Your werewolf partner knots you face to face before rolling over and holding you close. You can still breathe just fine, but they're hugging you hard, one huge paw on your lower back, the other holding your head to their chest, drowning you in their thick, soft fur. You feel their heart thumping, the rumbles of their breathing as their muscular, fluffy chest rises and falls under you. You feel them twitch inside you every here and there as their knot slowly shrinks, their semi-flaccid cock still lazily sitting inside you.
They want to love you so hard, with every inch of themselves, every powerful muscle in their lupine form, but they love being gentle with you even more. They love to feel you relax under their gigantic paws, pressed into their coat like the beloved, fragile little thing you are to them. They love to feel you sigh and turn to warm putty as they squeeze just a little bit. They love all those cute noises, even the faintest ones a human would never hear, that come out of you as they make love with you, slowly and tenderly.
Their flaccid member drops free from you with a quiet *shlick* as they readjust their hips. You don't even consider moving, but with a paw sliding under your butt, the tips of their carefully trimmed claws caressing the backs of your thighs, they push you up their chest. Your head now resting further up, they crane their neck forward, planting a light kiss on the top of your head before taking a deep sniff of your hair. They sigh deeply at your scent, like one might after smelling flowers, before once again settling back, breathing slowly, on the edge of sleep.
It's a cold night, and you're technically both naked, but they've got their fur, and you've got them. It's like sleeping on a fluffy radiator, enough heat pouring off of them that you can't even feel the night air against your exposed back.
You fall asleep to the sound of their wild heart, beating softly, just for you.
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“oh no people tell me I have no sense of personal space and I'm a man and her unofficial coach what if I've been making her uncomfortable- and Akane is like nah. You're not gonna do anything to me I can feel it. Like hes the only person who can overpower her but he just uses that strength to be there for her” og my god. i need a minute after that ome. god i had a whole long winded analysis of this and i was gonna put it all here but i seriously have no words. this is so real in every possible way and a lil too relatable lmfao
ITMEANS A LOT TO ME OKAY. I too could rsnt but idk where it would go
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привет @ssavaart !
I've been a big fan of your art for at least two years, and you really inspire me!
Anyways, on to the main course, I'm a digital artist and I just started dabbling in the art of digital painting, mainly with a gouache brush.
I tried to make a lil thing since I love the way you draw hair, so I tried to make something with one of the references I found on your website
I think this is sorta good, I'm hoping I might get better at digital painting & painting in general, but everyone starts somewhere!
Here's a version with an effect used (I think I like this one better)
And the reference
Lol, I need more practice
Anyways, I've wasted enough of your time (if you even get to seeing this)
Lots of hugs and warm campfires from the hellhole
🐐 phillius the emoji goat says hi
(Click images if bad quality)
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“Andrew unzipped and upended his bag. It was full of sweaters, an odd choice for the mountains until Neil realized they were using the shirts just as packing for the bottles. “
The Kings Men, ch. 15
Neil, my son, when I think of a cabin in the mountains -sweaters are high up on the list of things that fall under the category of ‘not an odd choice for that particular setting’.
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sitting here thinking about how dean would’ve seen movies like the best little whorehouse in texas as a late night rerun on crappy motel cable. thinking about how he would’ve probably been entranced by the costumes and makeup as a little kid, and loved the bright colours and singing and dancing. about how he’d entertain sam when the tv’s bunny ears refused to cooperate by putting on a scarf and singing like dolly parton. about how john would barge into the room, take one look at him and curl his lip, telling him to cut that faggy shit out, dean. about how dean wouldn’t know what that means, but it sounds bad. it sounds like breaking glass and finger-shaped bruises, but worst of all, it sounds like the most devastating kind of disappointment.
and thinking about how, eventually, he sits on a couch lying between cas’s spread legs, watching mona give ed earl a pair of snap on nut-huggers. cas’s chest rumbles against his back when he laughs. dean threads their fingers together and presses a kiss to cas’s knuckles.
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always so wild to me when u can actually feel medication working like I have a really bad headcold rn and when I dragged myself up off the couch earlier to brush my teeth I Truly felt like I was going to collapse I was so weak but then I took my little cold and flu tablet and now, legit less than half an hour later, I feel almost human again???? Remarkable
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School's done!!! I mean there's still like two random days I have to go back before it's completely over but I'm not getting anymore assignments!
Here's the drawings of high school Ingo and Emmet that made the advert and cover of my magazine culminating this semester. They also made it into the advice column for that project (though technically that was Ingo talking about Emmet in a message to the magazine). Fun fact I freehanded the perspective on Emmet in like 20 minutes because I had to rush. I think it came out alright considering I've never done that before ^^. Anyways I'll se if I can put up some doodles later for Burst.
We made it fellas :) I'll see you later, have a good night
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