#tbh i was kind of humiliated

[diaperedbee]

I had this really hot queer over last night, and they had me moaning harder than I've ever moaned. We ended up physically clasping my mouth shut and holding my hands above my head so she could work. At one point, I had to start pulling the mattress up just to relieve some tension. All of this from a hand job....

[steel-nageyari]

thumbnail for a comp i was going to do but i dont know if i have the patience anymore -__-

[normalbrothers]

i think the only people tommy would actually assault are old dudes who remind him of his dad, it's not like he is any way normaler. in fact he once more wins out for having the most bizarre complexes out of everyone else

[ohbo-ohno]

y'know originally i had a big "yay i finished my exchange fic!!" post planned but it's literally an entire week late soo. that feels a little pathetic at this point el oh el

that being said - i finished my exchange fic! i have absolutely no control over when it will be posted, but i'll make sure to put it here when it is!

please please please go follow the deadcoddoves twitter account if you're at all interested in this exchange, they'll be posting about everyone else's fics too!!!

[the-brainrot-central]

Guys my birthday is tomorrow…..please end me

[ef-1]

legs & lessons in perseverance | march '23

[conidiophore]

I didn't really expect to like bottom growth as much as I do. Almost a year on T (just a couple of weeks away) and I am pleasantly surprised by what I have going on. Jerking that thing with solemn appreciation and nodding wisely.

[hawkssucks]

Your name and blog are exactly how I feel about Hawks. Every single damn time I see him I get cuteness aggression. I care about him so much and hate him in equal measure (it’s how I show my love). I want to bully him into taking care of himself and treating himself like a person.

Anon… you get it….. He does so much stupid dumb crap and doesn’t have any self respect and I hate him for it… I wanna smother this dude with love and kindness but he wouldn’t accept it. But also beat his dumbass

tbh I picked my blog name because I like him so much it’s embarrassing, it almost loops back around to distain. at face-value he’s just a blond anime boy I care too much about.

[sivavakkiyar]

Donald Barthelme, The Palace

[gob-lob]

@ath-thuraya your area of expertise? LOL

put three f/f ships you like in the tags. doesnt matter how obscure or embarrassing the media, go for it. and no, your m/m ship doesnt count as women

[witchpaladin]

the worst part about that shitty relationship that ruined my ability to trust people is because a lot of it has to do with DID it's pretty much impossible to communicate every little thing that happened without it just sounding completely insane, because it was

short version being that he claimed to also have DID but throughout our relationship his alters and etc kept mirroring or countering mine in ways that were weird and unhealthy but I didn't want to believe he was malingering so for years I made excuses for him

but it got to the point I'd tell him something like "yeah I don't like this character because I associate him with x trauma so his scenes can be triggering and I just avoid that part of the fanbase" and magically he'd spawn that character in his system even tho he'd never watched/read that media before

so basically he went out of his way to read up on that media, lie to me about it (because I'd directly ask him "have you read this yet" and he'd say no) and then randomly one day terrify and confuse my alters by claiming that character just exists as an alter now

and even that we tried to accept but as I started grilling him about the circumstances of the alter forming it became clear he'd manufactured the whole thing because he likes tormenting people

he'd been playing these kind of games for years but it finally got to a point where it was so overt and obvious that we couldn't excuse it anymore. and the realisation that someone would take vulnerable information from a mentally ill person who they claim to love and use it to manipulate and psychologically torture them for years kind of fucked up my trust with other people permanently. so that sucks

it's fucked up that I don't even know what parts of what he told me were lies and it's over such petty crap but the cumulative and mindfucky nature of it basically destroyed my brain

like did he even actually read the media?? did he only start reading it after he introduced this alter because I started questioning him and he realised he needed to beef up his story?

