🐌 - “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!” w finnick if that’s ok <3 thank u advance babe <3
— @inkluvs / ivy
𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝟏𝐤 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 // of course, anything for u ivy mwah
11: “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”
It was rare for snow to fall in District 4, the warm climate rarely allowing for such a thing. However, it was a particularly cold winter, and there was just enough snow on the ground the stick, leaving you and Finnick delighted, pulling on your warmest clothes and giggling as you ran out into the snow.
"Slow down!" you call as he sprints in front of you. You laugh, watching him turn his face to the sky, sticking his tongue out to catch snowflakes on his tongue. He's practically glowing with excitement, so happy. It warms your heart.
You're so distracted by your overwhelming love for him, it takes you a moment to notice his mischevious intentions as he bends down, scooping up some snow into his hands.
"Finnick, what are you doing?" you ask, taking a step back.
"Nothing!" he replies, not-so-innocently.
"Don't you dare throw that snowba—goddammit!" you cry out as the snow hits your chest, grinning. "Okay, Odair, it's on!"
You two are both laughing as you scoop up handfuls of snow and chuck them at each other, making some hits and missing others. You land a particularly good hit on Finnick's head, and he dramatically falls back.
"I've been hit! I'm down!" he calls dramatically.
You roll your eyes and go over to him, sitting on his waist and grinning down at him. "You ready to surrender?"
He grins right back, and easily grabs you and swaps your positions, pinning you down in the snow, the cold wetness pressing into your clothes and making you shriek.
"Never!" he says, before leaning down to kiss you.
♫ snow on the beach - taylor swift ft. lana del rey ♫
tags: what the request says lol, thigh grinding, steve being a reassuring sweetheart, some body worship
Steve's kisses leave tingles wherever they meet your skin, soft grunts and words of appreciation being elicited from him whenever they part from your neck.
You were supposed to go out, but you'd been feeling so icky about yourself. The dress you were so excited to wear suddenly didn't look all that nice on you anymore, your hair wasn't cooperating, your makeup didn't look right. Everything was just... Off. So much so that you told Steve you didn't even want to go anymore.
He knew that wasn't true. You'd been raving about this party for days now, and he wasn't going to let your insecurities stop you from going. So, he did what he does best; worship you until you feel better.
You're sprawled out onto the bed, dress pulled down your chest and shuffled up your thighs to give him better access to your skin. He's hunched over you, leaving little love bites all over your neck, shoulders and collarbones.
"So pretty, you're so fuckin' pretty baby... 'M never gonna let you talk about yourself like that." He hates when you talk down on yourself, even though he knows you can't help it.
"Steeeeve..." His name comes out in a long whine, thighs squirming as his frame keeps them spread for him, the fabric of his jeans creating the perfect bit of friction for you to get off on.
"I mean it doll, I won't stop until all you can think about is how much I appreciate you..." He comes up to press a soft kiss to your lips. It's gentle, but assertive. He'll make you love yourself, even if it takes him getting you all stupid on his fingers and tongue, he wants those bad thoughts out.
"And you look so pretty in this dress too, fuck... S'a shame I was bound to take it off you sooner or later, hm?" His fingers trail over the lace on the edge of your bra. "Want me to take this off? Give these pretty tits some lovin' too?"
"Please..." You manage to get out, his thigh between your legs almost being enough to send you over the edge entirely. Steve had this way of consuming all your senses when he was with you like this. Even if you tried, you couldn't possibly think of anything else but your boyfriend.
He obliges, big hands sneaking behind your back, unclasping the last piece of cloth coming between your chest and his eager lips. It slides off your body so easily, discarded onto the wooden floor next to your shared bed.
"God..." He takes a moment to take in the sight of you, hand coming up to cup one of your breasts. "You're somethin' else, doll... You're somethin' special." He leans in, pressing a kiss between the valley of your tits, looking up at you with a loving gaze.
You feel a shiver go through your entire body at the sight of him like this. You know he loved looking at you when making you feel good. And you loved seeing him just as much.
He opens his mouth, tongue dragging from the underside of one of your tits, up to your nipple, giving it a kitten lick or two before closing his mouth around your nipple.
Your back arches off the mattress, hand gripping the pillow behind your neck, a soft whimper leaving your lips that only spurs him on further.
"Hm? You like that honey?" He asks, as if he can't tell.
"Yeah, keep... Keep doing that." You shift your hips, continuing to grind over his thigh. He nudges it further into you, making you gasp and clench over him.
"As you wish." He grins, going down to give the same attention to your other nipple.
Yeah, you've long forgotten about that party. Now you have better plans.
Oh my god… Well, this took on a mind of its own… I’ll have to release my other full length fic w/ this kink someday! I hope you enjoy it!? Tysm for the ask! And these are just some headcanons of what I think. Idk if Steve would be as into it as Eddie, but I think he’d be down for it in the long run, especially if his partner is! And there’s something so much more wild about this kink with Stevie boy!
I’m so going to hell… 🙊
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Warnings: Language, smut, vaginal fingering, references to masturbation, oral & vaginal sex, piss kink/watersports, and overall NSFW content!
The first time that it happened, it was an accident. Steve was fucking into you at a relentless pace with his fingers, curling into that spot. Having been unable to wait to have you, and you thinking you’d be able to get home and pee, then shower, before seeing him later in the evening — to say you had been shocked when he showed up to give you a ride instead of your coworker, that was an understatement. You couldn’t deny him, as you wanted him just as bad. However, you were clenching and holding vice onto muscles in your pelvic floor and thighs, berating yourself for not going before you left the building. And there in an abandoned parking lot, with your boyfriend’s insanely thick fingers inside of you — you were about to have a big problem.
