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idc if they donât make sense evolutionarily, humans should have ears and tails. they are CUTE. imagine having ears to express your emotions? a tail to fidget with? like they would be so cute???
like so u can see the christmas animation! itâs so cutee :)
sevika steps outside, coat heavy on her shoulders, breath fogging in the air, only to get nailed in the chest with a snowball.
she blinks and slowly looks up.
youâre already laughing, cheeks pink, hands bare and reckless. âwhaat?â you say, innocently âthought you could handle it.â
her mouth tilts. âoh,â sevika says calmly. âi see.â
you donât even get time to run. her mech arm whirs softly, precise and unfair, scooping snow faster than any human hand ever could. she packs it tight with mechanical efficiency, eyes locked on you.
the first one hits your shoulder. the second your thigh. the third explodes against your back as you squeal and stumble forward.
âhey, HEY!â youâre laughing so hard you can barely breathe, trying to throw snow back, but sheâs already there, boots crunching, towering over you.
âyou started it,â she says, voice low and amused.
you lunge. itâs messy and uncoordinated and perfect. you crash into her, nearly taking both of you down, fingers cold as sin as you shove a handful of snow straight under her shirt.
sevika hisses.
âyou littleââ she grabs your wrists instantly, her hand grips your waist as icy shock runs down her spine. she sucks in a sharp breath, eyes narrowing. âthatâs cheating.â
âso is that arm,â you grin.
she laughs, like a dad, short and rough, breath warm against your face. she leans in, and kisses your neck, snow melting between you.
âworth it?â she murmurs.
before you can answer, she dips her head and kisses your lips.
itâs slow, unhurried, lips warm and firm against yours, completely at odds with the cold around you. her hand comes up to cradle your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek where snowflakes cling.
you kiss back without thinking, fingers curling into her coat, forgetting the fight, the cold, everything but her.
when she pulls back, her nose is slightly red, hair dusted white, eyes soft in a way only you ever get to see.
âtruce?â you ask quietly.
sevika hums, presses one more kiss to your lips. âfor now,â she says.
then she dumps snow down the back of your shirt and bolts.
authorâs note: that pic of sevika is so good i had to include itđ
you woke up with a slight jolt, groaning as you sat up on the couchâhair disheveled, clothes askew, disoriented. you mustâve fallen asleep on the couch again, and judging by how your breath just felt like it smelt bad, clearly it was not on purpose. no, it definitely seemed like a âiâm only going to watch a few episodes and totally not go to sleepâ kind of thing happened, but clearly it didnât work.
âshit, i didnât even start editing that yetâŚâ you muttered, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
your legs felt like sludge as you trudged to your bathroom, not even bothering to close the door behind you. you definitely felt a little guilty for not adhering to your upload schedule, but maybe you could get it out on time if you locked in for six hours. and even if you didnât, your subscribers would understandâthatâs the kind of community you cultivated, and you were grateful for every last one of them.
all 350,000 of them.
and sevika, just so happened to be apart of those 350,000 fans.
although, she would prefer to be distinguished from all those other subscribersâthey didnât like you like she liked you.
she was sure none of them were constantly checking and modding your discord server, none of them were subscribed to the highest tier of your patreon and donated every time you streamed. noânobodyâs doing all of that. because at that point, anyone who did that clearly wasnât there just for the content. most people would like, comment, occasionally donated on a stream, and that was it. but sevika went the extra mile⌠you could say.
she was leaned back on her couch while eating a bowl of corn flakes, phone gripped in her hand as her thumb swiped up on the screen. she was going through your tiktok account for the⌠seventh time this week? who knowsâsheâs not counting.
you even looked pretty in the clips you posted to your social media. so fucking pretty. sevika wanted to see you when you werenât in front of the camera, just relaxing. she wanted to see you all the time, really all the time. but that was the kind of thinking that got people caught.
and then sevika heard something that made her ears perk up. she scrolled back to the videoâa clip from a live stream you recorded, a week or two ago. it was casual, just answering questions from your chat.
