#MeatysJottings

[meatyarms]

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ּ Breed Kink Sevika ּ 1,070

ּ She’s all about the bulge of your stomach when she pours into you, just the sight of your soft, delicate body with a little hump of her cum sneaks her bottom lip under her teeth a bit too fast, biting blindly until the fresh blood slips into her tongue turning her face into something terrible— the skin finally gave up after hours of her canine harassing it.

ּ This kink runs too deep in her that not even a moment into your relationship she had already introduced the particular toy— breeding strap, goodness knows how many inches it pushes, you were not counting when your jaw hit the floor gaping at its structure.

ּ Unlike you, it wasn’t her first time using it. She’s got the experience of an expert, and practice.

ּ “Such a pretty pussy for me to fill”, “gonna pump your guts out, princess”,,

ּ Her muscle memory carries a ton yet never once failed her, works her whole body on yours like a craft. 

ּ Missionary, missionary, missionary, this woman performs in that position. Hazel eyes frozen under a crowd of wrinkled knitted brows, this very expression would mean trouble if it weren’t fixated on your stomach area. Looking, observing the outward shape of the strap- her dick building each full thrust. 

ּ Cussing under her breath at its every appearance as she starts slow, in awe by how your belly button stretches out from the size of her. Now she wants to feel it, circles a finger around it, kisses it. Fondles it like it’s another one of you.

ּ A whole mountain-full of her cock forming so goddamn deep within you makes her eyes bling with lust, it feeds her, keeps her eyelids splayed for longer than they should just drying them up from how bad she needs to see it.

ּ And without a doubt imagines how it would feel If it were her own flesh and meat feeling the searing insides of your cunt, it literally does something to her. 

ּ It adds more impulse on her hips, bigger numbers to her pace, makes more heavy and passionate her breathing and washes sultry red onto her skin.

ּ The desire to grow a cock of her own and fuck you with it helps her pound harder into you, running after that high— cumming inside you for that bulge.

ּ “Gonna cum inside you, baby”, “gonna- gonna pump a goddamn baby into yo-”,,

ּ Spreads your legs apart as she stills the whole thing in, not giving you a chance to bunch together like you desperately want to; they tend to come in the way and hide the filling from her.

ּ She’d watch, oh she’d let her eyes stalk for that build up in your steaming insides. 

ּ Would beat whoever the fuck she has to just to be able to impregnate you, and when her cum inflates your navel you know she imagines it going straight to your unbothered egg.

ּ There she immediately stops this chain of thought. It only upsets her, the sour fact that non of it is real.

ּ It’s maudlin how she wants to drag that chance out of her dreams and have it, just so hell-bent on pumping a family into you.

ּ Her family.

ּ Always heats up the liquid before use, she likes the cum seeping inside of you to be hot, wouldn’t wanna miss out on you melting and fumbling at its temperature.

ּ Doesn’t pull out once she’s finished— not even for a while after— as to trap it all in. 

ּ And how she salivates at the ample trickles that would escape from your folds, sliding down your inner thighs in a rush to mess the sheets with white fluid. Every drop speaks on just how full she made you, the pearls of her work. Her pridefulness grows unmatched here.

ּ Finally pulls out when the sensations are long dead, her focus severely divided between the utterly drenched strap and your leaking pussy.

ּ Her fingers would gravitate to you always, sliding the cum back in then covers your hole with two pads for surety.

ּ “Must take it all, sweetheart”, “want it to swim in your pussy only”,,

ּ Would definitely overstimulate you just to relive the fantasy over and again.

ּ “Can’t stop filling you up, baby”, “got a lotta seed for you to take”,,

ּ This one’s a listener, goes nuts when you describe the feeling in its purest form— right after she fills you up. Your approval equals succour to her unbearable thirst for a real dick.

ּ “How does it feel, baby?”, “tell me how good it is, sweetheart”,,

ּ Closes the distance between your faces in an effort to capture all of your weary little murmurs, softening the tension amid her eyebrows and pupils affectionately searching for yours which are…well…

ּ “So..full..”,,

ּ Losing your voice by the word, your consciousness hanging by a thread, eyes hopelessly drooping. Can’t even feel the rain gushing out the corners of your mouth from how much of your senses the hot slick inside of you demands. You collapse.

ּ And she grooves on it.

ּ “good, knew you could take all of me”,,

ּ Leaving the bedroom stops nothing, not one of her corrupt urges fade, might shrink to a smaller digit in the company of others. Sevika’s apparel is of notable importance to her, but with you all primped in her lap, she falters.

ּ Wraps an arm around you, with the boozes help, she starts to let loose. 

ּ Eyes prying at your abdomen more frequently as the city begins to lose light, her hand would climb up the drapes of fabric on you and land flat on the spot. Rubbing her precious, feeling its warmth, how it expands as you breathe in.

ּ It kills her to hold it in.

ּ At first you thought she was throwing a nice gesture at your dress or the dozen rhinestones on your new bedazzling belt, but no. 

ּ The woman’s rotten to the core.

ּ While you sit there all coy in your little pink wear, she is halfway through roughing up the middle part of you in her twisted head. And that’s just the start.

ּ It all builds up and eventually makes her dangerously hungry, you couldn’t be ready for where her arms would go once you stepped into the house that night.

ּ “Been fuckin’ waitin’ all day”, “Imma fill you up real good, baby”,,

ּ Baby, she loves your pretty dress. But she still wants to pump into you till the stitching pops off.

,,,

ּ I definitely added a few more kinks into this one but I think it goes naturally with the breeding kink AND OH this is so lewd. I wanna call this extreme but stalker Sev is mmmgfffgg,,

[meatyarms]

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ּ Modern Protective Sevika x Gamer gf ּ 1,388

ּ This Sev is imbued by jealousy and built a protective bubble of her own around you the instant ya’ll’s eyes locked through the gym building’s glass walls— missed her grip on the dumbbells she was pressing in that same second and almost lost her head to it, quickly put it away and pulled up her number from her phone all shaky. Sweaty and panting profusely, walked up closer and pressed the screen against the glass for you to record. 

ּּ Mouthing ‘call me’ from the other side, and you two became a thing since.

ּ You were foaming at her impressive scales, glossy spherical deltoids embellished both ends of her shoulders adding unfathomable broadness that they closed in on you when you stood before the glass. 

ּ Biceps corresponded to her size naturally, it was as if they were excellently moulded into something so rich. You couldn’t believe how perfect of a catch she was, kinda disclosed it when you stumbled on your way to her with a face of utter bewilderment. You both agreed never to mention it again, her less than you.

ּ Would always be the one to come to your place, treats it like her own. Checks out all the systems if they were working properly, kitchen cabinets and fridge if they needed refilling, doors and windows to ensure that they all had secure locks on them.

ּ Who’d iterate to dial her should you need anything at all, replacing all emergency numbers from your head with hers, doesn’t want no stranger wandering in your place. Not while she’s living and breathing.

