𝐗𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀. @xevic - Tumblr Blog

rules ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 about me ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

#info ♡#asks ♡#works ♡#rambles ♡#reqs ♡#butch bait #masc bait

──────── About Xevia:

I don’t like sharing much about myself, I’m rather secretive after being betrayed multiple times. Don’t ask me personal questions, I likely won’t answer them at all.

You can call me Xevia, I’m 17, and a junior in high school. I am feminine representing and use she/her pronouns. I like butches and mascs, and I’m single, however hard to please. I’m mentally unstable which is why I might sound stoic or simply rude sometimes.

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──────── Xevia’s rules:

Don’t be rude, I assure you I don’t give a shit and I block freely.

No limits for writing, but don’t force me to write anything, I don’t do requests that don’t appeal to me.

I write whatever I want so if you have a problem with it, fuck off. Block me, I really don’t give a shit what you think, it’s just the Internet.

#info ♡

strap, belly bulging, sweet dirty talk

Ellie’s finger hooked under your chin as she pulled you closer and made you grind down harder on her strap—her big, bulbous strap that filled up every inch of you until you could feel the toy outlining outside, creating an obscene bulge on your tummy.

Oh, she loved you like this when you looked like you existed simply to please her.

Her hips snapped up, catching you by surprise. The strap sank inside deeper with the filthiest wet sound ever, drool escaping your parted lips and trickling down your chin in messy globs.

“Would you look at that? My poor bunny’s drooling all over herself,” Ellie teased, voice so soft you could barely hear her. If it weren’t for her words, you’d think she was comforting you in her sweet, soft tone.

Ellie is a pussy drunk mess when giving head but you like her this way.

She could be such a scary thing if she wanted to be but when she was between your legs, getting her face smothered by your dripping cunt, the only thing she could think of was the way your clit twitched against her hot skin, because she knew that meant you wanted her more and more.

There was nothing Ellie wanted more than your responsive body, and the way you spoke to her while you used her face, knowing fully well she had a gun loaded in her holster.

Having her face between your legs while on a patrol wasn’t new. She didn’t care if anyone walked in on her having the time of her life because quite frankly, she felt like she was as high as a kite.

Her tongue disappeared in your cunt as she chased that feeling, that textured bit in your pussy that always had you grabbing Ellie by a handful of her short auburn hair, driving her face deeper in your folds so you could ride her face like she wanted you to.

She found it, stroking her tongue against it almost condescendingly slow… teasing you, taunting you with her tongue: use my face, if you dare.