#c: eve

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

I Think I Saw You

Ship: Eve Fletcher x Reader

Summary: You walk in on Eve doing something you that even in your wildest fantasies you'd never pictured her doing.

Word Count: 2.5k

Disclaimer: 18+ ONLY minors dni

Warnings: smut, spanking, fingering, fluff

“Eve?” You call out, knocking in her front door as you twist the knob, opening it. “Are you home?”

You don't hear anything, and shrug, walking in before shutting the door behind you.

You've always had a long standing invitation to make the Fletcher home your home, ever since Eve had spotted you walking home in the pouring rain when you had been in middle school and had offered to drive you home.

You had seen the Fletchers around, and had even gotten asked to babysit for them once before your father had screamed at you for considering it.

The Fletcher house had become your escape from your own oppressive household, and by the time you had hit senior year, you considered Eve to be a good friend, despite the age gap.

You also at that point had developed a budding crush on her, one you had desperately did everything to hide that you had it.

Now that you're older, and already working on your masters, the age gap seems less huge, and you no longer felt any awkwardness with the way you interacted with the older woman, despite the fact you still feel little butterflies whenever you're around her.

The closer you get to the kitchen, the more your ears are able to pick up on the sound of something playing on a device, and you let out a breath of air, relieved Eve is home.

You want to talk to her about possibly helping wi-

You stop dead in your tracks.

Eve is laid across a kitchen table chair, her ass bare as she has her pants and underwear pulled down to around her knees, and from your angle, you can clearly see she's watching porn.

Her hand comes down onto her backside, mimicking what she's watching, and grunts at the impact.

You can't see her face, but you don't have to.

You have view enough.

You've fantasized about your pretty milf friend more than once, but you've never expected to ever witness something like this.

“E-Eve?” You splutter out.

Immediately the laptop slams shut and the older woman nearly topples off of the chair as she twists to look at you.

“Oh my god!”

Her whole face is flushed, and her pupils are blown wide.

“I-” You don't know where to start. “What… What are you doing?”

Eve seems just as caught off guard as you are, and her mouth opens and closes.

“Were- were you just-”

You cut yourself off, unable to bring yourself to utter the word “spank”.

The silence is deafening, and you're both frozen in shock.

Your eyes flick from Eve’s face to her exposed ass, which has ever so slightly pinked, telling you Eve had been doing… Whatever this was for a while before you had walked in.

“You-” You swallow hard, nervous. “You do realize you're not going to get the- the feeling you're after on your own right?”

Eve flushes a deeper shade of red and avoids your eyes.

Your heartbeat is finally starting to even back out, and you're made aware of a steady, pulsing need between your legs.

“Eve.”

Your voice is firmer now.

Something tells you that she has the presence of mind to either kick you out or cover herself up, and that indicates…

Well.

“Is this your first time… Exploring?”

She finally meets your eyes, and she ever so slightly nods, seemingly at a loss for words.

You feel a rush of confidence.

Here's a chance to act on all the fantasies you've ever had about the beautiful woman before you.

“Would you like some help with that?”

Your voice comes out low, sultry, and Eve's breath hitches.

You smirk, and put an extra sway into your hips as you walk over to where she's laying across the chairs.

“Why don't you get up and strip for me, baby? I promise I can make you feel so good.”

Eve's face grows impossibly redder.

“I-I don't- we're not- you're-”

Your laughter at her struggling for words makes her stop trying to talk.

“You’re adorable.”

Eve blinks.

“Do you know how often I've thought about you like this, a hand between my thighs?” You husk out, maintaining eye contact with the older woman.

“You were my gay awakening, Eve. It was like I got run over by a truck one day when I realized how badly I wanted you to kiss me.”

Eve honest to god whimpers.

“Come on… I can see you want to. I bet it's been too long since you've felt someone else like this.”

Eve bites her lip, and after a few moments of consideration, she wobbly stands, pulling off her sweats and underwear in one motion, before shucking her shirt off.

You resist groaning at the sight of her body being bared before you, but it's a close thing.

Never in your wildest imaginings did you even come close to picturing exactly how beautiful she is.

When her bra drops to the floor, you turn the chair around, sitting down in clear invitation.

“Lay over my lap, alright?”

Eve looks extremely nervous, and you smile gently at her.

“I promise sweet thing, I know exactly what you're trying to feel, and I can give that to you, if you let me.”

You aren't sure what it was, but at your words she crosses the room towards you, and stiffly settles herself across your lap.

