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AGGGHHHH I BUSTED

as long as it takes.

pairing. abby anderson x female! reader

synopsis. Abby’s generous with her love. She gives, and seldom takes. It’s why she takes her time with you. Why she slowly works you over, dragging you to your eventual release as if she has all the time in the world. Though this time, it’s taking far too long.

an. based off of this request. pls like, reblog and comment. i appreciate it endlessly<3

warnings. 18+. minors dni with this fic & my blog. abby manhandles you (hand on jaw – not choking), references to anxiety and stress, crying, assplay?…assplay (blink and you’ll miss it) fingering…squirting…

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only 4 more reqs to do and they’re all prob gonna be 2k+ words !! (i’m taking a break after thjs)

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Can I request a rough dom reader x sub jinx, where Jinx is riding our strap and we can see the bugle from her stomach. She tries to get off the strap but we wouldn’t let her. Like degrading and stuff. THANK YOUU

i saw ur previous request, i just didn’t know how to start it 😭

৻ꪆ content warnings : dom! reader , sub! jinx , rough sex , slight overstim , degradation , mean! reader , strap referred to as ‘cock’ and ‘dick’ , jinx receiving that shlong , hand pinning , begging

৻ꪆ word count : 500+

blair dropping two requests in one day ?! ( someone kill me )

jinx’s mouth always finds a way to get herself in trouble. whether that be with enforcers, vander, or just random people who pissed her off. but tonight, she was in a lot of trouble, with you in particular. 

the sound of skin slapping fills the room, your long, thick strap assaulting her cunt over and over again. “when i tell you to do something, jinx. you fuckin’ do it. no talking back, none of that bullshit.” you growl in her ear, your voice was low and dark, absolutely fed up with her defiance. 

her head lolls back into the pillow, eyes rolling to the back of her head. she was an absolute mess, your strap hitting that spot inside of her perfectly with each thrust. she wanted to do something, push your buttons to the point you might explode if another bratty remark left her lips. yet she couldn’t do anything but lay there and moan out cries of your name. 

“can’t speak now, hm? cock got you going dumb?” you coo with faux sympathy, raising your hand to leave a sharp smack on her tits. a raw moan escaping her throat, arching her back towards the ceiling. 

“m’sorry, i’m s-sorry, please,” jinx chokes out, her words barely audible from the cracks in her voice. she brings her hand up to your stomach, attempting to slow down your unforgiving pace. you let out a breathless laugh and grab both of her wrists in one hand, and firmly rest them above her head. 

“real cute baby, but sorry isn’t gonna cut it. not after that shit you pulled.” you use your freehand to push her legs up to her chest, drilling into her. your thrusts grow deeper, more deliberate, until you notice the faint bulge from your strap in her lower stomach. 

“look at that,” you release your grip from jinx’s wrist to push against the bulge. her breath catches in her throat, her eyes fluttering shut. “you’re so fucking small i can see my cock right there, feel that?”

her cheeks flush a deep crimson red, her body writhing underneath you. you could tell she regrets pushing your buttons, and that’s exactly what you wanted. your hand stays firm on her lower stomach, applying just enough pressure to make her whine and feel every inch of you. “what’s wrong, can’t handle it? you wanted to act all tough earlier, didn’t you?”

jinx lips quivers, her legs tremble around your around back. clawing weakly at the sheets to search for some kind of support. “p-please, i can’t—“ she gasps, tears welling in her dazed eyes.

“can’t what? take your punishment like the slut you are?” you sneer, driving your hips harder into her, drawing another broken cry from her lips. “you’re gonna cum all over this dick, aren’t you? go ahead, make a mess of yourself, jus’ gonna make you clean it up anyway.” 

with a few more thrusts, her release floods out of her, coating the strap and sheets in her cum. her cunt clenches around your strap, but you don’t let up — not yet. 

“mmh, what’s wrong? too much for you?” you coo mockingly, gripping her chin with your index and thumb. her whimpers turn into sobs, becoming completely overstimulated as you fuck her harshly through her orgasm. 

“don’t tell me you’re done already,” you purr, leaning down to press your lips to her ear. “we’re not stopping til i say so.”

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uhm. abby anderson. #need that in ways that are concerning to feminism.

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I Saw the TV Glow (2024)

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can we imagine modern au vi whos in a band fucking reader after a show 🙈🙈

৻ꪆ content warnings : smut , hair pulling , praise , strap usage (r receiving) , slight public , smallest mention of liquor , d/s dynamic if you squint like really hard . . .

