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Long Distance!Ellie

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❥ Ellie met you on an online forum for discussing various science fiction and fantasy books. She had been scrolling late one night after finishing another behemoth of a novel, excited to see what other fans of the genre had to say about this one. Her beaten up laptop rests on her bed–stickers littering every inch of its surface. The laptop's fan spins wildly, emitting a soft hiss from its interior. She stares at the screen, eyes darting over to the book every few minutes. Her chest is bubbling with adrenaline from completing the novel she had been putting off. It was 1000+ pages of pure world building, the last 200 pages left her gripping the book so hard she lost feeling in her fingertips. The more she explores the various reviews, the more intense the bubbling in her chest boils. Raving reviews upon raving reviews has her on cloud 9. She knew she loved the book, but there's something weirdly satisfying when it’s not just her thinking so. There's been a few times (a lot of times) that she’s thoroughly enjoyed a novel just to read reviews diminishing it. She sits on the floor, the laptop perched just atop the bed creating a makeshift desk. As she mindlessly skims through the reviews, one catches her eye. The intricate wording so clearly delicately chosen has her heart swinging. The post completely conveys her opinions while adding things she never would’ve thought about. She rereads the post over and over again until it’s practically memorized. She types out a hastily put together comment and frantically closes her laptop, the rush of adrenaline wearing off while the anxiety of interacting sets in.

“This is beautifully worded. I agree completely with what you’re saying. I feel you understood the book more than the author haha.”

❥ Seeing that comment has you feeling something giddy. You didn’t feel that lives had been changed with your review, but you were overjoyed seeing someone sharing the same idea. In deciding how to respond to the comment, you opt for a private message hoping to be able to discuss the book more in depth with a like minded individual. Within the hour, conversation about the book slowly devolves into personal conversation with each other. It’s not long before you’re mutuals on every single social media there is.

❥ It starts with nervous voice calls. Ellie anxiously waits next to the phone, deep breaths through the nose and exiting through the mouth. Fingers tap against the phone, a rhythmic sound emanating around the room. Suddenly the sound of a loud ringing starts blaring from the device. Ellie drops the phone in surprise before shooting up and rapidly pawing at her phone in a hurry to answer it before it automatically hangs up. As she hits the green button, her voice falls from her throat causing words to not form. She stares at the glowing screen, unable to believe you were on the other side. “Hello?” A soft melodic voice sounds from the speaker and she feels her heart stop and restart. “Hi.’ She mutters out, no longer able to muster anything above a single worded whisper.

❥ The phone call eventually becomes easier and more comfortable as the minutes tick by. Laughter bounces off the walls of the usually quiet solitude of the rooms. Hours and hours pass by before either of you know it-only realizing when keeping eyes open becomes a chore. The phone calls continue almost daily, only skipping when absolutely necessary. Texting throughout the day about menial things and then laughing, crying and venting angrily hours into the night were the norm. These voice calls turn to facetimes after a while, feeling that hearing a voice just wasn’t enough anymore for either of you. The first facetime call is just as anxiety inducing as the first voice call. It’s not like either of you didn’t know what the other looked or sounded like. Something about talking face to face, even if it’s not in person, was much more personal though. It felt more real. Seeing the smile plastered across your face when Ellie answers the phone has her heart beating all throughout her body and her face flushing hot. Hearing your voice come directly from you, watching your lips move, your eyes crinkle, your hands pushing back your hair, all of it. It all has Ellie flustered. Face growing hotter and hotter, throat becoming drier and drier. She’s not sure how she survives these facetimes. But she does, every single time.

❥ You watch Ellie’s face brighten up with a red hot, freckles becoming more prominent under the crimson rush. She fiddles with rings on her long nimble fingers, biting on her bottom lip to keep her mind focused on the task of paying attention to you. Every single call with her has you flustered from seeing her small habits that somehow make her more attractive, even when she chews on her nails like she’s trying to rip them off the cuticle. Somehow every call gets easier to hide your flustered features even if the butterflies in your chest remain.

❥ Neither you nor her could remember when or how you made it ‘official’. One day you both realized you had been referring to the other as your girlfriend/partner and never stopped. Maybe it was a mutual decision, maybe one of you asked the other, neither of you are sure anymore. You choose your anniversary based on the day you both started talking.

❥ Ellie sends you silly fit checks. Poses you’re not sure how she got into or outfits that could only look good on her. She owns a thousand flannels and graphic tees. You’re not sure if she owns the same pair of jeans and cycles them out or if she only wears the one pair. Though you would never complain about the jeans, they fit her nicely. Hugging her hips just right and a tent of denim flare around her calves falling at her ankles to show the same beat up converse she always wears.

❥ Ellie could never get tired of the hundreds of Instagram posts or stupid tweets you send her every day. A picture of two dogs cuddling with the caption ‘us’-or some other variation-was the typical post you were sending her way. And she agreed every time.

❥ Ellie was a gamer. Obviously. But not really a hardcore one. She enjoyed Fortnite, Minecraft and Roblox. But she was bad at point and shoot games. As much as she enjoyed Fortnite, it was a hard game for her. She was more of a button masher than anything. Though she did indulge in one every now and again. It didn’t matter if you were a gamer or not, you were dragged into the world of gaming because of her. Weekend gaming sessions were in order every week. Your shared Minecraft world was insanely large. Houses for all of your friends, a cafe, an ice cream shop, at least 3 restaurants, a park, a garden and more. On a sleep deprived night Ellie got a little mad at some villagers and maybe perhaps made a prison for the ‘evil ones’ as she referred to them as. It made you a little sad but you can’t say you don’t understand her logic with it. Maybe the villagers shouldn’t have been stealing crops and releasing animals from the petting zoo.

❥ Ellie facetimes you at work when it’s dead. She 100% works in some museum or aquarium as an admissions person. Selling ticket after ticket. Just until she got through college and could start her true career. But, not everyday does a school come in for a field trip, so she’s often bored. You guys’ don’t even really say anything on work facetimes. It’s more just to look over and see the other’s face and keep each other company. She’s definitely gotten in trouble at least once for it but that does not stop her from doing it.

❥ One day you realize you’ve never seen Ellie eat a home cooked meal unless she’s visiting Joel, and she doesn’t tend to do that often. Usually she’s snacking on chips or eating her 4th ramen of the week. So to rectify that you agree to cook together on facetime at least once a week. Planning the same meals so it felt like you were eating together and showing her exactly what to do. You promise her that once you live together she’ll never have to cook again if she doesn’t want to. But until you were able to pamper her in that area, she was going to have to work with you.

❥ Ellie loves to send you ‘care packages’ in the mail. She’s given you upwards of ten hoodies or shirts drenched in her cologne, small stuffed animals she tends to find at the gas station on her daily energy drink runs, and handmade cards with a thousand stickers pasted all over and ‘I love you’ written on it in three different places. She makes you agree to not open them until you’re on call together so she can see your reaction and explain in deep detail why she chose what she did.

