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lorasdolly · 2 days ago
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Hello! I hope you have a nice day :3
★Jinx meets tatto artista! Reader. She was just passing by until she saw the studio, then decided on the spot to do something spontaneous because she said "why not?". Reader is the complete opposite of Jinx, but they get along well as they talk. If possible if you can please use GN! Reader.
Take care!
𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒
︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶
𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗼!𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘁!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗷𝗶𝗻𝘅 𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗲
(modern au? sort of. Also this is rushed i'm sorry to whoever requested 💔 you can always try again in my requests with any new ideas. I'm doing some other ones too for evb else who sent some in!)
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Jinx was walking down the plaza, bored out of her mind. She and her sister had plans to go out, have a meal, catch up, but Vi canceled last minute claiming her wife had a bad fever.
Jinx huffed, watching as rain came down, only slightly wet since she found shelter quickly. It had been such a dreadful day.
She continued walking down the side walk of the plaza, looking through the window of every store till something caught her eye. She did a double take, slowly walking backwards to look through the window of a studio.
She squinted, focused on where you sat, legs crossed on a stool, concentrated on— Jinx's eyes glazed over the tattoos on your arm and down to what you were doing— a client.
She watched as the zoom-in glasses slid down your nose slightly, hair framing pieces of your face perfectly. Jinx was in some sort of trance, watching your leg bounce as you move the needle with precision.
Jinx's eyebrows knit together, forehead wrinkles an indicator of choosing whether or not she should go inside.
Her hand wraps around the door knob, pulling it open and trying to be as discrete as possible. Her eyes never left you, standing in a random spot of the studio waiting for the tattoo to be done.
You put your needle down, a slight smile gracing your lips as the client expresses their joys with the design. Jinx wondered how someone who seemed to have such a stressful job was so patient, sweet.
The client paid, walking out the door, giving a small smile to Jinx who never returned it.
You still hadn't noticed Jinx standing in a corner as you tidied up, you didn't even notice as she creeped up on you.
Only once she put both hands on your shoulder, slightly bouncing off, did you notice. Your eyes widened, nearly getting whiplash from how you turned your head.
When your eyes took in her sight, the way the braids she had reached down, tattoos on her arm, the act of innocence sparkling in her eyes, you nearly melted.
"Excuse me..?" You spoke, voice mellow.
"Hey—! You wanna tattoo me next?" Jinx spoke, a grin on her face as she sat where the previous client was at.
Your head turned once again, this time to the clock. "My next client gets here in... forty minutes." You stated, placing your glasses above your head.
Jinx shrugs, "That's good enough!" Her feet swung off the chair she was on, a smile still plastered on her face.
"You should tattoo right— here!" Jinx point at her forearm. "Your number!" She continued, exclaiming.
Your eyes widened, an eyebrow raising as you were putting on your gloves. "My.. what?" You started fiddling with the second glove in your hand, not knowing how to react to such advances.
"Your number? On your phone, silly."
You shake your head, "That's.. not appropriate." She giggles, her arms snaking around your neck childishly. "Awh, then how can i get you to give me it?" She says, a slight pout on her lips, no concept of personal space running through her head.
"I— I have a client in a few," Your hands touch the sides of her waist hesitantly, gently trying to push her off. She huffed, pulling away and looking down at you.
"We can go eat...? Just cancel on them!" Jinx was persistent, she wanted to get you to do something random, spontaneous.
You looked at the clock, still not fully convinced. You were reluctant, yet her invite was enticing.
"Let's make it quick."
It was stepping out of your comfort zone, but the time wasn't entirely wasted, maybe even well spent. Jinx spoke for most of the time and you listened, occasionally adding your input to the conversations.
The contrast was prominent, the calmness behind your actions and the severity behind hers. She'd often make passes at you and she would lengthen moments.
You lost track of time, missing the rest of your clients for the day. She giggled as your hand met your face stressfully, realizing you lost half a day of money.
She stood with you next to the immense water fountain, center of the plaza. The light reflected off her features, emphasizing the sparkle in her eyes, the grin on her face, and the occasional tiny scars scattered throughout her face.
Your eyes melted, lips slightly parted. She was different from yourself, chaotic, disoriented, it was a nice contrast though. One that could keep you on your toes yet nicely grounded.
There was a moment of comfortable silence, it didn't last very long when a thunderous noise came from the sky. You flinched, bounching lightly, making her chuckle.
"Ya' scared of some rain?" She commented, playfully mocking. You shook your head, awkwardly giggling back. "Uhm— no.." Another one striked, along with lightning, causing you to tumble a bit once again.
Her laughs were more consistent now, but you just stared at the way she looked.
Rain sprinkled, making you look up in suprised. "Oh— We should get you under a roof, you might get sick.." You spoke, grabbing her wrist and trying to tug her away as the rain got heavier.
She let you yet stopped in the middle of the street, rain still pouring over the both of you.
She looked hesitant for the first times you two met, her hands bringing you closer and pressing a firm kiss against your lips. You both grew drenched, hair soaked to the tip, but you didn't pull away.
Your hands went around her own neck, kissing softly, needily. She was more ardent with her motion but you were slow, taking time with her.
You could hardly feel the rain anymore, focused on the dance of tongues between you and Jinx. She pulled away first, you followed after her before finally removing your lips.
She took deep breaths, a smile painted onto her, basically permanently.
"Was the day off worth it?" She questioned giggling, staring at her lipstick smudged on your lip and corners.
You only hummed in agreement, pressing her body closer to yours.
