#ivy <3

[rafesgoldrings]

okay trophy wife reader has cemented herself inside my head your stuff is just too good!! i was thinking that rafe would def have his card linked to the local fancy day spa/salon so she can go whenever she wants and absolutely sneaks in to see her topless getting a back massage. also reader def convinces him to get a couple's massage and rafe acts like he isn't into it

Getting carried away? Me? With trophy wife reader and Rafe? Who would have thought (Also thank you so much!)

He definitely does, and he also made sure to tell them to take extra good care of his girl when she went in. It was like a celebrity walked in when you arrived, they’d have flower petals leading to whatever services you were getting done, wine/champagne sitting out, your favorite music playing. Was it over the top? Yes. But you were Rafe Cameron’s wife and they weren’t taking any chances of not treating you right. There was one massage room that they made only yours so that way when you’d go and get your massage, Rafe would know exactly where you were (also because Rafe was a dirty dirty dog and they couldn’t have that happening just anywhere). On breaks, he’d sneak into the room and just stare at your bare back still glistening with scented body oil and feel his cock harden. You would hear his footsteps approaching, knowing it was Rafe because he always did this, before feeling his hands slowly drag down your back until he got to the towel that covered your ass. He’d slowly peel it off of you, inhaling sharply at the sight of your bare cunt that was glistening with your juices. Normally he’d be all for getting you ready for his cock, fingering you until you came and then eating you out until you did once more before fucking you. But on days when he didn’t have much time? His cock would be pulled out of his pants and pushed into your tight hole before you could even glance at him. Your little whimpers only encouraged him to go faster, the massage table shaking from every harsh thrust, until he filled you completely with his load. He would look in admiration at the mixture of your releases dripping out of you and onto the table before putting his cock away and cleaning you up, placing the towel back over you so that way you weren’t exposed before placing a small kiss between your shoulder blades. Once you managed to get your breathing under control and came down from your high, you’d tell him that you both had an appointment that weekend for a couples massage. He’d let out loud groan of annoyance, mumbling about how that was so ‘cliche and lame’ and how ‘he’s older and this big shot ceo who doesn’t do couple massages’ while walking out the door, having to go back to the office and finish out the day. But secretly, deep down inside, he loved it. Not only because he would get to see you strip down in a candlelit room, not because he’d get to see you covered in oil (that he would inevitably take control over and give you his own kind of massage once the actual massage was over), but because you’d also thought of him and wanted to pamper him. It turns out, Rafe actually loves massages. He would end up falling asleep halfway through, soft snores filling the room, and you couldn’t help but to take a video. From there? You’d managed to convince him to get one with you every weekend, and he agreed without hesitation.

#rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron smut #asks #trophy wife! reader x rafe #ivy <3 #rafe cameron imagine

[mechanismslorearchive]

Last night I dreamt I came across a cache of canon information about Ivy. All I remember is that there were a bunch of photos and canon drawings of her kissing Raphaella, and that according to this source, she was actually usamerican

#mod miralines #vaguely related #mostly I was like !!!!!IVY!!!!! #but in the dream I did post here like IVY LORE #ivy <3

[schoopsahoy]

omfg babe this with steve

[ TRAPPED ]  one muse ends up staying the night with the other due to a storm. 

it’s just so soft n sweet ugh <3

thank u for this bc u are right it IS so soft and sweet and steve <3 summary: steve harrington x female!reader {2k} just fluff, two shy idiots in love, first kiss

“It’s really comin’ down out there.” 

Your hands are pressing into the windowsill, cold wood only made colder by the slurry of snow that’s falling outside. The storm had been forecasted for a few days now, warnings of heavy snowfall and freezing temperatures lurking in the air but never quite coming. Until tonight, when you’re tucked away in Steve’s house for a movie night that neither of you are quite brave enough to call a date. That’s definitely what it is, though. 

“Yeah? How bad?” Steve’s still sitting on his couch, eyes trained on you as you stare at the snow for a couple of moments more before turning to him.

“Like, snowed in bad. Or, only go out if you got a death wish bad.” You tug the sleeves of your sweater down over your hands, fingers barely visible beneath the fabric, the cold seeming to seep through the window and into your bones despite the fact that Steve’s got the fire burning hotter than a summer's day. 

Steve nods, mouth open a little because the words are on the tip of his tongue. The offer for you to stay the night seems to choke up in his throat, because he’s not even had the courage to kiss you yet let alone ask you to spend the night in his house. But it’s not like that, it’d be dangerous to drive before the roads get gritted and he’s got enough guest bedrooms that you could try them three times over before having to settle on his room. Still, you’ve both been tip-toeing around your feelings for so long that any step closer together feels like a leap, a jump across a quarry that you’re only 99% sure you’ll make. That 1% stops you in your tracks every time. 

