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kirammanswifey · 18 hours ago

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arcane characters dealing with fetishes x fem!reader

characters: viktor, jinx, vi, caitlyn, jayce, ekko, silco, sevika, ambessa and vander.

writer's note: this one was a ride. really enjoyed diving into fetishes and blending that with some psychology, gave it a whole different flavor. it was intense and fun to explore. and trust me, i’ve got something even crazier lined up next. stay tuned, it's gonna get real. requests are open ;)

viktor → somnophilia

The first time you did it, Viktor said nothing.

He merely averted his gaze for a second when he noticed your breathing had become deeper, more constant… more fake. It wasn't the first time you'd fallen asleep in the lab, of course. You did it often: long hours of work, mental exhaustion, the constant hum of the hextech devices creating a nearly hypnotic atmosphere. But that night was different. You knew it, and so did he.

Because you had deliberately settled into the chair next to him, with your sweater barely slipping off your shoulders, exposing part of your skin. You had closed your eyes slowly, breathing softly, as if rehearsing the rhythm of sleep… and waited.

You waited for his gaze to settle on you.

Viktor wasn't naive. He had the sharpest mind in all of Piltover, perhaps even in Zaun. He noticed the small patterns: how your body relaxed too quickly. How sometimes you moved restlessly before pretending to sleep, seeking the exact position to leave your legs slightly apart. How, on nights like this, you didn't bother to hide the small shiver that ran down your back when you felt him still watching you.

That night, he took his time to move. The silence in the lab was thick, as if every device knew something was brewing between you.

"Again?" he murmured with his raspy voice, barely a sigh that didn't intend to wake you. A voice laden with a delicious mix of frustration and desire. As if he struggled with the morality that anchored him to sanity, to protocol, to respect… but which cracked when it came to you.

You liked it when he spoke to you like that when you pretended to sleep. It made you feel possessed, devoted. And you knew that he, despite his reservations, couldn't resist that part of you that offered itself without words. That surrendered to him without asking.

The chair creaked when he stood up. You heard the soft tap of his cane, and your body tensed… but only inwardly. On the outside, you remained still, breathing with that measured rhythm you had perfected over the days.

You felt it when he stopped beside you. His warmth. His scent. A slight tremble in your skin when his fingers, calloused from years of inventions and work, grazed the curve of your jaw with a tenderness almost religious.

"You always leave me like this..." he murmured, and though you couldn't see him, you knew he smiled slightly, that expression of his loaded with pain and sweetness. "You don't know the harm you do to me."

But you did. Of course, you did.

Then his fingers moved down. Slow. Exploratory. As if he still couldn't believe he was allowed to touch you like that. As if every inch of your skin was sacred, and at the same time, a forbidden vice he couldn't escape.

His breathing changed when he reached your lips. Not the ones on your face.

"So soft… always so willing."

The touch was light, like a study. Like a new invention that required attention and patience. Sometimes he spoke while doing it, whispering ideas, thoughts, phrases you only half understood. But it ignited you. That way of his to turn passion into science, into something that needed to be understood, dissected… and dominated.

His fingers slid, expert, while you continued pretending to sleep, each of your muscles containing the urge to moan, to open your eyes, to beg him not to stop.

"Do you like it like this?" he said with a hoarse voice, bending to your ear, his breath burning your neck. "Do you like feeling me… when you think I'm not looking at you?"

But he was looking. Always.

The rhythm of his touch became more impatient. Darker. As if everything he contained during the day—the stolen glances, the fleeting touches, the suspended conversations—exploded now that he had you like this, surrendered in your false unconsciousness.

When his lips finally touched yours, it was madness. Moisture against moisture. The visceral sound merged with your increasingly uncontrolled breathing. But you didn't open your eyes. Not yet.

Because he hadn't finished yet.

One of his hands slid towards your chest, gripping it firmly, while his mouth devoured you as if you were the answer to all his failures, his redemption, his only escape. His other hand clutched your thigh, digging his fingers as if he needed to remind himself that you were real. That this was real.

And then, when you couldn't take it anymore, you let out a moan. A subtle one. One you could justify with sleep… but provocative enough to make him lift his head and look at you.

His eyes shone with desire. With hunger. With defeat.

"You're not asleep," he said, as if he had just discovered the greatest secret. But he didn't stop. Not this time.

You remained silent. Waiting.

And he, finally, stopped fighting. He shed his coat, his rumpled shirt, that mask of control that always defined him. He leaned over you, like a fallen angel ready to burn with you.

And you burned.

Once, twice, a thousand times.

Because it wasn't just about sex. It was about contained desire, sick devotion, the tenderness that only found its place in the twilight of that lab. Of two broken minds that needed each other with an urgency that bordered on madness.

And after, when you finally surrendered to real sleep, exhausted, trembling, with your body still drenched in the sin you shared… Viktor hugged you.

As if he didn't want to let you go.

As if he knew that tomorrow you would pretend again.

And he, once more, would fall.

jinx → electrostimulation

There are days when the world simply hurts.

Too much noise. Too much weight. Too many people expecting things from you.

And on those days, there's only one person your steps lead you to without thinking: Jinx.

She receives you as she always does. With an unbalanced laugh, a twisted smile, and that gaze that mixes affection and pure perversion.

"Look who's come looking for therapy!" she sings, spinning around herself, as she drops a wrench on the table. "Mind full of trash again, sweetie-pie? Or are you just here for the tickles?"

You bite your lip and don't respond. Because she already knows.

She always knows.

In a corner of the room, behind dirty curtains, is the table. Painted by hand by herself. Psychedelic colors, doodles, your name written in deformed, shiny letters with spray paint.

And right next to it… the machine.

The beast Jinx created with her own hands. Cables, electrodes, a strange generator humming softly, blinking as if it were alive.

You sit on the table. You lie down. You unbutton your clothes with trembling hands. The air is cold against your skin, but not as cold as the anticipation.

Jinx leans over you, hanging from a pipe with one hand, like a wild child.

"Are you sure you want to play?" she whispers, her face inches from yours. "You know that once I start… I don't know when to stop."

Your voice is barely a thread.

"Yes."

Her laughter is low this time. Almost tender.

"I knew you wouldn't take long to need me again."

Jinx starts placing the electrodes on your naked body. On your thighs. Under your breasts. On your abdomen. One right at the base of your neck. Her fingers are precise. Too soft for someone like her.

Each contact makes you hold your breath.

And then, as always, she leans into your ear and whispers:

"Tell me if it burns."

She activates the machine.

A gentle current runs through your body. Your muscles tense. The tingling is so pleasurable it seems to float between pain and orgasm. Jinx observes with a devotion that's almost scientific.

"You look so pretty like that… all tense, all trembling. My little toy."

She increases the intensity.

Your hips arch. Your legs tremble. The humming of the electricity mixes with your accelerated breathing.

"Do you like that, huh?" she asks with a twisted smile. "Your little body reacting like a broken light."

Your nipples are hard, your body burning from the inside. Each discharge makes you feel more. Want more.

Jinx can't stop looking at you.

"You're like an experiment… that turns me on."

She turns off the machine. The silence is brutal. Your body relaxes suddenly. But the tension doesn't go away.

She crawls between your legs like a hungry cat.

"We're not done, pumpkin… I want to savor every electrified part of you."

Her hands part your legs. Her tongue slides between your folds with a precision and passion that only someone as obsessive as Jinx could have.

And you scream. Because the electricity still vibrates on your skin. Because Jinx knows it. And takes advantage.

Her tongue dances, mischievous, quick, dirty. You feel her moan against you, as if she's eating you with her soul, as if she adores the way you twist, the way you say her name between your teeth.

Your hands cling to the edges of the table. The spray paint digs into your palms. You're sliding in sweat and saliva.

And Jinx, oh, Jinx… doesn't stop.

She watches you while she does it. Her eyes open, shining with pleasure and madness.

"So beautiful…" she whispers against you. "So perfect when you stop thinking."

Her tongue enters. Exits. Surrounds you. Her nose bumps against your clitoris and sucks it, licks it, bites it barely. Destroys you. Elevates you.

You tremble. You beg. You're seconds away.

And then she says it, just before taking you to the edge:

"After this… I want you to be mine forever. Like a battery... that only I can recharge."

The orgasm destroys you.

You scream.

Your back arches like a bow. Your legs close against her head, but Jinx doesn't leave. She licks you while you come. While you convulse. While you cry.

Because that's what she does: she brings chaos to perfection.

When you finally manage to breathe, you feel her lips rise up your stomach, your chest, to your neck.

She snuggles with you on the table, on top of the still warm cables.

"Tomorrow… we do it with fire," she whispers, and gently bites your shoulder.

And you can only smile, half dead, half alive, completely addicted.

vi → stigmatophilia

The lights flickered as they always did in Stillwater. It was a place where time seemed to move slower, where the humidity of the concrete seeped into your skin, and the bars were more than metal: they were part of your body, routine, soul.

Vi was in cell 8516 on the west wing. Always there, always alone, always awake. You knew this because every night you made the rounds in that sector. You were the one who brought her the food tray, who stood in front of her cell for a few seconds longer than necessary, pretending to check the system, making sure everything was under control.

Lie.

You were watching her.

Vi knew it. She felt it. Your gaze wasn't professional. It was hunger. Fascination.

The way her tattoos peeked out from under her white shirt, how her scar split her lip and gave her that invincible look… and those damned piercings. It was a condemnation. One you carried with you every day.

That night, as always, the hallway was empty. The rest of the guards had changed shifts, and you decided to stay a bit longer. Vi was lying on the floor, her hands behind her head, legs stretched out, shirt pulled up to her navel. Exposing everything you knew you shouldn't desire. But you did anyway.

When you passed by her cell, her eyes locked onto yours.

"What's going on, officer? Do you like what you see, or did something fall off around here?"

Her voice was mocking, rough like her reputation. But also curious. That spark of provocation ignited quickly.

You stopped. You hesitated for barely a second. Then you let out a long sigh, as if you'd been carrying it in your chest for weeks. Without saying a word, you reached for your belt and pulled out the keys.

Vi sat up.

"Hey… what are you doing?"

You inserted the key into the lock and turned it. The metal creaking was like a bell announcing that the forbidden had just begun.

The door opened slowly.

Vi didn't stand up, but now she watched you with attention. An eyebrow raised, a twisted smile.

"Are you coming to hit me like your colleagues do? Or are you tired of looking from afar?"

You didn't say anything. You closed the door behind you. A sharp click. Now it was just you and her. The air became thicker. Hotter.

Vi sat up, legs open, elbows resting on her knees. The expression on her face was pure defiance.

"Do you know you could get into trouble for this? Don't you fear what a criminal like me could do to you?"

You took a step closer. Another. You looked at her directly. Not with fear. With that mix of desire and obsession you'd kept hidden for too long.

"I'm not afraid," you said finally, with a low, confident voice, "I have... something else."

Vi tilted her head, amused.

"Oh, yeah? And what is that you have with me, doll?"

Your fingers trembled slightly as you touched the back of her arm, where her tattoos began. You traced them with the tip of your fingers, slow, as if the lines were sacred writings.

"I always look at them," you confessed, not taking your eyes off her skin. "Your tattoos… your scars… your piercings. Everything about you… drives me crazy."

Vi clicked her tongue. "So that was it."

Your fingers moved up to her shoulder, then down to her almost exposed chest. You noticed how her skin trembled under your touch. Vi was tough, yes, but not made of stone.

"I used to wonder what was going on with you. Why you stayed here so long. Now I understand."

You leaned over her, your nose grazing her cheek.

"I couldn't help it," you whispered, "there's something about you… that pulls me in."

Vi let out a low, dark, sensual laugh.

"And now that you're in here… are you going to do something with that, or did you just come to drool over me?"

That was enough.

You knelt between her legs, catching her off guard. Your hands moved up her firm thighs. God, how many times you'd fantasized about her suffocating you with them. Vi leaned back, her hands behind her again, looking down directly at you.

"I didn't know you were so brave," she murmured, running her tongue over her upper lip, right where the scar marked her history.

You unbuttoned her pants. Your eyes didn't leave hers.

"I want to savor you… and touch every mark on your body while I do it."

Vi growled softly. "Then do it, doll. Show me why you've been staring at me like a freak."

Your lips descended with reverence. Your hands rested on her hips, your fingers tracing the edges of her back tattoo. Everything about her was a chaotic work of art, a mix of pain and fury that drew you in like an abyss. And you wanted to dive in without a parachute.

Your tongue began to move with rhythm, exploring every part of her with precision, hunger, and adoration. Vi arched her back, her fingers closing and hitting the concrete wall. Her breathing was irregular.

And you, every time you looked up, found that expression of hers. The raised eyebrow, the piercing shining under the dim light, that look of pleasure that only accentuated her scar… God, it was too much.

"Do you like this, huh?" she murmured, her tone hoarse, controlling herself not to moan louder. "Damn, you're fucking good at this."

You looked at her while you did it. You wanted to see her crumble. You wanted to see Vi — the strong woman, the criminal, the legend of the Undercity — tremble because of you. Because of your mouth. Because of your tongue.

And when she reached her climax, her fingers tangled in your hair, her voice broke in your ear, and you took it all in. All her weight. All her vulnerability. All her strength.

You stayed there for another second, breathing in her scent, her sweat, her story.

Vi sat up with difficulty, her chest still agitated.

"Damn..." she said, passing a hand over her face. "You really know how to eat a pussy, huh?"

You smiled, standing up slowly. She took your wrist before you left.

"Don't go yet," she said, pulling you back to her. "You still haven't touched all my tattoos..."

caitlyn → uniform fetishism

The wildflowers, the thick trunk of the old tree, the scent of grass freshly dampened by the morning dew. From here, you could see both cities: the elevated grandeur of Piltover, majestic and arrogant; the lurking shadow of Zaun, alive and throbbing like a poorly closed wound.

The field looked the same as always.

Your fingers brush the tree’s bark as your heart beats in your chest with a mix of nostalgia and anxiety. You've been avoiding this place for weeks, but today, something pushed you to come back. Maybe because you knew she would be here.

And she was.

"Finally found you," her voice cuts through like a gust of icy wind. Firm, elegant. Unmistakable.

You turn around, and there she is—Caitlyn, clad in her Enforcer uniform. You could almost say she wears it like a second skin. High collar, straps tight around her hips, that deep blue tone that highlights the cold gleam in her eyes. Ever since you first saw it on her, something in you changed.

You take a step back. She frowns.

“Are you going to run away again?” she asks, stepping toward you. “After ignoring me for two months without a word?”

You don’t respond. You can’t.

Your body reacts before your mind does. You turn to walk away, but Caitlyn has always been faster. She grabs your arm with a strength you didn’t know she had, gently pushes you against the trunk. The rough bark against your back contrasts with the warmth now spreading through your chest.

“What are you doing?” you whisper, your voice barely audible. You can’t meet her gaze.

Caitlyn looks down at your hands, which are trembling.

“You’re shaking,” she says, her tone softening. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

You can’t take it anymore.

Your fingers clutch at the edge of her uniform, and you kiss her.

It’s clumsy at first, like everything that’s been held back too long. Noses bump, lips hesitate—but desire has always been stronger than fear. Caitlyn stays still for a second, surprised… and then kisses you back.

And she kisses you like someone who’s loved you her entire life.

When she pulls away, her eyes are burning. But not with anger.

“Is that why you pulled away?” she asks, breathless. “Because of how you feel about me? You were confused?”

You nod slightly, wordless.

“That’s stupid,” she says with a broken smile. “You could’ve told me. I’ve always loved you. Since we were kids. Since the first time you defended me from that group of boys and put that stupid heart-shaped bandage on my scraped knee.”

You close your eyes. “It wasn’t just that.”

“Then what?”

“It’s your uniform.”

Silence.

“Ever since you started training with the Enforcers… I couldn’t help it. I started having this fixation, this… obsession. I couldn’t look at you without wanting you. Not out of lust, but because your uniform became everything I wanted. The symbol of you. The power. The control. I didn’t know how to handle it, Cait.”

She looks at you with a mix of astonishment and tenderness.

“That’s why you pulled away?”

You nod.

“And you thought I wouldn’t understand?” Caitlyn leans in closer. “You were wrong. I won’t let you deal with this alone. I’ll help you. You don’t have to repress anything anymore. You have me.”

The kiss she gives you now is deeper. More resolute. Her fingers grip your jaw, forcing you to look into her eyes.

“From now on… you obey me,” she says in a low tone. “Understood?”

You nod. The heat between your legs becomes impossible to ignore.

“Say it,” she demands.

“Yes… Commander.”

Her eyes narrow with delight. “That’s more like it.”

Her hands glide slowly down your waist, skilled and assured. She opens your blouse without rush, as if she were inspecting a crime scene. Each button undone is a sentence. Your breasts are exposed to the cold air, and your nipples react instantly. Caitlyn says nothing. She only watches. Controls.

“You look beautiful like this,” she murmurs, lowering slightly to trap one of your nipples between her lips. You moan, arching your back. Her fingers, meanwhile, slip beneath your skirt, searching, exploring.

“You’re not wearing underwear…”

“I’ve been thinking about you since I woke up,” you confess without shame.

“Such a sweet girl.”

Her fingers stroke the wetness between your thighs, soft at first. Then firmer. One finger slips inside, slow, curling just where you melt. Then another. You cling to her shoulders as your body trembles with pleasure.

“Are you going to come just from my uniform?” she whispers in your ear, her fingers pumping in and out of you, wet, perfect.

“Yes, Commander…”

“Then do it.”

Your body obeys before your mind. You come around her fingers, moaning into her neck, legs shaking, lips whispering her name.

Caitlyn holds you, strokes you, doesn’t let go.

“You don’t have to be afraid of who you are. You have all of me. Not just as a friend. Not just as a lover.”

Slowly, she pulls her fingers out of you and brings them to her lips.

“Now you belong to me.”

And you… don’t want to belong to anyone else.

jayce → spectrophilia

The door closes with a soft click behind him. Jayce enters your home like he’s done it a thousand times, as if his body remembers the path to you better than his mind. His coat is still on, but his tie hangs loose, and his jaw is tight as he sets his keys down on the entry table.

He’s stressed. You notice it instantly.

And yet, as always… his eyes search for you.

No words are exchanged. None are needed.

You turn and walk toward the bedroom. He follows. He always does. And you… you make sure he does.

When you enter, you see it in his face. That subtle shift. That mix of need and devotion. Of surrender and desire.

The room is your paradise. Walls lined with mirrors, reflecting every angle. A single bed in the center: dark sheets, pillows scattered. It's an altar to the forbidden. A stage for your most specific craving.

Jayce closes the door behind you. Still silent. He just watches you, his brow furrowed slightly with the weight of his day. You face him with a half-smile.

And then… he kneels before you.

His hands, firm and sure, begin to unbutton your blouse with a tenderness that almost hurts. There's no rush in his fingers, only purpose. He looks at each button he frees like he’s peeling away sacred truth. When your blouse falls to the floor, his fingers trail your waist, slide up your back, unfasten your bra. He lets it slip down your arms, picks it up… and sets it aside with silent reverence.

“I want you to look at yourself,” he says softly, his voice rough with restrained desire. “Look. See what I see.”

You obey.

The mirror in front of you reflects your half-naked body, skin flushed under the warm light. Jayce stands behind you—imposing, tall, strong—with his hands still on your waist. His lips graze your neck, barely touching. And you… you watch yourself shiver in your own reflection.