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ashlynnfall · 2 months ago
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ekko looks for powder in the color blue. the sky, the water, hair, and eyes. blue blooms in the flowers near his tree and weaves through the streets of zaun, leaving trails for him to follow, leading him to something that no longer exists.
ekko looks for powder in light. it emanates from fire and spreads throughout zaun in the night. it's in the fixtures that decorate the streets, and it cascades down onto ekko's hideout, illuminating the mural that commemorates what has been lost. light reminds him of her. her bright smile and her blinding beauty. it revives the past they shared before tragedy struck, of that unforgettable night where they danced under the stars, of that kiss on the ledge...it's an everlasting reminder of his deepest affection.
ekko looks for powder in the gadgets he possesses. he searches for traces of her in the trinkets he collects, tinkering away to create new ones. inventions are where he looks the hardest, reminding himself of the days they spent working on innovative projects together. he thinks of her genius, her drive, and her madness in the craft. the memories bring a comforting smile to his face, which is a rare sight these days.
ekko looks for powder in time, lamenting how much they used to have together. there's a cruel irony in "the boy who shattered time" nickname. he was unable to spend the time he wanted with her, he couldn't shatter time enough to fit his needs. he enjoyed what they spent together, but it was too little. he could rewind time over and over and over again, but he still wouldn't get enough of her. his love for powder is timeless.
ekko looks for powder in his title: the boy savior. yet another cruel irony. he saved the entire world, ensuring the survival of many. in fact, he's spent his whole life saving people. he's always sacrificing his own needs for others as he leads a life of unbridled altruism. in a way, he's making up for being unable to save powder from jinx and silco. the boy savior, capable of rescuing anyone and everyone, except for the love of his life.
ekko looks for powder in the new era of zaun. sevika leading in the council, children running in the streets in glee rather than fear, the people breathing fresh air-it was everything they ever dreamed of. if only she was around to see it. ekko searches for the murals dedicated to her, seeks out the remnants of her hideout, scouts for anyone with leftover stories of her to tell. he observes the elated spirits of the city and bears the pain deep within his smile, reminding him of what could have been.
ekko looks for powder physically. it's not enough to just remember her. he needs to hug her, hold her close, and never let her go. he needs to hear her voice again, to invent with her again, to dance with her again, he just needs her to be here again. powder's absence is impossible to ignore, and ekko's tired of acknowledging it. he wants to be selfishly in love with her, but he can't. the world needed a savior, ekko answered the call.
ekko never stops looking for powder. she's in his head, in his heart, in his memories, in his home-no place is without her image. in his mind, powder's words echo promises of the past, not knowing that they'd be broken in the future. he searches for her in the people of zaun, hoping for the day when someone's face matches the one he craves to see so desperately. his search is endless, hopelessly devoted to a ghost of his past.
ekko finds powder in the hand that extends to him from a large white blimp. blue and pink nails decorate the pale skin covering it, confirming who stands before him. he looks at her bright smile, her pink eyes, the blue hair that grew back to the tops of her shoulders, the beautiful face he yearns to get lost in. he takes her in, processing everything he can see, praying that this isn't some horrible dream or hallucination.
ekko finds powder in the hug that they share, the hands that he holds, and in the lips that kiss him. ekko finds powder in the promises of adventure, in the conversations about their post-war lives, and in the apologies for everything. ekko finds powder.
powder and ekko find each other in love, in the reunion with their surviving friends and family, in the celebrations of a new zaun. they find each other on the dance floor once again, but this time, in the right universe. they bask in each other's arms, refusing to ever let go.
ekko finally finds powder, promising to never lose her again.
a/n: hi! i wanted to give ekko the ending he deserves because he's my fav character and deserves the whole world. timebomb as a couple mean so much to me, so i wanted to write a little story about their reunion after the finale of season 2. i need them together!! i also just adore ekko and powder, and that scene of them dancing in the alt universe was insanely well done. i hope you enjoyed my work, and thank you for reading! any tips of improving my writing or general thoughts on the fic would be greatly appreciated. thank you for your time <3
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𝑺𝑻𝑨𝒀 𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻,
𝑮𝑬𝑻 𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑵.
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A/N: okay bear with me, this is a ‘poem’ (i don’t know what else to call it) that i wrote and when i read over it i realised some girls here would appreciate this imagery with their own infatuations, so whilst its not written like fan-fiction i felt generous enough to share it and i hope at least 1 of you will like it, best part is that you can picture any one of your favourite girls!!! Instead of a name i call the other character “Pretty”, so keep that in mind while reading, and again, this isn’t written like fan-fiction, but still i would appreciate it if you gave it a shot and told me what you think ♡
tags: lesbian only, think anyone!, femme!r, metaphors, suggestive, nsfw undertones but they are so slight and hidden beneath the wordplay that i can’t really count this as nsfw, sadomasochistic in a way, did i forget something? Let me know!
· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · ୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨ · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·
I don’t want a cottage, i don’t want a life in simplicity and independency. I want a castle, i want an abandoned mansion adorned by vines hugging it long after solitude fell cold and loveless upon its very walls.
I want to hear the floors creak with every step, i want to hear the tremble of the floors effortlessly mirror the tremble of her legs, i want to have her, Pretty, and i want to keep her on her toes. I want, behind her gaze, to be as unpredictable as the grass around the mansion, a neglected ring of hues of green. Tall, short, eaten, rotten.
I want to give her the world, and i want to make her spin in the middle of it, i want to give her everything and make her feel like in a moment she could have nothing.