because I remember confronting him, and telling him, but you said you never even read or watched this. how do you have an alter from something you've never read or watched? and his answer was just "oh I guess I lied about that, I actually lie a lot, I'm a compulsive liar", which in itself was something I was hearing for the first time in like 3 years of being in a serious relationship lol

having someone lie to you and manipulate you like that for years when you're already vulnerable and traumatised is so hard to come back from. idk if I'll ever come back from it and it sucks

he did appear on one of my blogs once years ago to basically try to gaslight me and I just laughed in his face and blocked him everywhere. but it drives me nuts because he really has no concept of how much he has destroyed my brain lmao. it's been like 7 years since we met and I still don't trust anyone. I still think everyone is lying to me. I still see red flags in every tiny thing because I made myself ignore so many red flags in that relationship that now even a slight shade of pink puts me on the defensive. and I haven't had a friendship or relationship last more than a few months because I get scared or overwhelmed and I just ghost them and never go back

and. I barely even feel anything about it. because my ability to attach to others has been so wrecked that nothing anyone does hurts me anymore and nobody I lose hurts me anymore

and sometimes I feel bad about the things we said or did in retaliation but it's hard to feel bad about those things when we were in a constant state of distress because of the way we were treated. especially knowing that he holds onto those bits of retaliation as proof of us being the abuser or the instigator or w/e

like richard you can say w/e the fuck you want about the whole thing but you and I both know that the person who started with the lying, and the threats of violence, and the insults, was you. I'd never in my life spoken to people the way I ended up speaking to you and I haven't spoken to anyone like that since

it was you who started with the I hate you, I want to hit you, I hope you die, I'd kill your cats if I was there etc etc etc

I remember it clearly because I even remember when M finally snapped and for the first time answered you the way you speak to us, and he said he hated you and he wanted to punch you in the face, and suddenly you started laughing and said "wait what the fuck, I don't hate you, I'm so sorry, why am I doing this? I love you" and immediately M calmed down and stopped. because it was you who was always the instigator and us who were always just happy to settle into a pretense of normalcy and act like everything was okay

I remember this shit richard. I remember it vividly and every day

I remember you frequently suicide baiting us and keeping us up at night on call, begging you to get off the street and go home

I remember this happening so much that when we couldn't reach you we'd completely panic and we'd start messaging and calling random people who knew you to confirm you were okay

and then you'd come back and act like we were being insane but we thought you were fucking dead! because you'd do this all the time!

and it was all so insane and so stupid that I can't even talk to anyone about it. like congrats you ruined me for other men and not even in a fun way. I just look at everyone and see your lies now

it is so bad sometimes, thinking these things and feeling these things, that I actually want to kill myself. I want it all to end because I don't see how I will ever recover from this, because 7 years later and I still wake up sometimes with it fresh in my mind. and even if I don't remember, every morning I wake up ANGRY. AT NOTHING. AT EVERYTHING. AND I PRETEND NOT TO KNOW WHY- BUT I KNOW

because it was when we'd wake up that we'd immediately check our phone to see the aftermath of whatever had occurred the night before. we'd check to see if you were still angry, if you were still there, if you'd left any messages for us as we slept that will now lead into another argument. it always made R so angry because he had to sit there biting his tongue and just let you mistreat us

actually you know what really sucks is I feel like the only time you were ever truly content in the relationship was when you were regressed and N was taking care of you. any other time it was like you just felt obligated to be there and to pretend to actually like us so you could basically get your ddlg session in

[mohntilyet]

imagine being illario and finally finding the resolve to kill your cousin right. you seduce and fuck a blood mage venatori magister to get her to do this for you. you figure you’ll eventually kill her once you are first talon, tie up the loose end and make it look good for you. a vengeance story! except when your cousin’s body shows up your grandma retreats into herself presumably out of grief and you’re like jesus christ he’s a corpse and still the favorite. at this point you start feeling some regret and at the wake you’re beside yourself. it helps to be really feeling some of that to fool everyone else. but months pass and your grandma still isn’t even discussing the inheritance and you have to be normal because you don’t want to incriminate yourself. and then a year later some random guy (worse if its a de riva tbh) shows up saying they need your cousin to kill an elven god (what.) and he’s the only one who could (insulting). and its at this point your grandma is like “lucanis died… but he is not dead!”. record scratch freezeframe. while you juggle with the fact that the freak woman you fucked specifically to get her to kill your cousin didn’t even kill your cousin AND your grandma didn’t bother telling you (for good reason ofc but she doesn’t know that), you have to lead these assholes to go save him and unravel your hard work. so plan b. you kidnap your grandma and push your (now possessed) cousin away (and then get mad when he actually walks away. because you’re like this). and when your cousin comes dangerously close to figuring out what’s happened with you and the magister, you kill the magister. you ally with those elven gods and venatori (you aren’t sure how you’re going to get out of this one but it’s fine. that’s a hill for future illario) to make sure you have enough backing to stand up against the other houses if they challenge you becoming first talon. you continue to gaslight your cousin into staying away, because if there is one thing you can count on, it’s his literal inner demons and total lack of a support group, you’re certain he’ll fuck it up by himself. you know this because his support group used to be your grandma (dubious) and yourself (lol). you’re almost home free. and caterina will definitely acknowledge you as a player on the board. which isn’t important but it would be nice, right. BUT THEN IT TURNS OUT. YOUR COUSIN HAS RECENTLY MADE 7 FRIENDS. one of whom can speak to the fucking dead because of course he can. and then some of those friends show up to publicly humiliate you at the dinner party that should have been YOUR crowning moment. your grandma ALSO shows up to tell everyone you have gathered that your cousin is first talon. your cousin gapes at her because he doesn’t actually even want it so it’s kind of awkward for everyone. and then when you’re sure he’s about to ask viago de riva to poison you to death, he actually tells him just to take you away. because OF COURSE he’s being the bigger person. anyways the point is i’m surprised illario just lets himself be taken away because if i were him i would have started biting people and then bombed the villa

