miriunknown

[miriunknown]

Our Love story could be kinda Gory 🧠 [pt. 1]

Zombie!Jinx x F!reader

Summary: an outbreak of a virus flooded the streets of Zaun, Piltover following soon after. You were one of the few people that still lived, while searching for food you catch the eye of certain blue haired zombie.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, Zombies, this is gonna have multiple parts, jinx, proofread but I probably missed some things, very obvious references,

Divider credits: @bernardsbendystraws

Pt. 2

It happened so suddenly— it began in Zaun, people attacking each other in the streets. Seemingly agitated at anything that moved or made noise, it started by one person then soon most of Zaun was infected and Piltover quickly followed suit. No one knew why and no one knew who caused it, it spread quickly one bite is all it took, one small bite barely breaking the skin and it was over. The infection would spread through your body quickly, turning you within a day, morphing you into a mindless zombie muttering bouts of gibberish and broken english. After the initial shockwave of zombies, it died down, zombies were less frequent. But that didn't make it any less dangerous.

Most of Zaun was infected as was Piltover, survivors were scarce if there were really any at all. You were one of the few "lucky" ones that actually survived this, you didn't know of any survivors nor did you care if there were— you only wanted to survive. Food was very scarce and hard to come by, most food was rotten and the ones that weren't tasted like dish water. The streets were quiet, unusually so but it brought you an advantage if anything so you quietly maneuvered the bare streets. You found yourself infront of a old food stall, the sign was worn and torn and you couldn't make out the name, looking around you made your way around the counter you began rummaging through the stall quietly turning over pots, bowls and old containers but there was nothing.

You groaned lowly before turning around walking back out of the stall, your feet dragging against the ground caught the attention of something — someone. it was still quiet, you didn't think of anything though you still made sure to be alert. You thought you were safe, little did you know someone was watching you right at this very moment— her pink eye trained on you as you maneuvered through the piles of trash and metal that littered the street. Her blue matted braids swaying lightly as she moved to follow you closely, her sight was trained on you she felt drawn to you; for whatever reason it might be.

Her footsteps were quiet as she followed you silently, if you would've known she was there you would've been disturbed. She didn't make a noise, no babbling like most zombies or loud footsteps from dragging her feet, no she was quiet. Her feet were light as she stepped, her mouth practically glued shut making sure no grunts or groans escaped her dead lips. The only sound she made was the light jingle and thud from her shoes. You felt eyes on you as you made your way through the city, your head was on a constant swivel trying to catch the person or thing that was watching you but to no avail, she was hidden.

As you turned a corner a zombie jumped out at you, "mus... ust... Ea...ughhh.." it groaned as you jumped back catching you off guard. You went to reached for your gun but before you could a shot rang out, the zombies brains scattered against the wall. You stepped back, you half expected to see another survivor but no, it was another Zombie. She stood there her arm extended holding her gun still pointed at the zombie, but her eye was trained at you. You knew who she was; everyone did. She was Silco's daughter, Zauns savior— or she was. Her hair was still in twin braids yet they were matted and pieces of flesh and blood stained them in certain places. She was missing a eye, as well as her middle finger.

You just stood there staring at her, you were dumbfounded, unsure of what just happened. You shook your was forcing yourself to snap out of it you, grabbed your gun pointing it at her she didn't move even with the barrel of your gun pointed at her forehead. She simply lowered her gun still keeping her eye on you, you were about to pull the trigger but there was something about the way she looked at you. There was a sort of passion burning in her eye, as she stared at you, you dropped your guard lowering your gun— you decided to let her keep her head, she didn't seem hostile— if she was she would've most definitely attacked you by now. You turned to walk away, She quickly followed behind you, 'why is she following me?' you thought as you continued to make your way back to your apartment, with her in tow.

She didn't make a sound, she just kept her eye on you as she followed you closely, no noises escaped her lips as she followed adding to your unnerved feeling. The only sound you heard from her was the sound of her shoe hitting the ground as well as the slight jingle. You moved through the alleyways swiftly in an attempt to lose her, but she was hot on your trail. She was oddly fast for a Zombie, most of them were slow limping usually and crawling on occasion, but she seemed abnormally fast. Everytime you'd turn around to see if you've lost her she'd be only a few steps behind. It was unsettling. She didn't do anything, she made no sounds, no trying to bite you, she just followed you intently. Her eye was watching your every movement, she didn't look away from you.

You made a sharp turn and started running, jumping over trash and rubble that were scattered about. You finally reached the small balcony outside of your apartment, you whipped your head around keeping an eye out before you hurriedly grabbed one of the ladders trying to quietly pull it down but you noticed something moving in the darkness, then you heard it. "Ma..ughh..ma...." Your blood ran cold as you tried to pull the ladder down quickly not caring how much noise you made anymore you just wanted to get out of there. A little girl appeared out of the darkness, she was in ragged clothes and her hair was matted and dirty from all the dirt and blood. She lunged at you making you step back and brace yourself, but someone grabbed her, it was Jinx. She grabbed her pulling her out of the alleyway and walking off. You were stunned unsure of what just happened; you stood there for a good few seconds before you snapped out of it giving the ladder a few good tugs and it finally fell down, the sound of metal clanking hitting the ground rang out throughout the alley way causing you to whip your head around to make sure it didn't attract anything.

You hoisted yourself up onto the small balcony, pulling the ladder up once you got good footing, you sighed from the stress rubbing your face with your hands of the thought that you could've been bitten— before she saved you. You opened the window to your apartment sighing as you stepped inside. It was dark, old food containers were struin about from nights of instant noodles for breakfast, lunch and dinner. You quickly closed the window drawing the curtains and setting your backpack on the floor as you flopped onto your bed, you could smell the faint scent of vanilla on your sheets from your body spray which seemed to lull you to sleep as you quickly drifted off, the tiredness of the day finally washing over you.

You woke up in the middle of the night, you looked at your clock; 2:45, it read you as you laid there wondering why you woke up but then you heard it— tapping at your window. *tap tap tap,* "he... Hel..ooo..." your heart nearly stopped beating realizing what was outside your window, you grabbed a bat that was leaning up against your wall as you approached the window. You carefully peaked through the curtain slightly, to see familiar matted blue hair. You sighed, *tap tap tap,* this time it was persistent, irritated even.

You didn't want to open the window, even if she didn't attack you before she could snap and attack now. The taps just got louder, eventually the taps turned into banging, which turned into her trying to pry your window open. You just gave up on trying to ignore her and approached the window flinging the curtains open giving her a tired glare, she just stared at you, but you swear you could see a smirk appear on her face. *Tap, tap* "ooohh....pe-..nnn..." She grunted behind the glass of the window that separated the two of you. You were tired, you just wanted sleep, yet this random zombie girl wouldn't leave you alone.

She just looked at you, a sweet look on her face— she looked innocent, you knew she wasn't. But that didn't mean you didn't give in and open your window for her. She smiled a crooked smile at you as she stalked her way inside your apartment, her head was practically spinning how quickly she was turning her head to look around at all your decorations and rations. "What do you want?" You asked her; forgetting she can't exactly tell you. She walked towards you, slowly to where she was only inches away from your face. The smell of rotting flesh and blood invaded your nostrils but you tried not to flinch at the smell, she stood there for a few minutes just observing your face, taking in any little detail from the smallest wrinkle to the large bags under your eyes from restless nights.

There it was— you noticed it again, that look in her eye she had when she looked at you. It was the same look you had noticed when you first locked eyes with her only a few hours prior. You couldn't make out what it was, hunger? Curiosity? Lust? You were unsure, she brought her hand to your face sweeping some hair out of your face as she admired you. Your breath hitched at her sudden movement, your body became tense as the anxiety of having a zombie a mere 5 inches from your face crashed down on you, and suddenly you felt that pit in your stomach the one that made you feel nervous beyond belief.

Her brows furrowed as she noticed how you tensed against her touch, stepping back she continued looking around your room. She was silent, the silence only made your anxiety worse you felt the pit in your stomach grow as you watched her walk around your room occasionally running her fingers along framed photos or posters you still had on your wall from before the outbreak.

She turned back to you just watching, "what's with you?" You muttered, she tilted her head at your question unsure of what you meant. She opened her mouth in an attempt to speak but only broken up words and grunts escaped, she covered her mouth with her hand brows furrowing as she became increasingly frustrated with how she's borderline mute at the moment. You thought of something, your legs moved from beneath you as you approached your nightstand reaching into one of the various drawers and pulling out a old notebook. The girl watched you; curiosity etched onto her face as she observed your moving figure. You looked around your room for a pen— a pencil, anything you could use to write.

Finally finding an old worn out pen you tested it on the paper, the ink spelling out a long line against the white paper. Your eyes found your way back to hers, she was sitting on a chair by your desk still watching you. You shrunk under her gaze but you approached her anyhow, "can you write? Write what you want to say?" You told her, holding the notebook and pen out for her to take, her eyes glanced at the items in your hands but quickly looked back at your face. She took them still maintaining eye contact with you as she turned to set the notebook on your desk.

