#Mommy Issues

[captainhoook]

night outtt

[babybluecurtains]

Actual footage of my mom telling me to clean my room as a child while I was contemplating the existence of God

[jisatsuwaifu]

I genuinely forgot the person I was before all of the abuse and neglect. I enjoyed so many things that were ripped away from me out of fear of survival. And now that I’m allowing myself to have them again I feel like I’m actually learning what my personality is like and who I am, before I became what I had to be for so many years.

[caffinated-day-dream]

[corralinesage]

Child of September (4/?)

Here's some comforting fluff to start the weekend. I hope you're having a good day, and if not, maybe this will make you feel slightly better<3

18+ contains nudity and sexual undertones

Chapter 4: Malyshka

w/c: 4,2k

You were angry beyond measure, hot flashes of rage going through you as you stared at the canvas before you. The unfinished piece seemed to be mocking you as the poorly painted portrait of a man stared back at you. It wasn’t your style. It wasn’t what you wanted to paint, what you knew how to paint, but you had no say in your assignment. You needed to finish it no matter what, but all you could think about was how much you loathed the piece. You observed the paint, feeling like every stroke on the canvas was wrong. No shade of paint was accurate, no shape or texture was correct. You could barely handle the rage inside you, your hands itching to grab the canvas and tear it apart, to shred it into a million strips that could never reveal the awful image to anyone who might have come across the remnants of the frame. You were beyond stressed, your fingertips clawing over your skin in an attempt to control the feeling, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t control the feeling and all you could do was leave the room. So, without another glance at your easel you stomped out of your bedroom and into your small kitchen in the hopes of finding a non-art-related distraction.

It was a stormy morning, wind whipping leaves against your window, the gloomy light outside providing you at least a hint of comfort. The beginning of the storm made you feel more at ease, like you were being hugged by Mother Nature during your difficult time with university assignments. You got yourself a warm drink, a big, fat hot chocolate that you topped with a mountain of whipped cream that you were going to shamelessly eat with a spoon before it would even get the chance to touch the hot liquid below. You needed to do something, do something useless and pointless. Something that didn’t require your brain in the slightest, but most chores around the apartment had been completed the day before. You had food in the fridge, your laundry was done, you had recently vacuumed and mopped the floors. Your room was spotless because you had cleaned it beforehand with the intention of making time for your painting, that very cursed painting you were trying your very best to avoid. You sipped on your hot chocolate, squeezing the mug with unnecessary force until you decided that it was all way too much for you.

Natasha came to your apartment thirty minutes later, returning from a meeting at the Avengers tower, her ears immediately noting the loud banging coming from the kitchen. It was aggressive and enough to make the counters shake, which was rather alarming in her opinion. She exchanged her boots for a pair of fluffy slippers before entering the kitchen, a confused frown on her face.

“Baby, what the hell are you doing in here?” She looked almost wary, her eyes studying your rigid form as you kept banging the counter for some reason, something small, like crumbs, flying to the side and onto the floor. You hadn’t heard her come in, Natasha soon recognizing the odd substance to be cookie crumbs, her eyes spotting the empty wrapping paper soon after. “Y/N?” You whipped around at the sound of her voice, your eyes glinting harshly but no tears had fallen yet. The mere sight of her was enough to change that, large droplets sliding down your cheeks immediately after registering her arrival, yet you went back to abusing the cookies. Natasha approached you slowly, her hands touching your elbows gently to tell you to slow down before sliding her touch down your forearms.

“Let it out”, she whispered gently in your ear, aware that you were mere seconds away from a breakdown. She pressed herself against your back despite the fact that you gave the cookies a few more rather loaded bangs before you whimpered in defeat. You were so utterly disappointed in yourself that you couldn’t take it. You couldn’t handle the pain it caused you, a few restricted sobs falling from your lips as you leaned into Natasha’s embrace. “Shh, it’s alright”, she assured you, holding you tighter until you moved in a way that let her know you wanted to turn around. She kissed your cheek before bringing you into a proper hug, her arms pulling you tightly into her as you let out a few more quiet sobs. Her hands rubbed your back in long strokes, doing their best to soothe you, but you were still practically trembling from anger.

