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Could you do Jinx x male reader where Jinx is running from enforcers and runs into reader who helps her out?

A Little Help

Jinx x Male!Reader Summary: Jinx runs away from Enforcers and has a little help from a cute boy.

★☽A/N: Absolutely! It's a little bit short but it's probably still as enjoyable as most of my writing!

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“Haha! I’m so fucked!” Jinx laughed to herself as she ran as fast as she could away from the Enforcers. The two Enforcers that were chasing her were old and fat, no match to her better physique. She continued to run into a busy crowd to cut the Enforcers from her tail which was successful. She took a breather in the middle of the busy street. She was glad they were fat and slow. 

With a sigh, she walked with the crowd’s direction, unaware of other Enforcers seeking her. She was tired, she was ready to go back home and work on some inventions. Just for a few more miles, she would already be back at her place. She wondered what she would eat later. Perhaps buying food from the street? She took a look at all the street food on her left and right.

Suddenly she felt uncomfortable, like a piercing glare was burning her from behind. She quickly turned around and saw a tall Enforcer. It wasn’t the same pair from earlier, it was at least three Enforcers! All of them were much better fit, which gave her a slight disadvantage.

With a curse under her breath, she quickly picked up her pace and started to sprint. Soon, she started to run as she felt the Enforcers caught their eyes on her, recognizing her. She actually took a lot of effort to get rid of them off her tail but no matter how much she ran, or how much she turned left and right, they always managed to find her. This was turning bad, she felt panicked.

As a last resort, she turned into a street that she never went to. She may have lived in Zaun for a long time, but she hasn’t been there. It looked more shady than the other streets. The Enforcers were still on her tail, so she kept the same pace. She ran a bit too fast and bumped into multiple people.

She was so close to the end of the street until she bumped into a male figure. She was about to fall backwards when the figure held her to prevent her fall. She looked up to see pretty eyes, staring at her. They were mesmerizing. She was about to zone out when she heard the yells of the Enforcers.

As another last resort, she quickly grabbed the male by the shoulders. “Help me hide!” She pleaded. The boy was confused, his head slightly tilted. He was quite confused why she needed his help. He then realized when he saw the Enforcer inching closer. Thinking of all kinds of ways to hide her, he decided to be quick with a certain idea.

Swiftly, he gently grabbed her waist and turned her around. Noticing her very noticeable hair, he grabbed it and made a quick bun. The Enforcers may be close, but they couldn’t see what he was doing. Then, he bent down, his face inches away from hers. She quickly blushed at how close he was to her. She was skeptical of what he was doing. She was about to knock him off but didn’t when she saw the Enforcers close by. She allowed herself to be held by him.

She felt a bit flushed. He was holding her so gently. He was gentle with her, like she was a delicate flower. He didn’t look at her though, he continued to watch the Enforcers go by without notice. She was glad he was quick with his idea, despite how skeptical she was at first.

Once the Enforcers were out of sight, he let go of her. She couldn't help but miss the warmth his hands brought. She wanted to say thank you, but was a bit embarrassed to. He noticed her embarrassed look and just nodded, a soft smile across his face.

“You're welcome” was what he said before walking away from her. From that day forward, she found a new toy to be obsessed with.

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Jinx

Calming The Voices (Male Reader)

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You and Jinx have gradually become closer over time. With your understanding, kindness and patience, she’s learned that she can trust you and that she’s safe with you. One day, this patience and kindness pays off as she leaves a note by your bedside as you sleep to meet her under The Last Drop.

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The Last Drop. The mention of that name brings about different memories and reminders, depending on who you’re mentioning it to. A look of fondness or admiration, regret, or even glares of anger. Most just decided not to mention the past except in hushed whispers to trusted friends and allies. Most who would have supported Vander’s ideals had fallen in line to Silco, begrudgingly so. Others wholeheartedly supported the new ideals without question.

Not to say that Silco didn’t have plenty of people above the nobodies who hated him and wanted all the power instead of him, but that’s entirely irrelevant to you. It’s not something you care in the slightest to have an interest in. You were all in the same shit situation down here regardless of who happens to be in charge.

The past of this bar felt long a long distant memory to most in the Undercity. Today, ever since Silco took hold of the reins, it had become a den of shady deals, hushed whispers of anarchy, the place to go when you needed a fix. There were massive profits to be had from feeding vices, which was obviously recognized by Silco himself. One thing would always remain true, whether you were from the Undercity or from the world above it..

Everyone has a vice, no matter who they are. With Silco in charge, The Last Drop existed to feed whatever vice anyone happened to have. You were almost guaranteed to find something here to feed into your basest pleasures.

Not you, though. You were different from all the others. Your vice, it couldn’t be bought or sold. Your vice was no drug. Nothing you could smoke or inject. No drink of choice that would burn your throat all the way down until it warms your belly, causing your cheeks to flush red. No, your vice is something else entirely. Something that others feared much more than drugs or alcohol. Something that none of them would ever touch or even attempt to do so. It certainly wasn’t an option on the menu here.

Her.

You stood outside The Last Drop, pulling out the note that had been silently left by her on your bedside table in the middle of the night. She had a way of being.. A bit quirky, if nothing else. The drawing had pink and blue drawings of mechanical monkey faces, along with a few simple words and a small grease stain.

Beneath The Last Drop. Metal stairs. Tonight.

You placed it back in your coat pocket. Her way of showing her desire to open up to you was a bit odd, but that’s how she was. You didn’t mind. You knew she had been through a lot. A lot more than a person should have to suffer through. Although she hadn’t told you in great detail, you could always see the pain and hurt behind her eyes. The way the voices in her head would seem to be so loud within her own mind. No matter how much she tried to hide it, you could see through the facade she put on for others. That facade always threatened to fall away when she was with you. She showed you, and only you, who she truly was. A woman full of great pain and sadness. She wasn’t someone who needed to be fixed or cured. She was someone who just needed to be loved properly. You were more than happy to be that person for as long as she would allow you to be.

As you stared at the bar, basking in the growing green light, you took a moment to remember how your relationship with her began. At first, it seemed to frustrate her. The way that she struggled to maintain herself around you gave her a strong mixture of irritation and curiosity. She halfway avoided you for quite some time, although you happened to catch her a time or two keeping an eye on you from a distance. Or the few times she would accidentally bump into you.. Eventually though, she seemed to open up more and more to the idea of you and the feelings you gave her when you came around. You never pushed her to talk. Always a wonderful listener, you always let her take the reins of any conversation that you shared with her. Over time, she’s gradually begun to be more herself around you. She would let herself get emotional or upset. You would just listen, always listen, and it was as if you could somehow understand what she was trying to say. Even when she didn’t fully understand it herself, you always managed to.

Her way of thanking you was often a kiss on the cheek before she quickly and swiftly disappeared, or a small wind up gift she would make and leave by your bedside as you slept. Usually monkey themed, of course. Sometimes they would walk, sometimes they would have a music box placed inside to play a little tune. She always put her heart into how she thanked you.

You adored her. Just as she was. She didn't need to change. She just needed love and understanding.

As you walked toward the bar and stepped inside, the pounding of the music filled your ears. Glasses could barely be heard being moved around and touched together over all the noise. Everyone here was always loud and lively. The quietest parts of the room were the edge and corner booths, in which everyone always made their deals and shady, half hearted agreements. Those were the places where the most whispers would ever occur in this room. The rest of the place was the opposite. Everyone else laughed at the bar, or danced to the music in the center of the room. Punches were thrown quite often here, leading to people being kicked out. Eventually they’d almost always find their way back in though. Someone would really have to go to an extreme extent to be permanently banned from here, and the ones who did something bad enough to get to that point were usually found dead in the end. Drugs were used all throughout the bar without a care in the world. Smoke swirled throughout the air, almost heavy enough to make you choke on your breath. It made the room hazy and unclear, along with the flashing strobe lights.

You didn’t bother looking around. You knew she wouldn’t be here with all the noise and clatter, even if you didn’t have the note she left for you. Having spent time with her in the amount of time that you have thus far, you knew better. She liked to be here only when everyone else was gone. When it was quiet. This wasn’t your kind of scene, and it certainly wasn’t hers either.

The large, brooding bartender watched as you stepped close to the bar, glaring at you. His gaze followed you closely. He was bald, covered in piercings and tattoos, keeping his arms crossed to give off an intimidating appearance. Seemingly, he knew why you were there. He nodded, motioning his head for you to go through the door back behind the bar. He didn’t necessarily seem to care too much.. Until after you made it past. When you did, the bartender was suddenly bombarded by patrons of the bar. Some of the patrons were getting angry, frustrated. They somehow got the idea in their heads that you had the option of going back to Silco’s office to talk to him directly without requesting it first. They wanted to talk to him, ask for favors, offer their services to him to earn his favor.

You didn’t give a single shit about Silco. You wanted to see her.

You could hear the bartender cursing as the music began to fade away. His fists slammed loudly against the bar, causing a quick, momentary silence among the patrons.

“Fuck off, Silco ain’t seein’ anybody right now. Pack of fuckin’ hyenas, all of ya. If he had any reason to need ya, then you wouldn’t have to beg!” You could vaguely hear the disgruntled groans of the patrons before it all eventually began to fade away.

You walked straight past what you could tell was Silco’s office. It was the only one that looked relatively nice, compared to the other doors in the same hallway that were more plain. Those people in the bar could never understand that you didn’t care about him or what he wanted. The only reason he crossed your mind at all was because of how he treated her.

She deserved better than everything she’s ever gotten in her life. He cared about her, in his own incredibly odd and unhealthy way. It was for his own selfish reasons though. You knew better than to say that to either of them, so you kept the thoughts inside about him when around Jinx. You knew it would trigger her.

As you continued walking down the hall past his office, the walls began to open up a bit more. Walls that were covered with wood or wallpaper were replaced with metal and tin. You found the metal steps that the note mentioned, seeing that they opened up into a large metal chasm. Somehow, it was mostly quiet here. All the noise from the bar was completely gone. There was only the humming of some mechanical fans that lined the walls.

Jinx had always taken her time to decorate every little thing she created or touched. This room was no exception. A pathway of metal stood before you, with no railing to prevent anything or anyone from falling off the edge and into the large metal chasm below. A large circular walkway stood in the center, a desk fashioned from more metal lining the entire piece. There were a few more walkways leading to dead ends with more of her things, but you were unfocused on those at the moment as you walked warily along the path.

It was a bit nerve wracking, walking along this metal path with nothing to prevent you from falling. If anything else, it showed how little she seemed to care for her own well being that she would make no effort to place any kind of railing on the edge.

She sat at the desk in the center, facing away from you. You could see the glow of her tools igniting and sparking as she worked on some mechanical pieces. You could see the heads of those little monkey bombs that you had come to recognize strewn about the desk next to her. She must have been creating more of them for something that would be happening soon. Her head bobbed, her blue braids dancing on her back as her music played. Purple and blue lights, as well as drawings of the same colors, adorned random parts of the whole area. She quickly heard your footsteps, turning her music down. She giggled as she stood up, removing her goggles and tossing them onto the table. One of her monkey bomb heads fell to the floor, but she seemed to pay it no mind.

She stood there with her hands behind her back, swaying playfully. You really came to adore her mannerisms and how she carried herself. Something about it was just so cute.

“No trouble finding me?” She asked, walking toward you slowly. Step by step, her hips swayed along with her braids. She was intoxicating to look at and watch. She moved with a gracefulness and smoothness that was difficult to look away from. Her eyes were always so expressive, so pretty and blue. They were bright and full when she saw you, different from the way they looked when she saw anybody else. You’d seen her angry, sad, frustrated, every emotion you could imagine. The way her eyes changed when she saw you though, it was something entirely unique.

“Not at all. Pretty self explanatory.” You tell her. “Pretty sure I pissed off the bartender though.” You mention, shrugging your shoulders. She groaned and rolled her eyes.

“Oh, he’s just a big mean lug anyways. He’s always mad!” She places her hands on her hips, pursing her lips. “He gets mad cuz I only come up there when they’re closed. Don’t like all the people and the noise.” She hummed and shrugged her shoulders. “‘Scuse me, big jerk.” You smiled at her mannerisms, looking behind her to the pile of monkey bombs.

“Making more?” You asked her curiously, walking over to the forgotten head on the floor that had fallen when you arrived. Picking it up, you looked at it closely. She really went out of her way to put intricate detail into every little thing she did, and it never failed to fascinate you.

“Yeah, somethin’ big in the works I guess.” She says, tilting her head and smiling as you run your fingers across the monkey head. “Cute little guys, right?”

“They are very cute, yes.” You say, sadness evident in your voice. It was hard to know she would be putting herself in another dangerous situation again soon.

“I know, I know.” She groaned, as if understanding what your voice was implying. “You don’t want me in danger. But I gotta be.” She approaches you more closely, leaning down and looking up at you. “I’ll be fine!”

