#floating fern

[deathtek]

7/29/22

[vintagehomecollection]

Rooms by Design, 1989

[oschonseleven]

🏝️ respite 🏝️

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new FC room build!! Going for a relaxed and beachy Greek island vibe :)

[sailor-arashi]

[pequenosol]

[tsunflowers]

where do maomao and fern get their references for dick size? vibes? comparing with their own dicks?

maomao grew up in a brothel so she's definitely seen guys stumbling around too drunk to put their dicks away, plus her older sisters dish about their clients. she knows the mean and mode and average dick size of everyone in town. fern I have no idea about so it's either vibes or herself as reference

[sixtymillionoverdueideas]

👶 + choose 3 sets of intended parents

//...could've either been interpreted as "one child with three sets of potential parents" but that woulda been hella confusing and tricky given how different our range of muses are;;;,, and also how most of them don't have relationships that are probable to bear in their own universes,,,;;.....

Peony/fern Name: Iris Gender: They/he/zem (agender demi-bi;;;). Appearance: Long, silvery hair touched with faint hints of lilac reminiscent of their human parent,, that slips into yellow much like the end of a petal or feather. It curls up at the edges,, a little like a long feather from a peacock's train,,,.... Their eyes are a bright soft moon-gray,, and the slight subtle scaling around their eyes makes it appear that they already have some glittery gray-lilac eyeshadowing,,,. Their scales are armour-esque,, curling out from their shoulders and plating their tail like a pangolin,,. (Their scales are marble, moon-like, edged with an arrow of gold.) Iris has scales and a tail and two sets of canines and black nails,,,. Personality: Observant, logical, tinkerer, reserved;;; -- Iris inherited indeed a high level of intelligence from their parents but doesn't think too much about it,,,. What do they like? Sweet foods, (hoarding) pretty things like pearls and marbles and scraps of silk,,, genuine praise,,. What do they dislike? Attending other people's live amateur performances on stage,,, off-pitch/key singing,, scratchy textures,,,. Who are the godparents? Slugger and Char because truly the Underground does not good monsters make,,,; Anything special about them? Iris has embroidery and sewing as a hobby,,,. They smell strongly of ice/snow/morning frost and thunderstorms,, all the electric static and rain to the point it's even noticeable to the human nose,,. What are their talents? Iris would fall under the 'aerial silks' niche for the Underground and would take formal ballet training if they were on the Surface,,,. Who do they resemble of their parents ( appearance) ? As a mostly humanoid child Iris resembles Near as a whole more,,, though the monstrous attributes they've taken from Nori can't be passed as easily passed as simply "oddities";;;. Who do they resemble of their parents ( personality ) ? Iris takes more after Near in personality,, but that's probably because of how Nori's life-experienced has been warped and adapted from the Underground;;;. A headcanon: Iris would be a very quiet baby who would eat mostly lotus seed and bamboo mash,,,. Adored pocky when they were younger though,,. Their future: Nori would feel like they needed to be instructed even if they were below the human legal age,, but would refrain from letting them actually practice with anyone so all their knowledge would be hypothetical;;;. On the Surface Iris would stay close to Near's side and not actively participate in the detectivery;; though they may choose to attend a school for the arts to actually become a performer of some kind -- ice-skater??? Faceclaim: 

??? walking-by! Name: Izanami Uchiha,, ward of the Hyuuga Clan,,,. Gender: Female (while her mother is aromantic Izanami is thoroughly bi,,, though it's a rather very very oblivious-to-emotions one she makes,,,) Appearance: Choppy dark hair in a spiky triple-rose-up-do,, stabbed through with senbon,, pens,, or chopsticks depending on the day,,,... Dark eyes like both of her mother's parents though they are a dark shade of brown;;;. Personality: Bold, analytical,, fight-happy,,, What do they like? Weapons-building,, seals and ink-script (Sai was glad to take yet another apprentice for his ninja-art;;;),,, melons,, unadon bento is her favourite;;;;. What do they dislike? Mildly dislikes red-bean and restrictions in libraries;;;. Who are the godparents? Izunagi's brother,, Kanega,, Hironori as the technical bio/donor sire,,, honestly the entirety of the Peace Generation lmao;;;. Anything special about them? Izanami absolutely cannot make tea. Always burns it,,,. It's actually kind of baffling,, especially to Hironori (very skilled at tea-ceremony;;;),,,. What are their talents? While Izanagi prefers to wear temporary seals on her skin for her weapons instead of using scrolls Izanami uses them just like her grandmother Tenten;;;. Who do they resemble of their parents ( appearance) ? Izanami resembles her mother in the strong Uchiha-ism that presents in her features;;;. Who do they resemble of their parents ( personality ) ? Izanami also takes rather after her maternal line with Tenten and Izanagi's interest in weaponry,,,. A headcanon: Izanami likes going outside during thunderstorms and identifying plants through tasting them (which is a very bad idea). Their future: Izanami is probably going to join her mother Izunagi as the inheritors of Tenten's family weapon-shop instead of staying as a full shinobi;;;. Faceclaim: 

