#// face unshaven

[peachetteprice]

Unfortunately, I may be slightly obsessed with the idea of a sleepy Scottish town nigh in the middle of nowhere, frequented almost exclusively by locals, hikers, sight-seers, and one nostalgia-driven, obscenely-chatty Johnny MacTavish, who never ceases to hit on you as you work behind the bar, giving him a rare laugh or a bloated compliment if he seems down on his luck.

He asks for the same drink whenever he's in town – which is sporadic and unpredictable at best – the largest pint of beer, filled by your hands only, and always overpays for it if it means putting an extra couple of quid in your pocket. When he leaves, he gives the pub-owner, Steve-o, a pat on the back, a healthy jab in the ribs and a cheeky grin – Steve-o says they go 'way back', though you don't think Johnny is quite old enough for that to be entirely true – before walking home in just a short-sleeved blue shirt and jeans, as he does every night, no matter the weather (rain, snow, ice, hail, thunderstorm, even the occasional bout of evening sunshine) even if you offer him a ride home when you're finished with your shift, even if he declines it the first two times.

You have to practically beg to drive him home when the river running through the village reaches breaking point, bursting its banks at sun-down and threatening to take the whole town with it, because you're sure it won't stop at a 6'2, 210 lb hunk of human flesh, even if he asserts he's 'sturdy enough' to outlast the flooding.

You have no idea how badly I want to make this a series... and I may or may not have begun a chapter... obsessed with small-town love with a man who never tells you whether he's staying or leaving.

| Masterlist |

[hoosbandewan]

EWAN MITCHELL as Will in Salad Days (2019) + smiling (:

[modeus-the-misanthrope]

Me a trans woman: I really wish this japanese author didn't depict trans women as unshaven men wearing dresses, who try to sexually assault people.

Every mouthbreathing, unwashed, simpleton alive: Actually, those were just faggo-I mean flamboyant gay men, why are you threatening people who didn't do *anything to you*? (*Anything to you* meaning, not directly coming into my home and putting a gun to my face.)

Also shoutout to youtube for deleting every reply I made to the "okama" person. Because I use the phrase "I just had people like me accused of wanting to sexually harrass/assault teenage boys. Anyone would be upset by that. Are you stupid?"

[wrothian]

jecht was spiras first transmasc absent father

[egoforge]

cute lil post rumble starter call. you're volunteering your children to come pamper a baby btw. plz specify or i'll throw myself into the fires of mt doom.

[fandomwarehouse]

Watching this ridiculous video and all I could think was Vernon Roche when that guy bullied told the Blue Stripes not to deface a shrine

Oh fook, the commander's poppin' off

[lottieratworld]

wish i had cute outfits i was brave enough to wear in public :(

[artemisbarnowl]

Worst part of my job for sure is having to be responsible for full grown adults at the airport

[lesedacondyvidi]

So re: the species dysphoria post I rb'd earlier....

I don't really relate to it, particularly. I did come into knowing who I actually was pretty late, later even than patricia did. But I did have those moments where I looked back and thought "oh thats me being egg. That was me being trans and not knowing it" and I have had no small amount of those moments like, I suppose, you'd expect of a trans woman whos starting closer to 30 than 20.

what i *do* have is many many incidents of seeing people turn into animals in kids movies/books and feeling something unknowable stir inside me, something that felt inappropriate, something i couldn't tell anyone about.

Like this never happened to me. Didn't happen to me for anything that I can remember, not even the horny stuff that many cis ppl relate to I'm sure, but. I have a quite hazy recollection of that time in my life and it's not getting any clearer as I approach 3 decades. So, maybe thats a wash. But what I do have is seeing profiles with "ΘΔ" on it somewhere and relating to a lot of what they post. Nothing quite so intense as a phantom limb, or feeling Like An Animal like some therians do. But just like... really really wishing that I didn't have to be.... this? Any of this? When patty wrote about what being a furry is and said that a huge component of it was sensory I was like yes. You. You get me. Because it is!!! I've always wanted to be big and soft and its taken me until now to fully embrace that, but its a huge part of my identity. Its a bigness and a softness that is not possible in the human condition. And. I don't know if craving that impossible thing makes me meaningfully distinct from anyone else. Don't we all do this to some extent?

I know that I do see people w/ furry vtuber models and I fantasize about doing that but like. fully mocapd so I could like "break character" but still like. Be me.

What the fuck does that mean? That I want this created sense of myself to overtake my real self so fucking badly.

What the hell does it mean that I've gotten the chance to even FAINTLY embody this me that I made via this silly fucking custom player model I had made for minecraft, and I never want to go back. I've played with it so much that it feels wrong now, to simply be two blocks tall.

What the fuck is that? What does that fucking mean? And what the fuck am I supposed to DO about it.

[maryaustria]

reminder that i have very nice hair and i like it :)

[jentlemahae]

[gl0rb]

i used to get full-body waxing every month because i have PCOS, and one of my worst symptoms is excess hair growth (especially on my face). I did that from ages 16-19 because I was already self conscious about it and i had relatives pressuring me to "take care of it." and i deeply regret the money and time spent on it because it ultimately just made me feel worse about myself.

