#I wrote mommy kink

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

it wasn’t my thing but now it might be holy FUCK that was amazing and i’m cherishing it forever

THANK YOU NONNY I appreciate you justifying my. uh. worse-than-usual moment of insanity. I don't know where that came from and I'm not sure I want it to appear again but here we are. Gotta follow the muse and all that.

[tojisun]

umm poly!141 + valeria and simon with his fingers shoved into your mouth telling you not to be too loud bc ‘you dont want mommy to hear me ruining her li’l girl, do you?’ and being able to feel simon’s hips stutter every time you buck up at the mention of her and the way he has to muffle a moan into your chest when you start crying because of how sensitive you’re getting

brother this made my kitty flutter im shaking at work

simon’s pressing the taunts on your skin, dragging the words like fiery kisses until he’s digging sharp canines into the tender press of your jugular. he laughs at the rumbled sound of your broken keen, your tongue useless between the spaces of his fingers, and chances a knowing glance at the gleaming red dot snug in the shelf, between your collection of books.

he knows they're watching him ruin you, sweet girl.

simon laps at the angry dent his teeth left and pulls back just enough to see your pretty face, all wet and blotchy from your tears. you look so utterly ruined, debauched in that pornographic way that sends a storm of tremors racing down his synapses, and he thinks how he gets it now—

valeria's mocking croons; her heavy hand against your supple skin; her detachment, the one she slips in so easily when it comes to you.

being mean to you is such a prize.

"y'know mommy hates it when we play with her darlin' without her," simon murmurs, eyes flicking down to where he is connected to you, watching raptly at the glistening ring of your cunny, puffy from overuse, as he pulls out slowly, deliberate in prolonging the dizzying itch. he knows you don't like it when they're like this—punishingly slow, forcing your pussy to adjust to the wrongness of being empty. all hollowed.

only when the head is left does he look back at you. he curls his brows, faux worry, before pressing down on your tongue again. then, he whispers, almost like the two of you are sharing a sweet secret, "so be quiet f'me, yeah? we don't want mommy t'be angry."

you couldn't even give him a proper reply, one that would surely be gargled, before simon snaps his hips snug to your pelvis, bullying all of his cock back in your weeping cunt. the reaction is instantaneous—pussy spraying, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull, and a wretched cry tearing from your throat.

simon grins and he knows it looks unkind.

"puta madre," valeria laughs, plucking the cigar that john passed to her, and turns to look at him. "your boy fucks good."

john chuckles, deep baritones almost reverberating.

"doesn't he?" he replies, pride curling in his words.

in the silence, they turn back to the screen and watch; their own need growing, burning, ready to lash out.

[call-me-pup2]

Need a cute boy that will lay in bed with me to watch TV. His head on my chest, my fingers tracing shapes on his back while I'm focused on the screen. His leg over mine, his arms draped over my waist. So soft and cute but will do any dirty thing I ask him to

[jesuistrestriste]

sub!art with a major mommy kink

ooohohohoho boy do i have some stuff for u

(hyperlinked them 4 u)

‘Taboo’ : sub!art donaldson fic w mommy kink

small feminization thirst post w mommy kink mention

dilf sub!art w mommy kink (ask)

art donaldson has a mommy kink; i just know it. it’s hardwired into his nervous system. calling you mommy just gets him going, like he needs to feel taken care of and nurtured before you ruin his pretty body :/

he especially loves to say it when he’s asking (begging) you for something.

“please, mommy” this and “i’ll be good, mommy” that. he’s so into it.

[wulvercazz]

🤭 having 🍼thoughts🍼 pls enjoy✨

// lactation , adult breast feeding , possible mpreg if you want to think there is ?? / omegaverse also possible??? or just because tbh, Ichigo being a boob man

thinking about Grimm’s milky tibbies 🫢💦 also thinking about Ichigo going feral over them, quite literally. starts as teasing and touching like he always does, until the tiniest drop has him suddenly ravenous.

it’s pretty much the first conscious thing Ichigo’s tasted that’s of hollow nature; the hollow blood in him is singing.

…the hollow that’s outwardly interacting with the world is growling possessively around his teat when Grimmjow asks what the fuck he’s doing.

Ichigo pawing at him as if Grimmjow’s both prey and mate after the first accidental taste, is not a feeling he’s ever considered, or believes he can enjoy for that matter.

but there’s no taking Ichigo away from his meal right now, is there? suckling away with dazed, inked, eyes that are almost glowing golden; sharper clawed hands half kneading, half pulling at Grimmjow’s whole ribcage.