âsomebody just asked about the unsolved murder cases i did the other day? no yeah, it really creeped me out investigating one of those cases, becauseâand iâm not gonna give out detailsâbut one of those people were literally murdered like 10, 15 minutes away from my apartment. and the fact that it was so recent with seemingly no motive to kill an innocent 26 year old guy⌠yeah it uh, it definitely makes me paranoid.â
sevika knew exactly what video you were referencingâshe sat through the 2 hour premiere to be the first to watch it. she made a beeline to your youtube channel, finding video with the quickness. she watched the whole thing through, focusing much more when she recognized the name of the victim.
james kelly. 26 year old jersey city resident, found dead in a trash bag behind a mcdonaldâs. you mostly covered the details of the murder, his known last actions before he died, but there was a small section for what heâd done beforeâa short criminal history for unlawful possession of a firearm. that was the only thing that was technically on record, but if you asked anyone who mightâve knew him, they wouldâve said something different. specifically, jamesâ past girlfriends would say that he was a serial domestic abuser.
sevika didnât know him personallyâdidnât have to. she overheard a group of drunk women she was serving at the bar, loudly talking about one of their exes.
âand zoe, didnât you used to date that dead beat guy, james or something?â
âoh my godddd, i remember that! yeah zoe, i donât know what you saw in that guy to stay for like 2 years, he literally hit you when you guys argued.â
âgee, thanks for airing out my business to everybody in the tri-state area! at least youâre informing the public not to date james kelly!â
it wasnât exactly difficult to find him with his full name. because a week after that, sevika was quietly stalking him, learning his routine. and one night, as james was walking home from buying weed, completely unaware of his surroundings, she killed him. it was simple and easyâheadlock, stab, twist in the stomach.
âfuck.â sevika shook her head as she snapped out of her daydream, focusing back on the video. but it was much harder to concentrate now that sheâd made the connection.
she lives in jersey city. james lived in jersey city. and now, apparently, you live in jersey city.
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âthank you so much everybody for tuning in to todayâs video, and i will see you all next week, bye!â
you waved to the camera before reaching to turn it off. leaning back in your gamer chair, you sighed, one of those deep exhales that made you feel the emptiness in your lungs. another crime analysis video for your youtube channel recorded, now staring at you from your monitor, waiting to be edited. but that could wait for nowâyou needed a little break.
you had a medium sized crime analysis youtube channel and podcastâabout 350k subscribers that you were proud of. you made these types of videos because you genuinely enjoyed content creation and learning about these cases to tell your audience. amongst your subscribers, there was sevika. of course you didnât know about her, but she knew a lot about you.
sevika shouldâve been sleeping at 2 in the morning, but her sleep schedule had long since been abandoned. instead, sheâd been in her bathroom for the past half hour, scrubbing her hands to the point where they were practically raw.
of course that fucker had to be a bleederâthe crimson liquid splattered on her clothes and skin when she stabbed him. the process couldâve been so much easier if he didnât struggle when she grabbed him, but nooooo, he had to try and fight back, so now sevika had to get her hands messier than normal. sheâd been picking dried blood from under her nails the whole way home, cursing under her breath that sheâd have to burn these clothes so quickly.
clothes in a trash bag, tedious handwashing, shower. same process she did every time she got home from doing her⌠night job. sevika stood under the spray of the shower, shuddering as the water sluicing off her muscular body warmed up. she stood like that for a minute or two before she remembered her water billâlathering up her washcloth with soap. a hot showerâhell, even a lukewarm shower was refreshing after what she did.
fuck, tonight was particularly macabre. the plan in her head was clearâfollow him until itâs secluded enough, headlock, stab and twist in the stomach until he stops fighting. tried and true method sevikaâs done a thousand times, but this time, the piece of shit got a mean right hook on her. she had to improviseâand sevika hated improvising.
so thatâs how her night wentâclearly not the bestâbut now sheâs home, and can finally relax. doing her routine after her shower felt like a blur because all sevika could think about was you. or rather, your videos. after she stumbled across your channel that first night, she checked back in every once in a while⌠until every once in awhile turned into every other day, to everydayâŚ. you couldnât blame herâthe content was engaging and your voice was surprisingly smooth!
thereâs nothing wrong with playing your videos in the background on her laptop or tv, sevika thrived on background noise. just like how stalking your personal social media so she could see your face more wasnât weirdâthatâs normal. thatâs what fans do.
but she stopped caring about your fans and other people in your audience. this videos were so much better when she imagined they were just for her.
