#LEEDLE LEGS

[persephonaae]

Enamored by this creature, the smander

[jagervitdefonnyhat]

(Short form fics, to help me write more regularly, maybe. Off of a list of reverse tropes prompts. Helpful crit, and comments welcome.)

"Iz barely spring, vhy iz it zo hot already," Maxim grumbled into the peachy colored arm acting as his pillow.

"Nah, iz goot" Ognian, owner of said arm, purred back. "Move in a leedle closer, mine side iz cold." He curled around Maxim's shoulder to pull him closer to his bare chest. Thick fingers tipped with claws dug into long purple hair. Maxim reached behind and pulled it out of the way. His back was already starting to sweat through his shirt, his hair certainly didn't need to get tangled up in it.

"Iz only colt cause hyu dun vear nottink more den a vest."

"Und hyu's only varm cawse hyu insist on vearink more," rose a grumble from Dimo, occupying Oggie's other side. They lay pressed together shoulder to rib to waist to hip to Dimo's leg thrown atop Oggie's.

Maxim shifted onto his side so he could see his third companion. "Ho, vhat’s hyu excuse, den? Hyu gots fur to keep hyu varm."

"Ho, vell, iz cawse iz cold hyu dumkoff." He scoffed. "Hyu chust run varm like zum furnace on legs. Zo get back to vork."

Maxim sat up and crossed his arms. "Hy ken't!" He whined. "Mine back iz a sveaty, mine hair is shtickink to everyting, de ground is stabby vitout vearink sometink," his voice went soft at the end. "Is-" he sniffled, "is too varm! Demmit, I miss de hall!" He kicked out at his neat pile of cape and sword and boots, sending it flying across the cave. The rapier clattered against the wall. Dimo and Oggie sat up. "Is too varm too cuddle und hy hates it. At least give me de dignity of complaink."

"Brudder..."

Dimo inturrepted, "eediot. Sleep on oggie's jacket, he isn't uzink it. Can put hyu cloak on top if hyu needs. Den strip down und get over here."

"Vhat? but-"

"Ho, dun vorry. Hy iz fine vit it gettink all dirty!"

"Vell?"

Maxim slumped and dragged the back of his hand across his eyes. "Ja, ja hokay." Stripping off the long shirt and tight pants was more an ordeal than he'd have liked with shaking hands from now all that anger built up for nowhere to go. The energy from it buzzed under his skin. He stumbled getting his foot out the leg. Gathering everything back up and laying out the jacket and cape helped, as the slight draft cooled over his sweat damp skin. He looked up from his bed arrangement to see Dimo and Oggie still sat up. Dimo patted the space in front of him, so he sat.

"Hy gets dis in a braid qvick, dat should help, ja?" He asked.

"Ja, dat should help." He took his hat into his lap.

"Hyu gots a hair tie?"

"No," he said quietly. "It broke months ago. Vas mine last vun. Ve haven't had spare fabric fer a new vun yet."

Dimo huffed, and Maxim knew an eyeroll followed. "Oggie, cut a strip off de market leadder, vill hyu."

"But dat ruins de value!" Maxim twisted to stare with raised eyebrows.

"Vhat, like some townie vill notice a leedle strip done later inshtead ov vhen ve skinned it. It vill shtill sell."

Oggie handed Dimo the strip, an arms length long and dark brown on one side. "Here hyu go!" A bit thin but functional enough. Dimo put his hand atop Maxim's head and swiveled it back around.

"Tenks." He put it between his teeth as he seperated the sections and braided down a few inches. Then took the folded strip, adding each half to a section. Maxim shifted. It slipped. He took it out and put it back in. A few sections down a section fell out when he shifted again. It was slow, from there. With it braided in the rest of the way down, he took the leather ends and tied them around the tail. "Dere hyu go. Better?"

"A bit, ja." He pulled the braid forward, stroking over it, other hand tapping the brim ofhis hat. Dimo glanced at Oggie and raised an eyebrow. Oggie bit his lip and smiled, then moved into a crouch.

"Hy know chust de ting." And with a heavy shove, Dimo flung Maxim into Oggies waiting arms. Both fell back at the impact as Maxim let out a shout of surprise, hat clutched firmly in hand. Oggie reached for it.

"Hoy! Vatch vhere hyu's puttink hyu hands!" Maxim slapped the reaching hand away and leaned back into Oggie, pressing him firmly into the floor. Oggie wrapped a leg around his hips and pressed to the side, flipping them over.

"Ho ja, hy's vatchink verra carefully!" Oggie giggled. "Come here hyu!" He reached forward, where Maxim was attempting to keep it out of reached. He squirmed and dragged himself forward, out from under Oggie.

"Looks like hyu's loosink over dere!" Dimo called. "Hy bet tomorrow's cookink hyu dun effen touch his hat!"

"Hoy! Hy can manage dat, et least!" Oggie turned to defend himself.

Maxim used the opportunity to shove Oggie off and fling him onto his back. "Hoy, vhat do hy get out ov dis?"

"Snails dun get anyting out ov de bets, deys de subject ov dem."

He stood up and put his hat back on his head "So hy dun gots to cook if hyu vin?"