Grimmjow would be pissed if only the feeling of him didn’t stir him so; if only the little pervert wasn’t absentmindedly humping away at his groin as he fed.

all he can really do is awkwardly pat Ichigo’s head with annoyance and the most uncomfortable arousal he’s ever felt;… and bark a warning growl of his own at the aggressive little shit his mate has turned into on top of him when he growls again under his touch.

he might just start scruffing the fuck out of Ichigo, he might allow this, for now— but the feral Vasto is on thin fucking ice.

[pe0ple3ater]

Waves. Hey, uh, I said to myself, "If this Mike mommy kink thing gets 40 notes, I'll post more," and then in like twenty minutes, you guys crushed that, so here! It's not super long and also completely unedited, but enjoy <3

Fit is a good dog.

Mike likes these times with him, when Fit is good and desperate and needy. He'd basically begged Mike for this.

Mike is laid out on his and Pac's bed, stretched comfortably on the sheets. He's naked save for the neon green and blue plaid mini skirt and matching thong that doesn't hide his cock at all. Fit had lost his fucking mind when he'd seen how Mike had dressed up for him, rightfully so. Mike knows he looks good.

Anyway, Fit's got both of Mike's legs over his shoulder and his cock wedged between Mike's thick thighs. He's completely naked save for the green collar clipped around his throat and the black leash wrapped around Mike's fist, held taunt to keep Fit bent over him.

It feels good, Fit fucking between his thighs. Mike hadn't been up for actually fucking but Fit basically drools over Mike's thighs any time he gets to see them so when Mike proposed this, Fit jumped on it immediately.

Fit whines loudly, he's completely still with Mike's thighs tight at the base of his cock. Mike had snapped out at a quick "be still" and Fit had stopped moving immediately. He'd really wanted to just enjoy looking at Fit, maybe also show Pac to be a tease. Fit's good. He's been good. Fit turns his head and presses his face against Mike's legs, kissing softly at the skin and rubbing his cheek against him. Mike coos softly, and his thighs tighten, wringing a little groan from Fit.

"Mike- mommy, please." Fit whimpers, looks at Mike desperately. Mike groans, and his dick twitches between his legs. Mike laughs breathlessly and tugs the leash harshly, causing Fit to bend over him more. Fit whimpers again, and his hands tighten around Mike's thick thighs, squeezing lightly. "Please, feels so good," he gasps out, hips twitching a little. Mike coos, Fit is so cute when he begs. Honestly, every time that word comes out of Fit's mouth Mike gets closer and closer to doing whatever the fuck Fit asks.

There's something about it, being called mommy. Mike is a pretty masculine person, but gender is stupid and really he doesn't care what people call him. Being called mommy though, it sends a rush of power straight through him. Fit seems to like it too, and yeah Mike will be his mommy if he wants.

"Go on, cadela," he purrs and Fit groans, fucking hard between Mike's legs. The slide is easy, Fit drips like a faucet and they've been at this long enough for the area between Mike's legs to be slick and smooth.

"Thank you mommy, thank you. You feel so good," Fit gasps out, voice pathetic and breaking with every thrust. Mike smiles and squeezes his legs together, enjoying the way Fit shudders and his nails dig into Mike's skin. His dick is aching between his legs, but he's not really feeling like dealing with it. He's content to lay here and let Fit fuck himself silly like a dirty animal.

[lexa-griffins]

Yes to power bottom Lexa and service top Clarke. Lexa is Clarke's therapist helping her work out her mommy issues. Lexa learns that Clarke is better at acting out her emotions (through fucking) than talking about them.

Damn, you guys waste NO time! 🤭

Nearly a year of therapy, and Clarke has made no progress at all. And Lexa likes her, you know. She's witty and sarcastic, and she makes sessions fun in between dealing with patients who tend to have heavier stories.

However nothing seems to change, really. Clarke is still angry at her mother, still yearning for something for something Abby has long since decided she wont be giving her. And Lexa has realizing that anger and yearning seem to be mixing in a way Clarke cannot let out.

Fucking a patient is downright unethical. There is a power unbalance that couls cost Lexa her license and her practice but she wants to see Clarke get better. The idea didn't happen spontaneously, all derived to Clarke going on another angry tirade against her mother that ended up in her apologizing to Lexa, calling her mommy in the process, something that shocked them both before Lexa told her "it's alright sweetheart" and pretended she didn't she Clarke hold a pillow over her lap to hide her boner, in return making Lexa shift in her chair as wetness gathered between her legs.

This is how Lexa ends up with Clarke, naked in her office, Lexa's tit in her mouth as Lexa strokes her dick slowly, praising her for how hard she is, how good she is with her tongue. Clarke's eyes shine at the praise, a smile filled with pride over being good for Lexa. One problem addressed. Time for the second one.