"corsets are a barbaric painful tool of the patriarchy" says the era with sitting down pants and waist trainers and push up bras and brazilian butt lifts and preventative botox and full coverage foundation and no makeup makeup and full body waxing and and and and

[shotmrmiller]

military issued wife but you didn't know that using the "dating app" your friend brought up once in idle talk would end with you in an office with a (signed) marriage license on the desk, actively not looking at your 'husband', the burly lummox with a skull mask who's dwarfing the chair he can barely fit in.

you'd thought it'd be like tinder. a potential dating site. as in messaging on the app, getting to know each other, exchanging personal numbers before going on a date. not marriage. not opening your front door expecting it to be your door dasher and instead it's him with a rucksack in one hand and duffel in the other.

he'd looked down his thick nose at you, grunted a quiet, "not bad", and pushed past as if you were a swinging door to a saloon. what the fuck had he been doing there? you'd only spoken a couple of times with him and left on read for the some of it. you'd chosen to move on, try to match with someone else but the app had stopped working (you couldn't swipe right or left anymore) so you'd just put it on the back burner. you had better things to worry about than another disappointment of a man then.

except now said disappointment of a overly large man is taking up most of the couch and his legs aren't even all that far apart. and he's at your house. the house you'd never sent him the address to. as a matter of fact, you'd received a text from an unknown number earlier that had said someone would be home in a few. you'd ignored it thinking it was a wrong number situation but now you're sure it was him. how he got your phone number is also a mystery.

you'd tried to argue. to threaten him with the cops. to get him out and away, far fucking away, but he'd only scooped you up and let you pelt his broad back with your fists. chuckled low in his throat while he smacked your arse to keep still. "i'd hate to drop m'wife."

whatever fight you had he ate right out of you with the heels of your feet digging into the large curve of his shoulders and his hands curled around the back of your thighs. maybe it's because it'd been a while but he'd played your body like an instrument and had you bucking your hips against his tongue, slick coating his face in minutes. (your cheeks burn furiously hot when you think back on what he'd said then. "tight little thing 'nd you've only taken my two fingers." it's flattering, sue you.)

he'd lapped at your sodden cunt until you had overstimulation clumping your lashes together, inner thighs tender from the bristles of his shorn hair and unshaven jaw, your palm on the crown of his head having both pulled him to you and pushed him away.

and then he'd wiped your release with the back of his hand, thumbed the swollen flesh of your bottom lip and rumbled that it's time for bed.

which eventually led to you being here. in front of a man he calls Price, a marriage certificate unlike any you've ever glanced upon, a large gloved hand curled snugly around your leg, fingers grazing a little too close to where he'd left aching and swollen just yesterday.

you're reading the terms and conditions of anything from here on forward. even the fine print.

and then soap comes around and plants a seed in his head of him planting a seed in you :/ at least you can tell your nosy ass aunt that at least you've got a man while she's on her 4th divorce on thanksgiving 💅🏼

[blondieeu]

generous. toji f.

toji, who after a while of having sex with you decides his new favorite position is missionary.

but it’s not really because it feels the best to him, or because he’s face to face with you even though it’s a pro to the situation.

toji fucks you in missionary because he’s unhealthily obsessed with the fucked out, gawk you always make at him whenever he feeds your cunny slow, long, and deep strokes.

he fucks you so specifically in missionary too, specifically, because if he does it in a certain way for long enough you end up squirting! that’s why he’s got both your legs over his shoulders, your hands grazing up and down his happy trail in a delusional haze, and both his strong arms putting work into making sure you don’t run from him.

“toji—nnhhh”

“stop moving”

his cock slams into you and is pulled back out in a slow machine like manner. toji is running his palms up and down the shin of your soft legs while he bottoms out.

with every stroke you’re yelping when his pelvis comes all the way down and kisses yours, your hands digging all into his nice strong forearms.

it really doesn’t help that he has so much girth when it comes to his cock as well, it feels like he’s splitting you in half when he bottoms out.

every time you guys are in a place where he can take you in missionary, definitely believe it’s the first and only position you’ll do if you don’t ask for anything else, toji says he wouldn’t mind only having sex like that for the rest of his life.

this obsession your boyfriend has with fucking your in missionary eventually leads to a breeding kink. just the thought of fucking such a cute little baby into you in such a rough way turned him on like nothing else.

being able to see your puffy pink lips parted and open while you furrow your eye brows trying to watch his cock slide in and out of you was his little slice of heaven to get through the day—but toji knew it was gonna be a great day if you squirted that morning.

toji who also sloppily rubs his thumb over your clit to get a little extra cream to slip right out of your cunny and slide to the base of his unshaven shaft, just because he likes to see it.

blondieeu xx

[kefnut-the-gweilologist]

ah toy and mr chao r hands down the most interesting characters on warrior

[konigsblog]

Reader spreading her folds in front of virgin könig so that he can jerk off to her

You love taunting König, playing with his perverted mind. You act oblivious to his creepy stares and the way his eyes wander over your breasts and rear while you're talking. It's laughable, how touchy-feely he is, how desperate he is to lose his virginity to someone like you. You promise to let him have you, but once he's proved himself as good enough for you.

You get him excited by walking around in only a t-shirt, or spreading your folds during sex, making him believe it's finally time. Only for you to rub your thighs together and giggle, scolding him for trying to prod inside. He can look, but he can't touch.

He grumbles out frustratedly, before he wraps his calloused, thick fingers around his girthy base. Slow and sloppy strokes. He pumps his wet, stiff cock slowly while admiring the way your tight hole glistens. He watches as your cunt becomes wetter and stickier when you toy with your sensitive clit. You moan König's name and praise him, letting him know how proud you are of him, that he's managed to resist you for this long. You deny his orgasm and close your legs, gripping his unshaven jaw to force him to meet your eyes.

You make sure he knows not to come, not until you've counted him down and allowed him to. He sucks in a sharp breath and throws his head backwards, his eyebrows furrowed together and downturned as he imagines what it would feel like to fuck that gummy pussy. The way you count down to one gets König riled up, drives him closer to his orgasm. He chokes on his words, before coming all over your warm folds. Of course, you curse him out for spurting thick and hot ropes of his semen all over your slit, forcing his face between your legs to clean up the creamy mess he'd created.

He'll lose his virginity once he proves himself as worthy of your touch and soft, adorable pussy.