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The best part about turning 30 was, legitimately, unlocking the ability to use this image
pavlov's dog
synopsis : it's not like you purposely meant to condition your sweet werewolf boy to come on command. but hey, he's gotta prove that he's got plenty of energy stored up, right? cw : unapologetically horny, breeding, oral, tummy bulge, mating press, doggy, overstim, spanking, knotting, not proof read, etc a/n : day five of coping. enjoy some shameless smut with our woflie 💚
"o-one more, you can take one more for me, right angel?" he growls from the crook of your neck. he's got your legs thrown over his shoulders, chest pressed against yours, and if you were coherent enough you would've realized that at some point in the last 10 minutes, he slid a pillow underneath your hips, making every thrust of his cock hit in that spot that makes your thighs tremble.
valko usually has good patience. he can take the teasing, the light touches on the base of his ears, the way your hands linger a bit too long when you pet his tail. even during those heated moments, he'd much rather spend hours buried between your thighs, lapping and slurping up the slick that he swears his life on.
and it would've rolled out just like that, when just a few hours ago when you were settled in his lap. it was innocent enough- at least, as much as it can be when he's got his hands on you hips, grinding you against him while he alternates between kissing you breathless and biting the spot under under your collar. his tail curls around your waist, and it's almost instinctual the way the words smoothly come out from you lips, whispered and breathy.
"g-good boy..."
his grip on you tightens, and you watch the way his eyes blow up completely. valko's entire body shudders, before he buries his head down onto you.
"V-val?! what's wrong, are you-"
"stop talking, angel,"
"are you okay? do you need me to move-"
valko's arms wrap around you, a silent stay put. he's still shaking, and as you try to shift on him, you feel it. or rather, feel the way he just came undone.
"did you just-"
"no,"
it hits you like an absolute truck. the shock in your face slowly morphs into something akin to mischief. you gently pull valko's face up, making him look you in the eyes. his head tilts in that adorable, embarrassed puppy way, and you almost feel bad for what you're about to test out.
almost.
your smile is deceptively sweet, hands cradling his face while your lips ghost his own.
"good boy,"
the reaction is instantaneous. valko's eyes shut close, his tail just about wraps around you fully, and his hips rut upward as he comes undone, once again, to those two words alone.
and gods forbid you let out a soft laugh. not to shame him, but at the realization you've discovered. you should've realized it sooner, really. anytime valko does anything you've deemed deserve the phrase- his reaching something on the top shelf "aww, good boy, thank you valko!", when he sits still while you brush out the knots in his ears "good boy, I know I know just one more tangle", or when he's made you come on his face for the nth time "nghh, good boy, thank you-!".
the way his teeth graze your neck brings you back, and you're suddenly very aware on how he's flipped you over. you're rolled onto your stomach, hips lifted up and back deliciously arched. he's got you on his hands and knees.
his hand runs from the low of your back, tracing up your spine before trailing up into your hair. his grip is just firm enough where you help out a soft moan at the sensation.
his cock lines up at your entrance, warm and waiting. he's cooing, voice crazed and utterly depraved for you.
"shh, it's okay, baby. just one more for me, yeah?" you nod feverishly, body trembling with anticipation, hips trying to chase after him. the growl he lets out is nothing short of animalistic, before he pushes in with one smooth, devastating thrust.
with how he's got you, the stretch is somehow deeper and fuller and somehow got you wanting more. valko bottoms out, hand big and heavy on your ass before landing a nasty smack!
"look at you," he breaths out. you feel him lean forward, his chest- sculpted and defined- flushed against your back. the way he kisses your shoulder blades are such a gentle contrast to the way he's filling you up, deeper fuller than you've ever been.
his hand depends down, wrapping around you before settling on your stomach, right over where...
"you feel that?" your mind is all buzzed with him, so when he lands another slap in the same spot that's already red with his hand print, is when you process just what he's talking about.
valko can feel the cogs turning, and he pulls back just an inch before thrusting back in. his hand is still pressed against your stomach, his breath hot against your neck.
"that's right, that's me. so fucking deep inside you." he pulls all the way back, slow and excruciating, before thrusting back in- impossibly harder this time, a sharp snap of his hips that makes you gasp out.