“You see that?” he whispers. “Every part of you… perfect. Every curve, every shadow.”

His right hand moves to the clasp of your pants, unfastens them, slides them slowly down your hips. Then your panties. Leaving you exposed, completely bare, under the gaze of every mirror. Under his.

Jayce pauses, just watching you.

“You’re my downfall,” he murmurs, his fingers brushing the inside of your thighs. “And you don’t even want to be mine.”

The confession slips out like a breath full of ache. But you don’t answer. You can’t. You don’t know if you want him, or just this. This moment. This act.

He accepts it.

He always does.

Jayce removes his shirt slowly, revealing that sculpted torso you’ve touched so many times. Then his pants. He lets them fall to the floor, and when he finally joins you in the bed, he does so like a man stepping into a temple. His temple. To worship you. His goddess.

He lays you on your back, but your gaze stays fixed on the mirror. He positions himself over you, one hand on your hip, the other caressing your face.

“I want you to see everything,” he says. “I want you to watch yourself come.”

And then he kisses you.

Slow at first. Desperate soon after. His tongue plunges into your mouth like he’s trying to steal the air from your lungs. And you… you let him. You give yourself to him, as you always do. With your body. Never your heart.

Jayce enters you with a stifled groan, his forehead pressed to yours for a moment before he starts to move. His hips grind into you with force, with rhythm. Each thrust pulls a moan from you that bounces off the mirrors and comes back louder. You exist in all your reflections: you being taken, you watching, you savoring the moment.

His hand grips your thigh, lifting it, driving deeper. “Look,” he growls, his lips against your ear. “Look at how I have you. How you take me.”

And you do.

You see yourself shudder. You see yourself moan. You see yourself alive.

Jayce never stops praising you. “You’re beautiful. You’re made for this. For me. Look at yourself. God, just look at yourself.”

When you arch beneath him, when his name escapes your lips, when the orgasm rips through you like a crashing wave, it all reflects. You see yourself tremble, scream, surrender.

And Jayce… Jayce follows seconds later, his body collapsing onto yours, his breath hot against your neck. He stays inside you a moment longer, as if that’s the only place he wants to be.

But when he pulls out, when he covers you with the sheet and lies silently beside you, you know the truth.

You gave him nothing you can’t take back.

He loves you.

And you… you only love the mirrors.

ekko → chirophelia

The soft hum of gears and metallic clicks guides you through the hallways of the workshop. It smells of oil, hot metal, and that characteristic scent you always associate with him. You see him before he sees you: Ekko, leaning over a table full of mechanical parts, his arms tense, his gaze focused, his skilled fingers manipulating tiny components with a dexterity that leaves you breathless.

You lean against the doorframe, not announcing yourself yet. Your eyes are fixed on his hands, on how he turns a small wrench with precision, on how each of his movements seems almost choreographed. He knows it. Of course, he knows it.

"You know I like it when you watch me... but you're taking too long to greet me." His voice is smooth, deep, loaded with that playful tone he only uses with you.

You approach, still with adrenaline buzzing in your blood from the mission. He stands up, and the first thing he does is examine you, from head to toe, without subtlety. His gaze stops at a slight cut on your eyebrow. He doesn't say anything. He doesn't need to. It's enough for him to look at you like that for you to feel how the air thickens between you.

"How was it?" he asks while sitting on the table, letting his legs dangle. "The mission. Tell me everything."

You start talking, but it's hard to keep a straight line. His hands continue moving, playing with a tool you don't need to identify. It doesn't matter what it is. What matters is how he holds it. How his long, firm fingers turn the object. How the muscles in his forearms tense and relax with each turn.

"Are you going to tell me or are you going to keep checking out my hands?" His smile is slow, sly, dangerous. The tone of his voice disarms any attempt at a logical response. You bite your lip, knowing he's provoking you.

He drops the tool on the table and runs his hand through the back of his neck, stretching his arms with every intention in the world. The movement lifts his shirt slightly, revealing skin. Heat. Strength.

"Come on," he says, leaning towards you. "You can touch them now."

You approach. Your hands tremble slightly, but he doesn't move, waiting for you, offering himself without words. You take one of his hands with both of yours, and your breathing becomes heavier instantly. You run your fingers over it, from the nails to the wrists. They feel rough, warm, alive. You lean in and bring his palms to your face, caressing yourself with them, absorbing the scent of metal and smoke. You lose yourself in them as if they were a secret sanctuary.

He doesn't say anything. He just watches you. Your eyes meet his for a second, and you see something dark, lit, expectant.

Slowly, you place his hand on your chest, and guide it without speaking. He doesn't resist. His fingers move instinctively, as if they knew you better than you know yourself. His large hands cover your skin as if molding it. Your body reacts with a wave of heat that makes you moan, barely audible.

You lean over him, your forehead against his chest, and take his other hand. This time you bring it lower, trembling. He lets it rest where you need it, calmly, with intention, without breaking eye contact.

"Like this?" he whispers, as if he didn't know perfectly well what he's doing. "Is this what you wanted?"

You nod, panting, trapped between pleasure and vulnerability, between need and desire.

His hands move with a devastating softness, as if each caress had the power to make you lose your balance. And they do. You break between his fingers, with your forehead on his shoulder, your lips trembling with his name.

When you finally collapse against him, exhausted and trembling, he wraps his arms around you, pressing you against his body.

"You have to stop looking at me like that when I work," he says with a husky laugh, kissing your neck. "You're going to make me stop being productive."

You lift your head, still breathless. "Thanks..."

He looks at you, those bright eyes full of affection and danger. "Anytime," he responds with a slow smile before trapping you in a kiss that tastes like love.

silco → bondage

The air in Silco's office always smells of power. Dark tobacco, aged whiskey... and today, also of you.

You're on his desk, naked except for the masterpiece of ropes that envelops your body like a delicate altar to desire. Each knot has been placed with care, following the curves of your skin with artistic precision. Your arms are tied above your head, wrists crossed, and your thighs are held firmly, keeping you open, vulnerable, surrendered.

But there's no fear. Only that live tension that blooms in your chest when you see him there, sitting in his chair, contemplating you as if you were something precious. Something his.

Silco exhales a puff of smoke, his eyes half-closed. His pupils, uneven due to the effect of the drug still marking his face, scan you with a slowness that shivers. The scar above his eye blinks to the rhythm of his breathing. And you... contain yours.

"I could get used to this," he murmurs, resting an elbow on the arm of the chair. "The silence. Your obedience. The exquisite form... trapped just as I like it."

Your body burns under his voice. Each of his words is a silent order for you to feel smaller, more his, more desperate.

Silco rises without haste, as if he had all the time in the world to savor you. He crosses the room, picks up a glass of liquor, and stops beside the table. Next to you. He observes you from above, and for a moment, that's enough to make you tremble against the ropes.

"There are no distractions here," he says softly, lowering the glass to your belly. "Just you... a feast waiting to be unwrapped."

Then you see it. The small bowl with thick cream that he leaves beside you. The strawberries, the mango pieces, the figs cut with precision. You don't know when he brought them, but you understand that this has been planned. Like everything he does.

Silco picks up some of the cream with his fingers and slowly spreads it over one of your breasts. Your skin shivers with the contact, and the contrast of the cold against your internal heat is unbearably delicious.

"Pleasures... like discipline... are best served slowly," he whispers as he slides the tip of his thumb over your nipple, spreading the cream. "I learned that long before I had power."

His lips touch your skin seconds later. Slow, soft, sipping, tasting. His eyes never leave yours. He licks. Sucks. Leaves a barely perceptible bite.

The sound that escapes your throat is involuntary. He savors it as if it were a confession.

The fruit comes next. A piece of mango on your stomach, which he picks up with his tongue after letting it drip. His teeth barely graze your skin. He licks just below your navel.

Your body arches, limited by the ropes, and that makes him smile.

"It's curious... how the forbidden increases desire," he says, picking up more cream, now bringing it to your clavicle. "You're defenseless... and yet you beg without words."

You look at him, your eyes shining. You know he can see what's inside you: the hunger. The devotion. The complete surrender.

"Do you want to please me?" he asks, his voice lower now, like a contained thunder.

You nod.

But that's not enough.

"Say it."

"I want to please you."

Silco moistens his lips. "Good."

And then it happens. He takes a step back. He sits on the edge of the table, right in front of you. With a gesture almost lazy, he unzips his pants. His gaze doesn't leave yours while he adjusts himself, elegant even in the crudeness of the act.

"So do it. But be careful..." he says, placing a hand on your head. "Each of your movements... is part of the art."

You lean in as best you can, limited by the ropes, and that only intensifies the feeling of submission. Your lips brush against his skin. Your eyes look at him, surrendered, hungry. He barely groans when he takes you by the hair, guiding you slowly.

"That's it," he murmurs between his teeth. "There's no heaven more perfect... than your mouth when it knows how to obey."

And you, completely lost, think that there's no hell sweeter than the one he offers you.

sevika → hemophilia

The kitchen of your residence in Piltover was a temple of marble and gleaming steel, immaculate… until Sevika showed up. The door slammed shut behind her, her steps echoing loudly across the polished floor. Her jacket hung open, muscles defined by the shadows, and her eyes locked on you like a predator savoring the moment before striking.

She didn’t say a word. She didn’t need to. Between you two, words were always unnecessary.

You leaned against the kitchen island, the cold marble contrasting with your heated skin, expectant. You were still wearing the gloves from receiving the shipment. The exchange had been brief, professional. But your glances… that had been a different story.

Sevika approached slowly, her mechanical arm glinting under the white light. You let her look you over with that crooked smirk she always gave you when she knew you were about to do something dangerous. And you did. You slipped off the gloves and let them fall to the floor with a slow, deliberate motion. Then you unbuttoned the collar of your blouse, revealing a trace of skin that made Sevika scowl, holding herself back.

"Still playing with fire," she muttered, her voice rough as gravel, so close you could feel her breath brushing your jaw.

"And you keep coming back," you replied without moving. "I guess you like getting burned."

Sevika’s deep, guttural laugh filled the room just before her hand — the flesh one, hot and firm — grabbed your waist with force. She lifted you, literally, and sat you on the island. The liquor bottles on the shelf rattled with the motion. Her lips claimed yours in a violent, rough kiss, charged with a primal need that you met with your fingers gripping the back of her neck, nails digging in exactly where you knew it hurt.

The knife was her idea.

She pulled it from her belt — not just any knife, but a sharp, curved, dangerous one — and ran it along your collarbone, not to hurt, but to scare. To arouse. The blade grazed your skin and a soft laugh escaped your lips.

"You’re insane," she growled.

"And that’s why you stay?"

"No. I stay because I guess I’m just as fucked up."

Sevika pressed the blade just enough for a thin line to open on your skin. A drop of blood rolled down your chest as she followed it with her eyes — and then with her tongue. You moaned, caught between the cold marble and the searing heat of her mouth. Her tongue moved downward with cruel slowness, licking the blood, claiming it.

"You taste like danger," she murmured.

You got rid of your blouse, opened yourself to her, entirely hers. Sevika yanked at your skirt with impatient clumsiness, leaving wet kisses over every mark, every red trail that adorned your skin. Her breathing was ragged, and all you could do was cling to the edge of the marble while her mouth descended.

She bit your thigh, hard. Hard enough to leave a mark. You cried out through gritted teeth, your legs trembling, and Sevika smiled with blood-stained lips.

"You like that?" she teased, watching your cheeks flush.

"More than I should."

She didn’t answer. She lowered her head and this time, there was no bite. Only her tongue. Her mouth. Her strength between your thighs, devouring you with primal hunger. Your hands tangled in her short hair, desperate.

When you were finished, still trembling, she rose with her mouth wet, face smeared, eyes ablaze.

"Want a taste? You’re especially sweet today," she said bluntly.

"Come here," you replied, still breathless, still unable to move.

She leaned in and licked the last drop from your collarbone. Then she kissed you — long and deep — sharing the metallic taste between you both. She tasted like war, like sin, like an addiction you could never quit.

And you kissed her back with a mouth full of blood, smiling through your teeth.

ambessa → BDSM

The room Ambessa Medarda has reserved has no windows. She doesn’t need them. The controlled darkness, the warm glow of candles placed with precision on wrought iron candelabras, and the soft sound of tense string music create the perfect setting for what you’re about to experience.

You knew what you were walking into when you saw her walk through the door weeks ago, with that regal bearing and a tone of voice that doesn’t accept answers. You’re used to dealing with powerful people… but not like her. What’s in her eyes isn’t simple authority: it’s hunger, a desire to dominate, to see how much you can take before you break. And you, with your body marked by the pleasure of pain, with your deep need to obey and submit, were chosen by her as an extension of her power.

Now you're naked before her, on your knees, back straight, your mouth filled by a red leather gag strapped tightly behind your head. The taste of metal fills your mouth. Your hands are bound behind you with thick rope, your wrists burned from the friction of previous sessions, and across your skin are traces of dried wax, remnants of past games. Ambessa is seated in a high-backed chair, sipping wine as if she were at a trivial soirée. Her black boots gleam in the firelight, and her legs are crossed, relaxed, dangerously elegant.

“You’ve learned to stay quiet,” she says in a deep voice, like a knife slowly slicing through the fabric of the air. She sets her glass aside and rises. The silhouette of her body beneath that leather corset makes you feel even more vulnerable. Her physical strength is palpable, and every time she approaches, your breathing grows more shallow.

She circles you slowly, inspecting you like freshly brought prey at her feet.

“You haven’t forgotten your place,” she whispers as she leans in and picks up one of the lit candles.

The heat starts before the wax falls. The anticipation is a delicious torture. And then… a drop lands on your collarbone. It burns. Another stream, longer, slides down your chest to reach your nipple, making you moan against the gag, arching your back.

Ambessa smiles. “Ah… there she is. My little masochist.”

Another drop. And another. Now over your abdomen, your thighs, your breasts. The pain is sharp, searing, exquisite. And the way she looks at you… as if every tremor was a symphony composed for her pleasure.

She sets the candle aside and pulls out her braided leather whip. She drags it slowly over your red-marked skin, provoking a shiver.

“Are you ready to bleed for me today?” she asks, though she expects no answer. She doesn’t need one. The trembling of your legs, the tension in your body, the quiver in your breath are enough.

The first strike is not gentle. It’s no warning. It’s an affirmation. Cruel and precise. The whip cuts through the air and lands on your back. The sound is beautiful. The immediate sting, even more.

Once. Twice. Three times. Each blow makes your bones vibrate. The gag catches your screams. Tears gather in your eyes, not from regret, but from that painful joy only she can give you.

Ambessa approaches again, caressing the new marks with her gloved hand. She makes you turn on your knees to face her. “You’re trembling, girl. Tell me, how much more do you need to feel alive?” she murmurs, caressing your jaw.

She picks up another candle and lets it drip onto your spread thighs, one drop landing dangerously close to your already wet center. The pain mingles with raw need. You writhe in desperation, and she notices.

“You’re so wet you can barely think, huh?” she says with a harsh laugh. “Pleasure tends to cloud judgment, but in your case it makes you pathetically stupid. And I must admit, I quite enjoy that.”

She removes the gag slowly and lets it fall to the floor.

“Do you have something to say?” she asks, leaning in just inches from your face.

“Thank you… ma’am,” you reply, panting, your voice hoarse and broken.

That excites her even more.

She makes you lean forward, cheek against the floor, knees apart. Your buttocks are exposed, red and glistening from the blows. And then, you feel the touch of her fingers between your legs. A brief touch. She strokes your wetness with the precision of someone who’s dismantled bodies in war.

“You have no right to come yet,” she says cruelly. “Only when I say so.”

She whips you once more, while her fingers continue exploring you mercilessly. Your entire body trembles between need, fire, and exquisite pain. Your lips gasp for air, your soul seeks to shatter. You’re on the edge of submission, and Ambessa knows it.

Finally, she grabs you by the hair and lifts your head so you can look into her eyes. Her face is that of an unholy goddess.

“Beg. Moan. Break for me.”

And you do.

You break.

And in that moment, when she gives permission, your orgasm comes like a fierce explosion. Ambessa holds you with strength and pride, as if she had forged you with her own hands.

vander → olfactophilia

The bar smelled of old wood, stale beer, and sweat. The last lights of the day filtered through the grimy windows. Laughter and voices had gradually faded away until they were gone completely. Only the distant echoes of footsteps in the alley remained, and the sound of a damp rag sliding over the counter.

Vander had his back to you, drying glasses with his large, calloused hands. His shirt was soaked, clinging to his broad, powerful back, marked by the sweat of a day spent serving drinks, hauling barrels, and solving problems. Heat radiated from his body, filling the air around him with something… deeply masculine. Real. Raw.

You leaned against the doorway without saying a word, watching him in silence. You always came when everyone else had already left, when it was just him and that unmistakable scent that made you lose control.

"Hello, little stalker," he said without turning around, a barely-there smile in his rough voice. He set the glass down on the bar and finally turned, resting both arms on the surface. His armpits were dark with sweat, his chest rising and falling slowly.

You stepped closer without replying, your pulse quickening. The smell wrapped around you with just a couple more steps. It was wild, strong, but warm. You hugged him tightly, burying your nose in his neck first, then lower, pressing your face into the damp fabric beneath his arm.

"How many days has it been since you last bathed?" you asked, caught in a trance that made you slow, as if drugged.

Vander laughed with that deep, rough voice that always made you tremble. "Three days."

"Fuck, you’re going to drive me insane."

"It’s not like I do it on purpose. Maybe I just don’t have time, you know?" he joked, wrapping one arm around you and letting you lose yourself in him.

"Don’t lie. Of course you do it on purpose. You... knew I’d come," you murmured, unable to stop the moan that slipped from your lips as your face pressed harder into his hot, sweaty armpit. His shirt was wet, and every breath you took was a direct jolt to your core. You shuddered.

"The kids aren’t here, right?" you asked, voice low and husky, almost panting.

"They’re at Benzo’s shop. They won’t be back for a few hours," he replied, his hand slowly sliding down your back, resting firmly on your waist—strong, protective… but waiting.

Then you said it without shame, your gaze lit with hunger: “Good. Because now you’re going to fuck me.”

You hopped up onto the counter with an agility you didn’t even know you had, and he followed with eyes burning somewhere between amusement and hunger. He approached slowly, his steps echoing against the hollow wood. His hands went straight to your thighs, parting them with a confidence that made you gasp.

"You know I could leave you like this. Just to watch you squirm a little more…" he murmured, his deep voice and beard grazing the skin of your thigh as he leaned in.

"Do it. But don’t take too long…" you whispered, lost in his scent, his strength, his overwhelming presence.

His fingers found the soaked fabric between your legs and he growled into your ear. "Fuck… you’re dripping just from smelling me."

"It always happens with you."

Vander didn’t need to play at being gentle. His was the honest kind of passion—intense. When his hands gripped you firmly, when he lifted you just enough to place you exactly where he wanted on the bar, the world stopped.

The rest was all skin, ragged breathing, the smell of sweat, of wood, of desire repressed for days. His lips explored your neck, and his hands—rough and warm—left no place untouched. You could only moan, clinging to his broad shoulders as he made you disappear into that overwhelming heat only he could give you.

And when you finally came undone, trembling, gasping his name, you felt his lips at your ear whisper:

“Good girl.”

You stayed there for a while, on the counter, still shaking. Vander wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder, and you simply breathed together. He didn’t say much else—because he didn’t need to. His presence was enough.