She began writing quickly and messily, you let her write in peace while peaking out of your window to make sure no other zombies were out there, before closing the window— making sure to leave it unlocked in case your guest decided to get bitey. When you turned back to her she was already holding out the notebook to you, waiting expectingly for you to take it. You hesitantly reached for it, nervous that she was going to bite your hand off as you grabbed it; but she didn't she just lightly smiles at you as your eyes landed on the page. "Your interesting" was all that was written out besides a lopsided smiley face that was written beside the text. "I'm interesting? What the hell does that mean?" You asked completely puzzled at her written statement. She just shrugged getting up from the chair and opening up the window, she looked back at you as she swung her legs over the window sill, her eyes never leaving yours before winking- or maybe she just blinked it's hard to tell with her having one eye- and jumping out the window closing it behind her and walking off into the night, you were dumbfounded. Of all the things that could happen you never expected this,

A zombie that was obsessed with you.

I'll make sure to link the next part here so you can find it easier, it might take a while for me to write it though 😥

[miriunknown]

under your spell, sweetheart.

SUMMARY ! ... after Rowena convinces you to get into her loft to do a spell on you, you didn’t expect it would be a sex spell.

WORDCOUNT ! ... 4.1k

A/N ! ... stop this took me genuinely DAYS.

PAIRING ! ... rowena macleod x winchester!reader (wuhluhwuh)

WARNINGS ! ... S M U T!!!!!!!, fingering, eating out, multiple orgasms, nicknames (dearie, ro), a bit of alcohol consuming, WUH LUH WUH, rowena being sassy (tbh she deserves her own warning), accent kink, slight choking, slight threatening, witchcraft, mention of overprotective!dean, dean disapproving of your relationship and probably more but I do not remember!

The cold, crimson paint was applied on the skin between your breasts as Rowena painted various sigils on your naked body, with a dark grape-coloured robe around her body, which covered her black, lacy lingerie.

You looked into the mirror that stood tall in front of you as Rowena dipped the brush into the paint she had been using to paint the sigils onto your body, admiring her handiwork.

You reached over to the table where she had her supplies next to the wine glass that held your rosé, taking a small sip, before Rowena took the glass from your calloused hunting hand and took a sip herself.

“You sure this won’t get me sick or something, Ro? I don’t need Sam and Dean wondering why I’m throwing up every time I eat something, y’know?” You asked as she leaned back against the desk her supplies laid on, using her hands as support so she doesn’t fall back as she crosses her legs slightly, which resulted in her heel-clad feet to scrape against the tiled floor of the bedroom in her loft you were currently in.

“Dearie, you worry about those brothers of yours too much, don’t you have any trust in me? If this spell would’ve made you sick, I would’ve told you. No, it won’t make any difference to your body after I cancel the spell.” She said, her thick Scottish accent sounded like a siren’s voice, with the way she carried herself so confidently as she took yet another sip of the rosé, before picking her brush up again, making sure to wipe the brush around the edges of the glass that held the dark, scarlet paint, so that it is neither too dry, but not too wet, just the right balance between the two to have the perfect consistency to continue painting sigils across your bare body.

“Ro, it’s not that I don’t have any trust in you, I just don’t need Dean acting all overprotective, you know he still doesn’t exactly approve of our—” you say, moving slightly to mock Dean, but she holds down your waist, that is yet to be painted.

“Don’t move, dearie.” She said, her accent being slightly muffled by the brush being held in her mouth by her teeth, so she could move her hands to your waist and not paint the bare body.

You let out a soft sigh, but obey as Rowena’s fingers press gently into your skin. Her touch is delicate yet firm, guiding you back into stillness before she takes the brush from between her teeth and dips it into the crimson paint once more. The scent of the rosé mingles with something herbal and arcane, a lingering note of magic in the air.

“Aye, I know your brother disapproves,” she continues, her voice laced with amusement as she drags the brush in slow, deliberate strokes across your ribcage. “But I daresay he’ll have to get over it. You’re a grown woman, not some wee lass needing his permission.”

You roll your eyes but smile nonetheless, the bristles of the brush tickling slightly as Rowena works with an artist’s precision. “Tell that to him. He still acts like I need a babysitter.”

Rowena chuckles, her lips curling in that devilish way that always sends heat through your body. “Och, I could, but I think I’d rather keep my spells intact rather than waste them turning your dear brother into a toad.”

You laugh at the thought, the movement making her pause for a moment, before she sighs dramatically and taps the brush lightly against your sternum.

“Behave, dearie. Unless you want this to take all night.” There’s something in her tone—something teasing, something darkly playful—that makes your stomach flip. You’re not sure if it’s the magic she’s weaving or just her, but either way, you don’t mind. You settle, letting her continue her work, letting the spell settle into your skin as Rowena, witch and your lover, paints you like her masterpiece.

Rowena hums in approval as you still beneath her hands, her brush gliding effortlessly across your skin as she completes another sigil. The red paint is cool at first, but as the symbols take shape, you swear you can feel a faint warmth radiating from them, like embers just beneath the surface of your skin. Whether it’s the spell itself or just Rowena’s presence, you can’t quite tell.

She leans in slightly, her breath fanning over your collarbone as she inspects her work, her emerald eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “There now, that’s much better,” she murmurs, her fingers briefly tracing over a freshly painted sigil to ensure its edges are sharp and precise.

You swallow, your pulse quickening under her touch. “What exactly is this spell supposed to do, anyway?”

Rowena smirks, dipping her brush into the paint again before pressing it against your lower ribs, starting a new set of symbols. “Tsk, tsk. You ask too many questions, my love.” She tilts her head, feigning exasperation but failing to hide the amusement in her tone. “Can’t a witch have her secrets?”

Your lips part to argue, but the way she looks at you—the knowing glint in her eye, the way she drags the brush a little slower this time, the deliberate press of her fingertips against your waist—makes you forget what you were even about to say.

Instead, you sigh, letting your head fall back against the pillows. “Fine. But if I start growing a second head or something, I will haunt you.”

Rowena chuckles, her laughter rich and sweet like the wine she sips between strokes. “Oh, darling, if I wanted to make you truly irresistible, I’d hardly start with something so inelegant as a second head.”

You huff out a laugh, but the teasing lilt in her voice does nothing to slow your racing heart. She’s up to something, that much is clear—but then again, when isn’t she?

As the last sigil takes shape, Rowena leans back, admiring her work with a look of deep satisfaction. “There we are,” she murmurs, setting the brush aside. “All finished.”

You blink up at her. “That’s it?”

Her smirk widens, and in an instant, she’s shifting forward, swinging a leg over your waist until she’s straddling you, her painted fingers now pressing into your skin with intent.

“Oh, dearie,” she purrs, eyes dark with something more than just magic. “We’re just getting started.

Rowena’s hands, still lightly smeared with red paint, skim over your sides, fingertips pressing just enough to make you shiver beneath her. She tilts her head, watching your reaction like she’s studying the spell itself—though you know damn well the only magic working on you right now is her.

“My, my, such a pretty little canvas you make,” she murmurs, dragging a single painted finger up between your ribs, following the path of a sigil she just finished. The slow, deliberate touch leaves heat in its wake, though whether it’s from the spell or the way her gaze flickers between your body and your lips, you’re not sure.

Your breath hitches as she shifts, her thighs pressing firm against your sides, keeping you beneath her like a masterpiece she’s not quite finished with yet. She leans in, her red hair spilling over your shoulder as she presses a teasing kiss to your jaw.

“Ro…” Your voice comes out softer than you intend, but she only smiles against your skin, lips brushing dangerously close to the pulse in your neck.

“Hush, dearie.” Her accent is thicker now, low and sultry, full of promise. “Let me admire my work.”

Her hands roam, following the symbols she painted with agonizing patience, her nails scraping ever so slightly as they trace over your stomach, your ribs, the dip of your waist. Each touch sends a spark of something electric through you, something humming just beneath your skin where the paint still lingers.

When she presses her lips lower, just above your sternum, the sensation makes you arch ever so slightly beneath her. She chuckles, clearly pleased with herself, and presses another kiss—this one lingering, open-mouthed, her tongue just barely flicking out to taste the faint traces of paint she left behind.

“You taste like wine and magic,” she muses, sitting up just enough to look at you properly. Her fingers slide down to your waist, holding you steady, her thumbs pressing into the soft flesh there. “And temptation. But then, you always do.”

Your hands, which had been gripping the sheets in anticipation, move to her thighs, squeezing gently. “And you talk too much,” you murmur, tilting your head up to meet her lips in a kiss that’s all heat and urgency, no more teasing, no more waiting.

Rowena hums in approval, kissing you back with just as much fervor, her fingers tightening at your sides before they begin to wander again—this time with much less patience, much more intent.