âpfftttt, come on! heâs not gonna know, vi, stop being scared!â powder whisper-yelled.
this was likeâa really bad idea. the ship had just docked in a new port city, and of course, powder wanted to sneak off the ship. vi really wanted to say noâshe was the quartermaster. supposed to be a model crewmate, not sneaking into the city in the middle of the night.
but that guilt was gone by her second beer.
vi guessed it wasnât a horrible idea, she was having a good time with her sister, singing drinking songs when someone broke out in song. and she forgot her responsibilities for a few hours. then, someone came in the barâjust another sailor looking for a drink, but it was when the door was closing, vi got a glimpse of the sky.
shit!
the night sky was starting to lighten just slightly, but that meant that they had to get back to the ship fast. she shoved through the crowd of drunken sailors to grab powder, manhandling her away from a group of sailors she was âsingingâ with.
powder yelled, âhey! whatâs your problem, we were about to sing whiskey in the jar!â
âi donât care!â vi snapped, âcome on, we have to get back to the ship before vander wakes up!â
vi dragged powder out the bar and down the street until she got her footing, speedwalking to get to the pier. and then powder spotted something, right when they were almost on the boat.
âwhoa⌠whatâs that?â
vi groaned, already turning around to grab powderâs wrist, âwhatâs what? stop fucking around, weâre gonna get in troubleââ when she saw it too.
there was a really big fish caught up in a net that was partially buried in the low tide. like, that fish was genuinely huge, but⌠weird looking? because it had skin and scales, hair, arms?? now vi was a lot less confident now that it was a fish, because it resembled a girl more than anything.
and before she knew it, she ran back to the shore and started wading in the sea, reaching the⌠creature when the water reached her waist. vi fished her pocket knife out her pocket, sawing through the thick ropes of the net to try and free the creature. she finally was able to free the head and frozeâoh my god. you were a mermaid, you had to be! you were human in the face, yes, but your ears and fingers were webbed, andâarguably most noticeable, you had scales and a tail. but now was not the time to be gawking at youâvi could see the cuts and scrapes that riddled your body, could hear your shallow breathing.
âpowder!â she called out, âgo get vander, now! itâs a mermaid!â
powder hesitated for just a moment before running up the gangplank, boots thumping as she burst into the captainâs quarters.
âvander! viâshe saidâin the waterâsome mermaidâ!â
vander sat up like a jack-in-the-box, hair rustled and eyes wide. âslow down, powder.â he said. âwhat happened?â
âvi! she found a mermaid in a net! theyâitâwhatever it is, it needs help!â
vander got up without asking another question, nearly falling over in his haste to put on his boots. they ran to the gangplank together, already spotting vi in the water, trying to cut the net more.
vander didnât waste time asking questions. he waded into the water next to vi, eyes filled with concern as he took in your bloodied and bruised body.
âget her free.â he said, already reaching for the net.
viâs hands shook as she cut the last rope, helping vander pull you loose. your limp body felt like it weighed a ton against her chest, seawater sluicing off your scales and dripping from your hair. she cursed under her breath as she looked down at you, worry in every line of her face.
by the time she made it up the gangplank, the whole crew was awake and buzzing with excitement and trepidation. they crowded the rails, all trying to get a look at you as if you were some kind of mythâwhich, you kind of were a myth.
âmove,â vi snapped, shouldering past the gawking sailors.
she carried you straight to the captainâs quarters and laid you down on vanderâs bed, hands hovering in hesitation. there were so many cuts and bruises, and your breathingâshe didnât know where to start.
but just then powder came in, holding the heavy medkit and unceremoniously dropping it on the table.
âso, where do we start, sis?â
°⧠đ đ đ ¡･
itâs the next day. you wake up in a shallow water basin, filled up with water. it wasnât the most comfortable, with half of your tail hanging over the ledge, but it was better than nothing. the moment you tried to move, you could feel every cut, every sore spot, and the tight bandages wrapped tightly around them. itâs a little darkâcold, too. and so unfamiliarâyou donât even know how you got here.
youâre suddenly startled when you hear a gentle knock on the door, followed by the door opening. you hiss before you could think about itâlooking away from the intense sunlight pouring in from the doorway. a figure covered most of the light, and you can see from the shadow that she had put her hands up in a universal, placating gestureâvi.
vi stepped closer, âhey, hey itâs okay sweetheart, itâs just me. i came to check on you, you were⌠in pretty rough shape last night.â
you couldnât understand what she was sayingâthe words rolled and overlapped with each other in such a weird way. you responded with a series of clicks and whistles, your way of saying âhuh???â
vi chuckled a little, a bit of the tension in her shoulders draining. âheh, i didnât quite catch that? i guess we both donât understand each other.â
vi settled herself on vanderâs bed on the other side of the room, both of you getting comfortable near each other.
credits to @soupinspector for the inspiration, i loved her pirate!vi fic, you should go check it out!