“I’m worried one day that you won’t be.” You admit to her, sitting the monkey head down gently on the table. You feel her take a hold of your wrist, shaking her head.

“Not now. Not gonna talk about it. Not now. Wanna..” The shine in her eyes begins to quickly change. They began to fill with tears that she was now trying to hold back. She often switched between emotions very quickly, and you had learned to adapt to it. “Want you to meet some people.” She tells you slowly, her gaze rapidly moving from you to the floor. Her head falls as she pulls you along with her by your wrist, leading you to a different part of the walkway than the one you entered from.

It was a small area, a dead end on the edge of one end of the metal walkway. It was lit up in blue and purple. A large, well made doll with spiked hair sat on the couch, resting back as if it were relaxing. Its head was downturned and its feet were up on the coffee table in front of it, as if it had fallen asleep there. Another doll was hanging next to it. It was much smaller in size, more rounded, and wore a pair of broken and busted up goggles.

Jinx brought you to the area, her eyes filling with tears and struggling to hold it all back. She was full of emotion about this, so you stayed quiet to let her handle it and talk about it in her own way. She squeezed your wrist before letting go, sitting on the metal floor with a light thud. She curled up like she always did when she was upset, pulling her knees to her chest and covering her mouth. She mumbled.

“Mylo and Claggor..” She kept her eyes on the dolls. You carefully sat down next to her, looking at the dolls with her. She seemed to have made them with great care and detail. “Mylo picked on me a lot.” Jinx twitched her head a bit. “Powder could never do anything right, could she?”

“Powder?” You asked her. She remained still.

“Me. Who I used to be, anyway. She could never do anything right.” She suddenly twitched again, covering her ears. “Shut up, I’m trying!” She growled at no one. “I only wanted to help!” She yelled again, tears beginning to fall from her eyes. “Shut up, shut up.. She’s dead now, so shut up!” She whimpered to herself. She kept her ears covered and closed her eyes. You carefully lifted your arm, gently wrapping it around her shoulder.

“Hey, it’s okay.. I’m here.” You whispered softly to her. She was shaking. You’d seen her have moments like this before, but still didn’t know the full extent of what she was experiencing. You assumed it was hallucinations or memories popping back up into her head, but you never pried. Deep within your heart, you knew that she would tell you when she was ready and able to talk about it. The last thing she needed was another person pushing her.

“I never stop hearing voices.” She admits to you as she lets you hold her. “I’ve never shown them to anyone before.” She tells you, looking at her dolls once again. Even the dolls were made with great care, as everything was that she created by hand. She was so talented.

“Hey..” You begin to speak to her once again. “You don’t have to-” She cuts you off.

“It’s my fault they're dead. They live inside my head because I just wouldn't listen. Stupid, stupid Powder!” She grumbled, halfway smacking the side of her own head in frustration. You hated knowing she felt like this. She’s held onto these feelings for such a long time now and is still having trouble letting them out.

“Jinx..” You say softly as you turn more toward her on the cold, metal floor. You wrap both of your arms around her this time from her side. “Stop. Don’t make yourself upset. Thank you for showing me this. But you don’t need to keep going.” You remind her, letting her make the choice for herself. She sniffles, wrapping herself in your embrace more tightly. She rests her head on your chest, her body relaxing just a bit more as she closes her eyes and breathes in and out deeply. You can hear her occasional sniffles, as well as the light shivering and shaking she would do once every few moments.

“You understand me better than anyone else does.” She says to you, still muffled by your chest.

“I don’t really understand, I’ll admit that. But, I’m always going to be patient with you, Jinx.” You remind her.

“I know.” She tells you. She sniffles a few more times before pulling away, her playful demeanor quickly returning. This was how she coped, and you were going to let her do what she needed to do to handle things. “Hey, lemme show you something else!” She quickly jumps up, pulling you up from the floor. She leads you by your wrist once again to a different side of the metal chasm. It was another dead end, but this area was a bit different. She had placed a railing alongside this part of the area. It was more dimly lit, with candles instead of her usual bright purple and blue lights. To be honest, it looked like a nest. It was built with a canopy overhead, and inside was a large spread of bedding and pillows. Blankets and plushies adorned the outside edge. It looked like an inviting, cozy area to sleep.

“This is nice, Jinx. Is this where you’ve been sleeping?” You asked curiously.

“Yes! But I made it bigger and safer, ya know? In case..” Her eyes darted toward a small box next to one of her plushies. It was unmistakable what it was. It was an outfit of your own that you quickly recognized. Along with leaving gifts at your place while you slept, she must have taken the opportunity to gather up some of your clothing as well.

“Is that..?” You began to ask. She approached you, waving her arms back and forth frantically as she tried to explain herself.

“I just grabbed it when I put that note on your nightstand! I figured, ya know, I mean, if you ever got sleepy or tired you could, stay here with.. Me? Maybe?” She continued to frantically rant, her cheeks flushing with a light pink hue. “I mean, you don’t have to. I just thought the option might be nice? And the canopy closes, so we can have more privacy. I can get you some food from the bar too!” As she frantically spilled words from her lips, you couldn’t help but smile.

She said it herself. You truly did understand her better than anyone else did.

“Jinx..” You whispered as you approached her, wrapping your arms around her. Your hands circled her slender waist, falling to her lower back. She always felt so small and delicate, even though you knew she was far from that. She was a tough warrior, in her strength of body as well as emotion. “It’s okay. I understand. Relax. I’ll stay with you tonight, if you want me to.” Her eyes filled with emotion again, taking on a sweet innocence. She nodded, giving you a gentle smile. She silently pulled you into the little nest of bedding she had made, sitting down on the soft fabrics. She got onto her knees, reaching up to pull the strings holding the canopy open. It closed with a light flutter, giving the both of you a little more privacy than you felt like you had before in the wide open chasm. It felt like you were both alone, in your own little world in this little space together. She turned back around to face you, crawling close to you. Without much warning, she crawled into your lap without a word. She kicked off her shoes behind her as she crawled, then placed her hands on your shoulders to steady herself. She simply hugged you tightly. Her head rested on your shoulder as she kept her hands in place. You wrapped your arms around her slender waist, pulling her against you as much as you physically could.

Both of you simply enjoyed the moment for a long time. You rubbed her lower back, causing her to sigh happily as she enjoyed the feeling of your touch. She clearly felt safer in your arms than she did anywhere else in the world. You wanted her to have a place to not be afraid, to let things out and allow herself to just breathe for a while.

After that long moment of silence and peace, Jinx lifts her head from your shoulders. She looks at you with something new, something you’d never seen before in her eyes. They were sparkling, anticipation and other unclear emotions were raging inside of her. It was written all over her face. Instinctively, she pressed her body against yours even more, as if she couldn’t get close enough to you.

“Sorry, I just..” She began to tell you as she squeezed you tightly. “Need this, you.” She admits to you, rubbing her face into your shoulder and settling it in a cozy spot.

You couldn’t control it. In that moment, you felt a twitch. Your cock reacted to her body. You tried to hold it back, but how could you? She was stunning, perfect, and she was sitting right in your lap, on top of you.

You’ve imagined something like this with her many times, although you’ve never pressured her for it. You waited until she was ready and willing to do it on her own. Now that she was, it felt a hundred times better than you could have ever imagined.

“Jinx, what’s wrong?” You asked her. As much as you wanted her, you had to be sure with no doubts at all that you weren’t misinterpreting or misunderstanding her body language. She kept looking down at you, eyes still swirling with emotions. Her face changes were always rapid. Excited, nervous, happy, sad, drained. It must have been incredibly tiring for her, flipping through all of her emotions with such quickness and intensity all the time. You let her know you were still there and continued to rub her lower back gently.

“Not wrong, not really.” She whispers, her gaze darting down and back up to your eyes. You moved a hand to her cheek, holding her face. She melts into your hand, closing her eyes. “It’s right, at least I think it is..” One of her hands reached up, gently taking a hold of your face as well. Her nails lightly touched your cheeks on each side as she gently squeezed them in her slender fingers. It was becoming too difficult not to react to her. Your cock grew harder, and you knew she could feel it pressing against her now as she still sat in your lap. She moved her hips just enough against you to make you feel her. To make you want her.

“Jinx, if you don’t stop.. I can’t control-” She cuts you off, squeezing your face just a bit more. Not nearly enough to hurt, no. It was a squeeze that told you that she was trying to open up. To tell you exactly what she was hoping for at this moment. What she truly needed and wanted. You could see the internal struggle in her eyes of trying to find the right words to say to you. She held her breath only for a moment, before leaning in close to whisper in your ear.

“Make the voices stop.” She told you. It wasn’t really a command, it felt more like a request. Even.. maybe a desperate plea. You could quiet everything going on within her mind. You were the one thing that could calm the whirlwind of emotion and overwhelming fire that threatened to consume her mind entirely.

You pulled her by her waist against your body as you crashed your lips into hers. Both of your tongues quickly began to dance with one another in a sloppy, wet embrace. She let out such soft and sweet sighs, it made you twitch even more with need for her. You needed to hear more as she fell into the heat of pleasure caused by your touch.

Her hips ground down into yours, as if she were trying her hardest to turn you into a mess of need for her. Or, maybe she was just that desperate for you too. Playfully, she uses her strength to push you down to the floor completely. Falling onto the blankets and pillows now beneath you, she giggles adorably, watching your eyes widen with fascination and desire.

“Lookin’ nice and comfy there, handsome.” She says as she carefully begins removing her top. Her fingers slipped beneath the fabric too slowly, teasing you. She begins to lift it up, letting her breasts fall free. They were enough to be a nice handful, perky too. Her nipples were already hard, made more so by the cool air around you both. The tent in your pants was becoming an aching annoyance at this point, standing at attention with desire to be with her. You begin to move your arms to touch her, but she stops you. She places your hands by the wrists back down to the blankets beneath you. “Not yet!” She tells you, smiling playfully. She begins to remove her pants too, somehow doing it smoothly and gracefully despite the awkward height of the canopy overhead. They get tossed in a forgotten pile off to the side with her shoes.

This was the first time you’d seen her body fully like this. Her blue cloud tattoos on her arms and side were fully visible to your eyes. Her skin was as pale as porcelain, and her waist was slender. She was fully shaved as well.

She took a hold of the waistband of your pants, her fingers curling to get a hold of your underwear along with them. She begins to pull them down slowly, carefully looking at your body. Her nails just barely raked across your skin as she did so, sending shivers down your spine. She noticed giving you a cheeky grin. It was her first time seeing you like this too, and she was just as excited as you were. She slowly pulls them all the way down, tossing them aside with her own clothes. You lift yourself up enough to pull your own shirt overhead, lying back down on the blankets. Sitting up just enough on some pillows to watch her, she giggles adorably, almost slithering her way down between your legs. She keeps her pretty blue eyes locked with yours, her slender fingers finding their way to wrap around your cock. Her touch was somehow so delicate and soft, completely enrapturing you. She chuckles as she tilts her head from side to side, looking at your cock as if she were trying to memorize it. She carefully leans forward, almost letting the tip touch her lips..

Before blowing air on it. You shivered, causing her to giggle even more.

“Jinx, come on..” You breathe out in a huff. She then suddenly presses it to her lips, licking and kissing the head. Shivers run down your spine as you watch her and uncontrollably let a groan escape from deep in your chest. Those blue eyes of hers were staying locked with yours to see every reaction that she coaxed out of you. You were mesmerized by her gaze as she began to take it all into her mouth as much as she could. She managed to let out little chuckles and smiles as she would pull away or take it further in. Her feet swung in the air, back and forth, while she bobbed up and down on your cock. Her long blue braids were strewn about the blankets around her. She controlled her gagging noises well, letting them be just loud enough for you to hear and enjoy.

Her hands made their way to your balls, carefully rubbing them and giving them just as much attention as she was giving your cock. You were completely unsure of how she was so good at this, but man.. You were lucky.

“Fuck, if you don’t stop..” You began, your words trailing off as she pulled away with a small pop. She continued swinging her feet, tilting her head to one side. She pursed those adorable swollen lips of hers.

“I have a better place for it.” She hurriedly states to you as she gets up, crawling on top of you. You had to admire the way she looked. She looked beautiful in any mood, any lighting, any outfit, including nothing at all. She was perfect. You knew she didn’t think it, but you knew it more than anyone else in the world.

“You’re perfect.” You tell her, causing her to halt her movements on top of you. Her eyes change once again as she settles herself on your legs, naked and looking down at you. Her eyes had gone back to that hint of innocence, something sweet and precious. “You are to me.” You reassure her. Her lip quivers before she shakes her head, shaking away the emotions.

“Be all sappy later!” She tells you, playfully slapping your chest. She didn’t want to be consumed with sad or frustrating emotions right now. She wanted to be consumed with you and your touch, your presence. You were more than happy to oblige.