The spell she painted onto you hums between your bodies, sinking deeper into your skin with every brush of her lips, every press of her hands. And though you don’t yet know exactly what it does, you’re certain of one thing.

Whatever she’s conjuring between the two of you tonight, you never want it to end.

As you two kiss your hands wander to the back of her thighs, grabbing them and lifting your lover up gently, but enough for her to get the message to wrap her legs around your waist as you made out.

Her hands move almost automatically as she wrapped her arms around your neck, entangling in your shortened hair that was recently cut.

“I knew I had a reason for liking the shot hair, suits you better, dear.” She hummed as she pulled away, that intoxicating accent of hers makes you wanna eat that damn pussy out into oblivion.

Rowena smirks as she watches the way your breath hitches, your grip on her thighs tightening ever so slightly. She knows exactly what she’s doing—teasing you, winding you up, letting her words settle into your bones like another layer of the spell she’s painted onto your skin.

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips as you look up at her, and there’s no mistaking the hunger in your gaze. “You keep talking like that, and I might just have to show you how much I appreciate the compliment.”

Her smirk deepens, wicked and knowing. “Oh? Is that so?” She tilts her head, her hands sliding up your body with a slow, deliberate pace, her nails dragging lightly over the sigils she painted. “And here I thought you’d be too distracted by my magic to think about such filthy things.”

You huff out a laugh, but the way her nails scrape over your ribs makes you shudder, makes your body hum with need. “Trust me, Ro—there’s nothing in this world, magic or not, that could distract me from wanting to put my mouth on you.”

That earns you a soft, pleased hum from her, and she shifts again, pressing her hips down against you, rolling them just enough to make you gasp. The fabric of her dress is still between you, but you can feel her warmth, her heat, and it’s driving you insane.

“Mm. That eager, are we?” she muses, fingers tracing the edge of your jaw, tilting your chin up so you have no choice but to meet her gaze. “Well then, dearie… I’d hate to keep you waiting.”

She moves off you in one fluid motion, standing at the edge of the bed, her hands already reaching for the fastenings of her robe that covered the lingerie. Your mouth goes dry as she undoes them one by one, her movements slow, methodical, making sure you watch as the fabric slips from her shoulders, pools at her feet.

Your eyes rake over her, taking in the way the candlelight flickers across her pale skin, the curve of her waist, the softness of her thighs. She’s perfect—dangerous and beautiful, a goddess in human form, and she knows it.

Rowena steps forward, climbing back onto the bed, and before you can even think to reach for her, she presses a painted finger to your lips. “Ah, ah,” she tuts. “No hands, dearie. If you want to worship me properly, you’ll do it the right way.”

You smirk against her finger, your heart pounding as you look up at her. “Yes, ma’am.”

And with that, you let her guide you exactly where she wants you—right between her thighs, ready to make good on every filthy promise lingering in the space between you.

You don’t waste any time. As soon as Rowena settles above you, you basically rip off the black, lacy panties as her thighs frame your face like the most divine altar, you press your lips against the soft, warm skin of her inner thigh, trailing open-mouthed kisses up, savoring the way she shivers at your touch.

She hums in approval, running her fingers through your hair, nails scraping against your scalp just enough to send a pleasant shiver down your spine. “There’s a good lass,” she purrs, voice thick with anticipation. “Go on, then. Show me how much you appreciate me.”

That’s all the permission you need. You hook your arms around her thighs, pulling her closer as your lips finally meet her soaked heat. The moment your tongue slides against her, Rowena lets out a sharp gasp, her fingers tightening in your hair.

“Ohhh, there’s my clever girl,” she breathes, her accent growing thicker, laced with pleasure.

You smirk against her, but you don’t pull away—not when she’s already reacting so beautifully to your touch. You flatten your tongue, dragging it up slowly before circling around her clit, teasing, savoring the way her hips jerk ever so slightly in response.

Rowena exhales a shaky laugh, but it dissolves into a moan as you wrap your lips around her and suck, drawing more of that delicious sound from her. “Ahh, you’re absolutely wicked, dearie,” she murmurs, tilting her head back as she rolls her hips against your mouth, chasing the sensation.

You hum in response, the vibration making her thighs tremble around you. She tastes divine, a mix of heat and magic, something intoxicating that makes you want to drown in her. And so you do—devoting yourself fully, letting your tongue explore every inch of her, teasing and worshiping, drinking down every sound she gives you.

Rowena’s grip in your hair tightens, her breath coming in soft, broken gasps. “Just like that,” she urges, her hips rocking in rhythm with your movements. “Ohh, you are a treasure, aren’t you?”

You moan against her in response, doubling your efforts, flicking your tongue just the way you know will drive her mad. She whimpers, the sound unraveling into something raw, desperate, and you know she’s close—so you don’t let up. You suck harder, flicking your tongue against her clit in quick, precise strokes, relishing the way her body tenses above you.

Her thighs clamp around your head as she gasps, arching into you. “Oh, fuck—!”

And then she’s shattering, her whole body trembling as waves of pleasure crash through her. You don’t stop, not until she’s twitching, letting out soft, breathless sounds as she tries to catch her breath.

After a moment, she finally loosens her grip on your hair, guiding your head back as she looks down at you with dark, satisfied eyes. Her lips are parted, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths, and yet she still manages to smirk.

“Well,” she purrs, voice dripping with amusement and lingering pleasure, “I do believe you have been paying attention, after all.”

You grin up at her, your chin still glistening with her arousal, and lick your lips just to tease her. “Told you I’d show my appreciation.”

Rowena chuckles, leaning down to press a slow, lazy kiss to your lips. “Aye, you did.” She pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, her smirk widening. “But I do hope you’re not too satisfied just yet, dearie.”

You swallow hard, your own body still burning with need as her fingers trail down your stomach, tracing the sigils she painted earlier.

“Oh no,” you murmur, tilting your head in challenge. “I don’t plan on stopping any time soon.”

Rowena’s grin turns downright wicked as she presses you back into the mattress, her fingers slipping lower.

“Good,” she whispers, before claiming your lips again.

Rowena doesn’t waste a second. The moment her lips leave yours, her fingers are already moving lower, tracing idle patterns over your stomach, trailing down between your thighs with an infuriating slowness.

The sigils she painted on your skin are still warm, still humming faintly with magic, and when her fingers finally dip between your legs, pressing against your already-soaked heat, the sensation is electric. A sharp gasp leaves your lips, your back arching instinctively into her touch.

“Ohh,” Rowena hums in amusement, dragging her fingers through your slick folds, gathering your wetness before pulling back just to tease. “Would you listen to yourself? So eager for me already.”

You bite your lip, eyes half-lidded as you glare at her. “You did just make me eat you out like my life depended on it.”

Rowena tuts, her free hand sliding up to wrap gently around your throat, her grip light but firm enough to make your pulse quicken. “Watch that mouth, dearie,” she murmurs, pressing her fingers against your throat just enough to make you shiver. “Or I might find better uses for it.”

The threat—or maybe it’s a promise—sends a fresh wave of arousal through you, and Rowena feels it, because she grins as she finally presses a single finger inside you, slow and teasing. Your breath catches, your hands gripping the sheets as she curls her finger just right, testing you, stretching you.

“Mmm,” she muses, watching the way your body reacts to her touch. “Such a perfect, needy thing.” She presses a second finger inside, pumping slowly, deliberately, her thumb circling your clit with light, teasing pressure. “All this, just for me?”

You let out a choked moan, your hips rolling up to meet her hand. “Yes—fuck, yes, Rowena—”

She clicks her tongue, her pace slowing, dragging out your pleasure just to make you suffer. “Oh, but you can do better than that, can’t you, darling?” She tilts her head, her smirk all sharp edges and dark amusement. “Say it properly. Let me hear you.”

You whimper, your body thrumming with need, your head spinning from her touch. But you know her—know she won’t give you exactly what you want unless you say it.

So you swallow your pride and give her what she wants.

“Please, Rowena,” you gasp, gripping her wrist, your nails digging into her skin as if that’ll somehow force her to move faster. “Please, I need you.”

Rowena purrs at that, clearly satisfied, and rewards you immediately—her fingers plunging deeper, her pace quickening, her thumb rubbing firm, tight circles against your clit. The pleasure is instant, overwhelming, your body arching off the bed as you cry out.

“There’s my good girl,” she praises, her voice thick with approval and desire. “Come on, dearie. Let me feel you fall apart for me.”

It doesn’t take long—between the way her fingers work you open so perfectly, the way her voice alone makes heat coil low in your stomach, the way her magic seems to pulse through your skin, amplifying everything—you can already feel yourself hurtling toward the edge.

Rowena knows it too, because she leans down, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers, “That’s it, love. Let go. Be good for me.”

And that’s all it takes.

Your orgasm crashes over you like a spell itself, your body trembling as you cry out her name, your nails digging into her as if she’s the only thing keeping you tethered to reality. The pleasure is blinding, leaving you dizzy, breathless, utterly wrecked.

