#itchy and too tight

[navysealt4t]

hmmmm thinking.

[deelovesbooks]

so i asked for new moisturizer for christmas (did u guys know moisturizer expires??) and every day without fail once I'm walking into work I remember this moisturizer i should be using that's still in the box and tell myself that tomorrow I'll remember it

who wants to bet on how many days it's gonna take me to a) remove it from it's packaging and 2nd) actually remember to put it on

[thewriteone]

Not cis, not trans, but some secret third thing

[hautevaux]

@stormandash asked:

"What a quaint little... shop." The words were not inherently noteworthy, but the Emperor made no attempt to hide the curl of his lip as he stepped inside, followed rather immediately by two guards with blank expressions. His gaze snapped to Vaux. "Fetch the head tailor, boy. I have a request to make." From Sylvestre !

New were the window displays - of opulance and grandeur. Social season was but only a few weeks away, and orders had been received thick and fast for adjustments on various garments - some perfectly tailored and designed by the man himself - and the business was not lost upon staff who had done wonders to keep the store floor looking naught short of immaculate.

Rare was it, then, that Vaux was stood there and not deep in his pile of pins and seams when such an esteemed guest unexpectedly entered.

"Your eminance." Vaux greets, the softened bow to his head as graceful as the rest of his movements. "My name is Vaux, and I am the head tailor here. How may I be of service?"

[fearandhatred]

i always have to have something wrong with me at all times and there are always about fifteen different factors that could have caused that Something Wrong With Me so i can never fix it

[magicmarkerz]

should've accepted that invitation to hang out i think im going crazy for real

[urusten]

My ass: I want someone to visit my grave when I die

(Also my unruly ass when living)

[itsalwaysdark]

how it feels to want to dress very fancy and accessoried but unfortunately have the autism where i think im supposed to just be lounging in a field naked or in like. a plain linen dress. and any accessory or makeup or nail polish or ehat have you makes me want to rip my skin off

[heckaroniandcheese]

i just realised im not a leg hair girlie anymore. fuck. ive turned my back on my community. for what. wearing tights without wanting to die. not being mad that my leg hair doesn't go with my outfit. yes actually for those. and bonus smooth legs in bed that was a treat i hadnt experienced in almost 5 years. but im so used to being an all natural head to to toe person that i forget that im. all natural head to knee.

[gidianthe]

me n who

[omarfor-orchestra]

Btw my mom and my sister bought me boxers made for people with a vagina and let me tell y'all. I'm living.

[cyberr-v0id]

GAH I hate wearing tights with longer leg hair, it’s painful and a sensory nightmare

[driftingballoons]

For the ask game: I feel like you would wear blues and purples made of soft material

I do have a lot of blues/purples! Also definitely try to stick with soft material

[watch-out-it-bites]

I am so very cold I hate this and I hate everything I hate everything so much

[ragewolf]

one day i will get a new binder and itll be so awesome

[dmitriene]

cw: hybrids, breeding, glimpses of consented somnophilia.

bear hybrid john price gets you to hibernate with him, it's not that there's much choice, of course, you wouldn't be wandering around the house and outside much when your spouse is sleeping away, tucked in the warm bed with all the furs and copious pillows, all arranged around him with comfortable softness, yet, he misses the most important, you, and he won't be willing to start his hibernation until you join him.

sure, it's not an easy thing, to match his sleepiness while you're not used to go through such a thing as a human, but your bear spouse will get you all cozied against his side, cradled in a crushing, squishing embrace against the brawny, sculpted plains of his softened chest, dappled in curling, brown thick hairs, coating every ounce of john's skin, his huge pecs, bulky, meaty thighs, the roughened fingers, fluffy as fur, warming you like a furnace, mapping a trail to beneath his underbelly and down to the groin.

you keep the fridge and all the shelves stocked with a lots of food of all kinds, to freshly cooked to something quick to make, and even canned, meats, vegetables, fruits, john needs a good nourishment, and you're too, because he doesn't let's you leave the bed, not with how his heavy body brackets your's against the rumpled, cottony sheets, not a single cloth separating his scarred, supple skin from yours, kindled with suffocating, simmering warmth, holding you close tight, broad fingers sinking in the slopes and dips of your body.

john doesn't wakes up mid hibernation to eat, doesn't really needs it, just as the rest of his kind, no, he flutters his pretty blues groggily and rubs a calloused palm over his bearded, prickly face to get a taste of you, dozed in a light sleep beneath his draping hand, your face pillowed on his bicep, pretty lips pouty, cheeks warm and rounded, flattened against his arm, and your ripe, sweet body is all naked in it's glory, splayed along the linens beneath, relaxed and leaning in the closeness between you both, cunt hidden between the sacred gates of your supple thighs.

the hot, gummy insides of your cunt heavenly around the pulsing, restless girth of his fat cock, dragging in the engulfing tightness of your soppy hole, getting you stretched out and loose to accommodate the thickening length of him, filling you slow and deep, patient, almost lazily so, movements languid as he pushes his wide hips, body bowing and draping over your whole form, cozy and limbless, even though you moan out quiet and groggy when you feel it, the weight of his cock alongside your tender, inner walls.

kissing away each keen and breathy whimper, devouring them eagerly, leaving your lush, kissable lips to nip and suck over the tantalizing curve of your neck as your head tilts back, eyelashes fluttering with the heavy closing eyes, your nails scrabbling over the tensing, rippling lines of his back, seeking purchase, clawing and scratching with crescent dents, your trembling body chasing the withdrawing movements of his hips, the battering ram of his cock, coercing for more, feeling the delicious dizziness that comes from the burning feeling that swoops up the length of your bowing spine.

the curve of john's tip butting against your gummy spot, withdrawing, pressing back, relishing in the gripping clutch of your sloppy, loose hole, your sensitive skin a feverish garden of different marks and bruises, sharp teeth's that leave blood rushing indents up your neck and covering over the rapidly hammering pulse point, the rasp of his beard still tangible, making you shudder, whole body itchy from where he rubs over you, but you keep in place, singing pleasure honeyed sounds, coaxing john for more, so as to feel the way he'd breed you.

groping and pressing in every nook and cranny of your form, forcing you into the mattress, nails biting and almost tearing in your flesh, followed by each bestial, guttural groan and rasp he let's out, gravelly, seeming to shake the stuffy air around you both, your little sounds turning in the pitched, frequently repeating gasps, the saucers of john's pupils bewitching in their intensity, enraptured as they look at you with animalistic affection, right until he get's you full with spurt after spurt of his fertile seed.

john makes sure to keep you plugged full, sated just as he is, with his cum making your tummy feel bloated, pumped inside your gaping, still spasming pussy until his seed would stop gushing out in milky streaks around his softening cock, each drop cherished, oughting to see your belly grown round and full with little cubs by the end of the winter, and tucking you back to the side, where you both drown back beneath the veil of sleep, nuzzling in your forehead, he hopes it would take.

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