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(6) said that we were done but you’re all up on me ***** | I got a bad idea series

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southern!wandanat x fem!city-girl reader

tw: SMUT MDNI, top wanda, top natasha, bottom reader, strap in v (r receiving), oral (w&r receiving), fingering (r receiving), they’re complete southern horn dogs in this (5 times… yikes oopsieee!!), shorter chapter (this is just smut basically)

a/n: piece of shit writing but I hope u enjoy. also SAVE A HORSE RIDE A WHAT?? (Don’t be fooled nobody rides anyone in this chapter)

You fell asleep soundly, wrapped up between the two. It was wonderful. Something you told yourself was a one time thing. You had your fun last night, tested the waters, but now it’s the next day. They apologized last night for being rougher than they had hoped to be, mentioning something about not doing that again. You assumed not again in general.

Four times. They took you four times in a day. Worst is? You were begging them to.

First time was that morning. Wanda was downstairs, eyes watching the pan on the stove when you wondered in. She had greeted you with a smile, opening an arm to hug you into her side. It seemed innocent enough until you woke something in her by kissing her shoulder.

You were slung onto the counter, legs wrapped around her head and a hand tangled in her hair. She worked her tongue into you, circling it around your clit making you cry. You were beginning for her to let you come, tugging at her hair when she turned to bite at your thigh.

“Be good,” was the only thing she told you before sending you over the edge. Pressing a small kiss to your clit before reaching to actually kiss you. All done while the food finished cooking.

Second time consisted of Wanda having a field day strapping you. Ass up, hands tightening their hold against the bed to try and push back against her thrusts. You made a pitiful sound when she stopped, grinding back against her length.

She slapped your ass playfully but you reacted much worse, pushing further back until Wanda moved with you. She picked up a pace again, rocking into you with a hand on your hip. The sheets below you grew dark from how soaked you were. It slid down the backs of your thighs, beginning to drop onto their white bed sheets. Wanda didn’t care, if anything, she pushed harder until you were whining her name.

Third time was you turning on Wanda. She had her hair up, reading emails on her laptop. You had finished yet another shower after you two dogged it out on their bed just over an hour ago. She hadn’t been receiving anything and you felt bad, coming behind her and talking about it for a minute.

The conversation ended with you between her legs. She still sat at the dining room table because you didn’t care to move elsewhere. You creeped on your knees, spreading her and learning about what she liked.

She preferred you to flatten your tongue, pressing it against her. She would moan at the feeling of your tongue entering in her. It was enough to make you wet again, snaking a hand down to try and relieve yourself at the same time.

She came so prettily, lips agape but no sound coming out. You felt her clench, body aching from the pleasure floating through her. She praised you, a smile on her that pleased you.

Fourth time was your fault. You weren’t subtle when Natasha came back. The screen door swinging shut caught your attention, leaving Wanda behind to run down and greet her with a kiss that stole her breath away. She returned the enthusiasm, pressing you between the wall by the door and her body.

She told you all about how she thought about you at work. Spilling her mind on how she can’t get enough of you, tongue spreading on your nipple making you gasp the way she liked.

Natasha pushed you onto the couch arm, your body hanging over the side uncomfortably but you didn’t care. You never wanted her to stop, the feeling of her sliding in and out of your walls never failed to push you into a headspace that you’ve grown all too familiar with.

You were bent at an awkward angle but it felt better. Natasha didn’t think too much of it, snapping her hips into yours. You grabbed between the couch cushions for purchase, moans loud and luring Wanda to come downstairs.

The day after you woke up with a small limp in your step. It became obvious when you tried to use your left leg, hip jerking from how sore you were. You felt like a different person took over yesterday, every bone in your body crying out for them. Now you’re pushing them off with a complaint, telling them you’re too sore. They only do it to bother you, you know that, but you feel if you have them leeway they would pounce.

You were determined you were done. Everything was saying you were. Your apparent limp and the spotty light bruises were dead giveaways that you needed rest.

Natasha had been outside, her body leaving the bed early that morning to feed the horses. You stayed behind, falling back asleep peacefully. When she got back, she had walked straight into the bedroom. The water turned on, sounds of it hitting the floor making its way into the bedroom where you laid. You had a show on but lost attention when she came walking in.

You said it was because you missed her, but the way you were pressed up against the shower wall said otherwise. Wanda was asleep in the other room, so you pressed your lips over hers to quiet them. She took whatever you allowed, giving it back to you completely.

Her fingers were deep in you, her voice teasing you. Telling you how needy you are for them, how you’re apparently worse than she is. You were sore, and overstimulated, but she could still work you up like it was your first time. Cunt still dripping on her fingers, a moan leaving you when she licked them clean after you were satisfied.

Five. Five times. You said you were done, they said they were too much, but you spent the day tangled with them. Their skin was touching you almost every second. Sitting by them after, laughing at the stories they told.

All the while, you’re laying with your hand in their hair, brushing it to soothe both you and Natasha. Wanda too apparently, the sight of you brushing out her hair having her spill on about a tangent they have often. You were sad to side with Wanda, saying she does look professional with her hair done.