Rowena doesn’t stop until she’s wrung every last wave of pleasure from you, until you’re shaking beneath her, your chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. Then, finally, she slows, eases her fingers out of you with a satisfied hum, bringing them to her lips as she locks eyes with you.

And then—still holding your gaze—she slips her fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean with an exaggerated moan.

You groan, throwing an arm over your face. “You’re gonna kill me.”

Rowena laughs, utterly delighted, before leaning down to kiss you slow and deep, letting you taste yourself on her tongue.

“Oh, my love,” she murmurs against your lips, voice warm and teasing. “I’m far from finished with you yet.”

Rowena doesn’t give you a moment to recover. She kisses you like she owns you, like she’s still unraveling you piece by piece, her lips moving against yours with slow, intoxicating intent. You can barely think—your body still trembling from your orgasm, your mind hazy with the remnants of pleasure and the hum of her magic still lingering on your skin.

When she finally pulls back, her green eyes are dark with something wicked, something hungry. “Och, look at you,” she murmurs, dragging her nails lightly down your stomach, over the sigils she painted earlier. “So beautiful when you come apart for me.”

You shiver under her touch, and she smiles, clearly pleased with how sensitive you still are. But then she moves—flips you in one smooth motion until you’re on your stomach, your cheek pressed against the sheets before you can even register what’s happening.

“Rowena—”

“Hush, dearie.” Her hands slide down your back, following the path of the sigils, sending another rush of warmth through your body. She presses a kiss between your shoulder blades, her lips lingering before she murmurs, “I told you, didn’t I? We’re far from finished.”

You swallow hard, your pulse pounding in anticipation as she trails her fingers lower, over the curve of your ass, down between your thighs. You’re still soaked, still aching, and Rowena knows it.

“My, my,” she muses, dragging her fingers through your slick folds. “Still so needy for me.”

You let out a choked sound, pressing your face into the pillows as she teases you, barely touching where you need her most. “Rowena—”

“Tsk, tsk.” Her free hand slides up, tangling in your hair, tugging just enough to make you gasp. “You will be patient, dearie. Unless you’d rather I leave you like this?”

You shake your head quickly, gripping the sheets, your body burning with need. “No—please, don’t stop.”

Rowena hums in satisfaction, releasing your hair just as she finally—finally—presses two fingers back inside you. The stretch is perfect, her movements slow and purposeful as she curls them just right, making your toes curl against the mattress.

“Ahh, there we are,” she purrs, her other hand tracing idle patterns across your lower back. “Such a good girl, taking me so well.”

You moan into the sheets, hips rocking back against her hand instinctively, desperate for more. Rowena chuckles, clearly enjoying just how wrecked she has you, but she doesn’t tease this time. No, this time she sets a brutal pace, her fingers plunging into you deep and fast, her palm pressing against your clit with each thrust.

It’s too much—her touch, her voice, the remnants of her magic still buzzing under your skin—and it doesn’t take long before you’re right back on the edge.

“Oh, already?” she coos, dragging her nails lightly down your spine as her fingers continue their relentless pace. “Come now, dearie. Give me one more.”

You cry out as pleasure crashes over you, your entire body shaking, your vision going white-hot as you fall apart on her fingers. She doesn’t stop—not until she’s wrung every last tremor from your body, until you’re boneless and gasping beneath her.

Finally, after what feels like forever, she slows, slipping her fingers out of you with one last teasing drag. She brings them to her lips again, humming in delight as she tastes you.

Then she leans down, pressing a lingering kiss to your shoulder, her voice warm and satisfied as she whispers, “Now that was a proper spell, don’t you think?”

You let out a breathless laugh, too exhausted to do anything but nod weakly.

Rowena chuckles, curling up beside you, her fingers still idly tracing patterns on your skin as she presses soft, lazy kisses against your shoulder.

“Rest, my love,” she murmurs, her voice softer now, more affectionate. “You’ll need your strength for the hunt.”

You groan, burying your face in the pillows, and Rowena laughs, the sound full of wicked amusement and adoration.

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Arcane💙

Jinx ★

Fics-

Mesmerized 💔🔥

Midnight snack [vampire!Jinx] 🔥

Headcanons-

A night out 🩷

Our love story could be kinda Gory [zombie!jinx]

Dating Jinx

Sevika ★

Coming very soon…

Vi★

Coming soon…

Harry Potter ✨

George Weasley

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The moons glow 💔🩷

Secrets and Stolen kisses 🩷

Late night bites ❤️‍🔥

When the Heart beats ❤️‍🔥

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George and Fred hcs - their type

Dating George Weasley

What he's like when he has a crush

George x Chubby!reader hcs

General hcs

Fred Weasley

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George and Fred hcs - their type

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Luna Lovegood

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Caught in the rain 🩷

It'll never be me 💔

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Things she does while y'all are dating

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Things she does while y'all are dating

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Only a Woman knows how to treat a woman right ❤️‍🔥💔(sorta)

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Dating Pansy Parkinson

Hermione Granger

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Dating Hermione Granger

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HP girls and what they get you for your birthday

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Finally getting down to making a Masterlist, gods I wish I would've done this sooner this is taking fucking forever 😞

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Credit is appreciated but not required! Requested by @hearts4werka

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AHH THATS SUCH A CUTE IDEA! LIKE THAT SONG “if I were a zombie I’d never eat your brain”🩷🩷🩷🩷

IKR I love that song so much, I was actually listening to it when I thought of the idea lol. I might be working on a fic with that prompt though so stay tuned 🩷

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Imagine a Zombie apocalypse AU where Jinx is a zombie that keeps following you around and she's completely infatuated with you, like she's completely moon struck and she will not leave you alone.

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I love when Jinx relishes in violence against scummy people. Like wreck their shit, they deserve it.

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in addition to your george x vampire reader .. how much could I pay you for vampire george x reader

Vampire George runs through my head 24/7, I've been working on this for a while but it's taken me forever to write because I've been busy and I just couldn't think of anything so hopefully it's to your liking, again I apologize for how long it's been taking.

When the Heart beats

Vampire! George x F!Reader

Summary: George practically using you as a blood bag

Warnings: Blood, Being a blood bag for George, small short makeout session, probably bad writing if I'm being real

It was the middle of the night at Hogwarts, the moonlight was shining through the windows illuminating some of the hallways of the castle. You should be in bed, but you found yourself walking down the corridors of the School anyhow.

It was something you did every few nights, a couple nights a week, every week. You found yourself doing this so often for one purpose; your boyfriend, George. The two of you met quite often in the middle of the night, usually in some secret portrait hole room he found while exploring the castle.

The portrait hole opened as you stepped inside, it was empty George wasn't there yet so you decided to wait. You were nervous; you shouldn't be but you always were, you didn't mind him draining your blood— honestly you rather liked it— but it always just made you nervous. It felt like the first time again, it always felt that way because of how special George made it each time.

You were perched against the wall, leaning up against it as you waited for your boyfriend to arrive.

Soon the portrait swung open as George stepped inside. His hand held a bouquet of roses, as he approached you. "Usually I'm the one here first, eager are we?" He teased you smiled at him, knowing you really were eager so you left sooner than usual. "For you, M'lady as a thank you." He said holding out the roses, a grin plastered across his face showing his long fangs. You could feel heat creep up your neck, your couldn't wait to have those teeth in your neck.

You took them smiling at him, "thanks, they're lovely." You said, smelling the roses the sweet scent flooded your senses as George spoke; "Not as lovely as you though," he said a goofy grin adorning his face. You giggled a bit at him, "you're so corny." You mumbled placing a soft kiss on his lips before pulling back, "ready?" You ask him.

He nods excitedly before pulling you back in for another kiss, you can tell he's eager, the kiss quickly turns heated as he starts moving his hands up and down your body. He pulls away peppering kisses on your face, and your jaw as he slowly starts making his way to your neck.

A small whine escapes your lips as he kisses your neck, you can feel him smirking against your skin because of your whines. He continues down your neck before stopping to peer up at you waiting for the go ahead.

You nod so he quickly bites you, causing you to wince at the pain as you feel George's hand rubbing your back, tracing small circles into the area trying to soothe you. You smile slightly at the kind gesture.

He continues as you feel yourself getting hot, your breathing becomes more shallow as he drains you more. He finally lets up after a while, he kisses you again on the lips letting you taste your blood on his tongue.

The kiss breaks and he just stands there looking at you for a bit, your sweaty face, your half lidded eyes, the dizzy expression you had on your face. He loved it, "Godric, you're gorgeous." He mumbles in complete awe, you felt dizzy and lightheaded from the blood loss.