And you knew you’d come back. Every night. For that heat, that scent, for him.

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luvherguts · 7 days ago

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thigh riding with jinx.

a/n: hi, i’m so sorry i took so long with this, school’s been kicking my ass. i really hate this but hope you enjoy !

mdni. attention whore jinx. mean reader (unnecessarily so). thigh riding (obv). pathetic jinx. not proofread! nsfw under the cut.

getting any sort of work done with jinx around usually proved to be quite difficult, but today was an entirely different situation. her usual quips had turned into snide remarks, and her fleeting touches into full blown groping. it was as if the girl was in fucking heat.

you’d been working on various projects with nearby deadlines, taking advantage of the little free time you were granted, what with college and work eating up the majority of your time. you had talked to jinx about this, about how you need to be spending your free time productively so as to not fall behind. and you assumed she understood, well, she said she did.

clearly the little compromise she had in her had been quickly used up, well before noon, which was exactly when she decided to make her way over to where you sat, eyes glued to your laptop as your fingers worked deftly against the keys, the methodical click! soothing, but robotic and unfeeling.

you paid the cobalt-haired girl hovering beside you no mind as you finally submitted your first project, internally applauding yourself for your hard work. it wasn’t until you felt cold, slender fingers moving gently along the expanse of your bare thigh, drawing designs and scratching against the soft skin, that you looked up to see your gorgeous, but very annoying girlfriend.

“yes, pretty girl?” you asked her, eyebrow cocked slightly as her hand kept playing your leg like a fiddle.

“what? can’t i just be close to my girlfriend?” she scoffs, avoiding eye contact. you knew she had no such innocent intentions. you had seen her thighs clenching since early that morning, likely due to a wet dream. she tended to get those quite often, and it was no surprise to you when you noticed a damp spot on her light grey panties when she arose from your shared bed. despite the temptation, you abstained, focusing completely on your study and work plan for the day.

jinx however, was not so determined to do anything productive, especially not with the throbbing in her cunt from the moment she woke up. she wanted you, she knew you knew it. so why were you torturing her?

“jinx,” you began sternly, “i’m busy. i told you, today is not the day for me to be dealing with your bullshit. i need to get this done.” she whined at your words, but retreated with a mumble under her breath you didn’t quite catch, likely a mockery of you in some shape or form.

3:15 p.m. the clock ticked methodically as you stretched your limbs. unbeknownst to you, jinx was watching you like a hawk. her eyes drifted from your outstretched arms to where your stomach had been exposed from under your t-shirt, her pupils dilating at the sight of your soft skin. she wanted your attention. she wanted you to make her feel good.

she huffed in annoyance as she hopped up off the couch, stalking towards you. “why are you ignoring me?” she asked, arms crossed and a childish pout sported on her slightly chapped lips.

you looked over at her, almost rolling your eyes at her petulance. “i’m not ignoring you, baby. i’m just busy today. don’t be a brat-” before you could finish your sentence, your chair was pushed out from under the table, and jinx plopped her ass down on one of your thighs.

“please, baby.” she whimpered, attempting to sport the most convincing puppy eyes she could muster.

“fuck, you’re such a slut” you complained, spanking one of her thighs. she moaned out at the feeling, hips immediately rolling against you, her sticky, panty-clad pussy rubbing up against your plush thigh.

you roll your eyes, but decide to compromise with her. it’s not like she was gonna wait any longer, especially not now that she’d gotten a taste of the pleasure you could give her.

“fine. but don’t you fucking dare interrupt me while i do this. you either get off on my thigh, alone, or you don’t cum at all. got it?” you spat, looking at her with faux abhorrence.

“yes, yes, thank you!” she panted, rolling her hips deftly against your thigh. you could feel her slick staining your skin. fuck, she was so wet. her pussy had always been the sloppiest you’d ever seen, but this was another level. clearly, your neglect had ridden her utterly desperate.

as you continued to work on your laptop, you listened to her moans and whimpers, until she groaned in frustration. suddenly, she lifted herself off of your thigh, shucking her pesky panties down her legs and off of her body completely, exposing her milky white cunt to the cold air. she shivered at the feeling of her swollen clit coming into contact with her surroundings, but she soon returned back to your thigh, moaning whorishly at the new, more intense sensation of her bare, creamy pussy against you.

she now rocked her hips with a newfound fervour, looking at your face, your disinterested gaze not looking onto hers even once. she whined at your ignorance, “please look at me”, she grabbed your jaw, turning your head to look at her disheveled appearance.

you ripped her hand away from your face angrily, face contorting into one she was slightly afraid of. you spanked her ass cheek harshly, scolding her for her disobedience. she physically retreated into herself at the harsh contact, you knew her tricks. you could feel her pussy clenching against your thigh at your cruelty.

“didn’t i tell you not to distract me? i generously gave you my thigh, even though i should have let you suffer by yourself, and this is how you repay me? by disobeying the one fucking order i gave you?” she couldn’t reply, slightly stunned by your poisonous words, but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy it. her pussy gushed with a renewed stream of creamy arousal as she was pushed off of your leg, gasping as her ass pushed against the table.

you turn her around, pulling her back against your thigh, but this time she couldn’t directly look at you. “you’re gonna get off on my thigh, and you’re not gonna look at me once. i don’t give a fuck about what you need. i’m finishing my work, and you’re just gonna have to finish yourself off.”

she whimpered, but started grinding her tight little cunt against your thigh nonetheless. “yes, baby. i’m sorry”

“that’s what i thought” you scoffed, going back to your laptop. all jinx could do was cry out as she heard the click clack of the keyboard once again, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to change your mind.

hot tears streamed down her face as her pussy contracted and pulsed against you, rocking herself back and forth, side to side.

she prayed she’d be able to get herself to cum, eventually. poor baby.

#jinx smut #jinx arcane #sub! jinx #jinx x reader #lesbian #arcane #sub!arcane #wlw post #arcanensfw #female reader

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madebycloud · 2 days ago

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DIE FOR ME

jinx/powder x female reader — 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

summary: jinx has a unique way of confronting you about your "friends with benefits" relationship. like, for instance, trying to talk you into it while she's riding you. warnings/themes: smut 18+, mdni, friends w benefits, strapon reffered to as cock, car fun, angry sex (sort of…??? it's fluff in the end 🤞), talking during ykw, reader has commitment issues words: 5.0k

You knew Jinx wouldn't be able to keep her hands to herself for long, but you still didn't expect her to swing her leg over your lap to take her spot.

Jinx wears a cropped tank top and a skirt that barely covers her thighs. She leans forward, her chest right next to your face, and you can see the outline of her tits. She places her hands on your shoulders, squeezing them as she gets comfortable on your lap.

Your hands settle on her waist. “You should've told me,” you tell her as you watch her toss the top in the backseat. “Could've at least parked somewhere more private.”

She only gives a snort. “Don't act like you mind.”

You don't. You really don't mind.

You lick your lips as you watch her thighs open wider for you, noticing the lack of any undergarments. “You're not wearing any underwear?”

“Was I supposed to?” she asks, rolling her hips in small circles in your lap.

“I'd say not,” you reply, moving your hands off her waist and to her hips. “Makes things much easier.”

Jinx leans down to bring her face closer to yours, and you can smell the shampoo from her hair. It's the one you bought for her after she mentioned a few days ago that she was close to running out.

Your noses brush against each other, and you both let out a soft laugh before moving to connect your lips. Her lips are so soft, so familiar, and the taste of her mouth is so sweet, and you take your time to taste them. You can hear her exhale through her nose as you gently suck on her bottom lip.

Her fingers tug at your pants, the fabric bunching up under her fingers, trying to pull them down. “Get them off,” she murmurs, a subtle breathlessness in her voice. “Now.”

Your lips pull away from hers. “Bossy.”

“You're taking too long,” she whines, lifting her body off of your lap slightly so you can better pull off your pants.

“I'm doing it.” You move your hands away from her hips to fumble with your belt, unbuckling and unbuttoning your pants. You lift your hips and push your pants and underwear down, kicking them off your feet.

Jinx's eyes trail down, and then you see her lips curl into a smirk as she sees the silicone cock strapped to your hip. She hums, biting her lip gently as her eyes flick up to meet your stare.

“Look at that,” she whispers, her thumb running over the tip and down the veins along the length, squeezing it once. “Someone came well prepared.” She wraps her fingers around the girth, slowly pumping it as she looks into your eyes. “Is it new?”

“Yeah.” You nod. “Was waiting for a reason to use it.”

“Mhm. Well, I guess we'll have to change that,” she says, circling the tip along her slick folds.

Your hips instinctively buck forwards as she teases you. You want to pull her down, and you try, but she resists your grip on her hips.

Jinx just chuckles, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth. “You like that, huh?” she asks, her hips continuing to grind against you, your hips pushing against her in response. “You really like that.”

“Jinx…” you murmur before pulling her close to your chest and pressing a kiss on her lip. Your tongue slides into her mouth, tasting her again. Her hands slide up your chest, around your shoulders, and into your hair, fingers digging into your scalp.

She pulls away from your kiss, looking at you with a smirk. “Ekko told me something interesting today,” she breathes out, her hands returning down to your shoulders for support as she sinks further down, letting the toy stretch her.

You swallow down your moan, your eyes closing briefly. “Are you really bringing up Ekko at a time like this?”

She doesn't answer your question right away. She's still adjusting, her head thrown back as she lets out a sigh. “He mentioned that you're telling everyone that we aren't together,” she says after a few moments, her hands pushing off your shoulders to undo the clasp of her bra. It gets thrown away somewhere on the backseat without a second thought.

“But we're not together,” you state, your hands sliding under her skirt and squeezing her ass. “We're just friends.”

She hums in response. “Mhm, but tell me, baby,” she starts, pulling your hands off her ass and moving them to her bare breasts, “do friends do this?”

Your brain struggles to process her question for a while. Words aren't making their way from your mind to your tongue, and you're not sure what you'd say if they did.

Your hands seem to know what they should do, though, because as soon as you look down, your hands seem to grip and squeeze her tits, rubbing your thumb over her nipples, making them harden.

“Friends don't touch each other like you touch me,” she continues, her fingers running over your wrists, sliding up your forearms as your hands still work on her breasts. “Friends don't do this… friends don't feel like this…”

She looks directly into your eyes before lifting her skirt to fully expose herself to you. Your eyes follow her movement, watching how the thick shaft slips into her drenched cunt. “I think you and I spend way too much time together to be considered as friends.”

Her words make you scoff because, as much as you don't like it, she isn't wrong. Maybe it's because you two are nothing like friends. But that isn't even on your mind at the moment. The only thing you can focus on is her. Her body, her face, the way she feels.

“I've been spending more nights with you than I do with my friends,” she continues. “Have I ever told you that I haven't spent a night away from you in the last year? never slept in my own bed.”

“But we agreed to keep it as friends,” you argue, your hands leaving her nipples to grip her thighs.

“Friends,” she repeats, bringing her hand up to her mouth and sucking on two of her fingers until they're wet and glistening.

You watch her pull her fingers out of her mouth as she slides them down between her legs, slowly rubbing the tip of her two fingers over her clit.

“Friends definitely aren't supposed to be doing what you and I do. Do they, baby?”

“It's... its not that unusual for two friends to do this,” you find yourself saying, and she lets out a snort.

“Mhm. Not unusual for you, huh? so, you do this with everyone.”

“I didn't say that.”

“So you're only saying no to me?”

“We're not together,” you remind her for the millionth time.

“You're really good at making me scream your name for someone who isn't in a relationship with me,” she counters, her eyes lidded. She slips her fingers from between her legs, then reaches behind you, wrapping her fingers around your neck. “You can't date me, but you're all too happy to share a bed and use me when you're feeling lonely? Does that make you feel good, or maybe just make you feel a little less pathetic?”

Her words sting, and you open your mouth to respond. To deny it, to say that it isn't true...but words don't form, not when she's currently taking the cock so deep that you can see the shape of it through her skin, bulging out on her lower belly every time she sinks back down onto you. Your hand gently touches the bump, and you feel like you can even feel yourself filling her up.

Her nails bury themselves into the back of your neck as your hand touches the outline of the toy, her eyes closing before fluttering back open to look at you.

“You're still saying no to me, even when you're inside me,” she mutters between her soft gasps and moans. “Even when you fill me up so good, you still want to just keep me as a friend. You're selfish, you know that?”

Your eyebrows knit tightly, the guilt crawling up your spine to wrap around your throat.

“All the best bits with none of the responsibilities, that's you,” she adds before leaning back, her hands pressing against the roof of the car, back arching. “You just want to have some fun and still-”

Her words are cut off as your hands grab her legs, roughly pulling her back to you, the toy filling her up again.

She moans your name loudly, shifting her hands from the roof of the car to the headrest behind you to steady herself. “You-” she gasps out, her head tilting forward as her hair hangs down, tickling your neck. “Do you treat other people the same way that you treat me? ...or am I just your side piece?”

“What are you talking ab-” you choke on your words as she lifts herself again, then moans softly as she sinks down on the toy.

“I fucking asked you a question,” she snaps, her other hand reaching behind her, grabbing your wrist, and pulling your hand off of her thigh just before you could do it again.

“Fu-” you swallow the curses that were about to escape from your lips. “It's not like—just please, give me a second to think, yeah?”

“You've got plenty of time to think when you're alone,” she says, letting go of the backseat to rest her hands on your chest, grinding her hips slowly. “But when I'm with you, I want you to pay attention to me. You've been distracted lately, you haven't been listening to me.”

Then suddenly, a single drop of sweat runs down her neck, getting lost in the valley of her chest, between her breasts, which she notices.

“See? You're not even looking me in the eyes.” Her words pull your eyes back up to her face. “Can you even look at me when you bullshit me, cause-”

You aren't sure what came over you—maybe it's her words, maybe it's the constant teasing, but you do know that she needs to shut up. So, you do what you do best: put her in her place. You grip her hips and lift her up off of you, moving her to the other side of the seat.

Her back hits cold leather with a loud thud, followed by the sound of her head hitting the headrest and a small whimper of pain. But all of that is immediately drowned out by the moan that leaves her because when she landed on the seat, the cock slid in even deeper, and you can see her eyes rolling up.

You position both of your knees on the seat to get a better angle, and you watch how the toy looks like it's just being sucked right into her. Her fluids are sticking to the silicone, making the toy slick as it pushes deeper into her.

She reaches behind her, searching for the seat recliner button, her fingers eventually finding it. She then leans back in the passenger seat, completely lying down on the seat. “I'll ask you again,” she starts, her legs spreading on either side of you, her hips canted upwards. “Do you do this with-”

You stop her by pulling the fabric of her skirt, the sound of threads snapping was a bit too loud in the car.

She hisses, eyes looking down at her ripped skirt, now with an inch-long cut in the side that exposed her inner thighs. “Hey! That's my favorite-”

“I'll buy you another one.”

“That's not the point-” she begins, but you don't let her finish, hands moving to pull the torn fabric off her and throw it aside.

“Will you shut up for a minute?” you snap, slowly pulling the cock out only to push it back in.

“You-” she gasps, her hands curling into small fists. “Don't talk to me like-”

“You said you wanted to hear me talk, and now you're the one running your mouth all over the place.”

She pulls her bottom lip with her teeth. “Fuck-” she curses as her hips meet your thrusts halfway, filling her over and over again.

You drop your mouth down, giving her neck sloppy kisses. “The answer you want to hear so much is that no, I don't treat others the same way that I treat you. Does that make you happy? seeing you're the only one I do that with?”

“Why?” she asks, “Why don't you date me? is there something wrong with me?”

“No,” you immediately say, leaving a bite mark on the side of her neck.

She pushes your shoulder, trying to move you away from her neck and look at your face. “Then why?”

Your hand pushes one of her legs to spread wider before bringing your mouth close to her ear. “Because this is better,” you murmur, burying your face into the side of her neck.

“Better?” she repeats with a scoff. “Better what? you using me for quick sex?”

You push yourself up, your eyes meeting hers. “That's what we agree to, isn't it?” you say. “No strings attached.” It hurts to say, but it's true. “That's what we wanted, what we agreed on. No attachment, no feelings.”

Your hand leaves her hip, moving down to her leg. The heel of her foot is digging into your upper back as you lift her leg, bringing it up over your shoulder, making her body stretch even more.

“So why do you want me to be with you?” you ask, your thrusts speeding up, and the car is starting to rock on its wheels.

“Sh—because I want you, okay?” Her hands slide up your shoulders to scratch your back, her nails marking you. “I fucking want you,” she repeats, her teeth closing on your shirt in an attempt to bite out her anger.

You lift her other leg to place it on your shoulder, getting her to spread her legs as wide as possible. Your hands slide off her legs, curling them around her waist.

“I want you to come home. I want that. I want you in my home, in my bed, in my life. I want us to be together, I want us to be partners, I want-” a strangled moan escapes her lip when you find the right spot, “-I want something more. If you don't feel the same way, please tell me, because I'll leave and let you do whatever you want, but don't keep stringing me along to keep pretending that this is alright.”

Her words hit you hard, and the silence that follows is too loud for your ears, and there's nothing you can do to drown it out.

You know that all relationships have an end, no matter how good, how right, or how good they were. ‘Everything you have is temporary, so enjoy it while you still can.’

You've never felt any attachment to your belongings, and relationships are no different. You can love, and you can hate, but you never felt any need to be attached. To be deeply attached.

But the idea of her leaving you...

You hate that thought. You loathe it with a passion that burns in your soul.

You look at her, seeing her expression soften. Her eyes are locked with yours, and something stirs within you. “You'd really leave?”

“I would,” she whispers, her hands holding tightly onto the back of your shoulder blades, nails threatening to pierce through your shirt and into your skin. “If you tell me that you don't want anything more, that this is all you want… yeah, I'd leave. I'll give up what I have—what I want.”

You feel a pain in your chest, and your stomach churns uncomfortably, because you know, even with the thin excuse of “no strings attached,” you've been selfish. You've used her. And you know, with the same certainty, that any moment without her is going to feel like an unending torture.

“But tell me. Do you want me to stay?” she asks, her hands trail down from your shoulders to your biceps.

You hate that she's asking you such a simple question, but it's also the most complicated one you've ever gotten in your life.

Your hands tighten around her waist, and your eyes burn with tears you'd never let her see. She sees your struggle, and without any mercy, her hand comes up to gently cup your cheek, her thumb wiping away the tears that you didn't even know had fallen.

“I want you to stay,” you manage, but your voice is too quiet, and she doesn't seem to hear it, so you repeat, “I want you to stay,” this time with more confidence.

“Say it again.”

“I want you to stay-” you lean forward, pushing her legs closer to her chest. “I need you to stay.”

Your hips keep the pace, rough and fast, making sure you hit the right spot. Her eyes flutter and her head tilts back when you drive her body up.

“Stay,” you keep on saying the same word every time you hit deep, making her feel you to the hilt before pulling out halfway again.

Stay.

You need to drive this one word into her, pound it into her mind, carve it into her flesh, sear it into her soul. You want to mark her with the sound of your voice and leave her with something even her own madness can't destroy.

You don't know when, but at some point, the line you refused to cross was crossed a long time ago. Now, you want to push even further, to burn down any boundary between you two.

Your words finally fade, and instead, there's just this ragged breathing that's coming from your throat.