“Good girl.” You whisper, and you can feel her shiver beneath you, your fingers gently dancing up and down her spine, and some of her stiffness disappears.

“If you need us to stop, just say so, okay?”

“Okay.”

You've never heard Eve sound so small, so vulnerable, and it sends a thrill through you, making you suddenly dizzy with the realization that you have Eve Fletcher bent over your lap, waiting for you to spank her.

“Do you think you'll be able to count for me?” You ask in a low tone, your fingers trailing dangerously close to running over her backside.

Her breath hitches again, before she lets out a low moan.

“Is that a yes?”

It's like her ability to speak has evaporated, and she whines instead of giving you a proper answer, and you can feel yourself growing wetter.

“Awww…” You coo. “Has your brain gone all fuzzy just from being laid over my lap? How sweet.”

“Please!”

The word tumbles from Eve’s mouth, and you can't help but give in.

“Alright, sweet girl. On three, I'll spank you.”

You lift your hand in preparation.

“One… Two… Three.”

The sound of flesh hitting flesh resounds through the room, as does the pornographic moan that comes from Eve, and she involuntarily bucks her hips.

“Liked that, did you? Dirty girl.” You laugh as Eve moans again at your words, and you slap her ass a second time, causing her to squirm.

Your free hand wraps around her middle, keeping her still.

“How many more times should you be spanked, hm? How often have you daydreamed about being turned over someone's lap like a naughty little slut?”

When Eve doesn't answer, she cries out with pleasure as you smack her again.

“Answer me.” You demand.

“I- I don't know!” She gasps out.

“Hm…” You pretend to ponder. “You don't know… Would it be safe to presume that you've fantasized about this at least… Oh, I don't know, twenty times?”

After a moment of silence, you reach over with the hand that's not wrapped around her middle and tangle it through her hair, forcing her head backwards so you can see how red she's turned.

“When I ask you a question, I expect an answer. Do I make myself clear?”

You can feel how she tries to nod her head, but all she gets for her trouble is you gripping her hair tighter.

“Do I make myself clear?” You repeat, your tone hard.

“Y-yes! You're clear!” Eve forces out.

“Good.” Your voice has turned husky. “Now answer me. Have you fantasized about being spanked like this at least twenty times before?”

Eve whimpers. “Yes.”

“Then that's how many times I'll be spanking you. And I want you to count. Otherwise, I might lose my place and have to start all over again.”

Eve is silent, but you hadn't asked a question, and so you let it slide.

“Count.” You reiterate, before you detangle your fingers from her hair.

Eve moans when you spank her.

“O-one.” She breathlessly gets out.

“Good girl.” You murmur, before continuing.

“Two.” She moans.

With each spank, Eve makes another pretty noise, and she dutifully counts.

It makes you throb with want, especially because you can feel how wet she is. She's dripping onto your jeans, and you're sure when she gets up there'll be a nice sized wet patch.

“S-s-sixteen.” She stutters through her whine, her whole body wiggling as she desperately tries to find some friction.

“You're doing so well, beautiful girl.” You praise, and she whimpers in response.

Your head is practically spinning from the rush you're getting off of this, and you bite your lip as you groan.

You bring your hand down in a firm smack, and Eve gasps out.

“Oh, fuck!”

You gently rub your hand over her ass, humming.

“What number?” You prompt.

“Seventeen.”

Eve's voice is rough, and you can't help but slip your hand a little lower along her ass, and she whines.

“No- don't-”

“Don't what, sweet thing? Feel how wet you are?” You smirk. “I can feel how you're dripping onto my leg, slutty girl.”

She whines, and you decide to forgo the last three spanks, and instead you retract your arm from around her middle so that you can spread her cheeks apart, and you gasp at how puffy her pussy is.

“Oh, Eve. You poor thing. Would you like me to make this feel better for you?”

When you don't get an answer, you shift her a little, giving yourself easier access so that you can spank her directly on her cunt, and the noise that spills from her lips is obscene.

“I asked you a question, and I expect an answer.”

Eve whines again, and wiggles.

“I can't do anything until you say yes, sweetheart.” You gently chide, your hand coming back between her thighs, this time to glide your fingers through her folds.

“Yes.”

Her voice is heavy with need, and she sounds like she's on the verge of tears with it.

“How do we ask to be touched?” You remove your fingers, now slick with Eve’s wetness, and slap her ass again.

Her moan echoes in the kitchen.

“Please! Please touch me.”

