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IM A SLOW WRITER I will get to your request!! questions + short stuff will get answered before longer fic stuff :)

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Currently writing this while sweating. I'm very jealous of their beach time...

Girlfriend Mari at the Beach

You knew that your girlfriend loved the beach, which was why it was so unsurprising that she sprung an impromptu beach trip on you.

"It'll be fun!" she promised. "But it's so hot out..." "That's what the ocean is for, duh." "Then we have to lug everything back all sandy..." "Yeah, but," Mari stood, dragging you up by your arm. She wrapped her arms around your neck, looking at you expectantly. "I got a brand new bathing suit."

That was all it took for you to pack everything into the car and go.

Girlfriend Mari who planned this day last week without telling you just so she could surprise you with mentioned new bathing suit. It was a bright yellow/orange color that contrasted her tan skin and she knew that you'd be absolutely obsessed. She even bought new sunglasses in advance (because she knew you couldn't say no to her plans).

Girlfriend Mari who tans in a way that purposefully shows off her abs. She knows that you're watching her, so she spends extra time tanning her front, arching her back so she "doesn't get weird tan lines" on her stomach. That's not the real reason, but you don't really care. You don't care about much else right now other than taking in your very hot in every sense girlfriend beside you.

Girlfriend Mari who insists on putting your sunscreen on as an excuse to touch you. She knows that you're capable of doing it yourself and she also knows that she can just touch you without needing an excuse, but this was more fun. She'd spend extra time rubbing it in, making sure every inch was covered, and leaving little kisses on your body where the sunscreen didn't yet coat. She'd especially be a pain when she did your legs-- getting down on her knees and looking up at you in a way that made your breath hitch.

Girlfriend Mari who, even though this was her idea, expected you to pack all of her favorite foods and drinks. You did, obviously, and all she has to do is hold out her hand and you're handing her a cold soda and a homemade sandwich. You also brought your wallet since you knew that she'd want to go food truck hopping later and potentially hit some stores along the boardwalk. You just loved to spoil her and she knew it!

Girlfriend Mari who, after tanning, is antsy and ready to do anything and everything. She's social, so she's definitely up to join someone else's volleyball game. Her team wins, too, and she's sure to gloat about it. Any time someone had spiked the ball in your direction, she spiked it back at them ten times harder. She also encouraged you the whole time... kind of. She's a little rough around the edges with her praises, but you know she means well. She just wants to win!

Girlfriend Mari who can't help but splash you in the ocean-- it's just too tempting. If anyone else splashed you though, it wasn't as funny. See, Mari could do whatever she wanted because you loved her and she's your girlfriend, but no one else gets the same treatment (her logic). You knew that she'd be jumping on you and trying to dunk you, so you didn't bother to do any makeup or do your hair this morning. She was predictable like that in the best ways, plus, it was only the beach.

Girlfriend Mari who is immediately at the ice cream truck getting water ices and slushies after swimming. She also had to take your wallet and (you called it) go to a bunch of food trucks. She'd want to try a few different things and share them all with you. She's not sharing her hamburger, though, that was too precious to her.

Girlfriend Mari who complains about sitting and looking for shells (she'd much rather soak up the last bit of sun before it set or join the group a few feet away who were in the middle of an intense game of frisbee) but then gets so into it. She wants to see who can find the most shells, since everything has to get a tiny bit competitive, but really she's focused on finding the nicest ones for you. She knows that you're sentimental and these will probably wind up on a shelf in your shared apartment, so she wants them to be the best on the beach.

Girlfriend Mari who picked this beach because she knew the sunset was always incredible here. She knew that it'd be a long day, but that the two of you could curl up together and watch the sun disappear into the water. She's romantic like that and she's especially grateful that you put up with her every day and that you agreed to take her to the beach. She knows that you'll do it again too, whenever she wants.

(and maybe also face-riding, groping, and free use with dom!shauna receiving....)

i have too many ideas!!! unfortunately i will continue to leave perverted ideas in ur inbox!!!!

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IM TAKING NOTES 📝📝📝

i feel like i am long overdue for a somno shauna fic ive been meaning to get around to that..

ᥫ᭡ No crash au, Jackie in her 20s Word count: 1.6k

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Thank you!!! LOVE THIS IDEA what's gayer than some friends to lovers realness

Bsf!Mari, gender neutral terms for readers ex, fluff & comfort

When you told Mari the news, she jumped in her car and practically raced to your house. Your relationship had just crumbled and you didn’t know who else to call. You couldn’t imagine anyone else comforting you like Mari could. You just didn't want to see anyone else except for your best friend.