Dimo raised an eyebrow. "Hy tinks dat iz a goot ting."

"Hey! Umph-!" Oggie tackled him back to the floor, atop the laid out jacket and cloak.

"Ha!" He lay a had on top of the hat, pressing it over Maxim's eyes. "Iz sleepy time now, hokay?"

"Ja," Maxim nodded. He smiled. "Ja, hy's goot now."

"Great, now get hyu asses over here. Hy'm cold." Dimo dragged Oggie off of Maxim and resumed his position, half on top of the other jäger and shoved together at every possible point. Oggie lay an arm out an Maxim curled up in it, hat placed carefully above him.

A moment passed and their breathing evened. In the quiet, bugs chirped and distant sticked snapped and the whistling scream of the auralnautic owls echoed through trees. The cave wasn't as cold as stone should be.

[rirismommyspace]

Ooah Riri I busted my leg! We had this cool larp party at school n we had brought wooden swords and my friend introduced me to her friend and we said we were gonna swordfight. an then she said to him "you gotta use violence with Toady" an he took her word for it a leedle too much n tripped me with a leggy swipe an I was so not prepared so I fell an dislocated my knee cos I have this thing where my joints pop really easily. He was really sorry cos he was stupid an then we noticed my glasses had dug into my eyebrow when I fell an made a hole so he put on a bandaid. I thought it was kinda funny all of it because this big man was so freaked out hehe but also oof it sucks that my body is weird and my knee pops out just from being tripped n falling. Lucky it wasn't a bad luxation so I could just pop it back in n it didn't swell or anything.

Anyway!! larp party fun, got to bring all my fantasy things to school to lend to friends and hung out on the lawn shooting my bow an we did improv comedy where I was a water witch and DIED!!!!

˚₊✩‧₊ oh Baby! I hope you're doing okay now! How's your knee? And your eyebrow?? I'm glad you didn't get hurt too bad but still!! I'm really really glad you had fun though Cutiepie!! It sounds super cool! Plus you got to play with a bunch of cool people! (Also I love pretend swordfighting!! Swords are cool <3) The improv comedy is so fun too!! I used to do that a lot!! I bet you were super good at it!! I hope you're able to have more fun like that too!! (Just remember to be careful please!)

[homemadehorrors]

Tomorrow’s moth monday! We’ll have a lurk of mothmans in the shop at 7pm EST, including the classic black as well as some interestin’ colour variants (more pics incomin).

[tomurasprincess]

omg himiko-nee comforting her shy innocent sister (maybe twin??) on her period!!

imagine toga cuddling, watching movies, and eating nice snacks with her cute little imouto-chan 🥰

(with a side of toga persuading her innocent leedle sister into letting her (toga) help soothe her (leedle sister's) cramps.

what himiko's precious imouto-chan doesn't know is that she'll be squirming on her one-chan's tounge as she helps coaxe her younger sister through her first orgasm)

-ps i tried to make it sound less confusing but it was kinda hard with two girls 😔✋

Warnings: dubcon, incest, bloodplay, oral on period, yandere

You're cuddling on the couch with your big sister when the cramps first hit. You squirm a bit in Himiko's arms, reaching to your lower stomach with a soft whine of pain as you feel a slight gush of liquid from between your legs.

"Aww, what's wrong?" Himiko sniffs the air a bit, eyes widening with excitment as she smells the blood. "You started your period, didn't you, sis?"  

"Yeah," you grumble a bit, annoyed because it wasn't supposed to happen for another week. "Give me a second, I'm going to grab something for the cramps." You try to lift up out of her arms, only for her to tighten them with a soft growl.

"I can help you with them," she whispers a bit, and you feel her hand crawling down your stomach. "You trust me, right?"

"I - of course I do." You do trust her, but you're confused as to where she's going with this.

She giggles happily before pulling the covers off of you, pushing you down on the couch with her superior strength. She has always been the strong one, the one to take care of you and protect you from the world.

She reaches for your pants and panties, easily pulling them down off your hips. She licks her lips at the sight of the blood coating your folds before leaning down closer.

"Wait!" You protest as you watch her descend to your pussy. She stops but doesn't pull back as she meeets your eyes.

"You said you trust me," Himiko pouts at you, "did that change?"

"Of course not! But you're - we're twins, isn't this wrong?"

Her face completely falls at your words, and for a second you think she might cry. "It's okay if you don't trust me," she says quietly, "I just want to help out my sister."

Her sad voice breaks your heart, and you push aside your reservations. "O-okay," you nod you head, "go ahead." You feel a sense of pride when her look instantly turns to joy.

And then she's spreading you apart, tongue darting down to lap at your blood. You squirm a bit, hips trying to pull away from the unexpected stimulation. But Himko wraps an arm around you and pushes your hips back down into the couch.

"Shh, let me make you feel better." And then she's diving into your pussy again, tongue slipping into your tight entrance as her nose bumps against your clit. 

You whine and throw your head back, pushing back into her mouth as she tongue fucks you, making sure to lick you clean of any blood. 

Your stomach is tightening, pussy clenching down around her tongue. "Onee-chan, it feels so good," you whine as she takes your clit into her mouth and begins to suck. "I - I've never felt  like this."