ּ Will master pipework, roofing, carpentry and whatever else she needs to on the road going over to fix your house issues. And she’d look good doing it.

ּ Flaunting her hard-earned abs and lifting her shirt to wipe off the sweat on her forehead as she takes care of your repair problems, or putting on a flowy tank top that would do more revealing than any typa covering every time she bends down to grab something.

ּ “Could ya get me some water, sweetheart?… baby?”,,

ּ And whatever wooing plan she’s plotting, it’s working like a charm cuz you'd be hypnotized and lost.

ּ “OH uh, yes of course!”,,

ּ You end up gay panicking like hell, not looking her in the eyes when you give her the ok to shower at your place. She just wishes she could see your face during it all but she has to act collected for show.

ּ She’d never let you walk or drive anywhere, not on your own, specially to her place. Would drive you there instead, and like everywhere else, giving you the chauffeur experience. Just as long as you’re safe and in her vicinity where she can keep an eye on you.

ּ “Morning baby 💞”, “When do you wanna come over today?🥰🥰”,, 

ּ You’d be the only change she’d have had in a long time. Where she used to go from home to gym and vice versa, now she’d be speeding to your doorstep at any notification from you. 

ּ “Open door🚪”,,

ּ This one’s old fashioned, would much rather like her daily engagements to be physical and face-to-face than virtual, isn’t quite acquainted with new technology. The phone resides in her pockets all day and is only pulled out if she needed to contact someone, it’d be for occasional convenience and not something she spends more than two minutes on at a time. 

ּ Always texts you in the simplest form possible, with the least combination of words needed to get a point across. Hasn’t stopped using the ‘little drawings’ once you introduced them to her, definitely adds more life to her brief responses.

ּ “Want 🥤?”, “Want diner dinosaur ndj,. ?hel,p,.  🍽️🍲 ?”,,

ּ Not as dexterous on the keyboard as she is with gym equipment, her fingers wouldn’t know where to go and ends up typing using solely her index while she holds the phone up with the other hand.

ּ And when she first saw your whole gaming set? Oof, she really thought it was a goddamn Time Machine or something. 

ּ “All that.. to play games?”, “Sure you’re not sending a rocket to space with that?”,,

ּ Who’d sit in the back and watch you play with people, eyes transfixed on the large screens you’re so immersed in, squinting heedfully. Why? Well, she heard a male voice through your speakers.  

ּ Didn’t take it too well, would always be hostile in situations like this. Suspicion would arise but not with you, with the men. 

ּ “Room? Why is he inviting you to a disc lord room?”, “Okay, well, does he know that you have a girlfriend in your actual room right now? I mean, shouldn’t I meet this guy first??”,,

ּ She can’t grasp how easily people would be doling out their trust in the online world, and when she watches you endlessly ramble and play with new ‘friends’ every single day it builds up a more aggressive outburst which she blows over in the gym later on. 

ּ Or sometimes, a dark little place under your busy desk. She’d make it impossible for you to talk to your so called ‘game friends’ with her tongue twisting deep in your cunt, forcing you to go on mute mode or just end the call altogether. 

ּ One of the reasons you no longer open up the cam when she’s around— always. The idea of those guy friends taking more than an ounce of your attention riles her up.

ּ Often times she’d be in a mood and just fucks you with her mouth right in the middle of a darn convo. You’d see her drop to her knees then start crawling from your periphery and your hands dart on her head, retaining her from getting into that little space. 

ּ She’d easily clasp your wrists together and use them to push your seated body steering the swivel chair however she wants, her free hand pulls your pants down and you to her then she pops her head in.

ּ You’re not about to fight her and mess up your image in front of everyone when she straight up chair-fucks you- her idea of fighting you back- but you sure as hell won’t be spilling your dumb grumbles all over this server either. You simply retreat.

ּ “Uhh- *whispers* fuck Sev* guys, I’m gonna.. have to end the cal- ‘eres uh another call I gotta ma-“ *end call*,,

ּ Would instantly emerge from the shadows like a frikkin’ lurker and fuck you wild. 

ּ Grabs you by your knees and lifts your legs over her shoulders, you’d completely sink into the chair’s seat and your feet buckle around her neck holding you steady alone. All the while she’s unbuttoning her trousers uncovering a long bulge fastened to her crotch— She’s been wanting it since she first opened her eyes that day, hours of random voices on the other line calling out your name was the trigger point.

ּ Feeling angry and deserted, she shoves the whole thing in giving your cunt not a moment of prep. Your organs brutally invaded, forced to make way for the toy while being clamped together in the most unhealthy position imaginable. 

ּ “C’mon baby, let em’ hear how fucked up you are by my dick”, “D’you want it, princess? Huh? Tell em’, tell em’ how much you want it.”,, 

ּ No one’s listening, but she takes thrill from pretending otherwise, to picture your foe ‘friends’ being ditched by you cuz of her is extremely pleasurable to Sev. In the heat of the moment, you play along with it too.

ּ “Fuck a- I- I want it fffff.. plEASE..”,,

ּ Just as you feel your spinal cord dislocating in her thrusts, sturdy arms creep around your back picking you up and throwing you on the bed. The night would’ve only begun from there, finishes with you stammering her name to your dreams. 

ּ She’d get an overpowering pump of superiority when your lips quiver doing their best to call for her even though you’re dead beat, unsure of what you know anymore. It makes her entire week.

ּ “Yeah.. that’s right.. I’m right here, baby.”, “Only one you need.”,,

ּ There may be a conflict in the usage and understanding of technology between the pair of you, but this baby wouldn’t let something so trivial prevent her from safeguarding you. Be it from the physical world or one through a screen, she’ll watch out for you always.

,,,

ּ Tried to make this as accurate as I can with my infinitesimal knowledge of gaming and Discord. Could've made her tech savvy but I thought this was more realistic for a middle-aged here & now, plus it's cute!

ּ Thanks for reading! ♡♡ Any & all support is appreciated, asks about whichever one of my Sevikas are welcome ( ˊᵕˋ )

[meatyarms]

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ּ Stalker Sevika ּ 2,494(I'm fucking crazy)

ּ Just like everything else with Sev— from what we can gather so far— when she takes a liking to something, she goes all the way. Looks at it, observes, measures, utilizes, preserves it.

ּ But the ‘it’ would soon live and breathe. A soul, for the first time ever. Odd, but she didn’t have time to be confused. Nothing like she’s used to, you were a free moving thing. She couldn’t keep you somewhere on her worktable for later use.

ּ Started going after you right from the moment her pupils leisurely rested on your fingers running to the back of your head, hair gracefully clasped and moved to the left revealing your nape. 

ּ You hadn’t known what the hell you brought onto yourself just by doing that.

ּ Something grew in her that same second, a new appetite bloomed, and so the questions rolled,,

ּ Who are you? Since when have you been down here?? 

ּ Where were you? 

ּ Fuck, is she too late? Are you someone else’s??