You knew she’d be right over, too, considering she was always there for you when you needed her. You didn’t exactly know how she’d handle the news since she was never a fan of your partner anyway, but you had faith in her ability to make a bad situation survivable.

"I just can't believe it's over," you cried into her shoulder.

You and your partner had been on and off, but this time it was actually done. You could excuse a lot of behavior, but them talking to another girl on the side was not one of them.

Mari warned you that they seemed the type a while ago, but your best friend held her tongue on the ‘I told you so’s’ for now.

"They're a dick," Mari said, rubbing your shoulder as she pouted too.

Honestly, she seemed more offended by the emotional cheating than you did. When you first told her how it all happened, you basically had to hold her back. You'd never seen your best friend actually get physical and hurt someone else, but you didn't doubt that she was capable. Especially when it came to you.

"You don't think it was my fault, do you?" you asked, sitting up a bit. "I mean, I'd been working a little harder lately, and... oh God, it was probably when I started hanging out with Jackie more. I wasn't being--"

"Hey, stop," Mari squeezed your shoulder. "No way you're blaming yourself right now for them being an idiot. You're the best person I know, seriously. It wasn't some dumb hangout or a neglect thing. Not that that's an excuse anyway."

"Are you sure?"

"Think about it," she smiled, rolling her eyes. "If I started exclusively hanging out with someone new and I was busy all the time, wouldn't you talk to me about it?"

"Well yeah, but--"

"Or would you just say ‘fuck you!’ and get a new best friend?"

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. "You're ridiculous. I'd talk to you, duh.”

"So there you have it," she gave your thigh a loving smack. "Emotional maturity in a nutshell, which they clearly did not have. So, it's no great loss."

"You make it sound so simple," you said, secretly so grateful for Mari's attitude. She could be cut and dry when it mattered, which differed from your emotional approaches.

"Because it is simple," she stood, pulling you up and into a tight hug. "You're... you deserve someone better. Someone who knows how to handle rough patches. Someone to be there for you, always."

"It just seems so impossible," you groaned. "You know I'm picky, Mar. The only one who really gets me is..."

You both fell silent, knowing the answer. Of course, Mari was the one who always understood you. She was the one who always defended you and took your side in every argument. She was the one who made you laugh when you were sad and dragged you out of the house when you were mopey.

She remembered your mom's birthday and your favorite movie... You always thought it was just best friend stuff. It was too much to unpack now, especially since your emotions were so raw, but in the future?

You didn't say anything, but you saw a glimmer of hope in her dark, brown eyes. You noticed her shiny hair and her full lips, her throat bobbed as you took her in, in full.

Maybe it was your time to do stuff for her, just like she did for you. Something to make you feel better, while also testing out something a little new.

"Hey," you smiled, genuinely for the first time all day. It felt like a fog had lifted. "Let's get slushies."

"You mean it?" she asked, gripping your hand. "But you get brain freezes."

"Worth it," you said. "But we're walking. I need some fresh air, and your driving scares the shit out of me."

"Fine.” The door shut behind you both and the warm, outside air hit your face. "You'll learn to love my driving one day. It's efficient."

"It's reckless," you took her hand, swinging it, entwined with yours. It was days like this that felt limitless, especially with your best friend here. "You speed. My mom would kill me if she knew how you drove. And that I ever willingly got in your car at all."

"Yeah, well, your mom wouldn't be in my passenger seat," she said. "I don't just drive anyone around."

"I'm special," you said. A statement, because you knew it was true.

"There's that emotional intelligence we love," Mari broke your hands apart to wrap an arm around your shoulder.

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We love u jealous Shauna !!! Sorry I can't make her jealous without making her be a little pathetic too as a treat

You hadn’t been distant, per se; you just made some new friends.

It wasn't your fault that Nat and Lottie were both popular and attractive. You didn't look at them that way, of course, but Shauna had eyes. She saw the way that other people looked at the pair, and felt a little annoyed whenever you spent too much time with them.

She knew that you were loyal, but she still couldn't help it. She trusted you, but Nat and Lottie always invited you to hang out exclusively.

"It's a girly thing," you'd reassure her. "You'd hate it." "Yeah, but why don't I ever get an invite? They're stealing my girl away."

She was joking, but there was a hint of actual worry in her tone.

The whole time you were gone, Shauna stewed. She tried to watch TV and calm herself down-- she tried to put on some music and scroll mindlessly through her phone, but it was no use.