You feel her giggle against you, the vibrations only causing more pleasure to spread through your body. She lifts up enough to slip two fingers inside of you, curling upwards and almost instantly finding a spot inside of you that has your legs shaking. "I know, and that's why I'm helping you, silly."

She applies even harder suction along your now throbbing clit, tongue lashing against the bead as her fingers increase their pace inside of you. You squirm and whimper, unable to hold still as the pressure inside of you finally snaps and you cum on your sister's tongue.

She doesn't stop until you're begging, whole body twitching from overstimulation. She pulls back and you see your blood staining her lips and her fingers, which she instantly brings to her mouth to lick clean.

"How are your cramps now?" 

"They're - they're much better," you say with a tone of surprise. But Himiko simply smiles at you and giggles again.

"Hmm, I don't think they are. I think you need more help," she giggles as she lowers herself back down.

[rosemaidenvixen]

jwlives:

things to say during a sex:

i’m ready

did you see my underwear? did you want to?

bring it around town

am i a pretty girl?

be assertive, not in-sertive

… at night

MY LEG

are you feeling it now mr krabs

EEEEEEEVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILL

leedle-leedle-leedle-lee

not when i shift into MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE

jwlives:

things to say during a sex:

i’m ready

did you see my underwear? did you want to?

bring it around town

am i a pretty girl?

be assertive, not in-sertive

… at night

MY LEG

are you feeling it now mr krabs

EEEEEEEVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILL

leedle-leedle-leedle-lee

not when i shift into MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE

[midoriyas-wifey]

All I want is some size kink headcanons with kirishima PLEASE HSHSHSH (I prefer fem)

Ok so this kinda turned into a horneé post about kirishima but it definitely has size kink overtones bc you can’t have kiri without a size kink you just can’t 🤷‍♀️ bone app the teeth @shorkbrian come get y’all juice

This man is built for size kink, everyone in the bnha fandom knows this, it’s canon at this point. Usually people headcanon him as being 6ft something, but not me. I’m built different and so is he. He is Fatgum height, and nearly as broad across with muscles. You heard me. He’s a behemoth of a man. 7’10 or bust babey!! I mean All Might is 7’2 so it’s not implausible in this world that he could get that tall.

The God of Himbos ™ there’s literally no one nicer on this planet, which helps make up for his near-cruel dick game. You’d better say a prayer to whatever god you believe in before he drills up into those guts. And he’s so nice the whole time too (usually).

Has thighs thicker around than your entire body. He’s like a tiger in that his legs are so strong that even if he got killed he could die standing up. He’s a beast. Loves it when you straddle his thigh and grind on him, begging for attention. And when his baby girl begs so sweetly, how can he refuse?

His biceps alone are bigger around than your head, his arms are so massive but are so gentle and careful with you. His hands are huge and rough as well, and he loves to cup your face (really your whole head with the size of his hands) and pepper it with smooches and sharp toothed smiles. 

He loves all of you, but your ass really does him in. And he loves thighs too; but especially your ass. His hands are on those cakes 24/7 in some manner or another. If he could just keep a cheek in hand the whole day to squeeze on he’d die a happy man. Pinching, squeezing, smacking, spanking, biting, eating it. If it involves your ass then you’d best believe he’s into it.

He’s not even a tiny bit discreet about it, will stare and watch that thing wobble in your (and his) favorite sundress. 

And if you can throw it back? Make it wiggle a lil for him? My mans is on one knee already. 

You really are too cute for him to handle. He’s all hard edges, his figure large and intimidating. You just look so sweet and soft while pressed up on his chest, tiny hands grasping at whatever you can, moans and hiccups and girlish ‘ah ah ahs’ pouring out of your mouth while he pummels your juicy pussy. Too cute.

Loves to praise because he knows it makes you clench down and gush around him, which honestly he didn’t even know your pussy could get any tighter than it already was, but now you got him stuck inside your heavenly cunny and he’s not one to pass up an opportunity. 

He’s up in your ear like, “Goddam baby girl, this pussy feels so fucking good around my dick. Whose is it? Huh? Who does this sweet little pussy belong to?” all while pounding you out, never breaking pace.

Near folds you in half when he gets down to business, you have to remind him to not squish you too much.

He might sort of have a thing for squishing you a lil 👀

Maybe more than a lil 

He loves the noises his dick can draw from your sopping pussy and drooling mouth. Your tongue hangs out and he has you panting like a bitch in heat no matter what position.

The sloppier the better, he wants all the naughty noises you and your body can make for him. 

One time he called you ‘Commander in Queef’ and you wouldn’t let him touch you for 3 days after that 💀

He wants to live a life with no regrets and that includes stuffing you silly every chance he gets. Every. Single. Chance. Doesn’t matter what AU he’s written in Kirishima lives and dies for your sweet pussy, it was made for him he just knows it. 

Nothing has ever fit him better than his precious pebble’s pussy, even when you whine it’s too much he knows you can take it; he just has to do a bit of prep work. 