ּ She swears your soft movements were to blame. Pointed a finger at the weather, the cigarillo loosely hanging from the corner of her lips, even the harsh texture of the wall she was leaning against behind you that day. Everything but herself, because she knows it’s sick.

ּ But she couldn’t deprive herself of your— distant— company for more than a few weeks…minutes.

ּ The Undercity is one crowded hell of a place, specially near where most trademarks resided, striking shoulders with a stranger is not an uncommon nuisance. One person, however, would not call it that.

ּ She’d ‘accidentally’ bump into you so your eyes finally meet hers, so she marks a smaller distance between your Bodies each time and completely to have you perceive her.

ּ “Oh. Do excuse me, sweetheart”, “my bad, doll”,,

ּ This one is brave, doesn’t stop at shoulders. No. It’s not enough. Throws her entire body right in front of you just to feel that extra pressure. Extra everything. 

ּ Of your face in her chest, its temperature against it, are you warmer or colder than her?? Just how high do you reach her? What do you smell like?

ּ The shape of the tip of your nose and those beautiful sleek lashes pricking her skin. She keeps at her cool gait afterwards, but won’t deny that the whole area would be boiling the rest of that day. 

ּ But she wouldn’t touch it, never disturbs the spots of you on her.

ּ She does it hard, so much so you feel as if your face is being moulded into this strange clumsy woman’s skin by the week.

ּ ‘Why’s that person so bumpy?’, ‘Is she okay?’,,

ּ All she could think of was how right it felt, can already tell how addicted she’s gonna become to this. She knows herself.

ּ Another ‘chance’ instance where her fingers would somehow latch onto your hair messing it up, she starts to feel their weight and softness, just how they look on her skin all within a split second. Then slides back out a little too sharply, casually brushes your shoulders off as if to tidy you up.

ּ “There ya go”,,

ּ You didn’t even feel it but that was her first steal from you, small locks of your hair hidden in her fist as you parted ways. The thrill that burned in her nearly broke her face from the wide ass smirk which you almost caught had she not gone back into the crowd of people as quick.

ּ ‘Fuck yes’,,

ּ Would spend that night touching herself, whispers and mutters all the things she wants to you with your hair just about stuffed in her nostrils. Sniffing them whole, drunk in the pretty turns and twirls that were attached to you just a few hours ago.

ּ Always gives her a satisfying finish— large amounts of slick rolling around her fingers upon pulling out of her boxers. Leaves her marveled. Every. Time.

ּ Minutes pass and so does the sublime orgasm, she sinks back into the couch, blinks her vision into focus. The thin pieces of you in her sweaty palm lines, swimming, even while being all broken and crumbled they still manage to captivate her completely. 

ּ “You just wait, baby”, “you’ll be mine, Imma make sure o’ that”,,

ּ Who has memorized your whole wardrobe, shoes, stockings and even your simplest jewellery. How you like to wear your hair and why— assembled together by the end of work week, down the rest.

ּ She absolutely takes advantage of her environment. The city, its darkness, the indecency of its residents and the soil.

ּ Knows what the print of which shoes you’re wearing looks like on the ground, can almost sense your presence just by standing on them way after you left. It could be a thousand feet walking over them, she’d still be able to pinpoint yours.

ּ Like a stalking predator, she hunts the lanes after you, follows your trail whenever she loses track of you. That would be regularly. 

ּ The woman is curious, wants to know what your pretty self is doing at all times. What your hands are touching, who you’re batting your precious lashes to, where your little feet are headed.

ּ What you’re thinking.

ּ For someone of considerable size, she’s quickly grown too good at keeping it stealthy. You’d never know she was in the alleyway right next to your place just waiting on you, or has her eyes glued on your glass window trying to get a hint of what the inside of your house looks like through the opaque covers. 

ּ Who knows your schedule each damn day, from when your apartment door creaks at dawn to which friend you’re hanging out with at what time. 

ּ She’d never admit to being envious of your friends, but god how she so wants to be as close to you as they are. Hugging, holding hands, talkin- sitting next to you. 

ּ No one which you know is free from her craziness. knows where each and everyone of said ‘friends’ live, how close you are to them measured by how often you’d hang out together.

ּ Has them all written in red somewhere on one of those personal work blueprints, a whole circle of names where she is missing. 

ּ Most certainly has the same exact tattoos as you all over her chest where she can hide them best, but also where she feels you the most. 

ּ It’d be both a relief and a heartburn, the lone thought of your face, much like the time she learned about your social status. 

ּ Single— would automatically translate to ‘claimed ’in her mad head. Your pretty name and coincidentally your nickname with it— heard one of your louder friends call you from a mile away, felt like she was being elevated. 

ּ ‘Holy shh- so fucking cute’,,

ּ Her chest goes hot, involuntarily clenches it under her shawl after every interaction with you, heart beating outa her. Even for her renowned stature, she can’t hide every fluster on her face when you pop in on her. Would punch the wall after each screw up.

ּ “Fuckin-so fuckin’ stupid, couldn’t even look at her”, “shit, now I lost her”,,

ּ But when those events go as smoothly as she wants, oh baby, she can literally taste how your eyes look up at her, how small you stand in comparison. How delicious your attention is. 

ּ Gives her a whole ass fever, the tang lingers in her tongue for a while, doesn’t know how to do half the things anymore. She walks faster with not a single feeling in her legs, shuffles the cards carelessly, eyes fixated on a corner of the bar and no thoughts behind other than what just happened— your face out of nowhere.

ּ The other players wouldn’t dare tumble on whatever ‘big serious problem’ is pulling her away, the face she’s making alone says kill. 

ּ Would watch your facial expressions closely, when your muscles warp and stretch as you smile and how the little moles on your face would bend with them. 

ּ To hell with whoever’s ‘stealing’ your attention away from her, she only needs her imagination running for a minute and she’d be seeing herself in their place. Fuck. It turns her on so hard.

ּ Soon she was able to get every single one of your expressions by heart, that’s where she gets creative with it and starts to imagine you making faces you’d never made before.

ּ And shit, how she enjoys those nights on her bed after a long day of just gawking at you. Her whole strap collection lined up before her, with your mouth in her head, she’d carefully scout which one would best fit. Eyes on the sizable sum,,

ּ ‘Not too big, maybe she could take it but don’t wanna break her. Not just yet.’,,

ּ Opts for a color that would look good going through and out your pulpy lips, snatches it with a force that knocks over the rest. Doesn’t matter, nothing matters. It’s time.

ּ Goes through a process of cutting and editing all that she’s gathered that day with her eyes closed.

ּ Like the time your eyelids stretched out big at the prick of the tattoo gun on your collarbone, gave her a darn heart attack, never seen a sight as beautiful.

ּ “My pretty… so pretty..”,, 

ּ Parted lips breathing out small compliments alone, little drops of sweat would glint running down her bare chest and through her ab lines, setting your tattoos agleam.

