#oh no oh mama

[strawbs-screaming]

☆ great tiger headcanons ☆

i might be inactive since school just started and im trying to get my shit together, enjoy this mess

- emotionally unavailable, he uses his clones as personal therapists and helpers so he doesnt show much emotions to the others since he doesnt feel comfortable

- 100% has taken a "am i gay quiz" online (also many others have)

- not scared of bugs, at all, he's willing to spare spiders & any other silly critter but mosquitos & flies are the only exception

- his gem shining is not intentional, he hates it a whole lot and has considered taking it off before deciding to keep it because "its too iconic now"

- Really good friends with the referee, they knew each other way before his career and they chat inbetween matches

- worst cook ever, hes doing his best not to burn down his house

- uses flippity-flappity hand movements while talking,it just comes to him naturally

- has friendly dance-offs with disco kid fairly often, theyre out for blood while playing just dance

- curls up like a cat when sleeping

- jumps around when excited, has to have a moment to calm down

- listens to true crime documentaries when trying to sleep

- unironically good at math (teach me)

[sariphantom]

… I’m gonna emotionally destroy a lot of people today, aren’t I?

Anyway, happy 4th anniversary of @eternalglitch's “Like Father, Like Son” fanfic on AO3. Really looking forward to the next update… someday.

[steddieas-shegoes]

Mama Munson made Eddie’s Halloween costumes from scratch every year. She said it was because it looked cooler, but as he got older, he realized it was because she used scraps and cheap fabrics to make them and that’s all they could afford.

But his costumes were always great. Every year was better than the last.

When he got too old for trick or treating, she used Halloween night to teach him how to sew.

“For that jacket you wanna wear so bad, baby.”

It took a lot of effort, and a little bit of help for the thicker patches, but he managed to finish it in a few weeks.

That year for Christmas, he made her and Wayne battle jackets with their favorite bands and singers.

It became the thing he gave to important people.

Shortly after Vecna, when he was stuck in bed for nearly a month healing, he had his mom run to the store in Indy and start grabbing patches. Wayne found denim jackets from the donation store, surprised anything was left at all with how much people needed right now.

Eddie made all the kids jackets, even Max, who would probably think it was stupid in the same way she thought Lucas holding her hand was stupid (not at all).

He made Robin one, with a hidden rainbow flag patch on the inside pocket.

Nancy got one, even Argyle and Jonathan got one.

Steve didn’t.

Eddie didn’t know how to make it a friendly gesture, how to not make it look like he was screaming from the rooftops that he’d fallen hard for the guy who almost single-handedly saved his life. He was certain that giving him the jacket he made would be the end of the daily visits, the joking around, the fun.

“Baby, you think he don’t know?”

Eddie’s mama was trying not to laugh when he unloaded on her while he stitched the last patch to the front.

“He visits you every day, sometimes for hours, sometimes has to be dragged out by nurses, and ya think he don’t know?”

As usual, she had a point.

So Eddie was brave, gave Steve the jacket the next day when he stopped by.

Steve was silent as he took in every patch and pin, even the section of glitter glue Erica had insisted he add. Eddie played with his bare fingers, wishing now more than ever that he had his rings back.

Finally, Steve looked up, watery smile pointed right at Eddie.

“I love it. And you.”

Mama Munson slapped the back of his head gently later while Steve slept in the chair by his bed.

“I told ya so!” Her whisper was enough to make Steve shift around, his grip on Eddie’s hand tightening momentarily. “May have lost a nipple, but got yourself a boyfriend. That’s the Munson way.”

“What the hell do you mean?”

“Oh, Wayne never told you about losing his nipple in ‘Nam? Flirted with the medic and blamed it on blood loss, but wouldn’t ya know? The medic was a little light in his loafers, too!”

Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Wayne didn’t lose a nipple. You’re makin’ shit up again.”

“I ain’t never lied to ya! You ask Wayne tomorrow. There’s a reason he don’t ever go shirtless at the lake.”

And sure enough, the next day, Wayne lifted his shirt and showed Eddie where he had nothing but a scar where his nipple should be.

“So what about the medic?”

“Oh! Grant.” Wayne smiled. “We still write to each other sometimes. He’s married, got a few kids.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. We wouldn’t have worked anyway. He lives in Maine. Can’t imagine dealin’ with moose.”

Mama Munson just raised her brows from her chair and smirked.

When Steve came by after his shift, he was wearing his jacket and the biggest smile Eddie’s ever seen.

“Anything new?”

“Nothin’ really. Just found out I’ve got a lot more in common with Wayne than I thought.”

[crystalflygeo]

Ok but imagine dragon!Zhongli fills you up with eggs and by the time they hatch you end up with a bunch of tiny baby dragons squirming around like worms. What'd you do then??

WHAT'D I DO?? TAKE CARE OF MY CHILDREN OF COURSE???

"Worms", the audacity they are dragons and they are my precious babies omg

But fr tho imagine like a dozen of tiny baby noodles with a bit of fur and tiny stubby horns just curling up on your lap or around you as you sleep, draped around your shoulder, on top of your head (and Zhongli's) that is so cute pls too adorable. 💕

I'd imagine they'd be still too weak/young to fly let alone shapeshift so they're housebound, zhongli and you have to take turns watching them and going out to do stuff. Also since they're dragons/reptiles they wouldn't need milk?? rather probably just smol pieces of meat or like soft food aaaaaaaaaaaa too cute imagine feeding them with a spoon carefully.