❥ Since your relationship started because of a book, you also jointly read the same books so you can discuss them. You take turns choosing and have a shared Goodreads account so you can add future books to the ‘want to read’ folder. Typically she makes you read science fiction or fantasy books. You don’t mind but you have made her read at least a few romance or horror books to break it up. She doesn’t mind the horror books but sometimes she feels her soul cringing at the things she reads in the romance selections.

❥ Falling asleep on call was eventually added to your daily calling ritual. Before, one of you would make the sacrifice and end the call so the other could sleep. After a while though it didn’t seem to make any sense to end the call just to call again the second one of you woke up. Nonetheless some mornings you’d wake up to a dead phone, forcing the call to end and alarms to not go off. Both of you ended up late to work a few times because of this, so alarm clocks quickly got added to one of the care packages.

❥ Ellie sends you pictures of ridiculous clothing with the caption “I show up to your house in only this, what’re you doing??” and it’s bright pink ass-less chaps.

❥ A collaborative Spotify playlist is a necessity. You both add songs when you think the other will like it or if it reminds you of one another. The playlist is at about 10 hours now.

❥ You do monthly movie nights. Once a month, at least, is spent watching a movie together. You decide on a movie and hit the play button at the same time. You’re sure there's an easier way to go about this, but for the time being it's fun to make her pause the movie every time you have to use the bathroom or grab more water. She usually has to ask where you paused it so she can rewind and meet you back at that part as she usually forgets how to work her hands in that moment and takes a good thirty seconds to actually pause it.

❥ While you both wished to be in each other's arms, waking up next to each other through more than just a screen, eating each meal together at the same table, you’re happy to still have each other and know that one day it won’t be like this anymore. You’re grateful for what you have right now.

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this took me to long to write and it's kinda ass. But, that's okay hehe. maybe part two? this is sfw and I kinda want to write a more nsfw side of it when I get the motivation. anyway.... hope you like hehe (okay part 2 coming soon)

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gvshing · 4 days ago

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I have been doing nothing but working and I hateeee it. But three days off!!! in a row!!! And I finished writing something I've been writing for istg a month and half on. (It's less than 2000 words so I am not balling, but it will have to work. I also want to write a part two for it at some point) So that'll probably be out tomorrow :/ hope y'all still love Ellie

#God bless paid holidays off #I love being a full time worker sometimes #except I Hate 40 hour work weeks #anyways #Dani's whining

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gvshing · 6 days ago

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Guys is this too freaky be honest 0_0

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gvshing · 14 days ago

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while megacorporations profit off of exploitation of queer people and using pride flags for their tshirts and mugs, the creator of the lesbian flag, emily gwen, cant afford basic necessities and has to rely off of donations

if you have something to spare or can share, please do so

link to k0fi: https://ko-fi.com/emilygwen

link to carrd, where they have “official” merchandise: https://emilygwen.carrd.co/

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gvshing · 23 days ago

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𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔱 I

Vampire!Caitlyn Kiramman x peasant!fem reader

summary: Your life is a bore. Every day begins and ends the exact same way. That is until your father returns from his latest vampire hunt, and leaves you to deal with the consequences of his failure.

w/c: 5.8k

(if you don’t have Spotify, the song I picked for this chapter is The Devils Trill Sonata.” Violin cover by Sophie Mutter.)

Heavy footsteps echoed through the dark halls of the empty castle. The man, running as fast as his mortal feet could carry him, turned every corner and opened every door, searching desperately for the exit.

The crossbow he was carrying was empty. It was missing the wooden arrow he’d loaded it with to slaughter the vampire. The vampire who haunted the small, peasant village of Crows-Wood. Whispers of her ferocity, scary stories mothers told their children to keep them in at night, and the blood drained bodies found in the woods during the early morning hours all lead back to her.

The man’s eyes brightened with hope when he spotted the double doors spread wide open. He hadn’t slain the vampire, but at least he’d be the first to make it out of her castle alive. Just as he was footsteps away from the outside world, the doors slammed shut on their own. The result, a heavy gust of wind, threw the man back onto the floor.

He scrambled to his feet, and backed up against the door. His eyes scanned every corner of the room looking for her. The sound of clicking heels make her presence known. Out of the darkness, she appeared. A woman, tall, statuesque, and beautiful as death could be stared him down.

“I-I’m sorry! Please just let me go I’ll never come back!” The man pleaded. The vampire only walked closer. Her ice blue eyes were glowing in the faint moonlight. “What makes you think I would let you go?” Her voice echoed through the dark castle. “Please! I beg of you! I’ll never come back!”

“Imbecile…” the vampire muttered. She got close enough to look down on the man, and corner him against the door. “I’ll do anything!” The vampire’s eyebrows raised at that. “Anything? Well then, make me an offer I simply can’t refuse.”

Dawn light filtered through your bedroom window. The birds rose you from sleep, and you reached your arms out in a morning stretch. Another day in Crows-Wood, repeating the same way yesterday had.

“Has father returned yet?” Your little brother asked your mother at breakfast. Your mother shakes her head sadly while separating some sweet porridge into three bowls. Your father went off last night to hunt the vampire in the old, scary castle up the hill. You never understood your father, or the vampire hunters as a whole. You were in the minority though.Vampire heads shriveled from the sun were paraded around, and their fangs were sold as gruesome souvenirs.

Vampire hunting was the pride of Crows-Wood.

You understood that they were monsters, but surely, more killing wasn’t the answer. You’ve wanted to meet a vampire ever since you were a little girl. Just to sit down with one, ask them some questions, and perhaps come to an understanding.

It’s still early morning when you leave your cottage for the market. Your woolen chemise and long skirt flowed gently in the light breeze. The village was awake and bustling. Horse drawn carriages going up and down the dirt roads, and people selling their crops and goods at little stalls.

You exchanged a dozen eggs for a few coins when a cry of terror made the whole street fall silent. “Help! Help me!” Your father runs out from the woods with a limp and multiple smaller scratches. The people gasp and chatter, and a few men go to help support him.

“What happened!?”

“Did you slay the vampire?”

“No one’s gotten out of there with their head!”

When your father is seated in the shade, and everyone is gathered around, he finally begins to talk. “The vampire…she- she’s got black magic!” Gasps of horror erupt from the townspeople. “She’s a witch! She was going to kill me! But by the skin o’my teeth I managed to escape before she could drain my life away!”

The people begin talking again, telling your father how brave he is and how lucky he was to survive. When it all dies down, your father sees you and motions you to come closer. “Out already this morning? You’re such a help to me and your mother. Now, could you help your father home?”

When you finally get him through the door, your mother and brother hug him tightly. “Oh dear, I thought you were dead for certain!” your mother cries. “I’m sorry my love…but can we talk? Without the children around, please.” That’s your cue to take your brother and leave.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Your brother asks while you walk him around town. “I don’t know. Perhaps it’s something to do with father’s latest hunt.” You answer. “Father’s the first man to survive that creepy old castle! I’m certain everything will be alright!” Your brother pumps his fist to the sky. You don’t feel as confident though.