(this is old and i'm trying to clean out my drafts)
i want a bunny but unfortunately cannot have a bunny. truly very sad times for me.
anyways enjoy Gf!abby x reader who owns a bunny!! ââ á˘..á˘â
warnings .á.á : reader and abbys ages are early twenties and because i'm projecting this takes place in a college au. ŕ´Śŕľŕ´Śŕ´ż(Ëľ â˘Ě á´ - Ëľ )
btw reader has a holland lop
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you and abby have been dating for quite awhile and its going pretty well, nothing to complain about.
which is why she starts lowkey freaking out when you start mentioning how you want her to meet "someone important" to you.
she thought she had met everyone in your life?? your family, friends. hell she's even met the owners of the 24 hour convenience store you frequent because of how close you are to them.
so who else could be left?
âŚ.
a bunny.
it was a bunny.
she doesnât know whether to be surprised or not. i mean it is you after all so genuinely, what did she expect?
she could hear you rambling off excitedly in front of her as you carefully held the furry little thing, but she was only half listening.
she had been so worried about making a bad first impression on a bunny.
"sheâs so friendly, donât worry too much!" you had exclaimed when you had picked up on her nervousness, giving her a peck on the cheek for extra reassurance.
âabby?..â she snapped out of her trance to look at you, finally seeing your look of concern.
âyou okay?â you were worried she wasnât gonna like marie, maybe even be disgusted by her or even worse! end up being allergic to bunnies. she never mentioned it but you never know.
she thinks for a moment before a look of bemusement forms on her face. âiâm fine baby, i justâŚâ she looks back down at marie.
the adorable creature was currently munching on a piece of lettuce. blissfully unaware of the anxiety she had caused abby.
abby finally lets out a chuckle after a long moment silence. âi was expecting a person...not a bunnyâ
it takes you a moment to process her words before you suddenly look bashful. right, thats what you forgot to tell her.
âoh my god-â she begins to laugh at your embarrassment. "i thought i had already told you about marie!" you begin to defend yourself, lightly slapping her arm as she continues to laugh.
"no wonder you seemed so nervous.." "well yeah! you hyped her up so much i felt like i was meeting your family all over again" she chuckles, feeling more calm as she watched you feed the little bundle of fur another piece of lettuce.
"i mean i've had her since i was 17, she's basically my baby" you coo to the tiny creature as you gently pet her.
"so im basically meeting your child?" its meant to be sarcastic but she recognizes the way you light up at the comment.
"she can be our child!" you excitedly exclaim, practically vibrating with joy as you stare at abby who playfully rolls her eyes.
"i don't know babe...parenthood seems a bit too soon for us" she tries to reason although the thought of it doesn't actually bother her. she would gladly become a parent as long as it was with you.
you don't seem to really hear her words as you begin to ramble out family activites for you three to do. you even suggest doing that current trend of taking those awkward family photos at JC penny.
at some point you pass your fluffy baby over to abby, she hesitates at first but quickly gets used to it.
the pair watch as you throw out ideas, abby can only watch with a soft smile.
you seem to remember something because you suddenly perk up. "oh my gosh!! i need to show you the little outfits i have for her!" you rush out of the room before abby could say anything.
she shakes her head at your antic before glancing down at the fluffy bunny who has been very calm and surprisingly comfortable in abby's presence.
she gently pets her before murmuring, "caused me alot of anxiety y'know?" the tiny ball of fur only snuggles closer, abby chuckles.
suddenly abby and marie tense up at the sound of something falling and crashing.
"i'm okay!" you yell out a second later.
abby lets out a sigh of relief and in her arms it sounds like marie does the same.
"she's gonna be the death of me..." marie lets out a tiny huff, as if she's agreeing with abby.