You pound her so hard and deep that she can't think straight, all her strength is devoted to that thick cock filling her up. Her thighs tremble around your shoulder, almost closing around you. Her breath comes out in short bursts, she tries to keep her head up to keep her eyes on your face, but with every thrust, the headrest hits the back of her head.

Your eyes flicker over her face, lingering on her half-lidded gaze, her flushed cheeks, and her parted lips, noticing how her eyes do the exact same.

Her eyes keep looking at you, only you, and you wish you could turn away, but there are tears on the corners of her eyes just like yours, and you can't look away from them.

“I love... I love you.”

You hear her words, the words fall from her parted lips straight into your ears, and god—you feel like you're breaking.

Her fingers run over your cheeks, tracing the slope of your cheeks, wiping the sweat that's dripping from your temples. Her hands slide through your hair before they fall, resting back on your biceps, keeping your face close.

“I love you, I love you, I love you. I love you so much-” she cries out, throwing her head back, exposing the column of her neck.

And with that—the last little bit of strength she has left, that one last little bit of willpower to keep holding herself together—all of it shatters like glass, because, in the end, you're all she's ever wanted. Needed.

She lets out a scream before her body stiffens, back arching off the car seat as her thighs tremble, toes curling, fingers digging into your skin. You watch as her juices spray out all over the car seat, her thighs, and your stomach, leaving a messy trail of clear liquid around you.

You realize that she has been calling out your name, and all you can think about is how good your name sounds on her lips.

The windows are completely fogged up, hiding you from any eyes that want to look in, and you are more than thankful that you parked somewhere secluded. If they can hear anything, the windows are shut and the car is completely soundproof.

So you lean into her, and you don't hold back as you push your tongue into her still open mouth, tasting the sounds that leave her, trying to swallow them, and drinking them like you are desperate to devour every little bit of her.

You feel her tongue touch yours, and she pushes herself upwards just enough to kiss you deeply, her hand sliding under your shirt to feel your sweat-slick body.

You slow down your hips, letting her come down, and her legs feel like jelly in your hands as they fall weakly on the side of your hips.

When your tongue leaves her mouth, you feel like leaving a part of yourself behind.

Jinx's hand leaves your damp shirt to wipe the sweat off your forehead before slowly sliding down your face and then moving down over your jaw.

You pull the cock out of her, giving her body a chance to relax and recover without the toy stretching her out. Your knees fall onto the floor, and you wrap your arms around her midriff, resting your head on her chest.

You don't know how long you stay like that, but you don't mind the silence.

You feel her fingers drawing lines across your upper back, up and down, until she reaches your head. She plays with your hair, twisting it softly around her fingers. You are pretty sure she's doing it unconsciously while her eyes stare blankly into the fogged up windows.

“Did you mean it?” you ask after a moment.

“Mean what?”

“This,” you reply, raising your head to look at her face.

Her eyes meet yours, and you think, if you could, you'd spend the rest of your life just looking into them. “That I love you?” She stops playing with your hair, lifting her hand to brush the side of your face. “Yes,” she says simply. “I love you.”

You don't bother asking her why she loves you, it's not a question you need the answer for.

Your head drops back between her breasts, where it's warmer. “I'm sorry, Jinx,” you murmur as your hand starts tracing her ribcage. You hear her hum, her fingers resuming their soft trailing all over your head, playing with your hair. “I think I've been hurting you.”

And like you had hoped, she has enough energy left in her to scoff at the words. “You think?” she says. “I've been hurting, dumbass.”

“I know, I know,” you reply, tilting your head so you can kiss the center of her chest. “I'm being serious.”

She scoffs again, but you hear a soft chuckle under her breath, and you think, that's the sound that you love hearing most. “So am I,” she says. “It hurts, being with you and not being with you. Do you understand that?”

“I think I do.” You raise your head slightly to look at her face. Your chin digs into the valley between her breasts as you meet her gaze.

“You think you do,” she repeats again, and there's a hint of a scoff. “You know, I'd punch you if I weren't so tired.”

“Thank god for that,” you say, and she rolls her eyes at your words.

“And you should be thankful,” she says, flicking your ear.

“I am.” You lean forward, moving higher up to kiss her lips, just a simple and chaste press of lips. “I'm sorry.”

She tries to follow your mouth when you pull away, and you can see the disappointment on her face.

“I'm sorry,” you repeat after another kiss. “I'm a big idiot for treating you unfairly.” You kiss her again and again, each one of them short and sweet, not even trying to deepen the kiss.

“I'm really sorry,” you say again as you kiss her jawline, nipping her skin softly. “I really didn't want to hurt you,” you whisper into her ear before you pull your mouth down and kiss her neck.

She hums, her legs shifting, and you can tell she is starting to feel needy again.

“I was scared,” you confess, moving down her chest, towards her breasts. “I was too afraid of losing you.”

Your mouth closes over one of her hardened nipples, your tongue flicking over the sensitive nub, and her head falls on the seat. Your hand finds the other nipple, your fingers tugging and pinching it and you hear her moan your name. Your mouth moves from one to the other, sucking on all that soft, smooth skin.

She digs her nails into your head, and then you pull away. Your mouth travels over the valley of her cleavage, giving her pale skin the attention it needs.

You continue leaving hickeys all over her torso, kissing and nipping on her skin, your hands roaming over her body, sliding over the slope of her waist, the slight dip of her middle, the ridges of her ribs. You kiss her ribs and all the way down to her stomach, the muscles in her abdomen jump every time you kiss close to her navel.

Her hand is tugging on your hair, trying to bring your face up towards hers, but you ignore her efforts and move your mouth down her body.

“I'm sorry,” you repeat, your fingers digging into her thighs as you kiss every inch of her until you reach her hips. She gasps, her knees trying to keep together, and you gently run your fingers over her inner thighs, kissing her sensitive skin.

“I didn't want to admit it, but I don't want to lose what I don't have.” You kiss the side of her thigh, running your nose in soft circles, feeling her muscles twitch. “You'd keep me at arm's length, and I'd hold you at arm's length. I thought that it was easier that way.”

Her thighs are trembling by the time your mouth reaches the top of her thighs, only to skip her still soaked, sensitive pussy.

“You-” she gasps, “-you were-” her words are cut short when you sink your teeth into her inner thigh and bite hard, leaving a mark that's going to darken into a deep purple soon. “-were a jerk.” She tries to bring her thighs together, but you place your hand on her knee, keeping her legs open.

You let go of her thigh and kiss over the bite, soothing the skin with your tongue before moving your mouth and kissing the other. “I was,” you say, your hands sliding under her thighs, bringing her legs over your shoulders, making her even more open to you. “I was a fool.”

You run your tongue over her inner thighs, kissing right near her clit, but you skip it, leaving it untouched as she keeps letting out breathless whimpers.

“You were.” Her hands reach down, and you let her pull you back up. You hover over her, and she runs her fingers on your jaw, to your cheek, and finally to your chin, holding your face gently. “I want more than quick sex in the car,” she says softly. “I need more than that. It's not fair to me or-”

“Or to me?” you finish for her. “I know.” It's not fair to either of you. You turn your head and kiss her palm.

“And you-” she gives your face a little shake. “I'm not going to play the fool for you anymore,” she states. “I'm not going to pretend that I'm okay with being tossed to the side or with you ignoring me. I just want you to be honest with me. I'm tired of you acting like you don't want me.”

“I do,” you say, feeling her legs crossing around your waist. “I do want you. I've been wanting you.”

“Then be with me.”

It's that simple.

She just wants you, just you.

“Be with me” she repeats, “no more excuses or lies for being scared or stupid. Be with me, have me, I'm right here.”

You look at her, at her face, her expression, her eyes... and you don't need another explanation. Because, this? This is what has been between you two the whole time.

“Okay,” you say, and it feels like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders, making your body feel lighter. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she replies without hesitation, but before she can say another word, you lean down and press another kiss on her lips.

You know this can't solve everything, not right away. But you want to try and take it.

Because you do love her, and how can you not? She is beautiful and complicated, and she drives you mad more often than not, and she makes you feel things you never thought you would feel, but she does—and you do love her—and if she wants you to be with her, then you are going to try.

For both of you.

And you show her how you love her. You show her with your mouth, your lips, teeth, and tongue. You show her your want and need and desire, but you also try to make your touch and every kiss as soft as you can.

Her hands slide over your face, her fingers wrapping over your ears as she leans up to respond to the kiss, pulling you closer. Her mouth opens to yours, gently bringing your tongue against hers.

You feel her teeth on your lips, and she bites it softly before she finally lets go of you. “Be with me,” she murmurs, her thumb brushing over your bottom lip.

“I will be,” you promise, pressing another kiss on her lips, and she smiles against your mouth. “I'm with you.”

She hums. “I'm not letting you go."

That's all you needed to hear. All of that fear—it still stings in the back of your mind. But for the first time, it's small enough to ignore.

“No?” you ask, pulling away.

“No.”

“Not ever?”

“Not ever.”

“Never ever?”

“Never ever ever,” she echoes, and the words are enough to make you smile. “I'm going to make you sick of me.”

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jnxsdoll · 3 days ago

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whatever you say, ma’am 🧎‍♀️

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sweetsuitwitch · 2 days ago

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RAHH THIS IS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT, WRITING AS WE SPEAK

art from: @notjawaura on Twitter/X

HEAR ME OUT PLEASE HEAR ME OOOOUTA🙏 I need them so bad to fucking use me like their damn dollll

DO WE SEE THE VISION????? YOU GUYSS SEE IT???JINX WRITERS PLEASEEEEEE I NEED THEM BOTH

if someone does it can you please tag me pretty please!:3

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insomniadreamzz · 2 days ago

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Boss!reader x mechanic! or inginir!Jinx? Or just anything with reader being a boss to Jinx xd (and she is a brat seducing her boss)

Wanting your attention

Fem!Reader boss x car mechanic!Jinx

Modern AU/Smut/Spanking/Oral/Jinx receiving/Brat taming/little rough sex

(No proofread)

You had a car repair shop, being very proud of the fact that you built this up on your own. Many people tried to make fun of you in the past, thinking you won’t get far as a female car mechanic but you managed to be successful, having your own employees. Sometimes you were still repairing cars on your own or tuning them but most of the time you were in your office, taking care of the paperwork.

There was one employee who always tried to get your attention in a special way though. It was Jinx, a blue haired girl who loved to be bratty especially around you, not caring if you were her boss or not. Something about her behavior had a special effect on you tho, plus Jinx was very talented, she was one of the reasons you were this successful.

You were in the middle of sorting out some papers as you heard a manic laugh echoing through the room, looking up from the paper you were holding in your hands you saw her, blue braids swaying as she walked towards you, wearing a white top that was soaked with water, showing off her nipples. She always had the zip of her working clothes open to be as revealing as possible to you. She did it on purpose for a long time but you always managed to resist her.

„Jinx, what the hell happened to you?“ You asked as you looked at her in confusion, she only chuckled as she sat on your desk, not caring about her clothes being dirty with oil. „Actually nothing! I repaired and cleaned the car just like the customer wanted! Now I have a little time left before the next customer will come so I thought I am gonna see what my boss is doing?“ Of course she said with a teasing tone in her voice as she leaned forward, almost forcing you to look at her chest. It wasn’t a big surprise for you that she didn’t wear a bra under her top.

„You should clean only the car, not yourself too. I am busy right now as you can see…“ You tried to ignore the urge to stare, focusing back on your papers.

„Ugh…come on! A little accident can happen.“ She replied, frowning when she noticed her teasing didn’t work again as always. Something snapped this time inside of her, making her jump off your desk and straddling your lap, snatching the paper out of your hands which made you groan in frustration. „Jinx! I really need to work and you do too.“

„Do I need to? As I said the next customer will come in an hour and I didn’t call the other one yet that his car is finished so we have plenty of time.“ She really had a point, having her with you would probably be the better option since leaving her alone can result into chaos. You sighed, leaning back on your chair as you looked up at her, her pink eyes staring into your soul as she grabbed your chin all of a sudden, forcing you to stay still. „How many more months…years do I have to try to get your attention? Stop being so ignorant.“ Jinx mentioned which made you huff in response, you were just doing what felt the best to you, your mind telling you that getting closer to her won’t be the right thing. You are her boss and Jinx your employee. „I am ignorant? Maybe you should stop being so bratty and seduce your boss huh?“ You couldn’t help but smirk after saying that.

Jinx noticed your smirk, making her feel more confident as she leaned closer, your lips almost touching. „Maybe you should turn off your brain then Miss…and listen to what you really want.“ She whispered close to your lips, making you clench your fists as you tried to deny her but something about her just made you weak at some point. „You really are impossible…“ You whispered before finally giving in, your arms pulling her closer as your lips touched, getting lost into a deep kiss, Jinx smiling into the kiss, happy she finally got what she always wanted.

„Fuck…you are such a tease…“ You mumble after pulling away, her only smirking at you, your gaze moving down to her wet top, groping her breasts through the wet fabric, thumbs rubbing her sensitive nipples which made her moan out in response. „God…I wanted this for so long…“ She whined, pressing herself more into the palms of your hands, wanting to feel you more but you had other plans, making her get off your lap and flipping her over so Jinx was bending over your desk now, gasping in surprise. „I didn’t forget about how bratty you were all the time to me…brats need to be punished. As your boss I should teach you a lesson…“ You said, taking off Jinx’s working clothes, revealing her bare ass to you. „Damn…no underwear?“

She chuckled at your question. „Yeah…I have to be always ready for you~“

That was enough for you, a squeak escaped Jinx‘s lips when you smacked her ass, the sounds coming from her made your own core tingle. „Mhh…you need to learn how to be a good girl then.“ You mentioned before smacking her ass more, spanking her several times, making her ass all red and sore, her screams getting more higher pitched with each smack, her wetness dripping down her inner thighs, making your mouth water. „Fuck…are you still gonna be bratty huh?“ You ask with a teasing voice, Jinx only chuckling in response. „A-Ah…heh…f-fuck you for making my ass so sore…“ She said in between her panting, purposely wanting to make you mad and it worked. You wrap one of her braids around your hand, pulling on it while you keep on spanking her with your other hand, making her moan and squeal in pain mixed with the pleasure she felt by it, her legs squeezing together.

Jinx got to a point where she couldn’t anymore, her ass stinging of pain, arching her back as you kept pulling on her braid, finally making her beg. „O-Okay!…okay okay ah!-hah!…please stop. Please I am your good girl I promise I am gonna be good.“ She mumbled in between her panting, making you let go of her, satisfied with her answer.

Once you let go, you turned Jinx around, making her lay on her back still on your working desk, her cheeks red and eyes teary, the perfect view for you. „That’s my good girl. I like you that way.“ You mentioned, taking off her wet top and tossing it away before your mouth found one of her breasts, licking and sucking on it while your hand played with the other, her hips jerking up, wanting to feel you down there while she moaned and whined, her nails digging into the skin of your back, making you groan. „Ugh…fuck! Please stop teasing me. Please I need you. Fuck me right now, right here.“ She begged once again and how could you deny her. It was impossible to do so. You wanted her just as much so you finally gave her what she wanted all the time.

You lowered your head, burying your head between her legs as you ran your tongue through her wet folds, moaning at the good taste. Her taste really was addicting and you wanted more, licking and sucking on her clit, her moans echoing through your office but you didn’t care anymore at this point, you just wanted to eat her out and make her cum, tongue slipping inside her to give her more pleasure. „Oh fuck! Your tongue feels so good. I always wanted this…I wanted you so much!“ She moaned out, her voice a little shaky, legs trying to squeeze around your head but you managed to hold her legs open as you ate her out like crazy. Jinx felt her wet cunt clench around your tongue, grabbing your hair as she pulled your face closer into her pussy, making you realize she was close and it didn’t take long for her to cum, having a leg shaking orgasm as she rolled her eyes back, moaning loudly.

You licked up her cum and placed a kiss on her clit, making her twitch a little because of how sensitive her clit was. Panting heavily. „That’s my good girl.“ You praise her with a smile, pulling her up into your arms.

Soon when she calmed down, Jinx realized what just happened, making her smile like crazy. „Heh…you are mine now right?“ She said and you already knew she finally had you.

„Finish your job for today and we meet up at my place. I am not done with you.“ You said, wanting to ruin her even more but this time at a more comfortable place.

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fortunxa · 8 days ago

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VIDEO CONNECTION . . . (nsfw)

# cw. virtual sex, masturbation, dirty talk, teasing, taunting(?), praising, fwb(?), yearning, smut with plot, modern au. mdni .ᐟ.ᐟ

# wc. 2.4k

—inspired by . . . Girls on the Internet ♪♫♪

Jinx had always been reckless, but this? this is a whole new kind of thrill.

you had met online months ago—just another faceless username in a sea of them. a random server, a few playful insults, and somehow, you had become her person—the one she stayed up with, the one who made her stomach tighten with anticipation every time her phone chimed with a new message.

the video calls had started off innocent, too; late-night conversations, inside jokes, teasing comments that made you both linger a little too long. then curiosity crept in. you wanted to know what Jinx looked like when she stretched in the morning, all soft and sleepy. she wanted to see you fresh out of the shower, hair damp, skin glistening. you tested the waters with small slips—a bare shoulder here, a flash of skin there—until the tension was unbearable.

one dare turned into a challenge, a stolen glimpse into a full view. and now? now, there are no secrets left between you.

and tonight is no different.

Jinx sits back against the headboard, one leg bent, the other stretched out, her laptop positioned just right, the glow of the screen casting a soft light over her bare skin. the only thing she’s wearing is a loose tank top, thin enough to show the faintest outline of her nipples, and a pair of vibrant blue lace panties that ride high on her hips—just enough to cover, just enough to tease, meant to be seen; she’s barely bothering to keep up the pretense of modesty.

she drums her fingers against her thigh, anticipation curling hot in her stomach. she had been waiting for this all day, her needy cunt dampening her underwear and begging to be played with.

you always unwind together, always let the other watch. touching yourselves with nothing but pixels and distance between you, whispering things you shouldn’t, making each other feel without ever actually feeling.

she had never met you in person, never once felt your skin or breathed the same air. Jinx has never been shy, but you have a way of making her feel exposed, even when she isn’t stripping down in front of the camera.

the screen flickers, and you appear; hair tumbling over your bare shoulders, lips already parted, skin warm and flushed from the heat of your bedroom. you’re wearing that robe again—deep red, barely held together by the loosest of ties, leaving just enough to make her wish she could reach through the screen and pull it open herself.

you look wreckable, and you want to be—she knows that.

“damn,” she murmurs, licking her rosy lips. “you didn’t waste any time, huh?”

your smirk is slow as your gaze drags over her image on the screen, wanting. “neither did you.”

Jinx shifts, deliberately dragging her fingers up her bare thigh, watching your eyes follow the movement.

she wanted to be good. really, she did; she told herself she’d start with something sweet, ask you how your day was, maybe even tease a little before getting to the part she’d been thinking about since the moment she woke up.

but fuck, you’re right there, looking so soft, so warm, so fucking tempting, and her patience is gone. her tongue darts out to wet her lips, voice dropping into something low, hungry. “you waiting for me to ask nicely, or…?”

you tilt your head, eyes glinting with something wicked. “you could ask nicely.”

she scoffs. “not my style.”

your grin widens as your fingers slip beneath the edge of your robe, parting the fabric just a little more—just enough to tease. “then maybe i’ll make you work for it.”

