#argue with ya momma

[idyllking]

Wenclay Tingz: Peircings Edition

Majority of Wednesday's piercings she does herself (Her ears were pierced as a baby)

Bianca has no immediately visible piercings (aside from three in each ear. the tragus doesn't get noticed for the most part)

After they start dating Bianca let's Wednesday repierce her tongue (She took the bar out and it healed before she realized)

Wednesday's piercings include: Bridge, Septum, Two Helix's, a singular lobe, and a Daith she did to help with her Migraines.

Bianca's include: Tongue, Nips, Naval, a Tragus, and the Three lobes.

Bianca let's Wednesday practice piercings on her and ends up with an eyebrow piercing and snake bites (she keeps neither despite Wednesday's protests)

Wednesday pierces herself with pure silver (much to everyone's annoyance)

Bianca get an interest at one point and has Wednesday show her how to do piercings.

She does a few of Wednesday's next pericings.

Wednesday pierces Bianca back dimples (and struggles to keep her hands from roaming)

They both fidget with each others piercings.

[gunnrblze]

Hesh

Logan

Elias

Merrick

Keegan

Kick

Rorke

[diamonds-of-the-first-water]

francesca and john are autistic

[cerealsensei]

Soul Blade/Soul Edge Intro (PS1)

[everything-y-nothing]

CHARLOTTE BRIDGERTON

Daddy, can we go to the ice cream shop today?” “Absolutely!” Anthony smiles. The little girl rewards him with a display of sheer excitement and what follows is an expression he knows all too well – a triumphant smirk accompanied by the proud lift of a chin. As infuriating as it once felt on a familiar face, when worn on his daughter it makes Anthony's heart melt. Never mind the daggers his wife is currently staring into the back of his head.

[underground-hip-hop-affiliated]

Only Nerds worried about you "applying knowledge"

as if there's anything to apply other than Being God.

[kishibei]

its litch 5 in the morning n im crying ab aot final ep as if i didnt finish the manga in 2020 but omg AOT IS SO INTEGRAL TO MY TUMBLR LORE this isnt the acc i started tumblr with n all my aot moots r gone its been years but i love yall even if i hated yall YOU MEANT SOMETHING I THINK OF YEW RN

[retro-rezz-the-est]

Nah y’all get her to 60-0 and then do that shit to her????? Fuck that mess y’all I’m done for the night GOODBYE

[pedge-page]

does joel take care of wifeys bush for her while she’s pregnant? I have a feeling he would appreciate hers very much

18+ ONLY

You would absolutely insist on having it shaved, and you'd shave it yourself as much as possible while pregnant. But when you get to that point that you can't see or reach over your belly, you call upon your doting, obedient, loyal husband who would do anything you ask of hi-

"No."

You blink at him. With a razor blade in one hand and shaving cream in the other, you're naked as your soon-to-be-baby will be on the day of her birth.

"What."

He shrugs. "Said no."

"But... its..."

"It's beautiful."

You scoff. "C'mon Joel." Holding out the razor and cream, you smile with pleading eyes.

He only shakes his head again. "I'm not doing it. I wanna enjoy the bush."

"The what?"

He chuckles. "Heard me." He paces forward, your belly bumping his as you are forced to step backwards. "I said--" he reaches behind you to knead your ass-- "I want--" You find yourself pinned in front of the sink-- "the bush."

"I dont-- what does that even mean?"

But he's already kissing down your belly button.

"Leg," he commands.

You give him a sideways look from above, barely seeing his lidded eyes over the swell of your tummy.

You whimper but lift your thigh, enabling him to hook it over his shoulder. His hand finds its way to cup against your lower back so the countertop doesn't uncomfortably cut into your spine.

"Joel..." you whine. "Its just....so..." you cover your face with your hands, though you can't even see his expression down there in the great beyond anyway.

"S'magical," he replies, nose nuzzling your newly grown hair. "Ooo baby. It's like my beard rubbed off on ya down here."

"How is THAT sexy?"

"You like my beard don't you?"

Fair point. "But not on me. Not down there."

He chuckles, inhaling your scent with a kiss to your pelvis.