৻ꪆ word count : 1k

you watched your girlfriend on stage, her black hair and make up complimenting the rock vibe of her songs. she’s an absolute show stopper, her vocals reverberating off the walls. the drums and guitar booming throughout the venue, and the people love it. 

they’re singing every lyric proudly, not once missing a word. moving their body to the rhythm of the song, some even screaming vi’s name in hopes of being replied to. you just laugh at their attempts, one person even yelled ‘have my kids’. yeah fucking right.

as she’s finishing up her last song, you make your way over to the neon lit bar, surrounded by fans and drunks. you greet the bartender, a young woman in her early 20’s. she has piercings scattered across her face with a dark red mullet to match. “it’s nice to see you around! vi is amazing on stage.” she exclaims with a warm smile on her face. 

“i know, i’m so proud of her!” you chirp back, taking a glance at all of the bottles of liquor behind her. 

“what can i get started for you?” she asks while handing you a menu, there’s so many options but you just settle for a cup of juice. you reach out for your wallet but it’s quickly declined, she insists it’s on the house.

“being vi’s girlfriend must have it’s perks, huh?” you giggle, taking a small sip from the glass container. the two of you get lost in conversation, talking about everything and nothing all at once. it’s only when the crowd erupts into cheers loudly and the main lights flip on, you look up.

“there’s my girl,” vi says, her voice hoarse and husky from her previous performance. she wraps her long, loving arms around your waist and lean down to give you a kiss on the cheek. 

you don’t know how the crowd isn’t bombarding her with questions or photos, but you don’t think too much into it, just respecting the respect the they have for you and vi. 

“you were great up there babe,” you compliment her, bringing your hand up to caress her cheek softly. you get lost in her eyes, those light silver irises could keep you in trance forever. 

“you think so?” she asks, tilting her head, her eyes as a big as a kids’ in a candy store. she was an absolute sucker for your praise and would do anything just to hear it. “or are you just saying that ‘cause you’re my number one fan?” 

“both,” you tease, sticking out the tip of your tongue. “but seriously, you were amazing, as always.”

vi chuckles, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips, ignoring the stares from the envious fans. “come hang out backstage with me. the girls wanna say hi, and i could use a little company.” she winks, dropping her voice a little lower. you roll your eyes, completely over her little childish antics, nevertheless you comply and follow her anyway.

“lead the way, rockstar,” you giggle, taking her hand in yours as she maneuvers the two of you throughout the crowd. occasionally waving or blowing kisses to her diehard fans. 

“mmmh, fuck vi. it’s, it’s too much — can’t take it,” a string of moans leaves your lips, eyes rolling into the back of your head. being pounded from behind mercilessly and every time you think she’ll slow down, she only speeds back up.

“yeah? too much for you, pretty girl? can’t take this fuckin’ cock?” she sputters out in between thrusts, her dominant tone has your legs trembling underneath her. the only thing keep you upright is her tight grip on your waist. 

vi struggles to maintain her composure. the feeling of the base of her strap grinding against her clit has her stumbling over sentences. she reaches her hand over to toy with your clit, rubbing sloppy circles. the scene is downright pornographic, the two of you fucking like wild animals.

“feel so good baby, haah — mmffhh, such a good girl,” she grabs a fistful of your hair, making your back arch completely. her thrusts are erractic and hard, chasing her own high with yours. “gon’ cum, gonna cum all over this sweet pussy.” 

vi’s grunts grow louder as her pace becomes desperate, the sight of you all fucked out for her brings her closer to the edge. “yeah, take it — take all of it, ma,” she growls through gritted teeth, slips of whines and moans escape her throat, almost harmonizing with yours.

“vi, fuck — i’m —“ your voice cuts off with a loud cry, your body trembles, nails digging into the plush of the couch in front of you. your orgasm crashes over you, waves of pleasure coursing throughout your body. vi whimpers loudly behind you, her hips stuttering as she slams down into you, riding out your high while grinding into the strap chasing her own climax.

“fuck,” she breathes, her thrusts slowing down to a stop before she pulls out completely. she leaves a trail of kisses down your spine, starting at the peak of your ass ending at your neck. “you’re so perfect love, my sweet girl,” she whispers in between kisses. the affection makes your heart jump, instantly becoming flustered from her loving words. 

you turn your head slightly to look at her, your cheeks flushed and lips parted. “you’re insane,” you mutter with a soft smile, dropping your head to rest in between your shoulders. 

vi smirks, leaning in to kiss your shoulder. “only for you, pretty girl.”

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nsfw, mdni. tattooist!vi x f!reader. cw. pwp, dom!vi, fingering (r!receiving), petnames (doll, cherry, princess, baby), secondhand embarrassment, masochism, dacryphilia if you squint, squirting, unprofessional conduct, bad hygiene practices. wc. 1.9k

the bell on top of the door jingles with your entrance. the parlour smells like a mix of cedarwood, vanilla and antiseptics- just what you'd expect from an antique-looking tattoo studio. the guy at the front desk looks up and smiles.

