#momdom

[spankingson]

When you sit naked in front of your mother for a scolding you feel incredibly humbled. You lose your sense of control. You understand that your mom really does own you.

[babydg415]

[abdlcouple520]

[sereenaty]

Tell me, puppy, what are you? "I'm…l'm Spit it out. "l- I can't!" You can. Do it. Now. Tell me what you are. "I'm… a lovely person who is loved and appreciated by many and whose value is not determined by my own insecurities." Good.

[momdomsenpai]

𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 | 𝟏𝟐:𝟏𝟖

cw; mommy kink, pegging, wife!reader, fem!reader, domme!reader, recording/vouyerism??, baby boy ‘zuku

Shy!pro hero izuku who goes stiff in front of flashing lights and rolling cameras. His lips tremble, shaky smile and awkward wave as his cheeks set themselves ablaze for the focusing lenses, looking for that viral shot of number one pro hero Deku, newly appointed.

Many a things have changed since U.A. He’s bigger, taller, sturdier, stronger — physically, at least — but then the camera starts rolling and the press come in hot on his heels, like fuming bulls after a fleeing Recortadores, and his whole body lights up like a Christmas tree. The cherry on top, quite literally.

He stutters, and fumbles, and makes a fool of himself, he thinks, but his fans think it adds to his charm. Has the women swooning and the onlookers falling to their knees in worship at ‘just how sweet a person can get!’ It’s no show, really, the attention is horrifying and he never got over that fear. Can’t. So he bares it with flaming cheeks and a shivering timber, stiff as a board.

Maybe that’s why it’s a bit cruel, when you, his wife, bring those rolling video’s into the bedroom, and watch through a focused lens as his fluttering pink whole sucks up slow inches of plastic cock into himself. His mouth drops open in honest ecstasy, whimpering out the fruits of your labor with eyes rolled into the back of his brain, watching the pink muscle as it short circuits in pleasure and melts into a goopy pile of mush.

He becomes so pliant, and soon that feeling melts into humiliation as you coo the words “smile for the camera!” Into buzzing ears. Smooth sheets and a fluffy comforter stretch for miles in waves, and he feels like a man lost at sea, gripping for semblance in a wild untamable place, sinking below the surface and drowning in its unbearable salty depths as you push further on his insides and see-saw your way into his stomach. His toes curl so delicately, and he mewls sweetly like a little kitten begging for reprieve.

“C’mon, tell mommy how good it feels— so I can watch it later, huh?” The crème skin of his back arches like a sculpted bow pulled tight, almost as ready to release as his swelling cock and aching balls as you abuse the walls of his fluttering hole. In and out, in and out — he can feel the presence of your phone, too — and it makes his ears and chest blaze with a bright red flush. The only difference is performance anxiety has no place here, not when you’re forcing his orgasm out of him like a roller flattens pliable cookie dough.

Your hips jut forward, and he squeals.

“Oh, like that? Listen to those nasty sounds ‘zuku -kun, you’re a natural, sweetheart!” You’re words pour like hot tea into his ears, and his head feels like mud puddles after a rainstorm, wet and squishy as you assault his body in all the right ways.

“Just a little more, baby boy. Then we’ll flip over and get a full frontal, ‘mkay?”

[tennessoui]

kit kit kit kit but the important question is!!!! does luke like boonaberries!!!! (also i feel like biggs has to clarify “your not-obi dad” because lbr luke’s a gorgeous himbo but he sure does love his obi in every universe)

(in reference to this post)

luke is allergic to boonaberries. obi-wan, who had just been starting down the path to healing and self-acceptance, is thrown back to square one on the guilt and infinite sadness path and also never forgives himself and spends one (1) supper staring at (a covered in hives) luke slurping at his stew and wondering if he should give the kid to yoda to raise because obviously kenobi is going to kill another skywalker he's rearing in single-momdom.

then that night he's putting luke to bed after giving him herbal remedy for the itching and luke says 'goodnight dad' and obi-wan nearly has a heart attack. he also cries a lot. the guilt gets worse, but he's also very warm inside. full of love.

but he does insist luke calls him ben and not dad because he has a dad and also obi-wan's once again courting attachment with a skywalker while being very hung up on the importance of no attachments.

[thisdingo]

If yall enjoy the content there’s way more on my Twitter and blusky!

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[j-art-2d2]

hey!! i’m literally obsessed with caitlyn (arcane) so i was wondering if you could do a caitlyn x fem!reader smut? if thats okay with you <33

i most definitely got you! ur actually my first caitlyn x fem! reader smut request so i hope you enjoy bestie!

also ty for being so patient! <3

anyway here’s caitlyn being the momdom (pft!) that we didn’t know we wanted

If Only You’d Learn

In retrospect, you should’ve known better. You did know better. But you couldn’t help it. Your girlfriend has the worst habit of immersing herself into her work and forgetting that the rest of the world exists. If it were any other time, maybe you would’ve possibly thought this through. But another time didn’t exist to you in that moment. It had been two weeks since Cailtyn properly fucked you, and you were getting fed up.