Something’s wrong.

When you return home after about an hour, your mother is weeping. Not because your father returned though. Her tears don’t exude the slightest bit of happiness. “Oh, you two are back…” she mumbles. Strangely, she walks up to you and gently caresses your face. “You’ve grown to be such a beautiful young woman, my dear.”

Her voice is dripping with sorrow, but she turns, and excuses herself to another room.

That evening, you’re braiding your hair before bed when you hear your father calling your name. “Yes father?” He and your mother are seated at the dining table, with three warm mugs of tea steaming on the table. “Come sit.” He says.

Hesitantly, you take a seat at the table. “Is something the matter, father? Mother?” They both avoid your gaze. A small feeling of dread forms in your stomach. “You should…have some tea.” Your mother’s voice is closer to a whisper than actual speech.

Taking the mug in your hands, you take a small sip. The liquid burns your tongue, making you set it down instantly. “Going to that old castle may have been the most foolish thing I’ve ever done.” Your father says grimly. “I just want you to know that I don’t know what will from here.”

“What do you mean?” You sip the tea again, and again. It’s cooled down a bit. “I’m sorry for causing you all so much trouble.” Your father says. His voice breaks and he starts to weep. Before you can even ask what’s wrong, your head begins to feel heavy.

You stumble, before collapsing to the ground. Your eyelids are heavy, and both of your parents are sobbing. “What’s…. Wrong?…” Your words slur and combine. The world begins to fade to black, until it disappears from you completely.

The sound of a fireplace wakes you. Slowly opening your eyes, you sit up. You’ve awakened on a red, velvety chaise with your wrists bound by a thick rope. There’s indeed a fireplace across from you, and a bright flame dances inside.

The ceiling of this strange room is painted with intricate frescos, and the walls are decorated with portraits of beautiful women. All share the surname Kiramman. Old shelves covered with cobwebs rest near the door, and a desk sits in the corner of the room.

The sound of the door creaking open grabs your attention, and you turn to see who’s come in. A tall, looming figure stands in the doorway, making your blood run cold. The figure steps inside, and the faint glow of the candles reveal her face.

Her eyes are a beautiful, cold shade of blue, and her skin is as pale as the moon. She’s beautiful. Despite your fear, you feel entranced by her. A dark blue jewel is nestled in the collar of her ruffled blouse, and her pants complement the color perfectly.

“You’re awake.” She finally says. Her heels click against the floor when she approaches. Now, she’s standing right in front of you, observing you diligently. “The daughter of the foolish hunter. As beautiful as he said you’d be. Not that it matters any to me.”

“Who-who are you?” Your voice is quiet and meek. “So he was too cowardly to even admit to what he’s done to you? Imbecile. The lot of them. Humans are foolish, cowardly little creatures. Especially the men.” Her voice carries an unmistakable venom.

“What he did to me?” Your mind is reeling. You were sitting at the table, drinking the tea…

The tea.

There was no way your clumsy excuse for a father could ever escape such a powerful vampires clutches without consequence. The tears, the way they avoided your gaze, and the tea.

Tears slip down your cheeks when you put the pieces together. The woman you’ve realized is the vampire speaks again. “So you’ve connected it all, haven’t you?” You can’t look at her. Your vision is swimming with tears.

“So you’re…”

“The vampire.” She finishes for you.

“I suppose that is me. I let your father live in exchange for a beautiful young woman. I see she’s been delivered to me.” The stern scowl she wears never leaves her face. “The old fool is lucky he had a daughter. I much prefer the taste of women anyways.” She sits down in an armchair not to far from you.

You could vomit. Fear makes you freeze. Unable to move, a small croak escapes your throat. She remains seated, her eyes scanning every inch of your body, which is indecently exposed in your thin nightgown.

“Let’s see…” she gets up and crouches down right in front of you. Your instincts make you flinch away from her. “I won’t harm you. I only want to examine you further.” Her hands gently caresses your bound ones. “Well this was just unnecessary.” She easily tears the rope and rubs your red wrists. Her touch is gentle, but that demonstration of her strength terrifies you. “There, that’s better isn’t it?”

She’s cold. Her skin is like ice. “You’re so warm.” She says, feeling your hands a little more. “May I know the name of my guest?” You tell her, and she repeats it experimentally. “How pretty.” Suddenly, she shoves her face into your neck. Your scream dies in your throat when you don’t feel sharp fangs piercing your skin. Instead, her nose brushes along your skin, and she sighs softly. Her breath is cold too. You flinch when you feel her tongue on your skin.

“That’s enough!” You shove her away, and instantly regret it. You prepare for the worst, but nothing happens. “My apologies. Whenever I’m around such an appetizing person, I simply can’t help myself.” She stands, and heads for the door. Before she leaves, she turns around. “Please follow me.” You’re convinced you’re going to die. She just called you appetizing.

You follow the tall woman all the way to what looks to be a dining room. “Ah, I nearly forgot. You may call me Caitlyn.” She pulls out one chair for you at the end of the table, and takes a seat at the other end across from you. Many empty chairs are at the table too. In front of you is a plate with some fruit and bread.

“I’m sure you’re curious as to what will happen to you.” She pours a suspiciously red liquid from a bottle into a wine glass. Noticing your horrified expression, she explains herself. “It’s only pigs blood. Not my favorite, but it keeps me alive.” She swirls it around the glass before taking a sip.

After a long silence, you ask “What’s going to happen to me?” Caitlyn looks up at you and sips from the glass again. “About that, I’ve found myself quite lonely this past century. I plan on keeping you alive.” You’re relieved. You sigh loudly.

“There is a catch, however.” Caitlyn interjects. “I still plan on feeding from you.” A heavy feeling settles in your stomach. “Please allow me to explain. I’ll only do it once a week. If I were to feed off of you for four days consecutively, you’d die without a doubt. It’s only by chance that you would turn to a vampire after passing on. As long as I give your body time to recover, you should go on living fine.”

“So you won’t kill me?” She smiles “Of course not. I could use some company around here.” You pick up a single strawberry from your plate and eat it. “Can I ask what exactly the deal was between you and my father?” Caitlyn’s expression darkens. “Just last night, he attempted to kill me with a wooden steak in a crossbow. I caught him, and he swore me the life of his daughter instead of his own. If he went back on his deal, I would have killed him.”

You’re crying again. Knowing that your father just sold you off to a vampire to save his own skin was a terrible feeling. “I am partial to human women, so I agreed.” That’s the second time she’s mentioned her preference for human women.

“If I may ask, why human women?”

