#ivy!reader

18+ mdni.

birth of a garden. 🌱(demon!jax x IVY!READER)

he's on top of you, asking you to beg for it if you want it so bad. you're practically purring and whining. long green nails scratching at his back. 'please,' you beg. 'give it to me.' you're impossibly close. needing him all over.

he's smirking. 'alright.'

he's been torturing you for a while now, and you've been handling it so well. listening to everything he says. enjoying the little bit he's been offering. he growls, wrapping a hand around your throat, fucking you so hard the headboard is slamming against his wall. the pleasure has ivy dancing out your eyes. flowers pouring out from your legs that are wrapped around him. the entire room smells like honeysuckle and fresh apples. citrus and roses. as he strokes your clit, cock relentlessly pounding against the sweetest spot inside of you, the pleasure has you sinking. grabbing him closer. the fresh flowers and beautiful ivy birthing from your skin and wrapping his entire room in the most beautiful garden.

꒰ྀི১ ໒꒱ིྀ ❤︎.ᐟ books

masterlist

"my house of stone, your ivy grows and now I'm covered in you"

past lovers. 🌱 (loverboy!simon x ivy!reader)

you're growling, your possessive arm grabbing simon's. 'who is she?' you practically spit.

'i don't know, love! i don't know her!

'of course he knows me! he fucked me in my apartment!' the girl wails.

he's trying hard to remember. maybe he blocked it out of his head because he regretted it. maybe she's confusing him with someone else. he fucked her in her apartment? he's thinking....

he can count how many women he's been with on two hands, and sometimes he wishes the number was smaller. he's such a hopeless romantic, falling in love at first sight until they break him out of the spell. it's happened more than once. not with you, though. you're his botanical dream garden girl.

'oh! that was a while ago...' far before he met you.

'you never called! you promised you would call!' she goes on.

this conversation has gone on too long, and your green skin is expelling hissing ivy that's crawling up her legs and puncturing her bare skin with poisonous thorns. 'stay the fuck away from him, do you understand me?!'

he's biting back a bashful smile. never has he had someone this protective of him. you really want him all to yourself, and he's never been happier to call someone his.

proper baggage. 🌱 (SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY x IVY!READER)

he's on his knees, shoveling dirt into pots, picking up the ones that fell, trying to separate the vines and hissing ivy that are fighting with each other. while you were asleep, your plants began to play games, but without your help, they haven't been able to fix the mess they made, and he's afraid it will end in death.

simon, who was never a good sleeper, sadly pried your arm off from around his chest, and got up to frown at your plants. 'gonna wake her,' he warns sternly, but softly. they've truly got a mind of their own; they're like stubborn little tykes. but he loves you so much, and if this is your baggage, hell, he'll learn to deal with it.

sitting up from your bed in the center of the greenhouse, morning sunlight pooling down, you squint, smiling at the big man on your floor. 'what are you doing, si? come back to bed.' you're holding your hand out to the man you are falling so deeply in love with.

ivy hisses at him, and he points at it. 'don't you dare!'

it hisses softly, backing away, curling up against the wall. no one has ever been patient enough to stick around. no one has ever had the space to hold for you and what you come with. not until him. it makes your eyes well with tears. 'you got up to fix my plants?' you croak.

he's looking at you, nodding, shy. 'yeah, i'm sorry, love. they were fighting, and you were sleeping so peac-

you're wrapping your arms around him from behind, cheek nuzzled softly against the side of his face. 'i love you so much, simon,' you breathe, voice trembling.

revenge.🌱 (SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY x IVY!READER)

one minute he's in his home, and the next, thorned vines and leaves are wrapping around his body, piercing through his clothes, penetrating his skin, and dragging him recklessly to an unknown location, slamming his body against cars, people, walls, and buildings. 'bloody hell!'

he's trying to unwrap the vines, stems, and leaves from his torso, legs, and arms, but they're hissing poison at him, making him nauseous. their thorns growing stronger, making his hands bleed. 'fucking hell!'

down a pothole past toxic waters and over ginormous cockroaches and rats, he disappears through a portal and gets spit out into a stranger's greenhouse.

it's glass and beautiful with hushed hums and songs of vibrations emanating from the plants.

'thank you,' a woman's voice says. she's snapping her fingers, and the leaves are easing their torment, unwrapping from his body and going back to their pots.

'who the hell are you?!' he roars.

(inspired by poison ivy 🌱)

IVY!READER who is far from your average girl. with skin that turns green, and flowers that burst from her eyes, she's a walking botanical garden.

IVY!READER who lures and seduces. heals and destroys. all with the power of her plants. the way you treat her and those she loves determines the kind of toxic or non-toxic plants you arouse in her.

IVY!READER who lives in her very own greenhouse where her plants come to life and while she has the ability to control them, sometimes they have a mind of their own.

♡°𓏲⋆🌿. ⋆⸜ 🍵♡˚ revenge

♡°𓏲⋆🌿. ⋆⸜ 🍵♡˚ delicious torture

♡°𓏲⋆🌿. ⋆⸜ 🍵♡˚ birth of a garden

♡°𓏲⋆🌿. ⋆⸜ 🍵♡˚ past lovers