Just sketching Ragatha with some vintage refs… kinda addictive
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Just sketching Ragatha with some vintage refs… kinda addictive
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thinking about chris's obsession with creampies rn. seeing his quiet sobs about getting married and having kids is driving me nuts, leaving me wet every night like bffr. This is more than a smutty oneshot; this is a need... ૮ ྀི⳿ ◞ ◟ 𑁬ྀི ♡
tags : contains mature themes, sex, creampies, pregnancy topics, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (f recieving), slight mention of public sex (if you squint your eyes), nicknames, mommy, and pregnancy kink
all credits to @miinhoo on tumblr, other socials on my profile.
𝒞hris is the type to take a few days off only to take you to your dream vacation destination, spoiling you however he can. Hawaii? You got it. Paris? As you wish. Rome? I hope you're already packed, because that man will give you whatever you ask for at the speed of light.
𝒞hris is the type to book the most luxurious hotel with the most mesmerising view for both of you. It had a meaningful reason though. Little did you know that there was no such thing as "rest" when you two finally entered and explored your new housing. He'd pick you up without hesitation, things still unpacked as he pressed you up against the marble kitchen counter, caressing your body as if it was some precious monument to him. There was nothing more prepossessing than seeing you right in front of a big, glassy window with a city view or the entrance of a beach balcony. And the danger of being seen? Adds even more to it.
"Look at you, baby...So angelic like that. I'm the luckiest to see this side of you..."
𝒞hris is the type to take his time when it comes to devouring you. He loves to put time and tension into these moments as they don't happen quite often due to his work. But when it actually does happen, you realise how worth the waiting was. His tongue makes you forget all your worries and bad thoughts. And then... once his plump lips meet your folds, you let out an euphonious voice you never thought you had in yourself.
𝒞hris is the type to get all groany and impatient once you start calling out his name like he was your god. Your saviour. It drives him crazy, making it so difficult to hold back from stuffing you full of his aching problem. It wasn't anything new for you to feel him grind against your clothed core either. Maybe he had a thing for making a mess?
"You drive me so mad with that beauty of yours..."
𝒞hris is the type to go slow and intense once he's buried balls deep inside of you, taking you to heaven with him in such an unchristian way. He'd talk you through it, saying how nicely you two fit together. a Damn puzzle. That's when it gets to him once again. His need to become your husband and the father of your kids. You can barely form a sentence as he's all mumbly about how beautiful you'd look if he got you pregnant right here, right now.
𝒞hris is the type to get lost in his own fantasies, begging you to officially take him as your man. This situation you two were in seemed the most ideal. Skin pressed up to skin. No ring needed, when you knew he would've given you the blue skies if you asked him to.
𝒞hris is the type to beg you for an allowance to finish inside of you, make it all so romantic and filthily messy at the same time. He's been dreaming about this for a while now. Just thinking about how happy you two (three...? four?...) could be together in the future... And there you are, agreeing on your husband's prayer... You clench around him, and he growls in an animalistic way once he hears that he's empowered to fulfill his deepest, sweetest fantasies.
"Will make you a mommy...Oh, mommy."
𝒞hris is the type who drabbles about nonsense at this point, marking you his own with tons of hickeys and love bites. His pace got unstable, voice whiny, and body melted into yours, holding you as close as possible once he finally reaches his high, not stopping till you see the stars aswell.
"...I'll give you a few minutes before we take it to the bedroom, sweetheart."
hes protecting his four kids....no harm will come to them!!
based on this legendary image:
@kandavers
Just wanted to draw something for you 👉👈 I’m a big fan of your AU, and I can’t wait to see more about it! I hope you like it 🧡
what happened?
Doodles of @keferon 's Mecha Pilot Jazz AU 'cause it's been eating my brain and I wanted to draw angst that I had planned to write but ended up drawing fluff and just doodles of them hanging out
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as a non american i gotta say it i fucking hate those posts that are all like. "noooo why would i do anything on fourth of july fuck fascist america"
you get to barbeque, eat good food, do fireworks and sparklers, dress in unnecessarily patriotic clothes, and most of all, make fun of the british. why would you want to just sit at home moping about america being bad when you could be doing all that? idkidk seems kinda stupid to me.
(also i hate this notion that celebrating your country is an inherently right wing thing to do, therefore playing into right wing rhetoric that all leftists hate and want to destroy the country they are in)
I CAN DO ANYTHING I WANT