Thauma/Eraser Name: Kimio (紀美生, 喜美生 , or 貴美雄) or Masayoshi (匡美) Aizawa Gender: Male (pan man :))) ) Appearance: Messy, natural-bedhead dark hair just like actually both of his parents down to his shoulder-blades,,, typically barely tied back into a sloppy waterfall. Kimio has dark eyes that are actually a deep shade of indigo,,,. He definitely takes face-shape and body-structure from Shouta;;. Personality: Mellow, calculative, handy -- messes around with things that use his hands like painting models and coding,,,. Likes wordplay,, enjoys a good pun,,,. Slightly manipulative;;;. What do they like? The smell of freshly fallen rain,, reading,, horseback riding (serious hobby;;;),, taking long walks actually we're not joking--. What do they dislike? Being forced to deviate from his routine,, being woken up forcefully/unnaturally,, people who abuse living things plants, humans, and animals,,. Who are the godparents? Hizashi and Nemuri to exactly no surprise,,,. Anything special about them? Kimio has a silverpoint maine coon tom that he has on campus that technically he shouldn't have reason to have,, but he claimed him to be the "class spirit animal" and got the rest of 1-c to beg Aizawa to keep,,,. What are their talents? Quirk: Can use someone else's quirk after establishing eye-to-eye (actually have to meet eyes,,) contact for up to an hour after first glance;;;. Can hold multiple quirks in this way,,, (limit at the time is four but expands to five from training,,,). His hair doesn't fly up as much as his father's would but that's mostly due to the weight of the hair itself,, his eyes do flash a peacock blue when he uses one of his stored quirks but will not constantly glow,,,. Once he starts using a stored quirk he has about eight minutes before it dissipates from his grasp,,,. Who do they resemble of their parents ( appearance) ? Kimio resembles Shouta more,, definitely,,,. Who do they resemble of their parents ( personality ) ? Kimio doesn't particularly match either of his parents strongly in personality but he does have the honesty and kindness levels of his parents,, and Shouta's "can and will drop anywhere for a nap",,,. A headcanon: Kimio constantly wears an array of mismatched hair-ties around his wrist and will give them off to anyone who asks,,,. Also his favoured breakfast is oatmeal and one of his tics is tying knots,,,;;;;. He does this absently with like the wrappers for straws or with scraps of paper or string constantly,,,. Their future: Will come to UA as a technical "Legacy" student,, but goes to gen. ed at first due to not wanting to take the Heroics exam--;;; but partway through the year gains a motivation for becoming a Hero and goes into the Sports-Festival to win;;; :))) Faceclaim: 

come judge us lmao @nearriver and @dadzxwa,,,;;;

[parkeremerson]

Gravel Landscape Houston Inspiration for a large modern shade courtyard gravel landscaping.

[mrghostrat]

AHH SORRY I LEFT IT A WIP FOR SO LONG

but it's done!!! my character designs for @thewolveswolf's rival gym leader au!!

aziraphale's gym is a library, with steel shutters that automatically slide over all the shelves whenever a battle starts 😂 the library is managed by sinisteas and polteageists that float around to make sure everyone has what they need. his honedge refuses to go in its pokeball and he is CONSTANTLY losing it.