Caitlyn finishes the glass of pigs blood and licks the rim of the glass. “That’s easy. I despise human men. Every last one of them are pigs. Liars, cheaters, and their blood is bitter and repulsive. I’ve found in my long life that women are often sweeter in both taste, and character. Easier on the eyes too. Girls like you make a much more appealing meal” a wave of heat washes over you. You always heard tales of how vampires were seductive on purpose to lure in naive victims. You weren’t expecting such ridiculous stories to be true.

“Is that why you were examining me earlier?” She nods “Clever girl. I wouldn’t say it’s why, I just wanted to.” “I see…”

“Well,” Caitlyn stands up. “The sun will rise any moment now, so I will be going to bed. If you’re tired, please rest. If not, you’re free to explore. Don’t even think about trying to escape. This whole castle is under my control. If I don’t wish for you to leave, you don’t.” She sounds serious. “Yes ma’am.”

That makes Caitlyn turn around. “You don’t have to call me that. Caitlyn is just fine.” If you’re eyes are not deceiving you, she looks a little flustered. So she does have emotions.

“There’s a spare bedroom much more suitable for a guest down the hall. If you’ll follow me.” Caitlyn starts briskly walking, almost too fast for you to keep up. Vampires are fast. You remember from the stories.

Not another word is spoken between you two. She opens one of the double doors to reveal a lavish chamber with a large bed against the back wall. There’s already candles inside like she expected you to sleep here. You step inside, and look around.

“There are plenty of clothes for you in the wardrobe. I suppose you can say I’ve been anticipating your arrival.” She leans down slightly to achieve an equal height with you. “Rest well. We’ll begin tomorrow.” She smiles “I’m confident you’ll be just divine.” With that, she walks away.

You close the door and stroll idly around your new room. It’s beautiful. A vase of dark red roses rests on a small table in the corner of the room next to a chaise. The canopy bed’s curtains are black, and made from a thin lace. The sheets are soft and velvety. You crawl into the bed and collapse. As soon as your head hits the pillow, you’re asleep.

When you wake, it looks to be late afternoon. You must have slept very long. You spy the wardrobe from across the room, and get out of bed to investigate. The door creeks when you open it. Inside, are the most beautiful dresses a peasant girl like you has ever seen. They look like they’d belong to a nobles daughter, or maybe some kind of princess.

You pull one of them out and admire it in the daylight. Stripping off your nightgown, you put the dress on and struggle to adjust the corset. The only thing that looks new in this castle is a mirror in the corner. Maybe Caitlyn bought it especially for you. There’d be no reason for her to own a mirror after all. You stand in front of it and admire your own reflection. The dress hangs off your shoulders and falls all the way down to your ankles.

There’s a jewelry box in the wardrobe that catches your eye. You open it, and decorate your neck with a black, lace choker. You’ve almost forgotten your the prisoner of a vampire with all of this luxury she’s gifted you with. She said she would start today. Did she mean she’d start sucking your blood?

The thought sends a chill down your spine. She doesn’t seem evil, but your fear remains all the same. You spend the last few hours of daylight roaming the castle. There’s a strange emblem all over the castle depicting two keys crossing over each other. It’s on the walls, old books, stray pocket watches, and old clothing.

It’s beginning to get dark. You find a candleholder with a wax candle still inside, and light it to find your way around. All the curtains in the castle are drawn except for the ones in your room. Vampires don’t like sunlight. You remember.

“There you are.” You scream and drop your candle. Looking back up, you see it’s only Caitlyn. She stomps out the fire before it can spread, and picks up the holder. “I see you’ve been doing some exploring.” Her eyes look up and down your body. “And you’ve found my gifts in the wardrobe. That’s good. You look beautiful.”

“Goodness, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you.” You take the candle back and quickly look away from her. She’s barely dressed. The vampire is wearing another frilly blouse, but it’s only buttoned up halfway, leaving pale hints of her chest exposed. Thankfully, she’s wearing trousers. Caitlyn notices your embarrassed expression “Is something the matter? I apologize for frightening you.”

“No it’s not that. I just- thought I saw something.” You try your best to look her in the face. “I can assure you it’s just us in here.” She steps closer, placing one hand on your shoulder. It’s cold. “I’m feeling a little hungry.” You inhale sharply. “So it’s time?” She smiles. “Soon. Are you excited? I am. I haven’t had a woman in quite some time. It’s only men who come up here to bother me.”

“Will it hurt?” What a stupid question. Of course it will, but you ask anyways. “It will sting, of course, but you must know that vampire bites contain a sort of…venom. It’s designed to make the victim yearn for whoever bit them first. So they won’t struggle when the vampire eventually drains their body dry. The bite will sting, but soon it starts to feel rather pleasureful. The whole process feels a little sensual, but I’m sure you’ll get used to it.”

That’s not the answer you expected at all. “The next day, you’ll probably feel rather faint. You’ll be weak, maybe bedridden. I’ll care for you, and make sure you recover.” She sighs, and you see her tongue swiping across her lips. “This will be fun. Don’t you think?”

You’re back in your room staring out into the night when you hear your door open. “I don’t think I can wait any longer. Have you prepared yourself?” It’s Caitlyn. You sigh. “As best as I could. I’m still a little frightened.” Caitlyn comes towards you and sits next to you on the bed. “Please don’t worry. She leans in closer, and you lean away.

“Don’t struggle. I’m trying not to hurt you.” She sounds serious. You feel her cool breath on your neck, and her fingers gently pressing down on your skin. “What are you doing?” She’s very focused. “Looking for a safe place to bite. If I do this wrong, you could die. Please hold still.”

Her breath quickens before you feel her latch onto your neck. It’s not cold this time. A small whimper of pain escapes your lips when you feel the pulsating movement of her sucking. Her hand finds yours and her fingers intertwine with yours. She squeezes tight. Her other hand caresses your cheek. The strange pleasure Caitlyn described finally comes. The pain dulls, and your body feels fuzzy.

“Caitlyn…” you whimper, and she responds with a hum. “Shh…” she quiets you Before going back to your bleeding neck. The hand on your cheek finds itself to your back, and she brings you closer to her. The whole time, you’re attempting to stifle your own noises of both pain and pleasure.

When she finally pulls away. Her lips are red with your blood, and she looks rather dazed as if your blood contained its own venom for her. “I…I apologize… I took far more than I should have. I couldn’t help myself.” She gently lowers your weak body down onto the bed. “Oh, I almost forgot.” She leans down again, and you feel her tongue pass over where she bit you. “My saliva should heal the bite by morning.”

Everything is happening slowly around you. Your eyelids are heavy and your ears are ringing. The only thing on your mind is Caitlyn. So this is the work of the venom. When you see her by your side again, squeezing a rag filled with water over a bowl, you weakly grab her wrist. “Caitlyn?” She places the cool rag on your forehead. “Please don’t speak. I might get tempted. You won’t have control of your own mind for a little while. It’s the venom. See how it can be so deadly? If I really wanted to, I could have my way with you right now and you’d be completely hypnotized.”