[ai-the-broccoli]

.... Yeahhhh I REALLY think not.

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[dollfacefantasy]

can't get started ♡

older bf!logan howlett x fem!reader

logan can't get it up one night and is humiliated. but that just means he'll have to prove he can still satisfy you.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, daddy kink, age gap (reader in 20s)

a/n: the part in dpw where he said he's got whiskey dick with the claws turned me on too much tbh

This had never happened to Logan before.

That wasn't a lie he was telling you to make himself look less pathetic. It wasn't an affirmation he repeated in his own head to feel like he was still hot shit. It was the truth. One he would swear to on anything.

He'd never had a problem getting it up before.

Not with you, not with anyone. He thought the healing factor made him immune to whiskey dick or any kind of down-there dysfunction. But apparently not. Because the two of you finally had some time alone after being amidst the chaos of the mansion all day and his body was stalling.

The second he had the bedroom door shut, you were dragging him over to the bed and climbing into his lap. You were doing everything like usual. Your lips pressed against his, and then moved to his jawline and down his neck. Your hands glided across the firm muscles of his chest. Your hips rolled down against his lap, beckoning the appendage between his legs to reciprocate your desire.

But it just wouldn't. He tried to make it because it wasn't a matter of not wanting you. He wanted you bad. 

He grabs your chin and brings your lips back up to his mouth so he can communicate his passion wordlessly. He digs his fingers into your hips, feeling the beginnings of where your flesh swells into your ass. He envisions how you'd been prancing around the whole day, cute tits pushing against the fabric of your t-shirt and calling out for him to grab.

You're so soft and warm. The little mewls that leave your lips sound like calls of angels up above. It doesn't matter though. His cock had clocked out for the night.

"God damnit," he grumbles before brushing you off his lap and bringing his fist down against the mattress. He sighs and his head hangs.

He can already sense the look on your face. Worry, hesitation, and affection swirling into one humiliating look. He feels your hand find his shoulder, the touch tender and accepting.

"It's ok, Logan. We don't have to," you say. Your tone is so soft and gentle, and it just drives him fucking nuts.

"But you want to," he says and looks over at you. The look in your eyes kills him. He knows you don't mean it, but it looks so patronizing. As if he's an old dog about to be taken out back and old yeller'd.

"Yeah but I don't want you to force yourself. We can just cuddle," you offer, sweet as can be.

"It's not forcing, I want to do this. I want you so bad," he says and cups your cheek. He pulls you back onto his lap and nuzzles your neck. "Been thinking about this all day."

You let out a little sigh as he lays some kisses on the column of your throat, and that gives him a spark of hope. Maybe he can do this. Maybe he doesn't have to be put out to pasture just yet. The two of you make out and grind and feel each other up some more. But eventually your tits are all but in his face and his dick still doesn't have a pulse.

He huffs and pulls back. 'Fuck, I'm sorry, sweetheart," he says.

You watch him, the gleam in your eyes as adoring as ever. It was the same look you gave him when you'd have to explain a basic function of a cell phone to him.

"It's ok. You don't have to be embarrassed," you reassure and lean in to peck his cheek.

He groans and gently brushes you off. "Don't. I don't need you coddling me."