I want to make her dizzy and i want to make her euphoric, i want to see her scared and i want to hold her close, be the one to comfort her, Pretty.
I want our clothes to dance against each other when the weather drops and i take her out on walks, on the endless garden we’ve named ‘our hearts’ that no matter how long it’s been there for, untouched, unloved, uncared for, it just never seems to end.
I want her to let me tear her cotton fabrics apart and off, torn by grinding teeth and claw-like nails, hungry like a centuries-old vampire, lifetimes of self control and respect disintegrated in the very same time span Pretty’s clothes get ripped. Carefully laboured fabric, soft as freshly laved hair, made with the selfish, miserable thought of this granting them extra bread on their dinner plate.
And she would, she would let me tear her apart in one shared gaze. She would let me hold her and scratch her open, she would let me wound her because she knows i’ll be the one to heal her up again. And she knows i’ll do it before she can build the thought of asking me to.
She would let me darken her vision under the noon sun, heating and blinding. She would let me bruise her neck, violet splats trailing down her body like a rosemary. She would let me reach her depths and spin them around, it’d be nothing new to her, as long as her world is intertwined with mine she’s always spinning, she’s always dizzy. She would let me cradle her head as i treat her like fresh meat in aching, starved hands, because i’ve done so another hundred times, and each one she only seems more unwilted than the last.
Because she knows she’ll get me back.
Because she plans on making my darkest nights luminous, and she knows i’ll let her. The story is always the same; she unwraps me like a one-of-a-kind royal heirloom, her touches vigilant, precise on what she unfolds, what lies beneath her hands. And she knows i don’t fancy peace, her words forming clear juxtaposition to her touches, there are no blurred lines, my sense of touch and my sense of hearing are in two completely different words, and yet they co-exist in the pits of my stomach.
But like every child asking their parent to tell them a bedtime story, it doesn’t matter if its always the same, they always enjoy it the same. At the end of the day they fall asleep to it every time.
I’ll let her unwrap the lace off the corset, i’ll let her loosen every layer, watch the silks fall off my form, i’ll let her tell me the harshest things that leave my throat closing in on itself, as her hands soothe around my flesh getting me to ease up. She’ll rock me back and forth from being velvety to being cruel, i know it, and i will let her.
Because it takes two to dance, if you’re unable to match the other’s rhythm what’s the fun? It’s only enjoyable when you’re both having fun. 🫀
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sinning-23 · 28 days ago
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please please please do different arcane/opla character's kinks???? (preferably some Jayce but yk-)
OMG I was just returning to arcane roots. Mind you I haven't seen the recent season (Im waiting for my mom and sister since we all watched dit together) UHH take these smutty lil kinky lil headcanona!
P.s For as much smut as i write I have the hardest time remembering the differences between kinks and fetishes BUT I think I got it down lol. Bare with me yall.
P.P.S. I'll make a part two with some more of these guys lol I started to draw a blank on a few and get burnt out but I want to provide QUALITY writing to y'all
Enjoy-
Silco
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Yknow every time I come on this god forsaken app I find myself thirsting over dead midleages if not older men....
Ahem
Smoking and Begging I feel like would be two kinks of his. And like he already is a smoker so just translating that over to the bedroom....oof.
I feel like he's the type to smoke after or before, but like in a way that relaxes him even further? YK what I'm saying? Perhaps he'll even offer you some with a firm grip on your face while he blows smoke into your mouth, just before he kisses you.
I also think the begging gets him hot under the collar. Just the idea of his partner asking so desperately for release knowing he's in control of whether they're allowed to or not really does it for him. He's ruthless but sweet in the most deliciously contradicting way. Saying things like, " Begging is so unbecoming of you my dear," or "You can beg better than that, I thought you wanted to cum?"
Sevika
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Sevika my belovedddddd <3 come home baby the kids miss you lmao. Sevika seems like the type to be down for a lot but also has her limits? One thing that really gets her going though is overstim/multiple orgasms. Please let her pull as many as she can from you its literally her favorite thing watching her partner come undone. She likes to see how messy you get and how your thighs tremble and shake, damn near tensing up from the strain.
She starts slow. Maybe two...then three more.....how bout we shoot for 4 to 5? SIx you say?! Alright, let's just say fuck it and go for 7.
"C'mon, you can give me one more. Thatssss it, let go."
Vander
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This is a harworking, loving, family man okay. He doesn't have time for a lot...However, he definitely has time to just have you squeeze down on him with those hot, wet walls, simply existing. Ahhh yes the art of cockwarming in cwich he is an expert in. Hes a sneaky fucker too, taking time to just position you in front of him so he can slip his cock into you, just enjoying your warmth. No movement, just there, your back to his chest, pretending like nothing is happening behind the counter.
He especially enjoys the late nights, your bodies melted into one as you just sinkkkkk down on him, just adjusting to his length, fighting the urge to move as does he. Just that's part of the fun. Expect lots of soft gentled caresses as yout walls memorize him
Vi
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Babygirls got a thing for hot chicks in uniform. Be in business attire, military, or otherwise, she loves it.
I mean, honestly, I was not hot about clean white button-downs tucked into fancy dress pants adorned by emblems of silver or gold. A nice neat hairstyle, no flyaways, very much office siren.
And please god don't let you have a snappy domineering attitude, telling her what to do, sexily taunting. Babygirl will be weak in the knees.
Jinx
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I don’t think she’d have any kinks if I’m being honest. I see Jinx as a very experimental and fun but soft and vanilla lover. She enjoys being treated softly and gentle, especially in a moment of vulnerability like being intimate with a partner.
