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⭑ caitlyn making you read a book while she eats you out.

she was sitting on the floor, with your legs on her shoulders, and her mouth latch onto your pussy. slurping up all of your yummy juices. the book you were holding was the last of you worries. even if you could, the words on the page were far too blurry in your eyes to read.

stutter after stutter came out of you, as caitlyn played with you. she was enjoying this a bit too much. watching you struggle to read while she was toying with you, teasing you so you’d have to restart the same sentence over and over again. “the-the…” you moan before you even have time to see the next word written upon the page.

“cait….”

“caitlyn…” you whimpered. gripping the book in your hands hard. looking down in between your legs, to see her already looking up at you, while she sucks on your clit.

“i don’t think that’s what the book reads, silly girl.” she pulls away from your dripping cunt for a moment to speak. “go on, read.”

now, she was pulling your bottom closed to the edge of the bed, hooking her arms around your hips. and she dives head first back into your pussy. and as soon as you feel her swipe her tongue over the bare, sensitive, skin of your pussy, you practically yelp. you feel her tongue enter your hole, deep. “i-i can’t—nughh..”

you let your hands drop the book and instead, grab onto caitlyn’s hair, yanking it hard and pulling her further into you.

caitlyn can’t even speak, she can’t pull away from the tight grip you have on her hair. manipulating her head to stay in between your tights. “right there, yes.” you exhale, as you feel yourself cum all over caitlyn’s tongue. you hadn’t even realized you were holding your breath, but i guess you were. from all this overstimulation, making you read, while she devoured your cunt. it was all too much for you to handle.

you let go of caitlyn’s hair, your chest rising up and down, as you struggle you catch your breath. you let your back fall flat against the bed. and all of a sudden you feel kisses on your inner thigh, and a big long sloppy kiss on your clit. “i’m not done yet. and i won’t be until you can read that whole chapter with me down here. got it?”

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[opt1mistic]

— i will ˖⋆࿐໋

synopsis: caitlyn takes care of you after you fall victim to depression

warnings/tags: depression, angst WITH LOTS OF comfort, crying, gf!caitlyn, slight hints of suicide is you squint, this was rushed sorry if it sucks. not proofread beware.

wc: 1.4k

note: i HIGHLY recommend listening to “i will” by mitski while reading this. anywaaaays, enjoy.😸😸

depression is a weight that suffocates the soul, a darkness that wraps itself around your chest and refuses to let go. it seeps into every corner of your mind, turning thoughts into a tangled mess of hopelessness. there is no escape, no release from the crushing pressure. it feels like carrying an invisible burden, one that sinks deeper with each breath, until the world feels too heavy to bear.

the bed becomes a prison, the sheets a refuge. the air is thick, sticky with the heaviness of your own mind, and all you can do is lay there, waiting for the moments to pass, hoping for something—anything—that could pull you out.

staring into the empty void of your ceiling, thinking of nothing. the dark clouds flowing your mind taking over everything, it feels as if there was nothing there, no one was coming to pull you out. but then you feel a weight sit beside your laying body. the familiar scent, cold but sweet. it was caitlyn. her presence is an anchor. her touch, a lifeline.

“hi.” shes says, her tone warm, soft, and quiet. she brushes hair out of your face, leaving her hand to cup your cheek. “how are you feeling?”

you don’t respond. the words get caught somewhere between your chest and your throat, heavy and unreachable. her hand still lingering on your cheek, a quiet touch that speaks louder than any words could. she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she sits there for a moment, watching you, waiting—giving you the space you need, even if you don’t ask for it.

“you don’t have to answer,” caitlyn murmurs, her voice soft as the air around you.

she slowly stands, her eyes never leaving you. she makes her way into the bathroom. you know what’s coming next. it was the day you dread the most. you faintly hear the water run out of the faucet, swirling around the walls of the bathtub. caitlyn returns from the bathroom, making her way towards you once again. she sits back down into her precious spot, and reaches out her welcoming arms to help you sit up.