“Caitlyn” you say again. It’s like the only word you can say is her name. “Yes?” “Bite me again.” She laughs and you feel her cold hand on your cheek. “I’d love to, but I think that would kill you. I already drank far more than I should have. Besides, that’s not what you really want, is it?” She lifts your wrist and checks your pulse. “Your heartbeat has slowed quite a bit. I don’t think it’d taste as good anyways. Blood tastes best when the heart beats quickly. I wonder if there’s another way I could achieve that with you. Since I’m not hunting you, your heartbeat didn't increase much.”

You’re fading in and out of consciousness, before you fall asleep completely. When you wake up, the curtains are drawn, and Caitlyn is sitting down next to your bed reading. Your head feels a lot better. It seems the venom has worn off. “Caitlyn? It’s daytime.Why are you awake? She puts down the book she was reading and responds. “Yes I suppose I should be asleep. I decided to watch over you instead. Your blood was enough to completely rejuvenate me. I could stay up for a very long time now. You look better.” She looks over you and nods. You raise your hand to your neck and feel where she bit you. Sure enough, the puncture wound is gone. It leaves a dark bruise in its wake.

“The skin takes a little longer to fully recover, but the bite is gone as I promised.” She removes the rag from your forehead. “I went ahead and put your nightgown on. I figured you couldn’t be comfortable sleeping in that corset. You sit up instantly at that. “You undressed me?” She looks confused. “Yes? Does that bother you? I see no issue with it. Remember, I am not human, girl. I don’t feel lust like a man would.”

“I have a hard time believing that. You’re a vampire, and you said you like human women. Surely you feel some kind of desire. All the stories say so.” She stares off into space. “Not a chance. I only appreciate the taste.” She goes back to her book.

Caitlyn was lying through her teeth. That was one of the hardest nights of her life. She’d almost forgotten why she loved human women so much, but last night reminded her. The sight of a girl like you completely subdued by her venom, lips parted and gasping, cheeks warm and flushed, and your half-lidded eyes never looking away from her. You were practically radiating heat. Every time you called her name, Caitlyn had to hold herself back. There were times she even had to step out of the room.

You were incredibly vulnerable then, and her instincts wanted to take advantage of that. That was the purpose of her venom. Caitlyn knew you’d be under her spell for some time, but she didn’t think it would affect her this much. She’d never let someone she’d bitten live long enough to see them like that.

“Caitlyn?” You snap her out of her memory, and she jumps. “Apologies. I was just thinking.” You reach out of the bed and tap the book in her hands. “What are you reading?” Caitlyn looks down to the book in her lap and holds it up to you. “Studies of the Human Race? That sounds boring.”

“Really? I find you quite fascinating.” She smiles, and you feel your face heat up. “You’re reading it to find out more about me?” She makes a sound of approval. “Physically. Though I suppose the best way would to just be to talk to you.”

Caitlyn stands up and joins you on the bed. “So, what makes your heart race?” You cock your head and hum. “What makes my heart race? Uhm… I suppose being flustered or scared.. If I’ve ran a lot or done something strenuous, that would do the trick too. Why did you ask?” She looks very serious about this topic. “To a vampire, blood tastes better when the heart is pumping faster. I don’t have a living heart to test things on, so the only way I know to speed up a pulse is by hunting my victim. I have no reason to hunt you because you’re not running. I need something to get your pulse faster.”

You both sit there contemplating this strange dilemma. “I’m not really sure what to say. Uhm, do I not taste as good with a regular pulse?” Caitlyn grabs you by the shoulders “That’s not what I meant at all! You’re fine without it, I just…the thought of what could be is quite enticing.” She acts like that was offensive to you. Her fingers find your wrist and they press down. “Hm…How interesting. Your pulse quickens when I touch you.” “It’s because you surprised me. That’s all.” Caitlyn chuckles and lets go of you. “That’s nice to know. I’ll have to try it next week.”

It’s been four days since you woke up in Caitlyn’s castle. You’re able to find your way around a little more now, but there’s still areas you haven’t even explored. You’re not as scared of Caitlyn, but a healthy fear lingers when you’re around her anyways. It’s around nine o’clock when you enter the library and find Caitlyn in a rocking chair by the fireplace. She looks up from her book. “You’re still awake?” You nod and close the door. “What are you reading?” She stands and comes closer to you. “This is a fiction novel. It’s a romance.”

“Oh…Do you enjoy romance novels?” You ask. “Not especially.” She responds.Without warning, Caitlyn lifts your palm and kisses it. Shortly after she checks your pulse. “Why did you do that?” You manage to ask despite your internal panic.“it’s something the heroine in the story got flustered by. I thought I should try it.” She smiles at you. “Seems it worked. Human women are so very easy to excite. It’s adorable.” She’s looking at you with a type of strange affection no one ever has before.

Caitlyn returns to her rocking chair and puts the book down. “That dress looks especially beautiful on you. I like the detailing.” The dress was a blood red color with black lace detailing around your chest, hanging from your arms, and a matching ribbon in your hair. “Thank you…” You sit down on the floor next to Caitlyn’s chair to warm up by the fire. The castle is colder at night.

“How long can you last with the amount of blood you drained from me?” She looks over at you and rests one hand on your head. “Well I feed from other things too, but I gather the most strength from human blood. If I wanted to survive on it alone, then I could for maybe two weeks.” Your curiosity for vampires was finally getting its answers. “Really? I’ve always found your kind quite fascinating.” You reply. “As have I.” You sit there in silence as she gently plays with your hair while reading.

Around half an hour later, Caitlyn speaks again. “Humans aren’t nocturnal. It’s getting late. I enjoy your company, but I understand if you need to rest, darling.” You tell her goodnight and go to your room. When you’ve settled into the bed, your thoughts drift back to Caitlyn. She called you darling…

It’s been days since she fed off of you, so this can’t be the venom. When you first woke up in this castle, you thought you were as good as dead. Caitlyn is surprisingly kind, and quite charming. She has the manners of a woman of noble birth.

A girl like you would have never imagined herself in such a situation. You wondered if your family missed you. If your father regretted leaving you here. Your life was so normal before this. Lazy mornings at the market, helping your parents with their work, and watching as the villagers rallied around burnt vampire corpses, and wore their fangs as jewelry.

There’s a knock at your door before Caitlyn enters. “Tomorrow, I’ll feed from you again. Just prepare yourself.” She closes your door. So it’s tomorrow…

That day, you get dressed in an elegant yet casual dress. It’s a beautiful royal blue color, with black accents. The necklace you find in your dresser has that same emblem with the two keys. You put it on and admire how intricate it is. After eating a breakfast Caitlyn left out for you, you spend the day flipping though books. One of them is a journal titled “The Kiramman Vampire.” On the cover is the two keys again. Curiously, you read through the notes of research.

Some things you already knew are scribbled down. Things like her wound healing saliva, the venom, and more. One particular passage catches your eye.

“Vampires from the Kiramman family only fall in love once. They mate for life.”