"Let's get explorin," he grumbles with a sly smile, before spreading you expertly apart with his fingers. His lips attached to your clit, and he starts sucking with such precision, youre not sure what "exploring" hes talking about. The man has chartered every millimeter of area down there. Playing you like a piccolo, Joel eats you out and nudges your g spot until you're crying and grasping the sink behind you.

Once you've cum three times on his tongue, you're exhausted. "J-joel," you plea.

"Mmm?" He pulls away, showcasing his soaking mustache and lopsided drunk grin. "S-wrong, Momma?" He rubs along your belly with his slick hand, soothing your twiching body.

You feel dizzy, unable to argue with him. "M'not...asking you... take care... of-of... it...'gain."

He giggles into your belly. "Honey," he tuts. "Wasn't gonna ask your permission. I'm gonna enjoy this for as many nights as I can get it. Now how about I take ya to bed so we can continue preserving these forests?"

- - - -

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[acid-ixx]

"hostage situation"

series masterlist

nightwing, to his siblings: okay, so we have to be real careful because the joker and harley quinn are holding our baby sibling hostage and we can't put them in anymore danger.

nightwing, looks at red robin: i'm sure they have some traps laid around the lair so you'll be disarming it.

red robin, nods:

robin: then me and todd will be handling any spare targets, no?

nightwing: of course. cass, steph and duke will be guarding the entrance. babs?

oracle, speaking in the intercoms: this is the closest point of entry where (name) is being kept hostage.

red robin: security cams suggest there's more than just harley and the joker in the lair. a bunch of their goons are heavily guarding both the entrance and the exit. we should thread carefully.

oracle: there's no camera's where (name) is exactly at, but there's a specific room where it's shown that the two are often visiting.

batman, who had been lurking behind them: this is a priority mission. we can't afford to make mistakes.

robin, eyebrows raised: though, is it necessary to bring the entire family? me and my father could handle this entirely by ourselves.

jason, sighs: don't pretend like you weren't the first to suggest the entire justice league to come searching for them, kid.

batman: enough arguing, (name) needs all the support they could get after this. so on my count, we are to bust open the door.

dick: alright, everybody, prepare.

*meanwhile, inside the lair, in a makeshift "house"*

(name), sitting on a comfy chair whilst holding a cup of hot chocolate and a book in the other, sneezes: oh— did anyone mention my name?

harley quinn, already on her way to wipe their nose: oh my baby! is our baby sick?!

(name): no, i just suddenly sneezed?

the joker, in another room: i spy with my little eye, a child way past their bedtime~ c'mon babyboo, let's get you to bed!

(name): awe, but it's like, 10pm. i wanna read some more.

harley, about to pick (name) up: then let momma read the book for you in bed, cutesy pie—

*the door to the kitchen slams open*

dick, with his escrima sticks on-hand: surrender (name) to us now or—!

dick, absolutely befuddled: wait, what?!

damian, with bruce in tow: what's the hold up, nightwing?!

damian, about to jump right in front of dick before he was stopped by bruce's hand on his shoulder: what is... this?

bruce: ... explain the meaning of this, harley.

harley, holds (name) closer to her chest as she's equally confused: what do ya mean, bats? ain't it obvious i'm taking care of my child?

(name): uhm...

damian, visibly offended: what do you mean, your child? (name) over there is ours.

the joker, walks over to the room in a hurry: what's with all the commotion over here?! (name) is supposed to be in bed, harle— batman?!

bruce, with squinted eyes: don't act stupid, what is this all about?

nightwing, surveying the room: wait, why is (name) in pajamas?

(name), trying their best to shrug in harley's tight hug: i'm... supposed to go to bed...?

the joker, about to walk over to (name) before he's stopped by a batarang almost hitting the side of his head: hey! what's that for? i'm clearly not trying to attack my own child!

bruce: (name) is my child, not yours.

the joker, glaring at batman: well, it's not my fault they choose me over you!

(name) wayne, interrupting the two: uhm... i did technically disown myself from the family so—

damian: disown yourself?