“let’s get you in the bath,” her accent stood strong but so soft. it wasn’t a question, it’s a quiet command wrapped in care. she helps you out of the bed, her strong grip loose around your waist, supporting you as if you might crumble to your knees if she lets go. and you might, you just want her to keep holding you.

the hot steam coming from the bathtub was refreshing. the moisture in the air was good too. it felt good. “arms up.” she said, and you did. your hands flew up and sagged like two cooked noodles. her hands pulled off your shirt, throwing it onto the floor. then pulling off your pyjama shorts, with your underwear.

you were completely exposed before her. her gaze over your bare body wasn’t uncomfortable, it was comforting. it made you feel seen. her hands moved back to your waist. leading you into the bathtub now. the water is warm, and her hands are gentle as she guides you into it, steadying you when your body doesn’t want to follow her lead.

“you’re safe here,” caitlyn says, more to herself than to you, but the words settle around you like a blanket. “i’m not going anywhere.”

the warm water is soothing, but it does little to ease the coldness that’s settled deep within you. caitlyn’s hands are gentle as they work, so careful around your skin as if she’s afraid of shattering you with a single touch. you feel numb. the water swirls around you, but you remain still, barely aware of its warmth, of the soft cloth caitlyn moves over your skin.

she doesn’t rush. caitlyn is steady, her presence filling the silence with a quiet strength. when she speaks, her voice is a low hum, a soft reassurance that wraps around you like a breath. “promise me you’ll stay with me.”

your knees are pressed against your chest, and your head is down. you felt the unbearable pain of tears fill you. it was so hard, the pressure of her words. penetrating through your ears, and going straight to the thoughts that made you want to end it all. shadering right through them.

her hands move to wash your tangled hair. slowly massaging your scalp, and pouring water over it to get the soapy residence off.

“i’m not going anywhere,” she murmurs, repeating her words from before. her voice steady, as though she’s trying to convince you, but also herself. “you don’t have to be okay right now, but I’ll wait. I’ll always wait for you to be.” tears falling down her own face.

your head finally lifting up to stare at her. caitlyn’s hands pause for a moment, her fingers brushing your hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear as she looks at you with a tenderness that makes your chest ache. her eyes are full of something unspoken—something heavy, but full of love.

she cares for you, even when you couldn’t do it yourself.

“you know i’m here, right?” she asks, her voice soft but firm. “even if you don’t talk, even if you don’t feel like yourself, i’m still here. and i’ll help you through this. whatever it takes.”

“i will take care of you.”

her words cut you like a knife. slicing right through your heart. it breaks for her. she stayed with you after all this. you can’t even look in the mirror and not feel bad for those around you, you ruined your life and you can’t even pick it back up, leaving all of it for someone else to take and put back together.

but caitlyn didn’t feel pressured into doing it—she wanted to. she wanted to, because she loved you. she did it not because of some oath she made when she said “I love you” to you, but because she truly did. her heart raced faster whenever you were near, and she smiled more often knowing that you were safe and with her. fuck anyone who says that when you sign up to love someone, you have no choice but to be a servant to them. when she signed that contract, she was signing up to live freely with her one true love. what you do for them comes from the pure love you carry for them—not an obligation, but a choice, a gift.

when the bath was over, she helped you out, her grip firm around your arms, supporting you as you wobbled with weakness. she wraps you in a towel, the fabric soft against your skin, before guiding you back to the bed.

“let’s get you dressed,” caitlyn says quietly, her tone not demanding, but patient, as if she’s guiding you through a storm that refuses to stop.

you don’t speak, but you follow her lead. her movements are gentle but filled with purpose. her touch is careful, tender, and you feel something stirring deep within you—something fragile, but present.

once you’re dressed, caitlyn settles beside you on the bed, her presence comforting, like a constant anchor in the storm. she doesn’t push for conversation, doesn’t ask you to be anything other than what you are in this moment. just her being there is enough.

she pulls the blankets over you gently, tucking them around your body, her movements careful but loving, as though she’s afraid you might break if she’s not careful enough. she cuddles you into her chest as she lays beside you now, holding you tightly.

after a long time of silence, nothing but the warmth of her body against yours. she speaks up once again.

“you don’t have to pretend,” caitlyn murmurs, her voice barely a whisper. “you don’t have to be okay.”

her hand brushes your cheek, her thumb tracing the outline of your jaw in a slow, soothing motion. it’s not about fixing you. it’s about being there, about holding space for the brokenness, and loving you in spite of it—maybe even because of it.