“Come on, malyshka (baby girl), let’s go somewhere where you can take your anger out on something a little less delicate.” She pulled away from you, tugging you toward the bedroom to find a place where you could calm down and maybe take a few breaths, but you took it as an opportunity for something else, your lips pressing down on hers in a feverish kiss. You knew something that was a little less delicate, or rather someone who was a little less delicate. Natasha let out a small grunt of surprise but welcomed you regardless, the touch of her hands turning from gentle to greedy in a split second. You both fell on the bed, bodies heating up with urgency, quickly tuning to the change of circumstances your capricious mind had initiated. You straddled Natasha’s lap, pushing her down on the bed, your lips never leaving hers as she tugged up your shirt, your mouths parting for only a second, so she could discard your comfortable sweater to the side. Her hands found your bra next, unhooking it in a practiced manner. You were forced to pull away to get some air, Natasha taking advantage of the small gap between you to slide the bra off your arms, but as you looked down at Natasha, her softened eyes and small smile, your chest heaving in a manner that you honestly couldn’t differentiate from an emotional breakdown, you felt your anger quickly dissipate.

She had stripped the rage off you alongside your clothes, making you realize that you had no reason to be angry. You were simply disappointed in yourself and your abilities. It didn’t make you angry, it made you sad and hopeless, your body craving for something gentler than rage-blinded sex. You craved to be held by Natasha instead as you let the emotional turmoil pass you by. You looked at her, unable to push aside the tears that welled up in your eyes, her head cocking to the side in a sympathetic gesture as her hands pulled you into her embrace, followed by a small hum of understanding from her. You sank into her arms, your tears falling silently as you settled down, nuzzling into her neck for comfort. You took deep breaths, refusing to actually lose your mind over a pathetic painting.

“I’ve got you, malyshka (baby girl)”, she whispered, her hands stroking your bare back, gently rubbing away the stress that your work had instilled in you. There was nothing you could have done, your body simply freezing into position as you grew numb to everything, the emotion seeming to intensify the longer you lay there. You allowed yourself a moment to just be, to forget about the stress, forget about the intense emotions that rampaged inside you, focusing on Natasha’s warmth instead. She was soft and unyielding beneath you, her firm touch reminding you that she was there to carry you for a moment, your mind growing fuzzy from how pleasant and relieving it was, how effortless and easy. The silence between you and Natasha stretched and stretched until she became too curious about your predicament to stay quiet. She could practically hear how hard you were thinking.

“What are you thinking about?” Natasha hummed quietly, glancing down at you as you lay on her chest, cheek pressed against her breasts. You sighed quietly, not sure if you even possessed the energy to talk, but then her hand found your hair and her lips pressed down on your forehead in a kiss, and you caved. You weren’t going to mention your painting. You had no desire to even think about it, a spark of anger still fighting to stay alight somewhere deep within you. But there was something else on your mind that you could bring up instead, something that had crept to the forefront of your mind as you had become more aware of the placement of your head. It was something that you had been thinking about for a while but had never quite dared to ask for.

“I’d wanna try something, but I feel weird about it”, you stated, tilting your head up to see her, Natasha’s eyes roaming over your face to note that your tears had dried a while ago. She tucked some of your hair behind your ear.

“What is it?” She was clearly intrigued.

“It’s weird. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.” You could already feel your cheeks heat, unsure of how to word your wishes, moving your eyes back down to avoid her gaze.

“I might like it”, she reasoned, earning a huff of disbelief from you.

“Yeah, but you also might not, and if you don’t, it’ll be too awkward.” It really was nothing serious, or it had the potential to be, perhaps, possibly. Natasha chuckled softly at your whiny tone, smoothing her hands down your back to press you closer to her body.

“Try me”, she whispered. “I won’t make fun of you, dorogaya (darling).” You thought about her words for a moment, gathering the courage to say what you wanted to say.

“Umh, fine.” You took a deep breath, closing your eyes and preparing yourself for the possibility of embarrassment, despite knowing it was more than unlikely since you knew that you could trust Natasha. “Here goes nothing”, you groaned, hiding your face into her chest. “It’s not exactly sexual. I just- it’s a comfort thing”, you mumbled, feeling her stroke her hand over the back of your head.

“Krasotka (pretty girl), I’m sure it’s perfectly normal, whatever it is”, she mused encouragingly, wrapping her arms around you in a hug. You sighed heavily, pushing your nerves aside.

“I’d wanna suck your boobs…” you said hesitantly. “While you just hold me.” Your voice turned meek and quiet, an even heat overtaking your cheeks.

“Baby, you do that all the time”, she murmured into your hair, placing a kiss on the crown of your head.