He’s always too much in the beginning, no matter how much prep work goes in, there’s always that overwhelming stretch, that sense of total fullness that follows the whole way through. You learn to love it, and now you know that no other dick could possibly fill you up like his does.

You love his bigness, and even if you’re not petite, even if you’re big, up against him? Leedle girl. Leedle girl he likes to pick up and bounce on his dick til he creams inside your sensitive lil cunny and adds to the tummy bulge already present from his dick.

Speaking of which it’s legit like forearm sized idc idc. The first time he whipped it out you sucked your lips into your mouth in surprise because how the fuck were you gonna take that?? It’s so heavy that even when he’s fully hard it dips down below its own weight. It's much tanner than the rest of him, but ends in an angry reddish-purple head that’s oozing with thick precum. He’s got one thick vein that runs the length of it on the left, and then a smaller one running on the underside.

Suck on those veins and right underneath the head of his dick and Lord have mercy cuz he’s about to bust. 

His cum is thick as hell and it comes out in buckets. He prefers to cum inside you because it satisfies his breeding kink and he loves to see his cum leak in thick rivers out of your destroyed little cunny while he tries to scoop and push the thick cream back inside.

He also likes cumming on your face but rarely gets to do that since it tends to get in your hair and fuck tryna get all that out.

His balls are huge and heavy, like each one are the size of a peach. They’re straight up wrecking balls. And they’re sooooo sensitive no matter how much experience he gets under his belt. He can’t keep his cool. 

Like you could be sucking his dick for hours but the moment when you reach to cup his balls and play with them he’s putty.

Suck. On. Them. This man will go apeshit, rutting his hips up and moaning for more, just please keep playin’ with ‘em, pebble.

He wants to smother your face with them while he fucks your throat, or just smother you with them in general. He’s just a nasty dude that loves rubbing himself all over you, and seeing his huge dick plop down on your surprised face while he has you suck on his balls makes him cum HARD.

So yeah he’s just a big dude that you can use as a horny jungle gym, and all he asks in return is you let him destroy that tight little pussy over and over again.

[iwaasfairy]

hiiiiiii m.b nonnie here back at it again!! pls imagine om-nii being soft w his hardworking leedle sister after having a rough day in school after being called slut (which isn't true bc she only belongs to her omi-nii!!) by her bestfriend she thought she could trust :( u don have to accept newayz i hope ur doing well ms. fairy ily and pls take care of urself mwah <3

hi baby, here we are with omi omi for you! sorry this took a little while, i hope you’re doing well too. ily more +kiss +hug

tw incest

“Bend over more,” Omi nii mumbles, pressing you back down next to the sink. Your freshly showered body being dirtied again by his greedy touches. Though, you suppose, if Kiyoomi can handle it you can as well. He pulls your hips flush with his again, bottoming out as you try to muffle your noises into your palm. He huffs, grabbing your thighs. “Stand on your toes— or,” a deep breath as your pussy clenches around him as if to pull him even further in, “here.” With a gentle rock of his cock inside you, barely pulling out, he lifts your waist until your feet hover above the tiles. “Gonna get as deep as possible into this tight, little cunt. ‘S what my little sister needs right now, isn’t it?”

You take a deep breath when he pulls out of you until only the fat head of his cock remains, then slowly pushes back in as your back arches, feeling him so deep it makes your brain tingle. “Omi nii— I-ah,” you reach back to hold onto his wrist with one hand, the other on the counter, “thank you, thank you, thank you. Want you t’ make it better, niichan.”

“I will,” he promises, speeding up his thrusts more each time he fills you up, fucking you so deep and thorough you almost cry out his name, but niichan notices and places his hand over your mouth. “Shh, no noises, be quiet. Can’t have people knowing you fuck your brother when you’re feeling down.” He pulls you back onto his cock harder with each pump, filling you up so much your eyes roll back and you tear up. He’s always been so much bigger than you, so it’s almost unbelievable that you can take him. You make your big brother so proud, taking his big cock into your womb and trying to keep him there. “Dirty, little sister.”

“‘M not dirty,” you whine, trembling when his fingers slip between your legs to rub your puffy clit. “Ah, ah ah ah, Yoomi nii!” You really aren’t, but he just likes teasing you with it. You’re just too cute pouting like that.

“Next time someone calls you a slut make sure to tell me right away, yeah?” he mumbles as he fucks you up against the counter of your shared bathroom, skin smacking to skin again and again, as you whimper and moan against his palm. “I’ll show them that there’s only one cock you belong to.”

[sloppykyuu]

shit like, reader and gojo will probably be doing the nasty right, he is just so feral bc u looked so hot in that dress!!' so he just is punching ur cervix with his cock right, his shlong is not even 3/4 in ur coochie, and he is kinda feeling it?? obviously he wants to feel u entirely around him, so he folds u in half and with one thrust, breaks ur cervix open and probably enters ur womb <3

HOW DID I MISS THIS ABSOLUTE GEM OMG

gojo who just wants to watch his whole cock disappear into your teeny little cunt, watch as the slick hole sucks him up but he’s just too big and you’re just too leedle. Cant fit more than a few inches of him into you before his cock painfully slams into your cervix.