"I'm just saying. I understand," you say with conviction, hands splaying on your chest to physically convey your empathy, "It happens to lots of guys when they get older. You don't have to be ashamed of it with me."

And in that moment, he wishes he didn't have his mutation so he could just die on the spot from being utterly mortified. He'd actually have preferred if you laughed in his face and called him an old man. A sad, old, perverted fuck who decided to date some half his age even though he couldn't keep up with her appetite. If you'd told him you were gonna find someone who could satisfy you, it probably would've stung less than being talked to like a patient who doesn't know their cancer is terminal.

There was no chance in hell, you'd ever do any of that though. As much as he hated that fact right now, it was part of why he loved you.

All he does is mumble a thank you and kiss the corner of your mouth. He doesn't just cuddle you after though. He gets you off on his thigh. You were still going to cum even if he couldn't. When you're done, he holds you close and rubs your back till you're sleeping curled up to his side.

His night isn't very restful though. It's haunted with the prospect of future incidents like this, of your perception of him changing. The look in your eyes changing from admiration to pity.

He can't live with that. The next day for the two of you is super busy, but he makes sure there's a spot at the end of it for him to secure his redemption.

This time around it's him carting you away from the others once the sun is down, mouth on the curve of your neck before you even reach the bedroom. His hands grope your waist and paw at your tits. You stumble into the door, bumping it loud enough that you'd be worried about someone hearing you if they weren't all downstairs.

"Logan..." you giggle. You push your ass back against him and glance at him out of your peripheral.

"Not what you're gonna be calling me before the night is done, sweet thing," he grunts and boosts you up.

Your legs press into his sides to support yourself as he opens the door. He takes the two of you inside and kicks it shut behind him before heading to the bed and tossing you on the mattress.

You look up at him with a coy smile, arms propping you up and one of your legs extended to entice him.

"You know... you don't have to prove anything to me, right?" you say.

"Oh, I don't?" he asks and grabs your ankle, pulling you to the edge of the bed so your hips meet, "You're too easy to please, babydoll."

Another laugh bubbles through your lips. Your legs drop to lock around his waist. "I'm just saying. It's like totally normal, and I don't want you to get all grumpy about it."

"Oh, I get grumpy, do I?" he asks as he leans over you. His large body envelopes yours on the mattress. He ducks down further to swallow your words up with kisses.

You hum into the exchange but pull back a little to finish your thought.

"Mhm, you do. And I just don't want you to feel that way cause I knew when we got together what I was getting into," you say.

Your confidence is so cute. You talk with absolute certainty, like you understand all there is to be understood about him. Like you'd known him forever and he hadn't been doing things like this for decades longer than you walked this earth.

His mouth crashes against yours again, his body weighing down on you and crushing you into the mattress. 

"You did, hm? You knew what you were getting into? You got with me thinking I wouldn't be able to give it to you how you need all the time?" he mutters against your skin.

"I didn't mean it like-"

"Didn't mean it like that? How'd you mean it then, sweetheart?"

"I dunno..."

"Doesn't sound like you knew what you were getting into to me," he breathes.

That little sentence that you'd said in an attempt to comfort him unlocked something between the two of you. He felt his cock waking up and pressing against his zipper, eager to get out and slide home. It's hard to register your clothes being pulled off when he's got his tongue in your mouth and his fingers playing with your clit. In no time at all, he's got the both of you bare and his cock nestled between your thighs.

Like he already knew, the issue last night had never been about lack of desire. And he intended to prove that to you, fuck you so good it wiped your memory of any placating word that fell from your lips.

He ruts into you hard. The mattress rocks on the bed frame and threatens to slide off. His dick is big and even though it's not a new sensation for you, each time you take it is a stretch. It's even more so when he pushes you up by the back of your knees. You whine as you're folded in half. His thrusts hit your sweet spot every time at this angle.

"Thought you knew what you were getting into?" he teases as he pistons himself in and out.

You mewl and bob your head, though you aren't sure if you're shaking your head or nodding.

"Fuckkkk, Logan. 'm sorry," you pant. Your walls squeeze tight around his shaft as your eyes close up. He made every part of your body contract and feel like it was moments from exploding.

He simply laughs at your apology. "Don't gotta be sorry. You didn't do anything wrong. I'm just showing you what happens when I get older."

His balls hang heavy and swing with each motion, clapping against your ass. The heat between your legs is enough to make you squirm. Constant whimpers pour from your lips as he fucks into you without mercy.