“Yeah, but that’s more like aftercare, but would it be okay if I did it now?” Your fingers were playing with the blanket that sat beside you to ease the nerves you felt.

“It would be more than okay”, she whispered, a small smile on her lips. She found it slightly amusing how timid you were being, although she understood the fear of rejection.

“And you don’t think it’s weird?”

“No, milaya (honey), I don’t. I like it.” Her voice was reassuring, her hands sliding you off her body to be able to undress her top half. “It’s my favorite part of your aftercare routine”, she whispered almost secretively, coaxing a soft smile from you. You felt your abdomen flutter weakly at her words, watching how she pulled off her long sleeve shirt to reveal one of her favorite black bras, her fingers unhooking it at the back to let her heavy breasts free of the lingerie. She settled down onto her side, her head propped up onto her elbow as she pulled you down on the bed with her. You looked up at her a bit hesitantly, her hand coming to the side of your face to brush aside some of your hair.

“It’s okay, detka (baby).” She spoke in a quiet, soothing tone, her hand moving to the back of your head to guide you closer to her as if to simply hug you, your face pressing into the crook of her neck. The warm smell of her perfume was intense there, a wave of comfort washing over you immediately, prompting you to take an even deeper breath of her delicious scent. You allowed your body to relax against her, the smell, the warmth, the intimacy coaxing you to open your mouth to feel more of her against you, your lips pressing open-mouthed kisses over her smooth skin.

You descended a little lower, kissing over the more solid area of her collarbones before finding the pliable flesh of her chest. You opened your mouth, licking over the silky skin of her breast before gently wrapping your lips around her nipple just like you always did, although the lack of sex beforehand made you feel even more vulnerable for what you were doing. Natasha hummed quietly as her hand started to move in your hair, petting you affectionately, scratching her nails over your scalp. Your cheeks grew hot, the wave of heat descending into the rest of your body. You allowed your eyes to flutter shut as you relaxed further into the bed and into her hold, softly suckling her, your mouth barely moving at all. You both adjusted your positions on the bed, cuddling to get more comfortable to allow you both to ease into the sensation, a blanket of comfort wrapping around you both. Natasha’s hand moved up and down your back in long strokes, her lips occasionally pressing into your hair. She had her eyes closed, her body relaxed under the touch of your warm mouth. She loved it. She loved how casual and gentle it was, how intimate, finding herself to be at peace beside you, yet she still opened her eyes to see you, wanting to remember the moment down to the smallest of details.

“That’s it”, she whispered, leaning to kiss your hairline, feeling so connected to you when your mouth was on her. “You’re such a good girl”, she mumbled, your cheeks heating right back up at her comment, followed by a little grin that found your lips. You pulled back to see her face, Natasha offering a knowing smirk to you.

“How’d you know?” You asked in astonishment, not exactly having expected her to be so aware of what you were looking for in the act. You had nearly brought it up yourself, having hoped that she would talk to you, tell you how good you were, praise you, but you had ditched the idea after feeling like you were asking for too much.

“I know what my baby needs.” There was a hint of smugness in the confident tone she spoke with, the backs of her fingers caressing your face softly. Your heart fluttered rather intensely at her words, pleasant warmth pooling in your lower abdomen. “You always treat me so well”, she mused in a slightly sensual tone. “You’re so excellent”, she continued, meaning every word, her style of speaking leaning toward something more patronizing, but in a good-natured, caring way, a small pout on her lips. “It’s only fair that I return all that love and effort.” Her fingertips ran up your jaw, eyes taking you in as if admiring every last inch of your face. All you could do was submit to the overwhelming comfort her assertive demeanor brought you, completely and utterly enraptured by her. “Why don’t you just put that pretty mouth back on me and let me take care of you?” Your blush was violent, cheeks heating in record time as you looked up at her beautiful face, heeding her command and slowly lowering your mouth back on her breast, eyes sliding shut automatically. You nuzzled closer to her, drawn in by her warmth, occasionally sucking a little harder on her nipple to hear her sharp inhales that made your stomach swarm with butterflies.