(his pokedex is also handwritten. his is much more meticulous than the official digital database)

crowley's gym is a greenhouse, probably very very dark because of all the huge ferns that envelope the place. his ghosts adore it in there, even in broad daylight.

aziraphale is probably in awe of the fact that crowley grows his own apricorns but do u think for a SECOND that crowley is just gonna hand them over to anybody? get ur own free pokeballs. (but he lets kids come in and pick them on the weekends and take home whatever they can harvest)

zita's teams:

crowley: gengar, spectrier, seviper, phantump, toxtricity, murkrow

aziraphale: chandelure, alcremie, rapidash (galarian), honedge, victini, dratini

[bunnis-monsters]

Hi welcome back, hope you're feeling better! Always good to get that self care in. Anywho, if it's okay I'm going to throw an idea at you that has been floating around in my head. I've been on a smidge of a naga hyperfixation lately, plus I love your Fern series, so it got me thinking: how cute would a mini naga be? Like part of the appeal of nagas is them being big boys, but on the other hand, what if smol corn snake dude?

OMG little snake guy…

I have two ideas with this in mind!

First, let’s say he’s not absolutely tiny, but about the size of a golden retriever. Little naga!bf that’s super protective of his mate, and very strong despite his small stature. He’ll sit in your lap, nuzzling you with his lower body wrapped around your legs.

All he wants is for you to rely on him… even if he’s constantly clinging to you and wanting to be pampered. Maybe he’s got a mommy kink who knows… but he’ll still rattle his tail and act all intimidating to protect you!

And my other idea, absolutely tiny naga bf that’s the size of your palm! So cute, but also very deadly! His bite can take down an elephant, so he’s feared by all the other creatures of the forest… except you.

You love him, and god how he wants to be big so he can show you just how much he wants to breed that fat cunt of yours. He’s so damn protective, hissing and showing off his fangs to whoever gets close!

Anyways… yeah, what concept do y’all like better? Or should I make a separate post for both?

[unholyhelbig]

More Wandanat pls 😊

Title: Are you Avoiding me?

Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

Word Count: 2935

Warnings: pet names, sexual situations implied, broken glass, and horrible spelling (I don't proofread).

Summary: It's becoming harder and harder for reader to avoid both Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff. Things only get worse when they're cornered in their lab.

[A/n: This is just a little drabble, that's been sitting in my drafts for months, nothing with too much sustinance! I've been distracting myself lately with Wenclair content instead of writing]

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There were thousands of mugs with Shield’s logo on the side that floated around the compound, changing hands between agents and the high-ranking Avengers. It’s why you felt less bad about dropping the one in your grasp to the floor. It shattered into dozens of pieces, and the rest of the pale coffee you were drinking seeped out of the wreckage.

“Ow! Why? Why?” Clint’s voice had turned to a growl by the end of his sentence. He had righted himself and gripped his own mug to his chest, leveling you with a glare that was much too vicious this early in the morning.

The words were trapped in your throat and you dropped down behind the kitchen island, pressing yourself close enough to the wood to become apart of the grain. If you could just hide long enough for them to wander away, then all would be well.

The archer glanced down at you, and then back to the hallway that passed the communal kitchen. Natasha Romanoff had her brow furrowed, lifting a sculped eyebrow at him. She had just come back from her morning run, a fine sheen of sweat coating her muscles. He gave her a shrug and that was enough encouragement to send her on her way.

You let out a long sigh at the sound of her footsteps retreating. “Don’t look at me like that, Barton.”

“I can look at you anyway I want to, you’re the one that would rather be on the ground than talk to Natasha.”

It wasn’t just talking to Natasha. It was looking at her too; breathing the same air as her, meeting her fern-colored eyes across the room and ceasing to have a tangible thought pattern. You were an Avenger, for fucks sake, an ex-KGB spy shouldn’t make you fumble the way that you did.

“It’s not that hard, y/n. She’s harmless, really.”

That was easy for him to say. You huffed quietly and picked up the broken pieces of mug before depositing them into the trashcan. Coffee would make you too jittery anyway. So, if you really thought about it, your nerves had done you a favor.

“She’s terrifying.” You said, reaching for an empty glass. You filled it up with tap water and tentatively took a sip. It went down clunky and cold. “And gorgeous.”

“A combination that renders you absolutely useless.”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

Clint lifted both of his eyebrows at you, not saying a word. He didn’t have to. And you didn’t need all of this judgement from him in the first place. He had been so scared of Natasha that he couldn’t bring her in, in the first place. He would tell it differently, but you didn’t stick around to find out.