She couldn't recall a time when she felt so pathetic and she hated it. She used to be the one going out and making her lovers wonder where she was. She never used to get attached and play the part of jealous, clingy girlfriend. When had she become this?

She pulled out her phone:

9:19 pm wya? 9:19 pm babe 9:20 pm r u seriously ignoring me for nat and lottie rn? 9:21 pm whatever lol idec 9:25 pm im being a dick just pls come home

She threw her phone down, running a hand through her hair. God, she just made everything worse.

It was past ten before you got home, cutting your night with the girls short after you saw Shauna's frantic texts.

"Babe?" you called out, shutting and locking your front apartment door behind you. "Shaun?"

Shauna emerged from the bedroom seconds later, with her tail between her legs practically. "Hi."

"Hi?" you questioned. "I thought something was wrong."

“Nothing’s wrong,” she said. “I just missed you.”

“Shauna, what the fuck?” you nearly scolded. “You made me cut the night short with Nat and Lottie.”

She wrapped her arms around you, nuzzling into your neck, trying to get you to forgive her jealousy easier. “Babe, you know I get jealous. Can you blame me?”

“Yes, actually,” you pushed her off-- not hard, but a shove, nonetheless. “You know we’re just friends. Just because you think Lottie’s hot--"

“Woah, woah, I only have eyes for you,” Shauna interrupted, peppering your forehead with kisses. It was an oddly sweet gesture. “I just wanted you home with me tonight. I can make popcorn and we can watch one of those girly movies?”

“Girly movies” just meant anything romantic to Shauna.

“You’re just trying to butter me up now.”

“Butter you up? Like--"

“Do not make a popcorn joke right now, I’ll have Nat come pick me up.”

You hated to encourage her jealous and possessive behaviors, but also? It was kinda nice just sitting here with her and staying in. You knew that you would have to set boundaries soon and talk to her if you wanted to be able to have stress-free girls nights, but it was also nice to know that your company was in such high demand.

Plus, you knew that Shauna was extra mushy when she thought you were mad at her.

Maybe you gave her a little more attitude than necessary just so she’d kiss you softly and sweetly. Maybe you tortured her longer than necessary so she’d be extra generous in bed later.

As for a lighthearted idea, I'm being a bit indecisive. I can't really decide which YJ to make it about, so I'll leave it up to you. But my general idea is a no crash au in which barista!reader gets asked out by (insert YJ here), who became a regular at the cafe because of the cute barista. Maybe also leading to their first kiss? Again, up to you.

But yeah, that's the idea that I came up with

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Ignore how long this took me, LOL, I decided to make this Nat because I haven't written for her before !! I was tempted to make this Shauna (because I'm selfish), but let's be real, Shauna is not getting a job.

I Know What You Want

Nat x Reader, fluff, flirting

she/her pronouns used for reader

You hated having roommates, you really did. You had been trying to get this paper done all week, but of course, your roommate had to have her friends over.

You were done trying to work through the noise, constantly getting distracted, so you decided to just go downtown to your local coffee shop. Isn't that what college students always did in TV shows?

You had been there once or twice before with friends, but you definitely weren't a regular. That was the other issue— you didn’t particularly like coffee. Well, aside from the shitty instant Keurig you had in your room for emergency all-nighters only. Coffee was coffee, though.

Now, standing and staring at the menu, it was overwhelming. You weren’t even aware there were so many variations of blends, types, and flavors. A latte, a macchiato, a cappuccino…

"Um," you began, swallowing as you looked up at the menu. You could tell the guy behind the counter was getting fed up with you. "What's your favorite thing on the menu?"

He huffed, irritated. He ran a hand through his spiky, black hair. "Anything, I don't know. I drink it black."

Unhelpful.

"Oh, well, um," you thought aloud, but then another figure rounded the corner. The girl looked behind her to leave one more puff of smoke in the back room, seemingly coming back from a smoke break.

And... she was really cute.

"Wow, Kev, you really know how to make a sale," she teased him, tightening her apron. She even made the cafe’s corny uniform and hat look good.

"Shut up, Nat," he said, smiling, moving away from the register.

"Go organize the cups, or something," she said, tapping the register a few times to erase whatever he had done previously. That is, before she looked up at you. "Sorry, he's a d-- I mean, he's not great with the customers. Were you able to land on something to order?"

Her eyes were so blue. Or were they green? Maybe a little hazel? It was hard to tell. They were gorgeous, though, and currently flittering around your face in intrigue. "Not really," you replied, a light flush covering your cheeks.