“Mmh, malyshka (baby girl)”, she hummed dreamily, placing her hand back to the nape of your neck to keep you flush against her. “Your mouth feels so good”, she crooned, smiling softly to herself. She could see it on your face, she could see how happy her words made you, how you fought the smile that threatened to disrupt the movement of your mouth. “My pretty baby”, she sighed, her lower body feeling a little too warm, mind wandering to the thought of those lips of yours trailing lower. She couldn’t say that she was unaffected by the act, but she decided to keep things casual to follow your request. You had said it was a comfort thing, and she thought it should remain that way at least for the time being. She pulled your body a bit closer to her own, sliding her leg between yours to get more comfortable. You hooked your arm over her middle, the touch of your mouth growing a bit firmer as you parted your lips wider, taking in more of her breast.

“Is my detka (baby) tired?” She asked casually, fingertips detangling your hair absentmindedly, enjoying the sound of gentle squelches against the silence of the room. You nodded your head, letting out an affirmative hum. “Oh, you poor thing”, she lamented, splaying out her hand over the expanse of your back. “Natasha’s got you now.” The third person form was intentional, probing for something that she knew to be there.

“Mommy”, you corrected her with the smallest voice you could muster. Natasha felt a jolt of pleasure go through her, her body warming up instantly.

“Mommy? You want mommy?” She asked to confirm if she had heard you right because you had never used that term seriously. It had only been used as a silly, little joke to cope with your mommy issues, but Natasha had had a feeling that there was something more there all along. You had been easing her into the thought for ages, maybe even used it as a way to get yourself more comfortable with the idea.

“Uh-huh”, you nodded, keeping your eyes shut, your body limp against her, clearly hiding from her just in case. Maybe you were even hiding from yourself.

“I’ll gladly be your mommy”, she assured you, her voice holding such tenderness that you could feel your eyes start to itch with tears. “Mommy’s got you”, she added in a whisper, her hand finding the back of your head in an affectionate caress. “You just relax.” You felt so heavy in her arms, yet your mind was light and airy, your jaw slowly growing more tired, but you didn’t stop just yet. Natasha focused on your body against hers, your teeth starting to sting as they brushed repeatedly against her delicate skin, her breast eventually becoming too sensitive to your touch.

“Mmh, malyshka (baby girl), time to switch sides”, she whispered carefully, easing you off her breast, your eyes fluttering open to see her flushed nipple that was a deep, vibrant pink. You glanced up at her shyly, Natasha offering a sweet smile to you, feeling enamored by your groggy face as she held it by the chin with her thumb and index finger. “Oh, you’re so adorable”, she chuckled, a small pout finding her lips as she leaned forward to kiss you, hearing you huff out a laugh before your mouths connected in a sweet, little peck.

You pulled back enough to allow Natasha to roll more onto her back so you could better reach her left breast that had been pressed into the mattress. You still felt slight embarrassment for the entire predicament, but you pushed it aside as you allowed Natasha to cradle you against her chest again, your mouth finding her breast on its own. You sank into her embrace, falling asleep soon after you had shut your eyes. She held you there, your lips wrapped gently around her nipple, unmoving. She was so in love with the quiet moment as well as the new discovery she had made about you after a full year of being in a relationship with you. She found it endearing that there were still things you might not have known about each other, finding herself feeling relieved that you had finally found the courage to ask for what you needed, the silence allowing her to ponder the idea a bit further. She liked taking care of you, she had always been more than prone to it and the moniker of your choice somehow only seemed to amplify that feeling because it was more than just a girlfriend. You wanted her to be more.

Natasha couldn’t lie. She had thought about it many times, sometimes even felt the urge to refer to herself as mommy in a more serious manner just to add a layer of excitement to your intimate moments together. It was thrilling for no reason, something exciting and fun, a way to let loose, kind of like how you were currently letting go of the burden on your shoulders. She wanted to provide you whatever you might have craved in a relationship, especially if she craved that very same thing herself. She played with your hair, twirling the locks between her fingers as she allowed you to recharge yourself in her arms. It brought her an indescribable kind of high to think that she could mean so much to you, that she could be someone so important to another person. She felt the corners of her mouth turn up in a slight smile, her eyelids fluttering shut to revel in the warmth and intimacy between your, her mind growing fuzzy, longing to submit to the ubiquitous sense of relaxation that wrapped around her like a shield of protection from the world. Her head lolled to the side, her nose pressing into your messy head of hair to breathe in your comforting scent as her mind slipped away from her.

