#southern wlw

[demaparbat-hp]

Zutara makes a statement.

[bjarkanart]

Hello, hi, it's been a while since I drew Imodna, eh? I drew this for my Death Stranding AU that I'm taking ages to write in hopes it'll push me to write the second chapter faster. One can dream, right?

Man, they look so cozy I'm actually jealous :')

Oh and if anyone's interested, you can find my fic here!

[usikunox]

Just a silly little Imodna doodle for pride month :>

[themilfsland]

Lemme taste my bee-sweetenin’

Pairing(s): Cowgirl farmer Wanda x fem!reader

Summary: a daily life with your cowgirl farmer girlfriend and how you deal with her little obsession.

content: Top Wanda (she denies her bottom vibe), bottom Reader (until Wanda changes her mind), teasing, praising, pet names, mention of punishment, food playing (?), smut, denying, oral kink.

The best-known honey farmer, living in a small and cozy ranch with her girlfriend. But it's not only the pure and sweet honey syrup that is famous, everyone from the village knows how delicious and fresh her handmade honeybuns are. All too ordinary from the neighbors' views, maybe because they don't know the peculiar things about your life as a couple.

Wanda is obsessed with you. To be more specific, she is obsessed with your taste. It's not a surprising matter for you since you figured out she has an oral kink. Every time she bakes her handmade honeybun she asks for your help to try the fresh honey. Although, she never gives you a spoon to do it. The first time you waited for her to hand you the tool to try the honey, but she never did. You get it now. Dipping your finger into the bowl to get some of the syrup then taking it into your mouth to taste it, your eyes straight to hers, never losing her gaze. And it's always the same dialogue.

Wanda: and...? Is it good, sugar?

Y/n: hmmm it's delicious.

Wanda: ya sure? Hmm let me try some.

You keep with the tradition, your finger getting more honey from the bowl, directing it to her mouth, making a little mess on her lips as if you're applying lipstick with your finger, you feel her heavy breath before she runs her tongue over her lips to clean it. Mesmerized by her slow movements, she knows she's always teasing you.

But Wanda wants more and you never deny to her. Honestly, this is what she has been waiting for all this time. Your finger inside her mouth. The sweet taste mixing with the filling you are giving to her with your finger drives her mind dizzy. Usually, you let her play the way she wants, circling her tongue around your finger and sucking it at her own pace. Still, sometimes you like to tease her too, holding her jaw with your fingers pressing firmly on her cheeks while your index finger is inside her mouth, still sticky with honey, making deep in and out movements. The eyes full of pleasure and the muffled moans she gives to you cause your sore core to drip every time.

You love this side of Wanda. The way you encouraged her to let this desire flourish she doesn't even need to use an excuse to taste something from your fingers anymore, she just takes your fingers. In fact, her need to feel and taste you made your entire body an aim. It's so hot and lustful but still so vulnerable from her. You state that because you know how Wanda likes to have control and she makes you very aware of that, especially when you start forgetting your place.

The weekends have a special routine for you and Wanda. In other words, you have a particular rule to follow. No panties. You thought it was just a temporary teasing from her but you learned with some punishments it's a serious rule to follow, and one of her favorites.

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Another Sunday morning waking up with the smell of coffee and pancakes, or flapjacks as she likes to call. You smile spontaneously, stretching out on the bed but not lying that you wish a little to have the warmth of your girlfriend's body beside you. It was really hard for you, in the beginning, to get used to her early bird clock, but what could you complain? She is a determined farmer, the best, your cowgirl.

Leaving your thoughts behind, you get up still sleepy and follow her rule, took off your panties, and put the pajamas shorts back on. Following that appetizing smell, you go down the stairs toward the kitchen.

Her gaze catches you immediately when you enter the room, she gives you a soft smile and a welcome "Good morning, my sleepy bunny". Even with the smooth tone she used, you noticed how her hungry eyes scanned over your entire body, you felt as if you are undressed. Well, almost like that, the white pajamas that you are wearing with cute strawberries stamped on it was a gift that she gave you weeks ago, comfortable but maybe a little small for your regular size. And It's obvious Wanda does that on purpose, but you honestly don't mind, you like the way she cares about picking out your clothes once in a while.

You walk towards her embrace, it's definitely your favorite place to be, in her arms. She gives a soft kiss on your cheeks before she snuggles her face in your neck, smelling your sweet scent, maybe she's addicted to it too.

