" 𝔪𝔶 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯'𝔰 𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔬𝔯 /

𝔰𝔥𝔢'𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔦𝔤𝔤𝔩𝔢 𝔞𝔱 𝔞 𝔣𝔲𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔩 "

rough day? good day?? have some pert galecheeks to make it better

im gonna fucking explode

what the fuck???? what is this website trying to show me??????

we don’t talk about plug!eren, who is the perfect gentleman. The one who holds doors open for you, great manners with your folks, best friends with your younger siblings and cousins, your homegirls love him and just an all around good dude. The one who would drive clear across town in the middle of the night to get your favorite snacks, the one who’d hear you stressing and talking about some bill or expense you have and quietly go take care of it. “I already told you, don’t worry ‘bout that, mama. It’s handled.” Or the one who never exposes you to his lifestyle because it’s the last thing his princess needs to concern herself with. He’s so sweet, kind and loving..one would never guess he wouldn’t hesitate to kill a dude who shorted him on his money or supply. Or that just shortly before coming home to you, he probably beat someone unconscious for trying to set him up on a lick. You wouldn’t know a thing..not when he quietly slides into bed, where you’re lying flat on your stomach, in nothing but a t shirt, bonnet and panties, waiting for him to slide them off while he kisses down your spine. Muttering in your ear to just stay still and let him take care of you. “You awake, mama? I missed you..” In the deepest gruff as he delicately touches your skin, appreciating every inch. And you realize just how much he does when he spreads you open from behind, gripping your asscheeks and planking firmly on top you as he feeds you deep, passionate strokes. Slowly drilling you..with those sweet whimpers underneath him. You didn’t even have to move an inch, all he needs you to do is keep moaning and let him claim that beautiful pussy. That spot opening up so nicely after a couple thrusts. His tattooed hand and gold watch placed at the small of your back to keep you pinned down. “Mmm…just like that, baby. You ain’t gotta do shit..daddy got you.”

and he always will take such good care of his girl.

You’re doing amazing sweetie 🫶🏽

aww aww katsuki coming home to find you and your kiddos in the kitchen, a disarray of gingerbread and icing and candies spread out across the dining room table.

you'd managed to dye your daughters frosting pink, and she's jumping up and down on her tippy-toes when she sees him, grinning so hard the tendons in her neck are straining. she'd wanted to build and decorate her own gingerbread house this year, but so far she's spent the last twenty minutes being very particular about only the first wall.

"daddy!" she leans her head all the way back when he puts his hand on her face, giggling beneath his palm with her little squished nose. "look at mine, look at mine!"

your wobbly son jumps up in his own chair, using the table as leverage to balance himself as he lets out a squeal of gibberish that vaugely sounds like an echo of what his sister is saying. at the excited pitch in his voice, her head whips around, free from katsuki's grip as her brows furrow.

"he's not even decorating anything," she protests—and she's not wrong; whatever your little boy is doing hardly classifies as 'decorating', and is more like 'eating all the frosting he can before getting caught'. there is a mess of sugar dried all around his mouth.

still, your son squeals in his chair, jumping up and down with even more energy when you place a hand on his butt, in case he slips. the promise of you only encourages him, and katsuki reaches across the table to snatch him up when he tries to get his little knee up on the surface.

your daughter's frown grows; sharing attention remains a soft spot for her. instead of saying anything, she only makes an annoyed little sound and presses her cheek into her dad's hip.

"stuff's gonna give you cavities," katsuki murmurs, though he picks up a few red and green candies and shares them with your already sugary boy—who hums happily. "need a toothbrush for christmas."

"no," your daughter pulls back and tugs on his belt loops, sneering up at him playfully when he pinches her nose. "you have cavities!"

katsuki makes a point to bare his teeth at her, and then presses his forehead to his son and does the same until they're both giggling. "ain't me, bighead,"

"you're a bighead!"

"yeah, 'n i am big, so what's your excuse?" a wicked little grin splits his face when she starts swinging on him, and he deposits your son into your lap before scooping her up off her feet, her girlish scream vibrant and happy in the space around you.

katsuki waits until she calms down a bit, holding her to his chest like a baby, before coming around the table to get a good look at her little pink masterpiece. he presses his mouth into her hair, like he does with you, and her little ruby eyes sparkle when he murmurs, "looks good, kid,"—just to her and only to her.

Sacrifice - Burst - Fool

Day 10, 11, 12 for hermittober and day 111 dddaily4sherin! :)

she turns, makes direct eye contact with you, smiles,

Idk if the ask game is still ongoing but mayhaps some tim whump? Bonus points for some family time🥺

ouchie! :( he got hurt :(((

im gonna be real i had so much fun drawing some of these faces i didnt even pay writing much attention. they both are stupid idiots with stupid idiot faces i just wanna draw their bastard faces!!!!!!!!!!

Error look happy your damn wife is trying to celebrate your birthday

(Error created by CrayonQueen, Ink created by comyet)

So this song fits them so very well right?

blink 

feeling shitty about myself tonight, but at least I’m not nicki minaj. so it could always be worse.

putting this one on this account because its a bit. suggestive.

had a discussion with some friends about v1 being very dirty and stinky and probably needing to be washed. we talked about waxing. i figured gabriel's a bit of a neat freak and v1 doesn't like being cleaned very much, so the angel has to hold them down in order to get them decently spotless.

also fun fact that you (hopefully) didn't notice. the thumb of v1's right hand is on the wrong side. i've fixed it but i'm too lazy to take another picture so they have two left hands. oh well.

why's he half naked? doesn't want blood on the armor, of course

here's some progress shots:

edit: very important addendum