“stay with me,” she says, her voice steady but soft.

you close your eyes, feeling her words wrap around you like the warm bath you were just in, her warmth sinking into your bones.

and for the first time in what feels like forever, you let yourself feel safe. Just for a moment, you allow yourself to rest—because caitlyn is there, and she’s not going anywhere.

some time passes and you feel your body fall asleep, but caitlyn was still awake. you were all she wanted, all she ever wanted. this wasn’t the end, still a long way to go, but she promises you that there’s an end. all the hurt you bear will stop, so while you sleep she’ll be scared, so by the time you wake up she’ll be brave.

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[opt1mistic]

⭑ thinking about giving vi a back massage.

your soft hands played with the skin on her back. the tips of your fingers slightly ticking her. putting pressure on the parts where you know would be tense after a long day. putting extra care to those special spots.

sweet groans falling her lips with every touch, what those sounds did to you. her bare back turned to you, rubbing lotion all over. scratching the tattoos that covered everything. placing little pecks to her nape, and all the way down her spine.

going back up and leaving more kisses on her neck, sucking for just a second. cupping her jaw with one hand, connecting your lips with hers. letting vi slip her tongue into your mouth, tangling with yours.

getting ahold of your waist, and flipping you over on the bed. “you did so good, cupcake.” she rasps into your ear, praising you for your work. as she’s kissing down your neck. undressing you. kissing in between the valley of your chest, to the strap of your panties.

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[opt1mistic]

— i want you to draw me like one of your pictures ˖⋆࿐໋

caitlyn x artist!reader

synopsis: swift moves of your sly wrist. drawing and outlining the curves of her body. allowing you to see her exposed. her chest bare, ready for it to fill the emptiness of your white sketchbook.

warnings: NSFW(no smut tho), nudity(caitlyn), shy reader if you squint, slightly jealous caitlyn, reader has a praise kink, loser!reader(self indulgent), perverted reader(maybe? a little? yes no?), body worship, body hair. i proofread this at like 3 am so if there’s any mistakes i’m sooorryyyyy :(((

wc: 2.3k

an: i tried out a little bit of a different writing style, i’m still not sure what i think of it. i hope it doesn’t suuuuuck. (apologies for how long it took me to write this, i was so unmotivated this week)

“these are beautiful.” caitlyn uttered. she had been skimming through your sketchbook, looking at all the detailed body’s. how much attention you paid to every little curve of the body. drew everything with such care, such passion.

her slim fingers picking up every page, examining each one, caitlyn was so spellbound by your art, by you. you seemed like the type of person who really cared for the women she drew. not just because of how much time you put into every piece, but because one has to know the body to draw it so well. and you seemed like you knew about every body in there, the small delicate parts. moles, marks. all of it, you remembered.

even the ones of just the face, the beautiful features, the facial structure, god, your talents know no bounds. you are the god she’s been talking to, praying to. caitlyn had so many very sweet things to say about you, and some that burned hot on her tongue.

“you should have these put in a museum.” caitlyn stated. her words bounced off the quiet walls of your dorm.

“They're really not that great.” you said honestly. in a very small and almost shy manner. a warm heat rushing through your face.

you always did this. any, every, time someone complimented you on your art, you shut them down with a simple. ‘it’s just scribbles’, or the same words that just fell from your lips. caitlyn knew that you knew that your draws were jaw dropping, but you hated taking all the credit for it. the true beauty were the female body’s that scattered across the pages of your snatchbook. the women that allowed you to see them stripped bare.

“well i think they are…truly gorgeous.” she said back at you, leaving her mouth slightly agape.

you didn’t say anything after that. there was this feeling. pleasure? no that’s not it… euphoria, that’s it. you felt euphoric. having caitlyn praise you like this was enough to get you off. not even, you could probably cum to her words alone. she’s always complimenting you, or your drawings, your looks. and with the way she talks, her thick accent, voice laced with a hint of authority, carrying a hint of a quiet confidence. the way she spoke, looked, did absolutely anything, turned you on.

maybe it was a bad look to get so horny about every single thing someone did. but if you looked at caitlyn you’d get turned on as well. i mean look at her. her ethereal face, alluring midnight blue hair, the way she carries herself. her tall slim figure. you were in bliss. sitting on your bed, with her, all you wanted was to ask her if you could draw her like one of the pictures in your sketchbook.

but little did you know, caitlyn was already ahead of you with that plan.

as she continued to look through all the drawings, how captivating each and every one of them looked, she couldn’t help but want to be one of those women. she wanted you to see her exposed, to capture her body on one of the pages. caitlyn wanted to be the only woman to cover those pages. she wanted to be the only one you see unclothed.