But he’s so desperate and so horny, just wants to fill you completely full of his cock. He’ll force your legs into your body, knees pressed next to yours ears so he can finally fulfil his desires of popping your tiny little cervix open and fucking your womb, just likes he’s always wanted.

[jagervitdefonnyhat]

Vingettes of the Jägerhall part 1

In Which a Bath is Desperately Needed

The rain streamed down from the smooth stone roof. It was coming down hard, perfect for a decent shower. Jägers splashed around in the courtyard of the jägerhall, tumbling about in the mud- defeating the point of a shower- and scrubbing the excess oil and grime from their hair with their claws under the heavy stream diverted by the roof. As soon as thunder had struck and the first sheet came down, clothes were stripped down to skivvies or less and left in the main hall to keep dry. Even the more finely furred among her brethren cupped their hands out to manage a bird bath. Lilya hid, sitting behind one of the pillars in the main hall. Not that she was trying very hard to hide.

"Hoy, Lilya, hyu gonna take a bath?" Splayed hand landed atop her hat as Barsin jovially came up beside her. "Iz been a vhile since ve'z had a goot rain instead ov goink down stream, ja?"

"Ja, but no, hy tought hy might skip dis vun. Hy already got clean recently." She leaned back as he crouched down beside her, leaning into her space. He took a breath in through his nose.

"Woo! Mebbe if hyur recently is from de bigger picture ov hyur whole life." He dramatically flapped his hand back and forth to wave off the smell. His smile dropped as he added "Bot seriously, hyu needs a bath. Iz gettink too much und dats a lot to get to."

"Nope! Not heppenink!" She rolled to the side, right before he tried to reach out and grab her a mite too slow. She ran.

Of course she had very good reasons here. Firstly, she already cleaned up as much as necessary a month- two? a few months back give or take. She didn't notice anything. Her hair was fine, the smell wasn't- well at least it wasn't particularly bad. To her. Her sense of smell had never been great of course. Except when trying to overwhelm her. Secondly, or thirdly technically, being wet just felt bad. Being submerged was fine. But the start when the temperature was wrong? The end when it was cold and damp and drying? The hours upon hours of damp hair? She didn’t know how Maxim or Mardok managed to wash their hair once, sometimes even twice! a month to keep it soft and silky smooth how they liked it. The whole process was miserable. Except the actual activity when it was warm and she was completely submerged which was rare.

And when her hair was wet, she couldn't wear her hat. That didn't help. Sometimes having a fur lined hat had downsides.

She hid in a supply closet, really the only place concealed enough to hide in the hall. It didn't last long as the door cracked open and light streamed in. A low growl rolled from the back of her throat as she frowned up at the intruder.

He pinched his nose frowning, rolled his eyes and grabbed the patch kit from the shelf above her, having to lean over through the door frame with a leg out for balance. "Hoy!" He called down the hall once the box was safely tucked under his arm, nose still pinched. "She's over-ah! here!" He was already being tackled to the ground before the second word. The box got tossed and slid away across the stone floor.

"Hyu leetle-" She started.

"Ho no hyu don't." Hoisted up by her under arms, she dangled in Barsin's hold.

"Hy can't! Hy von't!"

"Hy dun tink hyu have a choice enymore." He dragged her down the hall to one of the few bathing rooms. "Is not effen a scented soap, all very neutral smellink, no burnink eidder."

"Soap!? Hy don't deserve dis ponishment."

"But hyu really need eet. Iz for de goot of de pack, believe me. Anodder veek dey vould be set to tear hyu apart so hyu blood covers de smell."

Barsin dragged her back to the courtyard. The rain was starting to let up, hardly enough for a good soaking. He groaned. “Ho gotts leedle feesh-”

“Ho? Vhats’s dis now?” Commander Gkika, head of the field medic’s squad, bloodthirsty battle goddess.

“Ah, Mamma!” he casually addressed the other towering over him by the height of his hat. “Dere’s a leetle problem vit de bathink, ja?”

“Hy don't vanna. Is alvays zo cold un slippery.” She kicked at his shin and he readjust his hold to loop around her neck just shy of choking.

“Ho voo, clearly. Come on sveethot, hyu needs to get hyurself cleaned op.” Gkika threw her over her shoulder easily, held in place by a hand the width of her entire back. Trapped and no better off than a two headed giant toad, Barsin came and plucked her hat right off.

“Hoy! Dat’s cheatink! Give it back!” Her tail wgipped back and forth, smacking against Gkika’s face.

“No, eets collatorall. Hy’ll keep eet nkce und dry und hyu gets it back vhen hyu isn't fit to make evervun in hyu radius keel over. Altough, it vould be goot in battle…”

“For de odder side mebbe, but hyu gots de pack dat srill gots to fight” Gkika frowned. She wrapped the split tail around her forearm gently, holding it still. “And hy don't tink hyu is too keen on livink alone, are hyu.”

She settled then on, but still grumbled her complaint as she stripped at a losing snail’s pace and climbed into the waiting washtub. Barsin turned off the spigot in the corner, carrying over a filled bucket. Lilya tucked up her knees in the awkwardly shaped washtub. At least it was marginally warm.

