Multi-Fandom One Shots

Mommy Knows Best | Ray Palmer

Summary: After you get injured on a mission, Ray stays behind to comfort you. But you end up comforting him.
Warnings: mommy kink, msub, begging, milking, handjob, facesitting, aftercare, L-bombs, praise

"Relax, Ray. It's just a fracture." You roll your eyes at the cast Gideon put you in. You don't need it! At least, that's what you tell yourself to soothe your ego. "Sara, tell him!"

Sara frowns. "You two can stay behind and watch the ship. The team and I will be back after we fix the constitution."

"But-"

Sara cuts you off with a single look. "Stay. Ray, make sure she doesn't try anything."

Ray nods. "Good luck."

You huff as she leaves, listening silently as her and the team exit the ship. You stand up, ignoring Ray's protests and make your way to your room. Putting pressure on the injury doesn't even hurt, although the pain reliver Gideon injected probably helped. They're making you stay behind for a fractured ankle? Mick will never let you hear the end of it.

Ray sits next to you on your bed. "Calm down, you'll be good as new in a few days. Then you can go back out there and risk your life to save me again."

You look over at him and your anger immediately evaporates. He stares down at his hands, trying to hide the guilty expression on his face.

"Ray, I'm okay." You promise. "This isn't your fault."

"Yes it is, if I was watching James Madison more closely, you wouldn't be hurt. You threw yourself in front of me to protect me. I'm so sorry, I hate seeing you like this. I just want you to be happy and healthy, and I put that in jeopardy."

You move closer to him and put a hand on his cheek, wiping away a stray tear that's escaped from his eye. "Ray, I would have done the exact same thing for anyone else on the team. Would you be angry at Sara if I got hurt trying to protect her?"

"No." He sniffles.

You kiss his nose. "Then don't be angry at yourself. I'm not." You kiss his forehead, his cheeks, every inch of his face but his lips and giggle at his blush. "I love you."

He pulls away, flopping down on the bed, his face beet red. "I love you too." He grins up at you. "So, what should we do to pass the time? We could watch Jurassic Park, play chess, oh I know! Let's finish the ten thousand piece puzzle! We haven't worked on it since 1847."

You smirk at his enthusiasm and shake your head. "I had something different in mind. You know we hardly ever get alone time on the ship…" You trail off, tracing your fingers across his stomach.

His body instantly reacts to your words. Like a switch, he turns into putty beneath your touch. The fabric of his jeans already begins to strain. "I like your suggestion much better."

You remove your hand, feining indecision. "I don't know, I really wanted to finish that puzzle."

He tries to sit up, but you hold him down onto the bed. "You're going to make me beg, aren't you?"

You grin. "You're such a smart boy." You begin to trace your hand along his body, feeling his toned arms, his hard abs, his thick thighs. You purposely stay away from where he wants you the most, watching as he squirms helplessly.

"Please." He whimpers. "Please don't tease me."

You spread his legs and sit between them, silently cursing the cast beneath you. He doesn't seem to care as he stares up at you, biting his lip. You run both hands up his thighs, stoping and stroking your thumbs over the buldge in his jeans. "Or perhaps we could read that book, what was it called? The one about-"