Wanda: Did you sleep well, sweetpie?

She asks while picking some shy kisses on your neck making you shiver a little.

Y/n: Yes, I did! But I missed you in our bed when I woke up, you know...

You start feeling the warmth of her body running through your clothes and you wonder why she's always this hot. You have to adjust yourself when you felt her fingertips patting your arm.

Wanda: Ohh I'm sorry I wasn't there when you woke up, but see, I had to leave bed early to make all these good treats to my pumpkin.

Seeing all those yummy foods on the table makes your mouth water and thinking it became her routine of always doing this, only for you, your heart melts.

Y/n: Well, it sounds like an acceptable excuse, also the smell is sooo good. I may forgive you…

Wanda: It's all for you, sugar....and you're all for me.

She whispers the last sentence while her hand traces the way to your breast, still over your t-shirt she grabs and squeezes gently, just to take a moan from your mouth. Her lips pressed your neck and you can feel that she gave a sly smile with that. You feel the pressure of her thumb rubbing on your nipples, the fine fabric of your t-shirt brushing your skin, the overstimulation is already too much for you to think.

Before she gives you a short break, she makes sure to press her fingers over your upper breast, exactly the spot where she left some of her marks days ago. "I have to map your body with my mouth and make spots in your skin where I'm gonna hide my little treasures" is what she says. And well, she truly does a good job by that. Your thoughts are cut off by her teasing voice and her hand lowering until she holds firmly your ass.

Wanda: but you know, there is one ingredient that is left here.

You know exactly what she's referring to, but you like to play the dumb role, genuinely this is what she's expecting you to do too, she loves when you use your words.

Y/n: hmm really? What would this ingredient be then?

Wanda: It's the honey, my honey, actually.

She says softly, her hand that once was in your ass now is putting the soft material of your shorts to the side, and you give a low whimper due to her act. You only realize how soaked you're when she touches your sensitive folds, her fingers exploring your pussy with slow movements to dampen it with your arousal.

Wanda: oh darlin', you're so wet for me already.

You moan louder than you are expecting by hearing that. She is close to getting what she wants.

Wanda: But I need more, pumpkin, you know that, right? Your soaked and throbbing pussy to taste. C'mon, give me what I want.

That's her game. She noticed a long time ago how her praisings and teasing words cause over you, so she always takes advantage of that. The more she says the more you get wetter, it's like a magic trick she played on you and an infinity source of your taste to her.

Wanda: Lemme taste my bee-sweetenin’, hm?

Your wish is to beg her to thrust her fingers right inside you, but you know it would be in vain. It's her ritual, she presses her fingers harder on your clit, and it's the sign that they are wet enough. You are only able to whine louder and try to keep your legs straight. Then she tastes you. Licking her fingers close to your face just to give you the best view of her tongue taking every drop of your arousal.

Wanda smirks when you bite your own lips and set your hands on her waist. The aching between her legs is the manifestation that she needs more of you. She takes your hands off her and gets down on her knees while making you lean on the counter and spread your legs. The fabric of your pajamas is so soft that she doesn't even bother to take your shorts off, instead, she puts them aside, again, she loves it when your mess makes your clothes sticky.

You whimper when you feel her breath close to your skin, leaving soft kisses on your inner thigh until her lips touch superficially your damped folds, just for teasing you. Her tongue presses for a space, then she traces a path from your cunt to your clit. You don't know if the wetness you feel is her saliva or your arousal anymore, it's all messy and soggy.

Her patience starts to fade when she intensifies her movements, grabbing firmly your thighs to spread even more your legs, your hand threaded through her hair. She thrusts her tongue inside you, taking your arousal to your entrance until you feel you're almost dripping. You angle your hips and pull her head toward you, seeking more contact with her mouth, you need her deeply and faster inside you.

Y/n: ughh faster Wanda, do your job with your mouth.

She stops immediately and looks up to you.

Wanda: what did you just say?

Y/n: ohh no no, I.. I- I just need you.

A heavy regret covering all your thoughts. You know your place, you have to do what she says and take what she gives, it's not that difficult. You are just pathetic to think that she could give some control to you for once. Well, maybe one day, but not today.

Wanda: I don't like the tone you used to me.