There were other things that you had to do; like a mountain of paperwork and a few modifications to the Vibranium arm that had found its way onto your desk. A cold shower wouldn’t do you any harm either. And if your fingers were to wander? No one would know.

You flashed him the middle finger, abandoning all thoughts of nourishment for the day. Tony kept his labs stocked with bottled water and granola bars after some nagging from Pepper. That would hold you over until lunch and if you started to drift, there were plenty of electrical sources that would give you a low-grade jolt.

Most of the time, you kept your head down, earbuds in even if they weren’t playing music. It was easier not to get caught up in the fanfare of the Avengers. Most of them were human, and they made human mistakes even if they weren’t.

You answered your superiors and fixed any problems that arose with tech and machinery, sometimes even costuming. Those things were simple, cut and dry. Your feelings for Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff weren’t even slightly that.

There was admiration from afar, and Clint would even say a numbness that clouded your brain completely. That celebrity that all other agents produced around any of the spandex wearing heroes often evaded you.

But each time Wanda stepped through the doors of your lab to get a personal watch fixed, or once, a VHS player that had the scent of smoke and burning plastic. She’d jutted out her lower lip when a copy of ‘I Love Lucy’ was burnt to a crisp.

Despite your meager salary, you had found one at the thrift and set it outside her door without a word. Not a romantic gesture, Clint. You should have seen her face. It was something you’d do as a friend, a co-worker.

Your shoulder collided with something strong, yet soft. There was a small grunt released from the back of your throat. You got a mouthful of the scent of rain and vanilla tobacco. But strong hands were suddenly gripping your forearms, keeping you steady.

Your eyes widened and met with curious hazel ones. You thought you gave Natasha enough time to get back to her room. But here she was, in that tight tank top, sweat drenching the collar. She looked beautiful, the lights overhead hitting her.

Agent Romanoff reached up and pulled one of your earbuds out, letting it hang loose against your chest. “Doctor y/l/n, are you avoiding me?”

“Avoiding?” You laughed with a little too much force, compensating for the lost air by snorting and instantly regretting it. A light blush fell over your cheeks. She didn’t look mad, in fact, she looked quite amused. “No, no. I’m not avoiding.”

“So, what would you call ducking down behind the counter in the kitchen?”

“How did you…”

“I’m a superspy and you’re not exactly subtle.”

Yeah. You’d forgotten about that. She didn’t’ allude to the fact, simply continuing on her way and leaving you to your horrible conversation with Clint. But then she had waited in front of your lab, her own clearance not allowing her past the sliding doors without you in it.

She lilted her head to the side “Don’t worry about it, it’s actually rather adorable.”

The heat against your cheeks started to spread down your neck and to your collarbone. If she noticed, and of course she noticed, she didn’t’ say anything. But she released her hold, and you fought back a whimper of disappointment.

“What can I do for you, Agent Romanoff?”

“Us, actually.” She responded, eyes darting towards the locked doors. “I’d rather talk somewhere a bit more private, if that’s alright.”

“Yeah, yeah, absolutely that’s alight. If this is about the Widow Bites that I redesigned then I can most definitely tweak them. We don’t want you to get a jolt every time you use them. Not that I’m saying you’re not skilled enough to avoid that,”

You kept talking as you swiped your card and it with a beep, walking into the instant familiarity of your lab. There was a coolness there for tactical purposes, but it washed over your heated skin and hopefully took some of the soft color away.

You started to flit around the lab, flicking on all the lights and the different purifiers. There was an experiment that Fitz was working on that needed a rotating heat source and that was turned on as well.

“If we remove the outer panel and with a little tweaking, we can make them non-lethal, heavy with stopping power. They can break up under the sub-cutaneous tissue-“

Again, you ran into Natasha. Her body was so warm and solid, stable compared to the way you buzzed about. The door had slid shut behind you, its frosted glass exterior shielding you from the rest of the world.

This time you didn’t’ rush to apologize, instead you pushed your glasses up to the center of your nose and stared at her in a comfortable silence. “This wasn’t about your widow bites. You said us.”

She nodded at you, suddenly seeming quite shy herself. You’d never seen her avert her gaze before and something about the reaction worried you. Your stomach was doing somersaults, flipping back and forth between pure panic and excitement. This was the longest you two had spent in one another’s space without you bolting from the room.