ּ She’s getting close here, jerking herself off imagining it was you sucking her instead. The same beautiful eyes looking up at her, desperate about seeing your cheeks packed with her dick. 

ּ Shit. She already came. That was fast.

ּ This is nasty effective for her, but she doesn’t unbuckle there. Not with the dozen images of you she has yet to cram, will stay up half the night speaking to the air if that’s what it takes to keep at the fresh glimpses of your face.

ּ Has this bizarre obsession with copying you in areas where she can. She never knew how much she detested the taste of coffee up until she tried the same one as you right after you left the cafe. Made an identical face at the gut-wrenching drink, satisfied the crap out of her.

ּ As does every time she realizes you have something in common, it’s a feeling of deep delight she always saw on corny lovebird’s faces, never thought she’d live long enough to feel it herself. She coughed it up and maintained her coolness, rapidly blinking away the tears before they formed.

ּ Would hear bloodthirsty voices whenever someone so much as checks you out, yeah, she sees it before it even happens. Definitely before you notice it.

ּ And if that ‘bastard’ ever steps foot your way and tries a sweet word on you? She’d be seeing a holocaust with his head on top, it fucks with her bad.

ּ It’s the only situation which she has no control over. If it’s a yes from you, might lose it and wouldn’t know how to stop herself. 

ּ The fucking thought of someone else touching you the way she dreams of doing every single day and night makes her want to murder. It scares her, to lose control. 

ּ But strangely, it has always been rejection from your side for reasons she doesn’t know. Isn’t sure if she wants to, but damnit she’s insanely curious. 

ּ ‘Long distance?’, ‘Her partner’s up?’, ’Not into the market?’,,

ּ ‘Does.. she know about ..me?’,,

ּ This girl is delulu, she feels as if there’s some sort of connection between you two. Believes that you’re waiting for her, somehow, even though you’ve never once met properly. 

ּ For that cause, the local brothel sees non of her face anymore, just doesn’t serve her. This crazy wants to ‘save’ herself for you ‘too’.

ּ And baby don’t even try to look for something you dropped behind, that thing is gone from you. Stolen. 

ּ Your precious napkin, which you embroidered your name on yourself, was missed for weeks before you gave up the search for it. 

ּ You did it to yourself.

ּ It was hanging from the edge of your bag, and to her joy, undid itself dropping unfurled on the ground— poor thing must’ve been badgered by Sevika’s glares just bullying it, remotely pulling it till it gave in.

ּ Girl was going rumpus at this four-sided fabric in the middle of the ground, all the feet around it seeming like threats, near tripped landing flat on her face speed walking to it. Felt as if it was withering away every second just laying there— your scent is fading.

ּ ‘Shit, shit, SHIT—‘,,

ּ Puts on a nice little show of ‘whoops, my cigarillo fell’ right next to it, picks them both up at once moving too smoothly. But the havoc in her head,,

ּ ‘It’s mine- it’s- her everything on here’,,

ּ Fumbles even her internal monologue, body’s floating in disbelief. Slides it in her fanny in a hurry only seen on guilty thieves. It’s secured. The moment she got back up she knew, she’s in for a plethora of amazing orgasms that night.

ּ And it was. Sevika couldn’t wait to get home and just fuck herself with this new piece of you.

ּ “So.. soft.. “, “smell so damn goo- gonna cum for you, baby”,,

ּ This erotic play going on in her two-seater couch, her robotic meandering through her hair tousling it as she loses all her senses, the napkin utterly wasted in slick by the splatter. Rubs the characters on it against her clit as she nears her high, presses it wholly and stills for that dear finish.

ּ “Fucking fuck”,,

ּ She never grunted so loud. 

ּ Snug leather pulling her in as muscles relax, she holds the fabric up with a little shake in her arms. Hot steam flows out her mouth to the small space between, the look of what she’s done curls her lips into a grin. She’s Mesmerized, pleased. 

ּ A total muddle of her release ingrained on and through your name. She recollects her breathing, bringing the napkin closer, its damp edges hugging her face completely. 

ּ And just the stir she’s feeling, sweat, hair, slick and your scent all blended into something otherworldly. Sneaks her tongue out poking the fabric for a taste, making out with the scrap of cloth. It helps her recover instantly, feeling the sensations already rising again.

ּ Rubs it in a circular on last time just drenching her face before sliding it all the way down her body and kickstarting another round. Doesn’t stop until your scent is no more, ending up a swamped sticky mess. Would later on cuss herself out for using it all up in one night.

ּ But she’s patient, it's only a matter of time before she gets her hands on another thing of yours after all. The brute guarantees it.

ּ For you? Sevika would hang on to the sidelines endlessly, watching you closely from a distance only visible outside of her head. 

ּ As long as your ass is in this city, she owns you.

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ּ I know this is not for everyone and you're welcome to pass over. All I have to say is... this could've been written better. SORRY, the smutiness from this and the last one is getting to me in the form of bad fatigue. Needless to say, I'm thrilled to write the next one!─ sweet cute yummy fluff fluff (∩˃o˂∩)♡,,

ּ Wanted to put lil pictures but Tumblr was completely unhelpful :(

ּ This is only a brief, BRIEF stockpile of stalker!sevika's character in almost every aspect- there is so much more in the twisted mind of yours truly- I could elaborate on every point here but ermm.. let's save that for later.

[meatyarms]

˗ˏˋᴊᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢ´ˎ˗

ּ Sevika And Your Boings ּ 1,004

ּ When it comes to your tits? Oh she adores them, those cute lil buns— no matter the size— on your chest are worth a fortune to her.

ּ She treats them as though they’re completely separate beings from you, her face draws to them by some invisible yet unwavering force. 

ּ And how she loves it when you ramble while straddling her, she’d wrap her arms around your back bringing you closer, buries her face between your boobies and just stays like that. 

ּ Follows your chatter with grunts and giggles, shaking her head in the space even more. You’d play with her hair and make tiny braids that would quickly unwind, or press on the muscle of her shoulders or back for stress relief as you blab about the frustrating customers you deal with at work.

ּ Something she’d always go back to after hardships, even your little pickles would be resolved with her apologizing in your tits. 

ּ “Shorry,, my vault,,” ,, - even if it wasn’t she’d still be the one to do it -

ּ Her ‘menacing’ growl all wrapped and muffled, at this point you’d forget what started the fight in the first place and just squeeze her in your chest further. You’d both chuckle.

ּ Everything about Sevikas voice is sexy, its depth, throatiness and roughness. And when those magical vibrations travel through your body your mind literally hits a stop, no thoughts, just listening and feeling them. It’s as if she’s speaking through you. 

ּ “Like the ma wash cuelesh en losht, sho shtubid” ,,

ּ She in turn enjoys hearing the variations of your heartbeat as you switch between subjects, would try to calm you down if it went too fast. 