“See? Is not so hard is it?” Gkika took a soap lathered cloth to her back and shoulder. Her tail flicked bubbles over the edge, pooling on the stone floor around them. Gkika’s pants were soaking through at the knee. Barsin upturned a bucket over her hair. It plastered down to her face sticking weirdly around her horns. It felt wrong. The claws that dug through her hair and scalp were merger compensation but freely accepted. “No different from de odder times.”

“Ho, ja, is still miserable.” She let her arm be manipulated and scrubbed down.

“Is for de greater goot ov de pack, dollink.”

He scooped up more water to rinse what came loose in her hair. Finally done, finally allowed to get dressed again, Barsin handed back her hat.

“At least hyu still gots hyur hat, all safe und dry.”

She frowned mournfully, holding it to her chest. “Mine hair is vet.”

[onebigsimp]

as for a leedle writing request... hm, lessee. why not your mc and julian on a rainy day in? i'm a sucker for domesticity and coziness if you couldn't tell

jasklsil YOU ARE GONNA MAKE ME BURST, DEAR! 

I think I put stuff here?? ( ha i hate this site, i have no idea what i’m doing :,) )

Roni sighed contentedly as the rain pattered against the window. They were cozied up against Julian, laying on him horizontally on their couch. His legs dangled off the edge, his socked feet lazily swinging from time to time. Roni’s head was on his chest, their cheek squished against his warm body. They read aloud as he rubbed their back and played with their hair affectionately. “’Didn’t you have a flaming sword?’” Roni read aloud. They were reading from the book Good Omens. They had received it as a gift, and Julian had appeared interested, so the two decided this cold rainy day would be an excellent time to start reading it. The tea kettle whistled from the kitchen. Julian pouted a tad. “Aww but I wanted to keep cuddilng.” He sounded like a whiny child. Roni giggled and put the book down, stretching their limbs as they pushed off Julian to sit upright. “Well I do too, but I also want some hot tea. It’s cold outside, love.” Julian sighed and sat up as Roni got off the couch, walking towards the kitchen. Julian stretched and followed soon after. 

Roni was pouring hot water over tea bags into two separate mugs. “I know you love your coffee, but I’d rather you try to sleep tonight.” Julian frowned. “But I like to watch you sleep lovebird. You look so cute.” Roni blushes. “That sounds creepy, but I know what you mean. But you need to sleep, darling. It’s important.” They hand him his teacup and look up at him. “You need your sleep, you silly bird.” Julian laughs. “Silly bird. That’s a new one.” He bent down and kissed their nose. “Thank you for the tea, lovebird.” Roni smiled. “Well it’s true, Julian. You are indeed my silly bird.” 

I know it’s kinda short but I don’t usually write for myself, ha ha. Hope it’s good! <3

[johndykeon]

Good morning! I can’t get the thought of Brian in a pink skirt out of my head, it is taking over all of my thought processes 🤠

BRO i read this this morning and i haven't been able to get it out of my head all day 👁 he'd be so SWEET and PRETTIE 😔😔😔 in he's leedle pink skirt and a blouse looking all shy and blushy (he'd also definitely shave his legs but u didn't hear that from me)

[stoiicist]

*  ANSWER  TWENTY - ONE  QUESTIONS  ! tag  twenty - one  people  you’d  like  to  know  better. 01.    NICKNAME  :  just call me darbs :’) 02.    REAL  NAME  :  darby hehe 03.    ZODIAC  :  pisces :p 04.    HEIGHT  : 5′5″ yes im leedle 05.    WHAT  TIME  IS  IT  ?  : 3:47pm 06.    FAVOURITE  MUSICIANS  /  GROUPS  : too many to count bc my taste is all over the place but i would die for kesha 07.    FAVOURITE  SPORTS  TEAM  : uswnt even though half the team annoys e now 08.    OTHER  BLOGS  :  so fucking many but this and @spearslinger are my mains 09.    DO  I  GET  ASKS  ?  : occasionally!! when i reblog stuff and i love the people who send them to me forever 10.    HOW  MANY  BLOGS  DO  I  FOLLOW  ?  : 45 kjndafnd 11.   ANY  TUMBLR  CRUSHES  : in a friend way i suppose!! 12.    LUCKY  NUMBER  :  3 13.    WHAT  AM  I  WEARING  RIGHT  NOW  :  leggings, t-shirt and cat socks 14.    DREAM  VACATION  :  cabin in the woods with my gf and also there’s a horse we can ride to the general store down the road 15.    DREAM  CAR  :  i truly do not care as long as it moves 16.    FAVOURITE  FOOD  :  pistachios 17.    DRINK  OF  CHOICE  :  coffee or tea 18.    LANGUAGES  :  english and spanish! 19.    INSTRUMENTS  : piano and harmonica :o 20.    CELEBRITY  CRUSHES  :  ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh uhmmmm florence pugh  21.    RANDOM  FACT  : im very bad at tumblr rp thank u for visiting come back soon

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tagging: you !!

[ethosuximide]

table fucks off into the distance with its legs making a "beedle-leedle-leedle" cartoon noise

hmmm

[avalonianrising]

37 (gonna be a gremlin and specifically request temp for that one?)