Feeling bold after a shower, you stomp right up to where she’s working on the floor, purposefully leaving wet prints through the house. You’d think that'd be enough to catch her attention but no, she barely moves an inch. So you take it one step further. With the soles of your feet still wet, you take forward steps onto her work that’s lying on the floor, effectively leaving imprints on the papers. Immediately she looks up.

You watch in desperation as her nostrils flare, hoping that this was the last straw. The last slip up that will make her fuck some sense into you. But no. “Kitten.. do you want to tell me why you just decided to not only interrupt my work but ruin it as well ?” And that’s your girlfriend. Composed as hell, always. But you knew exactly what to do next.

“Just wanted to.”, you shrug while shifting your feet, the movement on damp paper leaving minuscule rips. Upon hearing the noises, Caitlyn stands up. But you hold your ground, looking up at the woman as innocently as possible. She takes an imposing step towards you, asserting her dominance. “Want to try to answer that again, my love?”, her pointer finger slides it’s way up from the center of your chest to the tip of your chin, making sure you can’t look away from her. You were soaked before she was even halfway up your chest, buzzing with anticipation.

You gulp. Now that she’s towering over you, you start to realize that maybe this what a bad idea. But you’re headstrong. That’s one of the things she loves about you. So you press further. “Not at a-” Her hand is on your throat. “Tsk. Why must you do this to me, Kitten..?” She applies enough pressure to make you dizzy, fading your inhibitions. “I see right through you, baby..”, the sweetness in her tone contrasts the dark look in her eyes. She was now helping to guide you towards the bed, aiding you in lying down. “You just want my attention..” Caitlyn then makes her way above you, movements slow and calculated. You were beginning to be hopeful that your plan was working out. “And maybe you’d get it..”, her voice deepening with every sentence.

Suddenly, in one swoop, your hands are pinned above your head and your legs are being pushed open by her knees. “If only you’d learn!”, she punctuates her words by slipping past your towel with her free hand and roughly dipping one finger inside of you, your wetness providing enough slick. Your walls squeeze against her digit, wanting more. You try to buck your knees but despite her appearance, Caitlyn is strong as hell, easily holding you down. She makes quick work of you, using her mouth to mark any exposed skin she could possibly reach from her position. The only friction she provides you with is the light flicking of her finger ghosting over your g-spot.

For a moment, you forget what this was all about. The only thing you can focus on is the way you need Caitlyn to just fuck you already. Tears of frustration prick your eyes, as you try once again to lift your hips. Caitlyn leans over and presses a kiss to your forehead and whispers softly to you, “Forgive me, my love, you just look so pretty when you cry underneath me.” You whine as a response. It's all you can do when you're completely at her mercy. “Have we learned our lesson, baby?” You nod your head swiftly, hoping that she'll accept that as your answer.

You can barely process the change in position before she's lifting you onto her lap. “Mmmm, that’s my girl. My good girl.”, Caitlyn hums in approval before slipping two more fingers into you. She grips your ass and bounces it up and down, effectively making you ride her. The fullness hits you all at once and the tears you were holding spill out. She leans down and licks a single tear off of your cheek before slyly asking, “Why are you crying, kitten? This is what you wanted right ?”

God, you love your fucking girlfriend.

[kayforpay]

damara harsh momdom on alternia boytroll of choice?

Although he would never admit it, would never mention it to anyone but another highblood, Gamzee liked when lowblooded trolls didn't kneel and cower in respect. He liked when they snapped at him, like his sweet little palemate would, or when they brushed his comments off, like Tavros would. He would never tell anyone, because even he wasn't so stupid he would commit social suicide just after some of his friends had barely welcomed him onto the new planet.

So, the Beforans were exciting. They were exciting in the dreambubbles, but it was different on this new planet, in this time when things were just coming together. Most of them didn't want to talk with him much, which he understood, but Damara was... If not amicable, she talked to him. Most of her game didn't want to talk to her, and he didn't ask why. Not like he had room to talk, when Karkat was arguing about him even being allowed to be alive every other day.

She was friendly, in a way. Playfully insulting, calling him little boy and clownie. It made his pusher skip a beat.

The most shocking thing, though, was that she moved first. Gamzee liked to take his time before making a move; he had met Karkat when they were both two and a half sweeps old, and hadn't suggested pale until they were four (he thought about it almost immediately, but he didn't want to rush). But with Damara, the second time he came to his hive to smoke nip and ignore him, she shoved him to the floor and climbed on top of him.

At that point, he stopped trying to act like he wasn't into it, into her treating him like he wasn't anything special, since she obviously realized anyway. Once he admitted it, with her hand tangled in his hair while he half-sobbed into the pillows on his couch and she fucked him hard enough he almost bruised, she came over more often.

"No labels. I don't want to get attached again." Damara said, every time. He could live with it.

