little harder than the last. At 5, she introduced the paddle, cooing when Marcia whined a bit.

"You're taking your punishment so well, darling. Mommy's so proud of you."

Like with her hand, each spank with the paddle was a little harder than the last. At 10, tears began forming in Marcia's eyes. By 13, tears rolled down her cheeks, splashing on the lavender duvet underneath them.

"Mommy's almost done, pet, just two more, okay?"

Marcia nodded, crying out on the 14th.

"Last one," Sasha soothed.

The 15th came harder than all the rest, Marcia letting out a deep sob from the back of her throat. Tears ran down her cheeks in a stream as Sasha rested a soothing hand over her stinging bottom.

"I'm so proud of you, sweetheart, so so proud. Do you think you learned your lesson, huh?"

"Yes! Yes, I learned my lesson, I'm sorry, mommy!"

Reaching across to the bedside table, Sasha grabbed a bottle of lotion, warming it up in her hands before rubbing it in circular motions over the reddest parts of Marcia's skin. "I accept your apology, kitten. Just don't let it happen again, mommy might not be so nice next time."

Once the lotion was rubbed into their skin, Sasha helped them up, holding onto them as their legs wobbled like Bambi. "Come on, love, let's get you dressed. If you behave yourself the rest of the night, we can have some fun when Netra gets home, how does that sound?"

Marcia sniffled, leaning into Sasha's touch. "Good, it sounds good, mommy."

Sasha kissed her forehead lightly. "Mommy loves you, baby."

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Little One

Caregiver!Emily x Little!Fem!Reader

Fluff-Smut(Mainly smut)

TW/CW: Cg themes, age regression, nickname use, degradation, edging, brat taming, praising, office sex, cursing, begging, masturbation, oral(r receiving), overstimulation, strap on use, choking, cockwarming aftercare

Disclaimer: Age regressing is a normal thing to do if you've experienced trauma from the past. I am an age regressor and this imagine is kinda a self-insert. I try to make self inserting imagines that people who fall into my demographic can relate to when they come to read my imagines. (I only chose for this imagine to be NSFW but agre regression themes are not NSFW!!)

R/l/n - Reader's little nickname

Ps: I thought of this as soon as I woke up and immediately wanted to write for it. It's been a month since I got into the writing groove and I may or may not do a Christmas-themed imagines since I missed Halloween. Hope you all enjoy this coming back imagine. :)

Wc: 2.2k

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I stirred as the sun shined through my bedroom. Turning over to look at the clock it read 9:34 am. It was one of those free weekends when I luckily didn't have to be called in for work. Emily was laying beside me, still sleeping. I poked at her face trying to wake her up.

She groaned lightly before slowly opening her eyes. "Good morning love. How did you sleep?" I have her a thumbs up with a bashful smile on my face. "Are you little today?" Emily questioned. I nodded. "What would you like to do today?" Emily asked as she sat up.

"Um. Can we go shopping today?" I implored. "Of course. Maybe we can go out for breakfast too. You can pick your outfit out for today. How does that sound darling?" Emily knew she had her way with words, sensing that when I would be little all I wanted to do was simple tasks.

I smiled at the nickname and hugged her. "Oh, today is gonna be so fun! I can't wait!" I responded, my excitement evident on my face. Emily chuckled before we both got out of bed. As she was making the bed her phone rang.

"Prentiss." "Who's that?" Emily quickly placed her finger over her mouth signaling me to be quiet. I pouted before going to the dresser, Emily's eyes following me as she continued her conversation. "Yeah, all right. I'll be there in 30." Emily sighed before walking to the dresser as well.

"What happened?" "They want me to come in today to work on some files." I frowned. "Can I come with you? I don't want to be home by myself. It'll be boring." I pouted. Emily carcasses my cheek before kissing my forehead. "Darling, of course, you can with me. Now let's get ready okay?"

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This was the third time I looked at the clock in the past 2 hours. I was slowly getting bored as I sat in the corner of Emily's office. I had already finished coloring and playing on my switch but that was getting boring as well. "Mommy," I spoke. "Yes, Baby-love?" Emily spoke, her eyes still locked on her papers.