You would have thought vampires couldn’t feel love, but it seems you were wrong. Deciding to read more later, you bring the book to your room.

You stayed up quite late, and you’re feeling tired. Because of this, you find yourself napping through the rest of the day. You wake up at dusk. Caitlyn is probably awake by now. You stay on your bed while flipping through the journal, until you hear your door open. Putting the book under your pillow, you turn on your side to see it’s Caitlyn. Today she’s wearing a heavy cape with a collar that goes up to her chin. Under it is a black frilly blouse.

“Is it time?” She nods. “Do you want me to sit up?” She walks over to your bed. “No that’s fine. Stay as you are.” You stay on your back, and wait for her. When she gets on top of you, effectively pinning you down, you feel your heart beat faster. Just like last time, she holds your hand too. She feels your cheek for warmth, and lowers her head to your bosom. “Your heart is beating faster... Do you like this? Or maybe you’re scared.” You don’t speak, so Caitlyn lifts her head and brushes your hair from your neck. Suddenly she stops moving completely. “Caitlyn?” You call her name to see if anything is wrong.

“…You’re wearing my crest.” She sounds amused. You remember the necklace with that emblem on it. The one you’re wearing. “Your crest? Oh! It’s a family crest! I found the necklace and thought it was pretty, so I put it on. I didn’t know…” She laughs “do you know what this looks like? She leans down to your ear. “It looks like you officially belong to me.”

Caitlyn kisses the side of your neck before sinking her teeth in. She sucks harder when you make a small sound of pain.You can feel the venom attacking your mind, and your body suddenly becomes heavy. You lift a hand to touch the back of Caitlyn’s head, but it takes every ounce of your strength. “Cait…”

The strange, painful pleasure numbs your senses. Her hand squeezes yours tighter, and she hums in pleasure. When you feel Caitlyn’s teeth pulling out, you whine in pain. “I’m sorry, love…It’ll feel better soon…” She licks the wound left behind and stays on the bed next to you.

“How are you feeling?” The venom is making everything hazy. You lazily grab Caitlyn’s hand and bring it to your neck. “You should…. Do it again..” Caitlyn ignores your intoxicated response and plays with your necklace instead. When you lean into her touch, making her cup your cheek, she just looks at you sort of dumbfounded.

“You’re a very strange girl” She comments. “You must still be hungry. You should take more blood.” Your words slur and stick together. Caitlyn ignores you and keeps talking. “You were only frightened for the first few days or so. Now look at you. Cuddling up to me like a house cat. This is the second time I’ve fed off of you, and you already seem so comfortable here.”

“I like it here.” For once, you give a response unaffected by the venom. “My life was…boring before this. I’ve always wanted to meet a vampire. I’ve thought they were fascinating ever since I was a little girl. You want more blood right? Take more. Drain me completely..” Caitlyn stands and opens the curtains, letting the moonlight in. “That’s kind of you to say. I’m not hungry anymore though, and you’re completely under the influence of my venom. Rest. I’ll come back and check on you.”

Caitlyn leans down and kisses the healing wound on your neck before leaving. Sleep pulled your eyelids shut. The sound of rain beginning to tap against the windows gently, the gentle creaking of castle settling lulls you to a peaceful, yet intoxicated sleep.

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gvshing · 27 days ago

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i have no time to write rn 🥲 it’s killing meeee. hopefully can finish my one shot ive been working on this week since i have some time for once 😭

#i prob have time i just can’t juggle my hobbies properly #i do crafts instead of writing rn bc it’s less brain juice #but i have time this week!!!!!#excited to finish long distance ellie hc and maybeee start a new one hehe #i miss writing :(#dani’s whining

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gvshing · 1 month ago

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what I think will happen if I message my mutuals

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Could I request the following?

Character:Yandere Caitlyn

Fandom: Arcane

Concept: yandere Caitlyn with a darling on hunger strike(bacically refuses to eat unless freed)

Ty 4 reading my request!

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YANDERE!CAITLYN KIRAMMAN X READER — SHORT ONE-SHOT

ABSTRACT: After being kidnapped by Caitlyn, you decide to go on hunger strike to try and get her to bend to your wish for freedom. However, it does not go the way you intended... CONTENT WARNINGS: yandere behavior, dark themes, force feeding, dubious kissing, sensual touching, mentions of suicidal ideation, unhealthy eating habits, mentions of kidnapping TAGS: gender neutral reader, first time writing Caitlyn so probably ooc, (N)SFW?: slightly NSFW WORD COUNT: 1.1k+ CAITLYN'S YANDERE ARCHETYPE: possessive, protective REQUESTED BY: an anonymous user

Hunger.

It was all you could feel at this point. It tugged at your internal organs like a leash, making you yearn to consume the beautifully-curated breakfast Caitlyn brought up to you this morning, long gone cold due to its abandonment. Your eyes were unblinking as you stared at the food, wondering if the hunger strike you went on really was worth it. Your mouth watered over the fluffy pancakes besides you on a literal silver platter, a delicacy many people would fight over back in Zaun. Yet, here you were, refusing such a luxury as you cradled your rumbling stomach.

You could hear footsteps coming up the stairs towards your room that was shared with you and your captor. You knew it was her. The way her boots clacked against the finely polished tile stairs was unmistakable.

The door to the shared quarters squeaked open as Caitlyn stepped in, her icy blue eyes raking over your starving form then to the discarded breakfast. A sigh escaped her lips as she began to approach you, pulling her faded sapphirine locks back into a ponytail as her cape billowed with a purposeful flutter.

"Again?" She queried coldly, her thick brows knitted together in a soft scowl. You couldn't even look her in the eyes as she picked up the plate, hearing her scoff softly. "How long are you planning to keep this up?" She derided, looking down at the breakfast she made you before her eyes flickered to yours.

You go to turn away from her as you usual do; however, a firm hand grabs your shoulder, her nails digging into your flesh.

"Answer me. You've been doing this for a week now." She demanded, her voice cold yet holding slight empathy.

"Until you let me go." You uttered, your voice crackling from lack of use. To this, Caitlyn scoffed before putting the plate aside on the bedside table.

"That's not going to happen. You'd starve."

"So be it."

Your response seemed to snap something in her. With a firm yet gentle touch, Caitlyn grabbed you by your jawline, forcing you to look at her.

"Do you want to die?" She asked with total seriousness in her eyes, her hand trembling slightly under your chin.

No. You didn't want to die. You wanted to be free. Yet, those words couldn't leave your mouth as if they were failing you.

Caitlyn took your silence seriously as her glaucous eyes held a glint of determination.

"That will not happen." Caitlyn declared, her gaze dancing over your exasperated face. The dictator soon joined you on the bed, her thighs hovering around yours as she straddled you. Shocked by her effervescent movements, you sit up to pull away from her only for her to push against your sternum, pinning you to the headboard.