The other thing, much more surprising, was that she didn't even blink when he begged her to let him call her mommy. It was weird, something he learned from the humans, of all people, but he couldn't stop himself from wanting it. And, as a nice bonus, she never complained. If she didn't like something, she told him, and he never asked for it again.

"Please." He breathed. He twitched, hands curled into fists on his knees. She was slouched on the couch, eyes on her phone. Well, he assumed they were. Her knee was over his shoulder, her skirt over his head. She scratched his horn, and he whimpered, oversensitive. "Mommy, please. Please."

She had, easy as anything, stripped her panties off as soon as she walked in, dropping them lazily on the floor, and directed he kneel in front of her. Now, as disgusting as the thought made him feel, he could smell her nook, but wasn't allowed to move. "Why should I?" A video started playing on her phone, and he whined.

"I'll be good. I'll do so good, mommy, please." He shivered, leaned forward by an inch, and she flicked his horn. "Please, please, please, pl--"

Damara's hand in his hair pulled him back fast enough he got dizzy, and then the pain hit him and he whined. "Stop begging like that. Did you even seal paint?" Her eyes traced the barely-covered scars on his face slowly, and he struggled not to cover his face.

"Yes, mommy. Sorry, 'm sorry." He was whining, and crept his hand forward to wrap around her ankle, his wrist resting on the top of her foot. "I'm just, I'm so fuckin', I need it, please."

For a second, Damara looked thoughtful, as though she was going to just leave; and maybe she would, it wasn't like Gamzee was about to try and keep her without her permission. They weren't anything. "Fine. Do good and I'll let you spill." Her hand stayed tangled in his hair, and he barely had a second to think before she shoved his face against her nook.

He dropped his jaw, licking into her nook with a moan. His hand slid up her calf, to hold her thigh, and let himself focus on her taste and her deep, low voice as she told him he was a good boy. It made the skin on his head feel like it was crawling, in a strangely pleasant way, as well as her nails scratching over it. His bulge writhed angrily in his pants, but he ignored it. She would just get annoyed if he did anything with it.

Damara's bulge twisted against his cheek, over his lips while he pressed the flat of his tongue against her pleasurenub. Her moans were starting to get louder, more genuine than reactive, and he shuffled closer to chase them. This was, after all, the closest he had ever gotten to kissing her, and the more he did it, the more he wanted to kiss her.

Maybe he would ask her for it later, if he got a reward.

Time lost all meaning when he was with Damara, when she was easily, happily bending him to her will, so he jumped and almost stopped what he was doing when her foot pressed against his bulge. She pressed hard enough that it hurt, but not so hard he wanted her to stop, and once he was used to it, he rolled his hips against the pressure anyway.

"Good little slut. So good for mommy." She cooed, curling some of his hair behind his ear. Her voice was warm, resonating in his skull, and he shook as he spilled, so suddenly he couldn't even try to stop it. "Oh?"

He whimpered, and tried to keep licking her nook, but she pulled him back, the same hand that had been so soothing just a moment before pulling his scalp away from his skull. "N-no, please, I'm sorry, please, mommy." He could feel tears burning at the corners of his eyes.

"You're sorry? You made a mess, slut." Damara's voice was steely, and she pressed against his bulge again. "Clean it. Now."

Gamzee sniffled and blinked tears down his cheeks as he nodded, leaning down to wipe his material off her foot. It wasn't that bad, but he had messed up, and now she would never want to kiss him, he knew it.

"No. Mouth." She said, curt. Her glare was withering on the way he clutched his shirt in his fist, until he dropped it, and nearly laid on the floor to reach. "Show how sorry you are."

The rust of her prematerial smeared, mixed with the purple of his, as he licked the side of her foot. He had done worse, of course, and knew that she was probably cleaner than he was, but it felt different to have her over him. Her bulge pushed her skirt up, without his mouth to occupy it, and he had to look away. It didn't take much, since his switch back to sweats after the game saved him from the strangely thin material of his god-tier fit, but he was still face down, panting like a dog at the end of it.

"Good boy. Come up." She barely finished speaking before he was following her order, crawling into her lap with another muted sob. She wiped, carefully, the tears off his face, and pressed two fingers into his mouth. "Good. You did good. You want a kiss?"

He whined, nodding around the fingers in his mouth. Damara grinned, leaned forward, and spat into his mouth, ending it with a drag of her tongue over his top lip.

"Do better next time, then."

[spankingson]

The mother all men need.

[abdlcouple520]

[chubunited]

momdom/benevolent domming :3

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

God i love the gentle but very much in control domming that comes with momdom stuff

[pajjorimre]

Minden fükk, drága Imre. FÜKK!!! :-(

Göd mörgön, hát mióta momdom???

[lonely-lorddominator]

So MomDom, are you gonna tell your parents about Brenda Noel?

[ayulaoneone]

Momdom activity: I tell you I'm going to give you your allowance for the week and you grin excitedly until, smiling softly, I hand you an oxygen mask leading to an air tank the size of a fire extinguisher. "Don't use it all at once!" I say, attaching it to your face lovingly