Y/n: I know, I'm sorry, Wanda, please.

Already on her feet, she stares at you with disappointed bitter eyes. You start begging her, shy whimpers coming through your mouth when you try to adjust your shorts that she didn't even bother to put back in place.

Wanda: hush your mouth, Y/n. You only take what I give to you and for now you're going to receive nothing.

This Saturday you didn't help Wanda to cook the honeybuns. Actually, she didn't even ask you to do it. She ignored all your direct looks, but you knew she was watching you through the kitchen window when you were cleaning the garden. You felt her gaze on your neck, her distant thoughts planning the best punishment for your bad behavior early. You interrupted her honey tasting and now you will pay for it.

Those soft hands that once were baking those delicious sweet buns will be hard on you tonight.

[papirfecni]

im perfectly normal about them

[threeheadedtrinity]

Even after death we shall not part

[ghostdaughterr]

all my secrets is yours now

i’ve been holding and nurturing this body of work for literal YEARS and as terrifying as it is to let go, i’m ready. i hope that these five songs can mean as much to some of you as they do to me. take good care of them for me, okay?

[nightmaskart]

"She is neither pink nor pale, and she never will be all mine; she learned her hands in a fairy-tale, and her mouth on a valentine."

[slxxtq]

Whatever’s wrong with me

- I w i l l t a k e t o b e d -

[malafresita]

🤍❤️

[taree-png]

imodna brainrot <3

[rainbow6ix]

Howdy x

[bjarkanart]

Calm Emotions

Look, I needed to draw some damn comfort for these two cause they never get a second to just breathe and chill and again, call me silly but I still can't bring myself to draw the angst yet.

Oh and here, I always have Imodna in mind whenever I listen to this song. That's my contribution to the ongoing angst I guess? If not don't mind me :')

[usikunox]

“I floof up my hair and get the girls out”

Just a silly, small doodle cause Laura’s face when Marisha said that spoke to my gay little heart 😌

[themilfsland]

(sooo I was saving some screencaps and my gallery made the best frame organized, just like this hmm?!)

There's always a Cowgirl!wanda in my mind...

I don't want to hear your excuses, sugar. I know what I saw...those boys flirting with you when I was on the stage.

I didn't like that, do you know why, pumpkin?! Because you are my private show and only me can play and claim you're mine.

I had other thoughts...

[pbnbucks]

Prologue | Next Part

word count : 440

warnings : sadness, anger

summary : post game loss after the uconn vs usc trip to the final 4 game.

April 1st 2024, 8:30 pm.

it was terrible, you girlfriend just lost the biggest game you could imagine to uconn, the outcome of this game relied on everything and now it was all gone. she was laying in your arms sulking still as her heart was broken into millions of pieces.

“you wouldn’t understand you saw me play the worst i’ve ever played” you sighed but she was right, you wouldn’t understand, you won your volleyball championship. you never had a loss like juju just had, the weight of the world depended on it and just like that it slipped through her finger tips.

the trojans were off to a great start, juju scored 13 in the first half leaving them tied by 33 during halftime she thought she had the game in the bag but the game ended 80 - 73 with uconn in the lead.

you where at the game to support her but as the game ended she texted you to meet her at the apartment, you understood that it was heartbreak for her but you didnt want her to pull this again, when she loses after a game she pushes you and everybody else away.

you insisted on driving her home but she wouldnt let you. the car ride home consisted with worry and panic for her, the late nights she would spend practicing, the endless amount of games where she would study her opponents the night before, it all meant nothing now.

she came back to the apartment a complete mess, her face stained with tears, her body weak with her hair a mess as she collapsed on your stomach laying in bed with you, you sat there for a moment knowing whatever you could say in the moment wouldn’t make anything better

“you played amazing baby you did all you could, either way of the outcome you played amazing” she kisses your stomach before shifting her whole body to lay on top of you with her head laying on the curve of your neck.

“thank you for being supportive mamas” you cringe at her nickname that shes had for you since the day you guys met.“you want me to make you dinner?”

you can feel her smirk build up as she speaks “yea about that, i ate chick-fil-a on the way here” it was the most bizarre thing you heard coming from a girl you used to go rampages about how fast food is so unhealthy and how she wanted you to stop eating because it was “unhealthy for you”

you keep rubbing the girls back while you begin to doze off to a goodnights rest.