"hey there, name's ekko. got an appointment today?"

"hi! no i haven't, just saw a 'walk-ins welcome' sign outside. is that okay?" you give a small grin, a little jittery from your impulsive decision.

"that's absolutely fine. take a seat and fill this out f'me." he nods before ducking up some stairs. heavy rock plays softly over the speakers and you begin going through the few pages of personal and medical info.

after a couple minutes, you hear footsteps heading your way. you stand with the clipboard and see a woman with dark pink hair, about 5"8, in cargos and a tank walking towards you.

"hey doll, i'm vi. i'll be tattooing you today."

hell, is it just you or is it getting hotter in here?

"hey, thanks for squeezing me in. here, i've filled out the forms," you extend the clipboard to vi and she gives it a once-over.

"did you have a design in mind?" she queries.

"no... i kind of came in here impulsively, wanted to try something new, y'know?" you shy away from her gaze and fiddle with your fingers. her eyes are fixated on you, every movement of your body.

"you're alright, cherry. why don't you come on back and we'll figure something out together?"

you nod but question the nickname. "cherry?"

"you've got a cherry charm on your bag, your phone too. i'm assuming you like 'em?" vi says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. you look down and back up at her, giggling a little.

"oh, yeah, they're my favourite."

"good to know. c'mon, follow me,"

you follow vi up the stairs, to a smaller studio than the one below. seems like this is her private workplace, nothing in the room but the bed, a swivel chair, a trolley with some equipment, a couch, and a shelf displaying artworks and vinyls.

"why don't you look through this book and see if there's anything you like? i'm happy to draw somethin' up for you too," vi says, manspreading on the couch and giving the space next to her a pat. you sit and and flip through the book. her works are intricate, displaying a variety of art styles in both colour and black-and-white. your eyes are caught by a beautiful design, a little larger than what you wanted for your first tattoo, but beautiful and unique nonetheless.

"i love this one, i'd like to get this tatted if that's okay?" you turn the large folder towards vi, only to find her eyes already trained on your face.

"mhm, that's one of my favourites, let me print it out for you. where did you want it?" vi stands and heads over to her trolley.

"i'm not sure... this will be my first tattoo, so where does it hurt the least?" you question.

"your first? damn, usually i'd recommend something a bit smaller, but you can handle it, right?" vi smirks at you whilst tapping on her ipad. "as for placement, i'd say your arms would hurt the least. upper back if you're feeling adventurous. or... your outer hips." she trails off a little.

"hm, okay. i think the design might be too big for my arms, and i don't really want it on my back. let's go with my hips?" as you're busy considering the placement of your tattoo and how much pain you might (will) be in, you fail to notice the tips of vi's ears turning pink.

"sure thing, cherry. i'm ready when you are." vi's got the design printed out, a few sheets of paper of different sizes in her hand. you look at her, all thoughts gone for a second as you wait for further instructions. she looks back at you, wondering why you're not taking off your shorts so she can stick the stencil on you.

"um...?"

vi lets out a breathy laugh. "i know i should probably take you out to dinner before i ask this, but mind pulling your shorts down? so i can put the stencil on?"

your face flushes red as you realise that's what you were supposed to do, but also is she flirting with you? or is that how she is with all her clients?

"oh sorry! here, sorry!" you scramble to take your shorts off, not giving vi a second to turn around to give you some privacy. as you stand in the middle of her little studio, only in your baby tee and lace panties, both your faces grow redder- you because of embarrassment, and her because she didn't expect you to take your shorts off.

"sorry! okay, you can put the stencil on now, sorry,"

"stop apologising cherry, nothin' to be sorry for," vi shakes her head and laughs again, before kneeling before you and getting everything in order. she looks up.

"left or right, doll?"

"uhm! right, please..." you trip over your own words a little as you try to look anywhere but her light blue eyes through her lashes.

"alright, let's see..." with a gloved hand, she rubs cream over your hips, the coolness nearly sending a shiver through your legs. she sticks the stencil on smoothly and pats it down. "have a look in the mirror. you happy with that?" you turn towards the floor length mirror leaning against the opposite wall.

"it's perfect, thank you." you smile.

"amazing. let's get you on the bed and get started, yeah?" vi steps away to get a new pair of gloves as you lie down sideways "ready, cherry?" you nod. she's positioned against your lower back, but can you see her in the mirror getting her equipment ready.

"'let me know if it's too much, alright?" she applies more cream to the stenciled area before tattooing the first line through your flesh.

half and hour later, you're beginning to wish you'd gone with a smaller design. vi's not even halfway done and your thighs are already shaking a little with the pain, tears threatening to spill onto the pillow your head rests on.