“I’m sorry.” You chuckle as you smile up at her. You watch as she moves with grace, lifting her body up skillfully above your cock. She positions your cock herself with her own hand, right where you want it to be. She rubs the head against her slick folds, moaning softly as she feels how hard it is. She teases you by doing this over and over, letting you get just a small feeling of what it would be like to be inside of her. It already feels like heaven, waiting just directly above you. “Jinx, I don’t know if I can keep handling the teasing.” You admit to her, letting your thumb rub small circles on her hips as they rocked back and forth. She moved them fluidly, as if they were water themselves. Reaching behind her, you grab her ass and give it a gentle squeeze, causing her to let out a small squeal.

“Perv.” She smiles.

“Well, duh. Look at you..” Half growling, you squeeze it again, hoping you can urge her to just sit down on your cock. It wasn’t surprising that she was being a little tease. She brought one of her fingers up to her mouth, biting it to stifle a moan. Fuck, it was too cute. In that moment, you couldn’t stand to resist her any longer. Taking your hands and placing them on her hips, you carefully begin pulling her down on your cock. Her insides envelop you like a warm blanket, making your body shiver in pleasure. A groan escapes your lips, as does a soft moan escapes hers. She fully sits down on your cock, a moan hitching in her throat as she feels how deep you are inside of her. She places both of her hands on your chest to steady herself.

“Oh..” Is all she can manage to say. You both relaxed for that moment, enjoying the sensation. You could feel her heart beating through her body, you could feel it when she squeezed herself around your cock. It was such intense pleasure that it was almost too much.

Almost.

“Take your time.” You reassure her. “Move when you’re-” She cuts you off, lifting herself up slowly to let her body then settle back down. She felt like velvet wrapping around you as she enveloped you, welcoming you into her body once again. She began moving up and down on her own, slowly and keeping a steady pace. Her hands continued to stay planted on your chest for leverage and assistance as she began bouncing up and down with ease on your cock. Reaching up, you took a hold of her breasts, kneading the supple flesh before gently pinching her nipples. She let out a small squeal, chuckling as she let you touch her where you wanted.

Boy.. did you most certainly do.

You took the opportunity to let your hands wander everywhere. All those places you’ve craved to touch for so long were now finally in your grasp, quite literally. You weren’t going to waste a single moment of the opportunity. She wasted none of her time either, expertly moving her hips against yours as she looked into your eyes. She bit her lower lip, throwing her head back. It didn’t take long for her to become more erratic with her movements, like she wasn't able to maintain her composure from the pleasure you were giving her. The feeling of her wrapped around you like this, her getting off on you like this, it was better than you could have ever imagined. Her moans began bordering on whimpers and whines as she rode you wildly, like you were a horse trying to buck her off. It was completely unhinged and erratic, wild just like she was.

“Fuck, Jinx..” You admired her beauty and uncontrolled madness as she rode you as she desired. She then leaned back on her arms, using her legs to expertly ride you that way. It gave you a beautiful view of her hips, stomach and breasts. Moving your hand along her inner thigh, you slowly ran it up until it came upon her now dripping wet pussy. Your thumb found her clit before you began rubbing small circles on it. She gasped, slowing the movements of her hips just enough to let you play with her. Her body began to shiver as you did so, small and subtle jerking movements, unable to be controlled by her, overtook her. You could feel her pussy clenching around your cock as her orgasm began to build within her body. Her stamina was outmatched as she showed no signs of slowing down above you.

You could feel your own orgasm growing close. As difficult as it was to stop, you didn’t want it to end like this. Not yet. You slowed the movements of her hips yourself, making her curiously look back down at you. Partially because you weren’t ready for it to end, yes. However, you wanted to take her in a different way. Just for a bit. As long as you’ve imagined having her writhing in pleasure beneath you, you were more than ready to finally truly see it.

“Jinx, let me.” You tell her, holding her hips in place and keeping them steady. Both of you stared at each other for a bit, breathing still ragged and shaky from each of you. She seemed to understand as she slowly lifted her hips, letting your cock fall free. She quickly moved to lie down next to you. Just as quickly did you take your opportunity to climb on top of her.

She was somehow even more gorgeous like this. Her eyes were glazed over with pleasure and desire as if she were in a daze. Her cheeks were flushed pink. She bit her lip, her lipstick smeared just enough to be a little messy upon her face.

She arched her back toward you, encouraging you to continue on with her. You happily obliged, wrapping your hands around her perfect waist. You quickly positioned yourself, becoming more frantic with need for her. You now knew how good it felt to be inside her, and you didn’t want to go without feeling it even for a moment.

“Hurry..” She whispered, unable to help herself either. She needed you just as much as you needed her. It was the hottest thing you’d ever seen, her beneath you urging you to continue and take her as yours in the most intimate way humanly possible. You pressed the head of your cock against her hole, slowly pushing forward to let her envelop you once again. You groaned as she inhaled and sighed in pleasure. She closed her eyes, reveling in the feeling of you inside of her and memorizing every little detail of how it all felt to her. Opening her eyes once again, she wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling your face close to hers. She loved looking into your eyes, and that’s exactly what she continued to do as you began to thrust in and out of her slick heat.

“Jinx..” You breathed out, feeling your body begin to shiver as you felt your orgasm growing closer. You couldn’t help yourself, and you knew that you’d be unable to last much longer. Lifting your upper body back up away from her face, you began to thrust into her just a little faster. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she lifted her hips, letting you reach as deep as you physically could inside of her. Her pussy almost felt like it was trying to just suck you in and hold you there.

“Cum..” She groaned breathlessly. You weren’t sure if she meant you, or herself. Regardless, reaching between her legs, you began to circle her clit once more with your thumb as you felt your own body beginning to reach its peak.

“You first.” You teased her, grinning. She grinned back, teasingly squeezing herself around your cock as tightly as she could manage.

“No, you.” She stated in response. It was a challenge then, but you were close to failing. Was it worth it to just let her win? Or give her a challenge?

Before you had too long to decide on the more fun and pleasurable option, she lifted her legs from around your body to rest them on your shoulders. With her amount of flexibility, she let you press her against the floor, your face now able to come close to hers once again. She grinned up at you, biting her lip to stifle her moans as you pressed yourself against her as much as her legs would allow. Her knees were practically right next to her head.

“Oh, fuck..” You began to falter seeing her and feeling her like this. You continued to rub her clit, feeling yourself get closer and closer. You tried to hold back, you wanted to see her to cum first..

But you couldn't hold back. Your orgasm washed over you in waves as you pumped your seed inside of her. But just as quickly as you came, she began to as well. Her slender fingers dug into the skin of your arm, just barely scratching your skin with her nails. Pleasure washed over her face as she closed her eyes, gritting her teeth as she felt her body come undone. She twitched beneath you, her hole tightening on your cock with each wave of the orgasm washed over her body. Her pussy milked your cock for all it was worth, working to pull out every single drop. It certainly won't be wasted..

As you both caught your breath, you stared into each other’s eyes wordlessly. An intimate, half laugh escaped both of you at the same time. She watched your eyes as you let her legs come back down from their position on your shoulders.

“Quiet..” She whispered, her voice almost getting choked up. “It’s quiet.” She tells you. Her mind was silent, for once. Her face and eyes.. She didn’t look consumed with guilt or anger or sadness. She was just existing, at this moment. Here, with you. In your embrace. It was a simple thing for her to say, but your heart clenched knowing how much the words truly meant to her.

You lie down next to her, pulling her into a gentle embrace. Both of you rested together, catching your breath and enjoying the soft hums of the fans just outside the canopy.

“I’m just gonna tell you again. You are perfect.” You tell her once again, reminding her that you cared about her just the way she was. She gave you a playful, frustrated glare. “What? You said I could be sappy afterward.” You remind her, turning her own words she had spoken earlier against her. She rolled her eyes, groaning as she sat up. Her slender fingers found their way to your knee, as she walked them up your thigh. Slowly, methodically, her look was replaced with a look of playfulness and anticipation.

“After one single round?” She asks you, as if she were bewildered. “Who exactly told you we were done?” She bit her lip, playfully giggling as she continued to walk her fingers up your body. She tilted her head like she always did, eventually reaching your chest. Moving herself up enough to kiss you, she pressed her lips to yours. This kiss was different. It wasn't as desperate and hungry as it was before. It was soft, gentle. It was loving, with all of each of your emotions pooled together to create a loving embrace in each other’s arms. You wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into you more to deepen the kiss. Pulling back enough to speak, you smiled at her.

“I guess nobody told me that.” You say, making her chuckle.

“I didn’t think so.” She says, shuffling herself around just a bit while thinking. Her eyes looked around the canopy for a few moments. She then rested her chin on her hands, a smile forming. “I have an idea.” Chuckling, she begins to turn herself around. Climbing back on top of you, she places her head right at your cock, pushing her hips back toward your face. It was a breathtaking sight, the roundness of her ass and hips directly in front of your face, her pussy still red and soaked from before.. It was like heaven itself had been spread out right before your eyes.

“Perfect idea..” You breathed out, placing your hands on her cheeks. You pulled her hips closer to your face, making her giggle before you felt her fingers wrap around your cock. You shivered under her touch uncontrollably, stifling your own noises that threatened to escape from your lips with her taste. You licked her still soaking wet sweetness, savoring the taste of it. The smell, the taste, it was fueling your desire for her and causing your cock to twitch again. At the same time, she began to take your throbbing cock into her mouth once again, slowly bobbing up and down on your cock. Her tongue circled the head each time that she came back up, skillfully stimulating every part of your sensitive member. You moaned against her as you began flicking your tongue over her clit. She shivered and gasped in pleasure, pulling away from your cock just for a moment to moan. She quickly gathered herself though, bobbing up and down on your cock again with more motivation and vigor. You let your tongue move along her slit, memorizing the way she tasted. She was soaking, eventually beginning to drip down your lips and chin. It was addictive. Just like watching her move. Just like looking into her eyes. You couldn’t get enough of it, of her. You made her whimper each time that you grabbed her hips and pulled her against your face, only encouraging you to pleasure her more and more. She pulled away with a little pop, breathing heavily and gripping your thighs.

“I can’t..” She said breathlessly. “I need you again.” Removing her body from yours, to your slight disappointment, she places herself on her hands and knees next to you. She arches her back beautifully, leaving her ass in the air just ready for your taking. The disappointment of no longer being able to taste her was quickly replaced with excitement and awe at the sight of her like this. Her arm covered the lower half of her face as she looked at you, her eyes shining as she waited for you. You quickly moved into position behind her, stopping just to take in the sight of her in this beautifully vulnerable position. Her hips were perfect to fit into your hands, her braids spread out across the blankets beneath the both of you. It was such a perfect, breathtaking sight to behold. You slowly placed your hands on her hips, rubbing them and making her ass jiggle. “Like what you see?” She chuckles, wiggling her hips a little on her own to tease you.

“Love, more like..” You whisper, still bewildered. It felt like she casted some kind of spell upon you, leaving you completely bewitched by her. Positioning yourself, you pressed the head of your cock against her hole. You had completely lost your self control at this point, and began to shove yourself back inside of her. She sighed happily, letting out a soft little moan as you easily sheathed yourself back into her, where your cock belonged. It enveloped you in warmth and wetness, giving you an uncontrollable shiver. It was completely unbelievable how good she felt.

“Move..” She stated, wiggling her ass once more. There were no arguments from you. You began to thrust in and out of her, the sound of light slaps of skin on skin filling the air inside of the canopy. “Faster..” She whimpered out, making you comply with no words. She used her hands to steady herself beneath you, pushing her hips back to meet each of your thrusts. The sounds of the slapping grew louder, as did the moans and whimpers from both of you. Her skin rippled each time that you made contact with one another. She used her flexibility to look back at you as you pounded into her, her face begging and pleading with you. “Will you fill me up?” She asked. You audibly moaned, seeing her ask you and plead with you to cum inside of her. Wanting nothing more in this moment, you moved faster and gripped her hips even harder. Quickly pounding into her more and more, you quickly grew closer and closer to cumming inside of her yet again. You knew your thrusts were growing more erratic and losing their steadiness as you grew more and more desperate to give her exactly what she wanted. Feeling your body grow stiff after a few more erratic thrusts, your cock exploded inside of her. You throbbed and thrusted a few more times, completely filling her up with your seed. She sighed, pressing her cheek against the blanket beneath her. You could see her biting her lip, smiling away as she enjoyed the feeling. Her eyes were closed, completely lost within the pleasure of you. You could feel her tightening around your cock over and over again, like she was trying to drain you completely dry of all of the essence that you had left within your body.

“That.. was incredible.” You told her, gently rubbing her hips and admiring her. You could see it in her eyes that the voices no longer consumed her mind. The only thing she was worrying about at this moment was feeling good with you. Her voices were now an afterthought, a quiet problem to worry about later at another time. Now? There was only you.