ּ Or when she’s back from a bad fight all bloody and clearly in need of medical attention, you’d fix her up with what you have in the kit but it wouldn’t be enough. She’s fresh out, still carrying the nerved headspace and you know better than to try with her stubbornness and tell her anything.

ּ After a while of looking and not saying a thing she’d reach her arm for your waist, eyes weary and on your chest then you’d know what to do right away. You carefully sit on her lap and tuck her in, Then she’d finally take a good deep breath in.

ּ It’d eat you up inside how adorable she looks just being consoled by them, this 6-foot tall woman would be just a baby in need of nursing— your knockers.

ּ That’s with all the soft stuff, she rather thrives on skin-to-skin contact.

ּ You pop in into the room and she starts moving, like a second nature, always has a hand on them. Pressing, squeezing, and sucking.

ּ Sevika and oral are bound together like opposite poles of a magnet, touching is not nearly enough she needs to feel them in her trap. It’d be anywhere, anytime, she’d find some way to at least put her lips on them.

ּ You just wanna enjoy your book laying on the couch and you’d find her under your shirt kissing and sucking them whole, you can’t move from under her or focus on the page you’re at so you settle for a glare. 

ּ “Keep readin’, I’m busy over here”,,

ּ She makes sure to fill your closet with over-oversized shirts, ‘gifts’ that would later on help her gain access to your chest area easily. Sometimes she’ll nap with a tit in her mouth, you can’t help but ogle at the sight.

ּ Leaves you torn between getting up and rousing her or staying and eventually sleeping like this, you’d lean more to the latter most of those nights. 

ּ Those days where she’d be swamped with work and comes home late to find you already sleeping, not even with both eyes functioning, she’d plunge on the bed next to you then slowly snuggles to your boobies and doze off.

ּ Not having felt them for the entire day steals life from her, you bet your ass she pictures them in her mind while on the job. How they feel, move, taste, someone would have to shake her back to reality at times.

ּ Of course, you’d wake up to find whatever top you had on lain on the floor the next day. Sometimes torn, other times nowhere to been seen. If she didn’t want you wearing anything to bed she couldn’t have expressed it more obviously.

ּ And how could she forget to leave scars on her two beloveds? Her sucking would get harder in the bedroom, as in making your nipples swollen afterwards kinda hard. 

ּ Pounds the shit out of you while sucking on them, going back and forth between them, biting as the high approaches.

ּ Then when she’s done and sits up to look at you all dumb and lost in the pleasure, her eyes would instantly dart to your breasts. They’d be glazed, long bite marks running right through your nipples coupled with smaller contusions around. She is unfathomably content here.

ּ “Looks so red, baby”, “so fuckin’ perfect,,”,,

ּ They’d be her stress toys, how she’s feeling reflects on them. They only collect more bruises with time and she makes sure of it, she so would brag about beating your titties the way she does men.

ּ But they’re her business only.

ּ Just the thought of a peeper laying their eyes on them irks her, she’d fight the air about it. 

ּ Lets you wear whatever the hell you want, sometimes you’d go for something a little skimpy on the chest but only because it’s cute. She knows you don’t play jealousy games so she goes on guard mode instead of bothering you about it, always with you, on you, around you. 

ּ She’d proclaim herself to be your keeper.

ּ Only idiots would be fooled into thinking you were on your own once she was a distance away from you, those would taste blood soon enough, setting an example for the rest.

ּ “Look at my girl like that again and I’ll run you through, little shit”,,

ּ Yeah, this lady would die between your schmelons.

,,,

ּ This is the first time my own work gives me butterflies in my stomach (ಥ ͜ʖಥ) This Sev might just be my favorite! You are so sick of hearing me say this but,, she's jus a baby,,

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ּ Sevika's obsession with your cheeks ּ 1,247

ּ Her babygirl with two flappy cheeks that would bounce with her every step? Oohh, the things she’d do for them. 

ּ She’d stop killing for them. She’d drop her rightful gold on the playing table and leave. She’d give the knuckleheads their teeth back. 

ּ Talk about having a bad craving. If you didn’t stop her every time, you wouldn’t have half of your face on you. 

ּ She would’ve taken a full bite right through your cheeks from the moment you saw each other— your clumsy ass bumped into her, smearing all the gravy on your face over her shawl with a mouth full of fish. You’re still trying to forget. 

ּ Although, you strongly believe that if you didn’t have the fat on them then you’d have died right there and then, smitten with her robotic arm or something. But she stood frozen, goggling at the perfectly round stuffing of your cheeks. Girl fell in love~

ּ They’d be her good luck charms. She’ll have you closely seated in her lap all cute and comfortable, exchanging little chuckles and mean comments on the other players to each others ears in secrecy. 

ּ As the game nears the end, Sevs smile only grows, then a kiss on your sweet face tenders to seal the winning move. Could be that she’s just a grandmaster at poker or insanely nice luck, but it works always.

ּ “All cuz o’ you, baby”, “I’ll getcha somethin’ warm and delicious with the cash, hm? Watchu say, princess?”,,

ּ Who’d feed you a ton, the most food you’ve ever seen in your life has been out of her pocket. Watching you eat so well makes her full on itself, she’d slide her untouched plate to you, knowing the kind of reaction she’ll get.

ּ “Not tonight, Sevy. You must eat too”,,

ּ It never works, you’ll end up taking it anyway but still. 

ּ “Already had a bite before, eat up”, “If you won’t eat it then it’ll jus’ be wasted. That what you want, baby?”,,

ּ Such a tease, and all to see your cheeks work around the spoonfuls. Full doughy round skin spinning oh so adorably, she’d rub her fist on her chest to calm her turnt heart down, lips pursed and ears blushing to a terrible extent.

ּ You so much as look at anything edible, she’d start walking towards it with a bag-full of coins, would later on bring it back in the dozens. She knows you don’t like to waste food or the money she splurges on it, driven with guilt you end up cramming it all down. Just like she wanted.

ּ Widened eyes and gaping mouths would follow after Sev during the first few months into your relationship, it was a shock to everyone once you spoke. Even for her.

ּ She’d tilt her head, eases her face muscles, turning her voice into a tone so soft her throat is unfamiliar with it and the sweetest twinkles in her eyes. But of course, non of it she feels, all is her subconscious’s doing the moment you opened your mouth.

ּ But by then it was too late, everyone’s seen it, her melting all over you. 

ּ *coughs awkwardly*  “So uh… who was uh- so what happened next, sweetheart?”,,

ּ It used to knock her with fluster and embarrassment, and although she really tried, she just can’t help herself. How on earth is she supposed to be the ‘tough no bullshit Sevika’ with your squishy squashy cheeks nearby? 

ּ And just the overwhelming contrast between the two of you when you walk in a room together, Sevs large intimidating physique with a darling little chunky girlfriend holding onto her arm. 

ּ It certainly made less threatening her aura, even inspired more of her colleagues to be comfortable enough to approach her and try to get along.