"how're we doing, doll?" vi asks as she continues, right hand tracing the stenciled lines, her left gripping the flesh around your arched back. what's adding to the pain of the needles is vi changing her grip on you every few minutes, making heat pull around your core. each time her hands move closer to your clothed pussy, it sends a shudder through your whole body.

"yup, good!" you lie a little too enthusiastically. in the mirror, vi raises a brow and lifts the gun off your skin.

"you sure? i can see you're shakin' a little,"

"yup, no i'm good. please keep going," your almost-pleading voice nearly sucks all the air out of vi's lungs. she shakes her head in an attempt to concentrate on her work, and not on the way you're shaking, ass unconsciously pushing back into her chest; not your doe watery eyes and quivering lips in the mirror.

"if you're sure," vi resumes and you shake even harder. tears finally roll down your face, pooling near your ears, staining the pillow. the uncontrollable twitch in your thighs intensify and you attempt to get away from the needle by scootching back or wiggling your hips, making vi graze her forearm too close to your cunt in the process.

"you're gonna have to stop doing that, princess," vi grits, the nickname almost makes you gasp, the pain in your hips and the pressure in your core becoming too much.

"sorr- mmgh!" your slick spills out, soaking through your panties and coating your inner thighs. this doesn't go unnoticed by vi, who audibly sucks in a breath, turns off the gun and sets it aside.

"'m- 'm sorry vi," you whine in your aroused daze, still flush against her chest.

"doll..." vi pauses. "you're fine. let me clean you up, yeah?"

"wh- what?" you shift to look at her with widened teary eyes.

"i said, let me clean you up."

shivering, you feel a gloved hand inch up your inner thighs and stop at your soaked panties.

"tell me princess, what's got you so worked up?" her finger drags up and down your clothed slit, sending jolts of electricity through your flesh. you feel more of your juices seep out, and you know vi can feel it too.

"are you nervous?" she pulls your panties to the side, exposing you to the cold air.

"is it me?" vi pinches your clit. your back arches with a high-pitched whimper.

"or... do you just like writhing in pain?" without warning, two fingers dip inside you causing you to scootch up the bed and thighs clamp down on her hand.

"i wouldn't do that if i were you," vi whispers in your ear. her strong fingers dip in and out of you wildly, coming all the way out before slamming into you again. you wail and mewl as fat drops of tears stream down your face, babbling nonsense into the tear-stained pillow.

"y'look so pretty crying f'me, baby," with her free hand, vi grips your chin with an almost bruising force and lift your head to the direction of the mirror. "look at you, lookin' so fucked out when we just started."

she lets go and your upper body falls limp on the bed as she continues her assault on your pussy, fingers hitting that gummy spot over and over as you chant her name amongst a string of curses.

"fuck, fuck- vi! shit-" you throw your head back with a moan. feeling like your whole body is on fire, your core tightens.

"you can take another, can't you, doll?" vi purrs as she flips you on your back, her hot breath against your collarbone.

"wha-" the addition of a third finger nearly sends you screaming into oblivion. her thumb circles your clit whilst her other hand presses on your lower belly, making your thighs quiver and your lower back arch off the bed. everything is foggy, your eyes clouded with tears, your head filled with nothing but vi, vi, vi-

"too much! it's, mmf- too much vi!" you cry. it feels too good, you know you're going to come at any second, the rope in your stomach threatening to snap as you look up at the gorgeous woman hovering over you, panting and groaning as if she was fucking herself.

"shh, i know you can take it, cherry. you enjoying yourself?" vi asks, and when you respond with nothing but moans and incoherent blabbering, she slaps the side of your hip- the freshly tattooed side.

you come hard. with a scream, your eyes roll and your back comes completely off the bed. you're squirming, writhing, shaking in vi's hold as her fingers continue pumping in and out of you, fucking you through your orgasm. when you come down, she doesn't stop. not when you're full on sobbing, trying to push her hands away, clawing at her forearms, drawing blood and leaving crescent-shaped indents on her fair skin. a foreign feeling builds inside your bladder, and you scramble to free yourself from vi's grasp.

"shit! vi- ah! g'na, 'm g'na pee!"

"shh, just let it go princess," vi hushes and you become undone once again, her watching as your head is thrown back, milky cum leaking and clear liquids gushing out from your pussy, coating your thighs, her forearms and the bed.

"fuck, that's so hot," vi pull her fingers out of you, who's still a quivering and panting mess beneath her. you watch as she slurps up every last drop of your juices before she takes off her nitrile gloves with a snap! and drops it into the trash.

“you reckon you can keep going, princess?”

