I finally mustered up some courage to request a drabble from you aha ;;
If I may, can I ask for some EoIvy, with top Ivy~? As for the Angst/Fluff prompt, I really tried to narrow it down but there was just too many really good ones, I couldn't pick: "I need you." "I got you." "You know, you can stay if you want to." "No. You listen to me." "It doesn't matter ." "It's just you and me." "You're not going anywhere." "Shh...You need to be quiet."
Now, you definitely don't need to do all of these!! Any one you choose will be awesome, but only if you want to. You don't have to feel obligated to write for me, boo <3 Love your writing, Zero, and here's wishing those January blues leave you alone /hug
Hey bb. Sorry for the wait, here you go. Love u, you can always request stuff from me it'd only make me happy ❤️
Here's what I picked:
#18 “I’ve got you.” + #40 “You know, you can stay if you want to.” + Eoivy
NSFW. Everything here is consensual, they're just creepy bastards who like to play their own games. Bottom Eobard, weird sex, plants are involved. Bit of fluff at the end.
He's not human, so it shouldn't be a surprise that her poisons don't affect him. He doesn't react to any of them, not in a way which is noticeable anyway, regardless if they're mostly benign or purely lethal. Which if anything makes things more interesting — she's used to being able to turn people mad with a whiff of her pollen, even metahumans, but with him she needs to be creative.
"I've got you" she says quiet and sweet, cupping his face with both hands while leaning down from the comfortable straddle of his belly. Most of the time she is happy to just watch, but he's a tough nut to crack and Ivy found that careful touches seem to be what works best. "You're doing so very good."
He replies with a soft groan, the muscles of his stretched arms tensing, but they stay trapped in the vines. Ivy wipes a forming bead of sweat from his temple.
She remains lying half on the leaves and half on top of him, carding fingers through the soft white tufts on his head, humming and tracing the scars on him while his breathing picks up and he starts twitching in the restraints, hips bucking up by themselves. When she presses a palm to his belly she finds it straining, and thinks she can almost make out the body of the vines twisting inside him.
Nonetheless he still doesn't manage to fully let go, she can tell by how his eyes keep going in and out of focus. She can be patient though, remaining where she is and leaving little kisses on his chest here and there, idly willing her vines to keep holding him down, spreading his legs more, twisting and coiling in the right spots as they pump in and out of him.
She climbs back on him once he starts making noises, fuzzy with pleasure and with his cheeks flushed, half hiding into his own raised arm. "You really made me work for it this time" Ivy sighs as she starts rubbing her own sex against his shaft, enjoying every bump and little knurl as tendrils are tightly wrapped around it too. "I've got you, little thing. You're going to come so hard for me."
She wills the small vines to gradually uncoil from the base of his shaft, clawing at his chest and moaning softly as the bigger ones swell up and their tips bloom, filling him up with fluids.
"Are you sure you don't want to?" Eobard is touching a finger to the line of her chin. She's such an interesting creature, considering the average. Her skin feels like peach fuzz, her hair like thick pollen fluff. She smells like a summer field in the sunlight, and like a damp winter woodland at the same time. "It doesn't feel, ah. Fair. That I'm always the one having the most of fun."
"You think you're having more fun than me because you don't touch me?" She tilts her pretty head at him. "It doesn't matter. I feel what they feel." One of those thick green tentacles sneaks around his neck almost casually, and a shiver goes down his spine at the pressure, probably because he's still soft after the intercourse.
He swallows and his throat tightens against the veiny trunk of the vine. He can phase out of the restraints at any time but he doesn't bother, it'd disturb the moment of peace and he's still enjoying it for now.
"I see." He runs his whole palm on the side of her face, reaching up to fix red hair behind her ear. She leans into the touch just a little, just enough for Eobard to notice, and just for a moment. But moments for him last however long he wants, and he smiles and presses a thumb to the soft deep green of her lips, so quick she could never see or feel it. "I don't mind either way."
"You can stay if you want to" she lies back down and props her arm on his chest, chin into her palm. "It took me a while to make you relax. And no one can bother us here."
Eobard keeps the vague smile and doesn't say anything. It's not like him to waste time, despite everything. He doesn't move though, deciding to indulge the little green witch, giving a small nod of approval when the vines tighten and resume slithering over him.
Game here! Prompt me by sending an ask with a ship and a number!
