nikki

⋆.𖤝 — 20

[illusioniki]

──── NIKKI ˎˊ˗ ⭑ !

twenty years old. full time vampire, part time psychology student. june cancer. infj. latina.

kindly, do not interact or follow if you’re a minor.

[xytoose]

just sum submissive hange fanarts

im lowkwy going crazy now.

[illusioniki]

my phone stopped working for full 2 hours and now my charger won't do its job istg this will end me

[projenitor]

caitlyn being soft with you during sex ♡

warnings: fem!reader. scissoring. fingering. mature content ahead; minors do not interact.

“behave.” caitlyn’s words hit your ears as she leans over you. they sound as sharp and serious as ever, yet for some reason, your brain doesn't register the firmness in her tone.

she’s above you, wedged between your parted thighs, holding your leg out of the way so she can hit that perfect spot over and over as her clit rubs against yours. but you won’t stop squirming. hips twitching and back arching underneath her like a little animal writhing under a predator.

caitlyn is fit and plenty capable of handling you, but she’s already breathless from humping your pussy, and trying to wrestle your limbs still isn’t exactly helping. she huffs your name, bordering on frustrated. her hips slow to a reluctant stop.

“why is it so hard for you to stay still?” caitlyn rasps. it’s more of an act than genuine anger. she nearly spits out the syllables, but something in her chest twinges as she gazes down at you.

you’re staring up at her with glassy eyes and a lopsided smile, watching her every movement with an almost worshipful expression. it gets to caitlyn. she prides herself on her composure. on being able to hold it together around you, especially, even when you're making her heart flutter and her cunt throb.

her hand leaves your thigh momentarily and instead reaches for your face. her knuckles grazing against your cheekbone feel more like a whisper than a real touch. you can see the way her demeanor changes slowly. no longer the strict and borderline ruthless woman she was just seconds ago.

caitlyn shifts once more on top of you, taking a second to catch her breath as her iron grip on you relaxes. a chunk of her hair slips and falls into your face. dark, silky strands tickling across your nose and in your eyes with how closely she’s leaning over you. you sputter with a sudden gasp of laughter, and the sound makes caitlyn’s own smile widen.

you’re so cute. letting her pin you down and listening to all her grumbling and just giggling about it. she wonders if she should be concerned or endeared by how it feels as though her heart skips a beat when you reach for her.

your grabby hands are all over her, one palm wrapping around her bicep and the other sliding into her hair, pushing it back over her shoulder and holding it out of her good eye while she fucks you into the mattress. such a sweet girl. her girl.

“you’re lucky i love you.” caitlyn lowers her head to kiss your eyebrow, eyelid, nose. lightly, anywhere she can reach. “i should start tying your hands up.”

“but then i couldn’t hold your hair for you when—ah.” your breath catches mid-sentence when caitlyn eases her hips off yours, switching from scissoring to replace the feeling of her clit on yours with her middle and ring finger. slow, firm circles over and over the swollen nub.

she likes the way you twitch. really likes watching the muscles in your thighs tense. the way your body can’t hide any little reaction to her touch. maybe it's an unfair thought, but caitlyn likes to think she knows your body better than you do sometimes.

“i’ll manage,” caitlyn reassures softly. she slips a finger through your puffy folds, gathering your slick on her long digits as she starts pushing into your cunt slowly, stretching you out all over again. the sound of your moan sends her pulse racing harder. “what number are we on?”

it’s hard to think through the arousal clouding your brain, and the way she’s no longer chastising your behavior, but leaning into the fact that you can’t seem to stay serious. caitlyn huffs an amused sound when you blink in contemplation.

how many times have you cum already?

“mm… three. i think,” you mumble.

“that’s right, darling. good,” caitlyn croons, still circling the pad of her thumb over your clit, pumping her fingers in and out, gentler now. working you through the moment with a careful crook of her fingers against the warmth of your inner walls, massaging with the pads of her fingers.

“keep counting. i’ve got you.”

[illusioniki]

visiting your parents' house with gf!ellie and having to lay low because the walls are sooo thin.. but as the days go by, you just can't keep your hands off each other anymore.

you assumed staying quiet during sex couldn't be so hard, until you mentioned that to gf!ellie, and she took it as a fucking dare.

[azaablue]

the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be a part of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

[orphicsun]

southern!butch ellie thoughts nobody asked me for.

a little context: fem!reader is friendly neighbors with ellie but they aren’t really together in these. ellie obviously has a crush, though. no warnings for this just cute stuff. i missed writing for her:(

𐚁 wears boots, obviously. steel toes aren’t just for the grueling hours out in the texan sun, but also a steady platform for a pretty girl’s heels. within her journals are rough sketches of another woman’s feet resting atop hers, towering over her despite the extra inches her thrift store ariats provide. she doesn’t mind one bit. eventually, the sketches transform from a woman who doesn’t exist to a familiar set of feet: sketches of her neighbor’s belle pumps. the ones she only catches you wearing when it’s a special occasion, but she has them memorized in impressive detail.