"I'm bored," I whined as I shuffled towards her desk. "Did you finish coloring?" I nodded. "Did you play on your switch?" I nodded once again. "I don't know what to tell you, Sweetheart. I'm still busy and I haven't finished this work yet. Just be patient for a little while longer." I groaned loudly as I walked away.

Emily's eyebrows knitted together as she glared at me. "Don't catch an attitude with me. I'm not in the mood for you being a brat today." Emily declared before returning her attention to her papers.

"Whatever," I mumbled under my breath, not caring if she heard or not. She heard that. "Come here," Emily ordered. I knew I'd get into trouble either way if I cooperated or not. I huffed out once more before walking towards her desk.

"What?" I replied, annoyance evident in my voice. I stood with my arms crossed while I looked down at her. "Who do you think you're talking to speaking like that?" I knew that if I kept annoying her I'd get what I want. "I'm talking to Emily Prentiss. That's whom I'm talking to."

Emily was beyond pissed at this point. "Oh, really huh? You really wanna stand there and test my patience?" Emily growled as she turned her chair towards me. I rolled my eyes adding the cherry on top.

Emily scoffed before ordering, "Go close my door and shut my curtains." My heart dropped at those words. I pissed her off this time. I followed her orders. "Put your toys away and I'll deal with you afterward."

I walked over to my area and slowly put my toys away. I knew Emily was watching my every move as I put my things away in the bag I brought with me. After putting my things away I walked back over to Emily.

I tried to keep the same composure but I seemingly failed to do so. "What? Not so brave are we now huh? I know what you're doing. Trying to act like a slutty brat so that you can get Mommy's attention. I won't work that easy sweetheart." Emily cooed as her eyes danced across my body, observing every inch of me.

I began to breathe heavily at her words. Emily stood up before saying, "Bend over on my desk. Don't expect to be cumming anytime soon." I whimpered as she moved her chair back so that I can move in front of her.

I proceeded to move in front of her and pressed my body on the cold surface. "Don't move." I nodded as I waited for her next order. Emily then proceeded to lift the floral dress I was wearing, tear my tights in the process. I gasped at the sudden action while she ripped my panties as well.

I let out a soft moan as she let her fingers glide along my folds, spreading the arousal to my clit, then back to my center. "Shh.Shh. Don't make any noises sweetheart before I have to make you quiet." Emily threatened as I whimpered as I clenched on nothing.

"You just want to be Mommy's fucktoy, don't you? Huh?" I moaned out in response as she placed one finger inside of me, pumping it in and out slowly. "You're gonna have to use your words baby-love." Emily cooed. "Y-yes. Please.." I whined as I was slowly coming undone without Emily even trying.

"Please. What? Didn't I tell you to use your words?" Emily sounded irritated at this point. "Please... Fuck me, Mommy." I obeyed. "Do you think you deserve it slut?" Emily spoke angrily, "After all you're the one who decided to be a brat and catch an attitude with me."

Emily placed another finger inside of me without warning and thrust deep and roughly, earning a loud gasp from me. She began to pick up her speed while lapping at my clit with her tongue. I felt my legs beginning to shake as my knuckles turned white from holding onto the mahogany-colored desk.

I began to see stars are I was a few seconds away from cumming, my moans sounding high pitched now. "Mommy!! Oh my gosh, I'm... gonna cum. Oh, fuck!" I groaned out as her tongue made rough circles along my clit. I arched my back, pulling myself back onto Emily's face. Just as I was about to become undone, Emily pulled away quickly.

I whined at the loss of touch from the brunette-haired woman. "Why did you stop." I let out breathy moans trying to regain my breath. "I told you that you weren't cumming," Emily giggled, "Sluts don't get to cum until mommy tells them to."

She snickered with a fake pout upon her face, turning me around while placing the fingers that she used to fuck me with inside of my mouth. I licked her finger clean before she pulled them out with a popping noise. Emily shifted over to the side of her desk digging into the drawer.

She pulls out a bottle of lube and sits back down on her chair. "Spread your legs out and play with your pretty little pussy for me." Lust was emitting out of Emily's voice as she unbuckled her belt. To my surprise pulled out a strap on that was hiding under her belt.

