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do you think that sevika and her wife ever flirt a little with the younger dykes at the bar just for funsies.. like they're just so fun to fluster and it's not like we'll be taking them home. but maybe we'll buy them a few drinks and give them a story to tell their friends
FUCK YEAH I DO
men and minors dni
since the beginning of your relationship, you and sevika have joked that ran's your alternative. if one of you ever dies, you've got ran on the backburner to step in. ran always laughs when this comes up. "i'd be fuckin' crazy to marry one of you."
they're attractive, respectful, funny, communicative, and best of all: after a drink or two they're incredibly easy to fluster. one of you and sevika's favorite games is to count how many times you can make ran blush in a night.
it's fun to fluster them. it's fun to pull your wife in for a kiss-- a little sloppier than polite-- and pull away to catch ran quickly tearing their eyes away. sevika claims ran's her baby butch-- that she's taken them under her wing. she calls ran 'sport' and 'champ' and other butchy nicnkames, and you watch in delight as ran turns bright red and starts flipping the pair of you off.
and, on one or two occasions, you've invited ran to bed with the two of you.
each time instead of a threesome, it ended up being a friendly competition between you and sevika to see who could make ran cum more.
it was a great time for all three of you, but it made it pretty clear to you and your wife that you're both too possessive to share each other with someone else.
but making a third party flustered together? yeah... that seems to really get the two of you going.
so, from time to time, the pair of you'll get dressed up and you'll go to one of the dyke nights at your local gay bar. you'll dance and drink for a while, kissing occasionally in your little corner, just enjoying the time together.
and then... maybe there'll be a lonely dyke at the bar. or they're standing awkwardly in a corner, young and unsure of themselves. or she's being loudly talked over in a group conversation.
sevika will pout a little watching whoever it is, and you'll giggle as you tug her behind you to go make friends.
"so, gert, what's a beautiful young lady like yourself doing here alone?" you ask.
the girl sputters on the drink sevika just bought her. beside you, sevika chuckles a little.
"uh-- i--"
"ignore her, she's such a flirt." sevika cuts in, chastising you. you roll your eyes and lean back against her chest. "what do you do for work, gert?"
"i-i'm a dj. and a barback. and a barista, sometimes."
"a multi-talented woman. impressive." your wife purrs. gert gulps. you grin.
"y'know, we know a few bar owners who are always looking for new talent to showcase. you ever heard of the last drop? gay owned, they treat their workers really kindly--" you trail off as sevika passes a post it note with silco's information scrawled onto it.
"that's the owner. call him tomorrow at ten and tell him sevika recommended you. that is, if you want another gig..." she says.
gert blinks down at the post-it in shock. "the last drop's huge." she whispers.
"don't let silco know you've heard of 'em, it'll only inflate his ego." you say with a giggle. sevika snorts and kisses your cheek. gert's eyes dart between the two of you.
"is... is there... a catch?" she asks.
you and your wife burst into laughter. "oh, janna, no!" you laugh. "no, honey, we were just gonna buy you a drink a flirt a little-- the dj hookup is really just a lucky coincidence."
"oh. so i don't have to go home with the two of you to thank you?" she asks, sounding a little disappointed.
sevika cackles before speaking. "i'm afraid not, doll. don't sweat it, though, you're adorable. you'll find someone to take you home in no time."
gert gives you both a genuine hug before you decide to call it a night, trailing out into the night with your wife wrapped around you, both of you drunk and giggling as you walk home.
"she was so fucking cute." sevika laughs.
"fuck, she was. she wanted you real bad." you say.
"she wanted both of us, baby. can't blame her though."
you burst into laughter, before pulling sevika in for a nasty, sloppy kiss. "i really can't." you agree.
(two months later, gert's djing at the last drop when mylo, her new boyfriend, introduces her to his aunts. gert almost passes out as she tries to find a way to explain to mylo how, exactly, the three of you have met before.)
butch who makes me repeat every bratty little text i sent them when they finally see me, fucking me relentlessly while i try to get them out, despite the moans and whines breaking up my words
“if you were brave enough to type them, you’re brave enough to say them, baby”
storm rolling in and all i can think about is being held in sevika’s arms during this storm and we watch the rain while the lights are off nd we are smoking
color is #4d2c0f, it's fat, full bush, folds covered in thick dark hair, spreading up into a happy trail, creams in thick gushes, clit is engorged, 1 inch long, sensitive, it squelches, it's loose needs an entire fist, it's sour and tangy.