(Leedle, leedle, leedle. This one’s gonna’ be fun!!)

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Twisting strands of Sol’s hair between his delicate fingers, Tempest balanced a book carefully in his free hand. Each breath he took, he noted the way his mate’s head rose and fell with it. It was…relaxing. Very relaxing, he noted mirthfully.

“Are you ready to get up yet?” he finally spoke, watching the Guardian’s legs stretch out below, toes curling in the most ridiculously adorable fashion. Sometimes, he actually delighted in the idea that his heart just might explode–when he did those little things.

A moment passed, with no answer, and Tempest flipped the page carefully, as not to drop the book entirely. His smile, though it could most likely curdle milk, crept onto his lips.

“Did you enjoy yourself last night?”

Sol snuffled–something like a laugh, and pure fluster. There. That got a good reaction, two lovely golden eyes shifting to meet his own. His cheeks were pink…and honestly, if he could say so himself, he was really glowing. The Fae dog-eared his page, and closed the book.

“You really asking that?” the man whispered, managing a lazy prop up onto his elbow.

“Thought you’d get a kick out of it,” Tempest replied, rubbing his fingertip down the length of his mate’s nose. The laugh he was so blessed to hear proved it, a light chill rolling up his spine. “Let’s go eat, shall we? Cassini is likely to be bouncing off the walls at this hour.”

With one great yawn, Sol rubbed at his eye, receiving a kiss on his brow for his ‘effort.’ He nearly wriggled in happiness, rolling to the side to search for clean clothes.

A picture of perfection. Truly, he was blessed. He needed to tell him more often.

So, in true fashion, Tempest gave Sol’s rump a quick pat of delight.

“You…” he sighed, through bubbly, honey-sweet laughter.

He could listen to that forever…and all else be damned, he planned to.

[overlord-off-record]

Posting real quick before work. I spent yesterday chasing that sweet, sweet dopamine writing this rather than being more productive.

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Mechanicsburg celebrated the betrothal of the Heterodyne’s consorts for an unreasonably long time. Music and dancing carried on at all hours, in all public spaces, and wine and beer flowed as freely as Gil had ever seen. Every time he left the Castle, townspeople showered him with attention, draped him in colorful ribbons and trilobite beads and painted snail shells. If he appeared in public with Tarvek, strangers clamored for a show of affection between them. By the third day, Gil had taken to avoiding Tarvek as much as possible. On day five, Gil fled to Castle Wulfenbach.

Upon hearing of the party going on, Bangladesh DuPree dragged him right back to Mechanicsburg.

On the morning of the sixth day, Gil decided to stay in his bedroom until the entire city forgot to be excited on his behalf. Castle Heterodyne decided to have none of that so-called nonsense, and dumped him out into the front steps in yesterday’s clothes. With a sigh of resignation, Gil ran his hands through his hair to tame it, and he slouched off to find something to eat.

Ognian flagged him down from across the square, probably to buy him lunch, as was apparently customary for the winner of the betting pool. That was the big secret: the Jägers had been placing bets on his future betrothal. Ognian and, surprisingly, Vole had walked away with an impressive amount of money. Gil meandered toward a free meal and a considerable amount more attention than he wanted. Oggie greeted him with his usual amount of cheer, enthusiasm, and friendly thumps, then fell to boasting that Vole had not yet managed to buy a meal for Gil.

Ognian chattered as they walked together, and yet he deflected enthusiastic well-wishers with an airy charm that even Tarvek would have envied. Gil watched with fascination until he spied a familiar hat a little distance down the street. “Hey Ognian,” he said, interrupting a riveting tale involving Maxim, a three-headed tortoise, and an inadvisable amount of kefir, “do you mind if Oksana joins us?”

Oggie hailed Oksana, who seemed disinclined to socialize until she saw Gil. With a tiny smile, the reticent Jäger fell into step beside them. No one named a destination, but no one was surprised when they turned up at Mamma’s. A roar of approval greeted them, and Gil submitted to a smothering hug from the proprietor. She called him a goot boy, and then sent them off to a table in the corner. Relief seeped through Gil as he claimed the most secluded chair.

Ognian finished his story, and launched right into ordering food for everyone. Oksana added on two plates of pierogis. Gil sat in silence, wondering how to start a conversation, when Oksana turned to him and said, “Iz goot hyu'z carryink on Katya’s legacy.”

Gil blinked at her. “Sorry, what?” He said, and immediately felt foolish.

Oksana gave him one of her rare smiles. “Ve vas four sisters,” she said, “brought to de Heterodyne for heez harem. Natya und Dina und hyself, ve reqvested de Jägerdraught instead. Dis amused de Heterodyne, but den he asked Katya if she also vanted de Jägerdraught. She said no, und dot she fancied Naomi, who vas also in de harem.”

“She vas a favorite right avay,” Ognian contributed, eager to help. Oksana nodded.

“Katya vas honest. Blunt. Old Dante liked dot, und he alvays brought her shiny tings. Gold. Jewels. Severed limbs. Katya gave all de jewels to Naomi. Vun day, brave Katya asked permission for de two of dem to marry. Dot day, de Heterodyne made a new law chust for dem.”