Emily watches me intently as she put lube on her hand. I let out a breathy moan as she slowly stroked her cock. I rubbed slow circles on my clit, shivering as the sensitive feeling. “Fuck, Do you see how hard I am for you?” Emily moaned as if she was actually stroking her cock. “I do. Mommy, please fuck me..”

I whimpered at the feeling of me coming undone again. “I’m gonna cum.” I rubbed faster, building up momentum. “Stop touching yourself,” Emily ordered. I kept going, not listening to her. Just before she could stop me I finally came, my arousal dripping onto her desk. Emily frowned. “Didn't I tell you not to cum?” Emily got up from her chair walking towards me.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “Don’t say sorry to me. Say sorry to yourself because I'm not the one that about to be punished.” Emily spat. In a quick motion, she thrusts her cock inside of me without giving me any warning. Emily let her hands hold my hips down as she gained a rhythm.

I pulled Emily closer to me as I peppered kisses on her neck, resting my hands on her shoulders. "Ohh fuck! Just like that Em... Oh, that feels so good." I cried out as she lets her hands grab my ass, giving it a good squeeze.

Emily places greedy kisses down my jawline, trailing down to my shoulders. "Do you see how pretty you are taking my cock like this? Mommy is the only one that can make you feel like this baby love. How greedy you are for me to touch you and give what you want," Emily peered into my eyes, "I'm the only one that can make you cum like this. No one can make you beg like how I can. You're mine and you know it."

You'd have to admit that Emily's possessiveness over you was bringing you over the edge. She knew it too. How you'd be trembling underneath her. If you were to be asked if you were gonna cum, your immediate answer would obviously be yes.

Your hips faltered as you were reaching your high again. “Emily… I’m gonna cum.” Emily knew how vocal I could get when we’re having sex but at the same time, she knew I could get cared away as well. Emily placed her hand over my mouth, pulling out before I could cum again. I let out a muffled moan at the empty feeling of her cock not being inside of me.

Emily reached to grab another toy inside of her dresser. She pulled out a black vibrator wand, plugged it in, and turn it up to the highest setting. She placed the wand on my now swollen clit, rubbing it up and down.

“Uhh... Fuck.. Emily..” I croaked, my voice cracking from the intense pleasure. I squeezed her forearms tightly, rolling my hips into the wand. “Just like that baby. Look how wet you are for me.” Emily let the wand massage my clit roughly, earning a throaty moan from me. “Please... Emily, I need to cum...” I twitched as my orgasm was so close.

Emily pulled the wand away from me cumming. Edging me so many times that my body was gonna give out. Tears wielded my eyes at the overstimulation from not being able to cum. Emily placed kisses along my collar bone. “Will you be a good girl for me?” Emily questioned as she pulled the wand away again.

I nodded frantically. I needed some kind of release because the edging was driving me absolutely crazy. “Use your words sweetheart.” Emily’s cock teased my entrance. "I promise I'll be a good girl for you. I want you inside of me. I- I need your cock inside of me. Please. Make me cum." I knew I deserved this torture but all I wanted was to be good again. Furthermore, I pissed Emily off on purpose but being a brat was the whole purpose but her not letting me cum was annoying.

"Oh? You want to be a good girl now?" Emily questioned while sliding her cock inside of me with the combination of putting the vibrator back on my clit. Her free hand kept my hips steady. "What happened to you being a brat early? Hm? I know you knew better than to disobey Mommy like that darling..." At this Emily was fucking me at a speed that would make me cum at anything soon.

"But look at you now. Begging to cum all because you wanted to disobey me. I have so much control over you darling," All the while Emily was pounding to me she let her hand that was resting on my hip make its way to my throat, drawing the airflow from it. Bringing me to a light-headed state.

"Emily! Holy shit! I'm cumming!" I declared. Emily withdrew her hand from my throat and placed it over my mouth, drowning out my moaning, while my body spasms from the most intense orgasm I've had all day.

Emily pulled the vibrator away from me as I came down from my peak. Emily kissed my forehead and cleaned me up with a tissue. "Do you feel better now sweetheart?" Emily cleans the toy before putting it away. "Yeah, that was amazing." I chuckled, still out of breath.