(name): i have every reason to—

dick: look, baby bird, you don't know what's right for you, these guys are dangerous—

(name): i literally got nearly killed by some nobody criminals if not for harley saving me but okay, nightwing.

bruce, whose attention is now on (name): you almost got what now?

(name), rolling their eyes: i almost died, batman. now if you excuse me, i think i deserve a good night sleep tonight.

(name), looks at harley who still hasn't released them from the protective hug: can we?

harley quinn, facepalming in her mind as she stares back at (name): oh, i should've bought you to pam and selina instead.

[lostinlovingrevery]

UGHHHHH logan knowing how you get with his big sexy arms so he uses them against you in the best ways possible

Nonny, you're a genius

I've ALWAYS admired his arms, but Logan overwhelms me in the best ways so I forget to focus!

I'm planning to writing a fic on this but i'm gonna write a few things down here too bc mmrph. arms. theres some smut below the cut

The moment logan realizes youre practically drooling over them beefy muscles of his

boy oh boy hes taking advantage of that

He be flexing around you every chance he gets

Starts purposely wearing tanks, or shirts so tight they would rip if he flexes one more time

He'll position himself in ways that make his muscles bulge, or makes his arms just look really good and really distracting

work on in places you'll walk in on him, like your shared bedroom, hes sitting and doing reps randomly. you can't even chatise him over it cause you're watching the veins bulge with every lift of those 50 pound weights he's using.

if you're arguing, he's going to pull out the big guns. literally. bc it gets you distracted and dumb

and he'll take that chance to fuck it out of you and by then you can't even remember what you were arguing about

PUTTING YOU IN A HEADLOCK

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

Someone wrote a fic about logan fucking you in a headlock and im just iefhwjbrbgerbg over it. it was so good. I need to find it and read it again.

He'll tease you about it

"Becoming putty over my arms bub? like em that much dont ya?"

he'll make you ride them

you read that right

laying in bed, arm stretched out with you grinding over it, he bends the elbow so his hand supports your lower back.

he likes it to bc it gives him the perfect view of your pussy soaking his arm and the sheets

look at the veins

gonna lick them

gonna bite em

get over here big boy MOMMAS HUNGRY

sexy stuff aside

those would be the safest arms ever

his arms around your shoulder, your waist. hooked around your thighs...

just being wrapped up in those bad boys...man. Id never want to leave

his big ole biceps and muscular man titties blocking your view of the world. just him.

yeah, im gonna need him now. thanks.

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

"What—what is that?" Daryl drawled, looking on incredulously.

"Well, obviously it's a momma goat that just had twin kids and clearly they're all ours now. I found them," you said. "Someone has to keep them safe!" you added, like it was the most obvious thing in the world that this would fall to you.

"We've already got—what? Twenty chickens? And a pile of dogs and cats and—Christ, goats?" He was shaking his head but you knew he'd come around. In fact, he was already smiling. "Ya must've lost yer damn mind."

"Oh, yes, of course I have. But I think the more pressing question is, can you say for sure that you haven't lost yours? Because you're the one who proposed to and married me," you said, grinning at him.

"You and yer damn strays..." he murmured.

"Hey, are you forgetting that you were pretty much a stray when I found you?" you asked, biting your bottom lip. Daryl couldn't argue with that.

The smaller of the two little goats bleated and you immediately scooped it up. Daryl sighed.

"Ya named 'em yet or what?" he asked, striding over.

"This one is Blue. I figured I would let you named the other one."

"Alrigh'. Blue and Fang, then."

"Fang?!" you barked. "You can't name him 'Fang'!"

"Thought you said I got to name one, or did I mishear that?"

"Yeah, but—"

"Fang," Daryl said, bending to scratch the other little goat under the chin, while the momma looked on. "See? He likes it," he drawled.

You could only roll your eyes. Prompt: "You must've lost your damn mind." / "Oh, yes, of course I have. But I think the more pressing question is, can you say for sure that you haven't lost yours?"

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Hiya 😍 so I would like to request about dark! Agatha Harkness and fem!reader with smut cause she hot when she evil

Mommy’s Good Girl

Dark!Agatha Harkness x fem!reader

Summary: How long have you been here?