"I know," you moan, "You fuck me better than anyone else."

"That's right," he grunts, "Nobody else could fuck you like this. Just me."

"Mhm, just daddy," you slur and cling onto him tighter. Your arms hook around his neck and keep his sweaty skin flush against yours.

"Just daddy," he repeats, his tone smooth like silk despite his raspy voice, "You don't need anyone else. Not when I can take care of you like this."

His tip prods at your cervix, making you yelp and buck. He doesn't stop though, just keeps battering into you, hammering into your warm, wet hole.

"You don't need any little boys thinking they know how to handle you," he breathes and nuzzles your neck, "Your old man can handle you just fine, make you cum whenever you need."

A strangled cry leaves your lips. Your nails dig into his back so hard that it seems like you wanted to draw blood. His words just make you melt for him. Reduce you down to a compliant jumble of flesh for him to mold and play with how he wants.

"Needa cum right now, daddy," you whine.

"I know you do, spoiled girl. You act so understanding, but I know that little pussy is aching to cum around my cock. To get filled up with my cum," he murmurs.

You nod wildly.

He chuckles at your eagerness and snaps against you even harder.

"Hold on tight, baby," he whispers.

His hips ricochet off your ass, clapping against you with intensity that borders on violent. You squeal and hang on as directed. Your whole body rocks with his momentum. Your head bobbles around like it's empty, which it is. Empty of everything but him.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck," you whimper.

"Let it out for me. Let me feel you burst, pretty girl," he grunts as he continues plowing into you.

Your body rolls. Your hips vibrate with the ecstasy release brings you. It crashes over you in one intense wave, like a gallon of liquid euphoria being poured over you. Your eyes flutter, and you bury your face in his neck like he has his in yours.

He fucks you through it. Coos in your ear too. "That's my baby. My sweet girl. Always sound so pretty when you're cumming."

One of your hands flies up to clutch at his thick, dark hair. Keeping him close keeps the words flowing.

"Getting so tight for me, fuck. No one can make me cum like you, honey. Drains me dry every fucking time."

Moments later he spurts into you, unloading thick ropes of his spend inside you. You let out another moan from that sensation alone. He growls and pants against your skin, his hands locking you in place as his hips pummel into your cunt and make sure every last drop has been released.

He lingers on you for a few moments before pulling out. His body feels loose in the afterglow. He stands at the edge of the bed and looks down at himself and then you. He knows he's gonna have to clean you up. Your inner thighs are shimmery with a mix of fluids, and the bush of dark hair at the base of his cock is in the same condition.

"Time to shower, baby?" he asks and pats your leg. You don't respond at first and he smirks. "Or did I tire you out too much?"

You whine something incoherent and shift to turn your face against the blankets. His smug look grows. He crawls over you again and nips at your jaw, rubbing his nose against your cheekbone.

"You know, it's ok, sweetheart. It's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's totally normal for pretty little things like you. I knew that going in."

His tone mimics your soft and understanding one from earlier. You make a little growl and swat at his bicep.

“Shut up, old man.”

[3rdgenlesbean]

Rhysand Stans can get the heat too tbh.

[shanesevikasfuckdoll]

NSFW Alphabet with Sevika 🦾

She's so daddy, I love her so much 🦾

I'm lowkey not that original, but I wanted to try it out. hehe

🚫Men and Minors DNI🚫

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Aftercare with her consists of her getting a towel, cleaning you up, holding you in her arms in silence, or she kisses your forehead until you fall asleep. And then right after, if she can't sleep, she'll just admire your sleeping naked body, and smiles to herself while lighting a cigar.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Her favourite part of her body is her mechanical arm. Although a pain to clean, she can't help but admire the weapon not just an extension of herself, but a part of her too. At fiirst, she kind of hated her prosthetic, but now, she like to tweak it once in awhile, (I wanna headcanon it vibrating, honestly, but she won't put it in you, to keep you from getting hurt, if anything were to malfunction.) and admires it once in a while. Although, it is a weapon, I mean you've seen how she flexes her arm during fight scenes, right? She's grown to love it.