“Awww… Good girl.” You coo. “You just want to be a fucking slut, huh?”

Eve whimpers, and you laugh.

“You're so desperate, look at you. I'd bet that you're fucking slutty hole will take whatever I'll give it without any problems… Should we test that theory?”

“Please, please touch me. Make me feel good.” Eve begs, and you can feel yourself growing wetter at the sound of it.

“Anything for you, pretty girl.” You say tenderly, before slipping one, two, three fingers into Eve, and she groans, bucking her hips.

You start off at an agonizingly slow pace, relishing in the way the older woman trembles beneath your touch, her plaintive begs and whines making you groan in turn.

“You're so wet, baby. This fucking greedy pussy of yours takes my fingers so well, you're such a fucking whore.”

You speed up your pace, and Eve drips down around your fingers, the sound of her sopping wet cunt filling the air, and your head grows heedy with the scent of her sex.

“God.” You groan. “You're fucking perfect, taking me so well, listen to how fucking desperate you are. Are you going to cum for me? Yeah? You wanna prove to me that you're a slutty little bitch? Gonna cum around my fingers in your fucking kitchen while you're bent over my lap like a dirty little whore?”

You can feel how she starts to flutter around you, can feel how close she is, and you slide your spare hand up and under, harshly groping at one of her tits, and Eve throws her head back and screams as she orgasms hard around you, her hips grinding wildly downwards in an attempt to ride out the waves of pleasure, and the sight is nearly enough to make you cum on the spot as well, despite how untouched you've gone.

“Fuck baby, you're so fucking beautiful like this. Fuck.”

Eve pants as she comes down from her high, and she whimpers when you retract your fingers from where they had been buried deep inside of her.

You bring your fingers up to your mouth and can't contain your wanton moan at the taste of her, and you know with complete certainty that you'll never be able to get enough of her.

“You taste so good, holy shit.” You say to her, and Eve cranes her head around to stare at you with an empty gaze, her face flushed deeply.

You smile softly at her, and run a hand through her hair.

She melts under your touch, her eyes gently fluttering shut, and you can't help the way your heart wells with emotion.

“Are you okay, Eve?” You ask.

“Mhm.” She hums.

“We gotta clean you off, honey.” You say.

“I know.”

“If I promised to stay, will you get up?” You try.

“Mmm…” Eve hums again.

“That's not an answer, sweet thing.”

Eve opens her eyes, and makes a motion to roll over in your lap, and your reaction time is a second too slow, and the older woman goes crashing to the floor.

“Oh my god, are you okay?”

“Ow… Yeah… I'm… I'm okay. Sorry, my head feels… Fuzzy. Not from falling! From… From before.”

It's like a light bulb has been switched on in your head, even as you slide off the chair onto your knees to be sure Eve is really okay.

“Fuzzy like floating?”

Eve’s blue eyes draw you in.

“Mhm. Feels nice.”

You smile before pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.

“You have no idea what you're experiencing, do you?” You guess.

“Do you?”

Eve looks full of wonderment and in that moment you knew you were fucked.

You're head over heels for this woman, you're old crush coming rushing back tenfold, and of all the things to happen in this kitchen today, this is what causes your heart to start pounding in earnest.

“Yeah, honey.” You try so hard not to let your voice crack with your realization. “But we have plenty of time for that later. The floor is cold. And dirty. And a bath will be warm and clean.”

Eve's eyes brighten at the thought of a warm bubble bath.

“You'll run me a bath?” She excitedly asks.

You laugh, and move, gesturing that Eve should follow you.

“Of course I will. Aftercare is very important.”

Eve looks delighted, and you gently pull her close so you can whisper in her ear.

“Let me take care of you.”

#sky writes #sky's fics #c: eve #eve fletcher #eve fletcher x reader #mrs. fletcher #this was entirely self indulgent to the scene I had in my head

[pick-your-poison-please]

@dangert1ts

Eve sat in silence in Heaven's Hell Embassy. The table a large pentagram made of black marble and the interior like a mixture of a Goth club meets BDSM dungeon. The Mother of Sinners, as she was known in the afterlife was going through her briefcase and looking through her notes.

Adam was supposedly supposed to be there, but if he wasn't feeling up to it, or miffed at her (probably about the apple, again) Heaven would send someone else. Who was either on the same authority as her, or granted said authority for this meeting.