“Couldn’t agree more.” She agreed. Staying just like that, she looked back at you, grinning. She didn’t even look tired, not in the slightest. On her own, she began to back her hips up against you. “Wanna go again?”

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𝑺𝑻𝑨𝒀 𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻,

𝑮𝑬𝑻 𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑵.

A/N: okay bear with me, this is a ‘poem’ (i don’t know what else to call it) that i wrote and when i read over it i realised some girls here would appreciate this imagery with their own infatuations, so whilst its not written like fan-fiction i felt generous enough to share it and i hope at least 1 of you will like it, best part is that you can picture any one of your favourite girls!!! Instead of a name i call the other character “Pretty”, so keep that in mind while reading, and again, this isn’t written like fan-fiction, but still i would appreciate it if you gave it a shot and told me what you think ♡

tags: lesbian only, think anyone!, femme!r, metaphors, suggestive, nsfw undertones but they are so slight and hidden beneath the wordplay that i can’t really count this as nsfw, sadomasochistic in a way, did i forget something? Let me know!

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I don’t want a cottage, i don’t want a life in simplicity and independency. I want a castle, i want an abandoned mansion adorned by vines hugging it long after solitude fell cold and loveless upon its very walls.

I want to hear the floors creak with every step, i want to hear the tremble of the floors effortlessly mirror the tremble of her legs, i want to have her, Pretty, and i want to keep her on her toes. I want, behind her gaze, to be as unpredictable as the grass around the mansion, a neglected ring of hues of green. Tall, short, eaten, rotten.

I want to give her the world, and i want to make her spin in the middle of it, i want to give her everything and make her feel like in a moment she could have nothing.

I want to make her dizzy and i want to make her euphoric, i want to see her scared and i want to hold her close, be the one to comfort her, Pretty.

I want our clothes to dance against each other when the weather drops and i take her out on walks, on the endless garden we’ve named ‘our hearts’ that no matter how long it’s been there for, untouched, unloved, uncared for, it just never seems to end.

I want her to let me tear her cotton fabrics apart and off, torn by grinding teeth and claw-like nails, hungry like a centuries-old vampire, lifetimes of self control and respect disintegrated in the very same time span Pretty’s clothes get ripped. Carefully laboured fabric, soft as freshly laved hair, made with the selfish, miserable thought of this granting them extra bread on their dinner plate.

And she would, she would let me tear her apart in one shared gaze. She would let me hold her and scratch her open, she would let me wound her because she knows i’ll be the one to heal her up again. And she knows i’ll do it before she can build the thought of asking me to.

She would let me darken her vision under the noon sun, heating and blinding. She would let me bruise her neck, violet splats trailing down her body like a rosemary. She would let me reach her depths and spin them around, it’d be nothing new to her, as long as her world is intertwined with mine she’s always spinning, she’s always dizzy. She would let me cradle her head as i treat her like fresh meat in aching, starved hands, because i’ve done so another hundred times, and each one she only seems more unwilted than the last.

Because she knows she’ll get me back.

Because she plans on making my darkest nights luminous, and she knows i’ll let her. The story is always the same; she unwraps me like a one-of-a-kind royal heirloom, her touches vigilant, precise on what she unfolds, what lies beneath her hands. And she knows i don’t fancy peace, her words forming clear juxtaposition to her touches, there are no blurred lines, my sense of touch and my sense of hearing are in two completely different words, and yet they co-exist in the pits of my stomach.

But like every child asking their parent to tell them a bedtime story, it doesn’t matter if its always the same, they always enjoy it the same. At the end of the day they fall asleep to it every time.

I’ll let her unwrap the lace off the corset, i’ll let her loosen every layer, watch the silks fall off my form, i’ll let her tell me the harshest things that leave my throat closing in on itself, as her hands soothe around my flesh getting me to ease up. She’ll rock me back and forth from being velvety to being cruel, i know it, and i will let her.

Because it takes two to dance, if you’re unable to match the other’s rhythm what’s the fun? It’s only enjoyable when you’re both having fun. 🫀

The Trophy

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SUMMARY: fucking your best enemy in the club bathroom at the LV GP afterparty

CW: Formula-1!au, fem!reader, sub!Jinx, kinda looser!reader, fingering, degradation, squirting, ass and pussy slapping, mention of pee, that's all(?)

NOTES: kinda late with this idea, but anyway. Can be mistakes, english isn't my first language 💌

men and minors dni.

You couldn't believe it.

Your car was way better.

Your team was way better.

You were better.

And she still was first. That damn little red bull with her dumb blue pigtails that she always had to tuck into her suit, making the other drivers laugh. On the track next to her, there was no laughing matter. She was the driver who justified the name of her team. With her driving style, it was surprising how she was allowed on the track at all. And how she hasn't earned a million penalty points in her racing license in just a couple of races yet.

Your team has been the absolute favorite since the beginning of the season. The car was perfect. McLaren has done a great job here. And there she was. The one who managed to beat you by a hundredth of a second when her partner was barely making it to the middle of the peloton.

So, standing on the podium next to her, you wanted nothing more than to stick that damn bottle of champagne in her pretty round ass.

And now, in the public bathroom of some club in Las Vegas, you wanted nothing more than to make her go dumb on your fingers, which you were pumping in and out of her wet tight cunt.

You scissor your fingers inside her spongy walls while she whimpers pathetically, pressed against the full-length restroom mirror. You can feel that sweet fluttering of her walls every time someone passes by the toilet.

“Please… Faster… I know it's not your forte, but still,” she giggles dumbly, rocking her hips against your fingers. Her face looks even more slutty than her dripping pussy, and her magnetic voice is even more husky than usual.

You smack her ass cheek roughly, feeling her walls deliciously squeezing your fingers inside from the sudden slap. You like the way her face is pressed against the mirror, the way she drools down her chin, the way her eyes roll back in pleasure and excitement at being caught, the way her pussy muscles squeeze your fingers so hard when she looks at herself in the mirror. It was the only way to feel like you could control her. And the only way to recoup your defeat on the track.

You roughly pulled your fingers out, leaving her pussy torturously empty and leaking with slick arousal. The only evidence that your fingers were inside is the thin threads of her arousal connecting your digits to her puffy cunt. Jinx squirms pathetically, trying to get at least some kind of stimulation, but you interrupt her with a sharp slap on her pussy, causing her to squeal and almost fall.

“What was that for?” she whines and tries to hold on to the mirror while you squeeze her tiny clit between your fingers, gently rubbing it. You can feel it throbbing and pulsing, signaling Jinx's impending orgasm. She's squirming and desperately trying to rub against your hand to get some relief.

“Beg for it, champ,” you chuckle wickedly, teasing her sensitive dripping folds with feather-light touches of your pads. Your thumb taps her poor clit making her squirm and whine from lack of stimulation.

You need to see her beg. To see her surrender. And she knows it. So she begs.

“Please, love… “ she moans, pornographically arching her back to give you the show you want.

In the end, you're the one who surrenders. Sticking your fingers back into her needy hole and fucking her until she can't stand or think straight. All she can do is buck her hips to meet your hand, as you rub her favorite sweet spot inside, and squirt all over the restroom floor without caring in the world. She giggles a little hysterically and bubbles some rubbish, and now you're wondering if she really came or if she just peed herself to make a mess on the damn floor.

This thought should have made you uncomfortable, but you press yourself closer to her back, biting the almost transparent, porcelain skin on her neck, fucking another orgasm out of her now loose hole.

And even if next week you want to kill her on the track, right now the most valuable trophy is having her cumming on your fingers like this.

NOTES: guys, would you actually pay for my writings, if I made a boosty account? Gonna post some controversial(?) works there (and I just really need some money ｡ﾟ･ (>﹏<) ･ﾟ｡) Btw, I won't stop posting here anyway.

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Vi & Jinx x reader

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SUMMARY: no weird incest shit, just them fucking you

CW: fem!reader, crazy reader (i guess?..), smut, threesome, dirty, face sitting, tribbing, tit sucking, biting, marking, tears, blood, gunplay, knife play, choking, degradation(?), squirting, that's all I think

(HEAR ME OUT AND DON'T KILL ME PLEASE, by the way, English isn't my first language, sorry for any mistakes 💌)

men and minors dni.

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Jinx’s raspy manic giggle sounds right above your ear as her gun moves torturously slow inside you. Her hair tickles your bare shoulder, her nails slightly scratch your waist and you can't help but be overwhelmed feeling every cold metallic edge of her gun as she pulls Vi’s head closer to your chest with her free hand. Vi’s tongue swirls around your hard nipple, her irritated growl sending pleasant waves down your spine.

“Don't get carried away, Jinx,” she mutters, continuing to devour your boobs with the passion of a starved animal. You moan as her teeth sink into your flesh, but you're too dazed to realize how hard the bite was, too focused on the tugging feeling in the pit of your stomach, right where Jinx's gun is thrusting. The thrill, the danger were turning you on more than anything. Even the dull ache between your legs seems torturously sweet now as you're dripping all over the damn gun ready to cum in any second.

"Not yet," Jinx purrs, slowing her movements inside you. Her hot tongue runs over your temple, wiping away drops of cold sweat.

“Come on, dont torture her” Vi chickles, her hand slides down your body to reach your aching clit, rubbing it lightly just to bring you to the desired orgasm. Jinx pouts, but immediately forgets about it, seeing how your cunt greedily swallows her gun as you arch your back, feeling strong waves of pleasure that almost make you faint. The sound of the gun's safety release startles you out of your daze.

“Relax” Jinx laughs slowly pulling a soaked gun out of your convulsing walls.

The smell of sex fills your nostrils, and you have absolutely no strength to think straight. You let Vi place you down on the cold wooden floor. All you can do is whine desperately as she throws your leg on her shoulder and starts rubbing her wet folds against your throbbing clit, overstimulating you beyond limits. Your moans swiftly interrupted by Jinx’s pussy shamelessly squirming on your face. You pounce on her, feeling her sweet and salty juices on your tongue.She giggles loudly with pleasure, and you can only imagine her biting her lower lip deliciously in an attempt to be quieter.

Your mind goes completely blank as you feel Vi cumming on your sensitive pussy, letting out a quiet whine and making Jinx giggle mockingly. Then Vi’s strong hand suddenly slightly squeezes your throat, making you choke on your own saliva and Jinx’s wetness running down your throat. Vi’s mouth appears on your collarbone biting you hard enough to leave a mark and make you bleed. You feel a tiny hot trickle running down between your tits and she licks it off with a satisfied hum.

Vi leans down once more to eat your abused cunt out and you feel Jinx bending over your lower abdomen, holding something in her hand.

“I think my sis is thirsty, you know?” she murmured through moans which you licked out of her. Then you feel sharp pain in your lower stomach right above your pubis, as she starts scratching your flesh with a knife, drawing something. This, combined with Vi’s lips sucking on your clit, drives you completely crazy with fear and excitement. You desperately arch your back trying to escape pain and tortuous stimulation. Blood runs down between your legs and Vi gladly laps on it, eating you out with even more passion now.

Tears start to well up in your eyes as her fingers wrapped around your throat again. Jinx presses the knife into your skin harder making you choke and whimper. She feels your tears on her thighs and feels how you squirm in agony under her. Vi roughly bites your clit, and your plaintive cry finally makes Jinx cum. She needily rides your face and you feel her squirt on your tongue. You're so drunk and dumb with arousal that you drink every last drop.

Your mind is hazy with overwhelming pain and pleasure when Vi brings you to another painful orgasm. Then she bites on your lower abdomen as if adding the final word to the inscription “Jinx was here” carved there.

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P.S. Guys, stop texting that it's incest, because it's not. Like, they literally don't have any sexual interactions with each other here, hello???

P.S.S. Okay, it's useless, text whatever you want 💌

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫

𝙹𝚒𝚗𝚡 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

✩.･*:｡≻─────── ⋆♡⋆ ───────.•*:｡✩

CW: fem!reader, bottom!Jinx, addicted!reader, cunnilingus, face sitting, no plot, short text

(can be mistakes, English isn't my first language 💌)

men and minors dni.

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“I’m starting to get why they used to call you Powder…so fucking addictive” you purred against Jinx’s dripping with electric-pink essence pussy. She just can't stop squirming on your face rubbing her delicate folds against your lips and you just can't stop devouring her. Jinx tastes like shimmer, like pure desire and danger.

Her petite body is pressed against yours, tangling in hot, sweaty and lustful mess. Jinx arches her back, puts her head on your lower abdomen, trying to please you too, even though she's too busy falling apart on your damn tongue.

Shimmer made her taste a little sour and fresh. It's like drinking an energy drink with mint gum, but more exciting. And obviously it's incredibly addicting, like you can't spend an hour without her pussy on your mouth and her raspy moans.