You woke up some time later, unable to tell how much time had passed, your blurry eyes taking in the splatter of rain against your bedroom window. The storm had finally broken out, wind throwing droplets of water against the glass, the steady rumble of thunder reaching your ear. You had moved slightly in your sleep, or maybe Natasha’s had moved you, your head resting fully on her chest as she lay on her back. Your warm cheek was pressed up tightly against her soft breast, your skin almost glued to her from the warmth of your bodies, the rest of your naked upper body attached to her in the same manner. The sensation was slightly sticky, which only told you that you had probably just had the best nap of your life. It made you smile. You felt almost rejuvenated from all of it. The intensity of the coziness you felt both physically and emotionally was on another level. You nuzzled your warm face into Natasha’s breast, smiling against the soft skin as you moved your body just enough to allow it to start waking up a bit.

You saw a flicker of light flash across your room, your eyes only barely catching the white flash of lighting that was shortly followed by the deep rumble of thunder. You closed your eyes, your heart seeming to buzz in your chest from joy as you hugged Natasha a little tighter feeling her stir beneath you, a soft, groggy moan sounding from her. The noise was followed by a small whine as she arched her back, your head nearly sliding off her chest at the disturbance, but her hand came up to the side of it to keep you in place. You couldn’t help but to let out a gentle hum as you kissed her skin, her arms tightening around you. Natasha tilted her head down enough to be able to see you, the action causing you to lift your head up to meet her gaze. Her face was groggy and relaxed, perfectly gorgeous, just like always. You smiled at each other, Natasha moving her head forward enough to kiss your forehead, her hand tucking your hair behind your ear. Neither of you really felt the need to speak, Natasha’s mouth pressing on your lips next, the quiet squelch of your mouths followed by a low rumble of her stomach. You couldn’t help but to giggle quietly.

“You were baking something, milaya (honey)?” Her words made you laugh a little louder, the rasp of her voice stirring something else within you.

“I was.” You nodded your head, Natasha’s gaze dropping to your lips again and then coming back up.

“You up for a snack?”

“Half the cracker crumbs are on the floor but sure”, you chuckled, leaning down to kiss her again. She laughed with you, her fingertips trailing down your spine so delicately that it almost tickled. You got up from the bed, getting fully dressed before lighting a few candles in the living room to bring some warmth and atmosphere to the middle of the storm outside while you whipped up some cake filling, not really bothering to assemble your cheesecake when you and Natasha were too impatient to wait for it to firm up in the fridge, so you grabbed the bowl and some toppings, enjoying the dessert together, cuddled up on the couch as the storm wrapped you into a bubble of your own.

[rubixcuby]

Giant woman<3

[bunnyunderthebed]

a simple phone call is enough to sour my mood for the day. it could be five minutes or it could be two hours, the effect is the same: i'm upset, pacing around the porch mumbling to myself. i tell you not to worry about it, that i know how to deal with Her, but the look on your face tells me you're not buying it.

you met her years ago at a signing, chit-chating about the book and what the two of you thought about it. you spoke of the emotion in the words, She spoke about the allegory in the characters. She had taken it personally, as She often did, and missed the point. the reveal of who you really were must've really startled Her, i saw Her whip Her head to look at me, then back at you.

the dinner She invited us to was even more uncomfortable. you did most of the talking, i spent most of the meal dissociating. i managed to catch a few of your flourishes; mentions of being there for me when nobody else was, of teaching me what true love feels like, of chasing away all my nightmares... it probably drove Her crazy. unenthusiastic sips of the port you brought followed unenthusiastic bites of chicken in mole, your way of comforting me through it all.

i heard Her ask me what my next project would be, now that my foot was in the door and i could start writing what's important. i downed the remainder of the glass. dinner was over.

these are what's important. everything else is for fun.

you drove us back to the airbnb, my hands were too shakey to grip the wheel. you didn't make me talk, just held my hand while the soft music played and the city lights slithered past. a silent hour later, i wrapped myself with your arms in bed. i hadn't wanted more in the moment, just to know you were close and that everything would be alright, but i guess your disdain had gotten the better of you, and just before my eyes closed for the night, you rolled me over and straddled me.

kisses by the dozen, up my neck and down my jaw, until you arrived at my lips to steal any breath of protest from me. my ears were hot, but your possessive growls made them burn.

"I will be everything She wasn't for you, my beautiful bunny. You have my word."

if only you made love to me every night like you did in that bed... i guess you can't spoil me too much, can you?

How big are your mommy issues?