"I feel dizzy..." You mumbled bracing yourself on the wall, "woah, okay let's get you a snack from the kitchen, love." He said taking your hand and grabbing the bouquet that was discarded to the floor and leading you out of the portrait hole,

"I probably shouldn't have drank so much, I'm sorry Love." He said as he lead you through the halls, you smile at him. "It's okay," you say to him staring up at him with a smile, "I don't mind." He smiled back at you, giving you a light peck on the forehead before walking down another hall once more.

This took me so long to write I'm so sorry 😭, I had to rewrite this like three times because I couldn't figure out a good story for it. I'm happy with this one though even if it's not the best, I hope you like it :)

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Hey, idk if you accept things like this but how about Vampire jinx x human r? It can be NSFW if u want!:]

This is perfect, and for future reference I do accept requests for fics or Headcanons or things like that or if you just want to talk about a certain character you can do that too I don't mind anything really. But this was such a good idea I'm going through writers block at the moment so I'm sorry about not posting as much •́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀

Midnight Snack

Vampire!Jinx x F!Reader

Summary: Jinx pops into your apartment for a late night snack.

Warnings: Smut, Jinx, Blood, thigh riding, slight begging, might suck tbh, this took me forever to write,

Sapphic, MEN/MINORS DNI

The quiet hum of your air conditioner rang throughout your bedroom, you laid there staring up at the dark ceiling, you couldn't sleep— you've been tossing and turning all night. Every time you'd find yourself drifting off something would wake you back up, thunder would crash, a bird would fly into the window, a book would fall from your shelf, it was getting annoying.

You sat up in bed looking around your room, your eyes landed on the window; you forgot to close the curtains, and you didn't want to get out of bed to close it once you noticed. A tap on the window rang out— you could hear a voice accompany the taps— "*tap, tap, tap,* hello... *tap, tap, tap,*Hellooo..." Your breath hitched, but wait— you knew that voice.

You sighed at the realization, lifting yourself off the bed you approached the window, opening it too revealed the blue haired girl, her pink eyes glowing in the light from the several lights around the other apartment buildings. "Heya toots," she cooed, waiting patiently for you to invite her in. "Jinx, what're you doing here." You breathed out, she frowned. "What I can't come visit my girl?" She asked, hurt evident in her expression. "You can, I just wanna know why." You said giving a small kiss to the tip of her nose. "C'mon, let me in. We can have some fun..." She said grinning, flashing her pointed canine's.

"c'mon in then." You said, said stepping to the side allowing her to jump in through the window. "So why'd you decide to come over?" You asked, suspicious of the girls motives. "Oh, y'know figured I'd pop in for a midnight snack maybe." She said grinning, you groaned knowing what she wanted. "Again? That's the third time this week, and it's Tuesday." She just laughed, "oh don't act like you don't like it. Especially after yesterday, I didn't think you'd be that into it." She said a smug smirk on her face, your face flushed remembering what happened the night before.

"I— I don't like it that much..." You tried to argue but you both knew that was a lie. She just looked at you blankly, "seriously? You must've forgot then.. let me remind you." She sat on your bed pulling you to her, situating you onto her lap. You scoff lightly, "you could at least ask me." You added, she groaned "please toots, please will you let me drink your blood... I'll be good I swear, please let me taste you." She begged laying her head on your chest, reveling in the feeling of her head pressed against your boobs.

You bit your lip, she looked so gorgeous tonight. Not only that, she was begging you. And how could you possibly say no to that? A small wine escaped your lips, "fine.." you said and she immediately rewarded you with a kiss, the kiss was desperate and sloppy; she was eager and you could tell, the way your lips collided with hers made you feel like you were in the clouds.

She pulled back eagerly leaving sloppy open-mouthed kisses along your neck causing a small moan to fall from your lips. She waisted no time in sinking her teeth into you, you moaned the pain being overshadowed by the pleasure you felt. Her hands found their way to your hips as she began grinding you on her thigh, you felt your face get hot as she continuously rocks your hips back and forth.

Between the pleasure from her biting you and the pleasure from her thigh you were seeing stars, you were a hot mess of moans and whines as she started grinding your hips on her even harder.

She pulled her lips from your neck, licking at the wound as she peered over to see your face. She adored the sight of you like this— cheeks red, eyes half lidded, your hair sticking to your face, the sweat glistening off your pretty face. "Fuck— you're so gorgeous doll.." she mumbled searching your neck for a new spot to bite.

She stood there scanning your neck for a fresh spot to bite, scattered amongst the many old wounds you had splayed across your neck. All while she was encouraging you to ride her thigh, finally finding a spot she sunk her teeth back in you; a loud moan bubbled from your chest as she did so, you could feel yourself coming undone.

Your grinding was starting to get sloppier the more Jinx drank, she could tell you were close. Her hands still hugged your hips making you speed up, "fuck— Jinx.. I'm-" you couldn't even finish what you were attempting to say before you finally reached your orgasm, the hot pleasure washing over you as Jinx continued to grind you on her.

Jinx was reluctant for her teeth to leave your neck, but she wanted to see your face. She pulled back lapping at the blood that pooled from the puncture marks, you were slumped over your head resting on her shoulder as you panted, your face was hot and you were seeing stars and Jinx loved every second of it.

"Here toots, let's get ya on the bed." You could here Jinx mumble as she shifted you off of her thigh onto the bed she was sitting on. She laid you down and took the spot next to you; immediately bringing her arms around you to spoon you.

"Maybe I should pop in like this more often.." she mumbled before closing her eyes and falling asleep.

I'm so sorry this took so long, I know I haven't posted much but goodness life has been hectic and I haven't had many ideas for writing. I will be posting a new fic soon and spoiler it involves a certain redhead. ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡

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Guys I'm working on your requests I swear I'm having major writers block rn so I'm struggling majorly

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Your posts about George are so cute, this isn't a request but I just wanted to go on a bit of a ramble if you don't mind. But I saw your George x Chubby reader hcs and I agree that George would be completely obsessed with Chubby girls omg, he'd be such a simp too he'd just adore how soft they are he'd be totally in love! I love him so much omg

YES this is what I'm talking about! He'd love them so much it's crazy. (Small little drabble under the cut because this inspired me)

George would just love the feeling of your curves under his rough hands, the contrast of his slender hands wrapping around your plush skin. He'd completely worship you, he'd do anything for you. He'd be so handsy too, his hands would always be wandering, just feeling the softness under his hands as he touches you. It would drive him crazy, he gets satisfaction from it. he'd just completely melt into you when you touch him, doesn't matter how it could be anyway, holding hands, hugging him, touching his face, anything he'd just completely melt into you. Totally whipped for you in every way, he'd do anything you told him you. And goodness when I tell you he's protective, he's protective. No one can say anything bad about you in anyway or he's throwing a firework at their face. He'd completely sweet with you though; his voice would be sweet when he talked to you, he'd compliment you all the time, he'd give you gifts sometimes small others bigger, he's totally in love.

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Could you do a Jinx x Chubby reader where the reader is being made fun of and she like kills the bully or something

Oh my gods. You are genius, I love this!!! Perfect timing too I was really running out of ideas (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

A night out

Jinx x F!Chubby!reader

Summary: you were at a bar with your girlfriend, you were having fun until some guy starts flirting with her. When you try to intervene he makes a snide remark so Jinx does what she does.

Warnings: Jinx, Body shaming(brief), killing, mentions of blood

(I apologize if this isn't very good I'm having some writers block and wasn't sure how I should write it.)

The bar was loud despite there not being a whole lot of people there, music was blaring and you could hear the sound of drinks clanging against the bar. Jinx sat at the bar next to you, she kept ordering drinks and you were having trouble keeping up.

"ugh, this place is loud." You said rubbing your temples trying to prolong the raging headache you were probably going to get from this place. "Yeah it is, but it's fun.. kinda." Your girlfriend said from beside you, you giggled at her feeling a bit tipsy. She smiles at you, you could tell she was almost completely sober despite all the drinks she's ordered.

It took a lot to get her drunk, you on the other hand. You're 2 drinks in feeling tipsy, there wasn't much alcohol content in them either, they were fruity cocktails.

You felt bold so you were about to lean in and kiss her but someone squeezed between y'all. "Hey." Some guy said to Jinx, you looked at him dumbfounded. "What do you want?" She said glancing at you as she gave him a glare. "You wanna.. get out of here, go back to my place?" He asked you couldn't see his face but assumed he was smirking. You're surprised Jinx didn't immediately shoot him, she did try to hold back on the violence around you though.

You tapped on his shoulder and he turned around with a disgusted look on his face, "what?" He spat. "You interrupted me and my girlfriend by squeezing between us. Could you go?" You asked irritated but tried to seem polite, he scoffed at your words as if he didn't believe them. "Yeah right. Like she'd date some fat pig like you—"

Before you could even react to what he said, the guy was pulled away from you and a loud shot rang out through the bar. The sound of the shot rang in your ears, it was enough to make you dizzy. Everyone in the bar began to panic and rush out of the bar. "GOD DAMNIT JINX." You heard a loud voice boom through the bar, Sevika pushed through the small crowd towards you and Jinx. You finally looked over to see the guy on the floor his face was almost unrecognizable from the blast, blood was pooling around his head as Jinx stood above him.