“For the past six months I’ve been involved in a sexual relationship with Wanda Maximoff.”

“Uh,”

It was the only word that you could muster. Thoughts that flushed your cheeks all over again ran through your mind; bare breasts pressed against each other, lips hungrily clashing, hands raking up perfectly toned muscles. Your eyes were hazy with lust, but you blinked it away just as fast as it had settled. Natasha ghosted a smirk regardless.

“It was purely sexual, we both needed to blow off some steam. I’m sure you know how that is.”

On nights when you needed to ‘blow off steam’, you went into the empty training room and ran for six miles before taking a stark cold shower to loosen your muscles. When you ran, you forgot about the dip of Natasha’s collarbone and the dexterity of Wanda’s fingers.

Now that you thought about it, there were signs that the two of them had something and why shouldn’t they? Subtle touches that led to more. The tenderness in Natasha’s eyes betrayed more. If she hadn’t noticed yet, you weren’t going to be the one to tell her.

“It was fun for a while, a supply closet here, the gym floor there. But going on month seven it’s almost losing its… spark.”

“I’m sorry?” You were cautious with your words, and she giggled, the Black Widow herself was giggling at you.

“I’m not so good at this.”

“You’re good at everything.”

She smiled “Wanda insisted that I come and talk to you first because you’re skittish. Moreso around her than me. She was upset when I told her you let me stay the afternoon in here last week, just watching you work.” 

Each move you made that day was languid. There was a nervousness to you that seemed to vanish when you could open up the back of a monitor and stare at the innerworkings. You were recruited right out of MIT, and though you had been offered more than one job, you jumped at the idea of working in the Stark tower, living here.

She worked her hand through her hair and sighed “see, not so good at this.”

“What exactly is this?”

Natasha furrowed her brow and a small crease formed between her eyebrows in response. You wanted to reach up and smooth it away with the subtle touch of your thumb. That part wasn’t complicated, not like people usually were.

So, you did just that, you touched the pad of your finger to her soft, warm skin and pressed until the tension started to leave her body. Natasha’s fingers wrapped around your wrist and moved your hand until you cupped her cheek. She sighed into the embrace; eyes closed for more than a single moment.

“I want you, y/n.” She mumbled against the palm of your hand, turning it to the side and delivering a single kiss to the pulse point on your wrist. You were sure that she could feel the quickness in which it thrummed. “So does Wanda.”

You were dizzy, suddenly glad for her hold on you. Months, close to a year, you had spent ducking behind counters and taking the long way back to your dorm. They were both stunning to an intimidating degree, to the point where it devastated you.

“Say something, please” Natasha whispered, voice breaking “I know this is a lot and you can absolutely decline. We can forget this conversation ever happened and you can go back to breaking coffee mugs.”

“No! I mean, no. I don’t want to go back to breaking coffee mugs. I think Clint is running a tab, and Mr. Stark isn’t exactly generous with our salaries.”

A grin spread across Natasha’s face. It was like being wrapped in a warm towel after a long day in the rain. You’d do anything to make her smile. You were in down bad, not that you’d admit it to Bird Boy.

She tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded, not trusting your ability to vocalize anything right now. Her lips were on yours, soft and tender. She kissed you slowly, with purpose. The two of you savored the moment, a sigh of extasy escaping you, your arms winding around her shoulders, hers pressing against your spine.

Natasha broke the embrace, staring hazily at you. That cocky smile had turned into a wonderstruck and borderline goofy one. Have you broken the superspy? She’d certainly made you waver. You were effectively rendered silent.

“Oh, sweet girl, how easy it is to fluster you.” Natasha pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. “But I fear that a certain witch is lurking just close enough for you to open the door.”

It slid open on its own with a dejected beep. You glanced down at the pocket of your lab coat, badge still attached. A small pout made its way to your lips but softened when Wanda stalked into the mostly empty lab, you felt your defenses lower.

The remnants of red twirled around her fingers- and god, you didn’t mean to stare, but they held a power to them. With Natasha slotted against your body, the primal scent of her, you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering. Oh, how good they’d feel on your tongue.