"That's okay," she said, looking up at the menu behind her, herself. "Do you like sweet? Or strong?"

"Strong, I guess?" you replied. "I'm here to get a paper done, actually."

"Ah, you're a student?" she asked, a smile meeting her full lips. "Well, anything with espresso should do the trick."

"Can it be, um, flavored?" you asked dumbly, earning a laugh from her. Her laugh gave you butterflies too-- just like everything else, it seemed.

"Yeah, it can have any flavor you want," she said.

"I like vanilla," you said, scanning the menu one last time.

"Strong and vanilla?" she asked. "I know what you want. I'll make it special for you and then bring it over."

"Thank you," you said, reaching into your purse as you waited for her to ring you up.

"First cup is on me," she said, waving a hand. "First-time customer discount."

"Really? Are you allowed to do that?"

"Probably not," she shrugged.

She turned to make your coffee special, so you left to find an empty table. You couldn't help but feel obviously flattered by the attention and special treatment. You wondered if this 'Nat' did this for a lot of girls, or if this was something more real.

It wasn't too crowded, so you were able to find an empty table that was quiet enough for you to get some work done. Though, you didn't know how much work you'd actually get done now, since you kept looking over to see Nat making your drink and occasionally throwing glances your way.

You didn't know why you were letting this turn into something bigger than it probably was, but what could you say? You were a romantic.

Natalie added in some vanilla sweetener, ignoring the glances from Kevyn. "Don't," she warned. "Don't what?" he asked, rolling a coffee bean between his fingers. "Are you being flirty, Scatorccio? Gonna write your number on the cup?" "Considering these cups are ceramic, no," she finished the drink, stirring it thoroughly. "So write it on the napkin," he prodded. "She's cute." "I know she's cute!" she said, whispering louder.

When Nat was finished, she walked your coffee carefully over to you, placing it down on the table without any spillage.

"Here you go," she said, rocking back and forth on her heels, satisfied with herself. "Try it."

"Right now?" you asked, stifling a laugh. "Okay."

You sipped it as she waited eagerly.

"It's good," you said, swallowing. "It's hot."

"Well, it's hot coffee," she let out a short laugh.

You could feel the butterflies starting up in your stomach again. You wanted to hear that sound again and again, especially if you were the cause of it.

"It's really good," you took another sip. "Might have to come back tomorrow."

"Good," she said, walking back behind the register with a pep in her step. "I'll hold you to that."

You did, of course.

You didn't need a quiet place to focus or a real reason to want a cup of coffee, but you wanted to see her again. She wanted to see you too, judging by the smile on her face upon spotting you.

"Hey," she greeted, straightening her work hat. "You're back."

"I'm back," you said, nervously.

"Same order?"

"If you make it special like last time."

"Always special for you."

So it became a thing. A daily thing. You would've stopped if Nat didn't look so happy to see you every single time. She would try to make small talk, but it was hard with the rush of the cafe. It was a blessing in disguise when, one day, she wasn't behind the counter. 

It was that guy again, the same guy who gave you an attitude the first time. You tried not to look too disappointed, but you must've been obviously crestfallen. 

"Nat's out back," he said without missing a beat. "Taking a smoke break." 

You nodded, looking up as if you were scanning the menu again.

"You can go out the side door," he spoke again. He must've known that you were clearly not there for coffee, anyway. "She's probably sitting next to the dumpster." 

"Thanks," you said with a tight smile. 

You walked through the cafe to the side door, pushing it open with some force. You didn't have a plan exactly, but you also didn't come all this way not to say hi. 

She was easy to find since she was the only one out there, and there was a cloud of smoke above where she was sitting. 

When she spotted you, she look almost embarrassed. Her eyes widened and she stood, wiping the gravel off of her pants. "Hi," she said, surprised, neatening herself. "Kev told you where I'd be?" 

"Yeah," you said, trying to dull the smile that was forming. The same smile Nat always got out of you, it seemed. 

"Sorry, I know it's gross out here," she said, flicking the cigarette down and stepping further away from the dumpster. "Not a super romantic spot." 

"Romantic?" 

"Shit, I mean—"

"I'm messing with you," you said. "The garbage smell is really setting the mood." 

"Oh yeah?" she went along with it, pushing herself off the brick to move closer. 

"Yeah."

You wet your lips, seeing Nat's eyes flick down to watch. She let out a nervous chuckle at the gesture, rubbing her neck with the back of her hand. 