ּ Eventually, nothing was able to hold her back from showing love to your cheeks anymore. She’d have you locked in her arms, slowly but surely sliding you into her lap whenever you sat. Your face being fiercely tugged by her mouth, just sucked until painted red, leaving you to utter slurred phrases when making an order.

ּ “Uh- tooh beer pleah”, “fank you”,,

ּ Sucking your words away, doesn’t even acknowledge the waitress, all her attention succumbed to the sweetness in her mouth. 

ּ Sitting next to Sevika would quickly be an option no more, even to the point of becoming strange. She’d recline on the seat ahead of you, sprawling her legs keeping a hand on your waist then guides you onto her thigh. Wraps her arms around you completely, lips stuck on your side kissing and eating the fat out. 

ּ Pampering you explicitly. 

ּ She’d know a problem on you when you work around her arm and choose the seat instead. Dang it. It breaks her heart to shreds to see her cute-cheeked girl moping around ignoring her.

ּ Your glumness is seriously contagious and would wash over her the whole way back home, she’d fall into a sulk having no idea what’s wrong with you. It just hurts her too much, to think that she might’ve done something wrong to your cute self.

ּ Would later follow up every sentence with an ‘I’m sorry, baby’ when y’all talk it out— doesn’t matter if it was on her or not, she’ll be sorry as shit. 

ּ Then would tuck her hands in her body heat, warming them up before touching your face, cups your cheeks and starts playing with them. Letting all of the pent up cuteness aggression go off. You’d quickly end up a finished abused mess.

ּ Half of the fucking would be blatant body worshipping, starting with your ill-fated face.

ּ “C’mere, lemme take a bite”,,

ּ You’d be full on naked, your whole body for her to love on and yet you’d find her canoodling your cheeks instead. Acting like they too finally got undressed with you.

ּ Hammers your guts out while groaning in your cheeks. Biting, sucking, spoiling them with painful attention until you can’t feel them anymore. 

ּ Her pace still fixed, she lifts herself up and looks. They’d be flared, bobbing and wobbling every time she pounds into you. Fuck. It’s too good of a sight for her.

ּ “Shit. You so fuckin’ cute, baby”, “Imma fuck you all night, princess”,,

ּ Who’d nuzzle her nose in them when she wakes up in the morning, digging deep enough for a dimple to start shaping. You’d be shaken awake to your face squeezed in hers, whispering sweet little promises before leaving for work. 

ּ “Will mish you lotsh”, “gunna love you when I get back, mm?”,,

ּ Sometimes it’s hard to tell if she’s talking to you or to your cheeks. 

ּ She pats your head just how you like it until she’s sure you’ve fallen back asleep, then leaves quietly.

ּ Who would continuously ask you to repeat your little tales over and over, just to keep your cheeks busy. Her eyes would squinch looking at you with absolute proudness as you rattle on, butterflies in her stomach at your full cheeks stretching and bending in all kinds of rounded shapes.

ּ “You just keep talkin’, baby”, “wanna hear that story again, would ya repeat it one more time for me, doll?”,,

ּ She’s mad? Just give her your side profile. Tired? Put something in your mouth and munch on it, she’ll attack. 

ּ Maybe it was her instinctive need to provide and protect or servitude being the language with which she shows love, but something pure has possessed her after you and she never stopped giving you the world since. 

,,,

ּ Made it yummy n cute cuz I fucking love chubby girls and I'd imagine Sev would too ♡

ּ Slowing down the writing uploads, need to recalibrate on some stuff. Might reinvent my blog or smth, icon won't be touched tho. Thanks for reading ♡,,

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ּ Attentive Modern Sevika ּ 1,077

ּ This girl is soft, like the kind of soft where if you touched it you’d get a little tingly on your fingertips, she looks after you consistently.

ּ It’d be teeny tiny things like placing a full bottle of water on your desk when it doesn’t have one, cap twisted open slightly, and cold as ice.

ּ Would yell ‘posture!’ From across the house, the floor above/below, outside, anywhere her eyes meet semi-slumped shoulders on you.

ּ You’d fix yourself quickly before she walks over and pulls your back up with a grip not too tight, it’s something she keeps having to remind you of a couple times a day. Even for her long fuse she gets somewhat irritated when you don’t take care of yourself well.

ּ Who would memorize all the things that would make you smile, then try to get as much of it for you as possible. 

ּ The chocolate scones from the place she passes by everyday going to work were delicious and all until she kept bringing them back home in increasing amounts, filling you up with the taste till eventually you got bored of it and wouldn’t eat it anymore.

ּ She’d listen close when you complain about random things, your loofa goes missing? A new one appears the next day. Don’t have an outfit for an outing? Drags you to all the places you like to shop at and pays for it too.

ּ When it comes to money your wallet speaks air, might as well throw it away, that thing became useless the moment you moved in together— a week after she confessed, all tomato face, not a single sentence spoken coherently, probably had a never-ending nosebleed after you screamed ‘yes’.

ּ But seriously, you aren’t able to remember the last time you paid for anything. 

ּ And she doesn’t need to be there with you for this, you out with your friends and reach for your pocket to pay for the snacks at the movies and you’d find tons of neatly folded cash in your ol’ wallet. It’d be stuffed, clearly messed with if it has this much green inside.

ּ Your phone, which you thought was low on battery, would be charged to the max and her texts already incoming.

ּ “Hey baby 💕, just making sure you’re okay.” “Are you having fun?”, “Do you need anything?”,,

ּ Even without her being there, these little things she does makes you feel like she is right beside you making sure you’ve got everything you ever need at all times.

ּ She’d always be the one to pick you up, no matter how many times you'd tell her that you prefer walking back home, it only worries her.

ּ “Well what if you get jumped??”, “You know how many people go missing everyday??”,,

ּ She can’t handle the thought of you being outside alone, the most gruesome true crime cases would rush through her head at once sending her into a panic. 

ּ Maybe even to the point of surpassing the speed limit a couple roads down and is gripping the wheel with all her might, girly is flying the car into the sky for you.

ּ Her legs only stop quivering on the floor mats when she finally arrives at the location and spots you waving at her, would reach for the door from her seat and open it for you. Takes your coat and puts it on her lap as you buckle up, then listens to how corny the movie you saw with your friends was.

ּ Would wrap her arm around you the moment you’re out of the car, bringing all the things she’s been aching to do with you the whole day to life. You’d know the true meaning of clingy then, she just misses you so much.

ּ Who’d carry all the chores whenever you were on your period and treat you as if you were on your death bed, she knows what works for you and what doesn’t and acts accordingly. 

ּ The bathroom cabinet full of the pad brand that does best for you, nightly pads too, a full container of the specific painkillers that really help you with the cramps.

ּ She’d already be pouring hot water into the heating pad the moment you say ‘ow’.

ּ Her bag would be the embodiment of a magical lamp, she’d stuff a little bit of everything in there whenever you two went out together. 

ּ All that you need from mint gums to flavored lip balms are a single word away from you.