Laying on her back, Lexa opens her legs, cunt shining with wetness. Being this turned on by a patient fucking her is not something she'd ever expect to happen but Clarke standing naked above her makes Lexa mind become foggy with desire.

"Come and fuck mommy, baby." The words feel far too natural for Lexa's comfort but she has no time to wonder what it means.

Clarke has always shown some anger management issues. But they seem in check for the most part, her anger mostly directed at her mother in nasty words.

Lexa did not expect to end up trapped under Clarke as she drills her cock inside of her, the soft "mommy" that leave her only appeased by fucking Lexa harder as the therapist tries her best to not allow her mind to go fully blank, praising Clarke for fucking her so good, so deep, so fast, so hard. This is for all purposes, a therapy session after all. Lexa needs to keep her head as sharp as she can manage.

When Clarke's lets out a desperate "mommy", Lexa grips her ass, blunt manicured nails digging into it.

"Cum inside baby. Be a good girl and cum inside."

Clarke seems to lose it right there.

Lexa almost feels bad at the way the younger girl sobs as she cums, a mix of bliss and hurt. So Lexa comforts her and praises her once more, nails on Clarke's scalp, praising her over and over again as she twitches still inside of Lexa.

It was a one and done. Or so Lexa believed. After three normal sessions, Clarke seems to finally be making improvements. Until she asks Lexa for a "special" type if session again.

And when Lexa refuses, Clarke smirks. It is the first time Lexa feels uncomfortable with Clarke in the same room.

"Now doctor, you could lose your license if I ever said anything to anyone."

Lexa swallows dry. There is a chance Clarke's issues run deeper if she takes Lexa's kindness as a gateway for Clarke to blackmail her. But Lexa cannot lose her license or her practice. She has invested too much on her career.

She gets up from her chair and approaches Clarke, sitting on her lap.

"Now baby, that is no way to treat mommy is it?"

Clarke's smirk turns into a relaxed winning smile.

"I'm sure you'll show me how to behave."

Lexa lifts an eyebrow.

"Mommy."

[marvelnatswhore]

Just a thought from beach wanda fic…

- piss play, omo, wetting, mommy kink, kinda public

She took your arm pulling you back gently “Wanda I need to pee.” You laughed softly but her arm returned around your middle, holding you in her lap, almost protectively. 

“Those toilets are so far away, sweetheart. I don't want you getting sun burnt going to them.”

“But I need to go,” you muttered, feeling your voice softening.

“How much?” Wanda said and before you could respond you gasped as she pressed her hand down on your tummy and a dribble of piss escaped you, wetting through your bikini. 

“Mommy no-” you whined in a breath, and Wanda smiled at how quickly her title fell off your tongue.

“Oh? What’s wrong, sweet girl? Are you going to the bathroom on Mommy?”  

You nodded, feeling your cheeks growing red and your hips grinding against nothing.

Wanda’s hand pressed harder on your stomach and you moaned giving in to the feeling and letting a squirt of pee run down the fabric. Her spare hand cupped your pussy and wet bikini, rubbing the wet patch that’d formed and finding your clit through the fabric, giving it quick strokes as you groaned. 

“I think you need some toilet training, babydoll.” 

You know what she meant by that and you can feel your cheeks flushing at the thought.

“I won’t be mad if you have an accident, honey.” Her voice is softer, it’s almost coercing how she holds you, almost as if she knew this would happen. “I know you really need to go, and no ones watching you, pretty girl.”

You didn;t think to look around, you’d believe anything she said if she told it to you in that voice.

You moan suddenly as her hand returns to your gut with more pressure and you  feel your body betray you as you give in to the urge and warm piss gushes through your bikini, into Wanda's hand, soaking her bottoms and the chair under you. 

You moan as the final spurts wet your bottoms and come to realisation of what just happened. 

“Good girl” Wanda whispers, with a look in her eyes you had seen too many times

“I bet that feels so much better now, hmm?” She mutters against you, a tempting tone falling off her tongue. 

“Did you like that baby?..Wetting yourself on me? And with all these people that could have seen it!” Wanda feigns a gasp and you feel her hand cup your crotch again, as if the humiliation wasn’t enough by knowing what you just did, Wanda seemed intent on making it worse. 

“Don’t you worry baby, mommy knows you’re just not ready for this yet, when we’re home we can talk about this hm?”

You nod instinctively, hardly processing what she says, the soft feeling it gives you is enough for you to forget anything..