She sat back at the bar like nothing happened, looking at you immediately. "You okay, toots? I hope I didn't scare ya'." She said a worried look on her face as she carresed your cheek. "Kid, you can't just do that. You can't just go around killing people. You know how many strings Silco will have to pull because of this?" Sevika scolded her like a angry mother. She scoffed at Silco's right hand, clearly annoyed by her presence.

"he deserved it. I bet if that guy were to say to your girl what he said to mine, you woulda killed him too." She stated. Sevika quirked her eyebrow at the girl, "what did he say?" She asked lowly, Jinx motioned her to bend down and whispered something in her ear— assumingly what the guy said. Sevika nodded, "yeah he deserved it." She said matter of factly.

The bartender passed another drink to the both of you, "here, make sure to clean that up and you won't be banned." He said, turning around quickly to tend to a glass. You both nodded, Sevika sighed picking the guys body up, hoisting him over her shoulder. "I'll be back, clean the blood up would you? I'm gonna go dump his body in the alley." She said walking off the guys corpse still slumped over her shoulder.

You both looked at each other before you grabbed a rag to clean the blood, "I hope you're not letting what that guy said get to you." Jinx said, her eyes glued to your face as you scrubbed the stain. "I mean he wasn't entirely wrong—" you mumble, much to your dismay she hears you. She immediately jumps off the stool and grabs your face to look at her,

"shut up. You're gorgeous, that guy was just being a dick." She stated, she pressed a few kisses over your face as the grip she had on your face loosened. You smiled at her, "thanks, hun." You say as she sits on the floor next to you. "I'm not lyin'. You're perfect." She states, her tone mellifluous.

Once you're done you plop back on the stool, enjoy the rest of the night with your girlfriend.

This was shorter than I would've liked but writers block has been killing me lately ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ

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jinx x fem chubby reader smut like first time (but sweet like a lil vanilla yk)

You’re Perfect

(border creds to @/cafekitsune)

cw. cunnilingus, reader has issues with their body, slight angst (eventful fluff) reader is f but uses they / them prns

pairings. chubby!reader / jinx

wc. 2k

MDNI 18+

thank u so much for the req! i hope i did it justice =^.^=

you’d never imagined your first time with jinx to go this way. but you soon realise you wouldn’t have it any other way; jinx’s lips on yours, coaxing soft whines and moans from your own, hips moving, slotting between your legs.

you find yourself where you are now when the two of you were having a horror movie marathon; she’d insisted the two of you have one to celebrate halloween. usually you wouldn’t cave, being far too scared of her picks, but with all hallows eve right around the corner, you figured why not. wouldn’t hurt, right?

correct!

you feel yourself jolt at the hand on your thigh, and you see jinx in your peripheral, biting on her bottom lip supposedly to suppress the smirk blooming through. you stiffen.

the two of you had never done anything before— well, that’s a lie. you’d done some stuff, some simple grinding and making out, but whenever she gets too close, too handsy, you always have to tell her no.

she obliges of course, pouting with a curt nod of her head before she settles back beside you with a flop.

you’d always felt insecure in your weight, in the rolls of your stomach, the way your arms seem just about too big to be proportionate. you’d never tell jinx this, as you know she’d just go on a whole tangent. or at least, you think.

what if she just laughs?

what if she laughs in your face, telling you that your suspicions are in fact true?

would she ever want to touch you again?

surely not.

.. does she want to touch you? or does she just feel obligated? surely she does, right? some people feel that way in relationships and jinx’s past would suggest the latter — feeling like she has to do stuff in order for praise, for people to not leave her.

surely not.

you jolt to a halt, eyes frozen and wavering on the tv. you seem to get tunnel vision with the way you stare up at the tv. jinx notices, cocking her head your way and slipping her hand down to your knee, rubbing loose circles into the skin there.

“you good?” she has her usual quip, tilting her head into your line of sight. “you’re frozen like a gargoyle—“

she giggles to herself, before your eyes meet her own. you watch the pink in her eyes shrink at the attention, pupils taking up all the space in her iris. she snaps out of whatever stupor she was in, suddenly adorning an expression of fright.

“shit, did i do something?” she gasps, flinching away from your knee like it was scalding hot. “fuck, i did something! i did something, didn’t i?”

it’s your turn to be mortified, jaw dropping as you bring your hands up, waving them in surrender in front of you. “no, nonono— you haven’t done anything, I swear,”

she blinks, once. twice. three, four times before the weight finally seems to sag from her shoulders. she lets out a breath she hadn’t realise she’d been holding, sniffling out a sharp ‘whew’.

“i just—..” you start, cringing at the way your voice cracks. should you even go there? what if she thinks you’re disgusting for thinking that way?

she seems attentive enough, and you swear if she had ears on the top of her head they’d be standing upright. she perks up, uncharacteristically straightening her usually curved back.

fuck, get over yourself, [name].

“i’m scared that maybe if we ever went further with..” you cringe, scrunching your nose as you ponder the next few words. “y’know. exploring each other,”

you mentally face palm, the comedic slap ringing through your head.

you’re dumbfounded.

“you’d maybe think i was disgusting for the way i look?” you draw out the last word, feeling yourself shudder at the second hand embarrassment.

jinx doesn’t even look phased — at most bewildered.

she sighs, letting her head drop, eyes tunneling down onto her fidgeting hands. she seemed to be nervous for what you wanted to say too, but you’re pulled back from your thoughts at the hand taking your own.

“i don’t… care.” she states simply, sounding almost defeated you’re having this conversation, like you should already know she doesn’t care how you look.

you sag. this is not the answer you wanted, and she notices this.

“no— i do care!” she starts up again, waving a hand in admission. “i just mean i don't mind how you look. i think you’re.. beautiful. i wish you could see yourself the way i do.”

she sighs, scrunching her nose and recoiling at her words like they left a sour taste in her mouth. she hates being open, being honest with you. she’s afraid it makes her look weak, like her vulnerability takes away from the big scary jinx persona she’s built up for herself over the past however long you’d known each other.

( 2 years! )

“you don’t mean that.” you state simply, squeezing her hand in your own.

“what makes you think i don’t?” she queries, eyes flitting up at your huddled form. “you know how much i love you.”

you feel a jolt down between your legs, a familiar warmth blooming in your belly. she seems sincere enough, but that void that fills your lungs seems to only grow thicker and thicker. it almost hurts to breathe.

what if you just let go this one time? this one time? ‘if you hate it you never have to do it again’ you tell yourself. in your head you’re standing opposite yourself, leering over their cowering body before comedically slapping their face, forcing some sense into them.

get it together.

you can’t deny how much you want her, and you feel almost possessed when you lean forward, tilting your head to meet hers. she seems taken aback, moaning softly into the kiss as her hand finds your face.

her thumb meets your jaw, rubbing soothing circles into the bone. you suck in a breath when her teeth meet your bottom lip, and you reciprocate with fervour, clambering to situate yourself over top of her.

she kisses her way down your neck, shaking her head with a curt ‘nuh uh!’. once she has your shirt off she’s turning you so you’re on your back, left flushed beneath her — and most importantly naked.

you feel the most exposed you’ve ever felt, but you don’t feel insecure. under jinx’s warm gaze you can feel just how much she wants you, the way her smile reaches her eyes before she leans in to the junction of your neck. her hands trail upward, sliding further up up up till they reach your chest.

gasping out her name, you buck up instinctively into her touch. you find yourself heaving beneath her hand, swift and admiring grasp at your chest, gently circling over your sensitive nipple.

“jinx..” you sigh, shuddering up into her touch. you feel love drunk, words sloshing together as though you could barely keep your head up.

she seems to notice, humming a chuckle into your neck. that chuckle follows her down, down past your chest, past your stomach where she now sits, laid between your legs. trembling, you can only watch as she situates your legs over her shoulders, holding them there by curling her arms over top.

“you— you don’t have to—“ you’re cut off by a light slap against your thigh. your eyes fall, jaw dropped in a balk to where she’s laid, pointer finger pressed against her thumb where she drags it along her lips. zzzzzzip!

she throws away the makeshift key.

then contradicts the motion like she hadn’t just done it.

“i want to. you hear me?” she tilts her head, resting against the slope of your thigh. “i want to.”

nodding shakily, you allow yourself to situate back against the pillows. you feel at ease knowing she wants this, even if it’s only at least a bit. though she does seem eager; tongue darting out to comically lick at her lip, fingers curling over the laced rim of your panties.

she pulls and you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding in. fully exposed now, jinx looks like she just won the lottery — if her pupils could shift and change at will she’d be seeing dollar signs right now. she looks between you and your pussy, bringing two fingers down to slide through your slit, gathering up all the slick that’d gathered there.

your underwear is soaked, and you see that now with her jeering beneath you, swinging your underwear jokingly around her finger.