#rp #dangert1ts #c: eve #v: hazbin

[citylighten]

evelittlejohn Everyone please meet the newest addition to my family, Milo! 💓He's my boundless ball of energy. He loves playing with his sister Lady, long walks, and sleeping on Sal's chest after a long exciting day. 🥰🐶

Milo was adopted from @cowplant-pizza!

#c: eve #c: salvatore #c: milo #cowplantpizza

[nextlevelhqs]

[ 18+ / ESTUPRO / AMBOS. ]

NOME LEGAL: Maeve Anne Kwon.

STAGE NAME: Eve.

PRONOMES: Ela/dela.

NASCIMENTO: 06/06/1999.

CIDADE NATAL: Londres, Inglaterra.

POSIÇÃO: Dançarina guia, sub vocalista, visual do Soda Pop!.

DEBUT: 20 de outubro de 2015.

CONTA: nl_maeve

FACECLAIM: Nancy (Momoland), idol.

TOKENS DE CARREIRA PRÉVIA

-

BIOGRAFIA

Filha única de um imigrante coreano com uma mãe inglesa, Maeve nasceu e passou grande parte da infância em Londres, no Reino Unido. Os pais, sendo ambos musicistas clássicos, foram essenciais para que a jovem um dia manifestasse dons artísticos, principalmente ligados à música. Maeve desde a tenra idade teve contato com instrumentos musicais e aulas de canto, mais tarde sendo introduzida também à dança para que pudesse praticar algum exercício físico. No entanto, o intuito de seus pais nunca foi criá-la para o estrelato ou que pudesse, quem sabe um dia, trilhar a mesma carreira que a deles. Não, todo o contato com a música e a dança nunca foi algo imposto, foi gradativo e natural apenas.

E com um histórico que a precedia, e conforme desenvolvia na adolescência, esperava-se muito de Maeve. Com o conhecimento em diversos instrumentos musicais, canto e dança, qualquer um diria que a jovem teria um futuro promissor no ramo artístico, fosse clássico - como seus pais - ou pop. Contudo, embora demonstrasse certas habilidades em todos os quesitos antes citados, Maeve não se destacava em nada. Era o que chamavam de "faz de tudo um pouco, mas nada direito."

E, bom, isso a frustrava muito.

Talvez fosse um fardo grande uma adolescente se preocupar tais coisas que poderiam ser desenvolvidas com o passar do tempo, mas Maeve não conseguia se desvencilhar da cobrança. O sentimento se tornou ainda mais inquietante quando se mudou para a terra natal do pai e, sondada por um olheiro da Atom, recebeu a proposta de se tornar trainee da Atom. O mundo pop não lhe era estranho, estava acostumada com a mídia ocidental, porém, a oriental lhe apresentou um conceito diferente. E, a bem da verdade, Maeve não achou ruim. Quanto aos seus pais, eles tinham uma opinião diferente, ficaram bastante receosos, mas, no fim, não havia outra opção a ser deixar sua única filha trilhar a carreira que bem entendesse.

Maeve se tornou trainee, deixando de lado os estudos para focar em seu canto e sua dança de forma mais árdua. Ela chegou a demonstrar avanços, mas nada que atendesse às suas próprias expectativas. Apesar de ainda ser nova, preocupava-se com a chance de não debutar um dia devido a falta de se destacar em algo além da aparência - que começava a ser muito elogiada pelas pessoas ao seu redor. Mal acreditou quando foi convidada a participar do reality que seria responsável pelo seu debut e se empenhou ainda mais, somente para voltar a se frustrar outra vez. Maeve conseguiu debutar, mas ficou em quarto lugar no rank do reality e ocupou o posto de visual do grupo. Com a beleza sendo, talvez, a única coisa que pudesse se agarrar em sua carreira, a jovem se torna mais ressentida com a medida que o tempo passa.

#c: eve #fc: nancy #g: soda pop #e: atom entertainment

[crismakesstuff]

ponyfies your superhero show 🐎🌟

#invincible #invincible show #my little pony #my little pony crossover #mlp au #my little pony friendship is invincible #invincible au #invincible fanart #mark grayson #omniman #omni man #nolan grayson #debbie grayson #atom eve #samatha eve wilkins #crismakesstuff #i think soooo much about them #pls notice the red streak I gave nolan in his mane/tail #yes I pulled inspo from king sombra for nolan hehe #his eyes get a similar mist whe he uses dark magic #i like to think filly mark cuddled up a lot against his dad and that nolan just would cover him with his wing #mark the fluffy boy just like his dad c: #eve is on like twilight sparkle and starlight glimmer shit #had to give eve the traditional unicorn features they fit her so so much #mark became an alicorn is like his l getting his powers he was just a pegasus before #he’s struggling sm w his magic #idk what pony names I’d give them tho i suck at that