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i want to be her age gap gf with too much energy that make jokes that r immature asf or that she doesn’t understand. like ik her ass would be making this face multiple times a day

she’s just too cute when she’s annoyed 😭

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i apologize deeply i just kinda spam liked and i DID NOT REALIZS IM SO SORRY

sweetheart pls its okay

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hashtag i need abby anderson / mel medarda to mock me everytime i moan and be so condescending and yes

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innocent!reader scissoring with mel... she's so condescending and mean :( #needthat

৻ꪆ this was so fun , i’m def gon write more mel content

৻ꪆ content warnings : dom! mel , sub! reader , scissoring , mocking , teasing , reader is very whiny , orgasm denial , smut , 18+ duh , mean mel , use of mommy ( reader ‘nd mel)

৻ꪆ wc : 600+

you and mel are sprawled out on her plush king sized bed. the air is thick and heavy from each others breathing. your bodies decorated in purple marks aligning your necks and chests. “come on love, i wanna try something.” mel mutters, pulling her mouth away from your glistening cunt.

you whine at the loss, but it quickly fades as she adjusts the two of you. positioning to where you’re underneath her and she’s perched right on top of you. connecting her bare pussy with yours, grabbing your leg and hooking it over her shoulder. a groan of pleasure immediately escapes her lips as she feels her hardened clit kissing yours, moving in sync with each other.

“mmmh mel, feels so, so good,” you drawl out, every thought in your mind being taken over by the sensation of her being all over you.

“i know darling. i’m making you feel good, as always, right?” she questions, her tone is low and almost mocking. you don’t recognize it though, too submerged in your own thoughts. only giving her a weak nod in your return but sadly, that’s not enough for her.

“words, now. don’t make me repeat myself.” she demands, you could tell she was completely serious, so you gave her what you wanted not wanting to push her limits.

“y-yes, you always make me feel good, only you, mel.” you stammer out, puffing out small breaths after each roll of her hips. “fuckfuckfuck, i’m gonna—“

you’re met with a warm hand wrapped firmly around throat, squeezing the sides lightly to cut off blood flow but not air flow. knowing she’s so close to you like this makes you so dizzy you swear you’re seeing stars. the feeling of her glossy cunt sliding perfectly with yours, that teasing voice she uses to make you feel smaller than her, and how she knows how to draw every sound out of you, all of it is just so addicting. yet, your trance is quickly cut short with a hand meeting your cheek.

the slap wasn’t hard enough to burn or leave a mark, but it was enough to make you bring you back to reality. “are you listening to me, doll? or are you too fucked out to even hear?” her voice was laced with dominance and a slight annoyance. you could tell she said something before but you had no idea what it was, too entranced by her.

“i’m, i’m sorry mommy,” you babble, tripping over your words as your eyes struggle to meet her dark, hazel colored ones. “didn’t mean to — ahh fuck, i couldn’t f-focus, you’re so pretty, it’s hard.” your tone is whiny, pathetic even. continuing to shower her in compliments to win some kind of resilience from her, but deep down, you know it won’t change a thing.

mel’s moans become more higher in pitch, signifying she was close. she almost got so caught up in her own pleasure she forgot about yours, how you ignored her. she manages to regain some control over her sloppy movements, making them more steady. “i know darling, mommy just makes you feel so good, you forget yourself, hm?” she tilts her head and grips your chin, forcing you to make eye contact. “but you know the rules sweetheart, bad girls can’t cum.”

you let out the loudest whine possible, a huge pout forming on your face. her clit connecting perfectly with yours was making you feel so, so good, and now you couldn’t even finish. you do absolutely everything you can to get her to change her mind. you give another attempt at lavishing her in praise, promising you’ll never break another rule again, even saying if she lets you cum now, she doesn’t have to let you cum for the rest of the week.

but she doesn’t let up her rule, forcing you to take in all of her. watch as she unravels all over you while you’re laying beneath her with a sore cunt. “i’m sorry love, rules are rules.” is all she says before peeling away from you, and planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

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playing with vi’s sensitive boobs🤤

and what if i say this made me rip my shirt off? hope you don’t mind the fluff sprinkled in.

your shared bedroom smells of a mix between a vanilla candle and your sweet fruity perfume with vi comfortably lying between your legs and back resting against your chest, happily. “you’re quiet,” vi murmured, enjoying the feeling of your lips against her temple, and waiting to feel that small little beat to know she’s here and you’re not just dreaming of her.

“just thinking,” you answered, fingers lightly tracing patterns on her stomach. sometimes writing i love you on the hard muscles of her abs, or just drawing a heart.

“about?”

“you,”

“me?”

you don’t answer verbally, more so the kiss you plant just below her ear gives her the answer she was looking for, or didn’t know she wanted and leans into your touch and hums softly.