Yes

[sparklejumpropequeen1949]

This or nothing

[princessp1e]

need an older girl to throw me around and touch me wherever she wants whenever she wants please please pleaseee

[do1li3]

[littlest-bugz]

Longing for the love of a mother

[no poetry or images belong to me- creds mostly found by @/fataltotheflesh-com!! Thank you so much for the help!!!]

creds:

Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

​Ariana Grande, i wish i hated you

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Florence + the Machine, Cassandra

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inanotherunivrse

Gillian Flynn, Dark Places

Rupi Kaur, The Sun and Her Flowers

[mommynr]

edging him for hours to the point, where doing just as much as tracing the pulsating veins on his throbbing cock with my fingertips, will make him cum <3

[regretfulgirls]

Me after any interaction with my mother

[caffinated-day-dream]

[mommyownsmee]

I want you to ride my thigh. Not delusional like others would want it from you. No, I want to kiss you deeply while you do it, our tongues exploring each others mouth. I’ll have one hand in your hair, grabbing it and swirling it around my fingers. I want you to lay your head on my shoulder, sloppily kissing my neck while you‘re moaning into my soft skin. Your mouth slightly open, your eyes squeezed shut. I‘ll put my other hand on your back, pulling you a bit closer with every single time you chase your high. Little whimpers escaping between your beautiful lips, while I whisper into your ear how good you‘re doing. How breathtaking you look like, how sexy your noises are. How much you turn me on. How much I want you. How much I want you to cum all over me without having to waste a single thought about what is happening. I‘d whisper your name and feel your heart beat hard against my chest. Little drops of sweat trailing down your back, meeting my hand that‘s grabbing you even harder. I want you to thoughtlessly let your legs shake as you feel your high coming closer and your moans getting louder. Shamelessly clawing your nails into my skin, leaving marks on me which you know I will return after. I want you to ride my thigh knowing once you came, I‘ll flip you over and slip my tongue into your beautiful pussy. I‘ll taste your sweet cum, not even letting you completely come down from your high. Keeping your legs shaking, as I’ll let my fingertips caress your collarbone, down your breasts. You still moaning, while your brain slowly turns to mush, trying to find hold on the bedsheets. I want you to feel so much how much I want you to be completely mine. Making your back arch as my hands trail over your stomach down to your inner thighs and my fingers slip into you. You’ll be under me, crying out in pleasure, not being able to process the feeling my upwards curled fingers will rise in you. My moans against your overstimulated bud will find it‘s way in electric shocks upwards your spine and explode in your head. You‘ll return them with crying out my name in every thrust I do, while your pussy will tighten around my fingers. Your brain won’t be able to understand why you’ll be moaning my name over and over, falling off your lips like a prayer. Until you forget what is really happening here. And still my fingers be mercilessly fucking into you, I’ll be flicking my tongue all over your clit, until you release all over my mouth, your lungs not even able anymore to find the air they need to keep your body function. Making your body a complete mess under me. I want you to ride my thigh so bad.

[pearlprincess02]

moon signs and your mommy issues

aries moon

as an aries moon, your mom likely sees you as a fiercely independent and bold individual, someone who thrives on challenges and isn't afraid to stand up for yourself. she might admire your strength but also feel frustrated by your impulsive nature and desire for autonomy, sometimes leading to clashes. this dynamic can create a push-pull effect, where you crave her approval yet resist her control, sparking deep-seated mommy issues. you might struggle with feeling misunderstood or unsupported emotionally, leading to a strong desire to prove yourself.

taurus moon

with a taurus moon, your mom likely views you as a stable, reliable presence who brings comfort and security to her life. she probably appreciates your grounded nature and the way you create a sense of peace and routine in your relationship. however, this steadfastness might sometimes lead to her perceiving you as resistant to change or overly focused on material stability, causing friction. you may struggle with feeling that your emotional needs aren't fully recognized or that you're expected to always be the rock, leading to unresolved mommy issues surrounding your self-worth and independence.

gemini moon

as a gemini moon, your mom likely sees you as intellectually curious and highly communicative, with a knack for keeping things lively and engaging. she probably values your quick wit and adaptability but might struggle with your tendency to be changeable or emotionally detached. this can lead to her perceiving you as unreliable or inconsistent, which could create tension in your relationship. your mommy issues may revolve around feeling misunderstood or neglected emotionally, as you might have a hard time balancing your need for emotional depth with your natural inclination toward mental stimulation and variety.