“I, um-” You cross your arms over your chest, tucking into yourself as you swallow your words before trying again. “Can I stay? Tonight? I don’t think I can drive in that.” You twist your whole body to look towards the window before turning back to Steve, the glow of the fire lighting him up all golden and pretty and making your request feel even more daunting. 

Steve nods, blinking at you a couple of times before he realizes he needs to say something, anything. The silence hanging in the air is heavy, and he coughs to clear his throat before speaking. “Yeah, yeah, of course you can.” He shuffles in his seat, leaning forward a little now. “I want you to.” He pauses, his confidence fleeting as quickly as it arrived. “To be safe, y’know.” 

“I know, thanks Steve.” Your voice is soft, always sweet and barely above a whisper as you try to hide the flush that’s rushing to your cheeks. You feel like you’re in high school again, some juvenile crush leaving you tongue tied and smitten, an innocent sweetness that seems so fragile that if you move too fast or speak too loud it’ll shatter around you. 

“Y’wanna finish watching the movie?” Pretty in Pink had been sitting on pause since you realized the snowstorm was well and truly underway, the frame frozen in place waiting for you to peel yourself away from the windowpane. Steve had rented it out from work for you, he could care less about watching it but you’ve been waiting for it to be back in store for weeks and the look on your face when he’d held it out to you tonight was more than worth it. He’s spent most of the film gazing at you, anyway. 

“Yeah, sorry, got a bit hypnotized by the snow there.” You laugh, a little embarrassed at how long you’ve been staring at the blanket of white that’s covering the street outside. The way Steve extends his arm for you to tuck yourself under takes over your mind and quickly forces that embarrassment out of your head. 

“S’alright, could look at it all night if you wanted to.” Your head is resting on his shoulder, his head leaning on yours so you can feel the vibrations of his words and you know he means them. Know he’d let you do whatever you wanted to, just happy to be in your company. 

“Probably send me a little loopy after a while.” Your words can barely be heard over the movie, whispered out because your heart is always beating a little too hard when you’re this close to Steve and if you speak any louder you’re certain your voice will crack or squeak and give you away. 

Steve chuckles, his arm that’s slung over your shoulder pulling you closer into his side and all you can think is he’s absolutely going to feel how wild your heart is going, some crazy rhythm that’s pounding against your chest. “Maybe best not to, then.”

“Mhm, maybe.” You try to keep your eyes focused on the TV, bright colors filling the dimly lit room and casting onto the walls around but your mind is racing with how soft Steve’s hair feels where it’s brushing against your forehead, and how all you can smell is his cologne mixing in with his laundry detergent on his jumper and how it’s all familiar, some heady woodsy scent with a soft synthetic floral underneath that smells a little too much like home. 

It makes you a little dizzy, each inhale making you want to sink deeper into his side, melt into his warmth and stay there as long as he’ll let you. 

The credits roll across the screen, the film somewhat a blur to the pair of you because you’re both silently caught up in the other. Both overly aware of the fact that now the movies over you’ll have to move, have to untangle from each other and try and navigate the conversation of where you’ll sleep and what you’ll wear and the thought of it all is so daunting that it has you contemplating walking home in the snow and accepting the risk of frostbite to avoid it. 

Steve’s the first to move, sitting up a little straighter but still careful to not move you too much. He likes the feeling of your head on his shoulder, a comfortable weight that he misses as soon as you lift it away. 

“C’mon, I’ll get you some pajamas and then we can, um, you can choose your room.” He’s quick to correct himself, eyes all soft on you as you nod and let him lead you upstairs. 

You linger close to the doorway as Steve roots through his drawers, an old Hawkin’s high shirt and some sweat shorts passed over to you with a smile. He thinks if his friends could see him right now, all smitten and shy and unsure of his words, they’d tell him to get it together. Definitely call him a loser, or a dingus, or some other insult that he’d take on the chin because they’d get it if they were in his shoes. 

You get changed in the bathroom, drawstring on the shorts pulled tight so they fit you, the length of them still looking a little silly on you but then the t-shirt ends up covering them mostly anyway. You fold your clothes up neatly, cradling them in your arms as you step out after one last look at yourself. You think you look ridiculous, Steve feels like he’s been punched in the chest when he sees you in his clothes - in a good way. 

“They alright?” Steve asks, eyes looking up and down at your frame that’s swamped by his clothes. 

“Yeah, they’re great, think I look real fashionable.” There’s a little teasing in your voice, still too soft for it to really hit the way it would from anyone else. 

“You do.” Steve nods. “You wanna see the guest rooms? There’s a few of ‘em, not to sound like a dickhead or anythin’, there just is. I can show you-”

You have to cut off his rambling, waiting for him to take a breath taking too long and you don’t want to wait. “Steve.”