"fuck-! that's it, taking me so well, angel. look at you, 's like you were made for me," his pace starts slow, each thrust a deliberate drag that makes you cry out. he's not doing any better on top of you, his ears flat against his skull, muscles flexed and straining out.
"you feel that?" his voice shudder out as he presses his hand down, "that's me. inside you. fucking you. claiming you." his movements speed up, his thrusts less and less precise as he chases both your highs.
"tell me- please, tell me I'm doing good," he lifts your hips higher, pulling his cock all the way out before pushing in to make sure you feel all of him, "please, angel-!"oh, and how could you deny the request of your wolf?
"g-good boy!"
a full body tremor shocks through him, his grip on you so tight that it's hard to tell where he starts and you end. A raw and broken sound tears from his throat.
"f-fuck, angel-!"
his hips drive forward, desperate and devastating as his release crashes through him. you feel him pulse inside you, the way your body surrenders to the pleasure. it's the way that you can feel him falling apart, just from you, that causes your own walls to clench around him, your moans swallowed by his pillows underneath you.
valko falls forward, catching himself before flipping you over. he's cradling you against his chest, voice raspy and hushed as he kisses your forehead. you feel it- his knot swelling up, locking you two together into a slick, exhasted mess.
his hand gently lifts your chin, and he finds your lips. he kisses you like he has no time to waste.
"thank you," he murmurs, soft and genuine. he pulls you close, getting you comfortable. it's be a while before his knot swells down, but right now, all that exists is the way his heart beats in sync to yours.
i will never stop writing for him. wait for me, my wolf.
There there big guy 👻
post-knot pillow talk
a/n : some valko smutty/sugestive fluff to help distract from the emotions. take a break, drink some water, and enjoy. inbox open for anyone who needs it 💚
"angel- please, if you keep moving like that...," valko hisses out. he's still extremely sensitive, with the way his knot is keeping you locked in place.
"not my fault! I didn't realize a knot meant... you know...," you mutter. valko raises his brow, in a way thats both exasperated and endearing.
he's got you on top of him, your chest against his, one arm firmly around your waist with the other drawing lines up and down your spine. right after you came, he made sure to adjust you both, whispering to get comfortable, since you'd be stuck like this for a while.
just an hour or so earlier, you'd asked him if him being a werewolf came with the, well, perks, of being a werewolf. you've seen the way he acts- the way he bites to nip and bite you with those fangs of his, how he's utterly obsessed with your scent, and while he'll forever deny it, you've heard the little yips he makes when you brush out his tail.
and well, it's safe to say that valko is more bite than bark (though... you experienced a lot of both with the way he was pumping you full and making you see stars).
"you didn't think I was serious when you asked me if I had a knot?" he's saying it a bit to smug for your liking, so you retort with shifting just a bit- clenching just enough for him to groan out, both hands finding your hips and gripping.
"so,"
"so."
you both stare at each other, before letting out a small laugh. the kind of giggle that comes from that post-sex bliss. valko's tail curls from underneath him, lazily grazing the back of your thighs. it's a content state of being- close in a way that you literally couldn't be closer in.
"hey val? how long does your... last anyways?" you ask, your own hand reaching out to softly scratch the base of his wolf ears. valko hums softly, head moving to the side to lean into your touch. his nose rubs against your wrist, a spot that he's once said is really strong with your scent.
"the swelling can go down from anywhere between 15 minutes to... an hour I think?" your hand stops in his ears, eyes going wide at the revelation. sure, you might've read about it, seen it in books you've read, but the daunting reality of it all?
valko smirks at your flustered reaction, his hand reaching up to yours and bringing it back to pet his ears.
"give or take, by the way," he says casually.
your head plops back down, right in the crook of his neck. valko's laugh- deep and breathy and so him rumbles from under you. he wraps his arms around you once more, getting rid of the already nonexistent space between you two.
in his arms, you both talk about everything and nothing. you give him small updates from your life, books you've read, that new show you're watching. he listens- really listens- and tells you stories about his family, how he needs to get his glasses adjusted, about the new tech piece he's working on.
it's sometime it the depth of night when his knot starts to slowly soften up. he kisses you, gently and soft in ways that go deeper than i love you, though he means that just as much.
his knot slips free eventually, but neither of you make haste to move. he'll prep a bath, the sheets will be remade. but right now, all that exists is the wolf and his dearest love.