"What are you doing?" You asked as she kneeled on your hands which were by your sides, pinning them in place. She leaned over to the bedside table and grabbed the plate of cold pancakes.

"You are going to eat." She stated matter-of-factly, using the fork to slice a segment out of the pancake stack.

"N—" Before you could protest, Caitlyn inserted the fork of cold pancakes in your mouth. The taste was stale and chewy, only accentuated by the sticky, saccharine maple syrup. You tried to thrash you head away from the fork, but Caitlyn grabbed you by your hair, pain raking your scalp.

"Chew. Thoroughly." She demanded, her eyes glaring into yours. Her knees dug into your hands as you were kept effectively pinned to the mattress. She slowly pulled the fork from your lips only for her other hand to move from your hair to your mouth, keeping it pressed over so you couldn't spit out the cold, soggy pancakes. You tried to pull away, to find any way to get out of this. To this, Caitlyn dug her knees further into your hands as she leaned forward, causing mild pain and numbness in your palms. You whimpered at this only to reluctantly start chewing, your teeth mashing the food inside. To this, Caitlyn's curved into a small smile.

"Swallow." She decreed, her intense eyes watching you. You looked up at her with pleading eyes only for her to grab your face tightly, keeping her palm securely over your lips. With great reluctance, you swallowed the mashed-up pancakes, feeling them travel down your throat. Caitlyn slowly removed her hand from your mouth, smiling softly. The smile could be perceived as heartwarming if not given the current circumstance.

"Good job." She praised, brushing some of your stray hairs out of your eyes. You grunted softly at this, her fingers gently dancing against your forehead.

"You got what you wanted... Happy now?" You questioned curtly, only for Caitlyn's hand to freeze as her eyes locked on yours. Her smile slowly withered away as she looked neutral once more.

"No, no I am not." She replied as her hand slid down the side of your face, cupping your cheek. "You are going to eat the rest of the pancakes, okay?" She continued, making your blood run cold.

"N-No—"

"Yes, yes you will." She interjected, getting another forkful of pancakes ready. You pursed your lips, keeping them sealed shut between your teeth as Caitlyn raised the fork of food up to you. You shook your head vehemently only for Caitlyn to grab your jaw once more, this time more forcefully. Caitlyn kept applying pressure until it got to be too overwhelming, causing you to open your mouth. This immediately led to Caitlyn stuffing your mouth with more cold pancake bits.

This seemingly went on for what felt like hours but must have only been about fifteen minutes. You were held down and forcibly fed bite after bite of the pancakes you discarded this morning. Soon enough, all that was left on the silver platter was crumbs and cold syrup.

"Good, very good." Caitlyn praised once more as she watched you reluctantly swallow the last bite. You sighed pensively as Caitlyn finally moved her knees off your hands, leaving them red and numb in her wake. Your brows knitted together as you looked up at her as she beamed with pride.

As you went to speak, her lips passionately collided with yours. While the kiss was full of an animalistic fervor, it still held a delicate undertone to it as if she was kissing something delicate and priceless. With great reluctance, Caitlyn pulled away from the kiss, her breathing coming out in soft pants. Her eyes once again met yours as a soft smile spread across her lips.

"Next time, eat your damn food."

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hate or lesbian yearning?

caitlyn x fem!reader

♥︎ warnings: dom!cait x sub!receiving!reader, college au, academic/family rivals, use of cait/caitlyn/kiramman, mean/loser(?)/nerdy cait, brat/smart ass reader, strap usage, backshots, hate sex, size kink u squint ♥︎

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Caitlyn Kiramman truly hated you.

Hate was a strong word, she was well aware of that, and used it wisely when speaking not so fondly of you and your family.

“That wretched girl ruined my project!” Cait slammed her fisted hands down on her vanity, perfume bottles and jewelry pieces knocking over in the process. In the corner of the room sat her poster board, graded at a 95, sheets of research sprawled out across the room. “I hate her. I hate her parents for giving birth to her. I hate her presence, her attitude, her whole entire being!”

“Caitlyn, please!” Her mother tutted, hands resting on her daughter’s shoulders as she squeezed tightly. “You must be better than them. You cannot let yourself succumb to her actions, she does it because she’s jealous of you.”

Caitlyn looked up, staring at the angered expression looking back at her in the mirror. Her eyebrows were furrowed, glasses sliding down her nose, huffing as her blood boiled underneath her skin. She wouldn’t do such a thing, surrender to you and your spoiled little games, but would make you succumb to her.

You hadn’t noticed it at first, not really. Sure, you’d sneak a peak at Caitlyn whenever you got the chance to, out of pure curiously, nothing else (at least, that’s what you told yourself). But as she stood there, middle of your living room, next to Cassandra Kiramman who was bitching at your mom for your actions, you couldn’t help but stare a little longer.

As usual, she had her nerdy—covered up most of her face—glasses on. She wore tight black pants that hugged her hips just right, paired with a lighter colored long sleeve blouse that was loosely buttoned up. The curve of her breasts peaked out, causing you to damn near choke on your spit. And God, she had those stupid black boots on that always made your eyes roll. As your eyes traced her body back up is when you noticed it. Something… different.

There was a barely noticeable bulge staring right back at you.

You let out a soft gasp, eyes widening at the sight. And of course, her highness had noticed, smirking at your expression.

Cait turned to her mother, smiling annoyingly bright. “You know, Mother, I think we can work this out ourselves.” Her gaze turned to you, stupidly fake smile still plastered on her face as she pushed her glasses up. “Since I’m obviously the bigger person here, I’d like to sit with you and chat, alone.”

Yeah, there was obviously something big about her.

You weren’t sure how, or when you ended up underneath her, but somehow Caitlyn fucking Kiramman ended up in your room, holding you down on your bed, strap bulge rubbing against the fat of your ass.

“I always knew you had a thing for me, Kiramman. You came prepared and everything this time, huh?” You taunted, arching your back, ass pressed against her hips, hands gripping tightly at your waist. “What a fucking pervert.”

She tugged at your skirt, pulling it up harshly, exposing your perfectly shaved cunt decorated with a lacey black thong. Cait let out a dry laugh, fingers toying with the string. “I’m the pervert? Look at you,” A digit ran between your already soaked folds, sending a shiver running down your spine. “Whorish arch, sopping shaved pussy, a thong? Please… Don’t make me laugh.”

Cait slipped your panties to the side, a sticky string of arousal following the cloth, letting out a broken gasp at the cold air hitting your sensitive clit. “I-I didn’t do it for you.”

“Is that so?” She responded, unzipping her pants, a 9 inch royal blue strap slapping your pussy as it flopped out. “Who would stoop low enough to fuck your bratty, prissy, annoying self?”

Your silence dragged out, cheeks reddening up. Fuck, you hated that she was right. Despised her so much you couldn’t help but want her deep inside you, fucking your brains out so hard at the mere thought of her hatred towards you. You slid a hand underneath yourself, trembling fingers slipping between your folds, spreading out your glistening hole for her. “No one but you, apparently.”