Jinx just chuckles, genuinely amused this time and completely unbothered because you always say that—you’re usually the first to break, too. “sure you will,” she drawls, her smirk deepening. “go on, trouble. make me.”

you narrow your eyes, the flicker of indignation in them only making her smirk grow. cocky little shit, always so sure of herself.

but you’re not giving up just yet. you lean forward, chest pressing subtly toward the laptop, adjusting the webcam just enough to let her see the way two of your fingers slip between your lips. you hum softly, coating them in warm, wet heat before pulling them out with a quiet, obscene little pop. her gaze darkens instantly.

you trail your slick digits slowly down the valley of your breasts, dragging moisture over flushed skin, watching Jinx watch you. “bet you wish you could touch me right now,” you press on, voice soft and airy, deliberately pornographic. you want her to feel it, to ache for it.

her smirk twitches, her cocky composure wavering just slightly. her pupils are blown wide, her chest rising and falling just a little too fast “you have no idea,” she mutters, voice rough.

your lips curve, heat pooling in your stomach at the way she’s looking at you, at the hunger there. “oh, i think i do.”

she exhales sharply, her fingers twitching against the sheets. “you gonna show me?”

“you first.”

Jinx sighs, feigning disappointment. “so demanding.”

“so stubborn.”

she only grins in return, dragging the moment out, making you wait. instead of stripping fully, she lifts her shirt a little higher—her fingers skimming over her stomach, tracing lazy circles against soft and creamy skin, dipping dangerously low.

so close, but not quite.

“i love when you try to play this game,” she murmurs, her voice a slow, delicious drawl. “really, i do.”

the shift in control is so quick you barely catch it before it’s slipping through your fingers. she feels your resolve waver, and that smug, knowing look is back in full force. “i’ll give you one more chance,” she says, tilting her head. “be a good girl and give in now, and i might go easy on you.”

you suck in a breath, pulse hammering in your throat. you could keep fighting, keep teasing, keep pretending you have the upper hand; but Jinx knows you too fucking well.

you exhale slowly before reaching for the sash of your robe. the silk slips open, revealing smooth, bare skin beneath. “happy now?” you groan, falling back against your pillows.

she drags her teeth over her bottom lip, eyes locked onto your every movement. “getting there.” god, she hates that there’s a screen between you—that you’re right there, and yet still untouchable.

“your turn.”

she shivers as she lets her hand drift lower, lazily pulling her knees toward her chest. “you gonna watch real close for me?” her voice is candy-sweet, purposefully cheeky.

“wouldn’t miss a thing,” you rasp, gripping your sheets in anticipation.

her smirk deepens. good.

“you know,” Jinx purrs, her voice laced with amusement, “there are people out there who’d drop a stupid amount of cash on a camgirl for a show like this.” she pauses, manicured nails dragging over the lacy material of her panties. “but me? i do it just for you.” she pulls the fabric upward, between her puffy folds, whining softly as it digs into her needy clit.

you whimper. actually whimper just from that alone. “fuck.”

“already?” she can feel the weight of your attention, and she relishes it. “you like seeing me like this?”

you swallow hard, fingers moving in slow, teasing circles over your own skin, making yourself shudder. “just keep going.” you want her hands on you, slow and cruel fingers exploring your body like she has all the time in the world. watching her through the screen, the way her hips are rolling lazily against the fabric of her panties, bottom lip caught between her teeth as she grins at you—it’s not enough.

she hums in pleasure, finally releasing the material with a shaky sigh. “tell me what you’re thinking.”

you inhale sharply, eyes locked onto Jinx like you want to devour her. “i’m thinking about how much i hate this distance.”

she chuckles, breathless. “no shit.”

you smirk back, but it falters as your hand moves again, a quiet gasp slipping past your lips as you unceremoniously sink a finger past your aching entrance.

her eyes widen. “fuck. you’re already—”

you nod, eyelids fluttering, and she groans as she finally sheds her loose top to give you something to really look at, pink nipples already hardened and begging for attention. “wish it was me?”

“so bad.” your breath hitches as her perky tits come into view, admiring the way the blue clouds of her tattoo curl above her right nipple; you figure it must’ve hurt getting it done, but you know she enjoyed every second of it—probably let out a small whimper at some point, too.

she hooks her thumbs under the elastic clinging to her hips, planting her feet on the bed as she finally slides her panties down her thighs, kicking them off. “bet you’re so wet for me.”

you moan, pushing your finger deeper as she displays her pink cunt, spreading her own slick folds so you can have your fill. “come on, pretty girl,” she coaxes, voice honeyed and slow. “don’t you wanna let me see?”

you barely hesitate before you scoot closer, letting her see just how much you want this, how much you want her.

“you getting shy on me now?” she tuts, collecting her moisture and dragging it upward, playing with her sensitive bud. “add one more.”

your body tenses at the command, and you comply, easily stuffing a second finger in. she lets out a quiet, satisfied hum, her gaze locked onto every tiny movement, every shift of your hips, every sharp inhale.

“that’s it. good fucking girl,” she murmurs. “feel me?”

“mmm, yeah,” you exhale sharply, your body twitching as you pump in and out at a steady rhythm. “i do.”

she mewls as she applies more pressure against herself, slowly spiraling from the image alone. “how’s it feel?”

you tilt your head back, fully sinking into it. “like your hands are all over me.”

“they would be.”

you whimper, pleasure curling in your gut at the thought of Jinx’s touch instead of your own, her body pressing you down, making you take it. but it’s just you and the screens between you, the grainy flicker of video quality that blurs her edges but never dulls the intensity in her eyes. “where would you touch me first?”

she exhales, free hand trailing to her chest and pinching a hardened peak, before rolling it between her thumb and index finger, mewling like a needy cat from the added stimulation. “mhm, here… and then—” her back arches softly as she teases her tiny hole with shallow thrusts, like she’s touching you instead. “here.”

you let out a ragged breath, your body tightening. “Jinx—”

“look at you,” she murmurs, her fingers moving a little faster. “fucking yourself for me. so needy.” how ironic, you think.

your thighs press together for a second before you force them back open, knowing she’s watching. “shut up,” you mutter, but your voice shakes, pleasure fraying the edges of your words.

“you wish i was stretching you out instead?” she presses, voice dripping with mock sympathy, filthy and thick with heat. “mhm, i know you do.”

you groan, your free hand fisting into the sheets to anchor yourself.

“easy, baby,” she croons, her teasing momentarily softening as your frustration spills over. but her voice—low, syrup-thick—only makes it worse. “wish it was your mouth instead.”

she leans in slightly, her eyes locking onto the webcam with a sharp, predatory gleam, like she’s seeing you, like she’s right there. “wish I could ride that pretty tongue,” she breathes, her lips curling into something downright sinful. but then her voice dips into that slow, taunting drawl again. “you’d love that, wouldn’t you? getting me all messy, still tasting me hours later?”

you’re grateful for your vivid imagination—because right now, you can practically taste her. you imagine it would be rich and heady, intoxicating. salty-sweet, like sweat-dampened skin kissed by heat. you can almost feel the way her juices would linger, sticky and warm, a sinful kind of aftertaste that would make you chase it, again and again, never quite satisfied, never quite finished.

your movements grow frantic, your body desperate, chasing something just out of reach. “you’ll ruin me,” you gasp, your voice breaking, raw with need.

she lets out a sweet, knowing chuckle. because of course she will—the screen between you is nothing but a temporary barrier to something inevitable.

“go faster,” you whimper pleadingly, needing her to feel it, needing her to match you.

and Jinx—despite all her previous teasing—obeys instantly, fingers thrusting into her needy hole and pulling wet squelching sounds from it, arousal dripping onto the sheets below. her whole body shudders at the image of you on top of her, taking what you need, fucking using her.

you let out a soft hum in response, low and breathy. “feel good, baby?”

she groans, brows knitting together as she feels the way her stomach clenches, the way every muscle in her body coils tight like a bowstring about to snap. “you know it does.”

“you gonna come with me?” your eyes flutter shut for a moment before snapping back open, locking onto hers through the screen. “you look so fucking pretty when you do.” her hips jerk under her own touch, and you press on, “pretend i’m right there—pretend i’m inside you.”

she whimpers, her whole body shaking now. “i’m—oh fuck—”

your pulse is pounding in your ears, your body thrumming, her every movement sending heat through your veins. your breaths tangle through the speakers, sharp and uneven, and you can feel yourself slipping, muscles tensing tighter and tighter—

and then she moans, soft and wrecked, and you hold back just enough to catch a glimpse of her face twisting in pleasure before you follow. your back arches, breath hitching in your throat as the world shatters in a rush of heat and white noise.

somewhere through the haze, Jinx hears her name spilling from your lips, breathy and desperate, like she’s right there, pressed against you, instead of miles away.

for a long moment, there’s only the distant hum of the laptop and the sound of breathing—heavy, shaky, spent—as you ride the same wave that crashed over the both of you.

“holy shit,” she pants, voice wrecked as she drags a hand through her messy hair. “i felt you.”

you let out a breathless laugh, watching as her juices trail down to her peach-shaped ass, glistening in the faint glow of her screen, wishing you could be the one to lick her clean. “mmm. that good, huh?”

Jinx finally cracks a lazy, exhausted grin. “imagine how much better it’ll be when i’m actually there.” she exhales sharply, taking in the sight of you—flushed, glowing, perfect.

your gaze darkens, lips curling into something wicked.

“then hurry the fuck up and come get me.”

oh, she would.

the idea was there, execution debatable 🩷

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floralblur · 2 days ago

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𝔘𝔭 𝔱𝔬 𝔑𝔬 𝔊𝔬𝔬𝔡 。

5 minutes with jinx. nsfw 🩶

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“are you gonna tell me what you want or will you just keep staring?”, jinx probes, leaning on the bed with her legs dangling off the edge. her eyes cut right through, like theyre the only thing in the room when you’re looking at her. she’s looking up at you and waiting for you to just say it, to give in and describe all the fantasies you have running around your mind, but for your last shred of dignity, you cross your arms and scoff.

“you know exactly what i want. i don’t even need to say it! you always love to play games with me so maybe i’ll just walk away this time…” as you start stepping backwards slowly. by your hip, you’re instantly pulled forward to her, transfixed in her hands, the edge of her metal finger pinching your skin. “call it whatever you want. but you’re not going anywhere. you’re mine. okay?” of course, you’re already wanting her to show you all the ways you belong to her, blushing and getting weak knees at the thought of it.

she stands up from the bed, spinning you and laying you down in a quick motion, getting on top until she’s straddling your hips. her eyes flash darker while she moves herself back and forth on you, creating friction in all the right places, her hands wandering your exposed, hot skin pressing indents into them with her nails, one hand on your waist and another around your throat. she leans down to adjust her position, breathing heavily, whining quietly. moving the hand from your throat, she shifts it to the crook of your neck to stroke your skin, reaching up in into your hair and squeezing. the gradual pain makes you arch up and moan a little more, but the feeling subsided once she stops moving, getting so close to your ear. “repeat after me, and if you hesitate, i’ll stop. got it?” in your lustful daze, you mindlessly nod at her request, itching to keep her grinding against your body, but that just won’t do. “repeat every fucking word,” tugging at your hair again eliciting a whine and nods of acknowledgement.

a devilish grin sweeps across her face as you look at her from below, awaiting instruction obediently. “i’m yours, forever and always.” this one seems easy, you repeat it back to her sweetly, unsure where she intends to go.

her voice gets even quieter next to your ear, as she says each word with the lightness of a feather, “i’m your slut and i need you to make me come right now,” halts you in your tracks for a moment. not because it isn’t true but saying it in words, out loud? you stutter out “i’m your-” before she starts mockingly tutting at you in disapproval, crossing her arms and sitting back up. “tell me how bad you want me to fuck you or it’s not gonna happen. my rules.” you try to get the upper hand by pushing your body up and moving your leg to get around her for leverage but she’s firmly holding them down, taunting you. “awww baby… dont try and cheat you way out of this,” causing you to groan in frustration muttering “fuck..” under your breath. “i know you could probably touch yourself and finish just by looking at me, but i won’t touch you,” she leans in to stare into your eyes, meaning every word - “i won’t have my fingers inside you, thrusting you until you’re drenched, while im biting your soft perfect skin if you don’t tell me you’re my dumb little toy.” she giggles uncontrollably feeling you squirm underneath her, relishing in the power she holds over you. “i won’t do anything you have wet dreams about if you don’t tell me you’re my whore.”

you’re still thinking which you should even say, but it feels so vulnerable to say out loud, whispering to dampen the feeling, “i’m your.. dumb little.. whore…” but yet she still isn’t pleased. jinx is oh-so particular. “nuh uh… say it with a little more need, or i’ll think you just don’t want me anymore. and you wouldn’t want that when i can hear you heart through your chest hmm?” with every word she exposes you more and more, and the more her nails clamp into your skin to stop you, the more desperate you feel to ease the aching of your clit, and through some gritted teeth you call yourself her toy with a little more conviction. for each time you repeat it, she moans to herself, starting to rub herself on you again, muscles tense and maintaining the pressure of her hands on your body.

“see? it wasn’t so hard to be obedient, was it? i’ve been a little brat but… you’ve been such a good girl so i’ll reward you now…” her hand creeping down your stomach and between your legs, through your underwear to your clit. her middle fingers slide in so easily you can hear it, while she whines with every thrust, occasionally taking them out to stare into your eyes with desire while she tastes you, soaking it up from the knuckle to the tip of her finger.

she continues working you down there with another finger this time, stretching you out and sending you into a frenzy a little more, biting the skin of your collarbone, pinching your stomach and whispering how wet you are, how good you taste. “you look so fucking good when you take me inside you, such a dumb puppy for me, moaning so loud,” and you’re nodding, moaning mindlessly for her, begging her to not stop, “p-please jinx, ngh, keep fucking me like that, i’m so wet and fucking needy, please,”, hands clawing at her back, running up through her loose wavy hair. the closer you get to finishing the more she notices and starts to slow down, forcing you to beg more and more. “so fucking mean, stop edging me, please just let me finish, please,” with tears in your eyes, overstimulated from being right there for so long with no reward.

she bites her lips and taps them with wet fingers covered in your cum, pondering what to do with you, while you writhe and grind any surface. ”hmm… i’m so mean? do you wanna stop then? because i can stop…” lazily licking the pads of her fingers. you start to move your hands down to yourself in desperation, causing her to move them away and hold them above your head. she’s arched back down to your body, your chests grazing each other’s. “don’t play games with me. i know how to make you feel good.”

she moves one of her hands down to your mouth, forcing it open, pressing her fingers to your tongue. “taste how fucking good you are,” closing your mouth and moving her fingers in and out, watching you take it from base to tip before sloppily kissing you on the mouth, with loud moans. her now wetter hand goes inside you again and the warmth of her inside you forces your body into overdrive, moaning into every kiss, begging for it when your lips aren’t touching. “oh fuck, i’m so close, mmf- please, i’m your dumb fucking toy, keep fucking me like that,” making her go faster and slower, changing pace for what noises she wants to hear you make, running your hand up and down her abdomen when she sits up. the longer she goes on the longer you cant take it, until you’re shaking and feel like the galaxies have imploded, your legs shaking under her body, dripping and sighing out of breath.

she leans down and kisses you softly around your face, on your lips and cheek, nose and forehead. “such a good girl for me, aren’t you,” and “you’re my everything” making your heart swell and you shy away in embarrassment.. but to be cherished like this? well it’s all you’ve ever wanted.

⊹˚.

i wrote this at 3am for a friend <3

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antl3rqueen · 1 day ago

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18+ somnophilia with jinx

you were currently asleep. jinx was wide awake lay next to you. she couldn't sleep, not knowing you were right next to her sleeping blissfully unaware whilst she was trying to resist the urge to touch you.

jinx knew it was wrong. she knew she shouldn't be a perv but she just couldn't help herself. her hands gently push the blanket off of your body, exposing you lying there in your little tank top and shorts.

jinx swore you were just asking for it. your nipples were poking through your thin shirt, causing her mouth to go dry. her fingers gently ran over them, her other hand moving to lift your shirt so your breasts were exposed to her view.

she shifted so she was now straddling your thigh, her hands resting on your breasts as she begins to gently rock her hips into your thigh, giving her clit delicious friction.

jinx continued to hump your thigh, using your body for her pleasure. her movements started to get sloppy with the more pleasure she felt, her hands squeezing and tugging on your tits.

she was too focused on chasing her high that she didn't notice you starting to stir, your brows furrowing as you’re met with the sight of jinx on top of you, rutting against your thigh like a bitch in heat. "jinx?"

jinx didn't care that you had woken up and caught her, she was so close to cumming and nothing would stop her. "shh, stay still f'me." jinx whines, her hands moving to grip your hips to steady herself as she felt herself getting close.

"yes! fuck, toots!" jinx's mouth falls open in a silent moan as she feels her orgasm overtake her, saliva dribbling out of her lips and onto your lower stomach. she gradually slows her movements, her hand wiping away her drool from her chin. "m' sorry, i just couldn't help myself..."

#jinx arcane #jinx smut #wlw smut #arcane smut #drabble

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sweetsuitwitch · 2 days ago

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art credits: @notjawaura from Twitter:) and cress to the art link I put in here : @wtimetravelgentlemen-notsfw TAGS : Selfscest sorta? idk dont look into it - switch!jinx- switch!powder- sex toys- scissoring-Slight bondage- rough sex- soft sex

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . Jinx slowly got up from the hard-ass floor in a daze, not even 5 minutes ago she was in her hideout, messing around with runes and stolen hex-tech crystals and now she was in some bright, sunny alleyway which looked so similar to zaun...but healthier and thriving? she wasnt used to such sun and fresh air. "What the fuck?" She mumbled to herself, instinctively grabbing her gun to protect herself in whatever messed up-alternate universe she had tripped into, extremely on edge before she heard the side door of the alley open, she pointe date gun at whoever was there before furrowing her brows in confusion at who it was. "Uhhhh..who are you?" The other girl trailed off, unsure wether to panic or alert vander considering her doppelgänger had a gunpointed right at her. Jinx froze at the uncanny sight. She slowly scanned the person before her, realizing the woman looked almost exactly like her...but taller, fuller and healthier...she was almost jealous. "Who the hell are you?" She demanded, her expression cautious and defensive. "I asked first! You stole my face!" Powder exclaimed, despite being terrified and weirded out, it was odd that they were so similar yet so different, her voice was softer and collected while the other girl's was broken and high-pitched. "You stole mine!" "I was here first!" "Shut up and tell me where I am before I blow your head off." Jinx said snarkily, still holding tightly onto her gun to prove her point as she stepped closer. "zaun? where else?" Powder huffed, motioning over to their sunny surroundings as she looked the other woman up and down, subtly grabbing a shard of glass from the wall. she dints and a chance next to a gun but she had to try, she didnt plan on getting murdered by a ripoff Harley Quinn version of herself. "Yeah, smartass, I know I'm in Zaun. I meant which Zaun, I know damn well my home isnt piltover 2.0" "And put that glass down. You don't wanna do anything you'll regret." Powder sneered but reluctantly threw the shard at the ground, which resulted in jinx lowering the gun which almost gave her a small sense of comfort. Almost. She may have looked similar to her, but they were clearly very different. This girl seemed broken and shellshocked, which made her feel a small sense of pity for her. "Im Powder, okay? calm down...im not gonna hurt you, you might be a fucked-up copy of me but you gotta trust me." That caught jinx off guard, Powder? she was powder! well, used to be anyways. She didn't wanna trauma dump on her clone so she just acted as if she wasnt fighting demons in her head. "Im jinx, stands for jinx. And I'm not a copy, 'kay? I'm still my own person." She said, her tone tinged with sarcasm and an up-beat tone to mock her other self. "Jinx? like, bad luck? who calls themselves that?" Powder snickered, sitting on one of the bigger crates as she tilted her head , it was interesting seeing what she would've turned into if just a few details changed... "Me. I do." Jinx snapped back, clearly not amused by Powder's mockery. She gritted her teeth. "Listen, girly, in my world, 'bad luck' fits me pretty damn well. So you'd better shut your pretty little mouth , because you dont know shit about what ive been through." She took another step forwards, still holding onto her gun. She couldn't bring herself to fully trust this cheerful, carefree version of herself. She was too different from her, almost the complete opposite, she couldnt help but lash out at her, why did she have to get screwed over? why couldnt she have a perfect life?

