I’m a 21 year old nonbinary lesbian, I use they/them pronouns, any gendered pronouns accepted <3
I enjoy being outdoors, reading, making crafts, baking, I especially enjoying sunbathing and thrifting
Kinks:
Biting
Marking
Scratching
Choking
Impact play
Pain play
Degradation and praise
Masochism
I’d love to meet fellow lesbians and make new friends, I fear I lack other lesbian friends irl
I am kinky and repost kinky shit on my page but that doesn’t equal being a freak in my asks, please feel free to message me anytime cause I love them LMAO
She's a little taken aback when you first bring it up, and nevertheless, nods at your suggestion and asks you what prompted it. She curls her fingers around the back of your neck, as you paw her chest, begging for a collar and everything, “Please, baby, it’ll be worth it, I swear.”
And she’s never been able to say no to you, so she says, “As long as you pick something pretty.”
She nearly breaks when she sees everything you’ve bought, not because of the money, because she doesn’t care for that, but because you look so fucking pretty. Two floppy ears in your head, a tail plug to match the color, and a dog collar that makes your face brighter. You turn to wiggle your bottom at her, “Doesn’t it look pretty?”
Her hands grip your waist, fingers grabbing the soft fur of the tail, and she pulls and pushes the plug, holding you as you mewl in her hand. “Sev–”
“Wrong name. We gotta find a new one, can’t give my pup a bad habit.”
There's a complete change in her demeanor afterwards. She begins to pull you next to her when she sees you slip into that malleable headspace, ushering you to kneel at her feet, face on the skin of her kneecap. She pets your head while you’re down, whispering sweet praises as her cigar smoke hurls around the air. And you stay down until she tells you to get up.
She’s very careful about her words as you sink, making sure always to touch you, and keep you around her, occasionally raking her nails on your back. “Who’s my good pup?”
You give her a meek bark that pulls a smirk out of her. Her thumb brushes down your cheek until they slide inside your mouth, while her fingers hold your cheek. “Open.” She whispers, eyes trained on your drooling mouth.
Sevika spends a good portion of her lunch breaks at work searching for things to give her new puppy. A new leash? A dog bowl? A new collar? Maybe a crate? And she spends hours looking for everything and anything, keeping you in the dark because she likes to surprise you.
When the pretty black crate arrives, she sets it in the corner of your shared bedroom, decorating it with lights, your favorite pillows and blankets, along with your new puppy bowl. And when she shows it to you, it only takes a few seconds because she’s ushering you inside. “How does it feel, pup?”
“I like it.” You reply, heart eyes on her, as your fingers grip the small bars, “Should we try it out tonight?”
Sevika teases you in public, despite being somewhat adverse to PDA. She’d lean in closer as you’re shopping or out in public, mouth near your ear, and call you her best pup, while whispering condescending praises, making it seem innocent from afar. “Tsk. You keep walking away, maybe you should start wearing your leash, so I can keep you in place…”
You whine at her words, pushing her away softly, the myriad of bags in her hand bouncing. “You’re always talking. As if you’d actually go through it.” And her eyes narrow, taking your words as a challenge.
There's something inside Sevika that pulls her bones, when she gets to embarrass and secretly humiliate you until you’re crying. But she does it softly, staring with a date, ushering you to drink and drink, distracting you when you’re whining about needing to use the bathroom.
With each second, the push to your bladder becomes unbearable, and she massages your shoulders from the driver's seat. “It’s okay, we’re almost home.”
When you arrive home, she moves you to the couch, massages your stomach, and puts on a movie while you squirm in her arms. “Please, sev.”
She tilts her head, “Mhm, wrong name…for such an obedient pup, you keep acting like a mutt. To the corner.” Her voice is low, though gentle, as she points to the corner of the room. “Or would you rather write lines?”
She watches you squirm as you write lines on the coffee table, shifting on your calves, trying to stop your bladder from rushing about. Your back is mere inches away from her knees, and she leans in to massage your stiff muscles, forcing you to relax until you’ve forgotten your bladder again.
