Simon has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from chuckling in your face, taking a slow, deep breath. You glance up at his face, raising an eyebrow, blinking once before realization dawns on you.
"Oh, that's supposed to be sexy. Sorry, I hate eye contact." You say honestly, placing a kiss on Simon's lips and leaning back on the bed. "Maybe we can use a blindfold." You offer and Simon's grin gets wider.
What if the reader fell asleep while on Konig's dick. Like they were riding him (he was moving them for them) and they already had their face against his chest, but all of a sudden they just slump a bit more. What would he do?
"Liebling?" König nudges your head with his nose, chuckling when you let out the softest snore. He knew you were already tired when you started pawing at his cock. He told you that you would fall asleep, but you had begged, whined so so sweetly for him to 'just fuck me, please -"
Of course, he had to give you what you asked for. "Oh, you poor sleepy thing." He coos as he cups your ass a little more firmly, leaning back on the couch. "Your Dad always has to take care of everything for you, huh?"
He bounces you quickly, careful not to jostle you around too much. "That's alright... I love taking care of you." You let out the softest little moans when he hits that sweet spot inside of you, face twisting sleepily. Even in your sleep, you sucked him in, squeezing around him tight until he came deep inside you.
"Sleep well, little one. I'll keep you warm in my lap."
"Hey, baby, you gotta wake up." Robby coos as he rubs your hip under the blanket. "If you're not up by the time Jack gets home, you know he'll be mad."
"Noo, I'm so tired." You groan, burying your face into the pillow when Robby peels open your blackout curtains.
"Well, did you stay up all night watching Korean convenience store videos again?" He teases as he cradles you in his arms, lifting you up to carry you to the bathroom.
"No... Was watching restaurant videos." You mumble, whining a little when he sets you on the bathroom counter. "I want to go back to bed. It's five in the morning." You huff as robby nudges your mouth open with your toothbrush.
"Aww, is my poor baby tired?" He mocks softly as he throughly brushes your teeth for you. "Well, I'm sure Jack will let you take a nap with him after you work out."
You loved your boyfriends, but you sometimes hated how strict of a schedule they kept you on. Sure, you felt better than ever before, but something about it didn't seem fair.
"If you're really good, maybe you can have your favorite bunny shaped waffles." Robby coos, groping your ass when you bend over the counter to spit out the toothpaste. "Be good and start the coffee pot for me."
Simon should've known that the operation was going too smoothly when he heard one of the capsules dispurse. You reeled away from the thick white cloud that puffs from the canister, the sweet scent assaulting your nose. You immediately hold your breath as Johnny yanks out the capsule and tosses it, the metal screeching on the concrete as it rolls away.
"You alright? Did you breathe it in?" Johnny asks immediately as the three of you clamor into the helicopter. Simon secures the rest of the capsules, watching you out of the corner of his eye.
"A little. I'm fine, Johnny." You assure quickly, head swimming as you slump into your seat. Your face flushes hot, fumbling with your straps for your seat. Your fingertips tingle, hands clumsy like they'd been cast in concrete.
"The fuck is in these things?" Simon mutters as he cups your jaw, forcing you to look at him. "What is it? Feeling sick? Is it a powerful aphrodisiac?" He presses as Johnny secures you in the helicopter. You whimper as you try to form words, his stern tone bringing tears to your eyes.
Why were you crying? Why was everything so loud? Why couldn't you talk? Simon squeezes your face to get your attention, shaking your head slightly. "Hey, answer me. What's going on?"
You blink owlishly at him, a tear dribbling down your cheek as you shakily grab hold of his wrist. "Papa?"
"You're being so mean to me." You sniffle, gasping with the next pull to your underwear. Johnny quickly stuffs his socks into your mouth, rubbing them against your tongue.
"Course I am. You fucking love it, too." He huffs into your ear, yanking your panties even harder now that you were gagged. "Think I can't see the wet spot forming? Or did you piss yourself again?"
You squeal in pain when your toes leave the floor, dangling helplessly for a few seconds before he sets you down. "Johnny!" You freeze in place, cringing when you hear the very familiar voice of your boss. Johnny turns to face his captain, dragging you with him with the grip on your waistband. "If you're going to strip them naked, you do it in the barracks."
"Message received, sir."
You flush in humiliation, trying to plea for help through the nasty gag in your mouth. "You're done with your work for the day, aren't you? You can spend your free time however you please. Don't involve me." He chuckles despite your begging eyes.
Johnny wastes no time dragging you to his barracks, bouncing you every few steps to make you trip on your feet. "Did you want Price to save you? Hmm? You're not a pretty little barracks bunny. You're a little nerd who really likes getting fucked by their panties, huh?"
You should be relieved when Johnny gets you inside his barracks, but he immediately guides you to the closet. He easily handles you into the chair that's waiting inside, hitching your undeewear over the back of it. You arch the best you can to aliviate the burning in your crack, letting Johnny strap you down into the chair.
"There we go.. Just sit here and think about how stupid it was for you to try and ask Price for help. You're supposed to be smarter than that. Just wait here until I'm ready for you." Johnny pinches your slightly bulging cheek before shutting the closet door.
"You don't have a family. You don't even have a dog."
"I have a little." Grace felt his blood roaring in his ears, his hands in tight fists on his knees. "You can't separate us. They have nowhere to go."