"you dont have to be so jealous..like yeah I know you look messed up but dont take it out on me just because you like being off the rails." Powder snapped at the comment, she tried to be nice... but this alternate version of her was just pressing all the right buttons. "Oh, yeah, I'm just seething with jealousy here, sweetheart." Jinx sarcastically fired back, rolling her eyes at Powder's comment, she took another step forward, getting into her personal space as she rested the barrel of her gun on her thigh. "You wanna know why I'm ‘off the rails’? Cause life in my Zaun ain't as sunshine and rainbows as it is in yours, Powder." She ridiculed, sure maybe she felt a bit bad scaring herself, powder was weak anyways, she'd always known that. "What? You scared, Powder?" She said, her tone mocking as she took another step closer, closing the distance between them. She could feel the fear radiating off her, which only fueled her determination to intimidate the carefree girl. "C'mon, don't go all soft on me, you were being pretty mouthy just a minute ago."

Powder made a hasty choice and grabbed the gun tightly before throwing the other girl down on the ground, straddling jinx as she shoved the gun away from her and pinned her down.

"Im not scared of you, so stop it!" She hated getting talked down to.

Jinx's eyes widened in surprise as Powder threw her down onto the ground. She landed hard, the wind knocked out of her for a moment. She struggled for a couple seconds before realizing she was pinned under the other girl.

She let out a frustrated huff, her cheeks slightly flushed as she looked up at Powder, who was now straddling her. She squirmed, trying to break free, but Powder had a firm grip on her.

"Get off me, you little-"

Powder interrupted jinx by shoving a rag from her pocket into her mouth, she didnt know what she was going to do with her alternate self but she certainly couldnt risk getting her found by any of her family...

"be quiet and dont try to kill me."

She huffed, grabbing her wrists and getting up as she dragged her through the alley and into the the last drop, "sorry."

She mumbled , accidentally banging jinx's head on one of the many stairs as she walked up to her room, she was so lucky nobody was there and it was closed, it would be hard to explain her predicament. Jinx let out a muffled groan as she banged her head on one of the stairs, wincing in pain. She tried to swear through the gag, but it came out as a series of incoherent mumbles as she was dragged through the bar...it felt like home, but also strangely empty, she felt like crying but she didnt. Powder closed and locked the door to her room before deciding to tie jinx up to her white vanity, considering she was still armed and dangerous.

"Sweet janna, what am I doing? theres no way this is real, maybe If I just went to sleep she'll disappear and then I can giggle with Mylo and Claggor about the craziest dream over brunch...they already think im odd! it wouldnt matter! "

She talked to herself, pacing up and down her room as she took off her accessories and set them down in one of the drawers of her vanity, while

Jinx rolled her eyes, unable to do much else but squirm in her binds and be forced to listen to Powder's rambling, a mixture of annoyance and fascination in her expression. She shook her head as best as she could, trying to regain the other girl's attention.She grunted and mumbled something through the gag, clearly desperate to communicate and get home.

"Sorry, kinda forgot about you, just gimme a few more minutes of silence."

She said, waving the tied-up girl off as she undid her space buns and brushed through the small tangles and went to her closet and picked out some pajamas and lied them out on her bed.

She started to clean up, trying her best to ignore her other self. "Turn awa- err... close your eyes, im gonna change."

She ordered, taking off her top as she replaced it with a black tank top and fuzzy pajama pants, she just wanted to curl up in bed and sleep at this point.

Jinx rolled her eyes, unable to do anything but listen to Powder's instructions. She grudingly turned her head away, trying to respect the other girl's privacy as best as she could, although she couldn't help but peek at her through the corner of her eye.

Her gaze caught sight of Powder's body, she silently cursed herself for finding the other girl attractive...why wouldnt she? they were basically the same person , totally not weird.

powder looked herself in the mirror for a bit before walking over and reluctantly pulled the gag out of jinx's mouth but didnt untie the ropes, afraid of what she might do.

"there, happy?" "Ecstatic."

Jinx snarked back, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

She took a deep breath once the gag was removed, feeling immediately relieved. She flexed her jaw, letting out a small sigh.

"You could've at least untied me instead of just ripping out the gag, y'know? My wrists are starting to hurt." she mumbled, leaned her head back as she closed her eyes before she felt the other girls hand son her thighs, the fuck? she was about to protest before realizing the priss was just de-arming her, she let out a few giggles as she took out knives, bombs on her belt, and useless knick-knacks. "What, are you gonna pat me down next? Maybe give me a strip search?" "you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Powder scoffed, leaning back on her knees as she set the things aside on the floor and dug through the other pocket, bullets and ammunition, cigarettes, matches and a damn battery, how did this girl have so much space in her pockets? "Jeez, you found my entire arsenal. Satisfied with your lil' search there, baby?" "Can you shut up? like for one second before I gag you again??"

Powder said, she was tempted to see if she was hiding anything dangerous in her top , but she just pinched the bridge of her nose, let it go and just reluctantly started untying her.

Jinx let out an exasperated sigh, rolling her eyes yet again.

"Yeah Yeah, I can shut up. No need for the threat, doll."

She retorted, still trying to maintain her snarky demeanor.

She watched as Powder hesitantly started to untie the ropes, a small sense of anticipation building within her. She couldn't deny that the other girl's soft touch was setting her on edge, making her core ache and she wanted more

"...please, please, please, dont murder me."

Powder mumbled softly, finishing the last knot as she rubbed her eyes and got up, crossing her arms as she looked down at jinx and quickly put all the things she got from jinx in a plastic box for now. "I won't, Jesus lady, so damn paranoid."

Jinx replied, her voice uncharacteristically soft as she stood up, rubbing her wrists, the rope left red marks.

She looked at the box of her things in the plastic box and raised an eyebrow, tilting her head slightly.

"You planning on keeping me locked up like a disobiedient puppy or something?"

"I dont know what to do with you... or how to send you back to your universe."

Powder sighed, flopping down on the bed with a small recoil as she looked jinx up and down and tried to think, she was smart, why was her mind blank all of a sudden? Jinx noticed the other girl's gaze running over her body and raised an eyebrow.

"You like what you see, sweetheart?"

"You look malnourished."

Powder averted the question, getting up and digging through her snack drawer as she threw a pack of sour candy and trail mix at jinx before sitting down next to her.

Jinx caught the snacks, surprised by Powder's sudden act of kindness.

"Thanks I guess?"

She said, tearing open the pack of sour candy. She popped one in her mouth, a small smile appearing on her face at the sour tang. but the silence was pissing her off a bit, she just loved to chatter, and why not get to know herself a bit more? she sat down not he edge of the bed, surprised by how damn soft it was. "sooo like...whats different in your universe? does gambling exist? brothels? can animals talk? do we have powers?" Powder giggled at all her questions and rested her chin on the plush blankets off her bed, thinking a bit before responding fondly. "Not much, yes those two exist, id never , though. Unfortunately no, and I doubt it." "Damn, what a boring universe, wish I traveled to some super-hero place instead....." "soooo....youd never go to a brothel?" "Seriously?" Powder laughed, raising an eyebrow as she lied back down on the bed, letting her tank top rise up a bit. "Do you go a lot?" "Sparingly."

“Good to know.”

“Let’s play truth or dare!”

Jinx urged, rolling over to lie next to powder with a michevious smirk.

"...okay, you first."

Powder said, smiling a bit as she propped herself up on her elbows and tilted her head to the side, curious to see what jinx would ask...considering they were the same person but not exactly.

"Alright, truth or dare, doll?"

Jinx asked, a sly smile playing on her lips.. There was a lot she wanted to know about this cheerful, softer version of herself.

She was curious about everything; her life, her choices, her relationships. The possibilities of questions were endless, but she decided to start with something simple.

"truth."

Powder responded, shifting a bit closer. The constant pet names were started to heat her up a bit but she pushed it aside and bit down on her lower lip and listened.

"Have you ever, in your entire life, been with someone? Like...intimately?"

"Thats such a juvenile question."

Powder laughed, rolling her eyes before playing with her bracelet a bit out of nervousness, why was she nervous? was it normal to find herself hot?

"No, I havent, now you, truth or dare?"

"Oh, but your reaction to it wasn't very juvenile."

Jinx teased, a small smirk playing on her lips as she leaned back a bit, resting her weight on her hands as she pretended to think about it.

"Dare."

She said, her gaze locking onto Powder's face intently.

"I dare you...to uh...hop on one foot for a minute?"

Powder asked nervously, her voice breaking a bit. She couldnt think of anything better, but once she said it out loud it did sound kind of stupid. which made her feel like banging her head against a wall.

"Ooh, a challenge!"

Jinx said sarcastically, pretending to be impressed by the dare, before realizing that it was a pretty mundane task. She let out a small sigh and rolled her eyes.

"seriously?”

"What do you want me to say? 'take off your top'?"

Powder huffed, raising an eyebrow as she burried her face in her hands and leaned against jinx a bit and avoided eye contact.

"Hell yeah!"

She giggled, her tone playful as she felt Powder lean against her side. She couldn't help but nudge the other girl's side with her elbow in a playful manner.

"Okay fine...I dare you to..go into the bathroom and take one topless selfie with this camera."

powder challenged with a smirk, rolling over to her nightstand and handing jinx the pink and blue camera she had. The newfound boldness she didnt even knew she had made her feel dizzy.

Jinx raised both her eyebrows, surprised and slightly shocked by the sudden boldness coming from such an innocent looking girl.

"Alright, im game."

She teased, a smirk on her face as she took the camera. She got up, stretching her legs before heading into the bathroom and shutting the door behind her properly, she couldnt stop smiling as she lifted up her shirt, revealing her perky tits adorned with rosy pink nipples, and snapped a picture, and another. powder rolled her eyes and just waited for jinx to come back, she could hear the faint click on the camera, which made her stomach drop and the spot between her thighs wet.

"Are you done yet? I said one picture, not a photoshoot."

"Chill, I'm coming."

Jinx said, pulling her shirt back on and stepping out of the bathroom. She couldn't help but chuckle at the impatience in Powder's voice.

"Here, one picture, as requested."

She teased, handing the camera back to Powder and plopping herself back down next to the other girl, leaning against her shoulder "Truth or dare?"

Jinx asked, her hand reaching to pull at a lock of powder's blue hair, it was just too intriguing having such a similar yet so different version of herself right here next to her...did they share the same limits? taste? "..dare."

Powder said softly, shoving jinx hand away with a small smile, she was feeling brave and slightly horny. but she managed to hide that pretty well and turned to lie on her back. "do you own a vibrator?" "wha- thats not a dare-" "answer." "...yeah." "great! I dare you to use it over your pants for 20 seconds on the highest setting." Powder let her jaw drop a bit, but the daring gaze in those magenta pink eyes made her relent after a few seconds of silence, despite the idea being arousing, she felt shy exposing herself to....herself. She shakily reached for the pink wand she had strategically hidden in her nightstand drawer, lying back down on the bed nervously , while jinx was beaming with excitement, fuck her. "go on, dont be shy." Jinx urged, seated in place as if she was watching a polo match while powder shut her eyes and braced herself as she brought the buzzing tip to her clothed pussy, instinctively jerking away with a loud whimper, she coudlnt help it, but jinx held her in place with a smile. "attagirl, cmon, you can do it, just 30 seconds...can you do that f'me baby?" Powder just nodded and used her free hand to hold onto jinx's as she let her mouth fall open a bit, even though her pants she knew jinx could hear the slick oozing noises coming from her pussy, which was just so damn embarrassing, why her? those 30 seconds past tortuously as she rolled her hips like a cat in heat, spread her legs wider and held onto jinx's forearm the whole time, while she just watched and bit down on her lower lip. eventually it ended and powder nearly came, but jinx as there to turn off the toy and set it aside, giggling like a nerd. "wait no..." Powder weakly said, subtly reaching her hand down her fuzzy pants to curiously see how wet she was, two fingers spreading her puffy folds open..and damn was it a waterfall, she was half pissed at jinx for ending her pleasure so quickly. "Nuh uh uh...we gotta finish playing the game first." "But.." "nope." "fuck! truth or dare?" "dare." "I dare you to fuck me! please!" powder exclaimed, nearly on the verge of tears as she tried to wiggle out of her pants and rub herself. "Awh...your gonna make feel bad, pow-pow." Jinx taunted before shoving her lips against hers as she trailed her hands all over her waist, she was so soft, and way more blessed in the chest area. She slid her cold hands under powders top, carelessly taking it off before humming in contentment when she saw that she wasnt wearing a bra, she knew her eyes weren't tricking her when she noticed a bit more bounce than usual. Powder was a whimpering mess, the ache and pressure on her pussy was too much for her to handle, she needed release now! but the rough fondling of her tits felt good so she just arched her back and put on a show for jinx, her own hands shakily trying to take off the crop-top jinx always wore, and she obliged, throwing it aside somewhere as she pressed their breasts together, not breaking the kiss once despite the fact that she was nearly drooling and making a mess of powder. She got so caught up in the kiss and rubbing their nipples she forgot about the vibrator, she only got reminded when powder started to buck her hips up and whine, god, she sounded so pretty like this. Jinx nearly ripped off her pants along with powders as she reached for the wand and rubbed it along her own soaked lips, letting a soft sigh escape her as she turned it on and placed it between them as she tangled their legs together and placed her searing hot cunt against powders, obscene squelching coming from the both of them as jinx started to mindlessly hump her, her finger slipping and turning the setting on at highest, jinx didn't care, she needed to cum all over powder. But powder was moaning loudly and squirming, the fast pace too much for her to handle, her pussy spasming and her hole clenching on nothing as she gripped onto the sheets and shut her eyes. "J-Jinx I cant...I-its too-" "cmon baby, I know you can do it, I know you like being fucked like whore...just a bit more?"

Jinx interrupted , groaning and rutting her hips back and forth as she furrowed her brows in concentration, her tits jiggling with every move she made, it was just so fun to break such a sweet, naive version of herself, her train of thought was broken when powder wailed as she reached her climax, her back arching as she squirted and convulsed, but the vibrations just kept on going, and jinx's cunt just kept on sliding up and down her folds, she was overstimulated and it was in that grey area between pain and pleasure, it hurt so good, she could only babble pleas, except she didnt know if she was pleading for more or for her to stop. It didnt take jinx long before she mewled and gushed her fluids from her pussy, she turned off the vibrator and just fell on top of powder for a minute, the two girls panting and quivering. "f-fuck, you did so good." "Im not done with you yet..." Powder said, letting her cunt rest for a bit before she smiled and got up a bit, her hands going up to jinx's tits, softly grabbing and rolling her fingertips in circles against her rock-hard nipples. "I think you liked being tied up earlier, is that right?" "How'd you know?" A few minutes later, and jinx was tied up on the best post, stuffed full with an 8-inch purple dildo and a bullet vibrator buzzing on a low setting on her clit while powder continued the damn truth or dare game....of course the girl just had to use her words against her. she thought powder was joking but apparently not, her other self was kinky as shit, raising the vibration everytime she gave a 'good' answer. "truth or dare?" "truth..." "Where is the riskiest place you’ve ever masturbated?" "...my lab w-while I was waiting for some chemicals to develop-" her answer was cut off when suddenly the vibrations raised higher and after a few minutes of their little game she squealed and came hard around the dildo, which powder leaned down and eagerly lapped up, the soft pink muscle rubbing her flesh up and down as she struggled against the restrained and spread her legs wide, it was a pornographic scene, her hole stretched wide, lips pink and swollen, and her clit having a heartbeat of its own at this point. She was utterly thoughtless, she didnt even realize her restraints being untied as she was flipped onto her stomach and spread open once again, her abs flexing as a new , bigger dildo was inserted by powder and she was once again being bounced up and down on it...her mouth open , droll sliding down the corners of her lips while powder comforted her, entranced by the way her lips stretched around it (visual if you want) she was surprised powder wasnt the one on shimmer because they spent at least 3 hours going at it.

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primal instincts

werewolf!jinx x vampire!reader

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Jinx was a mutt, you knew that all too well. From her scent to her mannerisms, hell, especially the fluffy light blue tail that wagged the second her eyes met yours. She wasn’t just any mutt—she was your puppy girl. Others would call her your ‘unexpected plaything’, but it was more than that to you. Even though usually a vampire wouldn’t stand the smell of a werewolf, you craved her pheromones. They were sweet, savory, a little earthy. You loved lasting them, parting your lips across her neck as she whimpered against the cold of your tongue, licking up every little bit of her sweat as her heartbeat quickened, her fluffy ears flattening as soon as your fangs grazed against her skin.

And yes, contrary to popular belief among vampires, her canine blood tasted just as good as any other. Even better, you might say. And if there was one thing about it, you could sniff it out from miles away. You’d memorized every note that ran through her veins, every distinct thread of her scent that coiled around your senses and sank into your bones. Just the thought of it left your mouth watering, your throat tightening, an ache building behind your fangs. Your teeth sinking in. Her yelp, sharp and breathy. The smooth heat of her blood sliding down your throat. The thought alone had your thighs pressing together, warmth pooling deep in your stomach. You were usually careful about it though, never biting her when you knew you were genuinely starved.

Well, not until now, that is.

You hadn’t fed in a couple days due to work pile up, and blood that hadn’t come from an actual warm being never truly satisfied you. Just merely dulled the aching pain of hunger, almost like a snack. That’s all you’d been living off of, constant ‘snack’ bags you had stored for emergencies. You sat on the edge of your bed, your puppy girlfriend positioned on the floor between your legs as you brushed her hair. This was usually one of your favorite downtimes with Jinx, you loved taking care of her and she loved the attention. The tip of her tail flapped on the floor with enjoyment, her fluttered shut as she yapped about God knows what, your fingers and brush tracing through her long, blue locks.

You usually paid much attention to her words, sometimes so much so that you’d constantly correct her on some of them. But today? Today was… different. You sat in silence, letting her words go through one ear and out the other, not registering them at all. Then suddenly, the room faded, her voice blurring into nothing. All you could hear was the steady, taunting pulse beneath her skin—loud, insistent, a rhythm made just for you. All your focus was on the pulse jumping out of her neck, your fingers tracing along it as you began to braid her hair. It was unsettling, her pale skin jumping out at you with every beat.

Just one bite wouldn’t hurt, right? Fuck, no. That’ll turn into something else. She just smells too good—Maybe, just maybe. You could feel your mouth beginning to water, your touch lingering a little too long against it, causing you to tug on her hair a little harder than anticipated.

Jinx gasped, her words stopping abruptly, head whipping around as she furrowed her eyebrows at you. “Hey, what gives? That hurt!”