“can you draw me?…” the words just slip out. she totally didn’t mean it. who am i kidding, she did, she meant it, that's all she wanted you to do. draw her naked. see her bare. your head spins to the side and you look at caitlyn in complete shock. what did she just ask me? to draw her naked…? what kind of wet dream is this? too many questions to answer, all you manage do was blur out a:

“what? you want me to draw you? are you sure?”

that’s when the panic finally set in. if caitlyn were to get naked in front of you you might moan. and you are certainly not joking. now this was starting to feel like a very familiar wet dream, that you may or may have not had before, once or twice. or more.

“yeah, i’m sure.” caitlyn paused for a moment. “if that’s okay with you, of course.” she was getting a bit nervous now. maybe this wasn’t the best thing to ask. what if i made her uncomfortable?

“yeah i can draw you.” you had said a little too excited.

what a fucking loser.

now, caitlyn was almost naked on your bed, all she had on were her underwear and bra. your body felt like it was on fire. fire rising up in the pit of your stomach, face burning like a midsummer sun. your mind was oozing with thoughts that felt far too improper to speak aloud.

you looked at her as if she were a masterpiece painted just for your eyes. your gaze upon her body was curious, as though memorizing every detail of her silhouette. caitlyn’s long but slander form, sitting gracefully on your bed. legs tucked under her ass, trying to find a position that was comfortable enough to sit in. her arms skimming over her own figure, as if there was something on her.

you’re basically foaming at the mouth to the way she’s touching herself. and then came the moment you feared most, not because you didn’t want to see it— but because you were afraid of what might happen after she did it; take off her bra. caitlyn’s thin fingers reached to the clasp on her back, slightly struggling to unbuckle it. she slowly lifted off the straps that were around her shoulders, and layed it next to her on your bed.

BOOMSHAKALAKA

for a moment you thought you had spoken that out loud. she was practically naked on your bed. naked. naked. naaaakeeeeed. your mind was in scribbles, like someone had been writing on the walls of your brain, rearranging your thoughts, words, around. caitlyn was naked. waiting for you to stop staring and draw her. oh fuck, how long have i been staring.

not long, but long enough to make caitlyn feel a little awe in her stomach. an unseen red blush running down her face, sparking up on her cheeks the most. her hands wrap around her body, feeling cold. it wasn’t particularly cold in your small dorm but she was naked so the chilling room temperature of your room was attacking at her bare skin. sending shivers down her spine.

finally dragging your gaze off of caitlyn, and back to your sketchbook. you sat across from her, about a foot and a quarter away from your bed where caitlyn was sat atop of.

“sorry…” you said quietly under your breath. you felt slightly silly apologizing because she did ask you to draw her naked, so you sort of had to look at her in this state. but deep down the things you were thinking made you feel somewhat guilty for even being in the same room with caitlyn this way.

her hands leave the hold they had around her body, putting them flat against the soft duvet on your bed. she lets out a little laugh. she herself thought it was funny that you were apologizing for doing what she asked you to do. “don’t be.”

oh god this was so embarrassing.

“you can sit however you want, whatever’s more comfortable to you” you blurt out. trying to rid of the uncomfortable feeling of embarrassment pressing hard in your chest, pushing all oxygen out. you grabbed your pencil, holding on it tight trying to hold on to your composure. trying to hold yourself back from the need to kiss her, to please her. make her feel so good. make her feel the best she’s ever had.

again, you look back up at her and see a goddess, heaven sent beauty. caitlyn still sat in the same position, but now, her head was turned to the left, showing off her sharp jawline, looking up slightly. her soft straight nose also looking up. her eyes were shut closed. her revealed body was staring at you now.

the non-existent chill in the room had hardened caitlyn’s perky nipples. the dark room with a small source of light only on the paper before you. you could see the dark outline of her waist, the curve changes from her waist to her hips and to her slightly expanded tights. she looks so good, at this moment, all the time. there has never been a time when caitlyn didn’t look good. she was like a never dying flower. always blooming, a flower that would never wither, no matter the storm, the season, she stood tall. you were ready to get down on your knees and worship her, to protect her from anyone who dared to rip her out of the ground.

