angry_murzilla

It is 1 in the A.M what am I d—

.ᐟ Won’t admit she’s jealous, but has a streak of getting over-zealous in a way that demonstrates just how jealous she can get

.ᐟ flirts with you in the most (passive) aggressive way that you can’t tell if she’s threatening or insulting you. (Don’t worry, she learns the more gentle later on the relationship)

.ᐟ lowkey adores it when you run your fingers through her hair and scratch over her scalp…

.ᐟ if you were very close to a near-death experience, she will rush up to you and pull you close, her nose buried into your hair and her lips brushing your hairline as you hear her sigh out heavily. She really through she lost you for a second there…

.ᐟ when Envy kidnaps you, oh ho… is this Horseman SEETHING MAD. You ain’t seen Fury this mad before as she confronts Envy at the Council chamber

.ᐟ she wears sweaters so well. But you didn’t hear that from me…

+ nsfw bonus +

Fury crumbs have been inhaled, thank you very much 🫡🦈❤️

She's got you on her thigh, hips moving back and forth in a grind that feels oh so insanely pleasurable.

What more is that it's not even the bareness of her skin. Oh no, it's the armour that has you hot and bothered, cheeks burning with a temperamental heat as her hands guide you; not that spurring you on is much needed.

She sees you're an eager little thing, gasping and moaning her name weakly in that pleading whine. Anymore and she might actually call you pathetic... teasingly.

But every drop of those praises is a sweetened taste of lover's honey, intimate and sensual in her own domineering way. Whilst you're falling apart just riding her thigh, she's sitting back like she's lounging on a throne, enjoying the view.

"Aren't you just the dearest thing... riding my leg like this, hm?" She raises a curled finger to raise your bowed chin to get a clearer view of the tears in your eyes. How your pupils are blown so wide that barely any colour remains in them. You ride her thigh faster, pushing more into the armour as you feel yourself pulse and throb in your pants. And dammit, you are soaked. Even through the layers, she can feel it.

She chuckles the sound of a deep, melodic purr. Very well her vocals could be on the verge of a growl...

Day 8: Prompt Potluck: I hope they all get the happiness they deserve and finally get to be together

And with that ends Darksiders week! I loved seeing and reading everyone’s submissions and I hope we can do this again!