You shook your head, snapping yourself out of your hunger driven haze. “Shit,” You started, clearing your throat, trying to look as natural as possible. “I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean to pull that hard.”

Your stuttering made her head tilt, her sharp eyes glaring as she examined your face. Her nose twitched as she sniffed at you, making you break eye contact and look away first, something that was not usually in your nature. “Is there something wrong with you?” She questioned, as if she didn’t already know the answer to that.

“No, of course not. What would be wrong with me?” You replied, your hands stiff, gripping onto the brush so tightly your fingers were white. Jinx scoffed, turning her whole body around as she rested her arms at your thighs, making it harder for you to keep looking away.

“Didn’t peg you for much of a liar,” She murmured, her claws tracing lazy circles over your stomach—light, teasing, like she was testing how much you’d squirm. Her eyes were big and blue, staring deep into your face, examining every movement it made. You gulped, her pulse still teasing, you could almost taste the sweet, metallic flavor in your mouth. “C’mon, toots. You’re so tense. What, need a snack or somethin’?”

Your breath hitched at her comment, trying your best to recollect yourself before speaking. Your puppy girl could always see right through you, there was no hiding anything from Jinx. She sniffed out every little thing that was wrong before you even knew it. “All I’ve been eating are… snacks.”

“Ah,” Jinx said, crawling up your legs and plopping herself down into your lap. Your eyes widened a bit, body heat radiating off of her, clashing right into your coldness. Her arms wrapped around your neck, tilting her head to the side, her pale skin letting the blueish color from her veins seep through, almost like she was doing it on purpose. “You poor blood sucker, you’re lookin’ at me like I’m dinner.”

You opened your mouth to disagree, but knew there was no use, she could sniff out your lies before you even told them. You felt guilty for thinking of her in this way, for craving her blood, for craving her in more ways than one. For knowing how satisfying it’d be to just sink your teeth into her pretty soft skin and just take all of her. “I-”

“Thought you were stronger than this. Guess even you have a breaking point, huh, Dracula?” Her eyes followed your gaze, taking your two fingers and pressing them against her pulse. You gasped, the pounding feeling pressing against your skin, causing your breathing to grow ragged. You needed her so badly, every nerve in your body screamed at you to react. “Is this what you want?” She whispered, her voice all silk and fangs. Your breathing quickened, mouth salivating as she pressed your fingers deeper against her pulse—a slow, deliberate challenge. Her tail flicked behind her, lazy, expectant. This was fun for her, teasing you, since it was usually the other way around. This was rare, you being this desperate and needy for something, so of course she was taking advantage of it. “Do it, then. I can take it.”

There was a pause. A short one, as quick as a heartbeat after she said that. Jinx’s face was plastered with smugness, a sharp, toothy smirk curled up on her lips. Then, without hesitation, or mere thought, you threw her down. She was pinned beneath you, breath knocked out of her, your fangs already hovering over her neck. She barely had any time to react, a loud gasp escaping her lips as your thigh pressed up against her cunt, trapping her in.

“Be careful what you wish for, puppy.” You whispered, making her skin grow goosebumps. Before she could get another word in, your fangs sank inside her. Heat flooded your mouth as her blood coated your tongue, thick and electric, spiced with something uniquely Jinx. A low, shaky moan rumbled from your chest, vibrations pressing against her throat as you drank deep, deeper—Too much, yet not enough. This is what you’d been craving, and the fact that you were getting it from your girlfriend made your panties damp.

She whimpered, a sound too breathy, too real. The teasing glint in her eyes flickered—fading into something hazier, something raw. “Fuck—” She gasped, her body shuddering against yours as her claws dug into your back. God, this was heaven. You’d slaughtered and sucked the blood out of so many beings, way too many to count, but Jinx was always at the top of best flavored blood. Maybe it was because you loved her, adored her, craved her in any way possible that made her so fucking savory. You felt yourself losing grasp, slipping away into something primal—something that scared you, yet excited Jinx.

She moaned out against your cold skin, her hips bucking at the thigh pressing between her legs. Her sounds snapped you out of your daze for a second, looking up at her with blown out pupils, jaw dripping with her crimson blood. You were wide eyed, almost afraid of what you’d just done. She snickered, a soft smirk on her face as she wiped away her own blood from your mouth, licking it off her finger. If you could blush, you’d be nothing but pink cheeks and heat right about now. “That all you got, vampy?”

Before she knew it, you’d practically torn yours and her clothes off. She laid there, looking up at you as if she was the most obidient pet in the world, waiting for a command. Your eyes grazed over her curves, every scar she had, every freckle on her body. “You’re beautiful, you know that, Jinx?” You said as you hovered over her, your lips caressing her breasts as you spoke, causing her to shudder with every word. “You’re perfect to me. Every inch of you, every twisted thought in pretty little head—I want all of it.” You said as your tongue swirled around her nipple, her back arching and breathy gasps escaping her mouth. You bit down again along the soft skin, sucking as you fed, leaving bite marks and purple bruises stained across her perfect pale canvas.

“Y-You’re just sayin’ that to get me going, aren’t you?” She replied, her voice shaky and borderline a whimper. You looked up at her from her chest, your eyes now a bright red. Her eyes widened and ears flattened at the sight, not sure from fear or excitement. It was a feeling in between, a feeling of being the predator for once, not the hunter that made her completely melt against you. It was pathetic yet romantic, how even though she could be the one devouring you in a second, she laid still against your grasp.

The look on her face made you hungry in more than one way—your thighs slick with your wetness as your hunger mixed together with arousal. You spread her thighs open, gawking at the sight of slick dripping down, staining the sheets. If there’s one thing about werewolves, it’s that they’re always ready for sex. Any time your lips touched Jinx’s skin, she was immediately pooled with wetness, warm and ready for you, ready for whatever you wanted to do to her.

“I’ve lived many lives, Jinx,” You started, your legs beginning to intertwine with hers, her heat radiating onto your cunt, so hot it almost burnt you. You threw her leg over your shoulder, licking at her calf before you continued. “Yet, this is the most primal I’ve ever felt. You belong to me, puppy girl. Body, blood, soul. Every part of you is mine to claim.” You pushed your hips forward, colliding with her cunt. You throbbed against her, holding still as you watched for her reaction. Her thighs clenched up, muscles trembling as your bodies slid together, feverish and needy. Her head jerked back, an almost strangled moan slipping past her lips.

“Shit—” she hissed, like she was trying to get a grip, but her body had already betrayed her. One of her hands flew up, clawing at your waist, like she was trying to ground herself—like she was trying to tell you to shut the fuck up and move.

“Every lifetime, every version of me—I’d always find you. Always crave you. You’re my favorite sin, my sweetest hunger. And you love being devoured, don’t you?”

Her lips parted, like she wanted to say something, but no words came out—just a soft, breathy whimper. She swallowed hard, her ears twitching as she processed your words, pupils blown wide as she stared up at you, lips trembling like she was on the verge of something dangerous. “…Say it again.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, needy and wrecked. “Tell me I’m yours.”

You smirked at her submission, keeping eye contact with her as you spoke. “You’re mine forever, Jinx. There’s no escaping me.” You bit down on her skin before you rocked forward, dragging against her, the friction a clash of heat and ice. Her warmth seeped into your skin, making you ache for more. She was burning—needy, restless—and you were the cool relief and the sharp bite all at once. The slick friction sent shivers up your spine, your nerves alight as her body clenched with each pulse of pleasure. You moaned out against her skin, rubbing your clit against hers. She was all instinct now—hips rutting against yours, breath coming in desperate little whines. A needy, perfect little thing caught beneath her predator. Your cold slick melted against hers, bud sliding up and down along her folds, desperate for all of her.

You opened your eyes and looked over at her, admiring her blissful, fucked out expression. Jinx was wrecked—sweat-slicked, whimpering, her nails carving hot trails down your sides as she clung to you like she’d fall apart without you. Her usually pale cheeks were pink and rosy, her eyes fixated on you and your fangs sunk deep inside her leg. Her tongue lolled out, breath coming in quick, desperate pants, saliva slicking her lips as she lost herself to it. Her ears flattened back, tail twitching in erratic little flicks, like her own body was short-circuiting from the sheer intensity. Every time you dragged against her, she whimpered—small, wrecked, and utterly undone beneath you. She was messy, slippery, sloppy. Too focused on the jolts spreading throughout her body with each roll of the hips to keep up with your rhythm.

Every sharp grind of your cunt against hers sent fresh, wet heat smearing between you, the obscene slickness only making you rut against her harder. The wet, filthy sounds of sopping wet skin filled the space, your moans tangled together as she tried her damn hardest to catch up to you. Your jaw suddenly loosened, teeth beginning to slide out of her. Jinx whined out, her claws digging into your sides, making you wince as your head whipped to meet her eyes. She was pouting, eyebrows slanted and eyes watery, pushing moans out of the way to get a few words in.

“C-C’mon, don’t—mmh—d-don’t hold out on me now—” She was caging you in, not giving you much of a choice as the longer your fangs weren’t in her, the more her claws dug inside you. “Please, mmh! Puhlease, s’close… s’close!”

You licked your lips as you looked down, taking in the view, teasing her as you pulled away, just barely touching her puffy bud with yours. “What exactly is it that you want, puppy?” You teased, feeling a tightness growing at the bottom of your stomach as you looked up at her. She was trembling now, muscles twitching as she tried to lift her hips—tried to chase after you. But you held her still, denying her. She squirmed, eyes glossy with frustration, her breath hiccuping on every sharp inhale.

“Devour me,” Jinx demanded in between whiny moans. Those two words alone made you growl, pressing your twitchy clit against hers again, vigorously rubbing against her. “Mark me up, sink your teeth into me! Tear me the fuck apart! Just—Fucking—Do it!” She yelled out, almost snarling at you.

You pushed her leg up against her chest, caging her in as your fangs pierced deep. The second you sank into her, she shattered—her body jerking, her back arching, a raw, desperate cry ripping from her throat. Pain, pleasure, possession—it all melted together, the shock of it making her shake as her orgasm crashed over her, violent and uncontrollable. Her slick gushed, soaking you, each wave of pleasure dragging another desperate sob from her throat.

You pulled away from her neck, looking at her in awe, her red sweetness still dripping down your jaw as you reached your own climax, moaning out her name repeatedly, almost as if it was the last name you’d ever call out. It was sharp, overwhelming, a feeling that possessed every nerve in your body. Something only Jinx could do to you, something you’d ever only felt with her.

The world felt slow, heavy. Your ears rang with the aftermath, your body still pulsing with the echo of pleasure. Her skin was burning, her chest rising and falling in unsteady, shallow breaths. You licked her clean without thinking, savoring her taste, your fangs aching even now, even when it was over.

There was one problem: Jinx was quiet.

There was a drop in your chest as you stared at your girlfriend, body almost lifeless, her skin bruised and bloodied. Your hands began to shake as they cupped her face, eyes teary and apologetic.

“Jinx,” Your voice trembled as you called out to her, slightly tapping her cheek with your thumb. “Jinx, please—wake up. I—I didn’t mean to—” You said, words wavering. You kissed her lips, hoping to God that’d make her react. You felt a smile against the kiss, making you pull back, lip quivering as her puppy eyes stared at you.

“Got ya, vampy!” Jinx snickered, tail wagging as she sat up, tackling you in a tight hug. “Told ya I could take it!”

You yelped at her strength as she took your down, completely forgetting that she was truly a stronger being than you. You sniffled, eyebrows furrowing. “You—what—Don’t do that ever again!”

She nuzzled her face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in as her legs cradled your sides. Her tail wagged from side to side, making your eyes roll before petting the space between her fluffy ears. “I love you.” She muttered out, head still down.

You smiled softly, never truly able to stay mad at your puppy girl. “I love you for all of eternity, Jinx.”

#kinda blunt ending srry i am sickly #also thank u for the ask!!!<3 #jinx #jinx x reader nsft #jinx x fem!reader #jinx x y/n #jinx x you #jinx arcane #arcane jinx #jinx nsft #jinx smut #jinx x reader #arcane nsft #arcane smut #arcane wlw #arcane x reader #arcane

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shimmerandink · 5 days ago

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Love your writing🩷Also can I request a smut fic of gentle sex with Jinx? Like it’d be unusual for her but she was maybe emotionally vulnerable and felt like having soft sex with her gf for comfort. it could have talking through it and slow pace, no toys and just their skin against each other, hair caressing and soft kisses and all...you could mold it however it fits. Thanks!

Thank you for your request and your support! Soft and gentle sex sounds like a really good idea and a great moment for Jinx to relax and think of something else 🤭 also letting herself be vulnerable for a moment! Such a cute and intimate moment!

No running tonight

Jinx x Girlfriend! Reader

Fluffy smut

Tags: Jinx x reader, established relationship, nsfw, fingering, pussy licking, soft sex, overstimulation, sub Jinx

Summary: After a bad day Jinx turns to her girlfriend for support, wanting a soft night together. Being with y/n was exactly what she needed.

Masterlist

The night feels heavier than usual. The dim light from the flickering bulbs barely reaches the corners of the room, casting long, restless shadows. You’ve gotten used to the way Jinx carries chaos with her, usually in the form of manic laughter, teasing grins, or reckless destruction. But tonight, she’s different.

She sits at the edge of the bed, hunched over, her elbows resting on her knees. Her blue hair is tangled at the ends, and she absently twirls a lock around her finger, staring at the floor. Her guns are discarded on the nightstand, her belts and pouches piled carelessly on the floor, something she never does. Usually, she’s meticulous about keeping her weapons close, but right now, she looks like she doesn’t have the energy to care.

“Bad day?” you ask, stepping toward her.

She lets out a sharp exhale through her nose, her lips pressing into a thin line. She doesn’t answer right away.

Then, finally, a muttered, “Saw Vi today.”

Your stomach twists. You don’t have to ask for details, whenever Vi is involved, it never ends well. Maybe it was a passing glance on the street, or worse, maybe they actually exchanged words. You know how much Vi still holds onto the past, and how much that past claws at Jinx from the inside.

“She looked at me like I was a stranger,” Jinx continues, voice tight. “Like I wasn’t even me anymore.” She finally lifts her head, and there’s something raw in her eyes. “Maybe I’m not.”

You sit beside her, close enough that your legs touch, but not enough to crowd her. “You’re still you, Jinx,” you say softly. “No matter what Vi thinks.”

Jinx huffs, shaking her head. “Yeah? And who even is that?” There’s a wry smile tugging at her lips, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “Some days I don’t even know.”

She laughs, but it’s hollow. She sniffs, rubbing at her nose with her wrist like she’s trying to hide just how much this is getting to her. You don’t see her like this often, she always hides behind jokes, explosions, distractions. But tonight, she’s not running from it. She’s just… here. Sitting in it.

And then, quieter, almost like she hates admitting it, she asks, “Can we just… stay close tonight? Just you and me. No noise. No crazy shit. Just… us.”

It’s not like her to ask for this, softness, intimacy without games or sharp edges, but the way her fingers twitch against her thigh tells you she’s holding back from reaching for you.

So you do it for her.

You cup her cheek, brushing your thumb over her skin. She leans into your touch almost instantly, exhaling slowly, like she’s been holding her breath all night.

“Of course,” you murmur. “Just us.”

You kiss her temple, then her cheek, and she sighs, melting just a little. You feel her shift closer, her body finally relaxing under your touch.

Tonight, she doesn’t need chaos. She doesn’t need violence or distractions. She just needs you.

Jinx doesn’t say anything else, just watches you with those wide, tired eyes, her fingers twitching at her sides like she doesn’t know what to do with them. You don’t rush her. You let her lean into your touch, let her soak in the warmth, the quiet reassurance that she doesn’t have to be anything but herself right now.

Your hand slides down to her thigh, rubbing slow, comforting circles. She shudders, not from fear, not from nerves, but from something deeper. Something unspoken.

You tilt her chin up gently. “Come here,” you whisper.

She hesitates for just a second before crawling into your lap, her arms winding around your shoulders. She hides her face against your neck, her breath warm against your skin.

You stroke her back, fingers trailing up and down the ridges of her spine. “I’ve got you,” you murmur. “You’re safe.”

Jinx lets out a shaky breath. “You always say that.”

“Because it’s always true.”

You press a kiss to her temple, then her cheek, then the corner of her lips. She tilts her head ever so slightly, catching your mouth with hers in the softest kiss you’ve ever shared. There’s no hunger, no urgency, just a slow, unspoken need. She’s not trying to claim, not trying to distract herself from the ache inside her chest, she’s just here, with you, letting herself feel.

Her fingers thread through your hair, tugging lightly as she deepens the kiss, slow and languid. Her lips are warm, tasting faintly of smoke and something sweet, something uniquely her.

She pulls back just enough to look at you, her pupils blown wide, breath shaky. “Is this okay?” she asks, voice barely above a whisper.

You brush your nose against hers. “Only if you want it.”

She nods, but there’s something hesitant in her movements, like she’s afraid of breaking the moment. “Just… slow, okay?”

You smile, tucking a loose strand of blue hair behind her ear. “As slow as you want.”

Jinx exhales in relief, her forehead resting against yours. When you kiss her again, she melts, fully, completely. Her body softens against you as you guide her down onto the mattress, your fingers ghosting over her sides, mapping the dips and curves of her body with a tenderness she’s not used to.

She sighs into every touch, her skin warm beneath your hands. You kiss her collarbone, then lower, trailing soft kisses down her chest. She gasps, fingers clutching at your back, and for once, there’s no teasing, no sharp remarks, just quiet, vulnerable need.

Her breath hitches as your lips brush over her bare skin. “Feels nice,” she murmurs.

You hum against her, pressing another kiss just below her ribs. “Good.”

She laughs, a breathy little sound, her hands tangling in your hair. “You always make me feel good.”

You lift your head to meet her gaze, stroking your fingers down her sides. “You deserve it.”

Jinx blinks at you, lips parting slightly like she wants to argue. But she doesn’t. Instead, she just pulls you down into another kiss, her body arching into yours, silent but willing.

You take your time with her, hands moving in slow, lazy strokes, mouths meeting again and again in soft, lingering kisses. No rush. No chaos. Just you and her, wrapped in warmth, wrapped in love.

And for once, she doesn’t run from it.

Jinx sighs against your lips, her body gradually unwinding beneath your touch. There’s no urgency, no hunger, just warmth. Just the quiet press of skin against skin, fingers tracing over familiar curves like you have all the time in the world.

Your hands move with careful reverence, stroking up her sides, feeling the rise and fall of her breath. She’s always been quick to flinch away from too much softness, but tonight, she doesn’t. She leans into it. Into you.

You kiss her slow and deep, your tongue brushing against hers in a way that makes her shiver. Her fingers tighten in your hair, and she exhales shakily as your palm smooths over the dip of her waist, then lower, ghosting over her thighs.

Her breath hitches. “Keep touching me,” she whispers, barely audible, like she’s afraid to ask for too much.

You do.

You trail kisses down her neck, letting your lips linger over her pulse, feeling the steady thrum beneath her skin. She tilts her head back, giving you access, and you take your time, nipping gently, then soothing each mark with your tongue.

Jinx sighs, her body shifting beneath you, pressing closer. Her hands slip beneath your shirt, fingers dragging over your back, pulling you flush against her. The heat between you builds in slow, steady waves, rolling over both of you like a tide, unhurried but unstoppable.