cancer moon

with a cancer moon, your mom likely sees you as deeply nurturing and emotionally sensitive, someone who provides a comforting and caring presence. she probably appreciates your intuitive understanding and ability to create a sense of home. however, your intense emotional needs and occasional mood swings might challenge her, leading to misunderstandings or feelings of being overwhelmed. this dynamic can result in mommy issues related to feeling either overly protected or inadequately supported, as you navigate the balance between your vulnerability and your desire for emotional security.

leo moon

as a leo moon, your mom likely sees you as a vibrant, confident individual who brings warmth and joy into her life. she probably admires your strong sense of self and creative flair, celebrating your ability to shine and seek attention. however, she might struggle with your need for validation and occasional dramatic tendencies, leading to occasional clashes. this dynamic can result in mommy issues related to feeling either overly praised or inadequately acknowledged, as you grapple with balancing your need for recognition with your desire for genuine emotional connection.

virgo moon

with a virgo moon, your mom likely views you as meticulous and reliable, someone who excels in problem-solving and offers practical support. she probably appreciates your attention to detail and your ability to maintain order, valuing your helpful and service-oriented nature. however, she might also feel that your critical eye or perfectionist tendencies create distance, leading to misunderstandings. this dynamic can spark mommy issues around feeling either overly scrutinized or undervalued, as you navigate the balance between your desire for approval and your need for emotional reassurance.

libra moon

as a libra moon, your mom likely sees you as a harmonious and charming individual who values balance and fairness in relationships. she probably admires your diplomatic nature and your ability to bring people together. however, she might struggle with your tendency to avoid conflict or make decisions based on others' expectations, leading to moments of frustration. this dynamic can result in mommy issues related to feeling either excessively pressured to maintain harmony or disconnected from your own needs, as you try to navigate your desire for peace and acceptance.

scorpio moon

with a scorpio moon, your mom likely sees you as intensely passionate and deeply intuitive, someone who isn't afraid to explore the depths of emotions. she probably respects your strength and resilience but may also find your emotional intensity and need for privacy challenging to navigate. this can lead to her feeling uncertain about how to connect with you or support you fully. your mommy issues might revolve around feeling misunderstood or overly controlled, as you struggle to balance your profound emotional depth with a desire for independence and acceptance.

sagittarius moon

as a sagittarius moon, your mom likely sees you as adventurous and optimistic, always eager to explore new ideas and experiences. she probably admires your enthusiasm and your ability to bring a sense of freedom and excitement into her life. however, she might find your restlessness and tendency to avoid routine challenging, leading to occasional frustration. this dynamic can create mommy issues related to feeling either misunderstood or unsupported, as you navigate the balance between your need for independence and your desire for emotional stability and understanding.

capricorn moon

with a capricorn moon, your mom likely views you as disciplined and responsible, someone who approaches life with a serious and practical mindset. she probably admires your ability to handle challenges with determination and to set high standards for yourself. however, she might find your emotional reserve and tendency to prioritize work over personal connection challenging, leading to occasional feelings of distance. this dynamic can result in mommy issues related to feeling either overly pressured to meet expectations or emotionally unsupported, as you strive to balance your need for achievement with your desire for genuine emotional closeness.

aquarius moon

as an aquarius moon, your mom likely sees you as innovative and unconventional, someone who brings a unique perspective and a strong sense of individuality to her life. she probably appreciates your open-mindedness and your ability to think outside the box. however, she might struggle with your emotional detachment or tendency to prioritize intellectual pursuits over personal connections, leading to occasional misunderstandings. this dynamic can create mommy issues related to feeling either disconnected or inadequately understood, as you balance your need for independence with your desire for emotional intimacy.

pisces moon

with a pisces moon, your mom likely views you as deeply empathetic and imaginative, someone who brings a sense of compassion and dreaminess to her life. she probably admires your ability to intuitively connect with others and your creative spirit. however, she might find your emotional sensitivity and tendency to escape into fantasy challenging, leading to moments of confusion or frustration. this dynamic can create mommy issues related to feeling either overwhelmed by emotional demands or misunderstood, as you navigate the balance between your need for emotional depth and your desire for personal space and clarity.