“If you’re dating a masculine lesbian why not just date a man?” BECAUSE I’M NOT ATTRACTED TO MEN. That’s like me asking “If you’re dating men why not just date a masculine lesbian?” To a straight girl. It’s a dumb question because she’s straight and is attracted to men. Just like how I’m a lesbian and I’m attracted to women. Specifically masculine women. I’ve noticed people never ask gay men who date feminine men why don’t they just date women? It’s always people asking us lesbians who date masculine women 😭
And then they wanna bring up strap ons like first of all not all lesbians use strap ons🧍♀️and like why can’t we use strap ons? Like the only way we can enjoy penetration is by fingering?? Or wait no we can’t enjoy penetration at all because we’re lesbians got it.. It’s very different being with A MAN and being with a butch, stud, masc lesbian.
After a long day, anyone would want to unwind, and your favourite way of unwinding is riding your submissive girlfriend’s strap. It’s not a real dick, but the sounds she makes will convince anyone that it’s a real cock.
Every time your cunt makes that filthy squelching sound, clenching around the fat strap—Sevika whines like a poor puppy in heat being denied pleasure.
Every time you fuck yourself on her strap like this, you tie her wrist to the bed post and you’re aware she knows she can easily break out of the restraints but you enjoy the fact that someone much bigger than you plays weak just to watch you do this — your tits bounce with your body, giving Sevika quite the show as you move your tight cunt up and down on her dick.
You use your hand to pinch and roll your nipples. Sevika groans under her breath, silver eyes never leaving your slutty form as you continue to use her for your pleasure.
“Just let me fuck you,” she grumbles.
“No,” you say with a sweet smile, “just lay there and watch me, baby.”
“I don’t wanna…”
“You don’t wanna watch? Would you rather I blindfold you?”
“No!” Her eyes widen in horror as if that’s the cruelest thing she’s ever heard.
You giggle and kiss her right on her nose, slamming your hips down, cunt stretching around the girthy base of the cock.
“Fuuuuck,” you moan, lips brushing against hers.
Sevika’s face is so red she can battle a tomato, “you’re so mean…”
“Too bad, tonight this is all you get,” you say, straightening your back as you rode her strap, “thrust with your hips now!”
So much has led up to this moment. Sevika was fuming— you knew exactly how to get under her nerves in record time. Just pretend to be extra nice to someone and throw in a little bit of flirting, and she was already wrapping her arm around you making sure the guy knew you were hers before she dragged you off back home.
The door was slammed shut so hard, your heart was almost in your throat. Sevika growled and pinned you to the wall— hard enough to create an impact, but not enough to hurt you. She caged your body against the concrete using her hands on either side, kissing the column of your throat.
“You’re mine. You really think goin’ around flirtin’ with some bystander will change that?”
You tried to play innocent, fighting the smile that crawled to your face. “No… I never said that.”
Sevika breathed out through her nose, irritated with your pretense of innocence. “Don’t fuckin’ lie to me.”
“Make me regret it then,” you said boldly.
Maybe a little too boldly for someone who’s still a virgin. Sevika huffed a laugh, “fine.”
You were swept off your feet instantly and carried off to the bedroom. She didn’t bother stripping you herself, instead she nodded to the bed.
“You know what to do.”
You let your dress and underwear drop to the floor as you climbed onto bed, now naked. Sevika took her time picking out the toy she wanted to use on you.
You— assuming she was picking out a vibrator like the usual— laid on your back. Sevika returned, harness fixed around her waist with an obscenely large strap fitted into place. Your eyes widened at the sight of the phallic-shaped toy.
“Sev— I thought that—”
“You don’t have to think,” she snapped as she crawled between your legs and held them open.
You whined softly, gripping the sheets with trembling fingers. Sevika didn’t coo praises at you today, you had pissed her off enough for all her sweetness to fade to ash tonight. But she waited— she gave you a blink of a second to mentally prepare yourself for what was to come.
Then, she grumbled, “y’know what your safe word is,” before she pushed the bulbous head of the toy inside.
Your breath caught in your throat, eyes squeezing shut as she filled you up entirely with the strap. The stretch was painful, making your eyes water instantly. The sight of your face scrunched in a mixture of pleasure-pain made Sevika’s own pussy throb with need.
She pushed forward, earning soft sounds from you, her hands rested on either side of your head as she slammed herself deeper inside. Every thrust inside made you cry out, your sounds only egging Sevika on more.
She wasn’t gonna stop anytime soon but that’s okay, because your pussy was a drooling mess around her thick strap anyway 😛
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