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

What a difference 42 years makes juxtaposition of Honda City & Honda Motocompo, 1981 and Honda SUSTAINA-C Concept & Honda Pocket Concept, 2023. In the early 1980s Honda introduced the City small hatchback along with the Motocompo, a tiny folding motor cycle that was designed to tuck inside the City's boot. A this year's Japan Mobility Show Honda have presented the SUSTAINA-C Concept, a small electric car made of acrylic resin that is recycled and reused. The Pocket concept is a tiny folding electric bike that fits inside the SUSTAINA's rear hatch. The Motocomp was only on sale for 2 years before it was withdrawn due to lack of demand. No production plans have been announced for either of the 2023 concepts

#Honda #Honda City #Honda Motocompo #2023 #1981 #Honda SUSTAINA-C #Honda Pocket #concept #prototype #design study #recycled #EV #electric car #electric bike #city car #Japan Mobility Show

[babytoothbrain]

Love in the Grocery Store

"The Last Time", Rachel McKibbens// A Letter to Momo// "On the Intimacy of the Mundane", Eve Lion// Home of the Brave, Katherine Applegate//

#web weaving #poetry #prose #spilled ink #intertextuality #painting #spilled words #collage #rachel mckibbens #a letter to momo #eve lion #katherine applegate #grocery store #on the Mundane #on love #dont tell my friends #i made this because a. i love grocery shopping b. i work at a grocery store but also c. i love sharing experiences with strangers #i have never fallen in love with anyone like i have a stranger #and no where is the love shared between strangers more evident than at the grocery store #here let me help you reach the top shelf #you dropped this #i love your hair #IT'S ALL LOVE GUYS

[m-eltdown]

#tomorrow is first day of october!! which means the next 30 days are basically halloween eve hehe ~ this is my fave time of year #gotta break out the spooky socks c: #mine #my post #myself #my photo #halloween #spooky season #spooky #jack o lantern #halloweencore #all hallows eve #spooky aesthetic #spooky vibes #spooktober #converse #girls in chucks #sneakers #socks #grunge #grunge aesthetic #alt #aesthetic #alternative #soft grunge #alt fashion #alt aesthetic #fashion #footwear

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

Soft Touches In Our Resting Place

Ship: Eve Fletcher x Reader

Summary: You convince Eve to let you help her relax

Word Count: 1.8k

Disclaimer: 18+ ONLY minors dni

Warnings: soft smut, slight daddy kink, so so much fluff

Eve laughs softly as you trail your fingers over her stomach, the muscles flexing beneath your touch.

“Quit it.” She lightly swats at your hands. “I'm trying to focus here.”

“You promised you wouldn't take work home with you anymore.” You gently chide. “Since you broke that promise, I get to take my consolation prize.”

Your girlfriend huffs. “I don't know how much I like being referred to as an object to be won.”

You let out a quiet snort. “That's not what you were saying last week while I fucked your brains out.”

You flip over from your stomach to your back, resting your head in Eve's lap so you can study her face, which has flushed slightly.

“Please, daddy.” You start to mock. “I'm just a slut all for your use.”

Eve averts her eyes from your gaze as she steadily grows redder with embarrassment.

“Fuck me, please, daddy, I want to be ruined. Make me your whore.”

“Alright.” The older woman mumbles. “Enough.”

You don't listen, and instead pitch your voice into a whine.

“I want you to own me, I want to be your bitch.”

Eve's eyes swing back to yours, and a muscle in her cheek jumps.

“Fine. Get on your knees.”

You're startled by the sudden change in demeanor.

“What?”

“You heard me.” Eve's gaze is hard. “You want to be my bitch? You want me to own you? Fine, then. Get on your knees.”

There's a few moments of utter stillness, and then Eve’s hand finds its way between your legs, slapping your clothed pussy harshly, and you cry out with surprise.

“I thought I told you to move.”

You quickly roll over, scrambling on all fours and dropping yourself unceremoniously to the floor, before quickly righting yourself even as your elbows smart from taking the brunt of the fall.

Eve tsks.

“Dumb brat.”

You whimper.

“Now be good for me and stay put until I tell you otherwise.” Eve's eyes are blown with her sudden lust, and you can't help letting out another whimper at the sight, even as your girlfriend turns back to her work.