ּ Doing the deed for her would be like walking on egg shells, thin shells, she makes sure the room isn’t short on tissues, lubricant, water, hair ties, towels, an overly fluffy pillow and whatever the hell you might need.

ּ This baby would drown you in lube and ask:

ּ “Does it hurt??”, “are you okay like this?”, “should I stop, baby??”,,

ּ And don’t let her see you cry, of pleasure or otherwise, or she’ll start planning her own end. She’s all about gentle, nothing rough or harsh which leaves you begging for it sometimes.

ּ Aftercare is her forte, she arguably cleans you up better than you do yourself. Nothing more she loves than being fully responsible over you, it literally helps her complexion.

ּ She’d tuck you in and press sweet kisses on your face and hands before leaving for work in the morning, you’d wake up later that afternoon to a note on the side table,

ּ “Eat what’s on the kitchen table! Will come home late, love you”,,

ּ With a big red heart drawn at the end— more of an almost-circle, but you appreciate her efforts anyway.

ּ Would later on proceed to text you every 30 minutes to see how, what, when and where you are. She loves it when you’d send her live pictures of the dinner you’re cooking for her, or update her on the new laundry machine she bought and how much better it works— you complained about the last one, to yourself…

ּ And of course, she’d have a cute little picture of you in her wallet and like everywhere else. A pendant with your selfie on it hanging from the rearview mirror in her car, another one framed in her workplace and definitely in the back of her transparent phone case.

ּ It’d faultlessly pull her mouth to the side into a smile each time she sees yours on her stuff, toss a level or two of new energy into her day.

ּ The epitome of a sucker for you, this Sev.

,,,

ּ I could jot all day (΄◞ิ౪◟ิ‵) scratch what i said last time, this Sev is my favorite. But imagine Sevy DRIVING DHJDBHCD

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ּ Modern Library Patron Sevika ּ 1,083

ּ Bibliophile Sevika, always seen where books were kept and a regular at the grand library. She is one well-dressed intellect, has an endless allegiance with turtlenecks, paired with grey chinos trousers, brown or black belt running through and shiny Oxford shoes to finish off. A camel coat would be thrown on occasion.

ּ A devoted homebody, for a few months now since she made the house into a library of her own— a lifelong dream of hers that was specially stirred up by your moving in, leaving you alone didn’t sit right with her. Likes anything domesticity. 

ּ She’d race you in house chores. Knows every ting of all the appliances and reaches them before you ever could, doesn’t even let you feel the real weight of a full laundry basket without sneakily taking it off your hands, quietly approaches you from behind and next thing you know you were holding onto nothing. 

ּ “Heyy those were mine.”,,

ּ It could get under your skin, feeling like you’re of no use around the house, but she’s willful as heck in this.

ּ “And now they’re mine.”,,

ּ And she hums little melodies while doing those sweet deeds. 

ּ Who’d prepare your favorite drinks with some snack variants on the side and goes on to find you wherever you’d be in the house to rave about a new favorite book, you’d know what she’s after the instant you hear cups clanking from a mile away.

ּ She always hopes to inspire something in you with a different read this way, take some interest and build up to it until y’all end up sustaining an enlightening conversation till dusk, all the plates emptied. You’d finish with a severely parched throat but an expanded knowledge and vocabulary each time.

ּ Would read you to bed when your sleep comes in later than you’d like, her voice’d be all tired and raspy, going lower and lower as more pages turn, you’d finally find ease in her growls and doze off.

ּ Sometimes you’d return the favor and read her favorites back, she’d never sleep to it though. Lays on her side facing you, glad-eyed at your lips and the warmest most endearing of feelings sprouting from within. To have her treasured works read out by you makes her go soft. She falls harder on nights like these.

ּ If you two weren’t staying up late to create or change the way a book ended then it was to carry over a hot series of intimate embraces which were probably started by one of you going steamy on the new plot.

ּ She’s a keen romantic, goes rough down there but shows nothing but kindness to the rest of your body. Talkative through it all and rephrases her affection in plenty different ways until your last orgasm knocks you to sleep, would raise your arm burying her lips in your knuckles and every inch from that point on till she reaches your face, brushes your hair away before absolutely eating you.

ּ You’re dazed, nothing except her smooches are keeping you awake but she wouldn’t let you leave before telling you how well you’ve done.

ּ “You’re incredible, you know that, baby?”, “I’ll have your favorite in the morning, m’kay?”,,

ּ Got her own personal apron, wraps around her perfectly & is incessantly spotless from selvage to selvage. She’d wake up fresh and early, opens to a new page on the cooking book she’s been following- as per your liking- against the kitchen window and starts making breakfast miracles. 

ּ All while you’re still trying to make out what’s dream from reality— opening your eyes. It’s 7 am and your legs feel gone.

ּ Getting ahead to lay out a nice spread for her girl never hurt Sev, in fact, the only scars she’s gotten were paper cuts and a lot of ‘em. Where she’d have a stack of books, there’d always be a plaster pack on top. 

ּ Doesn’t really pay attention to the way she’s holding the book, either with her fingers pressed too hard against the edge or that she’d slept with her face under a muddle of pages, a stinging bruise would appear soon enough.

ּ And there’s nothing like the frenzy she’d be in whenever you were the one to get a paper cut, she could be on the other side of the room and she’d still hold herself accountable for it, makes a mess trying to patch it up.

ּ “I should’ve seen it shit, I’m sorry..”, “let me.. let me read that for you instead, yeah?”,,

ּ Who can every so often be found sitting on the lounge chair outside rather later in the night with her nose in the moonlit pages of a book. You’d come by and snuggle on her chest when she’s far too missed, she’d run her fingers through your hair and rub your head.

ּ You’d know the novel’s taken an interesting turn when she slows down, but she’d quickly pick up the pace once she realizes and kisses your head as an unspoken apology.

ּ At times you’d wake up on the bed, others under the same sky bundled up in her secure grip— you’ve fallen over multiple times before, Sevy went crazy, you had to practically bite it into her that you were, indeed, not dead. 

ּ She’d look adorably helpless, hair tie pulled down to the last bits hanging a few moments before falling, bandages coming off revealing numerous finger cuts, lips bending limply and book lain on the ground.

ּ Arms tightening up around you as you release the pressure on her half tail and take the tie out, re-stick the plasters on and lay your head back to sleep.

ּ Who’d quickly lose count of how much booze she’s had over poetry, looks at you dead serious and recites a sappy Shakespearean sonnet like grave business, her irises glowing with zeal. She’s passionate and you’re trying so hard to swallow your laughter. 

ּ She’d recognize your stifling face and rushes to corner you, playfully beats you with hard kisses and light bites on your neck.

ּ “Oh really? That how you wanna play, baby?”, “You laughin’ at Shakespeare now?”,,

ּ Uses tiny printed pictures of you as bookmarks. A tragic storyline could really get to her, in some cases she’d have to take a break from turning another page and ready herself for that undesirable twist when she picks back up and a mini glimpse of you while putting the bookmark in sure makes it a whole lot easier.