Viktor
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I hate to be the one to say it but stalkings/knee highs and glasses… Yall HEAR ME OUTTT HEAR ME OUT! I know that sounds really bad but if you see the vision. I feel like Viktor is a lover of pretty things, patterns and decoration. The feeling of lace or tights under his fingertips, the thrill of being the one who gets to remove your glasses before you go down on him.
All is truly a treat in his pretty yellow eyes. Especially when it's his beloved and devoted partner. He takes his time with you treating you delicately as he pulls the fabric off your kneesocks away to reveal pretty legs he gets to you all the way up to the main prize. He likes taking his time unwrapping his gifts. His favorite part is discarding it all from your body. Or at the very least, making you do it.
"Strip." He hums, leaning forward as you shed layers of clothes with a smile.
Ekko
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At first I was thinking that mmm Ekko doesn't have any really kinks. Maybe he’s more vanilla but then I got thinking…
Nah nah this guy..
He likes being bitten.
Oddly enough he wasn’t sure why when you had first done it on impulse, the two of you in one of your more intimate moments. You hand grazed his shoulder, only applying slight pressure before stopping yourself from going too hard but the sound it pulled form him. Gorgeous.
“D-Do it again. Please?” He asks, lifting a bit above your too see your glossed fucked our eyes.
“Bite you?” You reiterate, trying to read him and it’s nothing but pure lust and adoration.
“Baby, please.” He huffs, lulling his neck to the side, giving you access.
Please mark him up he really likes it.
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chairwritexv · 1 year ago
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Fem Reader is another adopted kid silco took in (because young jinx insisted on it). The two are super close and deeply care for each other. During the statue scene she tells silco she'll offer herself up and take full blame for jinx if it means her sis stays safe and free. This way zaun is free, jinx is safe, and her dad finally gets his biggest wish. This is enough for silco to basically go "fuck that. You are my children and I will not give either of you away. Not even for Zaun. We'll think of something but I refuse to sacrifice either of you." And Jinx overhears all this.
the statue scene is when silco’s talking to vander’s statue, right? lol, my memory sucks…
tw ❦ angst
platonic ❦ romantic ❦ neutral
fandom ❦ arcane
character(s) ❦ silco, jinx
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“is there anything so undoing as a daughter?” silco’d asked as he took a sip of alcohol. you’d peeked your head out of the shadows as you listened to your adoptive father’s conversation with vander’s statue, knowing what you had to do. “dad,” you said as you walked up to him, your hands swaying by your side. silco immediately turned to you, slightly startled. “Y/N.” you took a deep breath. “i’ll do it.” “what?” “i- i’ll offer myself to the enforcers, so that jinx will be safe and-” you were only halfway through your sentence when silco started shaking his head, standing up, but you didn’t notice as your eyes were closed and your head was down. “-and then zaun is free and you’ll have your biggest wish and-” “No.” at this you looked up, staring your adoptive father in the eyes. “but-” “No. i am not giving either of my children away, not even for zaun. i’ll figure something out but i am not losing you or jinx.” you stood there for a moment, unsure what to say before you tackled silco in a hug, almost knocking him over. he flinched, but hugged you back. neither of you noticed your blue-haired sister hiding in the shadows, having heard everything. ☽ 【┘】 ☾ "jiiinnnnxx,,” you dragged out your sister’s name as you called her, your feet dragging behind you as you entered her “lair”. however, the place was empty, much to your surprise. you looked around, making sure she wasn’t hiding to scare you as she’d done so many times before. “jinx?” which is when you noticed the note scribbled on the desk. “ not letting you sacrifice yourself for me n dad. luv you, tell dad i love him too ꨄ ” you cursed and ran out of the room, running as fast as you could all the way to the bridge connecting zaun and piltover. after reaching the bridge you immediately spotted jinx’s bright blue braided hair, and the enforcers surrounding her with their guns raised. “JINX!!” you yelled out, catching jinx’s attention as she turned to you, her eyes widening. “WAIT!!” you yelled out, coming in between jinx and the enforcers, half of whom now had their guns trained on you. “wait, she’s-” “Y/N, no-” “she’s just covering for me,” you spat out, still panting heavily from the long run. “it was me. i did everything. jinx was innocent, she did nothing wrong. she’s just covering.” and that was all the enforcers needed to hear. they handcuffed you and forced you away from jinx, dragging you toward piltover. you looked back at jinx with tears in your eyes, giving your sister one last smile.
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hope you enjoyed! ♡ debating a part two lol
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cauldron-of-oddities · 5 months ago
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Lay low. Lay low. Ekko had to keep repeating that to himself as a regiment of enforcers passed through the lanes. The heavy march had warned most people to get behind closed doors, to keep their head down before they got the butend of a rifle to their neck or worse, a bullet or a one way ticket to Stillwater. The smallest of offences was enough. His nails dig into his palm to ground himself.
There were eyes everywhere these days. It's a twisted thought he has as he looks up. He'd never thought he'd miss just the one, scoffing at the half shattered eye above the Last Drop. One of the broken lights flickers, sparks jumping from jagged ends. For a second, it looked like it would ignite before fizzing out. Tingles run down his neck, and he looks up to see three enforcers looking at him, hands on the safety of their guns. Lay low, he repeats. Ekko pulls up the collar of his coat and walks on, not looking back.
He's not here for trouble, not today. He'd gone barefaced, the hourglass too much of a calling card. Today, he wants to be invisible, to avoid the spring wound tight in the air, the knives pointed at backs, and the trap under foot that the Pilties and Chembarons have made of Zaun, he has somewhere to be.