âââââ§
this is so ass im sorry
this is one of my older attempts at writing a fic so please excuse how short it is. i wanted it to be longer but i ran out of ideas đ
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content: porn with some plot, fingering (r!receiving), mushy gushy feelings, reader has hair, reader wears viâs clothes wc: 1.5k
18+, minors and ageless blogs dni
a/n: something short (lie) and sweet i wrote as a distraction from no looking back.
she had found you writhing in a tide pool, caught in a net.
the water was shallow enough that the transformation had begun, but could not finish. it looked horrible, you hissed and spat at her as she came near, bared your teeth when you saw the glint of her knife.
she moved as quickly as she could, cut you out, then lept back out of your reach.
she expected you to head for the water, but you crawled out onto the sand instead and flipped onto your back.
your eyes fluttered shut with relief. she watched in awe, as the transformation finally completed.
then looked away, bashful, when she realized your scales had melted away, replaced by nude flesh.
she stayed there a while, peeking at you out of the corner of her eye every so often to make sure you were still there, that you really did exist.
once, your eyes met, and she flushed.
when she went to leave, you followed. she tried to tell you to stop, but you stared back at her blankly. she couldnât tell if you didnât understand human communication, or if you just didnât want to listen.
she let you follow her back to the ship eventually. she figured, let vander deal with you.
he doesnât deal with you, not like she expects. he lets you come aboard
âmermaids. theyâre good luck,â he says.
the ship casts off, with you on it. she tries to give you a tour. sheâs not sure how much you absorb. your spend most of your time staring at her. her clothes, her hands, her hair, her face. sheâs not used to being scrutinized like this. she canât shake you, you follow her everywhere.
that night, when she retires to her cabin, you follow still.
she thinks maybe itâs because she saved you, or maybe because she was the first human you saw, youâve imprinted on her. like a baby duckling.
but the way you look at her, itâs hungry.
sheâs never heard of mermaids eating people, but sheâs a little worried you might be tempted to take a bite.
you donât, though.
you crawl into the bed with her. itâs too small for that, and she tries to protest, but you just blink at her silently with those sweet wet eyes, and she makes what little space for you she can.
she expected you to be cool and reptilian, but youâre not. youâre warm, and your chest is plush against her back as you sleep.
itâs nice, but she tries not to get used to it.
she fails.
one night, you donât come to bed after dinner. she tries to sleep, but she canât, not without your arms wrapped around her.
she goes looking for you, and finds you above deck, staring out into the ocean. the look on your face can only be described as one of longing.
âdo you miss home?â she asks.
you wrinkle your nose. âno.â itâs the first word youâve ever spoken to her. and she thinks about how little she knows about you, how much you know about her.
she extends a hand to you, and you smile before taking it, like you knew why she came to find you.
you stop to resupply at a large island port. this time, she follows you as you explore the various store fronts, enchanted by what you see.
at one stall, you watch as a young man buys his companion a tropical flower. the companion, another young sailor, kisses his cheek in thanks. you stare, fascinated, until vi urges you on.
you pass by stalls of jewelry, of pastries, of fruit, but nothing really catches your attention until you see an old woman selling second hand dresses. your eyes light up as you turn to vi.
vi looks you over. you were still wearing her clothing, like you had been since you first came aboard.
she sees the expression on your face, that same look of longing she had seen that night you had snuck above deck. she buys you the dress, and the various accoutrements that accompanied it
you kiss her cheek in thanks. (she hopes the shopkeeper didnât catch her blush)
sheâs awoken one night to the sound of bells ringing above â they were under siege
she grabs her gauntlets and heads up into the fray. you follow. when she sees you, she tries to usher you back below, but you dodge her
the legs may be new to you, but youâre fast on them. she gets above deck just in time to see you dive into the ocean.
thatâs well enough, she supposes. youâd probably be safer down there. her heart pangs a bit at the thought of never seeing you again, but you were from different worlds. it wasnât meant to be.
then, the sky cracks open. lightning strikes the mast of the enemy ship, setting it ablaze. its crew panics, and the fight is over quickly. she doesnât know how, but she knew it had been you who had done it, who had called down the storm.
her compatriots celebrate. she knows she should join them, but all she can think about is the cold, lonely night ahead.
then she hears a voice, singing. itâs beautiful, like nothing sheâs ever heard before.
itâs you.
you wave to her, from the water, and she waves back. you had come to say goodbye. her heart squeezes. but you donât leave. you cock your head expectantly, and she curses, embarrassed. she drops the hand that had been waving and searches for rope to hoist you up.