"I'm glad. Next time Mommy won't be so easy on you okay darling? You can't be a brat so you can get what you want all right?" Emily rubbed my back, soothing me.

By this point from outside looking in it appeared to anyone that I was just sitting on her lap facing her but the truth is her cock was still buried inside of me. "You know I'm still inside of you right?" I nodded before adjusting on it, moaning a little bit, then resting my head on her chest. "I'm sleepy Mommy." My eyes were getting heavy now.

I basically could fall asleep any moment now. "All right baby- love. I'm gonna finish working on my paperwork. I love you." Emily said before working again. "I love you too," I mumbled before drifting off to sleep.

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My boy

Sebastian Stan x Singlemother!reader

Summary: He wasn't there for his first steps but he ain't missed a ball game yet and that ain't ever gonna change he could never walk away yeah, he's his son and that's his choice he ain't his blood but he's his boy

Warnings: fluff. Mentions a father leaving but it's brief. Emotional go get some dang tissues.

Song: My Boy by Elvie Shane

Ps. You son will have a random last name just because he would take the dad's name and you'll see why when you start reading.

He ain't got my smile, that don't bother me a bit He's got somebody else's eyes I'm seeing myself in

You sat on a park bench watching your two boys play, one being your son, Cooper, and the other being your boyfriend, Sebastian Stan. This warmed your heart, Cooper's dad left before Cooper was 2 he never had a father figure. Well before you started dating Sebastian a year ago, they only met two months ago and they were already so close.

"Mommy! Sebby said we could go out for ice cream now!" Your son came running up to you, Sebastian right behind him.

"Can we please?" Sebastian asked. You chuckled nodding.

I'm holding on to every moment, God knows I've missed a few the day we met I knew I had some catching up to do

The scariest thing you ever did was tell Sebastian about cooper, but he was supportive wanting to meet him as soon as you'd let him. So after ten months of dating you stood holding your son on your lap waiting for Sebastian to get to the restaurant.

"Hi sorry I'm late traffic." He said sitting down smiling. "Is this the little guy? He's so cute." He was quick to start talking to your son. "I'm Sebastian."

"I cooper!" Cooper said happily.

"I like your shirt buddy."

He ain't my blood, ain't got my name but if he did, I'd feel the same

You were busy at work so you sent Sebastian to pick up Cooper from school which was where he was now.

"Excuse me? I'm here to pick up Cooper Collins." He said to the front desk worker, you told him he'd have to go inside to pick him up because it is the first time he's picked him up and they'd need to do some approving stuff.

"You name."

"Sebastian Stan."

"What grade is he in?"

"First grade."

"How do you know the child?"

"I'm his... Dad?" He stated but came out as a question, he doesn't know if you'd like him saying that but none the less he did.

"It says here your not on the list to pick him up. Nor does he have the same last name as you. Is he your real child?"

"Well, I'm his stepdad." He answered.

"Oh not your real child. Hang on i need to call his mom to make sure your allowed to pick him up go sit down there." Sebastian swallowed thickly going to sit down not liking, how no one saw him as the boy's father but the guy who left the boy was considered his father still.

I wasn't there for his first steps but I ain't missed a ball game yet and that ain't ever gonna change I could never walk away yeah, he's my son and that's my choice he ain't my blood but he's my, he's my boy

Last game of the season the playoffs. Cooper plays football and has since he was old enough, now at 17, you and Sebastian have been his biggest supporters never missing a single game.

Cheers erupted the stadium as Cooper made it across the goal line getting the winning touch down but one cheer you knew he'd never taken for granted was louder then the rest.

"Yeah!!! That's my boy! Good job son!" Sebastian exclaimed, your younger son and daughter that you had with Sebastian copying their father.

"Good job Coop!" The young voices exclaimed. Cooper looked at the stadium straight at Sebastian smiling.