“Don't make me gag you.” She warns as she shuffles some papers, clearly searching for something specific. “The longer this takes for me to finish, the longer you'll stay just like that.”

You whine low in your throat, and Eve nearly doesn't let it slide, her knuckles briefly tightening around the paper in her grasp, and the sound of it crinkling is loud in the quiet of the bedroom, and you hold your breath.

But then Eve just sighs, and loosens her grip, eyes peering down her glasses to read what's written on the paper.

You release your breath, and you can feel yourself relaxing in place, your shoulders sagging in relief.

If Eve had decided to gag you it would mean she's in the mood to be more of a hard dom tonight, all punishment and no reward.

And you desperately want to cum.

You can feel your mind clicking off as you stare at your girlfriend, your thoughts becoming simple observations that require no attention from your more conscious mind, and you start to feel almost as if you're floating, your mind quieting as you slip into the peacefulness of the moment.

The sound of Eve rustling paper and typing on her laptop creates a soothing background noise as you lose yourself in watching her, noting every eyebrow furrow, every twitch of her lips.

She's captivatingly beautiful, even hunched over her screen as her glasses keep steadily sliding down her nose.

You want to kiss her so badly.

Eve glances up at you and raises an eyebrow as she watches you climb back onto the bed.

“What do you think you're doing?” She asks.

“Kissing you.” You reply. “And then making you feel good.”

Eve opens her mouth, presumably to protest, but you capture her lips in a heated kiss, and you can feel her laptop sliding off her lap and against your legs.

The moan she lets out into your mouth makes you groan in response, and you reluctantly pull away.

“Please let me make you feel good.” You beg.

Eve blinks, and then sighs.

Gone is her dominant persona she had displayed just a few minutes earlier, and in its place is simply your girlfriend, tired and worn.

“I really have to finish this, sweetheart.”

You bite your lip.

“You can still work while I eat you out.” You say quietly, face flushing slightly.

Now it's Eve who bites her lip, and she shifts her weight, causing the bed to creak.

“I don't know..”

“Please?” You pout. “You just work so hard, and you haven't relaxed properly in weeks. Let me do this for you.”

Eve hesitates for a moment, before flipping the comforter off of the bottom half of her body that it had been covering, and gracelessly shimmies out of her pants and underwear in one move.

The smell of her arousal floods your senses and you can feel your mouth water.

“You've been turned on all day, haven't you?” You mildly accuse, moving to settle between your girlfriend's thighs.

“When I know I have such a willingly slut at my disposal? Why wouldn't I be?”

You cough violently, choking on the air you had startledly sucked down at Eve’s words.

“You're in a mood.” You gasp out.

Eve laughs, even as she reaches to pick back up her computer from where it's laying on its side next to her.

“You're an easy tease.”

You huff, but the older woman is no longer paying attention to you, instead, her focus has redirected to her laptop screen.

You turn your own attention to her wet core, and you can't help yourself as you start giving her kitten lips, moaning at her taste.

“Quiet.” Eve breathlessly says.

You hum, and do your best to listen as you continue to tease her folds.

Eve continues to work above you as you do so, but you can tell you're already having an affect as she steadily flushes with arousal, her pussy now dripping from your ministrations.

You insert your tongue into her, and moan again at the gasp she lets out, her hips rising slightly before you push them down, keeping a firm grip on her.

Eve's legs hook themselves up against your shoulders, and you maneuver your arms so that you can keep them there, holding her steady as you eagerly lap at the most intimate part of her, purposefully avoiding her clit.

You hear something thunk against the wooden floor and you smirk, raising your eyes to meet blue ones pooled with lust.

A hand tangles in your hair and shoves you closer against your girlfriend's sopping cunt, and you groan unabashedly at the action.

You're eating Eve out like she's your last meal on Earth, and although you haven't once touched her little bundle of nerves, she's already very close, her inner walls fluttering around your tongue.

“Fuck, baby.” She gasps out. “You're going to make me cum.”

You hum against her, continuing to alternate between thrusting and licking, and before you know it she's gushing around your mouth, her soft, panting little “oh! oh! oh!” music to your ears as her hips twitch and buck, grinding against your face as she rides out her high.

You let her, waiting until she falls limp, panting heavily as she tries to catch her breath, before sucking her clit into your mouth, gently rolling it with your tongue, and Eve cries out with overstimulation.

You chuckle deep in your throat, the sound of it vibrating against the older woman.