She places a gentle kiss on your forehead, and hauls you into her lap, “My belly hur–”
Sevika hums, “‘ts all right, don’t worry about that… your puppy brain can’t handle all that thinking.” Her fingers knead the flesh of your stomach while she presses her face against your neck, inhaling your scent.
She only lets you off her lap when you’re shaking and writhing, tears brimming in your waterline. A smile curls against your skin, taking in your shallow breaths and meek whimpers, hoping that you’d beg her to let you go.
She gives you mercy, letting you wobble to the bathroom, eyes trained on the way you struggle to take each step. Sadism grapples her limbs, and she keeps your little expressions, and willingness in the back of her head.
When you wobble back, she rubs and pats your back, whispering little encouragements, “That’s my pet. ‘m so proud of you…give me a bark.” And even as you hide your face on her shoulder, you bark for her, soft and whiny.
And she slowly becomes obsessed with fucking you from behind, while you’re wearing a plug with a tail. Each smack of your ass against her hip, as her strap digs into you, sends hot rushes through her skin, more so when her big hands grip the plug and wiggle it, making your cunt clench around the dildo.
Her hands grip your waist, and she pushes your back down, pulling up your ass until you're arching, face pressed into the sheets–a drooling mess. Little tears drip down your cheeks, and she’s forcing you to wiggle your ass, as you whimper, “C’mon, mutt, don’t you want to cum, fuck yourself.”
You give her a wet sob, each word makes your cunt leak, and spasm around Sevika’s strap. Tiny flashes of heat drip down your spine, making your stomach flutter until you feel full. You push back into her, eyes nearly rolled back as you weakly attempt to fuck yourself on Sevika. “...close…’m clo–”
Her hips buck into you like a needy, rabid wolf, snarling as she sees your cunt flutter around her strap. Her big hands slap down on your ass, making you sob and each filthy crack of skin against skin, until you’re writhing on the sheets, shaking your ass for her. “more–”
“I know, baby,” Sevika coos at you, and her hand slides off your waist until they reach your cunt, fingers rubbing filthy circles around your wet, swollen clit. “...wanna cum, huh?”
You nod, feverishly, pushing back until your hands scrabble to find Sevika’s hand, and hold on. “Need…need it.” And sevika pinches your clit, sending sparks through your body, until you’re milking her strap, cunt fluttering and aching with each thrust.
A month later, she drills a doghook into the wall of her office, buzzing with energy each time she ties the leash of your collar on it. It becomes clockwork, to keep you there, with only your panties, while she works. The clack of her computer rings around the air, drilling into your skull as you paw the floor, lying on your side.
The plug is nuzzled inside comfortably, tail on the floor, until Sevika snaps her finger. She taps her foot on the floor, making you crawl to her until you’re facing her, in between her legs.
Her thumb brushes into your mouth, tapping your tongue, “keep it open. Don’t drool.” Her hand leaves your mouth, and she’s back to working while you try your best to keep from drooling in between her legs.
Saliva pools in the back of your mouth, and you’re heaving on her lap, whining and pawing her leg. She barely spares you a glance, eyebrows furrowed into her little natural scowl.
Her eyes flick back to her screen until a drop of drool slips down your tongue, dripping onto the open spot between her legs, right down to the leather chair. “Tsk. You really can’t follow a simple direction, huh?”
A slap comes down on your ass, while you sniffle and mewl, continuously pulling the leash attached to your collar. “‘m so–”
SMACK
“Pups don’t speak.” She urges softly, rough hands quickly massaging your aching flesh. "They bark and listen."
You bark, slow and gently, earning a smile from her. She pushes you down on the bed, ever so gently, placing soft kisses on your cheeks and neck, nipping the skin, while you squirm in bed.
She opens you up, gently, licking your cunt through the slick-wet panties, sucking on your folds, then your swollen clit. Each flutter your muscle gives, urges her on until she’s making out with your pussy, moaning and groaning while pulling on the leash. "So fucking good...so pretty."