ּ And with bookworm Sevika to call your partner, you’ll want for nothing. 

,,, ּ pt2

ּ This is the partner of my dreams, universe please! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ Thanks for reading & for all the support last month!! Ya'll are too good for me♡♡

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meaty… hey meaty… MEATY!

What if library patron Sevika met you at the library. What if YOU were a librarian!?!?! Would she have a panic attack upon meeting you? Love at first sight for both parties? Would you give her extended checkout dates free of charge? Would you have book recommendations ready for her on her expected visits (cause she only comes on days when she knows you're working)? Would she try to fluster you by checking out some very steamy and suggestive titles? Maybe try to woo you with a new language she just learned from her latest book run? Just... some thoughts.

Love your fics and art! <33

Oh, oh.. is this... my fIRST EVER REQUEST?!?! I'll panic later!! Now, there's work that must be done!!

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ּ Modern Library Patron Sevika ּ pt2 ּ 1,167

ּ Whether it was refuge, hideaway or a sanctuary, the city’s library has grown closely intimate with Sevika’s constant presence. She could count the divisions, shelfs, seating areas with her eyes closed. Knows the number of steps she’d have to take in order to reach any given corner of the place and the staff had nothing but admiration to express whenever they spoke of her. 

ּ Rarely ever needs help finding anything, but for the kind purpose of making the elderly library’s keepers feel helpful she’d spring a question here and there. She had stuck to this place since moving to the city and never failed to show up, marked many of her favorite pieces here. Repeatedly.

ּ While the library’s usually vacant most of the year it also has its fair share of visitors as the seasons changed, going rather lively when students from nearing schools would need a scenic, tranquil place to call a study room. 

ּ So naturally, when she first saw you plonking a tower of books she looked on you as though you were another undergraduate wanting to prep for some eminent exam, and usually her notion would be spot on— it rarely ever happens that someone would linger around the library for the lone fun of reading, so Sev would easily detach from her active surroundings and retain focus on the book at hand.

ּ “Oh! Uh, that would actually be right here, ma’am.”,,

ּ Your phantom-like coming up from behind made her jump, caught the book before it slipped off the shelf. She didn’t even hear you walk in, pointing to the shelving unit on the opposite side of her. 

ּ “That book? Goes with these, yeah?” 

ּ She paused, not cuz of the scare but a lovely scatter in your eyes. Maybe it was the scores of hanging lamps on the ceiling formulating a celestial constellation that seemed to glint through your eyeballs, whatever it could’ve been, it certainly was a sight to behold when she looked down at you.

ּ Girl was stuck with the book hanging in the air too long, you had to break this trance she was in and take it, put it back on the right shelf. And it worked, with a needed head shake, she fixed herself up.

ּ “Uhm, sorry, you a- you are ah..”,,

ּ Holding up the card Id around your neck, “I work here! Well, since today.” 

ּ “Oh.” 

ּ Tugged her lips into a half smile at your bubbly disclosure. It hit her, a new employee, a young one.

ּ “Uh, sorry I must’ve remembered wrong, heh.”, “Thank you.”,,

ּ And scrammed outa that tight spot, not the space splitting the shelfs apart but that flurry of strange urges which she read so much about. Feeling lightheaded, she went to a less occupied corner of the library to deal with the turmoil.

ּ You had questions of your own, and likewise, it was every bit strange finding out that someone like her could be the renowned Sevika the keepers would talk your ears off about. A fashionable one too. Maybe you will keep working here after all, hmm.

ּ Who’d soon learn your timetable like clockwork and match up to it— that was made possible after countless days of waiting on you to come in only for her to get it wrong and ends up withering away in the library for long hours, lifelessly drives back home. 

ּ But ultimately, catches up with you so well that not an instance goes by where you’d be around without her also being there.

ּ Sometimes she’d arrive right on cue and spots you walking on the sidewalk then dashes to hold the door open for you, spurring a cheery exchange of greetings, life updates and a few chuckles. 

ּ Would start coming up with bags of coffee she’d have bought for you and the staff, and while the elder librarians believed that Sevika was in some altruistic mood, you always had an inkling it was something more.

ּ Probably cuz of the very apparent hysteria erupting in her each work day. You’d clock in a few minutes late to your shift and immediately notice her head standing out in the deserted place, doing your best to keep your eyes to yourself as her little figure goes restless, skimming pages mindlessly, stealing glances, shaking her legs and oh the panic. 

ּ She’d make it her mission to try and empress you by circling up a bunch of books all within your interest and checks them out— was able to catch the title of a cover that seemed to absorb you completely after tailing you one day. You’d be flabbergasted, screaming internally at the chance of fellowship with her.

ּ “Those are some nice choices today.”,,

ּ Poor girl, can’t help but freeze at your appraises.

ּ “Oh, uh, yeah th- thanks, heh.”,,

ּ Who’d never put any of your recommended pieces down until she’d scanned it cover to cover, sometimes twice. Comes back to you with high spirits and positive feedback.

ּ “it was uh- it was great, heh, I really liked it. Got more titles for me today?”,,

ּ You’d ready a list for her on the daily then go scour the library looking for the books together. You always found this activity extremely fun, as did Sev, it was the catalyst of many inside jokes, more comfort in each other’s company and eventually built in trust.

ּ To such an extent that you’d instinctively give her a free pass to return books whenever she wanted. You didn’t think to speak it though, thought it was implied enough, but that was before she forgot to bring in a borrowed piece on its due date— her body took a screenshot upon reviewing her record, lost hearing in one ear and god, you've never heard as many apologies coming from the same person in your whole life before.

ּ Who falls prey to her dopey whims and puts 50 shades of gray in front of you to list, sending the both of you into a soaring fluster and a train of stutters for conversation. It’d catch you by surprise seeing as only yesterday she was halfway through a brainy philosophical read, wherever did this come from?

ּ Not her best moment, just another attempt to drop a hint at you. Winds up as surprised with herself as you are.

ּ She’d casually slip in something about that Arabic language book she’s been reading in the middle of your longer chats, strikes a pose and prattles on knowing only half of what she’s saying but you couldn’t care less, not with this foreign eargasm dripping outa her mouth like honey. You’d sit there with shivers running down your back from how much deeper her voice dives pronouncing those sharp syllables. 

ּ And most definitely offers you a ride when your shifts ended, you’d decline for the reason that your place is in walking distance from the library but that doesn’t stop her from asking anyway.

ּ You know you’ll say yes one of those days, though, seeing how things slowly develop is interesting. For the time being.

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ּ Anon... nony... NUNU! -this means baby where I'm from lol- you've got a nice head on you there, sparked a ton of new ideas in me too! Goodness!! And I thought I couldn't write her any cuter (´༎ຶ ͜ʖ ༎ຶ `)♡ I also rly like how you captured her in the actual library, this just had to be a whole thing on its own. Thank you <33