“Kevyn could’ve made your coffee,” she teased, wanting to see how bold you’d be. “It’s actually just a—“

“Don’t reveal your secret recipe,” you nudged her boot with your shoe. “Besides, I don’t want him to make it. It wouldn’t be special. And that’s not why I keep coming back.”

“You don’t come here every day for the world’s best cup of Joe?”

“No, I…” you laughed, covering your face. “I actually don’t even like coffee.”

“What?” she said, between bouts of laughter. “You drank the whole thing every time!”

“I didn’t want you to think I didn’t like it!”

The two of you were really laughing now— it all felt so natural. You don’t know how the two of you clicked so fast, but it had happened.

“You don’t have to keep coming to order coffee you don’t like,” Nat said as the laughter died down. “Why don’t you let me take you somewhere?”

“I’d like that.”

You wet your lips again without even realizing, but you did notice Nat’s thick swallow.

"I kinda wanna kiss you right now," she said, almost despite herself.

"Right next to the dumpster?"

Hi!! Of course :D I'll do Nat's alphabet next. I'll probably end up doing both, but I'll start with whichever one is giving me more motivation at that time, LOL.

can we all agree that no one is an eater like lottie ??

you have to forcibly remove her from your pussy because she just keeps lapping up everything you're offering and you're getting increasingly overstimulated.

she has a serious thing for your cum, like, it's all she wants to consume. she's smearing it around and genuinely losing hours of her life between your legs because time disappears when she's down there.

Need butch reader and s3 wilderness butch Shauna with a breeding kink. But that's all it is. Just a kink she doesn't ACTUALLY want to get you pregnant. You're not even dating just fooling around. That is until she actually gets you pregnant, then suddenly your not just a fun fuck anymore and she low key starts getting protective over the baby. Won't let you do a thing even early in the pregnancy. Shauna who actually starts falling for you and getting soft, and suddenly her plan to stay in the wilderness is out the window cause she will do literally ANYTHING to get you and her out before you have the baby.

IM HEARING YOU OUT! I got so carried away with this oops.

Shauna x reader, breeding, accidental pregnancy, piv (unsafe, obvi), slightly dubious consent (? she doesn't pull out when you tell her to, but you're not entirely meaning it), wilderness setting, fluff at the end

Oops!...We Did It Again (And Again)

Word count: 2.3k

Minors DNI

You honestly had never even thought about being pregnant. Sure, maybe you wanted a few kids, but you didn't necessarily think that you'd be the one carrying.

It was kind of a blurry picture, usually. A hazy future with a few kids, maybe a dog... But then everything changed. Everything obviously changed after the plane had crashed-- your entire life was flipped upside down, but it also meant that Shauna came into the picture.

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𓄧 Minors DNI

Van in her 20s, no crash au, Van x fem!reader (reader is described as having breasts!) Word count: 1.2k Anon ask <3

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

Van lovesss aftercare

It's the most sensual part for her, tbh

She loves to spend forever between your legs, cleaning you up, or getting a warm, wet rag to clean your messy thighs, all while peppering kisses along your legs and stomach

She usually likes to make you cum a few times, so when it's all over, she loves to bring you down slowly and hold you until you're back to your full strength and recovered

B= Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and of their partner)

She loves her hands. She has smaller hands and shorter fingers, but she knows how they drive you crazy and she loves that

On you, she loves basically everything

She loves your soft thighs, your full lips, your breasts-- everything. Whatever you're most comfortable showing off is what she's obsessed with.

C= Cum (Anything to do with cum, honestly)

She loves to hear, see, and feel you come. It's an immersive experience for her, honestly. She loves when you're a few orgasms in and you're gushing for her especially if you're a squirter.

D= Dirty Secret (A dirty secret of theirs)

Van would love for you two to make a movie of your own, but only if you brought it up first. Secretly, she loves the idea of the two of you roleplaying and recording it just for the two of you to watch back.

E= Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

She's pretty experienced by the time you two get together

She's had at least one serious girlfriend and a couple on and off flings, so she definitely knows what she's doing

She's known that she was a lesbian since high school, so she had plenty of time to explore and learn what to do when pleasing somebody

F= Favorite Position (This one speaks for itself)

She lovess when you sit on her face. You were afraid the first time that you'd smother her, but honestly, there's no better way to die in her mind

She also loves to be between your thighs. Eating you out slow-- really any position where she can eat you out and taste you.