A pink blush crept up her collarbone and at the tips of her ears. Wanda raised a perfectly sculpted brow at you. There was no doubt in your mind that your thoughts were loud enough for her to hear them. And somehow, you didn’t mind one bit. You’d never imagine being this bold with either of them, but the kiss with Natasha had left you heady, greedy for more.

“Have you been able to do that the whole time?” You panted out, watching the door slide shut once more.

“Well, yes. But I respect your privacy… to an extent. You have quite the dirty mind, don’t you?”

“I… you… no!”

You pulled away from Natasha, crossing your arms over your chest. If you weren’t careful, your glasses would fog up just by being in the same vicinity as them both. Sure, there had been a few times where you’d let your mind wander; images of Wanda shoving you against the wall, pinning your arms above your head.

Natasha taking you over the lab table that you made sure was meticulous in every single way each night before you left. The thought of them taking control was alluring, tantalizing. You thought all the time, too much about every move you made. You didn’t want to admit that you’d welcome not thinking at all, even if it was only for a few moments.

“You’re a terrible liar.” Wanda soothed.

“That’s why Stark keeps me in the basement.”

She’d gotten impossibly close. You could smell the lavender shampoo that often accompanied her. They were both taller than you, though, not by much. Your breath still hitched in your throat at her proximity. Wanda tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, lilting her head to the side in a way that made your knees feel unstable.

“Is this okay?”

You nodded, and a smile moved across her lips. “You need to use your words, sweetheart.”

“Oh, don’t be mean, Wanda.” Natasha wrapped her arms around your midsection, resting her chin against your shoulder. You felt the incredible warmth she provided, nearly sighing into it. “This is a lot to take in. Baby steps.”

You couldn’t tell which of the two held more control over the situation, but didn’t much care when you felt Wanda’s breath hot against your lips. She closed the distance and you kissed until it stung, until your lungs were begging for air. A desperate noise that you had never made before escaped you when she broke the embrace.

All the while, the calloused pads of Natasha’s fingers were running softly over the expanse of skin between your waistband and shirt. Her touch was so delicate and impossibly warm compared to the coolness of the lab.

Natasha hugged you closer, and you allowed her to. Everything about both women surrounding you screamed control. The darkness that settled over Wanda’s stare made a wetness pool between your thighs. You squeezed them together in an attempt of subtly.

It was like fooling a seer. They could read your body like an open book and you clenched your eyes shut but could still feel the grin that stretched across Natasha’s face in the crook of your neck. It would be so easy to give up control to them.

“Does anyone else have the key to your lab?” Wanda purred, her hand splayed on your chest in a startling grounding motion. Your eyes snapped open, hazy with lust.

You were breathless, stunned. “Just you.”

Wanda’s head tilted, her tongue darting out against her bottom lip. Chills pushed down your spine, Natasha’s hold tightening around your center. You were sure that you’d catch flame right there and wake up from this dream. But neither of them vanished when you blinked.

“Good. What’s your safe word, darling?”

Natasha’s grin was nothing short of wolfish. She squeezed both of your hips possessively, hauling you with a spy’s quickness onto the nearest counter. You nudged a white mug with a SHIELD logo on the front. It fell to the floor, shattered into a million different pieces.

 None of that seemed to matter.

[deathtek]

7/29/22

[short-wooloo]

"There's a million ways to make stuff look like its floating!"

"Name one!"

"Repulsorlift, tractor beam, magnets (shoutout to you Haja), mirrors, STRING!"

Captain Fern I love you

[gloomwitchwrites]

Can I request for the 1k event this : talking bath (naughty) with Thorin after a stressfull day

Hehe. You’re making my imagination run wild. I tried to lean toward the gender-neutral side on this one. And, because of the spiciness of the prompt, MDNI.

King Thorin Oakenshield x Reader

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Thorin loves a hot bath after a stressful day. Even without a partner, Thorin can enjoy himself. The hot water is a balm, soothing his muscles and erasing his worry. It’s truly the only time he has alone. His entire life is consumed with rebuilding Erebor and taking care of his people. This is his time to do something for himself.

Now, Thorin taking a hot bath after a stressful day with his partner? Even better. It’s the appetizer before the main meal. Thorin prefers taking his bath with you whenever he can. While he takes the majority of the burden in terms of royal duties, you take on a decent chunk yourself, and taking a hot bath together at the end of the day is the thing you both need to decompress.