[tyungelic]

lesbian gf soobin who waits for you to come home every day :( humping pillows to get off bc it reminds her of the one time she came on your boob <3

OGUH,, I LOVE THIS

your pathetic subby gf soobin who's much too horny to wait for you to get home so she can cum. she's so needy and you know just how to mess with her. she's sent text after text telling you how much she wants you with nudes attached and all, desperate for your attention and what do you do?

leave her on seen.

she knows you're doing this to mess with her and that she's in for a big punishment once you get home, but she just can't wait any longer. she needs something, anything to feel good

it doesn't take much. she sits with one of her big fluffy pillows between her thighs and humps, hips rolling against the fabric as the cotton grinds against her throbbing clit.

soobin has a flashback to when you used your tits to get her off, rubbing them against her wet, throbbing pussy as a way to tease her. the muscle memory of your nipple sliding against her clit is enough to get soobin to speed up her pace on her pillow, grinding against it harder. she squirted all over your tits that night, and she wants you to do that to her again, and again and again.

she's your dirty girl, your impatient little slut who can't even wait for mommy to get home.

speaking of mommy... you come home to quite the surprise.

"m-mommy!" soobin stammers as she meets eyes with you, pillow still wedged between her thighs.

you lean against the door frame with your arms crossed.

"hi binnie," you say with a smile, your tone soft but disguising something dark. "couldn't wait for mommy to get home?"

soobin shakes her head, "i needed mommy all day, and you were..." she trails off, but you want to know what's on her mind.

"mommy was what, baby? tell me."

"mommy was such a meanie today," soobin admits, tearing up. "you didn't pay me any attention... i thought mommy hated me."

"oh, baby," you coo. "i could never hate my little binnie baby. mommy was mean, you're right. i wanted to see how you'd react, and it looks like i really tested your patience today, hm?"

soobin nods with a pout and you go to comfort her, kissing her forehead and cradling her cheek.

"get rid of that pillow. come ride mommy's thigh instead."

[bleach-your-panties]

Sincember Event❄️❄️

Rating: Smut🍡

**Jean was the 2nd place poll winner with 23.3% of the vote!**

Christmas has always been your favorite holiday, ever since you were a little girl.

When it came time for you to leave for college, you feared that you wouldn't be able to continue participating in your traditional family holiday activities since you'd be going to college out of the country, let alone out of state.

That was when your long-term boyfriend, Jean, suggested that the two of you make the long journey back to your hometown in the United States for the holidays this year.

When he made the suggestion, you were a bit hesitant since plane tickets from Germany to the U.S. are quite expensive, but he told you not to worry about the cost.

—-

Your family members get along extremely well with Jean upon their first meeting.

He's charismatic, funny, polite, and just an overall joy to be around; especially a hit with your aunties and older female cousins.

You even had to check a couple of them (more than once) when you caught them trying to down talk you and up play themselves in fruitless efforts to try and get Jean to look their way.

That would never work, of course, because this man is irrevocably, undeniably in love with you.

After the commencement of dinner, most of the guests broke off into separate groups, classified by either age or interests. 

Many of your older family members were still seated in the kitchen, sharing old stories and downing a large pitcher of spiked eggnog. 

They may fuss and disagree over a lot of things, but alcohol seems to be the one mediator that will keep everyone from choking each other out. 

A few of your cousins’ girlfriends pulled you away, probably so they could ask you about Jean while the oldheads got drunk in the kitchen and gossiped about their children, grandchildren, nieces, and nephews.

—-

“Hey, Y/N! Your boy in there to’ up! Big boy can’t handle his liquor too well!” One of your male cousins laughed as he stepped out onto the back porch. Immediately, you sprung up out of your chair and sprinted through the back door into the house to get to Jean.

You know as well as Jean that he cannot handle his liquor, and, more likely than not, your male cousins had been goading him into drinking above his tolerance.

“Elijah! Y’all just sat here and let him drink all of this!?!” You fussed as your eyes scanned over all of the empty decorative pint glasses.

“Aye, that’s a grown ass man. What was I ‘posed to do, tell him no? He was just having fun!”

Jean was a mess: slumped against the kitchen bar stool and giggling, barely hanging on to the countertop. 

“At least help me get him upstairs so he can lie down. Ain’t this some shit…”

So Elijah helped you get Jean into one of the spare bedrooms. 

—-

His long body flopped unceremoniously onto the quilt laid out on top of the bedspread. You glanced at the door once to make sure that it was locked before turning your disgruntled expression onto your inebriated boyfriend.

Jean was really fucked up; he had a dopey smile spread across his lips that, you couldn't deny, did make him look undeniably cute and handsome.

“Mmm, baby you look so sexy in your Christmas outfit. Want you so bad right now..”