the transformation looks less painful this time, now that youâre not trapped in a tide pool. youâre not naked either, which is a relief. she helps you to your feet, as the rest of the crew claps and whistles. you may not be naked, but your soaked night dress clings to every curve.
she whisks you below quickly, away from prying eyes.
there she strips you down, dries you off, and offers you some of her clothing. you refuse them, and instead push her back towards the bed.
youâre lovely, she notes, even with salt crusted lashes and damp, matted hair.
youâre also naked, and trying to get her in bed. as she falls back against the mattress, she realizes with a start that you probably donât understand human customs, don't understand the implications of what youâre doing. you probably just think sheâs tired.
then you straddle her, and she thinks, okay, maybe you do understand what youâre doing
you rock down against her thigh, and she sits up to get a closer look at you. she places her hands at your waist, not guiding you, just resting them there.
you rock faster, harder, but itâs clearly not doing what youâd hoped it would. you stop, laying your head against her shoulder in defeat.
âviolet,â you whisper, and the sound of her name in your mouth sends a shiver down her spine. your hair is wet against her shoulder, soaking through her shirt. youâre wet everywhere â she can feel your cunt soaking through the leg of her pants.
you run a finger along her bicep, then squeeze the meat of her arm. you hum with satisfaction at the sensation, and pride swells in her chest.
âneed you,â you whisper. and who is she to refuse you?
she flips you over so youâre flat on your back, and runs two fingers along the core of you. âgonna take care of you,â she promises.
you beam up at her, and nestle further into the sheets.
she keeps rubbing, lazy and unhurried. she looks over your body, slow, committing the sight to memory.
you grow impatient beneath her. you buck your hips, chasing friction.
âiâm sorry,â she says, though she doesnât sound apologetic. âdo you need more?â
you nod desperately.
âokay.â
she slides a finger into you, and you gasp. you feel loose and wet enough around her that she adds another. that oneâs a tight fit. you clamp down around her and arch your back off the bed.
she places on hand on your hip, holding you steady, before she starts fucking you properly.
and sheâd be lying if she said she had never imagined it, with you laying next to her every night.
it exceeds her wildest fantasies.
youâre dripping down her hand. she pulls out for a moment to lick the excess away, and you eye the movement hungrily. before she can push back into you, you grab her hand and suck her fingers into your mouth.
she curses to herself.
you release her with a pop. your lips are wet and shiny and she realizes, suddenly, that sheâs never kissed you.
she fixes that with haste. she can taste the salt of you on your tongue. without breaking the kiss, she slips her fingers back into you. you hitch a leg over her hip, and she lifts it higher to rest on her shoulder.
the new angle is devastating, she can tell from the moan it rips out of you. she shushes you, though she wishes she didnât have to. one day, she tells herself, sheâs going to make you scream.
you manage to stay quiet until you finish. she rewards you with another kiss, and you wrap your arms around her shoulders, holding her against you.
you stay tangled up together for the rest of the night.
ă *:ｼďžâ§*:ｼďžâ§ thinking about, manhandling with vi. HEADCANONS.
⢠this shit has been PLAGUING my mind. & i KNOW iâm not the only bitch who wants her to aggressively chuck me around
⢠before youâre even together, vi who uses her muscles to show off SOOO much omfg đ the amount of muscle tees she buys solely so she can ânonchalantlyâ show you her muscles and just how strong she is. like baby itâs winter put on a jumper thx
⢠UFH i know sheâs a hand on the waist mastermind especially before youâre together!!!! like just her testing the waters with a gentle hand to your waist to move you out the way with a soft âsxuse me princessâ or âmy bad cupcake, thanksâ OHMYGODD just eat my puss already
⢠and for sure one time she did a TWO hand manoeuvre. both hands spanning your waist and gently moving you out of the way ORRRRRRRRR like pulling you back into her chest away from something đŤ you almost walking into something or someone almost bumping into you and suddenly viâs hands are on your waist and gently but firmly and effortlessly hauling you back into her warmth<333
⢠thinking about protective and possessive vi who comes to your rescue when she sees you getting unwanted attention and pulls you FULLY back into her like back to her tits, flush to her, hands on your hips keeping you steady and her chin in your hair. all stone voiced as fuck to whoever was trying to chat you up đ my god NEED
⢠i know itâs basic but idc VI CARRYING YOU WHEN YOUR FEET HURT FROM HEELS!!!!!!! or not even heels just when your feet hurt my gosshhh you donât even have to ask and this bitch will literally just pick you up like itâs nothing, bridal carry so you can cling onto her glorious shoulders thank you. itâs just the way she notices as well đŠ her teasing you for wearing shoes she told you not to wear cuz she knew this would happen but still carrying you anyway<333 (she HIGHKEY doesnât argue that hard and is a giddy little shit cuz she loves carrying you like this)
⢠hands up if youâd melt bro đââď¸
⢠when youâre together, biting her biceps just to watch them flex and then she playfully tosses you away in âangerâ
⢠UGHH just imagining being away from each other for a long time (three days max) then seeing each other again and jumping onto her all dramatic like and she catches you so fucking effortlessly. legs around her waist snug against her warm sturdy body and she REFUSES to put you down or let you go literally doesnât care like âyou put yourself here baby now youâre staying hereâ.