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, kiddnaping/manipulation, Agatha uses magic to mess with your memories, enchanted strap, breeding, Agatha uses magic like it's a drug on you

Word count: 955

A/N: Kinda struggled with what I wanted to do with this, but I'm happy with what it turned into

It had been a few months since you had come to Westview. You couldn't remember when exactly, but you found yourself living with your girlfriend, Agatha Harkness. Though she never allowed you outside of the house.

“It's dangerous out there dear. Mommy knows best.” She'd say and your mind would go fuzzy. Big thoughts leaving your head.

“You don't need all those big thoughts baby. Those are for Mommy to deal with.” You had no room to argue. You weren't even sure you could. The words alluding you completely.

You weren't sure why your brain always got so fuzzy after you'd ask a big girl question, but it always did. A purple tint in your eyes that you'd blink away along with those thoughts.

You were curled up on the couch one night with Agatha, her arm wrapped around your waist. Your head on her chest as she rubbed your thigh. You felt a wetness pool between your legs as you looked up at her.

“M-Mommy?” You dared ask, but she'd just shush you as she carried on until you were squirming. Your hand tightening into a fist on her shirt. Another plead falling past your lips as she looked at you with faux concern.

“Oh dear you're so silly. You know you're only good for Mommy’s pleasure, right?” Your face scrunched up in confusion. What was she talking about you had never…

A purple tint covered your eyes as you closed them tightly. That familiar fuzzy feeling back. “That's Mommy’s good girl. You're going to take what Mommy gives you and then you're going to forget like you always do so Mommy can enjoy that innocence of yours dear.” You groaned, trying to push away, but you had no strength. Another tint of purple and whispered words in your ear, “You want this dear. Don't run from Mommy.” Your eyes widened, everything only becoming fuzzier. You couldn't make out anything except her.

“Mmm Mommy…icky…” you squirmed, rubbing your thighs together.

“Oh? Do your princess parts feel all icky?” she cooed and you nodded. A wicked smile crossing her features. “Don't worry Mommy knows how to fix it.” The look you beamed up at her was her favorite everytime she did this. That look of innocent bliss of her being able to fix you. You would look so innocent until she was was three fingers deep. Fingers moving roughly to build you up only to stop just before you were there. A whine pushing past your lips only for her to push you. A snap of her fingers and you were both naked, how did she…? You never had time to finish that thought before her strap was pounding into you. Your mind goes absolutely blank. The only words you could form now were,

“Mommy, please! S'full Mommy!”

“That's my good girl. Taking Mommy so well. You're Mommy’s little pleasure doll aren't ya?” she asks and you nod, in your fuzzy state this was all you ever wanted, her, all of her, all of Mommy.

“Yesh Momma! S'full! Love it s'much!” You cry out feeling your coil tighten up. Your eyes widening looking up at her as you feel it get tighter and tighter with every thrust. She's hitting just the right spot relentlessly. Until you're pushed over the edge. Your coil snapping as you screamed and moaned out, clawing and biting on your Mommy. She whispered little praises in your ear.

“Mommy’s good girl. That's it. Let it happen baby. Mommy’s taking care of the icky feeling. Let it all out.” As she fucked you through the orgasm, the fuzziness dissipating, you tried pushing away. Overstimulation setting in.

Purple. Blink. Fuzzy.

“Mommy still needs to cum baby. Mommy’s gonna breed you like she always does and maybe this time you'll be good and give me what I want.” You groan at her words.

You could feel the overstimulation, yet you moved your hips with her letting orgasms rip through you, tears streaming down your cheeks that Agatha so kindly leaned down and licked off you with a moan.

“You're so pretty when you cry. I love seeing you all broken beneath me.” You felt her thrusts quicken, her breathing pick up. “Mommy’s cumming baby. Gonna fill you up and breed you baby. It's all your good for. Mommy’s breedable pet.”

“Yesh Mommy yesh…” you managed out, your throat hurt from screaming and moaning. She did a final rough thrust, hitting the deepest parts of you as you felt her fill you. A moan ripped from your throat, “Mommy’s breedable pet…” made its way past your lips.