“you’re soaked, baby.” she muses, cocking a brow and letting your panties drop to the floor. “this all for me?”

your body seems to react before your mind, and you’re nodding rapidly, hair shaking from the intensity. she can see you’re eager, and so wastes no more time in parting your thighs. she hums out a sigh, drawing a long inhale up the center, before letting her tongue part your lips, licking her way through to your sopping hole.

the reaction is instantaneous; bucking hips and lips parting to accommodate the sharp gasp that’s ripped from you. the gasp trembles off into a whine when she places a well-deserved flick over your clit, drawing her tongue there for a moment longer just to see you squirm. her hand finds your abdomen, pressing on your stomach to keep you from bucking up from her touch.

she wants control.

your earlier hesitation melts away, dripping off jinx’s tongue and down her chin. you heave, chest trembling at her ministrations. she’s good — far too good. the sloppy sounds fill the secluded room, filling the space with a stuffy heat that feels suffocating. you feel it squeezing at your lungs, encouraging the soft moans you manage to choke out.

she smirks, snarky and knowing. the look in her eyes is almost enough to send you over the edge, the coil tightening a mile in your abdomen. you’re on the brink of an orgasm, legs trembling and brows drawing up right as she makes the move of pressing tight circles into your clit.

“you can come, honey,” she coaxes, pressing soothing kisses over your soaking pussy, now just as soaked as her mouth. “come on, baby.”

peering up and over your chest is the final straw; the sight of her covered in your juices, dripping from her chin. the dark void that drowns the pinks in her eyes, full of lust. the way her purple lipstick is smudged down the corners of her mouth.

it’s too much—

white hot pleasure crushes through your being, zipping up your spine as you finally reach the peak. you hear jinx somewhere beneath you, like she’s cheering you on. you feel her fingers, slim and soaked driving through your slick. the obscene sounds fill the room, against your moans — now bordering pornographic.

it’s a while till you come down fully from your high. hands dragging down the sides of your sweaty face. you can feel just how heated you are, and you know you must be beet-red by now.

the thought makes you flush even more in embarrassment.

jinx on the other hand, seems to be having the time of her life; crawling up your body to curl in beside you, snuggling close to your warmth. she beams from where she lays, resting her head on your chest and peering up curiously at you.

“you did so well,” she comments, stroking a thumb over the corner of your mouth.

she looks disheveled herself, hair frizzy and drawn upright. thank god for the braids, otherwise you’d imagine her hair sticking up in any and every direction ever. this warms your insides, makes it all fizzy. you assume this is what people mean when they say they have butterflies in their stomach.

you smile.

“you’re perfect.”

A.N yay first request done! plz check my pinned for info if you want to submit anything <3

[miriunknown]

Mesmerized

Jinx x F!Chubby!reader

Smut, angsty, kinda fluffy

Summary: you've been dating Jinx for the last six months despite knowing her since you were kids. You love her but can't help but feel insecure, worried she doesn't find you attractive. When she finds this out she proves to you how beautiful she finds you.

Warnings: smut, cunniligus, groping, boob play

Sapphic, Men/Minor's DNI.

Jinx was out, she was going to get the two of you food so she left you back in her room. You laid down in her bed smelling her scent on her sheets, it was soothing until your thoughts decided to become self deprecating. You started thinking to yourself about if your girlfriend actually found you attractive or not.

"does she think you're attractive?" "she probably finds you disgusting," "why would she even find you attractive?"

A sigh escaped your lips at the overwhelming thoughts pouring in, you struggled with body image issues for years. You were always chubbier than most zaunites, your face was round and pudgy, you had larger thighs, your stomach was far from flat. It was annoying, you weren't very sound in how your body looked.

Jinx never said much about your body, despite her constant groping on your boobs and ass, she never really mentioned your body very much. It was frustrating, she would tell you how beautiful she found you but you didn't know if she just meant your face or not.

You'd been dating for the last six months, before that you'd makeout whenever. But you've never had sex with her, the closest you got was heavy makeout sessions with occasional dry humping. It made you wonder if she really didn't like how you looked.

"Hey toots, I'm back." Her voice rang out making you jump as you lifted yourself from laying down to sitting on her bed. She set the food down next to you, she noticed something was up with you but she didn't say anything, chalking it up to being tired.

She smiles sitting next to you, kissing you on the cheek as she does so. You smiled weakly at her before your face goes back to it's sadder expression. She noticed, she started getting worried that she did something wrong. She was panicking big time but she tried to hide it as best she could.

"You okay? Did I do something? Are you feeling alright?" She bombarded you with questions, concern etched into her face.

"I'm fine," you breathed out, Jinx stared at you for a bit, "you don't seem fine, babe." She said moving her face to be inches away from yours. "Tell me what's up." She demanded, sighing you look away from her embarrassed. What if all the things you think are true? What if she really doesn't want you like that.

Your girlfriend's head is whirling as she waits for you to speak, thinking she did something wrong worried she hurt you by accident. "It's stupid— it's just, I dunno. I feel like you're not attracted to me.. mainly my body." You say hushed your voice low. She looks surprised, "your body? You're fucking perfect what do you mean?" She says her voice louder than intended. You let out a small laugh, "you don't have to lie."

She scoffs grabbing your face crashing her lips into yours for a brief second, "you're literally the most perfect person I have ever seen. You're gorgeous." She says her voice stern yet caring. Your face flushed at her words, "here let me show you how beautiful you are." She says her hands coming to tug at the end of your shirt, she looks to you for consent. You blush but nod allowing her to take your shirt off; you weren't wearing a bra so you were practically naked besides the pajama shorts you had on.

She gawked at you, her eyes going between your boobs and tummy. You tried covering yourself but she quickly moved your hands away, "don't cover yourself toots, you look amazing." She said smiling her eyes still glued to your body.

Her cold hands rake up your sides as she reaches to cup your boobs, causing you to let out a gasp at the feeling of her cold hands against your warm skin. She smirks as she pinches your nipple soliciting a moan from you giving her a major ego boost. "So pretty..." She mumbled completely in awe at the sight. She starts peppering kisses all over your boobs, her mauve lipstick leaving a print on your delicate skin.

You're a flustered mess right now, your face was burning red as she groped you. She brought her mouth to your nipple licking at the bud, you gasped not expecting her to go on with this so quickly. She continued sucking on your breast, licking and nibbling on the tender bud. You felt arousal pool between your legs at the pleasure, completely turned on at this point.

Once she was done tending to your boobs her mouth left your nip, a string of saliva attached to it. She smiled up at your flushed and sweaty face, "you're so gorgeous, doll." She mumbled as she began trailing kisses down your belly, occasionally sucking on your skin leaving hickeys all over. She was running her hands up and down your sides loving the feeling of your curves under her hands.

Starting to get impatient she hastily began pulling down your pajama shorts, smirking at the sight of your soaked underwear. "All this for me huh?" She said not taking her eyes off of your slick cunt, mesmerized by the completely appetizing sight. She licked a strip down your clothed core, causing a shaky moan to escape your lips. She quickly pulled your underwear off throwing them somewhere in her room, "God, you're perfect.." she said her eyes meeting yours, she's positioned between your legs about to eat you out and your blushing at her words. After she was done gawking at you she started going down on you. Devouring you like it was her last meal.

The sound of your moans and her rapidly devouring your pussy filled the room, her moans soon followed. Getting off to the sight of your squirming and moaning with pleasure all because of her. You were seeing stars, unable to focus on anything. You were in a complete daze from all the pleasure. Her hands started groping you; your boobs, your thighs, your stomach, everything. Nothing was safe from her touch as she lapped at your cunt, sucking on your clit in between licks.

You felt a coil in your stomach bubble up as you approached your release, "f— fuck... I'm gonna—" a loud moan erupted from your chest as she pinched your nipple, you could feel her smirk as she ate you out. "Cum for me," she said pulling up slightly to speak before immediately going back down on you.

Her words was all it took for the coil in your stomach to break as you felt yourself reaching your orgasm. She moaned as you came on her tongue, quickly lapping at your juices as she watched you through half lidded eyes as you shook with pleasure. After she completely cleaned your cunt of cum she pulled her head up to get a good look at you, her face covered in your juices.

You were twitching every now and then from how intense the orgasm was, your hair was disheveled and your face was red. She loved the sight of you like this; your fucked out face was enough to make her cum just from the sight alone. "Gosh... You look amazing like this, doll." She said as she laid down beside you, bringing you closer.

"I should've done that so much sooner." She cooed, moving your hair that was sticking to your sweaty face. "That- that was amazing.." you breathed out shakily causing her too laugh as she placed a kiss on your cheek. "I love you." She whispered, making you smile. "I love you too."

I haven't written smut since I was like fifteen so I'm sorry if it sucks 😭

[miriunknown]

Late night bites

George Weasley x Vampire!reader

Summary: you and George meet in the room of requirement late at night.