It's been a constant vigil since the blast, Ekko is ever watchful of the corners he passes deeper into the Lanes, weary now of the Chembaron goons and turf wars. With news of Silco's death, rumours had run amok, some said suicide, some said there was a traitor, and some said his daughter had gone well and truly mad. What was the truth he didn't know yet, but he was very aware of the power vacuum. Sticking to the walls, he makes his way past the old arcade. He's almost tempted to go in.
In a large shard of glass, he sees the shadows under his eyes and sags. No, he's chosen where he wants to go. He wants to rest for a bit. He wants to actually sleep for a bit. Slipping in an alley, he climbs his way up to the roof three buildings beyond the arcade to the roof with a single hatch, beyond it an attic. An attic where he and Powder had made a little hide away, where they'd drawn on all the walls and sorted scrap and whispered of futures and how to prank Mylo.
Something fond settled in his chest as he clicks open the latch. It's the escaping dust that makes his eyes water he tells himself as he opens the heavy shutter.
He just wants to remember his friend for a bit. He wants to sulk and soak in the memories. He wants to remind himself of all their hopes, because she may be out of reach, but if it's up to him, the dream they had to live free, of having good things and creating the greatest inventions would never slip from his grasp. With that, he drops down into the dark attic. The light from outside brightens the space just enough to see the scratchy blue crayon cat greet him from the wall.
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youmaycallmeyourhighness · 1 year ago
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Jinx's hands curl up on instinct. Her fingers brush against her hip when she feels threatened, or surprised, or even just irritated. Ekko slides his hand in hers and she crushes it without realizing. He doesn't pull away, says he's happy she's here, happy to have her. She'll hurt him if she stays, she's not a good person. She knows very intimately that she is not, it's why she never lets go.
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l0akkzz · 2 months ago
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— the masterlist
HOCKEY
OO1: dna guarantee. ( q. hughes )
OO2:
OO3:
ARCANE
OO1: fill the void. ( s1!silco )
OO2: tongues & teeth. ( young!vander )
OO3: you know you like it. ( pitfighter!vi )
OO4: role model. ( s1!jaycetalis )
OO5: dance, dance. ( au!jaycetalis )
OO6: been like this. ( s1!viktor )
OO7: close. ( s1!sevika )
MARVEL
OO1:
OO2:
OO3:
DC!WAYNE FAMILY
OO1:
OO2:
OO3:
SILENT HILL
OO1:
OO2:
OO3:
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⋆·˚ ༘ * to be continued
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dipperscavern · 7 months ago
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one thing and then back to our regularly scheduled programming. i must be insane or something
everytime i watch a tv show i end up rooting for the characters the fandom hates for some reason 💔 it’s literally a curse idk what the hell im doing to end up here EVERY TIME
i love jon snow. jon snow they will never make me hate u — except he’s widely hated by the fandom for either being “boring” or killing daenerys
i love vi. vi i don’t think i’ll ever hate you (not sure yet) — except everyone hates vi for leaving (being dragged away from) jinx
IM SO TIRED OF BEING CONTROVERSIAL PLEASE
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ennabear · 27 days ago
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loser! sev getting all whiny and pathetic when she eats you out, rutting her hips against the mattress, cumming in her pants, accidentally overstimulating you like crazy because she's just loves it so much.
accidentally overstimulating HERSELF from eating you out?????? GODDDDDDD
HEHEHEH i said i was gonna respond to these as small little thoughts but i wanna write a real blurb about this because. wow. so true and real it brought tears to my eyes. THANK U FOR THISSSS i wish i could keep it in my asks forever hehehe… 18+
your wife has had one of the worst weeks of her life. the undercity has just completely gone rogue ever since silco has passed, and every effort she’s made to have everyone band together against topside is just worthless. nobody wants to listen to her, too obsessed with their own personal drama to see the bigger picture.
to make matters worse, she’s had to keep jinx under control too. when sevika imagined silco’s death, she didn’t imagine him leaving jinx in the will. and as if the sudden addition of jinx into her life wasn’t enough to stir the pot, jinx has found her own stray now too.
she’s exhausted. sick of sleepless nights spent erasing and rewriting silco’s mistakes, the bitter frost lingering in the streets leaving everyone in a tense and irritable mood. of fucking course she’s the one who has to deal with it, nobody else wants to take a stand or set things straight.
seeing her this way breaks your heart. she barely comes home anymore, usually to be found slumped over silco’s desk with a half empty bottle of whiskey at her side. her arm thrown across the table, an empty promise of getting it fixed and reattached hanging over her head. what she really needs is a new arm, but she refuses to take smeech up on his offer.
god damn it, your wife is so fucking stubborn. it turns you on immensely. because she’s loyal. she’s offered a brand new arm with all of the bells and whistles she could ever ask for, as long as she turns in jinx. easiest job ever, and she’s never liked the blue haired kid anyways. yet, she stands her ground. instead she’s been taking insults like “a bird without wings is just a funny lookin’ rat.” and trying to navigate her life with only one half of herself.
but tonight, she’s gonna make her absence up to you. she wanders home through the dark streets and alleys of zaun, straight to your shared doorstep. one could barely call it a house, as there weren’t really any dwellings that have survived this long in the undercity without being overtaken by moss and vines or crumbled to pieces— but it certainly was a home. especially when she gets to walk in and see you looking cozy and domestic.
you stare up at her when she saunters through the door, a crease between her brows and wet, red eyes painting her face as usual. she sighs, walking over to you and joining you on the couch. in an instant, she’s in your arms again. just the way you like it. without a word, you massage her temples as she nuzzles her face deeper into your hold. your touch is magic, she can feel the month long migraine she’s had suddenly disintegrating.
before she can stop it, before she even realizes what’s happening, hot streams of tears leak out of her eyes and roll down her cheeks. you coo at her and swipe them all away, kissing the top of her head repeatedly as a reminder of your love. yeah, it’s been a day or two since you’ve seen her, and sure, it’s been even longer since you’ve been on a date or had any sort of alone time, but you know that it isn’t personal. she’s trying her best, even if that means stumbling over her words and tripping over her feet.