For you, her favourite part of you is your hips. No further questions.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She'll cum in your mouth when she face fucks you, anf make you lick her clean. Or, she doesn't, and she just looks down at your face with her cum in your mouth. She also does the same for you, but often, when she finger you, she'll make you suck all your cum off her fingers.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Sevika's dirty secret is that she secretly enjoys being a sub sometimes. Hey, she's a busy, and tired woman. Sometimes it just feels good to be the one to take. Although, she'd never bring it up, but let's just say she was more than eager, when you brought it up, although she pretended to be not be too fond of the idea to keep her dom personality.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She frequents the brothel, she knows what she's doing, and she's excellent at it. Although, she's never had an experience subbing before, but she pretty much knows what she's doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any, as long as she can see your face, and tits bouncing.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

At first, she was very serious in bed when she was still trying to put up the act, but after awhile, she let down her walls, after you showed her it was okay to laugh during sex. But most of the time, it's very intimate, and serious.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Nope, I'm a Sevika bush truther, also, she's again a busy woman. And yes, I firmly believe she has a happy trail.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Before she met you, sex for her was just a way to let off some steam, no strings attached, no intimacy. But, when she met you, it was like her whole world flipped upside down. There's a first time for everything, right? During sex, she can get pretty rough, and she's all for the pleasure and all, but there are times after sex where Sevika would whisper sweet nothings into your ear, until you fall asleep, combing your hair, kissing your face, and cuddling you until, or during sleep.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She rubs one out every so often when you're gone for too long, but she doesn't see the point of it when you're right there for her to fuck, right?

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks

Power play, humiliation kink, public sex, etc. etc. (I tbh can't think of a thing, it's just alot. heh.)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere, and everywhere. This woman is a rabbit, her libido can get in the way sometimes, so often, she'll just lull you aside, and fuck you right then and there. To the point where you don't even know where you HAVEN'T fucked yet.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Just you in general. Seeing you walk around, and your hips subtly sway? You're getting it. Drinking a glass of water? You're getting it.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Now that she's serious about you, her biggest no has got to be threesomes now. She's tried it before, but now, there's no intimacy in it. A big no for her is also making you, or her feel jealous on purpose. That woman values loyalty than anything, so if she sees anything that mocks her, or your commitment to each other, she's turning away. (I might just be projecting hehe)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving of course. Unless ut's a long hard day, and she needs to blow off some steam, you'd be happy to give to her. Or ever so often, you guys would just 69, although it's not her favourite.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and hard. (Need I explain?)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Often, but it's you that makes the quickie into an actual quicky. She gets lost in you, and she forgets that she has shit to do, so after an one orgasm, you remind her of her, or your task, and then continue on later.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Loves public, or semi public sex, where the both of you might get caught, but not actually. She's willing to experiment as much as you want. She'll never go through with something that neither of you want to do.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Until you pass out and die, to be honest. (haha, no) Until you say the safeword, or just as I said, until she fucks your brains out, until you pass out.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She has alot of dildos actually, all different sizes, length, and color. Her favourite has got to be the shimmer strap though, and coming in to second place is the 7 inch one, that has her skin color. She also has vibrators that she'll use on you when you're out, when she's feeling particularly rougish that day.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

If you've been a brat all day, or you disobey her, she'll tease you to her heart's content. She can last hours just edging you, until you finally break. She's particularly patient in that sense.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Quiet grunts, heavy breaths, and all that, not very loud. But, if she's on the recieving end, she'll let out muted whimpers, but still not very loud, but just enough so it's hot and sexy.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She let you use a vibrator for her once, and you kept teasing her all day, until she pulled you aside, and pleaded to let her cum. (That's subby Sevika for ya)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Her tits are a nice B cup, her nipples are decent sized, and color cedar. She has a bush down there with a happy trail. Her pussy has a nice shade of brown, and her clit being a lighter one. (Oh my god, I tbh did not know what to write for this, and I had to google color names, I'm sorry 😭)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High, I mean like high, high. You're both really turned on by each other, but often times, she'll fuck you any time she can. Can't blame her, you're just hot. Or she'll masturbate to your photos when you're out on a girl's night out, or when she's away for a business trip.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

When she's had a particularly long day, she's out like a light after sex. Just know she snores loud sometimes too, but that's pkay, you love her anyway. Or on normal days, she usually waits for you to fall asleep, so she can smoke a bit, and then comes back to hold you, and falls asleep herself.

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I hope this was somewhat decent, hehe I warned you all from the very beginning, I am not a writer, heh. Just wanna try this out for fun, hope u like it.