“well, i think about you too.” she finally spoke up, enjoying the comfortable silence. the feeling of your hand on her stomach, and lips on her skin had her flushed and hot. violet loved you being close and always having your hands on her.

“that’s good to know,” you smiled and left another kiss on her neck. “i love thinking about you. makes my day better, always.”

vi barely has time to respond to your words, what she wanted to say was ready on the tip of her tongue but when your hand grazes her nipple over her shirt, an action so light and innocent, you hear it, the sharp intake of her breath and the way she twitches against you. “vi?” you chuckled against her ear.

“shut up,” she huffed, but there was no true malice or annoyance behind her words and relaxed more on your chest as you pushed your hand up her shirt and quickly cupped one of her tits. “shit,” vi jolted, cold fingers grazed her nipple again. “baby,”

“relax,” you kissed her shoulder and squeezed her breast lightly. “let me look after you.”

nodding wordlessly against your head, vi pathetically pushes her shirt up, and closes to ignore the laugh you let out at her eagerness and simply rolled her now pebbled nipple between your fingertips. “so sensitive,” you murmured into her ear, catching the lobe between your teeth. “such pretty tits, hm?”

violet whines, reaches her own hand up and places it over yours. “they’re okay,” she said, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip and trying to hide her face in your neck.

“okay? baby, your tits are so fuckin’ perfect,” you pinched her nipple harder and hummed at her high pitched whimper. “yeah, so perfect.”

“baby,” her face flushed and breathing heavier had you smirking into the side of her cheek. the tension in the room grew, and grew more hotter with each graze of her tits.

it’s only when you’re cupping them between both hands, rolling her nipples and kissing her neck that violet lets out another continuous string of whines and whimpers. her head falls back against your shoulder with a light thump and her eyes flutter closed. “you like that?”

“yes,” she admits pathetically, shapely inhaling at a sudden harsher pinch and grabbing onto your arm, sinking her blunt nails into your skin. “fuck, yes, i like it.”

“my sensitive girl,” you cooed and watched the way her nails contained to sink deeper into the skin. “i could touch your tits all day, so pretty and perfect, love them so much.”

“i love you.” vi choked out, puffing out soft breaths at each squeeze and pinch. “feels good.”

nipping and sucking at her neck, marking up her skin even more, you don’t register the fact violet’s eyes start rolling back into the back of her head with each of your touches, until you pinch her nipple between your fingertips again and her body tenses in your hold and moans loudly all of a sudden.

the angelic sound sends a shiver down your spine.

fluttering your eyes open at the sound, you remove yourself from her neck and that’s when you find a smirk curving up on your lips at the sight of her chest heaving up and down quickly. “baby, did you just—”

“shut up!” vi stammered out of embarrassment and blushed furiously.

“did you just cum by me playing with your tits?”

turning slightly and burying her face in the crook of your neck, vi nods nervously and clings onto you tightly. “it just felt—”

“i know, baby,” you smiled and kissed the top of her head. “how about we see how many times i can make you cum by playing with your tits?”

[bblairxe]

#makeelliesubagain2025

i’m telling u, this girl would be absolutely whimpering at the slightest touch you give her. imagine you guys are in ur bed and it’s so soft and cozy until freaky mode gets activated and now you’re on top of her. your clothed thigh pressing against her bare pussy and ur just grinding that shit uppp and downnnn. she can’t do anything but whine and beg for your mouth, poor baby even started drooling! her voice is so intoxicating to the point you’ll ask her to tell you how her day was knowing everytime she speaks it’s just incoherent sentences or a string of moans. but you can’t help it! it’s just too cute to listen to her stutter over her words, hearing her moans after every sentence.

“oh fuck, a-after i texted dina and asked if she wanted to, to, baby please . . need you so bad!” ellie spews out, her words barely audible as you grind into her, drawing every little sound out her.

“mmh yeah, what you telling dina, baby? telling her how good i make you feel?” you tease with a breathy laugh, lowering your head to latch on her erect nipples. swirling your tongue over word while your hand toys with the other.

“fuckfuckfuck, i’m so close. i don’t w-wanna cum without your fingers, please.” her head falls back against your pillow, her mind filled with you. your scent, touch, your condescending voice mocking her moans. it’s all too much for her, making her pretty little head dizzy.

yeah it’s getting real nasty up in there !