“Such a good girl. It's too bad I have to take your memories.” Confusion on your face as you looked up through the haze as you saw her eyes glow purple and a purple mist come from her hand towards you.

“No Mommy please be good! I'll be good!” You tried to argue as waves of memories hit you of every time this happened. How long you'd actually been here in this almost constant fuzzy state. It wasn't a few months. It had been a few years.

You looked up with pleading eyes, more tears falling, you just wanted to be Mommy’s good girl. You couldn't live without her. Why would you want to? She takes care of everything even if she's kept you trapped here as her sex doll, her breedable pet. You didn't want to be anything else. You didn't want to forget.

You blinked, eyes feeling heavy. The room spinning as you tried to fight it. ��Want Mommy please…be good…good baby, good pet.” Your words are slurring.

“Shhh sleep.” Purple. Blink. Darkness.

Maybe someday you'd convince her you wouldn't leave, but today wasn't that day.

[starry-hughes]

blurb on brooks and Luke arguing about putting the boys in hockey?

luke puts the filled out forms in front of brooks. it just needs her signature. ryder hughes and everett hughes. hockey camp. already can skate. know the hockey basics. related to three nhl players. all the notes luke scribbled onto the forms.

brooks has clara next to her in the high chair, eating yogurt melts as brooks watches from her seat at the dining table. “what’s this?”

“for the boys.”

“hockey camp?” she asks. “yep, just need ya to sign at the bottom.” she stares at the forms. they need physicals and medical release forms signed. her eyes skim over the payment section, knowing that wasn’t the issue.

“i don’t know luke.” she stands and looks at him. his face falters for a brief second. “but they are old enough now and it’s a good time for them to start.” “i want them to be able to choose their activity. music, sports, art, i don’t care. what if they want to play another sport?”

everett enters the area and luke should have known this was a losing battle now. “you want to play hockey right buddy?” luke asks and everett runs to brooks. she holds him on her hip and he curls into her. “hi baby boy.”

“wanna stay with mommy, no hockey.” luke frowns. “ryder?” he calls out. ryder skids into the kitchen area. “you want to play hockey?” luke asked trying to remain enthusiastic. “sure!”

luke grins. “but momma said i could do swim lessons so i can learn how to dive!” ryder says. “we didn’t discuss that.” luke stares at her. “we were already getting a trainer for clara to learn how to swim this summer for emergencies, i thought you wouldn’t mind.”

[anon-e-miss]

Barbarian AU - Sad Momma Prowl version

“That’s… a fair point.” Punch vented a long intake. “I’ll have a talk wit’m. In the meantime, Rico, show’m around.”

“Yes, Ori,” Ricochet replied.

Barricade did not rubbed his wrists though the gold shackles must have been uncomfortable. He rose without waiting for Ricochet to offer him a servo. Ricochet was not surprised that his progenitor had not found a conjunx for him, only a mech with a death wish would try to force this mech into his berth. Consider his brother had been not just a senator but rich enough to finance caravans, Ricochet figured their progenitor had been a wealthy mech himself. It would not have suited him to give over even his receptive creation to just anyone, they would have needed to be one of the elite and none of those elite had the ball-bearings to contend with a firebrand. How exactly he had allowed his receptive creation to become so fierce was an interesting question.

“So maybe blackmailin’ the mech wasn’t such a nasty thing to do,” Ricochet declared as he escorted Barricade out of Punch’s rooms.

“Crosscut was always a nasty sack of slag,” Barricade explained. “When we were young, when our progenitor sided with me over him on anything, Crosscut always promised to sell me to a fishmonger as soon as he got the chance.”

“A’ight,” Ricochet declared. “Mech was definitely askin’ for it.”

“I thought so,” Barricade replied. 

“‘M thinkin’ yer other brother ain’t much better since he sold ya, ‘n Prowl both,” Ricochet said.

“Sideways is forged from the same metal,” Barricade said. “Just with none of the intelligence or charm of Crosscut. He’ll blow every credit in a vorn and find himself Empurata when he can’t pay his debts.”

“Praxus sounds vicious,” Ricochet replied.