It hit me like a train, the first time he called me dad in a three stick figure crayon picture with all of us holding hands his mama said, "I understand if it's too soon for this" I didn't let her finish, I took it to the kitchen and I stuck it on the fridge, yeah

Cooper was in Sebastian's office coloring while Sebastian read through scripts and stuff. Cooper was quick to grab his attention when he finished the drawing, which happened to be just when you walked in to check on them. You quickly noticed it.

A drawing, three stick figures one labeled dad, not sebby like so many of the other drawings he didn't had no it said Dad, Me, and Mom on it. Sebastian looked at it just as surprised as you.

"I understand if it's too soon for the" you began, but Sebastian was already leaving the room with Cooper on his hip. He went to the kitchen putting right on the front of the fridge for anyone to see.

He ain't my blood, ain't got my name but if he did, I'd feel the same I wasn't there for his first steps but I ain't missed a ball game yet and that ain't ever gonna change I could never walk away

"Coop we need to talk come here, Fuile." Sebastian said from the couch. (Son/sonny I used google translate so you can correct me if I'm wrong)

"Yes Daddy?" The 8 year old boy asked.

"I'm going to propose to your mommy... If your okay with that." He said hesitantly.

"Yeah! Yes! Da!" He said speaking a small bit of Romanian that Sebastian had taught him. (Yes)

"Okay now how do I ask her any ideas?"

He's Saturday morning cartoons

You walked into the living room looking for your husband and son as neither of them were in your bed or Cooper's bed. You saw, Sebastian sitting on the couch Cooper cuddled up into his side drinking a juice box, as Sebastian focused on the Tv.

He's "Hey, can I sleep in your room?"

"Daddy! Can I sleep in here?" Cooper said shaking Sebastian. "Thanos is in my closet!" Sebastian stirred awake regretting letting the 7 year old watch infinity war.

"Sure come on don't wake your mom up." He scooted over letting the boy scoot in.

He's bigger than the plans I had he's making me a better man

You stared at the man you loved as he said his vows, when he stopped he turned around waving Cooper to come over. Chris Evans who had been standing behind him in the line of grooms men, gave him a gentle push encouraging. The only people who knew what was about to happen was Sebastian, Anthony, and Chris. Sebastian didn't let you in on it.

"Come here coop." He said gently, leaving the guests and you confused. Your maid of honor looked at you confused but you shrugged. Cooper stood in front of you now facing Sebastian. Sebastian knelt down pulling a piece of paper from his pocket.

"Cooper." He took a deep breath, giving you a reassuring smile. "Five years ago when your mom told me she had a little 4-year-old little boy I knew my life would change." He said. "I didn't know the extent of it until I met you two months later." He took a deep breath looking at you to see you struggling not to cry. "I don't think I ever thought that would be how I became a dad. But I'm proud that it was. And I'm proud that I can say I'm your dad. Step or not." He finished, he had the guests in tears, you were in tears, all of the groom's men were in tears, but most importantly Cooper was crying. Sebastian wouldn't lie he was suppressing tears. He pulling Cooper into a hug giving you a smile. This was the best surprise you could've gotten. Your son was the most important thing to you, and to know Sebastian went through the time and effort to do this surprise it was more to you then anything.

After a moment Cooper was waved back over to Chris just as Sebastian, Chris, and Anthony planned and the wedding went on.

He ain't my blood, ain't got my name but if he did, I'd feel the same

Christmas morning, Cooper is ten years old, all the presents were opened except one, you had both of your youngest two, Jaden and Ana on your lap recording. Sebastian was watching as Cooper dug through the wrapping. Your parents sat behind you watching, as well as Sebastian's mom and step dad.

"An envelope?" Cooper looked up confused.

"Open it." You encouraged.

He opened it reading the papers till his eyes found the large words "ADOPTION PAPERS".

"Holy cow!" He exclaimed. "You want to adopt me! Yes yes yes a thousand times yes!" The boy said setting down he papers gently and bolting into his dad's arms knocking the man over.

"I'm glad." Sebastian chuckled hugging him back.

I wasn't there for his first steps but I ain't missed a ball game yet and that ain't ever gonna change I could never walk away yeah, he's my son and that's my choice he ain't my blood but he's my, he's my boy yeah, he's my, he's my boy

A/n: this didn't take as long as I thought it would to write.