[bblairxe]

Can I request a Jinx x reader in which Jinx maybe sees reader with some young kids from Zaun and sees how good she is with the kids and starts thinking about building a family with reader? Possible smut at the end if you want!!

content warnings : none ! jinx nd reader are just very in love with eachother lolol wc : 900

the streets of zaun were never quiet, kids always running around, vendors advertising their products, and people talking loudly amongst themselves. jinx was strolling through the alleys, trying to see what trouble she could conjure up next. until she sees you, her girlfriend. she paused as she watched you crouch down with a soft smile, handing out pieces of food to the zauntie kids.

their grubby hands happily reached out for the fruit, shoving the food in their mouths like they haven’t ate in ages. you giggle at the sight, reminiscing on how it felt to once be so pure and innocent. you give them the last pieces of your food which they accepted with the goofiest smile on their faces. 

jinx leaned against the wall, the neon lights reflecting off of her vibrant blue hair. her smirk faltered as a big smile replaced, watching the way you are with kids made her heart flutter. the way you spoke to the kids, your voice gentle and soft, how you would give them smaller portions so if they eat too fast they won’t choke, how you gave up your food to make sure they were full even though you were still a bit hungry. it was all so heart warming to the point she caught herself tearing up.

a strange warmth formed in her chest. she’s seen you fight before, stand your ground against enforcers and thugs, but this gentler side of you — it was something new. something that made her need something she never knew she needed before.

the kids ran off, their laughter echoing down the street as they disappeared into the shadows, their bellies full and spirits lifted. you straightened up, brushing off your hands, but a prickling sensation at the back of your neck made you pause, someone was watching you.

turning toward the alley, your eyes locked onto a familiar pair of bright, mischievous blues. you knew those eyes anywhere—jinx’s eyes. you didn’t hesitate, your feet carrying you toward her as her grin widened, her arms already opening to pull you in.

“jinx,” you started, ready to rant about what just happened, the chaos of the day still fresh on your tongue. but before you could get a single word out, she silenced you.

her lips crashed against yours in an unstoppable flurry of kisses, her hands gripping you tightly as if afraid you might vanish. each kiss was desperate, breathless, and full of emotions she wasn’t ready to put into words.

“jinx, love,” you pull away, holding her face in your hands. “let me tell you what i just did.” 

she breathes out heavily, her breath being taken away by the intensity of your kisses. she looks at you with eyes full of love and wraps her arms firmly around your waist to fight the urge of smothering you in more kisses. “i know toots, you looked so sweet caring for those kids.” 

the way she spoke caught you off guard, throwing your head for a whirl, but you couldn’t miss what she said. “you were watching me?” you asked through giggles, smoothing your hand over her cheek. 

“couldn’t help it,” she said with a lopsided grin, her voice quieter now, as if she’s shy. “you’re amazing, you know that? the way you took care of those kids . . it’s like you were made for it or something.”

her words hit you harder than expected, it felt like the entire world around you stopped going on and it was just the two of you there. “they just needed someone to look out for them,” you mumble shyly, trying to down play the whole situation. 

“nah, it’s more than that, toots,” she said, studying every little detail on your face like she was trying to memorize them all. “you’ve got this way of making people feel safe. even me.”

her voice wavered slightly, and you saw something you rarely ever saw from her — vulnerability. jinx is always so filled with chaos and mischief that it’s rare for you to see her so soft, almost fragile. 

“jinx,” you began, seeing the tears well up in her eyes made your heart shatter even though they were there for a good reason. yet, she cut you off again with a kiss, this time it was more gentle.

when she pulled back, you were met with her glossy eyes and plump lips. she leaned closer to you, her lips ghosting over yours and whispered, “watching you tonight . . it made me think. what if, what if we had something like that? not just us but, a family.”

her confession hung in the air for a moment as you took in her words. the idea of having kids never crossed your mind, the two of you never talked about it but the more you dwelled on it, the more you did what felt was right. 

“you want a family?” you asked, your voice soft and barely audible. 

“with you? yeah.” she admitted, her usual confidence slipping with the weight of her words. “i mean, i never thought of it before, but seeing you with those kids? it just feels right, we feel right.” she confessed, taking your hands into hers and watching your expression carefully.

your chest tightened, emotions swirling as you cupped her face, bring your foreheads to where they’re touching. “jinx, you’d be amazing at it,” you started, but she quickly corrected you with, “we’d be amazing at it.” 

you let out a breathless laugh as her hands trailed up your back and pulled you closer, bringing the two of you in for a deep, passionate kiss.

[bblairxe]

Hiii I'm in love with your writing style anddd I was wondering if I could request a Jinx x reader where reader is feeling self conscious and Jinx shows reader how beautiful she thinks they are? <3

৻ꪆ content warnings : praise , oral (r! receiving) , body image issues , smut , 18+

৻ꪆ word count : 900+

৻ꪆ i feel like this is rly badly written i’m sorry love :(

you were staring into the mirror for a while now, analyzing and nitpicking at every aspect of your body. you felt off, like this wasn’t your body at all—like you were a stranger in your own skin. every feature felt wrong, and you hated them altogether.