“bad day, huh?” you ask, another kiss to the top of her head.
“bad week, bad month, bad year…” she responds with a sniffle. “i just wanna be close to you.”
she peeks up at you though her wet eyelashes, some of her black eye makeup smudged around her eyes. you giggle at her, she’s so fucking adorable. and so sweet, so hardworking, so gentle. before you can muster out an ‘i love you’, she bolts forward and catches your lips in a sweet kiss, pinning you to the couch.
“sev, god, you’re so needy.” you pant when she finally releases your lips to catch her breath.
“i’ve missed you, shit. wanna taste you so bad.”
with that, she shoves your pants down, already eagerly sucking bruises into your neck. you groan, you’ve forgotten how good your wife’s touch feels. a big, warm hand wraps around your own, and although they’re rough and cracked, you’ve never felt anything softer. tears threaten to spill out of your own eyes with the amount of love and adrenaline pumping through your veins, but sevika grounds you by shuffling on top of you.
you think she’s about to sit her cunt on top of yours as she strips herself of her pants, but you’re mistaken, and you realize this when she whimpers out a little “hand me that” and nods toward one of the pillows behind you.
confused and turned on as you are, you do as she asks and hand her a throw pillow which instantly gets shoved between her thighs. she wastes no time in diving forward to lick up all of your arousal, her eyes growing starry as a little string of white connects itself from your clit to the tip of her nose. you almost faint. fuck, you’ve missed her face, even more what it can do to you. so you buck your hips up and slowly grind yourself against her face, sevika matching your pace with her own hips.
in an instant, she’s lost in the pleasure— more specifically the taste of you and the slow grind of her cunt against the pillow. moans vibrate through your folds as she buries her face between your spread legs, and you whimper, already embarrassingly close to the finish line.
surprisingly, sevika cums first, the pillow cradling her wet cunt as she humps against it in time with her licks and sucks. that doesn’t stop her, and she doesn’t even stop after you cum and start yanking her head away out of intense pleasure. she can’t stop, though, not now. she’s in too deep. literally. her tongue is buried inside of you and her nose runs over your clit with every thrust, her mind absolutely racing with emotional thoughts and horny feelings.
“sevika, please!” you grunt, her grip on your hips is relentless. “babe, i already came, that’s enough.” but judging by the way she completely ignores you, you wonder if she even heard you at all.
she whines when you tug on her hair or push her shoulders away with the heels of you feet, her face completely melted to your cunt. she never stops fucking her pillow, and now her clit is red and rubbed raw by the cloth. she doesn’t know how many orgasms she’s had, it could range between three and twenty. she lost count when she came for the umpteenth time after you pulled her hair and moaned her name at the same time.
tears spill from her eyes again, but this time they’re happy tears. god, she’s missed you, and she doesn’t ever wanna stop. you take her face in your hands when you notice the sobs and sniffles she’s letting out, along with more whimpers and groans. this time, she relents, slowing her own hips first and then licking up the rest of the cum and spit between your thighs.
“sev, baby, what’s wrong?” you ask, concerned that maybe you hurt her or she hurt herself.
“i just missed you…” she starts. “and i love you so much.” she crawls up your body and lays her head on your stomach while you both catch your breath, the pillow being discarded on the floor. your fingers work wonders on her scalp, and she almost falls asleep after half an hour of matching her breathing to yours.
“don’t fall asleep yet.” you warn, although you’ve been yawning more than she has. “you still need to carry me to bed and tuck me in like a gentleman.”
“you might have to be the gentleman tonight,” she giggles. “i don’t think my legs are sturdy enough to carry us to the bedroom right now.”
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archangeldyke-all · 3 months ago
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jinx teasing sev and saying that she wouldn’t be able to survive a week without kissing r bc she’s “whipped”
sev takes that to heart and in fact does try to prove jinx wrong, but the second she sees r’s sweet and confused face at her dodging the kiss she breaks and apologizes and promises to make it up to her bc lets be honest sev wouldn’t be able to go even a day without kissing her precious gf
GOD i'm gonna make this roach verse.
i'll give a vague explanation below the cut so people who aren't familiar with that fic and still want to read this blurb can have context
men and minors dni
ok all u need to know is that sevika and reader had a whole enemies to lovers thing when reader got hired as jinx's (age 11ish in this blurb) nanny. they're madly in love now, and sevika has learned to tolerate (love) jinx too.
what sevika doesn't know is that you've been in on it from the start.
jinx was teasing you, about the kisses you're always pressing on sevika's cheeks and the way you're always tucking her loose hairs behind her ears, and you got flustered and blurted "at least i'm not as bad as sevika!"
jinx, of course, cackled and agreed with you, then she asked, "you think you can get her to buy us jericho's tonight?"
you giggled and ruffled her hair. "probably. you wanna have some fun with it though?" you asked.
which is how you're here.
jinx made a bet with sevika that she couldn't last more than a day without kissing you. sevika, of course, took the bait-- desperate to prove jinx wrong without thinking through the consequences.
consequences being, of course, your pout when she dodges your kiss at lunch. (jinx is hiding her giggles behind her hand. sevika is hiding her own pout behind hers.)
you try again when she helps you and lock clear the plates after the gang eats. (jinx tags along, carrying a singular fork as her version of 'helping'-- just to see if sevika fails on her bet) sevika ignores your attempted forehead kiss, making a u-turn and practically running back out into the bar.
and then, you bring out the puppy eyes.
standing just outside of jinx's room while she 'reads her books' you confront sevika. she cringes the moment she sees you, and you just sigh. "sev..."