You nibble on her throbbing with anticipation clit, making her squeal softly and fiercely grip your hips. You feel her hard nipples rub against your stomach as her chest rises rapidly with frequent breaths and desperate whimpers.

Her arousal and your own saliva are running down your chin, and you can feel her getting closer. Her tense thighs squeeze your head even tighter between them, and you slap her soft ass, denying her orgasm. You roughly tugged on her braids, which made her arch her back even more and whine in irritation. That's exactly how she makes you feel. Irritated. Irritated that you can't tear yourself away from her fucking pussy for a damn minute.

You sip on her pussy, swallowing every damn drop of that drug you call Jinx and finally slide your tongue inside her. Her inner muscles contract, sucking your tongue in as she cums around it. She plaintively whimpers as her hips shake, legs are weak and her mind is completely blank. She digs her colorful nails into the soft flesh of your thighs, while covering your stomach with light kisses.

Now she's just your little satisfied mess.

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dividers aren't mine I don't know who made it😭

𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝

𝙹𝚒𝚗𝚡 𝚡 𝙴𝚔𝚔𝚘 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

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CW: threesome, sub!Jinx, fem!reader, cunnilingus, crempie, no plot, slightly jealous reader

I don't know wtf I just wrote, but let it be here

(can be mistakes, english isn't my first language 💌)

men and minors dni.

You were on your knees, face in front of Jinx’s swollen and dripping with arousal folds. Your hot breath makes her whimper and squirm on Ekko’s lap, while he’s holding her thighs spread wide apart.

His fingers gently spread her pussy lips giving you complete access to Jinx. You leaned down, lapping on her salty fluid and looking up for approval, just to see how Ekko deliciously sucking her neck while squeezing her petite breasts. Jinx’s face is flushed red, her breathing is heavy and ragged. And you feel jealous, but don't know who you're more jealous of.

You met Ekko a few months ago, after Jinx's ‘death’. You were always obsessed with her, her image. So getting her ex-boyfriend was more than an appealing idea to you. He just needed relief after his loss and you could enjoy the thought that every time you two kissed, you felt Jinx's lips on yours.

Her pleading gaze was making your excitement grow with each damn second. You opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue and letting your hot saliva teasingly drip over Jinx's aching clit.

Her breath hitched and Ekko was ready to muffle her moan with his mouth, pulling her into a sloppy kiss. Blood rushed to Jinx's cheeks as if she was in a fever, and you groaned contentedly at the sight, fucking her tight entrance with your tongue.

Ekko's fingers buried in your hair, pulling your head closer in between Jinx's thighs, while his other hand was pressed to her lower belly, enhancing the stimulation until she was almost crying with pleasure, desperately rubbing herself against your mouth.

“Fuck you… Both,” she whimpered plaintively in a hoarse voice, making Ekko chuckle slightly.

You felt her walls convulsed around your tongue, milking it, as she finished intensely. Her hips shook slightly as her inner muscles continued contracting.

You exhaled, raising on their level, just to lean to Jinx's lips in a messy kiss, letting her taste herself in your tongue.

“You’re… Amazing… I didn’t expect that” Jinx muttered weakly, leaning slightly down to leave hickeys on your neck and collarbone as Ekko grabbed your chin, pulling you into another kiss. He grabbed your ass with one hand and Jinx's breast with another, making you both gasped in surprise. You desperately rubbed yourself against Jinx's thigh, your need for release almost painful.

Finally you changed position, now you were sensually riding Ekko’s thick length while kissing Jinx who was sitting on his face, moaning softly into your mouth. Your hands run over his abs, enjoying its hardness as he slapped his hips against yours. You could feel every depth he was reaching inside of you and it was driving you crazy.

You leaned down to suck on Jinx's breast, teasingly trailing the counter of the cloud tattoo on her chest before gently biting her sensitive nipple. She gasped softly, arching her back from overwhelming sensations.

You could feel your own juices coating your thighs and Ekko's lower stomach. Then Jinx reached down to rub your clit, making you whimper with a delicious sense of fullness and her teasing. Your hips moved faster as you milked Ekko's cock, knocking needy moans out of him. He tried to push himself deeper inside you, not forgetting to take care of Jinx’s needy folds. Your hands moved all over their bodies, enjoying their lean physique.

With final thrust his cock twitched, pulsing softly as he released inside your tight walls. This thought alone was enough to send you over the edge. With a weak moan you collapsed into Jinx's arms, your thighs sticky and shaky as your inner muscles clenched around Ekko's cock prolonging your orgasm.

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(I really don't like it, but I spent the whole night on this shit, so I just needed to post it)

𝐀 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

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Reader x Jinx

SUMMARY: you are a thief who steals from people who are passing through your town. this time you came across the wrong person. that didn't stop you from fucking her though.

CW: sub!Jinx, fem!reader, cunnilingus, fingering, squirting, some kind of plot(?), fastburn

(English isn't my first language, sorry for any mistakes💌)

men and minors dni.

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Jinx moaned softly as she kissed her new friend's thin lips. The edge of the countertop rests uncomfortably against her lower back, forcing her to arch her back and make a dissatisfied mumble, only to hear a quiet chuckle in response. She couldn't believe how quickly this girl had managed to win her over.

A couple of weeks ago, a strange woman came into her small workshop. You were pretty and looked to be no more than twenty, but your piercing gaze was too intently and sharply jumping over various details of the interior, studying the situation. And you were wearing some ugly kind of wig.

“I haven't met you here before. May I know the name of such a charming lady?” your eyes sparkled playfull. Your intonation and body language put Jinx in a stupor. Since she faked her death and fled to the edge of the world, away from Piltover, changing her appearance, she has not yet received any attention from anyone. Jinx wasn't really sure if it was sarcasm, because she didn't look her best right now: crookedly cropped hair had grown back and looked even more untidy, and bright blue hair roots were starting to grow out from under the purple dye. And that's not to mention the oil and dust stains on the clothes.

“Powder," Jinx said after a couple of seconds of reflection. Lately, she's been using her old name to avoid attracting attention.

“Like baby powder or gunpowder?” you grinned annoyingly, leaning slightly on the table.

"Like gunpowder," Jinx replied grimly, rolling her eyes.

"Then you can call me Fuse," you grinned again, winking. Despite your outspoken flirtation, Jinx didn't miss the way your gaze appraisingly scanned her hideout.

"I have a business here, not a dating club," she grumbled, lazily rolling a blue hexteck ball around the table. Jinx chuckled inwardly, noticing how your gaze immediately eagerly darted to the jewel, as she suspected.

A couple of days later, she finally caught you trying to sneak into her workshop late at night.

“Are you looking for this?” Jinx appeared behind you, inserting a blue ball into the gun and pointing it at you.

“Rather for you,” not confused, you took a seductive pose, leaning on the table. “Jinx, right?”

“Well, how did you find out?” She rolled her eyes, pouting and moving closer to use the edge of the gun to push the hood off your head. Well, at least you weren't wearing an ugly burgundy wig right now. "I don't want to kill you. I'm kind of done with it.”

“Who else would have this round blue thing but Jinx? You're almost a legend. Almost,” you shrugged. You didn't seem to care much about the hextek-loaded pistol next to your temple. "You don't have to hide your identity here. No one cares who you are.”

"Except for you, of course," Jinx rolled her eyes.

“I don't care either. But I can say that you are too charming for the inadequate maniac they call you," you grinned flirtatiously again.

The shot cut off the edge of your bangs.

“Shut up!” Jinx said tiredly, going upstairs to sleep. Anyway, there was nothing to steal from her except the blue ball.She earned a couple of coins by repairing all kinds of utensils for the residents of the city, and that was all her money.

You had been coming to her several times a day for the past two weeks, but at least hadn't tried to steal anything. You just stared at Jinx while she worked, fixing something or building custom devices. After a while, you started chatting about little things, you brought her a snack when Jinx sat in the workshop for hours without leaving. She had to admit that she liked such a quiet life much more than the hustle, intrigue and dangers of Piltover.

Day after day, and at some point Jinx found herself pinned against her own desk, whimpering softly in need as your deft hands pulled off her top, tracing the contours of her tattoos with your fingers. You leaned to her neck, leaving weightless kisses on the pale, almost transparent skin.

Jinx's knees were already buckling with impatience and excitement, and a fog of lust filled her head. Squeezing the thin skin of her thighs, you lifted her up, setting her down on the table. You lips gently touched the skin between Jinx's breasts, saying one word.

— Perfect.

Jinx flinched, her eyes widening. Then a purple flash followed and she practically hung on to you, wrapping her legs around your waist and kissing you deeply, simultaneously taking off your top.

Meanwhile, you reached for her pants, pulling them off along with her underwear. Jinx leaned back, supporting her reclining position with her hands. Her stomach was trembling slightly with excitement as your lips dropped a kiss just below her waist.

Finally, you wrapped your arms around her hips, lifting her legs and pressing your lips to her wet and throbbing flesh, making Jinx moan and arch her back.

Your soft tongue explored her folds inside and out, knocking more whimpers and moans out of her and causing her muscles to contract from overexcitation.

"You're doing great for the first time," you purred, pulling back slightly to run a finger over her sensitive clit, lightly teasing her entrance before gently pushing two fingers inside. Jinx tensed slightly, but then relaxed, and feeling pleasantly full, began to move her hips towards your hand. The wet sounds only added to their excitement.

You smiled contentedly at the sight of Jinx’s eyes closed with pleasure and her bitten lower lip. When you curled your fingers upward slightly inside her, Jinx screamed at the unusual sensations, breathing heavily.

“What is it?” She mumbled plaintively as you plugged her with a wet kiss, continuing to move your fingers inside her. You showered Jinx's chin and neck with soothing kisses, feeling her inner muscles begin to contract, bringing orgasm closer.

You accelerated your movements slightly, pressing your fingers against her upper wall and applying pressure to her swollen clit. Jinx didn't have time to figure out what happened when she felt a clear liquid squirting out of her on her thighs and stomach. Blushing, she tilted her head back, allowing the orgasm to swallow her.

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A few weeks of being alone and talking to herself had loosened Jinx's tongue. She desperately wanted to brag about how brilliantly she had convinced the whole of Piltover and her own sister of her death.

“And then I slipped out through the ventilation and hijacked the airship while they mourned the dead and me,” Jinx enthusiastically talked about her adventures, while you lazily braided her short hair into small pigtails.

“And then where did you put it?” you asked.

“And that's beside the point, as far as I remember," Jinx narrowed her eyes in displeasure. You grinned, pulling her closer to your chest.

can you do a jinx nsfw headcannon?

you’re giving me a lot of freedom here, so i’ll use the nsfw head cannon alphabet 🤎

(tags/cw/tw: choking, mention of sadism, killing a blood, cum eating, exhibitionism/public sex, love bites, just some kinky shit man!!)

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

cuddle. bug. needs physical contact with you afterwards, something of hers needs to be touching you. she’s most likely one of those people who’ve never even heard the term ‘aftercare’ but does it unknowingly. expect to be attached to her for at LEAST a half hour after sex.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

anything she can grab, honestly. thick girly? tits, ass, and tummy without a doubt. and if you aren’t, TRUST ME she will find something to grasp onto. in her words, she finds these parts of your body “fun to examine”.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

she will swallow everything in sight. god knows why but if it comes from you, from there?? she wants all of it. it also doesn’t matter if she made you cum with her hands, her mouth, her pussy, her thighs, doesn’t matter. every single drop of you needs be licked up. deadass she’ll lick your cum off her face like it’s icing.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

she will cum so fast to the smell of you. when you’re away or just not at home, god. she’ll hump your pillow while smelling something you’ve already worn that week. she’ll be so desperate to get off because she misses you… if it belongs to you she’ll try to get off with it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

nope. no actually experience. you’re basically the first and only person she’s taken a chance on romantically, everything she knows has come from experiences with you. but the way she goes into every experience with you??? enthusiastic, devouring you like she knows every part of your body and exactly what she wants to do with it???? you’d think she’s done it a million times.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

depends on her mood (i’m feeding the switch!jinx believers). if she’s in a submissive mood, she’ll wanna be in any type of position where she can look up at you. she wants you to see the vulnerability and submission in your eyes. if she’s feeling more dominant you’re not gonna cum unless it’s in missionary. she wants to see exactly the effect she has on you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

okay guys our girl can be a little silly, we know this. giggles, jokes, and silly names almost the whole time (except for when she’s too fucked out to speak).