“you’re doing it again,” jinx’s voice came from behind, startling you slightly. her tone was light, but there was an edge of concern buried in her words.

you hadn’t even noticed her come in, too lost in the swirling thoughts in your head. “doing what?” you asked, even though you already knew the answer.

jinx stepped closer, her piercing blue eyes scanning your reflection. “the thing where you stare like the mirror’s your enemy or something,” she teased, coming up behind you and wrapping her arms around your waist, resting her head on your shoulder. “what’s going on in that head of yours, toots?”

you hesitated, your gaze dropping from hers. “nothing. i just…” you gestured to your body, your voice trailing off, “it doesn’t feel right. i don’t feel right.”

jinx frowned, her grip on your waist tightening. she wished you could see yourself the way she did. then, as if a switch flipped, a mischievous grin spread across her face.

“c’mere,” she said suddenly, grabbing your wrist and tugging you away from the mirror.

“what—jinx—”

“nope!” she cut you off, spinning you to face her. “you’ve spent enough time listening to the crap in your head. now you’re gonna listen to me.”

before you could argue, her hands came up to cup your face, making you pout slightly as her thumbs brushed against your cheeks.

“you’re beautiful,” she said firmly, her voice soft but leaving no room for debate. “every inch of you. even the parts you think are weird or ‘not good enough.’”

you blinked at her, her words sinking in like the warmth of sunlight breaking through heavy clouds.

“and if you don’t believe me,” she added, her grin turning playful, “then i’ll just have to prove it.”

jinx dropped to her knees, her hands sliding up your sides as she looked up at you with a mixture of mischief and awe. her grin softened as her fingers hooked into the waistband of your shorts.

“gonna show you,” she murmured, her voice low and steady, sending a shiver down your spine.

you felt your heart pounding as her lips pressed soft kisses to your stomach, her hands working with care—steady and deliberate, like she was handling something fragile.

her fingers undid the button of your shorts, her eyes flicking up to meet yours as she slid them down to pool at your feet. she brought her hands back up to your thighs, rubbing slow, small circles as she placed kisses along your skin, inching closer and closer to your core.

your legs trembled slightly, but her firm hands on your hips steadied you.

“look at you,” she whispered, her voice thick with adoration. her fingers slipped under the hem of your panties, pausing to glance up at you for permission. the intensity of her gaze made your chest tighten, and all you could do was nod.

“that’s my girl,” she said softly, sliding the fabric down your legs and helping you step out of it.

she paused, her hands settling on your hips as her eyes drank you in. “fuck, you’re so pretty,” she breathed, her voice raw with emotion. “dunno how you don’t see it.”

her lips brushed against your inner thigh, warm and soft. the kisses grew more heated, her teeth grazing your skin as she left faint marks behind. her touch made your legs weak, but her firm grip kept you steady.

her lips finally found your clit, pressing a soft, deliberate kiss that drew a quiet moan from your throat. her tongue followed, teasing and exploring, starting with slow, delicate licks before plunging into you. her nose bumped against your clit as her tongue worked deeper, and you couldn’t help but tangle your fingers into her bright blue hair.

she hummed against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body. her mouth moved with precision, savoring every gasp and shudder you gave her.

“feel that?” she murmured, her voice muffled but clear. “that’s me, sweetheart, showing you how perfect you are.”

her lips moved back to your clit, alternating between soft kisses and gentle sucking that had your knees buckling. one of her hands slid back up your thigh, her fingers brushing against your folds before teasingly sliding one inside.

you gasped at the sensation, a moan escaping as her finger curled inside you.

“say it,” she coaxed, her voice low but firm. “tell me you’re my pretty girl.”

“jinx…” you choked out, trembling from her touch.

“say it,” she urged, her fingers curling just right as her tongue worked over your clit. “wanna hear you say it when you come all over me.”

her words pushed you over the edge, the coil in your stomach snapping as your orgasm washed over you. you cried out her name, your voice shaking with pleasure. “i’m your pretty girl—fuck, jinx, i’m yours!”

she didn’t stop until she pulled every last wave of pleasure out of you, her lips and fingers slowing as she brought you down from your high.

“there she is, my girl,” she whispered, pressing soft kisses to your thighs before standing. she wrapped her arms around your waist, steadying you as her lips brushed against your forehead.

“you okay?” she asked softly, her voice filled with concern as she guided you to the bed, helping you sit down.

you nodded, still catching your breath. a small smile tugged at your lips. “yeah,” you murmured. “i’m okay.”

[bblairxe]

Now this might be a really stupid request but this idea has been in my head for a while 😭 because what about like a abbyxreader on one of those button episodes (that cut does) 😭😭😭

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i’d love to do this for u love! except i have no idea what ur talking abt :p shoot me another message through my inbox so i can get this done for u