"We're aware of that. We've made arrangements." Strat clears her throat to get his attention. "Since they haven't been adopted by you yet, we had to pull some serious strings." His heart drops, stomach churning painfully as he realized what she was saying.
"You can't send them with me! I'm not an astronaut. They've never been in space! You can't do this to them!" He explodes, backing away when the men in suits start to approach.
"Please sit down, and we'll do this differently." Strat pleads as she watches Grace scramble on the counter and out of the room. Her shoulders shook slightly as she watched taking out her phone. "Yeah, he's running." She sighs into the line before she hangs up the phone. She finds your room next, already unconscious and getting prepared for ship transfer. She felt awful that they had lied to you, too. A simple check-up was a good guise to getting you in the room, but that hadn't made this easy.
"Take care of each other." She whispers as she presses a kiss to your head. "You two will save us. I know you will."
You woke up almost two weeks after Grace, which gave him enough time to at least remember who you were. His little one stuck with him in space where you absolutely didn't belong. At least there were plenty of supplies for you, especially when you woke up terrified and screaming.
"Hey, hey, hey baby, it's okay..." Grace whispers as you scramble away from him slightly. "Well, it's not. It's not okay, but I'm here, okay? Papa's here." He soothes coaxing you towards him with a stuffed animal closest to him.
"The little one is in a very small headspace and needs to be changed. They are also hungry." The ship announces, which startles you enough to crawl into his lap.
"Thank you, Mary.." He rubs your back, watching you squeeze the plushie against your face. "That's it... I'm glad that you're awake with me. It was really lonely all by myself." You look up at him, smiling slightly as you reach out to touch his glasses.
Grace changed you into a diaper and a softer jumpsuit before Mary gave him a bottle of some kind. "Nutritional supplements that are good for the little one. Only one bottle for now." She explains, which makes Grace sigh.
If you were anything like him, you would still be hungry after. Maybe you wouldn't fuss. He makes sure to angle the bottle down so you don't drink too fast, even when it makes your face scrunch angrily. His memories were still so fuzzy, to the point he barely remembered himself, but he rembered you.
He knew he had to take care of himself so he could care for you. Maybe along the way, he would remember who he is.
Lactating König who has the most sensitive tits anyone's ever seen. His nipples are almost always hard, leaking milk the moment he got to swollen. Using pumps was convenient, but they hurt his chest. He just wanted something that would relieve him without leaving him so sore and aching.
That's when the 141 comes along. König is only there temporarily, but Kyle notices the wet spots on the front of his shirt two days in. "Hey, man, you leaking?" He teases, reaching out and giving the perky nipple a soft pinch.
König groans quietly as he grinds his teeth together, jeans getting tight. "Yes, I'm sorry. Could not find the time to pump this morning." Johnny was pushing Kyle's hands out of the way to shuck Königs shirt off.
"Why didn't you say anything, huh? Team mates help each other out." He teases as he watches the milk pebble out of the swollen buds. "Just say the word." Königs eyes flick between Kyle and Johnny's face, the pain in his chest quickly outweighing his humiliation.
"Please?" The Sargeants descend on his chest, lapping and suckling for milk. Kyle immediately starts kneading the large man's pecs to guide more milk into his greedy mouth. John stares in disappointment and hunger at the scene across from him, eyes boring into a whimpering König.
"You can't even focus through a breifing without your tits leaking." König opens his mouth to plead his case, but John hushes him immediately. "Just be a good milk bag and keep my men fed. We don't need to hear from you."
Indulging in more regressed Simon before I go to sleep.
The drive home was quiet, except for some soft music playing on the radio. You made a playlist of soothing music once Simon started embracing his regression. It both soothed him and kept him feeling small and safe. Simon didn't take his mask off, but you could see the pacifier bobbing underneath it.
"Did you get to eat any of your lunch today, baby?" You ask softly as you pull into the garage, making sure the door fully shuts behind you. Simon shakes his head no, whining a little when you click your tongue.
"Tried to, mama." He slurs around the silicone nub in his mouth.
"I know you did, baby. That just means Mama can make you a special lunch today." You keep your tone even as you unbuckle him from the car and guide him into the house. "Do you want a sandwich, or some noodle soup?"
"Sandwich, Mama." Simon insists, flinching back a little when you reach for his face. Your hands still for a moment until he gives you a small nod before you gently remove his mask. You could see his brain working hard to force out words as you guide him to the dining room table. You retrieve his communication tablet, settling it down in front of him before you start making him something safe to eat.
You stuck too simple. Simon was comfortable with simple. Pb&j, some sliced grapes, and three cut-up cheese sticks.
"Mama, want to watch TV with lunch." Simon types out, an automated voice reading off the request. You give him a smile, beckoning him to follow you to the living room. You set his sectioned plate down on the table with his sippy cup of apple juice, waiting for him to sit down before you settle on the couch behind him.
"Now just look at these curls... Mama loves them so much, sweet boy." You whisper as you stroke his head, turning on the TV and putting Scooby-Doo on for him to watch. "Good sandwich, baby?" Simon lets out a pleased grunt, leaning his back against your legs.
You'd have to ask him what triggered him at work. He wouldn't want the conversation, no matter how needed it would be. But for now, you gently scratch his scalp, easing tension out of his body bit by bit. For now, he was just your baby boy to take care of.