⢠thinking about drunk vi whose an absolute fucking cocky shit and likes to tug you around and all sorts like âim stronger im strongerâ 100000000% coined the phrase âyouâre tinyâ even if youâre taller than her like little bro fucking rest. relentless BEAST
⢠drunk vi LOVES publicly manhandling you đ litch grabbing you by the flesh of your ass and tugging you into her or whatever in the middle of a packed restaurant, does NOT care. drunk vi who also loves picking you UP by your ass LMFAO like this bitch really has something to prove: im drunk and im still this strong and youâre soo in love with me haha.
⢠am i the only one whose knees feel weak at the thought of her chucking me over her shoulder.. no? Okay cool.
⢠thinking aboutttt lowkey pissed vi just being so fed up with your shit she tosses you over her shoulder like itâs nothing like âweâre going homeâ.
⢠OR jealous jealous JEALOUSSSSS possessive vi who will toss you over her shoulder when sheâs fed up with someoneâs shit towards you (as in trying to hit on you or something). full on hand gropping your ass unashamed statement, meanwhile youâre just giggling & exactly where you wanna be. unnamed cat caller has fled the scene.
⢠thinking about her big ass hands spanning your whole waist <3333333
⢠she has totally tried to toss you on the bed all sexy like before and youâve ended up bouncing off and tumbling off the side with the force of her throw đđ this girl was mortified but cackling
⢠lowkey subby vi who manhandles you in the sense that her big ass fucking galactic arms are WRAPPEEDDD are you in a vice grip and sheâs refuses to let you go, moving you where she likes, which is right against her thank you đ. could be anywhere, earlier in the morning her all whiny and literally refusing to let you goâin a bar, refusing to let you leave the table to go get drinks because sheâs half drunk and youâre so pretty and smell so good and she needs you.
⢠1000000% you know youâre getting hoisted up into every surface in your house by her.
⢠kitchen counter is a regular fav although any counter really. you doing your makeup in your morning to leave and vi is all đŁđŁđĄ so she decides she IS going to have her way and turns your ass around, hoisting you up onto the counter all triumphant and happy now, hands caressing all over your thighs.
⢠making dinner in the evening for her when she comes home for work & her seeing you, literally watching her melt and turn so gooey and happy and she walks over and just wraps you in the warmesstttttt safest hug and hoists you up so gently onto the kitchen counter mumbling âi missed youâ into your shoulder<3333
⢠the one time she couldnât contain herself and hoisted you up onto the food plated dinner table and you ended up getting sauce on your favourite jeans and you NEVER have let it go so sheâs never done that again âšď¸ learned her lessons. sorry mommy submissive ass
⢠im not even short myself but just imagining her teasing you about not being able to reach stuff instead of just getting it herself, leaning against the doorframe all smug like until instead of getting it herself she grabs you by the waist and lifts you up so you can get it đŤđŤ so effortlessly and cocky like âmhm i got you princessâ.
