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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.

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