𐚁 always a bit awkward and clings to the corner of the social gatherings, but if you ask her to open a beer bottle for you, she’ll give you a show of kicking that cap off with her belt buckle. she gets real embarrassed when the bitter foam leaks down the zipper of her jeans, especially when she catches your gaze falling down. it’s exactly what she pulled that move for, and yet she can’t help but feel her face heat up when it actually works. she hastily hands the bottle back to you.

𐚁 no AC in the ‘95 ford Joel forcefully passed down to her, so wherever she goes, it’s windows down or she arrives in a sheen of sweat. anyone who borrows the truck insists she get it fixed up, but southern!butch ellie is a bit of a cheapskate. at least she is when it comes to spending money on herself.

𐚁 the job she landed as a welder just a couple miles from her home pays her well enough that she can live comfortably, so you’ll be shocked when you see the state of her fridge. a bowl of leftover box mac n cheese, a half-empty milk carton that expired yesterday, questionable lunch meat, and miracle whip are the current contents simply because the hour and a half drive to the supermarket never seems all that worth it. she puts in more effort to come up with a suitable excuse to eat at your house at least once a week, anyway.

𐚁 she comes off as mean and reclusive to most, but ellie is quite reliable when you’re in a situation. she has general knowledge of car parts, so when you’re running late with a flat tire on the side of the highway, she doesn’t hesitate to pull out a jack and lug wrench from the bed of her truck. she also doesn’t say a word about the tears you wipe away when you see her pull over behind you. doesn’t ask for shit in return, either. if you ever bring it up again, she’ll give you an embarrassed groan to work with and insist,

“no, really. it’s not a big deal. just.. shut up about it.”

𐚁 still, ellie doesn’t want you ever stranded on the road without help. she doesn’t admit that the thought of you alone and found by the wrong person keeps her up at night sometimes. the one day off she gets, she spends it showing you how to change a tire amongst a couple other simple things. her rough hands guide yours with the wrench. you try not to think too hard about the way her freckles shimmer in the sunlight at just the right angle or the strain her jeans over her thighs as she slides under your car.

“you needa stop drivin’ this piece of shit all the way out to the city.” she tells you, though she’s all bark and no bark when it comes to her scolding. she’s more annoyed that she gets worried about you, and you don’t seem to notice the hints. “i told you already, you can borrow my truck. she breaks down once in a blue moon. that can’t be said for your heap of junk. fuckin’ hell, i told you not to get the shit off facebook marketplace.”

𐚁 what does she do with the money that she refuses to put toward actual groceries? well, a good chunk goes toward shimmer. horses are quite expensive, but she likes them more than she likes people. they’re quiet besides the comforting knickers and occasional neighs. they’re soft and worth every penny. they’re also worth you walking down to her land to pet shimmer through the fence. ellie knows she’d be sour if shimmer liked anyone else more than her since she spends a hefty amount to spoil, but she doesn’t mind it half as much when it’s you. it also gives her the perfect chance to be near you, even if she doesn’t know what to say to you. it’s a certain type of peaceful silence that comes when the both of you are petting on shimmer, glancing at each other when you think the other isn’t looking.

𐚁 she isn’t embarrassed to admit some of the extra cash also goes to her friends and you. ellie has never been one for expensive shit, but she finds herself silently annoyed when someone else gets to the bill first at the bar or a nearby diner. don’t even try to pay it. she’ll make another jab about how you should be saving up for a better car so she doesn’t have to pull over for you, even though she knows she doesn’t mind it one bit. rather her than anyone else.

𐚁 though she claims to only watch movies when Joel puts on an 80’s action film, ellie has a strong obsession with the space genre. you happened to mention watching interstellar and it spiraled from there into her own lesser-known, older favorites.

“you like them space movies too, huh? they’re okay, i guess. i got a few burned into dvds if yer ever lookin’ to borrow. don’t make it into a thing, please.”

𐚁 taking compliments isn’t her strong suit. when you catch her truck parked out by her mailbox, sifting through junkmail before she leaves to get a few drinks with Jesse at the bar in town, you say something about her old flannel button-up, to which she groans to play off the smile that she can’t ever seem to hide around you.

“it’s just some old shit. i wear this like, everyday.” yeah. you notice every single time, but you especially noticed today because she now has it unbuttoned, a black, thin tank-top clinging to her beneath it. “thanks, though.” she mumbles in the soft voice reserved for the times she can’t not show a little vulnerability.

[snuffuri]

[bunnygirlonthemoon]

brat tamers are funny wdym you’re turned on by getting ragebaited

[illusioniki]

as a brat tamer i agree. WDYM i like being PISSED OFF ughghhhh >:(

[illusioniki]

at a quinceañera drinking caipirinhas n daydreaming bout ellie all sweaty and dirty and frustrated on a tank top

[illusioniki]

thinking .. gym crush vi..

or even better. personal trainer sevika…

[nramv]

Oh..