"baby, c'mere." she sighs, wrapping her arms around you, folding immediately. if you focus, you think you can hear jinx hyperventilating from holding her laughs in her room. "i made this dumbass bet with jinx that i could go the whole day without kissing you, and i didn't get the chance to let you in on it without the brat around." she pouts. you blink up at her, trying to make your eyes as big as possible.
before you can speak, sevika darts down to kiss you. you can't help but giggle against her lips. when she pulls away, you finally sigh.
"i guess that's alright."
"it's not." she kisses you again. "i felt like i was stubbing my toe each time i dodged you." she pecks you once more. you start to giggle. "what can i do to make it up to you?" she asks.
in her room, you hear jinx's muffled "fuck yes!"
you just bat your eyes at sevika. "wanna take me to jericho's for dinner tonight?"
sevika nods. "do we have to bring the brat?"
you chuckle. "duh. it's her favorite, she'd kill us if we went without her."
"fine." sevika sighs, kissing you one last time before turning around and marching away-- off to do whatever job silco's got her on today.
jinx's door flies open, and the girl comes flying out, cackling manically. "we did it!"
"i told you we could." you say, ruffling her bangs. you pull her to your side and start walking the pair of you toward the stairs. "c'mon. dinner's not 'til late and i'm hungry. wanna share some flamers?" you ask. jinx nods, giving you a quick hug before darting off and scrambling down the stairs toward the kitchen.
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proseandpretrichor · 2 months ago
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Entwined | Jinx x Reader
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Warnings: none -> just a short little thought blurb I had to write so my mind would shut up so I can sleep
You were her opposite in every way. It was hardly fathomable– the crazed criminal somehow wooing such a quiet and kind person such as yourself. You did share her notorious ambitions, just existing as a simple botanist living in one of the few docile suburbs of the undercity. You were the type of person to leave bowls of milk and water for the stray animals roaming the streets, unlike your cloud filled mind of your partner often found too dazed by the whirlwinds of her own mind to focus on anything else. While she built mechanisms of chaos, you created simple melodies of plants into teas, tonics, and remedies. Often selling these little miracles for such a small cost it seemed as though you were giving them away for free, something that was nearly unheard of in a place like the undercity. And these products not only were affordable, they worked! They worked exceptionally well, whereas the working class of the Undercity were doomed to rely on shimmer to continue with the grueling pace of the labor demands to provide, to eat, and sleep in a sheltered abode, you offered a chance of true health, of hope, of rest, of peace. Naturally, those who knew you, cherished you, none more so than Jinx. While at first the coupling seemed confusing and odd it soon clicked and couldn’t seem to make more sense. Jinx protected you and cherished you away from the extortionists of the Undercity, seeking to take your gifts and extort them for profit. In exchange for no cost, you gave Jinx a real understanding of the concept of true love, healthy love, happy love – no strings or obligations attached. You accepted her as she was waiting patiently to understand her past, unraveling the strings that wove together the misunderstood woman who held your heart in her jittery hands. And when the pieces of the puzzle finally clicked and you stood back and made sense of the whole picture that made Jinx well Jinx, you didn’t cower away in annoyance or fear, but embraced all the parts of her, even the messy jagged broken fragments. Even though it seemed as though your intertwined existences seemed to cancel the other out, you didn’t try to change her or soften her. You allowed her the freedom to exist as she was meant to, and figure out her place in the world, even when at most times she seemed to want nothing more to destroy it and certainly did her best to. And she knew… she knew for every explosion made by her hands, you were somewhere else mending the cracks and sewing the holes into faded little scares. So it really didn’t matter, then did it? — is the conclusion most people end on. It didn’t matter that you two were so biologically different, not when somehow it made you fit together all the while better. Besides, it's not like anyone could successfully tear you two apart, not if Jinx had anything to say about it– and she certainly did, as long as she was breathing you would be by her side. It didn’t matter what the pair of you concluded the tasks of the day, you would find your way back to each other. Wrapped into an embrace, one that slowly recharged the energy the day demanded of the two of you, and in that little pocket of the Undercity, a place of the forsaken, there was perfection given to the most damned of all women. So perhaps that makes her all the more deserving of it, you decide. 
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vivwritesfics · 1 year ago
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Moon Goes To A Grand Prix
Blurb bc I'm once again sick and dying
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Moon the raccoon wore his little blue harness as his mom scanned her way into the paddock. It was the Friday of the Miami Grand Prix, meaning the paddock was just a little quieter than the Saturday and Sunday.
Everybody in the paddock stopped to stare as Moon came trotting past. He walked just a couple of steps ahead of his mom, like a loyal dog on a leash.
When they got to a busier part of the paddock, Y/N scooped Moon into her arms. "Should we go and find your dad?" She asked him as she scratched the top of his head.
She walked through the paddock with Moon in her arms, heading towards the Williams garage.