Gil chewed on this information, along with three pierogis. Finally he said, “Were they happy?”

“Yez. Katya und Naomi vas married for many years, onder de blessink of de Heterodyne. Dey even adopted Leedle Vladimus over dere.” Oksana nodded toward a gawkish Jäger who was cheating at pinwheel darts. “Raised heem up goot.”

Gil nodded, but his thoughts strayed elsewhere. “Why the big party?”

Ognian thumped him on the shoulder, and cheerfully explained that harem marriages were rare, and that someone—Dante, probably—had started a rumor that for every day that the city celebrated them, the couple in question would enjoy a year of bliss and good fortune. Gil wondered whether Dante had just made a clever excuse for future generations to continue to celebrate Katya and Naomi. He considered whether to pursue the topic further, but just then the crowd roared and cheered again. Gil froze, his attention fixed on the entrance, where Tarvek had just walked in beside a well-dressed man with a mechanical hand.

Oh, no.

Gil tried to sink into the shadows. Too late. Jorgi pointed him out, and Tarvek broke away from his questionable choice of company with a smirk. He navigated the midday crowd with ease, arriving too soon to stand with his hand on the back of Ognian’s chair.

“Hadrian sends his regards,” he said. “Also, he intends to give us an atrocity for a wedding gift. I think that’s a good thing?” This last he addressed to the Jägers, who nodded and agreed with enthusiasm.

“Hadrian?” Gil repeated blankly. He felt certain he had heard the name somewhere before. Tarvek rolled his eyes.

“Honestly, don’t you ever pay attention? Hadrian Greenclaw, the—”

“Aren’t the Greenclaws smugglers?” Gil interrupted.

“Oh, that you know!” Laughing, Tarvek accepted the chair Ognian placed beside Gil. “I don’t know why I’m surprised.” But he meant it fondly, and Gil grinned at him.

Before Tarvek had a chance to sit, someone over near the bar yelled for the affianced couple to kiss. All of the Jägers eagerly took up the chant. Tarvek’s smile faded, and Gil cringed inwardly. Had he really been so aloof?

He looked around at the eager faces, all turned toward the two of them, most showing broad, sharp grins. He didn’t want to disappoint the Jägers, and, he admitted to himself, he didn’t want to disappoint Tarvek. He stood up. The Jägers roared.

“You don’t want to,” Tarvek whispered, trying to look more irritated than crestfallen.

Gil seized Tarvek by the lapels and pushed him against the table swiftly enough to make him gasp. “Don’t you tell me what I want to do,” he growled, letting the Spark resonate in his voice.

Tarvek’s breath hitched in that way that meant he struggled against making a noise, a groan or a sigh, or even a whimper. His tongue flicked against his lips, and he gazed across the tops of his glasses as though losing himself in what he saw when he looked upon Gil’s face. Gil felt his grip tightening. He would wrinkle Tarvek’s clothing, but in another moment neither of them would care.

“Tease,” Tarvek muttered, his voice coarse with desire. Gil realized then that he had forgotten the noise, the shouts and the cheering, the whistles and the stamping feet. He leaned a little closer, felt Tarvek’s breath warm his lips, and then they kissed.

The Jägers’ enthusiastic roar shook the entire building, but Gil was deaf to it. He felt Tarvek’s fingers slide along his jaw, drawing him closer yet before finding purchase in his hair. His heart still tumbled over itself at the way Tarvek touched him, half passion and half worship, and when they shared a kiss like this, he always managed to forget whatever had preoccupied him only moments before. When they shared a kiss like this, Gil knew that what they wanted of one another was the same: need me like I need you.

Gil’s brain caught up to him as he started to fumble for the buttons of Tarvek’s waistcoat. He lowered his hands, and he took a step back. Smiling in an odd, contented way, Tarvek dropped into his chair and leaned his head back as though he found decent posture entirely too much work.

“Hooooo, yez,” Ognian said, grinning at the both of them. “Hy bet hyu'z goink right home after dis.”

Crimson-faced, Gil sat.

Oksana pointed the disarticulated leg of some deep-fried arthropod at him. “Hyu'z a leedle like Katya, hy tink.” Gil knew that she meant it as a compliment, but he struggled to understand what similarities she saw.

“Don’t say I remind you of Naomi.” Tarvek reached for Gil’s beverage.

“No.” Oksana waited for him to take a drink. “Hyu'z much more like Dante,” she added, smiling her slow smile as she watched Tarvek choke on his effort not to spit ale across the table.

“Not you too!” Tarvek sputtered when he had air enough to complain. “The Castle insisted on telling me I’m wearing Bludtharst’s favorite color!”

“Hyu iz!” chorused every Jäger in earshot.

Tarvek grumbled, mostly for show, as he helped himself to the food on Gil’s plate. The Jägers laughed, in a good natured way, but Gil still sympathized. Attempting reassurance, he bumped his knee against Tarvek’s leg and gave him a small smile. Beneath the table, Tarvek caught his hand and interlaced their fingers. Above the table, two Jägers grinned at them.

Maybe this party thing wasn’t so bad after all.