and there it was. caitlyn moved her hands up to her vivid navy locks, fixing it. “hold still.” you anything but asked, demandingly, yet softly. and she did, she held still. her hands tangled in her hair, face to the side, body arching forward. as caitlyn shifted a little her boobs bounce up and down, you had to be either really close to notice that or be looking really hard to see, and you sure as hell wore.

your eyes were practically falling out of their sockets, due to how hard you’re ogling at her tits. she could see it from the corner of her eyes. your gaze fixating on her body, her face. and your hand is drawing. moving your eyes down to your paper, tracing the shape of her face, observing her body at the same time.

adding ever small detail you could see on her. things she might hate about herself, you will never see in such a way. drawing her closed eyes, the plush of her lips. her messy hair, shading it in dark. building her body up starting with the torso, and then drawing out her arms and folded legs. not forgetting her butt, that was barely hanging out, and the cute black panties covering her. they were also matching her lace bra that she discarded a while back. the small patch of blue hair on her armpits, curled at the tips.

the lead of your pencil moving up and down, side to side. leaving small streaks. drawing everything as it was before you. adding the tiniest of detail to her boobs, her nipples, making them pretty much the centre of your art. trying so hard to capture her essence just the way it was. the more you looked up to take yet another glance at caitlyn the tighter your thighs squeezed together. a flood taking over your own underwear. it felt so wrong, but it was so right all at the same time.

she looked like she was straight out of a fairytale, the long lost princess the prince had been searching for. this was all you ever wanted to see for the rest of your life. caitlyn was the only thing you wanted to see and draw. nobody is as perfect as hers, no face is as beautiful as hers. she was the glory that you’ve been in search of for so long, the muse that you couldn’t grasp onto. she is the princess that you had been looking for and found. she is anyone you will ever need, and want. she is flawlessly divine.

after a few hard minutes of drawing, you had finished(in more than one way). the drawing was perfect, she was perfection at its finest.

“..i’m done.” you voiced. now feeling the anxiety of showing her.

“so fast.” caitlyn moved her hands down from her hair. shifting herself now to sit on the edge of your bed. “can i see it?” you stood up from your chair and slowly made your way to her naked body.

when you sat down pressed up to the side of her body you thought you were going to cum again. her boob was touching your arm. her boob is touching my arm. you nervously passed over your sketchbook, and shut your eyes. scared of what she might say.

caitlyn was in pure shock, her mouth was open. she couldn’t believe what she was seeing, it was like staring at a mirror. everything, every mark, freckle, everything, all of it, was here. even the curls in her armpit hair. and her face. oh god. it was like seeing your identical twin. “oh gosh…” was all she could mutter out. still too stunned to speak. never has caitlyn seen such profound beauty. not even in herself, but this drawing, this was the most beautiful piece of work she’s ever seen. her eyes were glued to all of it. you made her believe that she is as gorgeous as you say she is. just because of one drawing.

“this is beautiful-“ is all that comes out before she hugs you.

she’s hugging me, hugging me naked. i’m being hugged. her boobs.

her boobs indeed. they were pressed so hard against your own chest that you could feel her nipples. she was holding you so tight. and you weren’t. the moment you realize that you didn’t hug her back was frightening. now, your own arms are wrapping around her, pulling her in even harder. you could smell her. the smell was suffocating, filling your nostrils. it was warm, almost hot. this is all you need, caitlyn was all you need. you were more than sure of it now.

all you ever wanted was to be taken care of, to be loved by someone. but for once in your life you want to take care of someone, to love them. caitlyn has always been there for you, and she will continue to be there for you. and so will you for her. caitlyn is the girl you want to love, to care for. she was the only painting you want to see in a museum. the only face you want to draw. the only body you want to see. touch and feel.

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Hiii, I don't know if you do headcanons, but if you do, how about arcane girls with a reader who is absolutely ADDICTED to energy drinks? Like- if they try to stop them from drinking them or if they're like complete enablers.