Until they start teething that it, then they become lil menaces, biting everything on sight including each other when play fighting and/or their father (lmao) Zhongli would make small crystals they can bite into instead of destroying everything 💕

Speaking of their father imagine Zhongli feeling the urge to take dragon form just so he can curl around them and soothe them in a way they'd be more instinctually comfortable with (PAPA DRAGON ZL INSTINCTS RUNNING WILD IMAGINE HIM LICK-BATHING THEM SVCGAHBAK 🥺💕💕💕) tho they 1000% recognize you as mama and like to burrow in your hair or under your shirt (babies noooo) and just be close to/on top of you at all times

JUST A BUNCH OF TINY NOODLE BABY DRAGONS I WOULD WEEP I WOULD CRY like I did these???? I made them with my husband?? my babies??

smth like this is you will AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[captainfern]

FERNNNN PLEASE 🙏

overstim x breading kink with Price 😭😭 idk ANYTHING. JUST ANYTHING WITH THAT. PLEASE AND THANK YOU 🙏🙏

any mentions of a breeding kink, i will be there trust 🙏

18+, fem!reader

you had already come three times, and your body was growing tired. overstimulation was creeping in rapidly, your entire body aching and trembling as your husband fucked into you over and over.

price had your knees bent up against your chest as he fucked you— his fat cock stretching you open, reaching deep inside you so that his cockhead rutted up towards the plug of your womb.

he was a groaning, grunting mess above you too. he had come once, and had been prolonging his second orgasm for what seemed like hours. his cum dribbled out of you with each heavy thrust, a creamy white ring settling around the base of his cock as your fluids drenched him.

he was slick with sweat, strands of hair falling over his forehead while his hips slapped against you, both hands holding your legs in place and stabilising himself at the same time. you whined and whimpered beneath him, your next orgasm tightening in the base of your stomach. you hoped this would be your last one. you didn’t know how much more of this you could take.

but price wanted you to take a lot. he wanted you to come around his cock again and again while he filled you with his hot cum, intent on stuffing you full and making him a dad.

“john, baby, p-please—” you stuttered around a moan, clawing at the hairy, muscled ridges along your husbands bare back. your thighs were beginning to ache, and your clit was pulsing almost painfully.

“i know, my darling, i know. i’ve got you, i’ve got you,” he cooed, hips snapping against you. his breathing was laboured, cock driving into you repeatedly, sliding into the tight heat of your cunt. “that’s a good girl. bein’ such a good girl for me. and you’re gonna let me come in this pretty, wet pussy again? hm? gonna let me stuff you full?”

you nodded weakly, whimpering softly into the warm air of your bedroom. price grumbled deep in his throat in content, one hand quickly snaking down to toy with your slick, puffy clit. you moaned loudly, entire body quivering as your orgasm hit you and you feel over the edge of pleasure.

you came, moaning price’s name as your cunt clenched around him like a vice, squeezing his cock, slick dribbling out of you. price groaned, grinding his hips against you, and replacing his hands back onto your legs.

his efforts increased— thrusts deepening, grinding and rolling his hips. he huffed out grunts and moans of your name as his own orgasm approached. his grip on your legs tightened as he began mumbling out dirty talk that made you mewl desperately beneath him.

“m’gonna fill this pretty pussy with my cum an’ stuff you full of it. have you so full that you’ll be leaking with it. just fuckin’ leakin’ with my cum. might have to plug you up, hm, sweetheart? put somethin’ in this wet cunt to stop my cum from leakin’ out.”

“price—!”

“god, m’so close, baby,” price groaned thickly. “fuck, can’t wait to get you pregnant. can’t wait to see you fat with my child— fucking hell— and m’gonna fill this tight pussy even while you’re pregnant. how’s that sound?”

you couldn’t even answer with words. you simply moaned out his name again.

he was fully gone now. after so long of edging himself, his orgasm was building aggressively, and you knew he’d empty a hell of a lot inside you.

“that’s it, mama, take it all in this pretty pussy,” price rambled. “take all of my cum. take it all. take— fuck— take all my cum in this tight cunt, mama, please—” he interrupted with a choked groan as he came, hot spend filling you up nice and warm. “oh, fuck, baby, fuck. that’s it, that’s my girl, takin’ it all like such a good fuckin’ girl.”

[beebfreeb]

I don't think Senshi would play Cooking Mama. He would think it's a great game for the kids to have but it wouldn't appeal to him like the real thing. He wouldn't play any actual cooking sims, either. He would play Tetris and Candy Crush.

[renasy]

FINAL FANTASY VII REBIRTH (demo.)

Sephiroth?

[sky-is-the-limit]

I saw someone on tiktok call König a big dumb bitch and if you're on here, I wanna be besties.

Also, the best and only good thing about MW3:

[happy74827]

I have to stop going to the movies because my obsession of fictional hot men just keeps growing…

That being said, who wants some Colt Seavers and Tom Ryder fics? 👀

[codename-adler]

this means.

laila. alvarez. laila and alvarez. LAILA. AND. ALVAREZ.

LAILA.

ALVAREZ.

LAILA

AND

ALVAREZ.

[altades]

mama's boy

[harveylikestoart]

Does he think about his mother

[sugerkainart]

golgothasTerror [GT] began pestering tipsyGnostalgic [TG]

GT: Help! TG: wut TG: lol TG: hi dirk TG: <3

[delphi333]

they forced me to drink the yuri juice ☹️

[iamapoopmuffin]

Taking bets on who Idia meant to send that DM to-

[0ddbugs]

Redline: Mama Duck part 2

Hunee was pretty intense--

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