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

jinx most likely does not give enough of a fuck to shave down there, i mean, who was ever gonna see it? until you came along. now she’ll try to shave at least once a month because she wants it to look pretty for you (me personally i’d tell her to keep it but THAT’S JUST ME!!)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

she shows her affection in different and sometimes inexplicable ways. i think during sex, especially the climactic parts, she’ll grasp onto you because she just needs to feel you close. she’ll spit out praises at random intervals just telling you how much she loves you, needs you, how beautiful you look.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

i said it earlier and i’ll say it again, jinx is a GRINDERRRR OO OO OO OO OO OOOOO. ocassionally she’ll finger herself to the thought of you, but for the most part she’s gonna grind her clit on anything that’ll give her enough friction.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

she has a kink she likes but refuses to really act out with you. she’ll secretly be a little bit of a sadist… BUT she can not bring herself to purposely hurt you for her pleasure. she may choke you or give you a light slap here or there.. but she will not go as far as she really wants to go.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

truthfully i don’t think she has a “favorite place” per say. if she really wants it she’ll take you anywhere. N E WHERE. but if i’ll say anything i’ll say she gets a little rush from doing it somewhere where someone could just walk by, like a dark alley or a little closet.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

needless to say seeing you naked turns her on, that goes for most people; she has such a fixation on you so anything that allows her to see the figure of your body really. also also also when you match her energy!! wouldn’t say it turns her on but it makes her wanna pounce on you……. which usually leads to sex.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

she refuses to do anything that involves other people. threesomes are OFFFF the table!! because what in your rabbid ass mind would ever makes you think that she wants to share YOU with ANYONE else??

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

she love love loves giving oral. don’t get me wrong she will never turn down getting head from you, but it’s something for her about being able to make you feel good and be able to taste you ugh!!!

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

this girl is off shimmer half the time, and she fucks like it. she’s so eager to get to you that she’ll end up going turbo speed as soon as she starts. if you’re leading you could probably make things go slow but she will try to rush you…

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

like i said if she wants you she’s gonna have you. more often than not sex is initiated at random times whenever she decides that she wants it. this most definitely leads to a lot of quickies when you’re out, middle of the night, and oddly enough after she just put her gun to good use.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

as far as kinks are concerned she’s down to experience with almost anything! almost. as far as risks are concerned.. i’ve said it a million times and i’ll say it a million more.. she will take you ANYWHERE. doesn’t matter if “there’s too many people around!” or “someone could hear us!”, better hold the moans then.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

as much as she wants when she’s in control, all day all night and the next day. when you’re in control she can still go for quite a while but she might tap out a few times LMAO.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

guys. listen. that finger she made herself after caitlyn shot her finger off? she has a vibrating setting on it I DON’T MAKE THE RULES!!!!! that’s like the one toy she really has and uses aside from the dildo she stole from the brothel (unused of course don’t worry).

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

she wants to tease you… she truly does… and sometimes she can! but uh.. half the time she’s too eager herself to to actually tease you. she’ll wanna tease you, but when she sees just how bad you want her? all that goes out the window.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

moaner and a whiner. whenever she randomly pulls you somewhere for a quicky while you’re out she usually has to be the one pleasing you because that girl can not hold a moan to save her life. she will get loud, circumstances be damned. you usually have to cover her mouth because if it was up to her own ability everyone would know every second you two were fucking.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

once fucked you and got blood everywhere, why? because she had just “dealt with” a group of guys at the last drop who had the audacity to fuck with you. poor bastards didn’t know who you belonged to or what their ignorance would cost. but after she was done she dragged you to the middle of the alley she did it in and took you right there. by the time you were done you were both covered in blood and fucked out. how sweet!

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

pretty perky tits, and surprisingly smooth skin?? how does she do that?? the tattoos we see in the show are the only ones she has, and there’s also probably an army of hickeys she quite literally demanded you to give her. she wants to be reminded someone loves and takes ownership of her when she sees herself.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

okay so this one is a little….. idk confusing? because she’ll fuck you whenever she feels like it, i swear she has like a switch that turns on randomly that makes her horny for you. and truth be told we will never know who’s controlling it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

i feel like you always end up falling asleep before her. because after all is said and done she kinda just likes to stare at you. she’ll stay up for hours after just looking at you, examining you more accurately.

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i actually loved this so much omg… i knew i wanted to get back into writing and this just DID IT for me. keep the requests coming i love them!! i hope i did this request the way you wanted :)

taking requests!!!

i wanna start writing again, anddd to do this i wanna start taking requests!!

people i write for ->

arcane:

jinx

vi

caitlyn

mel

sevika

ambessa

tlou2:

ellie

abby

dina

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i’ll do sfw, nsfw, drabbles, oneshots, headcannons, etc etc, just ask!!

i’ll take requests for other things maybe, no promises but you don’t know if you don’t ask love.

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A THEORY ABOUT THE ARCANE AU

you know how in the Alternate Universe, Vi dies? And how apparently Jayce isn’t there either? 🤓 Question is HOW though? well if you go back to the first episode around the dialouge where they mentioned getting the tip from “little man” you can see that there was ONE gemstone on the desk and if you paid attention, Powder took ALL of the gemstones from the box except for one that exploded the building but in the OG universe that ONE gemstone caused a blast that was near fatal which you can see in the second episode from Jayce’s POV.

Now hear me out

what if the first blast triggered the other gemstone that was in the room with Vi, Claggor and Mylo in it? Which is a possible outcome. and since Vi and Jayce (perchance Caitlyn since both her and vi LITERALLY can’t be seperated from each other in any universe) were in the proximity of the blast, if you include the second gemstone it killed them instantly ykwim? but another thing can also prove my theory which was when ekko went back to that building to find remains of the hexstone to build his time machine which couldn’t have been possibly unless that gemstone that was on the desk was shattered. AKA the fragments that were practically ENGRAVED in the wall. I know it’s not THAT serious but it kept bothering me ngl

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Draft CONCEPTS

Season 1! Jinx(she has her gadgets, maybe fishbones)[same with season2 jinx]

Ceremony

Wakes up after fight with the firelights from coffin(encounter with Vi and Caitlyn)

(no game version cause Jinx would not gaf about Grim)

Temporarily holds crowley at gunpoint (with pow pow or her default gun, like when )

Riddle collared her(?)

People were surprised by her behavior, seeming like an unstable manic person. Questioning how she was picked from

Didn’t really help with grim

Was pissed that she couldn’t go home

Ramshackle

Thought the ghosts were weird hallucinations at first

Thinking about how she could jinx-ify her new temporary home

Wasn’t happy about being reduced to a janitor

First day

Liked Hades

Got triggered by Ace’s teasing

Got her guns confiscated

Other events

Used fishbones for the blot monsters, threatened the bullies(clipped a paint bomb on their uniform, Jinx and Theriam), Thought of Riddle as Caityln/a Piltie before he blotted, Trey and Jinx has a sibling dynamic Yuuken and Jinx too, Deuce reminds her of Vi when he mentions his past

Her hallucination becomes a minimum

Might add a scenario where an explosion in the lab triggers her because i want to but i might not cause…just why?

Season 2 Jinx! Reader(Isha is included):

Ceremony

She’s defensive and suspicious of the whole ideal but doesn’t do anything specifically reckless, holding Isha close to her(manga version)

She uses her speed to outrun Grim(game version)

(nothing much changed) Other details:

Her and Isha play with the ghosts a lot, didn’t participate in the mine’s situation but did since Isha somehow followed Yuu under her watch(like when Isha went to the rally)

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Draft CONCEPTS [might add Yuuken]

PitfighterVi!(Season 1 Vi version is the same except It’s more tamed):

Ceremony

Wakes up after her lost match in her coffin (manga version)

(game version) wasn’t scared of grim but didn’t want to get burned alive since she’s still drunk she struggled to get away, too dizzy

Almost tried to choke out the headmaster(Jinx and Vi scene )

Everyone was surprised with her appearance, not expecting her to be so gruff and unkept. People also admires her back tattoos and her muscular body (Vil was VERY displeased about her appearance)

Had a hangover and headache over the chaos of grim

(got scared of lilia) curious about malleus, thinking he’s a big monster, something like warwick

Got shocked when she couldn’t go back home and tried to leave but realized she was nowhere near piltover or the undercity

Ramshackle

Wasn’t surprised or impressed by the conditions of the dorm

Got startled of the ghosts(tried to punch them)

Wasn’t happy about being the janitor but complied

First day

Was curious but didn’t really care about the statues

Suspicious of Ace but listened to the stories of the villains

Got mad and tried to resist fighting Ace, Grim got to him first

Other events

Managed to find her gauntlets and defeat the mine blot monster, Fought the cafeteria bullies, Cater's clones, teamed tagged with deuce, the one who punched riddle when he mentioned her parents

Sees Deuce as a little brother and is proud of him, almost reminds her of Powder (bonding)

Was irritated with Riddle

Kept getting Caitlyn hallucinations(for the first part)

Gets drunk(somehow)

Meets malleus and was a little lost

Season2 Jinx will come out tomorrow

HAPPY NEW YEARS 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🎉🎉

𝐹𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝐷𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑆𝑘𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝐵𝑙𝑢𝑒

A/N: I am filled with angsty ideas, you guys to need recommend me some fluff! Anyway, I figured I would write about Jinx next, since i wrote about Vi.

TW: Death, Hallucinations, Guns, Accidental Murder.

Word Count: 1.4k

Reader is Female

You were always there for Powder.

From the moment you two stumbled into each other’s lives as kids, scuffing your knees and laughing through the grime of Zaun, you knew she was special. Powder, with her bright blue hair, endless dreams, and that mischievous light in her eyes—she made you believe in something more. Maybe it was the way she rambled on about her silly inventions, or the way her hands danced when she explained her wildest ideas, her voice full of hope. Or maybe it was because you saw her as she saw you: someone who wanted to belong.

You loved her. Even as kids, it was there, silent but true. Not that you ever said anything. How could you? She was Powder, your Powder. The girl who wanted to ride a blimp and touch the clouds. The girl who dreamed of the topside skies.

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Then it all fell apart.

You remembered the smoke, the shouting, the chaos that swallowed your home whole. Vander was gone. Vi was gone. And Powder…

No, Jinx.

They said she vanished. They whispered about the girl with the bombs, the one who burned bright like a firework and destroyed everything in her wake. The Zaunites called her a ghost, a demon, Silco’s pet monster.

But you couldn’t accept that. You couldn’t believe it.

You spent weeks wandering through the debris-strewn streets of the Lanes. Every alley, every shadow seemed to hold a trace of her. You heard whispers of Silco, of strange explosions, but none of it led you to her. The places you once played together—the old sewer tunnel, the abandoned warehouses—were empty now, silent ruins filled with ghosts.

The nights were the worst. You’d sit under the broken pipes of your hideout, staring at the dim glow of Piltover above, wondering if Powder was watching the same light. You whispered to the darkness, hoping she might hear you. “Come back, Powder. Please.”

But there was only silence.

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Months became years, and time changed you. The streets taught you how to survive, how to scrape by when the world turned cold. You worked odd jobs, scavenging parts from scrap heaps, running errands for merchants who barely paid you a coin. But you never stopped dreaming for something better—not for yourself, but for her.

You still saw her sometimes, in glimpses. A flash of blue down a crowded street. A laugh that sounded just like hers, only to turn into static when you followed. You knew it wasn’t real. She was a ghost now, the ghost of your Powder.

And yet, you pressed on. You worked harder, pushing yourself through the grime and the hunger. You told yourself it was what Powder would’ve wanted. We’ll go live topside with Vi and Vander, we’ll make something of ourselves she would say tinkering with her latest invention. And you tried.

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Eventually, you saved enough to get out of Zaun—even just for a little while. The topside was everything Powder once described to you, from the clean cobblestone streets to the strange, humming machines in Piltover’s marketplace. You marveled at it all, feeling out of place yet unable to tear your gaze away. And that was when you saw it: a blimp soaring high above the streets, its silver hull gleaming in the sunlight.

You’d promised her once. We’ll ride one together someday.

It hurt, but you paid what little you had for a single ride.

When you stepped onto the deck, your heart pounded. The wind whipped through your hair as the blimp climbed higher and higher, leaving the city behind. Below, the sprawling streets of Piltover gave way to clouds, soft and endless.

It was beautiful.

You closed your eyes and let yourself imagine that she was there beside you, her small hand in yours, her face full of wonder. “See, Powder? I made it. Just like you wanted.”

The words were stolen by the wind, but you hoped she heard them wherever she was.

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It happened on a day like any other.

You were wandering through an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the Lanes, searching for scrap to sell. The air smelled like rust and smoke, and the metal creaked beneath your boots. It was late in the evening, the shadows long and the silence unnerving. You had learned to tune it out over the years—the way Zaun felt like it was always waiting to swallow you whole.

Then you saw her.

A flash of blue.

You froze in place, your heart slamming against your ribs. At first, you thought it was just another hallucination, a cruel trick of the fading light. But then she moved, the unmistakable sound of footsteps echoing across the concrete.

Your voice caught in your throat. “Powder?”

She turned, slowly, and for a moment, your world stopped.

It was her—and yet it wasn’t. The girl you remembered, the girl you loved, had changed. Her hair, once braided carefully with your help, now hung in wild, tangled strands. Her clothes were a chaotic patchwork of leather and belts, torn and smeared with soot. Her eyes… they weren’t the soft blue you remembered. They glowed pink, sharp and unnatural, like embers left too long in the fire.