“Fuck!” She shouts as she digs her heels into your back. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

You reward her by sucking particularly hard, and she cries out again.

So you repeat the action, again and again until she screams, and she's gone again, sobbing as her second orgasm washes through her.

You gently flick your tongue over her clit, helping her prolong it, before pulling away, pressing a tender kiss to the swollen bud, and unhooking her legs from around your shoulders.

“Looks like I did a good job.” You smirk, crawling up so your head can be leveled with Eve’s.

“Mmmm…” She hums, her eyes gently shut.

You giggle. “You're so cute, all blissed out.”

An eye cracks open before shutting again.

You laugh this time, pressing your lips against hers in a chaste kiss, and she whines.

“Aw, did you want to taste yourself?” You pout.

Both of Eve’s eyes open now, and she halfheartedly moves her arm in a lazy swatting motion.

You laugh again, and nuzzle your nose against her’s, making Eve huff in annoyance.

“Okay, I'll stop being mean now.” You say, and you brush your lips ever so softly over Eve’s, and she strains her neck upwards to capture you in a kiss.

You moan into her mouth as her tongue presses against yours, the feel of her lips plush and soft.

Eve pulls away only to get some air, before she pulls you down on top of her, and you slowly make out, unrushed and tender.

It's intimate, not sexual, as you lose yourself in the very feel of her, breathing with the same breath, sharing the space of it together, and her fingers gently scratch against your skull from where she has her hands buried deeply into your hair.

Your senses are entirely flooded with her. With Eve.

Eve.

God, you love this woman.

She tugs you gently away, and a yawn escapes her, causing her to flush red.

You giggle softly.

“You should sleep, babe.” You mummer. “I can see you're already halfway there.”

She pouts. “I can't. I really have t-”

“No.” You firmly say, shaking your head. “No more working. It's late, and you're tired.”

“I want to, but I have to have this done before tomorrow afternoon.” Eve tiredly yawns again.

“I think your body agrees with me, love.” You slide off of her and onto your side of the bed. “Sleep. You'll be able to finish it in the morning.”

Eve bites her lip.

“Come here.” You aren't quite whispering, but you make your voice come out low enough it could be mistaken for it.

Eve sighs. “Let me turn the computer off and put the papers away.”

You watch with careful eyes as she does so, and when she makes her way back to the bed, she throws her shirt off of herself.

“Can we sleep like this?” She asks.

You immediately nod, and quickly divest yourself of your own clothes.

One thing you love about Eve is that she craves skin to skin contact, and that whereas you run cool, she runs warm. You often joke about how she's your personal space heater.

You settle back on the bed, and open your arms in a clear invitation.

Eve takes it, tucking her head against your chest, and you press a tender kiss against the top of her hair.

“Sleep, baby. I've got you.” You do whisper now, and the sleepy, content sigh you get in responses makes you smile sappily as you close your own eyes, allowing the sound of Eve’s even breaths soothe you to sleep.

It's peaceful and quiet in the room.

“Love you.” Eve slurs, nearly asleep.

“Love you.” You sleepily slur back.

All is well.

#sky writes #c: eve #c: soft!eve #eve fletcher #kathryn hahn #eve fletcher x reader

[pick-your-poison-please]

@thehazbins

Eve walked through the front gates, a large basket of fresh baked bread, a wedge of cheese, and a rose wine. And of course, apple tarts, made from Eve's own orchard where she gre Eden Apples.

She rang the door bell, hoping that her older sister was home. Things have been chaotic for her as of late, and a chat with Lil always put Eve's nerves to rest.

#rp #thehazbins #c: eve #c:lilith #v: hazbin

[citylighten]

BEGINNING // PREVIOUS // NEXT

#dear diary #simblr #ts4 story #ts4 storytelling #black simmer #sims story #c: eve #c: rosaria #c: ida #c: sheila #c: ben

[justmenoworries]

"Oooo Adam has a right to hate Lucifer, Lucifer took Lilith and Eve away from him"

Adam was an abusive asshat to Lilith. Lilith chose to be with the one who actually respected her and didn't demand she be solely his submissive hanger-on.

"From the dust of Earth, [the angels] created Adam and Lilith. Equals as the first of mankind, but despite this, Adam demanded control, and Lilith refused to submit to his will. She fled the Garden."

"Drawn in by her fierce independence, Lucifer found her and the two rebellious dreamers fell deeply in love."