“Betrayal.”

“I’m not betraying you, I’m helping and complimenting you,” you whine, trying to get her to face you.

“Help is a funny word put in that sentence,” she snaps back.

“No, please forgive me.”

She throws herself on top, heat crawling up your body from her added body warmth. You wheezed, begging Wanda for help but she focused on the book in front of her, a smile growing on her face from you two.

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leaameba · 3 months

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Your sunflower devil AU is so interesting! Do you have more info about it? I'm dying to know more about the how and the why and what ends up happening to the boys, and your devil designs are adorable, especially Basil and his anxious fearful expressions at what he's become!

Thank you so much for asking <33 it warms my heart to know someone's interested in what I make!

Okay so, at first it was just me playing around with a buncha different designs for Basil and Sunny because they've ultimately been the only characters I'm able to draw LOL but it slowly grew into a sort of story into my head! It's all very vague for now and I'm not even sure if I'm going to make it into something bigger (I'm a terrible writer and english is not my first language) but here's a brief explanation on its base story:

It takes place after the neutral ending, where both Basil and Sunny stab themselves, thus ending up into the scalding depths or hell (so edgy 😈). Basil at first is in extreme denial of his fate and, just like in the game, is ridden with anxiety and guilt for most of the time. Eventually though, he accepts his fate and what gruesome stuff hell has to offer. He has multiple mixed feelings towards Sunny and breaks down at the sight of Sunny ending up in the same place as him but eventually becomes kind of non chalant n rude towards him, like he's had it all??? As of Sunny, he wears this pathetic wet dog face all the time and what he wishes the most is to make up with Basil while they're stuck together and just explain everything to him. Though while also having a lot mixed feelings, their friendship is complex. Basil has never stopped being special to Sunny.

As of the setting I haven't flashed it out well in my head yet, but basically it has all sorts of trauma inducing creatures and jumpscares based on their fears, guilt and shame. It's a place made to psychologically torture Basil and Sunny, leaving no choice for them but to stick together through it all.

I WOUULD like to make it gay because, well, I'm a sucker for Sunflower and they've been my fave pairing for several months now but I won't be able to do it without it being a little toxic LOL they're each other's reasons of why they're in hell together in the first place oopsieees no worries though they end up warming up to each other

I hope this wasn't too confusing to read lol I apologize <3

#BTW i dont think they should end up in hell this is just me exploring their guilt thru religion (sorta) (stereotypical cartoon demon)

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marc-spectorr · 2 years

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For the alphabet game

Jonathan Levy and U 👀

i haven't officially watched scenes from a marriage yet only bc i'm not mentally ready to see oscar in all his nakey glory on a tv screen. also i did a drabblesque type of thing here oopsieees

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

jonathan teases you as much as you tease him, so it's kind of fair in a way.

you’ve been sleeping with your professor for nearly a month now, and neither of you could get your hands off each other. obv it's only during class time do the two of you act as inconspicuous as possible. tho lately, you've been feeling a bit daring, choosing to dress in the skimpiest clothes, the ones that grab attention from all those around— jonathan included, of course.

you pick a seat on the front row of the room, and immediately he notices what you're wearing today. and oh, does he see you alright. jonathan could barely concentrate while teaching. he remained standing behind the podium across from you, trying his best to ignore you from the corner of his eye, but it was fruitless. blood's rushing straight to his dick, and he still has an hour and a half left of the lecture.

damn you. and damn him. jonathan couldn't believe how easy his body responds to seeing you there, scantily dressed... and now licking a lollipop like what the fuck? you're doing this all on purpose, and god, he’s losing his composure, and his students are starting to pick up on his sudden flustered demeanor.

a tease. that's what you fucking are, and jonathan was going to make sure that you pay for it.

he ends the class thirty minutes early and heads to his office, using his messenger bag to hide the evidence of his arousal. he doesn't spare you a glace nor say a word to you. not that you needed to hear him say it, you know your professor wants to see you somewhere more private. somewhere that's fortunately away from prying eyes and listening ears.

a mere split-second after you shut and lock the door, jonathan's dragging you from across the room to the small sofa against the wall. he hastily shoves your bottoms down to the carpeted floor, his lips making quick work on your neck.

he has you writhing underneath him in no time, those skilled hands and mouth of his fucking your sex feverishly in an attempt to push you over the edge. jonathan's beard scratches the soft skin of your inner thighs, and your walls begin to clench around him, your climax fast approaching— till he stops.

you moan at the sudden loss of his mouth and finger, and through heavy-lidded eyes, you see jonathan smirk. he's smirking at you, seemingly pleased by the fact that you were almost there, but he doesn't give you the satisfaction of becoming undone. and you know why. you know exactly why, and you're now regretting the stunt you pulled earlier.

because between you and jonathan levy, the biggest tease is really him, but you deserved it.

#y’all im ready to write a professor fic for this dudeeee #asks #anon #jonathan levy #jonathan levy x reader #oscar isaac x reader #thirsty talk

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