“Hm? Yeah?”

“Can I stay with you?” You hold your clothes a little tighter to your chest, as if they were a barrier against the fear of rejection, the ache that would hit your chest if he were to deny you. 

Steve wants to pinch himself to make sure he’s not imagining your words, though he doesn’t. He tries to keep his cool. “Yeah, yeah. I’d like that.” 

You tuck your clothes into a corner of the room, out of the way, conscious not to make a mess of a space that’s not your own. Where you’re a guest. 

It’s all slow and hazy, soft movements as you follow Steve into his bed. His duvet held up so you can climb underneath it, set down gently as you both shuffle to try and get comfortable. Fingers brushing thighs and arms, barely there accidental touches that leave fires burning in their wake. The moonlight filters through the curtains, a muted glow that illuminates you both in a cold light - a contrast against the warmth in both your eyes with each glance at the other. 

Steve lets you slot yourself into his side, tucked into him with an arm across his chest whilst his arm is laid beneath your neck. The room is still, quiet save for the steady intake of breaths that are taken in sync. You can feel his gaze on you, eyes quickly darting away each time you shuffle like he’s scared to get caught admiring you. 

He’s not scared, he doesn’t think. Because he’s fought interdimensional monsters and stood up to Russian soldiers and that warrants being scared, not having the girl he so desperately likes next to him in his bed. The girl who sets an ache in his chest each time he sees her, has him flustered and overthinking and jumbling his words - no, that’s not fear. It’s something else entirely, something deeper and warmer hidden under the guise of anxiety. 

“Steve?” You whisper his name against his chest, not moving and Steve’s half convinced he’s imagined it. 

“Yeah?” He’s whispering back, voices hushed like you’re sharing secrets. Maybe you are. 

“Can I ask you something?” You tilt your head, pulling away from his chest a little so you can look at him in the pale moonlight. 

“Course, anything you want.” He means it. 

You let out a sigh, a deep exhale to try and rid yourself of the nerves and tension that’s currently building in your chest. “D’you-” you pause, another small exhale from your nose before you try again. “D’you wanna kiss me?” 

His eyes scan over your face, your eyes all wide and lips pressed tight together as you wait for an answer. He feels like his chest might explode from how his heart is rattling about inside of it. “Yeah, I do.” He covers his honesty with a little laugh, the lingering fear of rejection looming over him even though you’re the one asking him. “D’you want me to? Kiss you?”

You look like you’re deep in thought as you process his words, a small nod in response that could easily be missed.  “Yeah, I do.” 

Steve tries to fight off the way he wants to grin, all wide and boyish because of the way you’re looking at him and the fact you want him to kiss you. He really hopes he’s not dreaming. “Can I?” 

Your faces are already close, bodies pressed together in his bed to try and keep warm. The comfort of one another is enough to have you forgetting about the slurry outside. You nod again in response, a bigger one this time. One that says you’re certain, no doubt about it. 

His lips are soft when they meet yours, cautious and featherlight as he tests the waters. But you’re quick to respond, chin tilted up and to the side so you can properly kiss him. Still gentle, a steady push and pull that’s all too sweet and has your stomach fluttering like it’s your first. 

You don’t realize you’ve been holding your breath until you part, only a couple of inches between you as you both try to catch your breath. Sweet smiles on your lips, subconscious and honest, hearts on your sleeves and in your eyes. You don’t really need to say anything, some silent understanding of each other and how you feel transferred in the dark of Steve’s room. 

You think this might be the only time you’re grateful for a snow storm. 

#steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fic #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington hc #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington x fem #ivy <3

[linos-kitten]

Okok I have a request for something!

Make out with me °3°

omg YES PLEASE

#linos-kitten #millie's asks #ivy <3

[deadcaptainn]

Ivy Alexandria <3

#the mechanisms #the mechs #ivy alexandria #ivy <3 #i love her

[ninacarstairss]

BESTIE I JUST FINISHED WATCHING HEARTSTOPPER SEASON 2 AND I JUST I HAD TO COME YELL ABOUT IT IN YOUR INBOX BECAUSE SGSJAGAHAGQHAVAKQBAVHAHSVQHSHWHQHABJQJABSPQHSVPQBWVW I'M SURE YOU UNDERSTAND

OH MY GOD BESTIE OWNKWNWKWNEJENKWNEKENKENWND ENNENEE KENSNS I DO I DO UNDERSTAND 😭😭😭😭😭 I AM SO HAPPY AND IN PAIN BUT SO HAPPY WKNSKSNSKNSKA I KEEP REWATCHING EVERY EPISODE AND I CANT STOP BECAUSE ITS ALL SO SOFT AND QUEER

we really won with this season. alice is amazing

#ivy <3 #heartstopper #heartstopper spoilers #asks answered

[myosotisa]

kiss kiss i hope ur day was good <3

— @inkluvs (ivy)

it was not too bad, lovely!! i am projecting so hard onto characters right now so writing part 2 is currently easy as pie. i hope you had a good day too!!!! 💜