Her gaze settled on you, and she tilted her head, smiling in a way that didn’t feel quite right. “Haven’t heard that name in a while,” she said, her voice sing-songy, almost mocking.

Your chest tightened. “It’s you,” you whispered, tears pooling in your eyes. “It’s really you. I thought you were gone.”

The smile widened. “I’m not gone. I’m just… better.”

“Powder,” you stepped closer, ignoring the alarm bells going off in your mind. You had to be sure. “It’s me. I’m here. I looked for you. I never stopped looking.”

Something flickered in her gaze—a hesitation, like she recognized you. But it disappeared almost as quickly as it came.

“Jinx,” she corrected. “That’s my name now. Jinx.”

The word made your stomach drop. You’d heard the name whispered in hushed voices across the Lanes. The girl with the bombs. Silco’s girl. But this wasn’t Jinx. This was Powder. It had to be.

“Powder, please,” you begged softly. “It’s me. Remember? I… I love you.”

Her smile faltered, and for the briefest moment, you saw her. Powder. The girl you shared everything with. The girl who promised you both would touch the sky one day.

You surged forward, wrapping your arms around her trembling frame. “You’re okay,” you whispered against her shoulder. “You’re safe. You’re home now.”

Then it snapped.

Her body went rigid, and suddenly you were shoved back, her strength far greater than you remembered. You stumbled, confusion turning into panic as you saw the wild look in her eyes—eyes darting around like they were chasing something you couldn’t see.

“No, no, no,” she muttered, hands clutching at her temples. “You’re not real. You’re not real.”

“Powder, it’s me!” you cried. “I’m right here! Look at me, please!”

Her gaze snapped back to you, sharp as glass. “Liar,” she hissed. “You’re one of them. You’re just like them!”

You opened your mouth to plead again… and that’s when you saw it.

The gun in her hand.

Your heart stopped. “Powder…”

“Jinx! It’s Jinx now!” she screamed, her finger trembling on the trigger. Her pink eyes flickered, caught between recognition and madness. For a moment, you swore you saw tears there, too.

“Please,” you whispered, stepping forward. “I love you, Powder. I always have.”

The words hung in the air, fragile and fleeting.

Her expression broke—just for a second.

Then… Bang.

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The world was quiet.

The pain was immediate and blinding, burning through your chest as you fell to your knees. You gasped for breath, your vision swimming with spots of color.

Jinx—Powder—stared at you, her eyes wide, her hands shaking around the smoking gun. The grin had vanished. In its place was horror, her lips quivering as she dropped the weapon to the ground.

“No… no, no, no…” she whispered, stumbling forward. “I didn’t mean to… I didn’t mean to!”

You tried to speak, but nothing came. The air was too thin, too far away. All you could do was look at her—the girl you’d loved since you were kids. The girl who dreamed of touching the sky.

Your vision blurred, and as the darkness crept in, you thought of the blimp. The sunlight. The clouds stretching out forever.

“For you, Powder,” you mouthed, your lips barely moving.

And then… nothing.

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Jinx sat there for a long time, cradling your lifeless body.

In the silence, the hallucinations whispered their cruel mockery. But for once, Jinx didn’t listen. She just stared at you, the only person who ever loved her, truly loved her, and wondered if she had finally broken something she couldn’t fix.

The sky, somewhere above Zaun, remained blue.

𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑟 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑧𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢! 💙

𝐷𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑏𝑦: @𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑐𝑠-𝑛-𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒

So I was tweaking out (maladaptive daydreaming) and I remembered this one song from the Steven Universe Movie with Spinel and Steven and its called "Found" and I'm deep into my Arcane obsession so you can probably see where this is going.

IMAGINE JINX X READER BUT ITS THAT SONGGGGG 😭😭😭

"Someday, Somewhere, Somehow"

"You'll love again"

"You just need to find someone"

"Someday, Somewhere, Somehow"

"I'll love again" "You'll love again"

"I just need to find someone" "You just need to find someone"

"Someone who treats me better" "Someone who treats you better"

"Someone who wants me around" "Someone who wants you around"

"Someday, Somewhere, Somehow, I'm gonna feel found" "You're gonna feel found"

"Today, Right here, Right now, I already feel found"

Reader is in green because green is awesome!!!!!!!!

My introduction!

This account is ACTIVE!

Yes I’m taking requests!

I am MULTI-FANDOM

*IF YOU DONT LIKE ANY OF THE THINGS THAT I MAKE, PLEASE LEAVE.*

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Hi, My name is Kitty! And I’m a fanfic writer. I’m in lots of fandoms so you’ll see things from all over! Though I’ll mostly post TOKIO HOTEL fanfics.

Some fun facts about me!

• I LOVE to read!

• I love to listen to music, it’s kinda my therapy😅

• I like to draw here and there.

• I love to read, so if you have any book recommendations please send!

• How I originally got into Tokio Hotel was b/c I saw a post about Tom while doom scrolling and I thought Tom was hot. But then I started to listen to their music and actually liked Tokio Hotel b/c of their music and not only b/c of Tom.

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Fandoms I write for

Tokio Hotel

Supernatural

Marvel/MCU(every part of it)

The Boys

Arcane

The Last of Us(show + game)

Game of Thrones + The House of Dragons

Star Wars

*I will write for these fandoms on my own accord and when I get requests for them*

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Fandoms I’ll occasionally or are open to write for

Harry Potter

Invincible

Avatar: The Last Air Bender

Narcos

The Maze Runner

The Outsiders

Call of Duty

Teen Wolf

Halo

Any other fandom that you want me to write for via request

*I will occasionally write for these on my own accord. I will mostly only write for them if they’re requested*

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Things I will write or are fine with writing

Fluff

Smut+lemon

Angst

Age gap(1-6yrs. 10yrs max. I will NOT go any higher unless requested. Even then I may not do it)

Au’s

Female and gn reader, sometimes male reader(I’m a girl and I’ve still yet to experiment w/ m!reader. I may never do smut w/ m!reader though I’m super open to anything else. I just need time to get used and comfortable with m!reader.)

Reader of any sexual orientation(I’m completely find w/ it. I’m gay myself)

Reader of any race and religion

I’m fine with doing dom and sub things/undertones

Ships! I’m completely fine with writing for these(just as long as they aren’t pedophilic or incest or anything weird)

Real people/celebrities(this will only be fluff and angst. I will NOT be doing smut. I feel uncomfortable doing that type of stuff knowing some of these people have whole ass family)

Writing horror/describing gore. I’m completely fine w/ it.

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Things I will NOT write under any circumstances

Incest of any kind(siblings, step-siblings or parents, bio parents, anything like that)

R@pe/non-con(this is disgusting. If the story somehow has r@pe in it, it’ll only be mentioned and if there would be a r@pe scene, it’ll only be mentioned)

Piss or shit kinks(self explanatory. The only body fluids that will be evolved in any way in any of my fics will either be spit/saliva, or cum. That’s it.)

Innocent!reader(this means that reader is so fucking innocent that reader doesn’t even know what a orgasm is. This lowkey pisses me off. Just not my type of thing.

Big age gaps(10yrs is the max I will go. I’ll only go over if requested, even then I may not do it)

Fics that deliberately are racist, sexist, homophobic, or bring down any sort of group of people. (By this I mean if a fic is requested and it’s very clear that the base line is any of these things, I will not do it.)

Romanticizing things like r@pe/non-con, stalking, kidnapping, being drugged, any of those things. (Honestly I’m so happy that people are realizing of bad this is and how many books have this in them and the amount of authors that do it. It’s genuinely disgusting. Like would you actually want that to happen to you IRL? I don’t.)

Underage things. Under no circumstances will I ever write underage.

Proships Lima self explanatory. (If you don’t know what a proship is it’s ship that’s considered “problematic” in a fandom. The ship can consist of incest, a problematic or worrying age gap, most of the time one of the people being a minor…, things like that.)

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Requests

Whenever you wanna request anything it’s totally okay to go into detail. Honestly I kinda want you to so you’ll like the fic(:

Requests will take about 3-7 days to finish as I have many other things going on in life and I can’t fully dedicate all of my time to fics.(I’m also a major procrastonator….😬)

Y'all saw that too💀 ts was funny, esp since jinx doesn't have a set sexuality, it's completely different shipping her with fem characters vs shipping vi (a confirmed lesbian) with male characters and the fact that he saw it as such a sin makes me giggle

it’s hysterical seeing men pissing themselves over the fact there aren’t that many jinx x male reader fics boo fucking hoo!

Quick! Someone write a jinx x reader oneshot

Modern day Jinx and Silco would be in the mafia. So I'mma write some mafia jinx! fics later down the line probably.

Undead gf (role reversal)

Zombie! Jinx! X Fem! Kirraman! Reader

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Reader is written to be any skin color, body type, or race.

Not a part two to zombie gf, just a separate fiction with the roles reversed cus I love a role reversal.

It's gay.

Very morally grey, damn near not grey at all.

I just can't leave kirraman! Reader alone can I? (It's such a fun thing to write.)

(Reader is hinted at being a kirraman, but due to the way the story is written, not explicitly stated)

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Taut fingers pull at the bows string, gradually pulling it backwards and lining up the arrow. The girl pulls the arrow so far that it's bristles brush up gently against her rough cheek. Lining up with her vision quite nicely.

She takes a deep breath, the cold smoke leaving her lips and curling into the dead air before eventually dissipating. She waits a beat before letting go, the satisfying sound of the arrow cutting through the wind and successfully meeting it's mark.

The deer falls over and into the earth with a sickening thud. The birds quickly scatter at the sound and (name) knows she has to move quick.

The (hair colored) girl tucking her bow against her side and running down the angled slope, combat boots eventually finding the deer's carcass.

(Name) stops short just behind the dead deer and gives a long sigh. This'll be a bitch to drag.

The girl drags the deer through the woods as silently as possible, having to stop multiple times on her trek to stay out of sight of the surrounding biters.

The task was definitely a bitch to complete but eventually, the (hair colored) girl was able to haul the heavy deer into her camouflaged army truck and sped off. Of course ramming a few biters along the side of her spiked car as she went.

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(Name) slams the truck door shut after she jumps down from the monster truck's step-up. The noise reverberating off of the garages shuttle doors and around the large storage room.

The (haircolored) girl grabbing her red wagon trolley and heaving the 40 pound deer into the trolley, leaving the garage shortly after. Slowly working her way past the kitchen and through the hidden entrance until she reaches the secret basement.

A soft smile overcoming her face when she heard the rythmic clicking of a metal chain. The girl stops momentarily and closes her eyes. She's probably in the far corner.

The rolling of the cart stops right in front of the basements entrance, waiting to be acknowledged. We all know what happens when she gets surprised.

"Honey? I got dinner." (Name) says the words softly, knowing how bad her girlfriend could freak out if her voice is raised beyond a low whisper.

She only gets a low growl back.

(Name) doesn't let it bother her, instead just shrugging and pushing the dead deer down the ramp in the cart. The red wheeler crashing into a concrete wall and slightly denting itself. The girl watches as a boney pale hand sneaks out, snatching at the corpse with breakneck speed and pulling it along with the unimaginable strength she new her girl still possessed.

(Name) relaxes, when she hears the distinct sound of flesh tearing and bones crunching mere seconds later. At least she's eating.

(Name) herself though, doesn't fear her girlfriend. Why would she? She's just really sick after all. And so, she rolls her shoulders and practically marches into the basement. Eyes falling immediately on her girlfriend who still sat hunched in the corner.

(Name) briefly feels a sliver of guilt run through her at the sight. What kind if girlfriend is she? To do this to J- to her? When did she become like this?

She stiffens at the self imposed question, being immediately sucked back into the cruel past.

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Snow and twigs crunch under the girl's brown leather boots, the cold nips at her ears and nose, making them respectively both ring and run. The girl doesn't care to stop.

Her hand is tightened around the bow she holds in her grip, ready for her to draw at anytime incase of a horde. Or humans.

The girl had left the safety of the kirraman bunker mere weeks ago, no longer able to stay in a house that at every turn reminded her of her lost girlfriend. Her soon to be found girlfriend.

Though the likely hood of JJ being found unharmed after being missing for all this time is slim.

It having been late summer when JJ and her sister went on a run of the mill supply run, ([name] would've went with Vi that day but alas, she fell sick.) Neither girls came back for the next couple of days, worrying both Caitlyn and (name). The two kirraman girls practically latching onto each other during the time away from their respective girlfriends.

Until of course one day when an injured Vi practically fell right on their doorstep and was found in the morning. The shorthaired girl revealed that she didn't know where her sister was either, the two having split up thanks to a stupid horde and never crossed paths again.

When Vi got better, her and (name) went out everyday to try and find any unfamiliar tracks or clues. Of course, finding none.