"meadow, i thought you said you were taking a break-" im coping. im sad and emotional and just want meet my wolf and see my dragon again. take care of yourselves, everyone.
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This is mine
Wolfie
valko - unexpected visitor
a/n: more valko content to fill the void in my heart - accompanying art here
tags: fluff, fluff (literal), established relationship
As soon as you’d kicked the door shut and slipped off your shoes, you’d heard the noise.
It was… rustling? No. Maybe it sounded more like… scratching.
“Valko?” you called out. The response you received sounded eerily like a whine.
It all quickly made sense when you walked down the hallway a found a wolf in your apartment. A real, honest to the gods, wolf. And a giant one at that. You'd stumbled upon this majestic creature, currently faced away from you on its hind legs, paws braced against the fridge door, gnawing at the handle.
What the fuck?
It spun around to face you, but immediately stilled once you took a wary step back.
The wolf lowered itself slowly, curling inwards to make itself look smaller, which would have worked if it wasn’t still one of the biggest creatures you’d ever seen in your life. It looked up at you with it’s golden eyes, patiently waiting.
“Valko?” you ventured softly, crouching down, hesitantly reaching a hand out. It should have been obvious- although, coming home and catching a wolf trying to pry open your refrigerator was surely enough to throw anyone. Plus you’d never seen your boyfriend so… cuddly before.
His ears perked up at the sound of his name, and his tail began to wag, but he kept his distance.
“It’s you, isn’t it, sweetheart?”
He made a soft sound, before lolling his tongue out.
“C’mere.”
It’s the direction he’d been waiting for- making sure you felt comfortable before approaching. Your heart warmed with fondness, how sweet, your gentle giant.
He trotted towards you leisurely, before nosing at your hand.
“Hey, Val,” you giggled as he licked your fingers. “Looking a little different today. Did you do something with your hair?”
He puffed and prodded you with his nose until you sat down properly, then promptly made himself comfortable between your legs. Unsurprisingly, even in this form he towered over you. You reached around to stroke the length of his back. Valko rested his head on your shoulder, practically melting under the attention.
While you were very much enjoying cuddling him like this, you suddenly became aware you were still in your work clothes.
“I haven’t put my stuff down yet. I’ll go get changed and be back in a second. Okay big guy?”
You booped his nose, giggling when he grumbled in response. After giving him a few more scratches around the ears, you gently extracted yourself and left for the hallway.
You’d thought it was a little strange that he gave you up so willingly but when you returned to the kitchen and found him trying to open the fridge again it made sense.
“Hey! Valko no.” You tried pulling him away but he wouldn’t budge. “You can’t have chocolate milk or any chocolate for that matter!” you scolded, barely squeezing between him and the fridge. “What if you get sick!”
Valko huffed and whined and tried to (gently) push you away.
“Nope. No chocolate until you shift back.”
He let out an anguished howl and the theatrics of it all made you laugh. "None of that's going to help you Mr Wolf."
“And maybe consider keeping the howling to a minimum. I don't want a noise complaint.” Valko herded you backwards, out of the kitchen and into the living room. “And I don’t want to explain to my neighbours my newly acquired, well, wolf. It’d be hard to talk my way out of that one,” you continued.
The back of your knees hit the edge of the couch as soon as you’d finished speaking. Valko pounced up and draped himself across your lap. He whined and tapped your hand with his paw.
“You’re just a big puppy aren't you?” you laughed, beginning to stroke his fur.
Valko’s tail started wagging.
“You’re so cute! And your eyes, they're so pretty- have I ever told you that?”
Valko tilted his head to lick at your hand.
“You know, it's kind of easier to talk to you when you’re like this,” you said.
Valko paused and gave you his full attention, dropping his chin down onto your hand and looking up at you.
"I don't know why but I feel like it's less embarrassing? Or vulnerable?" You scratched his chin. "For instance, I can tell you that… when you go away on your business trips I miss you more than I let on. And even though I grumble about it, I secretly kind of like the hikes we go on together."
"I can also tell you that maybe I’m really glad you found me. I mean, I was doing fine before. But. You-"
Nope! Still too much!
You buried your face in his fur. "You fill my life with happiness just by hanging around. Please keep hanging around? It’d be nice if we could stay together.”
You hoped that the, ‘for a long time’, was implied.
Valko licked your cheek as soon as you braved the prospect of raising your head. You decided to take it as an agreement.