Though she’d never admit it, Cait gawked at your opened slit, eyes widening and heart skipping a beat at your obscenity. Her eyebrow twitched as she pressed the toy up against you, spreading your ass cheeks, tip slowly sliding in.

You groaned at her slowness, rolling your eyes, turning to look at her the best you could. “No, please, go ahead. Take your time. Not like we could get caught or any—”

She growled at your sarcasm, throwing her glasses off her face. Her hips suddenly rammed into you, whole nine incher disappearing deep inside you as you sucked her in, completely stretching out your tight hole. You let out a choked, broken groan, eyes shutting tightly as her tip kissed your cervix.

“For once in your bloody life, shut the fuck up.”

This usually didn’t happen often, but you came to realize that the more you fucked with Caitlyn, the more she fucked you. Calling her out on one tiny detail that was wrong about her project in front of everyone was a low blow, but fuck, was it worth it.

Cait grunted as she thrusted in, her strokes harsh but calculated—like she’d memorized exactly which parts of you made you break. Like she knew the inside of your cunt better than you ever would.

Your face was pressed against the mattress, tongue lolled out, drool staining your sheets as she held your hands against your arched back. Your knees wobbled with every shallow stroke, fwopping sounds of your wet cunt bouncing off the walls, her goal being to see herself bulge out of your lower tummy.

“God, fuck—Cait! It was—just f-five points off! You’re gonna—kill—me!” You whisper yelled, trying your damn hardest to speak between guttural moans and the sounds of her pelvis slapping against the plush of your ass while she drilled into you.

You suddenly felt a hot, sharp pain on your ass cheek, causing your whole body to jolt forward. She’d—just smacked your ass? You scoffed, eyebrows furrowed at the stinging sensation. “Nghh! What the hell, C-Cait—?!”

“Who said you could call me ‘Cait’?” Her palm landed on the puffy, blushed raised skin again, the sound echoing in your room. You let out a small eek!, body instinctively pulling itself away from her.

“It’s Kiramman to you, brat. Know your place.” Caitlyn gripped onto your wrists, nails digging into your skin as she yanked you back onto the toy, ramming her length back inside you. You groaned out at the addictive feeling of her roughness, upper body slightly hovering above the mattress now. A pornographic, loud, curdling moan ripped out from your throat, the intense sensation taking over your body, eyes rolling back.

“If it wasn’t for your pettiness, I would’ve gotten a perfect score—mmh! Now do us both a favor and keep quiet. Wouldn’t want mommy dearest to come find you stuffed to the brim with nothing but me, would you?”

She was right, again. You totally deserved this, to be treated like nothing but a plaything for her. As much as you shouldn’t, you completely ate it up—hell, probably would’ve moaned if she’d spanked you again. Your ruined pussy dripped onto the sheets, a creamy ring of arousal coating the toy, hoping one day she’d hate you just enough to make you hers out of spite. Maybe that thought was just part of your fucked out brain—you really weren’t sure. You muffed yourself out by sinking your teeth into your blankets, greedily taking every little bit of Caitlyn that you could.

“C-Can feel you—guh!—in my fuckin’—throat!” You blubbered out, her punishing thrusts making your head light, feeling a tightness spreading throughout your body. Your legs were convulsing, knees weak and wobbly, skin sweaty and cunt aching, growing closer to your climax with each brutal rock of her hips.

Cait relished in your messiness—the whiny mewls, leaky and split open hole, drops of sweat, trembling body—she had you right where she wanted you. Unlike her, of course. She was strategic, kept her composure, even when her strap nestled deep inside her arch nemesis.

She wasn’t completely perfect herself, though. Her thighs were slick with wetness, dampening up the strap leather. Her hands were rather shaky and clammy as she held onto you harshly, using your arms as reigns. Even then, she grit her teeth, only letting out grunts and soft groans with each buck of her hips. You two were the perfect opposites in that moment—maybe a little too perfect.

“You’re gripping around me, darling,” She cooed tauntingly, her pace never faltering. “Are you going to cum for me?”

“F-Fuck you—!” You muttered out between heavy and quick pants, her pet name for you sending a pulse of heat straight down to your core. And God, did you hate that she had that effect on you. “A thousand times fuck you, Kiramman, f-fuck… me! Nnggh!—please! Like that, C-Cait, j-just like that!”

You’d finally unraveled, right at the palm of her hand. She almost didn’t notice you calling her a nickname again. Though for some reason, didn’t quite mind it as much when you were pulsating around her, drunk off Caitlyn and her cock, orgasm creeping up on you.

If it wasn’t for the sounds of arguing mothers, Caitlyn was sure the whole house would’ve heard your whorish pleads. She secretly wished they would’ve, so they could walk in on their gold star child getting fucked stupid by none other than her.

“My God, you sound like a bitch in heat.” She mocked, gulping down her own moans as the harness rubbed against her now swollen clit. “Hurry up and cum already, I’m getting bored.”

And as ashamed as you were for it, like an obedient little slut, you did. Your moans choked up in your throat, toes curling, fingers twitching, creaming all around her member as your orgasm hit you all at once. Your ears rang, white-hot heat spreading out in your body, pussy gushing all over Caitlyn, letting out high pitched mewls at the overwhelming sensation of mixed pain and pleasure.

Once Caitlyn finally let go of your wrists, you plopped down on the bed, toy sliding out of you quickly. She rolled her eyes at you and your childlike flop, letting out a huff at her now cum stained pants, straightening herself up the best she could. “Get cleaned up, one more minute alone and our mothers will tear each other’s hair out.”

You looked over at her, just barely picking yourself up from the mattress, panting and shivering, not even slightly recovered from your earth shattering orgasm. “Jeez, can I catch my breath first?”

“No,” She snapped coldly, bending over to meet your gaze. Your eyes widened at her closeness, somehow finding this more nerve wracking than the sex itself. She still looked as collected as ever, hair perfectly straight, not a sweat tear in sight. Her eyes, though hardened, had a softness to them—piercing blue irises staring into your soul. You almost never got to look into them due to her lenses, but they were beautiful. She smelled of lavender and vanilla mixed with the smell of rough sex—a scent that was a little too addictive.

“I want to see your knees wobble in front of them,” She gripped onto your face, squishing your cheeks together. “Want to see you struggle to stand up. I hope you know you deserve worse, I’m being entirely too kind.”

You gulped, keeping your mouth shut for once. Your eyes sparkled at her words, though full of spite, nodding as your head tilted in awe while butterflies fluttered in your stomach.

“Yeah,” You blinked quickly, shaking away the puppy dog eyes as you sat up. You reached over for her glasses, holding them up and out to her as your eyes traced the slender, 6 foot tall woman towering over you, lips curled up in a smirk. “Living out your sadistic fantasies with me, huh, Kiramman?”

You always did have a thing for the secretly mean girls.

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