Thank you<3

ARCANE girls(jinx, caitlyn, vi) x energy drink addicted!reader

HEADCONS

warnings : mentions of a heart attack, that is all. not proofread, sorry for any mistakes in advance.

note: i reeeeally like this idea bc i myself am a energy drink addict(i need to be stopped immediately). i had so much fun writing theseeee!!!!! tysm nonnie for this request :p

JINX

i think jinx is also the type of person to be addicted to energy drinks. all her hyper energy can’t come from nowhere, right? or maybe that’s just the way she is…………

so i definitely think jinx would nawt be opposed to you drink so many, bc let’s be honest, she’s drinking just as many if not more. why try and stop you when she can get in on the fun. yk.

i would also like to think that she’s the type of person to have like the WORST stomach aches after drinking an energy drink. and as much as you try to tell her to stop, she will nawt listen.

in conclusion, i think you’re going to be the one trying to get jinx to stop drinking energy drinks. bitch has some serious problem😕(me too)

CAITLYN

to me, caitlyn seems like the type to not like the idea of energy drinks. she always saying, “why drink that stuff when you can just sleep?”, “take a nap, don’t put those chemicals in your body!”, “too much caffeine is bad for you”. (shes such an old man i swear).

you wouldn’t say you drink too many, maybe 5 a week(i feel like that’s a pretty normal amount? right? if not than oh well, sucks to suck ig🤷‍♀️). and if you even think about having more than one a day…she’s preaching you about how bad it is for you. always on some shit💩

and the one time you FINALLY YAY YESS🙌🙌 convince her to drink just a little… her anxiety if through the roof. acting like a cat after you step on their tail(disclaimer: don’t be stepping on cats tails, it hurts. love your cats😸). and that was the first and last time caitlyn will ever drink an energy drink. thee end.

VI

i feel like vi does NAWT gaf if you drink too many, or drink energy drinks at all. she’s mutual about. you can say that. she herself has one or more every now and then.

obv if you’re drinking like EXCESSIVE amounts of caffeine, she’ll make it stop. bc she cears so so soo much for you and doesn’t want you to kys bc of a heart attack.

but other than that, she’s really just a chill guy about it.

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OLDER!ELLIE x reader

you’re sat over ellie’s lap in her bed, with her hand clawing at every part of your body, softy but yet with so much possession. her lips pepper kisses all over your neck, shoulder, and collarbone, they were light and painfully slow, which got you so worked up and hot in many places.

moments like these with ellie made you feel pure blissful that you met ellie and that she was just so great and charismatic towards you. ellie’s mouth worked up your neck to find your plum lips, kissing you passionately like the way she did every time. so different unlike anyone who's ever kissed before.

“mmhh” ellie slips her tongue into your mouth playing with yours, making you want to giggle at it but instead you whimper out a moan, making ellie smirk against you. your lips longed for more of ellie, more of her lips and tongue, your hands flew to ellie’s shoulder pulling her closer to yourself. but that wasn’t enough, now you were moving your palms to the sides of ellie’s face to push her face closer to yours. as you take more from ellie she moves her fingers to the hem of your top, fiddling with it, needing to slide them underneath. she starts to draw circles on your abdomen with her thumbs, moving her hands higher every now and then.

both you and ellie were started to run out of air to breathe but you really didn’t want to pull away from each other. this moment was waay to intimate to end so quickly, so you two just keep on going, and we’re ready until your face turned purple. and finally ellie’s hands made it to your breasts, she lightly palmed them, “need this shirt off” ellie whispered against your lips.

she pulls away from you and you chase after her lips, she quickly takes off your shirt and throws it onto the other side of her bed reconnecting her lips with yours before you get too desperate. this time you end up shoving your tongue into her mouth which she very much enjoyed.

ellie puts her hands back to your tits groping them again, but this time with more aggression. she moves her fingers to your already hardened nipples, pulling yet another moan from you. ellie played around with your nipples over and over again drawing even more moan and whimpers from your mouth, and you sounded just like an angel, and ellie wanted more. she moves her hands from your tits to your ass grabbing you and flipping you over onto your back, so you could lay down. ellie just needs to hear more of you.

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⭑ caitlyn loves to eat you out.

that is a proven fact. peppering sweet kissing to your inner thighs, leaving little marks for her to look at later. she’s looking up at you through her lashes, batting her eyes at you. that stern look in her eyes, her eyebrows slightly pointed downwards, staring at you like some meal, that she’s about to feast(she is).

strands of her navy hair stuck to her sweaty face, beads of sweat ran down her face, the room felt like a sauna.

the way her tongue dragged up and down your pussy, felt so fucking good. the mixture of her spit, and your juices on her lips. your lips… the feeling of your orgasm getting closer with every kiss on your clit, and flick of her tongue.

your hands tangled in her ponytail, shoving her face further and further into you, almost suffocating her. but caitlyn didn’t mind it, she could eat you out all day and night. if she had to go out, this would be the way.

the smell and taste of you was so addicting, she just couldn’t get enough. she shoved her tongue deeper and deeper into you, wanting you to cum into her mouth quicker, she need to taste you. and once you did cum, it was like heaven. after she would go up and kiss your lips, making you taste yourself.