“Oh and one more thing. Just so you know... I think you always look pretty and handsome. But that last hair cut you got- I lied. I said I liked it but really, you were right, the barber cut it way too short. It didn't really look the best.”
Valko dislodged you, sitting up on his haunches and looking at you with a miffed expression.
“I was just trying to make you feel better,” you scrambled to explain. “It was practically a buzz cut- which you could definitely pull off if you wanted to,” you amended quickly.
Valko bit your arm playfully. It barely even stung but he was already licking it better.
“Yeah, yeah, I guess I deserved that. I’m sorry.”
You continued to pet him for a while. Eventually you leant over and rested against him. He was so warm and soft and your eyes were slowly fluttering shut. “Do you mind if I take a nap here?”
Valko wiggled out from under you.
“I guess that’s a no,” you sighed. You were about to lay down once again but then Valko was pulling your shirt, tugging with his teeth.
You let it happen without questioning it and found yourself lying horizontal across the couch. So he was making sure you were comfortable, you thought, smiling sleepily. Valko curled up against your stomach, settling in your outstretched arms.
“Love you Val,” you whispered. A soft contented sound was the last thing you heard before drifting off.
The living room was shrouded in darkness when you finally woke from your nap.
“Valko?”
Moonlight illuminated the face of your lover, who smiled as you blinked your eyes open. He pressed his nose to yours. “Hey sweets.”
“Welcome back,” you laughed softly.
Valko ducked his head and joined you in your laughter. “Thank you, thank you.”
“Feeling good?”
“Better than ever. Don't you worry about me.”
You raised an eyebrow. “So, were you just in a wolfy mood or, does this happen often?”
“Usually I shift once a month. Ideally it’d be more than that, but I rarely have the time.”
“I see.”
“I thought you might like to see it. See me, I mean,” he corrected, his confession coming out a little shy.
“You were right. I’m glad you shared that part of you with me. You were very cute,” you stated matter-of-factly.
“So I heard,” he said. Valko smirked, but his flickering ears betrayed how pleased he was to hear it again.
“And if you ever want to shift you're always welcome to do that here-
“Thank you.”
“-though, now that I’m thinking about it, I assume the forest would be better. That way you can actually run around, stretch your legs and… howl at the moon?”
“That’s a myth, pancake. We don’t actually do that.”
“Are you sure? I mean, I feel like you’re a real howler, you know? I can just picture it.”
Valko chuckled and shook his head. “How about this? Next time I shift, I’ll take you with me.”
You looked up at him, eyes wide. “Seriously?"
Valko shrugged. “Sure.”
"But I feel like- isn't that kind of an intimate thing? I don't want to intrude.”
"You wouldn't be intruding. I wouldn't have invited you if I felt that." He shook his head. "I feel safe with you. And I'll keep you safe as well."
“Wow.” You cocked your head, examining him. “You really like me, huh?” you teased, not sure how else to respond in the face of such earnestness.
“Yeah,” Valko admitted easily, seeing right through you. His expression was warm, his voice tender. “I really do.”
Virgo by Artem Chebokha
I haven't forgotten your requests, cuties. I already started working on the first one and will update you on that later. For now, here's a study I did to remember how to hold a stylus.
Some more yapping about my feelings on the situation under the cut.
Redrew a random meme I found on pinterest as DMC characters because why not (there will be more)
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I: What are you waiting for? Just take it. It’s not like you to hesitate. A: Your arrogance is adorable. Such a shame... that I don’t have time to dissect your secrets right now. Although I do hope you will survive this. It would be such a waste.
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A: My… kido? I: Oh. I actually hoped you could remove the damn thing.
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I: Finally see something you don’t understand? You know, you can just ask. A: No, it… does not matter. I simply cannot afford the risk of letting you exist. I: Enough is enough.
Let's face it, the reason we didn't have this version of Aizen longer.
He was too good looking. Kubo had to make him slightly less good looking again.
shadow not listening to vergil, but listening to v or nero is my new hc
You BEHEAD Marie Antoinette?
you CHOP her head like the GUILLOTINE??
OH OH CHAOS FOR FRANCE! CHAOS FOR FRANCE FOR 1000 YEARS!!!!
Pity I hadn’t seen this closer to Bastille Day… :-D
this is the money garf. reblog for untold pasta and riches to come your way