⢠OR both of you being absolute short asses and not able to reach shit so thatâs always the way you do it đđ the way you HAVE to do it. her lifting you up so you can get it. youâve gotten so used to it itâs literally just the way you always do it on instinct, so when you do it unthinkingly in a store to get to the top shelfâthe worker with the offered ladder standing there like đŻ
⢠vi who, even if youâre in an argument, always grabs you and yanks you into sitting on her lap<3333 sheâs your seat no matter WHAT honey
⢠carries you over puddles always
⢠literally even the TINEST one you totally couldâve stepped over, she does and youâre like violet đ but sheâs just cheesing and does not care. loves treating you like a queen because you ARE to her
⢠you should fucking see this girls face when someone asks why she does all these things for you sheâs absolutely flabbergasted like wdym????????????? because i love her so much and thatâs my whole world and i would do anything to make her happy????????? and i honestly feel like i should be doing more anyway??????
⢠vi picking you up in surprise from behind and spinning you around while youâre squealing and giggling đđđ the grin on her mf face her heart is so full and warm
⢠one handed carrying you. #soaked. just the way she can SO easily hold you up with one hand on your ass or around your waist or SOMETHING is such a turn on itâs unreal and she knowssssss how much it gets to you this bitch abuses it like hell. fucking CHEAT-CODE.
⢠idk just something something the both of you going on some sort of outdoorsy trip sheâll def need her hands for so she wonât be able to carry you đ thus her refusing to take a backpack so YOU can be her backpack!!!! you piggy backing on her and you have the backpack on your back. playing with her hair and teasing her from behinddddd and sheâs all happy and very effortlessly manoeuvring.
âthank you so much everybody for tuning in to todayâs video, and i will see you all next week, bye!â
you waved to the camera before reaching to turn it off. leaning back in your gamer chair, you sighed, one of those deep exhales that made you feel the emptiness in your lungs. another crime analysis video for your youtube channel recorded, now staring at you from your monitor, waiting to be edited. but that could wait for nowâyou needed a little break.
you had a medium sized crime analysis youtube channel and podcastâabout 350k subscribers that you were proud of. you made these types of videos because you genuinely enjoyed content creation and learning about these cases to tell your audience. amongst your subscribers, there was sevika. of course you didnât know about her, but she knew a lot about you.
sevika shouldâve been sleeping at 2 in the morning, but her sleep schedule had long since been abandoned. instead, sheâd been in her bathroom for the past half hour, scrubbing her hands to the point where they were practically raw.
of course that fucker had to be a bleederâthe crimson liquid splattered on her clothes and skin when she stabbed him. the process couldâve been so much easier if he didnât struggle when she grabbed him, but nooooo, he had to try and fight back, so now sevika had to get her hands messier than normal. sheâd been picking dried blood from under her nails the whole way home, cursing under her breath that sheâd have to burn these clothes so quickly.
clothes in a trash bag, tedious handwashing, shower. same process she did every time she got home from doing her⌠night job. sevika stood under the spray of the shower, shuddering as the water sluicing off her muscular body warmed up. she stood like that for a minute or two before she remembered her water billâlathering up her washcloth with soap. a hot showerâhell, even a lukewarm shower was refreshing after what she did.
fuck, tonight was particularly macabre. the plan in her head was clearâfollow him until itâs secluded enough, headlock, stab and twist in the stomach until he stops fighting. tried and true method sevikaâs done a thousand times, but this time, the piece of shit got a mean right hook on her. she had to improviseâand sevika hated improvising.
so thatâs how her night wentâclearly not the bestâbut now sheâs home, and can finally relax. doing her routine after her shower felt like a blur because all sevika could think about was you. or rather, your videos. after she stumbled across your channel that first night, she checked back in every once in a while⌠until every once in awhile turned into every other day, to everydayâŚ. you couldnât blame herâthe content was engaging and your voice was surprisingly smooth!
thereâs nothing wrong with playing your videos in the background on her laptop or tv, sevika thrived on background noise. just like how stalking your personal social media so she could see your face more wasnât weirdâthatâs normal. thatâs what fans do.
but she stopped caring about your fans and other people in your audience. this videos were so much better when she imagined they were just for her.
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lift your shirt darling, and keep your hands to your back. that's rightâŚhold the hem between your teeth. i know you don't have your bra on, so why don't you let me take a good look and eat those pretty nipples slowly with kisses?
oh did they hear what i said? that's why they're perking up, isn't it. so perfect, perfect for swirling my tongue around.
how about i start with the left side, where the heartbeats pound stronger? nip it in sync to your heartbeat, with my teeth through my lips. rub my palate across those peaks, and pull it into a long suck before i give the other nub some attention.
and don't let your shirt fall from your pretty mouth, be a good girl and let me dine.
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