“Steve…”
“Mhm, honey. So wet and warm for me. Waited all day for you, for this. Never can believe it’s real —“
“Steve, stop,” you’d warned him.
That throaty laugh occurred, but he then looked at you in concern. Your eyes were still glazed over, your legs wide open. But something was off. He makes the mistake of moving one finger against your sopping walls, meaning to pull his digits out, and it was happening.
“Please, I —“ Is all you got out before the first spray of yellow liquid is coating his hand and the leather of the seat below, even splashing onto your panties and jeans around your ankles, pooling onto the floor board.
With the fabric of your clothing in the way, you couldn’t close your legs fast enough, so you attempted to bear down and hold the rest, eyes glistening with tears, throat damp with embarrassment. It’s silent, the lights glittering from the street lamps and reflecting the crystal of his car’s windshield. And… part of the mess you had made. You didn’t waste a second, trying to reach for your clothing in hasty retreat.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to, I tried to stop it. I’m fucking disgusting, I know. Just take me home now, or I’ll walk —“
“Honey. Can you calm down for me for a minute? A second, maybe?” The raspy break in his voice had you looking through your panicked babble, directly at him.
You weren’t prepared to see him with a palm over his swollen denim bulge. He was hard before, yeah, but seeing you let go like that, it was so… raw. He was aching tremendously against his zipper, finger hovering above his belt buckle. Wait, was he… He was into this?
“You’re not mad?” You swallowed harshly, watching in slow motion as his hand moved to cup your damp cunt, not oblivious to the mixture of piss and cream that had dripped out of you.
He shakes those beautiful tresses. “You didn’t finish, did you?”
“I didn’t come, no, but that’s okay —“
“Baby. S’ not what I mean.” His jugular bobbled along a harsh intake of air, then he questioned you. “You still have to pee, right?”
“Well… Yeah, but I can hold the rest —“ The burning inside your body was scorching you. Unprepared is a comedic term for your reaction to his next wonder, your jaw nearly unhinging with a snap.
“Finish for me. Can you do that? While I touch you some more?”
Your eyes had widened and he almost backed out, but didn’t. He trusted you, both of you mostly in synch on things, especially in the bedroom. You were into this too, if any indication by your expelled pant and thighs trapping his wrist.
“But your car —“
“Can be cleaned, baby.”
And that was how it started, more or less. His hand fisting his fat cock as he fingered you to orgasm, all the while you pissed down his wrist and soaked the car his daddy bought for him when he was King Steve, and you were in different circles.
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- King Steve would’ve been into it too, let’s be honest. Marking you, claiming you, humiliating you. He’d have you begging him to piss on or in you — your cunt, ass, and mouth. He owns you.
- When Steve became softer, he was so much more open about liking it, about how it turns both of you on.
- He would piss on you in public settings, have you pee on him, followed by orgasms that left you both breathless after.
- If you acted like a brat, you knew the special punishment he was concocting, what it would contain.
- He loves to make you hold it and watch how he can test your limits before your burst. Your cute shame makes his balls drawl up.
- Isn’t afraid to lick you clean. If he’s feeling bold, if you’re both comfortable — he’ll let it come directly from the source. (This man bit into the flesh and blood of an underworld creature, so who cares about a little piss from the partner he simps over?)
- Asked you to soak his parents staircase and bed before.
- Asks if he can watch you go.
- Gets this look in his eyes when he wants it. “Brought some stuff.” And it’s a towel and wet wipes. That’s the tell-tale sign.
- You peed on his chest and soaked the chest hair and he came untouched one time… Then asked him to piss on your tits.
- Your favorite thing is holding yourself open as he relieves himself on your clit and wet cunt. He uses it to rub you to your climax after.
- Another thing you both favor, is when he pisses inside of you (his personal favorite), as he’s fucking you, and when you go as he fingers you or touches you.
- Likes to come in and pee through your legs while you’re using the restroom. One time, he even had you straddle him as you both went. It was messy, but you tried, and you loved it.
- Jerks himself off beneath the spray of you. You touch yourself as he uses you too.
• I’m sure I have more, but my brain is on nasty overload rn. I’m hiding in shame now 😭
i felt like doing an event and liz encouraged me + i adoreee this aesthetic sooo yeah (plus i found blueberry dividers that are so fucking adorable omg)
rules — one req per ask pls ! feel free to send as many as you want though <3 be kinddd and patient i have work + family stuff. also refer to my request rules and characters before sending any writing stuff in <3 this'll run till the end of july i think, okay that’s it have fun xoxo
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harmo !! what r ur fav fairytale(s) atm ? i feel like u have the best taste <3
— ivy
oooooh! what a lovely question. omgs.
okay, listen— disney fairytales? rapunzel and aurora rn.
but grimm’s? more original ones? here’s a lil list:
♡ the twelve brothers
♡ rapunzel
♡ hansel and gretel
♡ the seven ravens
these are all in my grimm brothers’ complete tales book, highly recommend it. it’s a beautiful book, very organized, and has over 200 tales. lmk if you read any *wink*
hiii in honor of hitting 200 on my new blog + the fact that i’m finally done w academia (until september) i offer you guys this celebration thingie <3 send in as many as you'd like <3 if anything has ++ in front of it, it is an add on !! you do not have to send events in with an add on but feel free to . reuploads for blurbs / fics will still be posted every mon / wed / fri !!
edit: shit i forgot to say that this has no set end date !! it’ll probably go on for a week or so <3
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・❥・ hot chocolate — moodboards (aesthetics, colors, etc.) !!
++ marshmallows — (4 moots) send me this and i’ll make you a moodboard based on how i see you
++ cinnamon stick — send me an au + a character and i’ll make a moodboard
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++ creamer — send me a character + a situation and i’ll make you a playlist
・❥・croissant — games !! (cym, would u rather, this or that)