#asks and replies #ivy <3 #so fuckin sweet

[leonsliga]

bri!! you have some of the best gifs on this whole site 🥹 so in love with your work honestly and for helping fuel our collective insanity for mats 💛

Ivy!! I’m actually crying; this might be the highest praise I’ve ever received 🥹 seriously, you made my day!! Thank you so much babe!!! I love your blog sm and you seem like such a kind person!! And hey, it’s a tough job spreading the gospel of Mats to the world, but I think you and I do a pretty good job 💜

#ivy <3 #here’s to continuing to fuel each other’s mats hummels-related insanity 🥂 #my asks #fav tag

[pockcock]

Hiii,

I saw this ask elsewhere and now I'm sending it around.

One Night Stand/Best Friend/Spouse

for Santiago, Jake, Miguel

oH MY GOD IVY YOU'RE MAKING IT SO NOT EASY FOR ME!!!!

Santiago Garcia is definitely going to be an ONS. We meet at a local bar and he treats me with a good whiskey neat <3 and then we talk about our music taste and guess what! He also likes Metallica, and he is fascinated that I play the bass (dreaming is for free people!). Two more drinks later we're at my house and, oh boy, is he eating the fuck out of me.

Jake Lockley is my bestie for sure. He knows how to have fun, how to protect and most importantly, I believe he knows how to read people. I'm thinking of dating someone? He tells me if he's good or not. I can definitely rely on him. Ah, uh, I try not to think much about his 'nightly activities'.

Miguel... my man. Look, he's the man I can fix with my pretty Turkish pussy, okay? He has traumas? I'm on it baby. I'd do anything for this man. I support his rights and I support his wrongs. I just want him to come to my arms every night, hold me, caress my hair and kiss my crown. I also want him to fuck me like he hates me.

#santiago garcia #jake lockley #miguel o'hara #sun.inbox #ivy <3 #yeah i also wanna marry benny but that's for another day hehe #and we all know that it's jake with the bandaid on his nose #i love him

[rafesgoldrings]

rafe threatening to punish topper for stopping rafe's fun?? do we think that's happened in the past, either topper or kelce going too far having fun with reader and rafe stepping in bc if so im very curious...

When you say going too far having fun with reader do you mean as in going too far and Rafe getting jealous or going too far in a bad way and Rafe having to stop it because both have happened in the little poly kook universe i’ve created👀 and the jealousy version is fucking hot

#asks <3 #ivy <3

[loverliner]

babe idk if i already sent you this so i’m sorry if j did

“lover” (moots only) i’ll write you a love letter (inspired by my lovely moots; cleo & sara)

dear ivy <3

I'm an only child, my parents are busy so much of the time which means i've learnt to keep myself company; i know, i know, this letter isn't about me but i wanted to start by letting you know that every time i get a message from you i feel like i have an "older sister" that i can talk to.

you're the most approachable person and i'm glad i got to talk to you, you radiate the warmth of autumn and the comfort of drinking a cup of hot chocolate on the roof.

i love you to the moon and to saturn,

sabrina

#ivy <3 #hope this wasn't horrible #ily #sabrina's vinyl store <3

[linos-kitten]

♡ ☆ Send this to 8 people you think are amazing and deserve only the best!! ☆ ♡

EEHEEUEHIEHUII TYSMM WIFEYYY

#linos-kitten #millie's asks #ivy <3

[forevermorelovelorn]

pretty blog n a pretty girl <3

— ivy

kissing you rn <3

#asks <3 #ivy <3

[ninacarstairss]

HEHEHEHEHEHE HEARTSTOPPER AUGUST 3RD HANDS UP WHO HAS CEASED TO BE A HUMAN BEING AND HAS EVOLVED TO BECOME A LITTLE BALL OF GAY EXCITEMENT ✋✋✋✋✋✋✋✋

✋✋✋✋✋✋✋✋✋ I AM A LITTLE BALL OF GAY EXCITEMENT AND I WILL BE A LITTLE CRYING BALL OF GAY EXCITEMENT TIL AUGUST THIRD SKNSKENSKSNE

#I CANNOT WAIT #I AM SO EXCITED #heartstopper #ivy <3

[sweet-villain]

i haven’t finished it yet snfndn <3

Baby I love you so so so so much <3

You’re an amazing human being and deserve so much love

#jewls answers #ivy <3

[leonsliga]

Your tags on this!!! utter perfection 💛

I try my best 🤷‍♀️😎 ilysm Ivy!! <3

#ivy <3 #my asks