in houses

moon in 1st house: emotional sensitivity, attachment style, nurturing vs. overprotective, identity formation, self-image conflict, dependency issues, maternal influence, emotional outbursts, rebellion, unmet needs, boundary struggles, validation seeking, trauma response, independence vs. clinginess, healing wounds, emotional intensity, identity crisis, parental expectations, self-discovery journey, emotional healing

moon in 2nd house: self-worth issues, security needs, material comfort, emotional value, dependency on stability, financial anxiety, nurturing needs, self-esteem struggles, attachment to possessions, parental influence on values, validation through achievement, emotional resourcefulness, boundaries & control, trauma bonding, self-sufficiency vs. dependency, emotional insecurity, comfort seeking, trust issues, parental expectations on success, healing from financial stress

moon in 3rd house: communication struggles, emotional expression, sibling dynamics, parental communication styles, intellectual nurturing, mental health challenges, dependency on approval, emotional sharing, verbal disputes, learning from trauma, emotional conflicts, social anxiety, childhood conversations, cognitive dissonance, emotional intellect, family narratives, overthinking issues, memory & trauma, influence of siblings, validation through words

moon in 4th house: home life dynamics, emotional foundations, parental influence, childhood memories, family secrets, dependency on family, nurturing vs. neglect, security needs, emotional root issues, domestic conflicts, trauma in the home, parental expectations, unresolved family issues, emotional legacy, sense of belonging, domestic stability, ancestral patterns, attachment to home, emotional vulnerability, healing family trauma

moon in 5th house: creative expression, emotional validation, parental approval, self-esteem through creativity, nurturing through play, childhood joy vs. trauma, validation through performance, emotional drama, need for attention, unfulfilled desires, emotional risk-taking, parent-child bonding, playfulness vs. seriousness, self-worth through achievement, trauma & self-expression, emotional need for fun, artistic healing, parental expectations of success, romanticized childhood, emotional ups and downs

moon in 6th house: daily routine struggles, emotional workaholism, nurturing through service, parental influence on work ethic, health anxiety, perfectionism, self-care challenges, emotional responsibility, dependency on routine, workplace conflicts, trauma & health issues, emotional self-criticism, parental expectations of productivity, overwork & burnout, healing through work, emotional patterns in daily life, service as a coping mechanism, routine vs. emotional needs, emotional resilience, trauma impact on daily functioning

moon in 7th house: relationship dynamics, emotional dependency, partner validation, nurturing through relationships, conflict in partnerships, trauma bonding, seeking emotional security, marriage & emotional needs, projection onto partners, intimacy issues, partnership expectations, healing through relationships, relationship patterns, fear of abandonment, emotional compromise, idealizing partners, codependency, emotional balance in relationships, trauma & partnership conflicts, influence of parental relationship models

moon in 8th house: emotional intensity, deep-seated trauma, dependency on transformation, parental influence on power dynamics, fear of vulnerability, control issues, unresolved emotional wounds, intimacy & boundaries, psychological depth, emotional secrets, healing through crisis, power struggles, transformative relationships, dependency on emotional security, fear of abandonment, financial & emotional ties, inherited trauma, emotional rebirth, shadow work, trauma & control

moon in 9th house: emotional beliefs, search for meaning, dependency on ideals, parental influence on worldview, long-distance emotional connections, idealization of knowledge, trauma & belief systems, need for emotional freedom, struggles with expansion, educational trauma, emotional exploration, influence of culture, spiritual nurturing, unmet aspirations, emotional journeys, freedom vs. security, parental expectations on success, emotional disconnect from beliefs, trauma & philosophical views, healing through Exploration

moon in 10th house: public image, parental expectations, emotional career ambitions, authority figures, professional validation, parental influence on success, emotional responsibility, need for recognition, career-related trauma, authority struggles, emotional control issues, public vs. private self, ambition & emotional needs, professional identity conflicts, pressure to achieve, emotional legacy, work-life balance, healing through achievement, parental approval & success, emotional fulfillment in career

moon in 11th house: social connections, emotional needs in friendships, group dynamics, parental influence on social life, idealization of groups, dependency on social validation, trauma in social settings, emotional freedom through friendships, community support, emotional rejection, influence of peers, healing through social networks, expectations of social roles, loneliness vs. belonging, emotional impact of group activities, unfulfilled social aspirations, social security needs, trauma & group dynamics, friendships as emotional refuge, parental influence on social values

moon in 12th house: emotional isolation, unconscious patterns, hidden trauma, parental influence on subconscious, emotional retreat, self-sabotage, healing through solitude, dependency on solitude, repressed emotions, isolation vs. connection, spiritual nurturing, parental secrets, trauma & spiritual growth, emotional boundaries, unresolved past wounds, emotional escape, inner conflict, influence of dreams, emotional vulnerability in seclusion, healing through reflection

all observations are done by me !!! @pearlprincess02