You take your time undressing her, letting your fingers slide over bare skin, savoring the way she trembles beneath you. She’s always so confident, so reckless, but now, like this, she’s letting herself be vulnerable, trusting you to handle her with care.

Her voice is soft, almost hesitant. “You’re not gonna stop, right?”

You lift your head, meeting her gaze. “Not unless you want me to.”

She swallows hard, then shakes her head. “I want this. I want you.”

Your heart aches at the way she says it, like she’s never allowed herself to need something so simple. You kiss her again, slow and deep, your hands caressing over every inch of her, coaxing her into pure sensation.

When your fingers finally slip lower, brushing against her, she gasps, sharp, breathy. Her thighs part instinctively, inviting you in, and you take your time exploring her, watching every shift in her expression, every flutter of her lashes.

She moans your name, barely above a whisper, her hips rolling into your touch. “Feels good,” she murmurs, her fingers gripping at your shoulders.

You smile against her skin, pressing a kiss just above her heart. “Good.”

You move in slow, measured strokes, drawing out her pleasure, letting her sink into the feeling of being cherished, of being known. There’s no rush. No urgency. Just the two of you, lost in each other.

Jinx is burning beneath you, restless, needy, and barely holding herself together. The slow, teasing pace you started with had her melting, but now she’s squirming, hips rocking up against your hand, chasing friction.

Her breath is ragged against your lips. “Come on,” she pleads, her fingers gripping at your back, nails digging in. “Don’t be mean.”

You chuckle against her throat, biting down just enough to make her gasp. “Mean? I thought you wanted it slow.”

She groans, her head pressing back into the pillows. “Fuck slow,” she pants, bucking her hips into your hand. “Please, just—”

You don’t make her beg for long. You curl your fingers inside her, picking up the pace, pressing deep. She lets out a choked moan, her thighs spreading wider, completely open for you now.

“That’s it,” you murmur, your free hand sliding up her body, cupping her breast, rolling a thumb over her nipple. “Let me hear you.”

Jinx’s breath stutters, her back arching as her moans spill freely now, no hesitation, no holding back. She’s usually wild, unpredictable, but this, this is different. She’s raw beneath you, completely undone, her body moving with yours in perfect rhythm.

She looks up at you, pupils blown wide, her mouth parted as she gasps for air. “Fuck,” she whimpers, her hips grinding against your hand. “I’m—shit, I’m close.”

You kiss her deeply, swallowing her moans as you move faster, relentless now, your fingers working her open while your thumb circles over her clit, sending her spiraling.

Her entire body tenses, her thighs trembling around you, and then she’s breaking apart with a sharp cry, clinging to you like you’re the only thing keeping her from falling. Her breath comes in shaky, desperate gasps as you coax her through it, kissing her jaw, whispering soft praises against her skin.

But you’re not done.

Before she can fully catch her breath, you slide down her body, pressing soft, lingering kisses to her stomach, her hipbones, the inside of her thighs. She shudders, a whimper escaping her lips as she looks down at you, eyes still hazy from her orgasm.

“Holy shit,” she breathes, her fingers tangling in your hair. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You smirk, dragging your tongue over her, slow and deliberate. “That a complaint?”

Her breath hitches. “No, but—” Her words cut off as your mouth finds her again, your tongue flicking over her still-sensitive clit.

She jerks, her hips twitching as a broken moan rips from her throat. “Fuck—”

You hum against her, gripping her thighs to keep her steady as you work her over again. She’s already wrecked, but you’re not letting up, you want to see her fall apart completely.

Jinx squirms beneath you, torn between pulling you closer and trying to escape the overwhelming sensation. “Shit, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” you murmur against her, licking deeper, sucking lightly just to hear her gasp.

Her fingers clutch at the sheets now, her body twisting, her moans getting louder. She’s unraveling faster this time, her entire body shaking, heat coiling tighter and tighter inside her.

“Please,” she begs, her voice high, desperate. “Please, please, I’m—”

You press your tongue against her just right, and she shatters, crying out, her body jerking as another orgasm crashes over her. She’s shaking, panting, completely gone, and you hold her through it, slowing down just enough to let her ride it out.

When you finally pull away, her chest is rising and falling rapidly, her skin flushed, her hair a complete mess against the pillows. She looks at you with wide, dazed eyes, her lips parted, still catching her breath.

“Holy fuck,” she says weakly, blinking up at you. “You’re insane.”

You grin, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh. “You love it.”

She lets out a breathy laugh, then pulls you up into a deep, lingering kiss. Her hands slide over your body now, her grin turning wicked against your lips.

“My turn,” she whispers.

And just like that, the night is far from over.

#arcane #arcane fandom #league of legends x reader #arcane x you #arcane fanfic #arcane fluff #jinx x y/n #jinx fluff #jinx smut #jinx arcane #jinx x reader #jinx

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fayesia · 4 months ago

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✦•┈๑⋅⋯ Arcane 18+ Twitter Links ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

*please be logged in for links to work*

🌀⋆｡𖦹°🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

⋆｡𖦹°‧★Jayce_______________________________

ᯓSize difference

ᯓTaking a seat

ᯓGrabbing your hair

ᯓSquirting

⋆｡𖦹°‧★Viktor_______________________________

ᯓMunch

ᯓPleasing you with his mouth and fingers

ᯓHelping him through his pain

⋆｡𖦹°‧★Silco________________________________

ᯓRewards

ᯓUsing Brothelworker!reader

ᯓMaking use of his tie

ᯓUsing your mouth

⋆｡𖦹°‧★Vi___________________________________

ᯓRiding for her

ᯓShe loves to tease

ᯓTaking you from the back

ᯓYearns to please

⋆｡𖦹°‧★Jinx_________________________________

ᯓFast fingers

ᯓShe loves pushing you to your limits

ᯓLoves to get on top

ᯓWorks her tongue perfectly

⋆｡𖦹°‧★Ekko________________________________

ᯓWet and dripping

ᯓSticky

ᯓUsing his tongue

⋆｡𖦹°‧★Vander______________________________

ᯓFilling you up

ᯓLoves carrying his good girl

ᯓRewarding his favourite waitress

⋆｡𖦹°‧★Caitlyn______________________________

ᯓEating her up

ᯓ"Just friends"

ᯓRiding her

ᯓPounding you into her royal bed

#p links #smut #arcane smut #arcane #jinx smut #silco smut #jayce smut #violet smut #ekko smut #vander smut #caitlyn smut #viktor smut #arcane season 2

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madebycloud · 6 days ago

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eating out streamer!jinx while shes live on stream?!?! …..please

#jinx smut #like she’s on a losing streak then r just wants to make her feel better

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jinxvex · 3 months ago

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♱ dom, sub, or switch? ft. sevika, vi, jinx, caitlyn, mel, ellie, and abby. ♱

syp. headcanons on whether they would dom, sub, or switch + how they’d do it.

cw: nsfw content!!, degradation, praise, dirty talk, teasing, mocking, dumbification, cursing (obv), daddy/mommy kink, mentions of tying up/gagging, strap-on sex, fingering, cunnilingus, handcuffs, slapping, spanking, pet names (baby, babe, doll, hon, toots, darling, pretty girl, etc.), mentions of soft sex/morning sex, breeding kink, possessive behavior, punishments, hair-pulling, tribbing, mentions of gunplay/knifeplay, just rough and nasty shit!! (+ more...)

disclaimer: this is just my opinion! (and maybe self-indulgent)

sevika: a mean service dom!! (subs very rarely)

♱ she loves to tease/mock/make fun of you during sex! it’s all love though, she knows you enjoy it.

♱ ex. of her teasing/mocking you: "you sound like a fuckin' porn star when you moan like that..." + "fuck, doll. you're suckin' me in that needy pussy. don't need any lube when you're already dripping all over the fuckin' sheets you slut."

♱ dirty talks you as though you’re just a slut that she’s using for her pleasure but her actions are the complete opposite of that! she thoroughly enjoys making you feel good in the way you want to!

♱ brat tamer! sevika will bend that ass over TRUST.

♱ if you like praise, she’s in your ear like, “yeah, baby. you like that shit, huh? makin’ those pretty noises for me.” + “love touchin’ on this wet fuckin’ pussy.”

♱ if you like degradation, she goes crazy. teasing you and belittling you makes her cunt throb, “look at you. you like getting fucked like a whore? fuckin’ pathetic.” + “jus’ wanna get fucked dumb, don’t you? brain gets real empty when you’re full of dick.”

♱ i’ve said this before but she prefers giving over receiving and being the one to make you fall apart. although she won’t deny you giving her pleasure as well, she just doesn’t prefer it.

♱ sevika likes strapping! no, she LOVES strapping. it makes her feel masculine in all the best ways and anything that makes you feel good, she LOVES!

♱ has a thing for titles during sex! or just you saying her name! do with that information what you will...

♱ if she were to sub, she’d lowkey be embarrassed and quiet compared to her talkative nature when she doms (lol).

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vi: a switch with a SLIGHT preference for domming.

(soft service dom + obedient service(y) sub)

♱ vi has some similarities in the way sevika doms but vi is definitely less mean and prefers to praise you and lowkey baby you (unless you want to be degraded!) she just wants you to feel good + will do anything to achieve that.

♱ she likes using the strap but prefers to use her hands and mouth to make you cum. she loves seeing you cream, gush, & squirt up close.

♱ she NEEDS to see how good she makes you feel and will even ask/beg you to tell her, “c’mon baby, tell daddy how good she’s making you feel? need to hear you, sweetheart.” + “lemme hear you, please.”

♱ + yes!! she likes being called daddy (idc!!) but in a submissive context as well as when she doms. she loves it when you’re mocking her while you fuck her like, “aww. am i making daddy feel good?” and she’s like “fuck yeah, babe. gonna make me fuckin' cum.”

♱ vi likes her wrists cuffed and mouth tied when she’s getting fucked into the mattress + she loves the strap being used on her!!

♱ she just wants to be good for you! praise her! tell her she’s doing good!

♱ vi enjoys letting you stuff her face in your cunt and she likes it when you use her for your pleasure + also enjoys when you pin her down so she has no choice but to let you give her the sloppiest, messiest head imaginable, “oh fuck!! s-shit fuuuuck. right t-there”

♱ tribbing/scissoring with her is like pure heaven! nobody’s even subbing or domming in those moments, just pure desire, need. the feeling of your cunt on hers, the filthy wet noises, and your face make her cum so fast.

♱ chronic lover-girl through and through!! she’s always telling you how much she loves you when she’s in it (or when you’re in it), “love you so much, so perfect f’me, baby.” + “love you! feels s-so good”

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jinx: a switch with a preference for subbing.

(bratty sub + playful mean-ish dom)

♱ jinx is the type to be sassy/bratty during sex whether she's domming or subbing! she's definitely always pulling your hips/hands towards her so you can fuck her deeper and she's so mean about it, "ughhh, toots, deeper! moreee!! you're not fucking me hard enough!"

♱ she always has that needy 'fuck me' look on her face--eyebrows furrowed and eyes glossed over as she bites her lower lip and tries to seduce you into doing whatever she wants. it works too.

♱ she gets carried away with the dirty talk. i mean CARRIED AWAY, "d'ya like the way my pussy feels against yours, baby? how wet 'n creamy i am? 'm all riled up for you, hon." + "wanna fuck ya next, make you gush all over 'n mess shit up!"

♱ wants to be put in her place deep down...

♱ jinx also loves soft sex; the feeling of you gently pinning her legs in the air when you both wake up in the morning and making out with her cunt + she's a head pusher LOL! as kinky as she is, it's your softness and willingness to please her that makes her truly feel good.

♱ a feen for sloppy sex. she loves it all and she's not afraid to get her hands dirty if it means she gets to get off and have fun! she'll have your fingers all pruned up and your mouth dripping wet by the time she's done with you.

♱ she likes to be marked up and claimed + will also mark you up so everybody knows you're hers.

♱ gunplay/knifeplay enthusiast.

♱ jinx loves it when you tell her how perfect 'n pretty she is when she's subbing... when she's domming, however... she's real mean!

♱ sits on your face and holds your head where her cunt is, "keep lickin', sweetness, don't stop until i cum! or else i'll have to hurt cha!"

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caitlyn: a switch with no preference.

(soft-ish mommy dom + soft/obedient sub)

♱ caitlyn gives mommy dom because she definitely has specific rules for when you can touch yourself (if you're even allowed to) and she's big on manners and politeness. she wants you to be the best girl you can be and will reward you for doing so.

♱ she likes it when you call her mommy in and out of bed, only in private though.

♱ her definition of a 'reward' is plunging her long, thin fingers into your tight wet cunt as she rests her back against the headboard. your upper back is mirroring hers as it rests against her stomach and your lower back pressed plush up against her clothed pussy, "fuck, darling. you're such a little minx, being so good lately. you knew mommy would do this to you, didn't you?" + "good girl. you deserve this," she whispers into your ear as her fingers reach inside you, as deep as they can go.

♱ the type of dom to pick your clothes, shoes, and make-up out for you before special events; especially at fancy dinners and 'n rich piltover people shit. she wants everyone to see that you're hers; that she's got yet another thing for others to be jealous of.

♱ she hates to have to punish you! but she will! let's say you copped an attitude or got needy at one of those important fancy events... that soft mommy dom role that you know and love would come crashing down so fast. rather than comforting whispers of "good girl" near your ears, you hear "you've been such a bad girl. i've got to punish you now, love, i'm sorry." + "but, hey... it'll be over soon. maybe next time you'll think about being such a misbehaving little whore.”

♱ as punishment, she puts her strap on you and forces you to watch her ass jiggle and thighs shake as she bounces on the faux cock in reverse cowgirl. if you even think about touching her, you're in for it.

♱ queen of spanking your ass and rubbing a soothing hand over it when she's done, profusely apologizing for causing you pain. but she had to do it! or else you'd never learn.

♱ when she subs for you, she's so loud. not talkative, but loud. her moans echo through her private chambers as you pleasure her.

♱ your name is on repeat when she subs!! she's always saying it.

♱ she likes when you pull her ponytail and slap her ass when you hit it from the back, she's verbal then-- always urging you to "mmm, pull harder, yes!! like t-that..." + "s-shit, please make me cum, p-please."

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mel: a controlling/power bottom sub.

♱ mel is the type of sub who has dom energy but channels that into being the most pleasure-seeking power bottom sub ever!! that doesn't mean she doesn't care about your pleasure, but she prefers receiving compared to giving when engaging in sex with you.

♱ she loves to grab at your ass when you're strapping her in missionary to force you to fuck into her deeper, harder, and faster, "more. give me more." + "are you going to fuck me? or slack off the entire time?"

♱ bratty asf!

♱ when you finally do put her in her place, she's speechless. you have her in doggy style, forcing her back into a painful arch as you manhandle her hips up and down on your strap--you unmoving as her warm walls slide smoothly along the thick ridges of the plastic dick. her eyes roll to the back of her head as her mouth forms a perfect O shape, "uh-uh-uhng fuck! mmph!" + "yes! yes! yes! f-fuck!"

♱ when you're eating her out, she's much like jinx, tangling her hands in your hair while grinding her messy cunt along your mouth.

♱ wants to be filled up. (chronic breeding kink)

♱ to add to that, mel ikes to roleplay as if she's forcing you to cum inside her, wrapping her legs around your waist, strong grip trapping you. her voice is dripping with desire, a need to be claimed--taken, "yes, my sweet. cum inside me. don't you fucking pull out."

♱ the times when she does touch you, she's looking deep into your eyes as she does so, needing to see the way she affects you.

♱ tribbing princess! she twerks her ass on your cunt like she's made for it, "yes, honey, i looove that... fucking cunt's so wet f'you, love."

♱ i have an inkling that mel likes being punished... she craves someone who will force her to take responsibility and accountability.

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abby: a MEAN ass hard dom. just plain mean.

♱ abby is EVIL. like the meanest on this list. she FUCKS. HARD.

♱ she doesn't like subbing, i fear! she likes receiving but not subbing.

♱ if you thought sevika was mean, you've got another thing coming if you don't think abby is much worse. the way she taunts and borderline bullies you when she fucks you is criminal (criminally hot).

♱ ex. of "taunts and borderline bullies you": "take it. take this shit. why you runnin', huh? you were beggin' me to fuck this fuckin' cunt just a second ago, right, slut? so you'd better suck it up and just take it." + "yeeeahh, you nasty little whore. takin' daddy's dick sooo well, babe." + "mm, fuck!! you need this dick. you need this fuckin' shit."

♱ daddy is what she wants to be called. plain and simple. if you slip up and accidentally call her abby when she's in it, she's pressing herself deeper inside of you, thrusting in you painfully, "what did you say, bitch? what did you fuckin' say?!" + "not my name, baby. 's daddy to you. daddy's the one who makes this pussy gush."

♱ will fuck you in front of a mirror and force you to keep eye contact with her regardless of whether it's her cock or her fingers drilling your hole.

♱ eye contact is important for her, she's slapping you across the face if you divert your eyes away from her own after she specifically ordered you not to, "the fuck?! told you to look at me, princess. look at me when i'm fucking you, kay?"

♱ slaps you! chokes you! gags you! ties you up!

♱ her tough facade slightly cracks when she gets lost in the way you're rolling your hips in a circle, clit rubbing against hers, "s-shit's gonna make me nut, baby." + "fuuuck! that pussy's perfect, babe."

♱ yes, she says "nut" when talking about cumming unironically. sue me.

♱ the thought of breeding you, getting you pregnant has her FERAL. the first time she heard you mutter a quiet "cum in me, daddy." had her hips stuttering for a second, eyes flashing with feelings of an almost primal instinct. the only thought that was running through her mind at that moment was ‘breed. breed. breed’, "f-fuckin' hell, angel. do you want daddy to cum in you? put a baby inside you?" + "wanna get you fuckin' pregnant. gonna fuck you until my cum is spilling out."

♱ CEO of daddy kink and rough, nasty sex.

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ellie: a switch with an unknown(?) preference.

(playful/chill dom + shy sub)

♱ ellie is a bit more laid back/chill when it comes to domming! she's not super big on punishments and rules and all that jazz (unless you asked her to be) and she enjoys you willingly submitting to her without having to do too much.

♱ an enjoyer of fun, and sometimes silly sex.

♱ she loves to talk to you and embarrass you a little bit! if you're noisy or audibly wet, you're not hearing the end of it from her, "daaamn, babe. you hear that? you hear that, huh? 's me making that pussy wet." + "you're so loud, baby, you like puttin' on a show, yeah?"

♱ (s)trap queen! she enjoys using it and having it used on her!

♱ she won't degrade you as much but she occasionally mixes it in with her usual praise, "fuck, pretty girl. you really are a slut but... just for me though, hmm?" + "you look so beautiful all exposed for me."

♱ ellie can get possessive when she's in it. she's always using "me" and "mine" to verbalize her claim on you.

♱ the best at fingering on this list...

♱ her favorite way to be dominated by you is when you flip her over and fuck her from the back. it's such a pretty sight; her bent over with her back arched fucking back on you while you pin her down, forcing her to just, take it.

♱ ellie likes it when you use her own words against her (from when she was dominant) and throw it in her face, "you hear that, ellie? you hear that little pussy getting wet for me, huh?" + "you're so loud, ellie. gonna wake up our neighbors."

♱ wants her ass slapped raw.

♱ she goes "uugh, uh, uh, ungnh, f-fuuck!!" when you fuck her. she gets very overwhelmed with how good she's feeling and blacks out.

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