Anime characters x reader

kiss the pain away momo yaoyorozu x fem reader

Warnings: mommy kink, oral fixation, breast worship, slight body description, thigh riding, fingering, oral, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, subspace, praise, tribbing

You're not usually this late, not usually this quiet when you text her, not usually this - unlike yourself. Momo could tell something was up when you replied to her text with 'ok' with no emojis, no cute little emoticons or anything - just 'ok'. And when you didn't message that you were on your way home, just unlocked the door and toed your shoes off quietly without saying hello or tripping over the umbrella stand.

You always tripped over the umbrella stand, no matter how many times it was moved or changed. Tonight, you tiptoed around it without even looking where you were going and slouched off your jacket, stained with something, wet with rain and sludge from the unexpected winter shower. Momo could only watch from her place in the living room, cross legged on the sofa and halfway through painting her nails, a documentary about space on in the background to imitate the drawl of your never ending chatter she so dearly loved,

"Baby?" It was hardly a call, careful and calculated to see how you'd react, whether Momo needed to switch headspace's in order to respond, "Baby, are you - do you need me to -?"

You reply with a sigh and a wobbly bottom lip, standing in the wide doorway with mascara staining your under eyes and your shirt crumpled from the day,

"M tired - I -," she can tell that you want to fall, you're teetering on the edge but you refuse, you always do when you get like this. It's not the same when the two of you are in bed, sharing each other's bodies and writhing within the sheets, your lips forming the title and your thoughts disappearing into mush the way Momo absolutely adores. So she just - waits, lets her eyes close for a moment and she feels her ears twitch when you let out an involuntary whimper, one that almost breaks her heart,

"Why don't you go get cleaned up hm?" Her tone changes, it's softer, sterner, not as suggesting but a gentle order that has you perking up, "Take a long shower with that new shampoo and conditioner we bought okay? I know we haven't finished the last stuff, but you deserve it princess," there - she can see the change, see the way you step off the ledge and start falling, "I'll get the bed ready, make it lovely for you to get into straight away alright? Do you think you can manage that sweetheart?

You dip your head and bite your lip, straining against everything you're fighting in your head, but she waits, she'll always wait for you when you're so, so close to being where she knows you need to be. With a silent, subtle nod, you patter off down the hall and into the bathroom, leaving the door open as per the rules the two of you agreed on when you fell into this headspace. It wasn't unwelcome, and it was under very specific circumstances - sure, you called your girlfriend mommy when she was eating you out dirty and sloppy and in the bathroom of a dingy bar downtown but this? When you're so tired you can barely move or speak? When Momo so desperately wants to take care of you and ruin you at the same time? When the two of you come to silent consent that the night will go in a direction that puts huge amount of trust in each other?

It's something Momo, reluctantly, wishes would happen more often. You worked too hard and too long, draining yourself week in and week out, coming home and scoffing whatever she had made or ordered, and then falling into bed. It comes to head every few months or so, like clockwork almost, you working so hard and so intensely that your mind just gives up and demands you let someone else take care of you for once. And tonight? You seem - needier than usual, quicker to fall, quicker to submit and lean into her pillow of trust because when you exit the shower dressed in a t-shirt and panties; you all but burst into needy cries and fall into her lap,

"Please, mommy I - want you to take care of me," you've given up on being shy, given up on fighting it and trying to look strong and powerful next to your pro-hero girlfriend and now, you've finally let yourself reduce down to a needy crybaby who so desperately wants her mommy to take care of her,