If she's strapping you, she likes to be on top or in a lotus-type position where you're in her lap. She likes to watch your face and be in control of her slow, torturous thrusts

She's not opposed to you riding her, though, if that's what you're in the mood for-- she loves it.

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

She's naturally a goofy person, so she'll joke around if the moment is right.

She definitely knows when to keep quiet to avoid killing the moment, but you honestly like her little jokes when she throws humor into the mix.

I= Intimacy (How are they in the moment? The romantic aspect)

She's very, very intimate.

The first time the two of you had sex, it honestly felt like you'd known her forever. The way she's able to learn your body, pleasure you fully, and check all the boxes felt like a dream come true.

J= Jack off (Masturbation headcanons)

She has no problem masturbating if you're away, busy, or asleep, but she typically doesn't feel the need to.

Of course, she loves when you touch her or when you're feeling affectionate, but she also has no issue if you want the night to be all about you

Sometimes she doesn't have to get off at all, but when she does, she can do it manually and quickly just to relieve herself

K= Kink (One or more of their kinks)

She does have a breeding kink, okay? She told me.

She also has a slight praise kink when she's giving, but doesn't everyone?

L= Location (Favorite places to do the deed)

She's kind of into it everywhere, but not full sex in public. She'll pack and wear a strap in public, but she wants to wait until you're at home (or at least in the car) before she takes you.

M= Motivation (What turns them on? What gets them going?)

When you're dressed up fancy or at an event

When you're really listening to her nerd out about a good show or movie and giving your thoughts

Honestly, when you both talk about the future and she realizes how lucky she is to have you

Just being around you, honestly, and knowing that you want her, need her, and desire her.

N= No (Something they won’t do)

She wouldn't be into any cnc or anything that wasn't completely discussed. She likes to have discussions before you try something new!

She also wouldn't do anything to physically harm you

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

Oh, she has a huge preference for giving.

She'll receive, but usually only after making you finish a few times. She doesn't need to receive much, unless you're overly willing.

P= Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

She leans toward more slow and sensual since she's a romantic, but it depends on what you want. She listens to you and goes off of the energy that you're giving her, so she could go either way.

Q= Quickie (Their opinions on quickies/how often)

She loves a good quickie!!

Any time that she gets an opportunity to make you feel good, she's taking it.

R= Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

She's not a huge risk taker since she usually follows your lead, but if you're giving her certain signals, she's picking up what you're putting down.

She's game to try anything that you're wanting to explore (within reasons, since she does have hard no's.)

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

She can go for a bunch of rounds if she's pleasuring you, but she usually only likes to come once if you're giving. She's more than satisfied just pleasing you or getting off eating you out.

For you, though, she's willing to go as many rounds and you allow.

T= Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? With a partner or on their own)

Van doesn’t use toys on herself, but she loves to use them on you!

She has a whole arsenal of toys to use on you, tbh (egregious strap collection: thigh straps, ejaculating, etc)

She also loves to use a spreader bar on you just to make sure when you're overstimulated, you're not encroaching on her fun or cutting into your own pleasure.

U= Unfair (How much they like to tease)

She lovesss foreplay and loves to tease you. She'll tease you endlessly, just to make sure you're extra ready for her when it comes down to her actually, well, going down.

She could spend hours just getting you ready and appreciating your body, worshiping you, but sometimes you get impatient. Only then does she speed things up and give you what you want.

V= Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

She's generally pretty quiet and suppresses sounds, if anything, because she wants to hear you. She literally wouldn't be able to forgive herself if she missed out on one of your moans or whimpers.

W= Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

The first time she invited you over to watch a movie at her place, you thought it was a booty call, really. Which you didn't mind

But, no, you just found out that Van was REALLY into movies. She actually just wanted to watch your reaction to her favorite parts and see what you thought.

And, of course, you two having sex after the fact was welcomed, too.

X= X-ray (What’s going on under those clothes?)

Van stopped shaving a long time ago-- in fact, she never really started.

Her mom never taught her, so she just never cared that much.

She has fully grown out leg hair, armpits, and bush.

She has decently toned abs and her legs are strong from her years training for her position as goalie and playing soccer.

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

Van's sex drive fluctuates. If you're trying something new and she's excited by it, her sex drive is very high.

Otherwise, she's pretty much down for whatever you are, whenever that may be.

Z= Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Van falls asleep pretty quickly afterwards, and fast, but only because you do. She always tries to stay awake when you're awake to make sure you're fully taken care of.

She honestly doesn't mean to, but she just gets soo sleepy after being satisfied and taking care of you, focusing her full attention on you.