It always starts innocent with Thorin reclining with your back pressed against his chest. Thorin likes this position because he can hold you and has easy access to your body. Not necessarily for naughty reasons but just because he needs the intimacy of closeness. His arms are always around you, and he likes being able to keep you close. You like it as well because you can just float in the water while Thorin’s natural strength and weight keep you grounded against his body.

You are not allowed to wash yourself. Thorin enjoys doing that himself. He loves lathering up the soap and rubbing every inch of your body down before he even thinks about working on himself. Sometimes he doesn’t allow you to wash him, but when he’s feeling particularly playful, he does. It’s not submission but more of an acceptance. Thorin knows that you like to do this for him, and if he’s feeling indulgent, he’ll allow it.

During the time that the two of you scrub each other down, things can easily grow more intimate. The touches lengthen, becoming caresses. It’s always innocent at first before fingers and hands linger in certain spots, stimulating until someone gets off. Nothing about it is particularly mind blowing. Again, this is the beginning for after the bath, because afterward there is plenty that happens. This is more for fun and relaxation.

It doesn’t always happen but when it does, Thorin makes sure that you have yours first. He is entirely thoughtful about it, but doesn’t cease until he’s certain you’ve had enough. Sometimes he won’t even take anything for himself until the two of you are out of the bath and in bed.

Thorin loves to have wine or ale during this time. He might hand feed you if the two of you are hungry.

Sometimes, when the two of you are out of the bath and dried off, Thorin can’t make it to the bed and has to have you right then and there.

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[chvoswxtch]

on the twelfth day of slutmas, court gave to me...

sensory deprivation & double penetration with matt murdock & frank castle

The blindfolds had been Matt’s idea. He wanted to deprive you and Frank of your sight, leveling the playing field, but also to enhance your other senses, to make everything feel more intense. And it definitely felt more intense.

If you focused, you’d be able to tell who was who. You’d be able to identify whose chest you were touching as your fingertips brushed over familiar scars you’d traced a hundred times before. You’d be able to tell who was panting in your ear. You’d know whose callused hands were grasping at your hips and thighs, and pawing at your breasts, digging their blunt nails into your skin to leave evidence of this moment behind.

You’d be able to decipher whose cock was nestled deep inside your cunt and whose was stretching out your ass.

But you couldn’t focus. The sensation of being so…full, was almost overwhelming. Right now you couldn’t tell whose lips were greedily devouring yours and whose were decorating your neck in marks. You didn’t know which one of them was fucking up into you and which one was fucking you from behind. Their moans and grunts couldn’t be deciphered with your own heartbeat pounding in your ears and your moans echoing around Matt’s bedroom. 

You didn’t know who was who and you didn’t care, because they were both yours.

Your fingers blindly searched for one of them, but they both found you. The three of you were so intertwined, it was hard to tell where one of you ended and the other began. You could faintly hear an exchange of a messy top lip kiss happening to your right, and you turned your head with a soft whine, wanting to be included, and then all three of your tongues were tangled together in a sensual embrace.

All you could focus on was the warm weight of being nestled between two firm bodies that belonged to the two men you loved more than anything in this world, the two men that would wage war on heaven and hell for you. The two pairs of strong hands that could end a life in seconds were caressing you in nothing but awe and adoration. The pleasure was so intense it nearly knocked the breath out of your lungs. You could barely even move to participate. Matt and Frank worked together in tandem to support your boneless body while fucking you senseless.

They both murmured sweet nothings into your ear, but it sounded miles away in your fuzzy brain, and muffled like your head was deep underwater.

Attagirl, just let us make ya feel good.

That’s it, being such a good girl taking us both like this.

Feel so fuckin’ good, sweetheart.

You gonna come for us, angel?

You could barely even speak. All you could offer was incoherent moans and whimpers. It felt like you were floating outside of your own body, shrouded in darkness, suspended in pleasure that you never wanted to end. This was where you wanted to be, always.

Safe and sound right here in between the two men this city feared the most.

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Some freaky ferns,

Whirlifern and Ferneurosis!

Believed to be the ancient ancestor of Hoppip and Sunkern. It floats around without a care, and its small, springy root will propel it back into the air should the breeze cease.

Being around this 'Mon too long causes those nearby it to experience vivid hallucinations and intense dizziness.