2. Lucifer didn't "take" Eve. He offered her the forbidden fruit and she accepted.

"Together, [Lilith and Lucifer] wished to share the magic of free will with humanity, offering the Fruit of Knowledge to Adam's new bride, Eve, who gladly accepted."

We don't know what happened after aside from the fact that apparently because Eve took the fruit "evil" was let in to the world the angels created. Since humanity still, y'know, exists, we can gather that Eve stayed with Adam and they had kids like in the original myth.

3. It really says a lot that this wording denies Eve and Lilith any actual agency in what happened in favor of pushing all the blame and responsibility on Lucifer and making Adam out to be a poor uwu misunderstood baby. The misogyny is strong in this one.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel eve #hazbin hotel lilith #adam stans are shaping up to be the new c*tra stans #anything to avoid admitting that their precious blorbo is largely responsible for everything bad that happened to them #and push the blame onto other characters instead #besides I have a hard time feeling bad for Adam when the first time we see him after the origin story he's leading a genocide #while living the high life as a revered angel up in heaven #ah yes poor adam #what happened in eden clearly traumatized him so much #look how he's suffering #/s

[bbubbleo]

with one breath of air, taste will linger on your tongue

been having normal thoughts lately about pumpkinduo 😔

#my art #c!quackity #c!schlatt #pumpkinduo #the sketch is being left on purpose because i cant look at this anymore #YES the song is a bioshock song #adam and eve by the paper melody specifically but the one line would not leave my brain #blood #implied cannibalism #I GUESS

[soranatus]

For Freedom and Hope, 2024 By Steph C, an illustrator & visual development artist

#Steph C #new years #new years eve #art #digital art #digital painting #illustration #new year 2024 #happy new year #star #shooting star

[ageofgeek]

Bond falls victim to what I am now calling "Steve Rogers Syndrome," where a main character throws away his found family (which the audience has become much more attached to) in favor of a bland, boring, nuclear/heterosexual life. Just because Bond doesn't get his "happy ending" doesn't mean that he doesn't fall into this trope.

I think a lot of people would agree with me when I say that Bond & Madeline have no chemistry. They had no chemistry in Spectre and they continue to have none in NTTD. And yet, we're supposed to care about their relationship because 1) the narrative (i.e. Bond) tells us, instead of shows us, that he loves her, and 2) there is a child (which the narrative also tells us that we should care about).

But the truth is that Bond doesn't trust Madeline. Not really. The second he's attacked by Spectre, he immediately blames her and doesn't even question if he's wrong (and she doesn't really try to convince him otherwise). Now, you may chalk this up to Bond not trusting anybody, but here's where we get to the found family: because he does trust his MI6 family, implicitly, immediately.

He trusts Eve enough to tell her about the scientist, Feliks, what happened in Cuba, etc., and to ask for her help. He trusts Q so much that he gives him the flashdrive he recovered in Cuba, he stays with Q in his apt while he's in London, he places his life in Q's hands multiple times throughout Skyfall, Spectre, and NTTD. He trusts Mallory - even after knowing his shadiness with Herakles, he still trusts him enough to go back under his command. He even trusts Nomi after only a few days of meeting her - enough to trust her to have his back on the island, enough to trust her with Madeline and his child.

So the fact that Bond doesn't trust Madeline is a huge, huge red flag. To me, the "trilogy" of Skyfall, Spectre, and NTTD were all about establishing Bond's support system and family within MI6. In Casino Royale and QoS, he really only had M, and no other connections to MI6 beyond her. But starting with Skyfall, he begins to build a support network of people he does trust in MI6, and the audience begins to trust them (and love them) along with Bond.

This simply doesn't apply to Madeline, because Bond doesn't trust her, and so the audience is never shown why we should trust her or love her.

#this rant has been in my drafts for months since i saw NTTD and you know what??? #i'm posting it #b/c it's true af #still bitter #james bond #no time to die #nttd #nttd spoilers #skyfall #spectre #quartermaster #eve moneypenny #gareth mallory #mine #meta #rant

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Mercedes-Benz Vision One-Eleven, 2023. A sports car study that looks to the future whilst drawing on the Mercedes concepts from the past. It is powered by lightweight and compact axial-flux electric motor technology. The car uses augmented reality so that the driver can use headset to turn the entire car into a user interface allowing you to see through the A-pillars. The design references the C-111 concepts of the late 60s and 70s

#Mercedes-Benz #Mercedes-Benz Vision One-Eleven #Mercedes-Benz C-111 #2023 #futuristic #concept #prototype #EV #electric car #axial-flux ev #gullwing doors