Warnings: suggestive, making out, blood (duh)

It was the middle of the night— 2 am to be exact, and George was wandering the halls. He was heading to the room of requirement where he and his girlfriend met every few nights. He was smitten for her, he did everything for her. Anything she asked of him he would do without batting an eye, which is why he found himself sneaking through the halls at such a hour.

She needed to eat, that's why when he got the note she sent he immediately left his dorm. She didn't take much from him, he would let her drain all his blood if she asked him, he liked being able to fulfill her needs whether that's through sex or feeding on him.

He took a deep breath as he set his sights on the door to the room of requirement. He pushed open the door met with the sight of his girlfriend sitting on a sofa, she grinned at him her eyes filled with love.

"hello my sunshine," she cooed as he closed the door behind him. She stood up, pulling him down closer to her by the collar of his pajama top to place a soft kiss on his lips. "Thank you for coming my love, I know it's late and it was sudden. I'm just really hungry," he smiled at her, "it's no problem Love. 'M always happy to help." She grinned at him, pulling him by his arm to the sofa she once sat on.

She pushed him by his shoulders so he fell on the couch, she was eager and hungry— she wanted to sink her teeth into him as soon as she could. She quickly climbed on top of him straddling his lap, his hands instinctively settling on her waist.

Even though she was eager and wanted to taste him as quickly as possible— she didn't start by out right biting him; no she lead up to it. She wanted to make him comfortable, something to ease the pain even if it was slight. Their eyes locked as she leaned in, their lips crashing into each other, soft and passionate, love and lust colliding as did their lips.

The kiss broke and she began trailing kisses down his jawline, to his neck where she left small hickeys all over. George moaned slightly causing the girl to smile against his skin. She sucked on the skin even more, pulling more moans from his lips as she did so. Steadily making her way down to his collarbone she stopped, her teeth grazing his soft skin. "You ready?" She asked peering up at him. He nodded his head violently, causing a laugh to bubble from his girlfriend's chest at seeing his eager reaction.

She sunk her fangs into the flesh on his collarbone, a moan erupted from his lips pain and pleasure crashing into him as she fed on him. He panted quietly, moans escaping his parted lips every so often. Her hand rested on his cheek as she drained him, soothingly caressing his face as she did so. He placed his hand over hers grabbing it and placing a soft kiss to it.

She smiled against him as he kissed her hand lovingly, he continued placing soft kisses to her hand as she fed. His face felt hot, he felt a whirlwind of pleasure and pain as he let her feed. As she was finally full she pulled her fangs out of him lapping at any excess blood that flowed from the puncture marks.

George was a mess, his freckled cheeks tinted red, his eyes half lidded, panting ever so slightly. This is another reason he let her do this; he liked it, he felt pleasure in fulfilling her needs in any way even one such as this.

A giggled escaped her lips at the sight of her boyfriend she kissed him once again, the taste of his own blood lingered on her lips and tongue. He groaned into the kiss at the taste, the usual taste of her tongue clouded by his blood that lingered behind.

Once they pulled away she wrapped her arms around his neck bringing him into a hug, his arms snaked around her waist as he let out a few shallow breathes.

"Thank you for letting me eat, sunshine." She said pressing a kiss where the puncture mark was as she twirled his hair around her fingers. "Of course love, can't let my girl go hungry." He said as they sat their enjoying each other's embrace.

This fic came to me as I was trying to take a nap

A/n: I edited this a bit, I wanted to improve it a little bit so if it seems different from the first time you read it that's why.

[miriunknown]

Only a Woman only knows how to treat a woman right

Pansy x F!Hufflepuff!reader

Summary: Pansy Parkinson is your best friend, despite being in different houses you've always gotten along. She gets jealous after a Ravenclaw boy asks you out, leading to a confession you never thought you'd hear from her.

Warnings: suggestive

You weren't stupid, even though some teachers would say otherwise— you saw the way Pansy looked at you, the stolen glances, her eyes drifting to your lips when you talk, her lingering a little to long when you hug. It was obvious,

She had feelings for you, you knew this— hell you felt the same way. But there was one thing keeping her from admitting it; her ego. She would never admit to having feelings for her best friend, everyone else knew you liked each other, you knew she liked you, but she seemed to be oblivious to the fact you reciprocated her feelings.

You would love to date her, of course you would. Who wouldn't? But you wanted her to admit her feelings to you first, and you knew she wouldn't do that unless the stakes were high.

Flirting with random boys only got you so far in making her jealous, she would be snarky toward them, maybe the occasional shove to get them to leave but that was it. It was frustrating; you were hoping she would admit to her feelings when she was jealous but she never did.

"Snape's been a real pain in my ass lately." Pansy's voice rang out snapping you out of your thoughts, "oh yeah? What'd he do now?" You asked smiling at her, you noticed her cheeks turn pink as you looked at her. "He took ten house points, because I accidentally knocked my cauldron over in potions." She said as you both walked down the corridor. "Really? That's surprising usually he doesn't take many house points from Slytherin." She nods "he's been real bitchy lately, I don't know what's up. Maybe he's having issues with his girlfriend or something." Pansy said you both stopped, looking at each other before busting out laughing.

"yeah that's never happening." She wheezed between giggles. "Um, excuse me, Y/n?" A voice rang through the hallway, you looked over to see a Ravenclaw boy standing there, looking awkward and like he was dreading what he was about to say. "Would you like to go out with me, maybe?" Your eyes went wide, you could feel the anger radiating off of Pansy as she stood next to you.

"ew I don't even know this guy... But, Pansy is clearly jealous.. maybe this'll be the push she needs." You thought, you smiled at the boy, "sure, why not." You said through a fake smile. He smiled a bit, "great... I'm Mason by the way. I can pick you up at the Hufflepuff common room tomorrow at three if you want." He said you nodded, as he waved a goodbye as he took his leave.

Pansy was seething, you could tell by the way she looked completely dumbfounded. "Really? That guy? He looks like a troll." She said her eyes holding a look of anger in them, you shrugged, "he seems nice." Trying to cover up the fact you hated that you just accepted to go on a date with this guy you didn't even know.

You continued down the corridor, neither of you talking much as the tension was laid on thick in the air.

It was two pm, you were getting ready, you didn't really care to look that good for this date as you'd probably never talk to the guy again after it but you still tried to put in some effort. Pansy has been really short with you, you could tell she was upset you felt bad for two reasons; for doing this just to make her jealous and for leading this Mason guy on.

"I don't think you should go with him," Pansy said her voice low and her cheeks red, you hummed as you put mascara on. "And why is that Pan Pan?" You asked knowing full well what the answer was. "Because he's... Ugly." Is all she said, "I don't go just for looks, Pansy." You mumbled looking at her in the corner of the mirror, she was on your bed looking down at her fingers.

"well you should," she snapped, you huffed at her attitude, "you don't have to be snappy, " you turned to her, "What's the real reason you don't want me going on this date? Hm?" You said standing up brushing off any eyeshadow or powder that fell on your chest, she sighed as she stood walking over to you. She grabbed you pretty roughly turning you around to face her, you blushed not expecting her to man handle you like that. She pushed you back your back pressed against your vanity.

You could feel her breath fanning your cheeks and neck she was so close, "you wanna know why?" She asked as she looked at you with narrowed eyes, you just nodded to afraid to speak and something you don't want spilling out instead of words. "Because I'm in love with you. You drive me crazy, Love. I spend every waking moment thinking about you and I can't stand another second without your body pressed against mine."

Your face went beet red, you could see love and lust evident in her eyes. "You... You should've- you should've said that sooner then..." You stammered out not expecting her to be so forward with the confession you'd been trying to draw out of her for months.

She frowned a bit, "awe, am I making you nervous dear?" She said as a smirk played it's way onto her lips, "of.. of course not." You winced at the sound of your voice not meaning to sound so unconvincing when you spoke, she giggled.

"you're not planning on going to that date are you?" She asked her voice low, she had an effect on your body you didn't know she had in the first place. "No definitely not.." you breathed out, sounding a lot more whiny then you intended. She smiled, "good," she mumbled as she moved her head down, leaving a kiss on your exposed cleavage. Her dark red lipstick leaving a mark, "stay here with me my love, and I'll treat you better than any man could." The sound of her voice left an effect on your body, you ached for her.

"yes.. yes of course I will..." You muttered not being able to focus on anything else but her at this moment. She got off of you, pulling you to the bed, situating you to straddle her lap. She placed a kiss on your lips, it was soft and passionate. You melted into the kiss before she pulled away, she laid her head down on your chest as she stared up at you.

"I love you." She muttered pressing several kisses against your neck and chest, her lipstick leaving a mark each time. You giggled at her,

"I love you too, Pansy."

I was giggling and kicking my feet while writing this (⁠*⁠﹏⁠*⁠;⁠)