“It is,” Barricade said. “It’s a beautiful hellscape, devoid of any spark or joy.”

“Did ya e’er think o’ runnin’ away?” Ricochet asked.

“No,” Barricade replied, with a shake of his helm. “Runaways end up like Prowl… or worse. For the same crime, grand theft and treason for robbing Praxus of their fertility. I got away with my so called freedom because my house was rich. I was a source of shame, of course, but I cared even less for Crosscut’s honour than I did our progenitor.”

“I was wonderin’ if yer progenitor had a soft spot for ya,” Ricochet asked.

“Not in particular,” Barricade said. “When I was right, when Crosscut and I argued, it annoyed him that his heir was outwitted by a lesser mech. He was desperate to get rid of me but…”

“But…?” Ricochet asked.

“He did give me to a friend of his, a sort of trial run,” Barricade explained. “I strangled him with the chains I wore and he gave me back.”

“Fair ‘nough,” Ricochet said. “Mecha will try to court ya here, once they learn ‘bout ya. Ya got the right to tell’m to get scrapped. ‘N if they push it, ya got the right to make’m scrap.”

“Could to know,” Barricade replied. “We’ll see how that works in practice and not just in theory.”

“Wanna set the tone?” Ricochet asked.

He did not explain himself but let Barricade down to the arena where mechanisms where Straxus had staged gladiatorial matches.  It would be used as a showcase in the coming mega-cycles for warriors from different clans to show off their metal. Ricochet considered where Barricade might most excel in scaring off opportunists. He knew Ori was already in a battle to convince Jazz to take responsibility for Prowl, there was no way he was going to be convince he owed anything to Barricade. It should not have surprised him that Barricade would make the choice for himself. He picked up a staff and jabbed it against the training drones power button. Ricochet was caught off guard, however and he stepped back, out of range and watched Barricade dance about the drone, scoring point after point with the simple training staff. Before long, they had an audience and he began to question if this was going to work how he had planned.

“A staff?” Ricochet asked, after waving off the audience. Barricade shrugged.

“I first trained with a broken broom handle,” he explained. “I was not going to be like my originator. I was not going to be helpless.”

“What else did ya train wit?” Ricochet asked.

“Knives,” Barricade replied. “Things that you’d find in any habsuite.”

“Ever learn to shoot?” Ricochet asked.

“No,” Barricade replied. “I was never able to get my servos on a blaster.”

“I’ll teach ya,” Ricochet said. “Just not here. Better they think yer a seasoned killer.”

“Are your framekin such savages?” Barricade asked. 

“Less than yers,” Ricochet replied, without any heat. Barricade had a lot to fear. “Some’ll want ya ‘cause ya can fight for yerself, like Ori. My genitors fell helm o’er peds for ‘m when he walloped someone that got too free wit’m. Some’ll want ya ‘cause yer exotic ‘n it’ll make’em look more impressive than they are on their own.”

“I have no intention of going with anyone,” Barricade replied. “I will not be kept.”

“I believe ya.”

Punch appeared, somehow knowing precisely where to look, as he always did. From his grin, Ricochet thought he was pleased to see Barricade sparring with the drone again, this time using a small blade. It made sense  what he had focused on training himself on. A broom, a knife, chain, these were all things that would be, theoretically, in his reach if he was sold off. While he had been largely free to live how he liked, he had been smart to train for the worst possible turn of fate for him. It occurred to him Barricade may not have resisted being sold out of Praxus. He knew the fate of receptive Praxians who ran from their “duty”. He would also have known different city-state had their own ways and he likely thought his chances better beyond Praxus’ border. 

“Prowl would like to meet ya,” Punch said. 

“How badly did you have to wear him down?” Barricade asked, unapologetically skeptical.

“Not at all,” Punch replied. “I don’t quite know what he’s thinkin’. He keeps his thoughts to himself. He might just want to see for ‘mself that yer safe.”

“Why would he care?” Barricade asked. “We’ve never met.”

“‘Cause he don’t wish his life on anyone,” Punch replied. “Ya might be good for’m. He’s been beaten so low I don’t think he remembers bein’ fierce.”

“My brother did the beating,” Barricade argued.