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[opt1mistic]

— high and dry ˖⋆࿐໋

ellie x reader. warnings: angst, unrequited love, reader is smoking, and also lowek hates herself🤷‍♀️, that’s pretty much it. also not proofread. wc: 0.5k

note: this was originally supposed to be waaaay longer but i got a wee bit scared so i decided to keep it short🙂(and i also didn’t want to write anymore)

there’s something about tonight that makes you want to spill your gut. the way the tiny stars shined from your appartement balcony. the chilly breeze flowing into your face, making your hand wrap around yourself and hold your elbows tight. the smell of the cigarette in between your two fingers was comforting, it brought peace to you. every time you bring the end of the cigarette to your slightly dry lips, the way the smoke filled up your lungs made you feel numb to the thought of losing her.

why were feeling so fucking complicated?

god, the was she look at you, her laugh, her face, everything about her was perfect. she was perfect. and you were sure she thought the same for you, but you just didn’t think you were perfect enough for her. you were always there for her though every break up, through her high and lows. but all you did was push her away when you needs a shoulder to cry on. locking all your feelings away so she couldn’t come and help you. all this pain just because you did want her to leave. you knew if you let her get close to you your feelings would grow bigger and stronger, and you knew it would end up breaking your heart.

but the one time you did need her, of course she was there. oh, how much you hated her for it. the words of “i have feeling for you” leaving your lips. her face staring blank at you. what have you done? you could tell that she didn’t like you back. the way her face morphed into a look of pitty. ellie didn’t what to hurt your feelings by saying no, but she had no other choice.

i mean don’t get her wrong she thought you were really pretty. you were the most amazing person ever. the light of her life. but all she saw you as was a sister. you were her platonic soulmate, in every universe. but was there a universe where you are more then that? plotonic?

you hated yourself for so long for ruining your friendship. seconds before you said thoes words you hoped that she wouldn’t leave you, she was the best thing you ever had, (even if there was nothing romantic about it… to her at least), she was the best thing that ever happened to you. and you ruined it—with something as ‘silly’ as love.

your lips parted, letting up the smoke from your lungs. you shut your eyes are you let all the smoke out, and when you opened your eyes, a few salty tears fall down your cold cheeks, scattering at the top of your chin. each one of those tears carried unspoken words you couldn’t say, everything you’ve been holding back.

snorting back some snot that was threatening to slip from your nose, you reach your free hand to wipe your face free of tears. you put out the cigarette and walked back into your apartment, the scent of smoke and salt still clinging to you, as this night refused to let you ever forget.

© opt1mistic 2024

[opt1mistic]

❝ tell your baby that i’m your baby ❞ ⋆ ellie x reader ⋆ angst

you’ve always wondered if ellie ever actually loved you. you wondered if all the things she told you in the beginning of all this, were even true. maybe they were, maybe they weren’t, you still don’t know the answer to that and it pained you to still look back on your past and feel your chest close up and the last breath just slip away from you.

tears would fall down your face one by one, nonstop. telling yourself that it was for the better that it all ended, that you were better off alone, without ellie. but there was this aching pain in your heart that told you to chase something that was probably not there in the first place.

every time you close your eyes you can still see that day you begged her to stay, to love you, to call you her baby again. even if all the times she did it wasn’t real and she didn’t mean them. but they spilt from her mouth and that made you feel some type of way.

here words filled something in your heart that needed to be filled. it was the missing love in your heart, the love that was meant to be given to you, by someone who truly loved you.

it just wasn’t ellie, she wasn’t the one meant to fill that. but you wanted her to be, you needed her love to make you whole again. but ellie didn’t have that love, not for you at least. you would open your eyes and a tear would drip down the apple of your cheek and you’d think to yourself why am i doing this?

chasing something that you could never catch because it was never there in the first place. you would see ellie with other girl that were not you and all you wanted was for her to tell her baby, that you’re her baby…but your not anymore, and you never were.

© opt1mistic 2024