After a few months stewing in her worry and fear, name left the compound, spending weeks on the road, questioning any reliable looking human she found on the wearabouts of a blue haired girl.

The trail finally lead her here. The headquarters of some stupid born again cult a few states away, she knows they have her.

The kirraman girl, dressed in the cults clothing (something she stole from a person that she might've kidnapped and killed), she marches confidently passed the gate.

She might die here.

She might find JJ here.

What if they don't have her?

The girl forces those thoughts from her head, pulling the small cloak further down and walking a little faster past a few guards and 'normal' men alike.

One of the ex Cultists she sharply questioned told her of the 'pit'. A place where they leave prisoners to die if they don't convert. A place crawling with zombies.

She knows JJ would rather chew off her own hand then bend to some idiots wearing adult diapers. And with the large amount of enemies that JJ made in both their past and present life, she doesn't doubt that some of them might've came here too. (Name) briefly acknowledges that this is a suicide mission and questions her sanity.

The girl pulls a few bombs, (courtesy of her lover) out of her cloak. Discreetly pulling them and rolling them into rooms. Making sure most of the tools are at least filled with three before flicking the switch. It's a small compound so she didn't really need to stack up too hard on the bombs anyway. The cult more notorious for killing people rather than 'saving' them means that there really weren't a lot of people for her to kill at all.

The girl hears the telltale almost silent 'pop!'. Meaning that it went off, blood splattering on the walls and hallways of the building. Thank goodness for 'pressure bombs' as she called them. Quick and efficient.

With the building practically vacant save for a few stragglers that might've been in the halls, (the girl kills them all of course, even if she doesn't find jinx here that's one less sacrificial cult in the world.)

She finds her way into the 'pit', as it turns out, the ' 'pit' is heavily exaggerated. Guess the name and the thought of a place crawling with zombies alone was supposed to scare the shit out of people. Because there are hardly any actual walking around zombies here. The cultists probably clean this place out every now and again incase of a zombie breakout.

It takes a while for (name) to find her. The kirraman having slightly given up hope that she's here when she's slapped in the face with a long blue braid.

The (haircolored) girl looks up slowly, hesitant to see the heartbreaking sight waiting for her. Milky blue eyes connect with her own and the girl in the net let's out a raspy growl. Long chipped dual colored nails snapping out through the nets hole and swiping down as if she could just snatch the human up.

Neither girl(?) Say anything for a moment. Not that Jinx could. (Name) just stares at the feral animated corspe that was once her girlfriend.

It's silent for a few moments longer before, "Hi baby." (Name) couldn't even recognize her own voice, so cracked and tainted. She sounded close to tears. She couldn't even register her shaking hands or accelerated heart. It's one thing to assume that a loved one is dead, and a completely different thing to see it for yourself.

She'll never see her smile again, or cry, or breathe. They'll never kiss, or fight, or hold a fucking conversation. You can't cuddle a zombie.

It hurts. It's a physical sharp pain shooting through her heart the longer she looks at those glazed over blue eyes. Those once so expressive blue eyes.

That damned trip!

(Name) wishes she could go back in time and personally mow down every fucking cult member. Wishes she could prolong their deaths and leave them to be ripped to shreds by a horde. She curses at how much of a mercy kill she'd really given them.

You can't kill someone twice.

So for now she'll focus on Jinx. On what her next step is.

The next step ends up being to take her home.

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(Name) knows though that she can't do this forever. While yes she has created a drug that would 'stop' Jinx's body from decay, it won't bring her back.

(She created the drug under intense pressure after she brought Jinx home and while not perfect, it does the job flawlessly.)

It still needs to be administered every week or so and makes her feel like shit every time she has to drug jinx to give her the preserve.

And sure, they're pretty deep in the woods and off the map but people do stumble by the area evey now and again.

(Name) refuses to make a guard dog out of her girlfriend (and potentially lose her to a skilled survivor) so it means that usually if the person isn't off their property by day three they're missing a few limbs and now zombie chow. ('Name' of course gives them a mercy kill just before though, she's not that cruel!)

As (name) ponders the immorality of her actions she also comes to a conclusion; Whatever it takes.

They were separated once and look what happened, (name) would hate to see what she becomes if Jinx is taken again.

So she won't even tempt fate with the option. Keep Jinx in the house. Keep her tucked away, but never locked up. Feed her human of course but not so much as for it to get suspicious. And keep others off the property.

Those have become her rules. The ones she abides by and forever refuses to break. Breaking one might mean that she'd break another and another and she would loose jinx. No one else is worth it.

(Name) knows she'll probably waste her life away taking care of her undead girlfriend. She knows that such a high risk life may put her in the grave quicker than fate may have intended.

But she doesn't really care. Because she refuses to just bury Jinx. God she prays this apocalypse would never end.

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Okay so this one is obviously a bit worse than zombie gf, but I have excuses. I had to rewrite this TWICE because Tumblr refuses to connect to my WiFi. And I forgot what I wrote each time so I am just about done with this one shot.

Btw what happened to all the jinx stories, bring them back please the jinx x reader tag has been so dry lately.

Modern au

Nerd! Powder x Cheerleader Fem!reader

reader is written to be of any skin color or size.

this is very gay.

Vi is two years older than powder in this one, making her a senior and powder a sophomore. Caitlyn is a senior and reader is a junior.

Reader is down bad.

Small drabble.

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(Name) presses her perfectly manicured nails against the stall door and gives it a light push. Opening the door and revealing herself behind it.

The (haircolored) girl walking quickly through the small tagged arch and towards the sink in front of her. Washing her hands and reapplying her bubble gum pink lip gloss. The girls (colored) eyes connecting with soft grayish blue ones through the mirror. A feeling of bashfullness washing over the girl.

Powder Lucas.

(Name) stares into startled glacous blue irises for a few more seconds before flashing her a quick smile.

The girl behind her immediately looking down towards her chipped fingernail polish instead. (Name) hummed softly, wishing the girl behind her would catch her eyes again.

The bluenette wore paint and oil stained black overalls today, her dark navy hair braided into two double dutch braids instead of their usual long fishtail. Mud splattered black sneakers covered her feet, her shoes a little on the larger side. Slightly different from the ones she normally wore.

Not that (name) noticed of course.

The (skincolored) girl dries off her hands softly with a paper towel. Adjusting her skirt in the mirror and walking out the bathroom with another word. Wanting to get out of the situation before powder noticed the soft blush dusting her cheeks.

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Alexander slaps the tray from powder's hands, the blue plastic object clattering onto the floor without much of a struggle. The loud noise interrupts most of the chatter in the lunchroom, the students now staring at the interaction. Powder turns bright red at the attention and reaches down to pick up the fallen tray, alex kicks it away from her.

(Name) rolls her eyes and sits up in her seat. Here we go again.

Alexander Travis was a football player of course. Who believed his own bullshit and thought himself and other like him superior because of his clear financial advantage. In other words, he was an asshole.

An asshole who up until recently had a girlfriend that had left him for powder's troublemaker older sister. (Though, name thinks their relationship was fake the entire time, Caitlyn hadn't even pretended to be into him.)

An asshole who also got his teeth kicked in by powder's aforementioned troublemaker older sister who, because of it is now suspended for a month.

And since troublemaker Violet Lucas (who goes by 'Vi' to her very few friends) isn't here to kick his teeth in again, Alexander these past few days has taken to getting even through her much meeker younger sister.

Harassing her in gym, embarrassing her in front of teachers and overall being a huge dick to someone years younger than him.

The teachers look the other way because Alexander's the principals nephew and they don't want to lose their jobs. Students look the other way either because they, like alex, hate Vi and want to take it out on her or their just scared of the repercussions of standing against him.

(Name) tried to get him to stop behind the scenes quite a lot of times. Appealing to their past status as friends and even promising to go on a date with him if he'd just leave the poor girl alone. But he just shook his head and said that that 'poor ass family' had to pay and stopped to conversation at that.

The cheerleader pops the bubblegum loudly in her mouth, making sure it reaches the only two standing up in the middle of the lunchroom. The sound cuts off Alex's stupid ass taunts and makes him then towards the (haircolored) girl who cups one of her hands to her face and leans on the lunch table, obviously bored.

"Got something to say (lastname)?" He raises an eyebrow challengingly, thin lips twitching downwards when (name) says nothing and instead just blows up another pink gum bubble.

The girl pops it again and chews loudly. "Yeah actually, when are you gonna leave that poor girl alone?" She uncrosses her legs and prepares to stand up.

"What?" Alexander let's out a little snicker, surprised that she's so blunt in public. He turns to the cheerleader, forgetting the glaring bluenette behind him.

(Name) stands up, smoothing her skirt out and letting it fall to her knees. "I mean, I get it Vi literally stole your girl and handed your ass to you on a silver platter, but it's done- it's over now, just let it go dude."

Powder behind him stops attempting the impossible task of picking up the sticky mess of cheesy mashed potatoes from the tiled floor and instead stares ahead, her mouth opened slightly showing off her cutely gapped teeth.

Alex scoffs at her words and crosses his arms. "Your really sticking up for this bootlicker and her jailbird of a sister?" He questions, the threat clear in his words.

(Name) shrugged. "Nobody else seems to be." And with that the conversation is over. The (haircolored) girl brushing past him and bending over slightly, offering the girl on the floor a hand that she takes with shaking fingers.

A tingle flows through (name)'s body where their fingers touch and the girl bites back a gasp. Suddenly a lot more self conscious after successfully grabbing the hand of her kinda sorta maybe longtime crush.

Slowly, she pulls the bluenette off the ground until she's standing up right in front of her. The cheerleader awkwardly picking off chunks if mashed potatoes from powder's outfit and clearing her throat. "There. Good as new." (Name) flashes another (hopefully comforting, most likely off putting) smile at powder's bewildered face and picks the lunch tray up. Not even bothering with the food on the ground.

The older girl, in front of everyone, gestures to her own table where there's only her lunch box. "Wanna come sit? I don't think I can fix this." She lifts the tray in question and looks over to the food on the floor. "But I have packed an extra lunch with me."

Powder blinks and stares for a few seconds at the offer and (name) grows even more embarrassed at the amount of eyes still on them. She'd never invited another person back over to her table before. Caitlyn has, most of the other cheerleaders have, but the girl never really felt comfortable talking to somebody else while eating.

"Yes." Powder's voice is soft, a slight rasp curls around her words and a monotonous edge is imbedded in the sound. Her voice brings a small fluttery feeling to her chest and nestles butterflies in her previously settled stomach.

This isn't even close to the first time (name) has ever heard the younger girls voice, not even close. But it's the first time it's actually directed at her and the acknowledgement is what sends her over the moon.

(Name) nods a little too quickly and forces off the smile threatening to pull at her cheeks. "Cool." She hopes powder can't hear the voice crack. The cheerleader bounces on her feet, feeling as if she won a million dollars as she pulls the sophomore over to her vacated table.

Powder stumbles over a little less gracefully and sits down. Bunching away from the older girl almost immediately and drawing in on herself. Barley visible light pink blush dotting her perfect freckled cheeks.

(Name) thinks nothing of it, not offended at the girls blatant closed offness and pulls a nicely wrapped pretty calzone out of her pink bag, chips and a small drink leaving it after and she hands it to her junior.

Powder takes it slowly, as if thinking (name) would snatch it back and laugh in her face if she moves to quickly. (Name) would never.

Eventually she takes it, their fingers brushing against each other and making both girls shiver at the touch. Powder gently unwraps the calzone and takes a small nimble of it, her eyes lighting up when the flavors touches her tongue and she goes back immediately to take a larger one.

(Name) discreetly watches her, not even touching her own messily put together homemade burger, pride filling her while watching powder happily stuff her cheeks.

She stayed up all night perfecting that recipe she pawned off of cait who got it from Vi. That damned thing was a lot harder to make than it seemed and (name) gained even more respect for the pink haired girl who made it perfectly everytime. The cheese grating in and of itself nearly had the (hair color) quitting at multiple points during the night.

The cheerleader fiddles with her multiple hello kitty bandaids while she subtly watches the girl eat. Elated all the hard work paid off and she didn't chicken out yet again on actually giving it to the bluenette.

"T-thank you." The younger girl's voice breaks through her thoughts easily and (name) pretends like she hadn't been staring. A small blush be falling her face at powder's piercing blue eyes. Her cheeks has small smudges of grease on them and her breath smells of pepperoni.

"I- anytime." The cheerleader nods. Happy to have the bluenettes attention for the first time in the six years that she's liked her. Her leg bounces under the table while powder absentmindedly comes slightly closer, their bodies no where near touching but there's a change in the air around them, a strange relaxation flowing through them both. The start of something new.

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Yes, older powder is a kind of difficult character for me to write🥲

But it's not really my fault okay-

I might write another jinx Halloween fic, just corpse bride edition because I love the movie