Those sneaky fingers edged along the covers, crawling up to rest on the curve of your covered ass.

“Jean, we can’t fuck in my relatives’ house! Everybody will hear us! You're already loud enough when you're not drunk.” You hissed between your teeth. 

“Please, baby.  I promise I'll be quiet. I'll be a good boy, just please. Please please, fuck me, Mommy, please!” 

Normally you wouldn't have played into his hands during a situation like this, but his desperate begging made a switch turn on in your brain that couldn't be turned off even if you wanted to.

Before you knew it, your fingers were unbuttoning your cardigan and unlatching your bra while Jean smiled up at you drunkenly and tugged your leggings down your thighs.  

“O-oh fuck..” 

Jean’s wet, throbbing dick slapped against your pussy lips as he tried (and failed) to get it into your hole. 

“Here, baby. Let me help you.” Very gently, you took hold of his thick cock and began guiding it between your folds.

As soon as Jean got inside you, he came.

“What the fuck did they put in that eggnog? An aphrodisiac?” You couldn’t believe your fucking eyes right now.

“Fuck, your hands feel so good on me baby, couldn’t control myself. Please let me get inside you, again. Wanna make you feel good, too~”

—-

“F~uuuck, pussy clenching me so fucking good..!” Jean slurred, hazel eyes rolled to the back of his head while he caged you beneath his much larger body.

“Shit, you cumming again, baby?” 

That question became a rhetorical one once you felt his hot speed spurting out of his dick and filling you to the brim once again. Your pussy lips were puffy and swollen from Jean’s overenthusiastic thrusting.

You were going to have to find a way to sneak that quilt up out of here and have it dry cleaned.

“Mmmm-shit. So good~ Need more. Can we go again, please Mommy?” He breathed against the side of your face. Breath sickly sweet, just like eggnog mixed with rum and peppermint vodka.

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ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ🫶🏽

[whatshappeningheree]

P1.

We're swimming together, you feel me get needy, starting to get closer and closer to you, my touches lurk for longer than usual. So you decide to tease me, first by gentle touches on my back, waist etc.. knowing how much it drives me crazy. Then the little kisses here and there, I start to feel your hands on my thighs, there's no way you'd do something inappropriate in front of everyone right? Little do I know your hands start to reach higher and higher while I feel you getting hard from behind me, and subconsciously I rub my ass on you. It looks like normal PDA but little do they know what you have planned for me.....

Part 2

[spikedfearn]

I'm pretty sure Bjorn would rather fucking die than admit he has a little bit of a mommy kink. Like, maybe, he's v into the reader calling themselves mommy (first unironically, then in kinky stuff lol)? Idk the reader has plants or something and they're like "have you been good while mommy's been busy?" and Bjorn is like "fUcK 😳"

HE JUST MOANS ON ACCIDENT!! he totally would have a mommy kink 😩

[lovebugism]

i’ve been writing a lot of smut these past few days and i realized it’s because i am, in fact, ovulating. sorry for the absolute filth i’m about to force upon you. blame it on evolution or smth xoxo

[sapphicsparkles]

thanks for the tag @soloorganaas ! 

share the last line you wrote in your wip:

"Hm?" Not quite the eloquent response of a Protector, but well, the Mand'alor was standing in front of her mostly naked with sex tousled hair, now looking back at the datapad.

"You're dismissed."

tagging @armoralor @treescape @intermundia @theseptemberist @kalevalakryze

[pondslime]

hello my love here’s a thought for you: christmas with the sinclairs

vincent hangs up the stockings trudy made them with their names on it, lester buys lights and decor from the store in the city, bo is legit the fucking grinch BUT he ain’t killing the vibes!!

macabre but cute-ish idea, they all attend a “christmas mass” to honour mama trudy and i just KNOW vincent makes his gifts for his brothers 🥹

jsdhjsfdhjfdh this is so cute

lester coming out with a huge messy coil of christmas lights and insisting to everyone within earshot that they absolutely definitely still work, thank u very much. he plugs them in and like. half of the strand is dead. the ones that do light up are like. flickering within an inch of their lives.

vincent making little gifts for his brothers is adorable lmao. what a guy

I also highkey believe that bo is actually very capable of cooking bc he gives big "eldest sibling survival cooking"-vibes. is his food any good? that's up for debate. so I could definitely see him popping a ham in the crockpot and loudly announcing that this is his ONE and ONLY contribution to this shit.

they end up drinking beers and watching die hard or some shit

[neoyongz]

i’m writing a alex!sub fic with hard kinks again😭 i really hope yall like it bc it’s going to be LONG