You bark at her, pushing your hips into her mouth, grinding into her, gasping with each lick. You cum on her tongue, all through your panties, and then again after she pulls them down, smirking in pride at the thick glob of slick connecting your soaked panties to your aching cunt.
Sevika quickly becomes obsessed with you being her puppy all the time, mind muddled by the vision of you with your floppy ears and tail, even when she’s at work. Her cunt leaks at the thought of keeping you as a desk pet for her strap. She quickly buys a box to fill with pup items, until it begins to leak out of the box from how much shit she’s bought.
She watches you work around the house and come back from work exhausted. She quickly changes from her work clothing and messages you into that malleable headspace until she’s walking you to the bedroom. She pets you, until you’re wining on her chest, tongue darting to taste the salt of her skin. "Hard day at work?"
You nod at her words, nuzzling your face into her neck. "I hate it."
A soft humming circles the room, a sound curling from Sevika’s throat until you’re suckling on her boob, until she’s guiding her thigh between your legs. And she urges you to hump her leg, drooling on her tit. “Your puppy brain worked too hard today, huh? That’s it, baby, you don’t have to think anymore...just be good for me.”
i love pet play/puppy play :(. It's my fav thing...and it bleeds into my writing LOL. But, here is Sevika with pet play, as a treat for my disappearance lol !! ty for reading, do comment if i should so more drabbles !!
want a femme I can smoke with, have her sit on my lap, have her grind down my thigh and listen to her make pretty noises for me while we pass it back and forth
femme who can't get herself off because she gets so shaky and sensitive x service butch who gives her what she needs over and over and over and over and
Butch with his shirt between his teeth while he unbuckles his belt. Butch with his shirt between his teeth while he sits back and jerks himself off. Butch with his shirt between his teeth while he fucks you hard enough for the neighbors to hear the slaps.
the femme purposely bending over slightly when they have a mini skirt while they have no pantie on, so they could tease their butch in public
vs
the butch grabbing his femme by the hips and pulling them closer to rubs his packer on their ass. having his femme whining quietly trying to pull themselves closer to feel their butch bulge
between you and me, when i'm about to finish, i usually just blabber a bunch of nonsense along the lines of "im gonna get you pregnant/let me breed you/take it all baby" and that's the kind of butch i am.
pussy from the front is so cute it makes me want to get on my knees and kiss it sweetly and open it up slowly and tell it how pretty it is. pussy from the back, however, triggers my werewolf in full rut transformation.
i wanna handcuff a service top butch to my headboard while they watch me touch myself
maybe i’d whine about how their fingers would feel so much better. about how i just know those pretty fingers would reach deeper than mine can. stretch me out better than mine can. begging and moaning as i work myself up, just like i do when i’m alone.
i wanna crawl towards them and put my fingers in their mouth, let them taste what they’re missing. i wanna finger fuck their mouth a little, call them a good boy. tease them about how desperate they are.
i wanna kiss their neck and murmur in their ear about how good they’d fuck me, how bad i want it. til they’re begging and squirming and desperate
i wanna unlock those handcuffs and let them tackle and pin me, ravenous and hungry. i wanna feel them prove to me how right i was. i wanna get what i want and then some. and then some more.
I always fantasize about a butch getting me pregnant. Saying stuff like, “You want me to breed you, baby?”, “You’d look so beautiful pregnant”, “I’m gonna cum so deep inside of you so you’ll have no other choice but to get pregnant” LIKEEE fuckkk omg and the thing is too idek if I ever want to be pregnant later in life butttttttt the idea of all of that just gets me going
Please.. please.. pleaseeeeee let me suck your strap, baby.. I know you’re all stressed out and I want to help relieve your stress.. cmon.. you don’t want to see me gagging with tears rolling down my face, mumbling while it’s inside my mouth and pushing my head down on it, all while looking up at you.? Oh I know you do.. I see that smile starting to show up! You’re so cute.. Now face fuck me ⋆˙⟡
Femme on her tummy with her ass up ready to be stretched out by my strap but instead I fuck her hole with my tongue because I cannot stop tasting her then spit on her pussy and slide my cock in without any warnings to hear her scream and moan.