They were stopped several times along the way, with Daniel Ricciardo being the first. "Moon!" He shouted as he strode towards them.
Y/N held Moon towards him and Daniel took him from her like he was a baby. He turned towards photographer's facing them, getting a picture with Moon. "I can't believe Moon is finally attending his first Grand Prix," he said, handing him back to his mother.
"Hes grown so much, I know," Y/N answered, placing him back on the floor. Immediately Moon set about sniffing Daniels shoes. "We're off to go and find his dad," she said along with her goodbyes.
The next person to interrupt their journey was Oscar Piastri. "Moon Moon!" He called the moment he saw him.
Moon went trotting towards him, happy to let Oscar pick him up. "There's my favourite nephew."
"Nephew, Osc?"
"Yeah," Oscar answered, holding Moon against his McLaren shirt. "We've got to get him in Orange at some point."
"Well, when Logan and Lando are teammates, I'll consider it," she said with a cheeky grin.
Oscar rolled his eyes in a very unserious manner. "Has he been introduced to everyone yet?" He asked as she began walking away, still holding Moon. Y/N had no choice but to follow.
Oscar insisted on introducing Moon to as many of the people at McLaren as possible.
When a little raccoon came trotting up to him, Lando ran away, again in an unserious manner. But Moon loved the chase and found himself climbing up Lando's jeans.
On their way to the Williams garage they were stopped by Pierre Gasly and Charles Leclerc, all insisting on saying Hello to Moon. Carlos Sainz insisted on giving him food and Lewis Hamilton was only to happy to meet him.
Eventually Y/N got to the Williams Garage with Moon. "Where's your dad?" She said to him and he pulled on the leash, almost as if he understood up.
Logan didn't notice them at first. His back was to them as he spoke to his engineers.
Y/N let Moon get closer. She let go of his leash as he climbed up Logans leg.
Finally, Logan turned around. He grabbed Moon from his leg and held him in his arms as he looked around for his girlfriend. "Hey," she said, grinning up him.
Holding Moon cradled in his arms, Logan walked over to his girlfriend. "Hey," he replied, unable to hide his smile as he dipped his head down and kissed her.
She wanted to wrap her arms around him, to hold him close, but with Moon in the way she couldn't. So, she settled for tucking herself into his side. "Moon and I wanted to wish you good luck today," she said, closing her eyes as she leaned against his shoulder.
"I've got my good luck charms here, I'm bound to do well."
But Y/N shook her head at that. "Ah, Fuck, Logan. You jinxed it."
Before he could respond with anything other than a laugh, there was a shout from across the garage. "IS THAT MOON?" Cried Alex Albon as he came running towards them.
It was fine, the three of them would get family time later.
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chairwritexv · 1 year ago
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Jinx hurts the reader on accident during one of her episodes and spirals because of it
tw ❦ unintentional hitting, blood
platonic ❦ romantic ❦ neutral
fandom ❦ arcane
character(s) ❦ jinx
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you knew as soon as you walked in what was happening. jinx’d told you about her “episodes” awhile ago, how she saw her old friends and how she tended to spiral. since then, you two had made up something to help snap her out of her episodes, and for the most part it worked. so as soon as you saw her mumbling something to herself on her knees while she hugged herself tightly, you knew. “jinx!” you’d immediately ran up to her, reaching out to touch her shoulder. “NO!” she’d shrieked, moving her arm in a way that forced her elbow against your nose, a sickening crack! echoing throughout the place. you’d fallen to the floor due to the hit, reflexively covering your nose. and that was why you were on the floor with a bloody, possibly broken nose. jinx immediately turned to you, fists up. it took a second for what she did to register, but as soon as it did her eyes went wide and she slumped out of her defensive position. “Y-Y/N-?” “jinx-” you reached out to her, but she immediately scooted back, all the bad memories rushing her. “Y-Y/N, n-no-” “jinx, honey, it’s ok-” “N-N-NO!!” she yelled, scooting farther back in fear of hurting you. she broke into tears, hiding herself from you as she sobbed. you approached her very slowly and very carefully, not wanting to upset her any more. you began to put your arm around her, but she flinched away, looking at you before letting out a choked sob and tackling you, burying her head in your chest and wrapping her arms around you in a near-death grip, mumbling mostly incoherent things with the occasional “i’m sorry” or “no.” “i-i’m sorry,” she choked out, to which you hugged her tighter. “it’s ok. it’s ok.”
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jinxificada · 5 months ago
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reserved affection
jinx x fem!reader
summary: while jinx deemed to be careless and independent, your devotion breaks down the walls.
notes: nsfw, mdni, wc 1,4k. SO apparently alot of u are pathetic needy losers like me since u liked that blurb sm i thought of writing it a bit more extensive heh. enjoy.
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her heavy steps echoed through the dark hallway, leading you to her hideout. you carry a big box of mechanical tools and pieces for her work as she grunts and complains under her breath.
she just left a meeting with silco and sevika, you weren’t allowed to be present but you still could hear the commotion from the outside. apparently, jinx made the tiny mistake of leaving a door unlocked in one of the shimmer factories, permitting a couple of addicts to get in there and steal very few rations. it could’ve been worse, that’s why she was scolded.
jinx was reckless, impulsive and a bit messy. but it wasn’t usual for her to make big mistakes, and if she did, she can take care of them just fine. you prefer not making a big deal out of them, specially because she got very sensitive after these situations.
she almost slammed the door closed on your face, well, she did, but your own feet stopped it. struggling, you followed her inside and rushed to leave her stuff. jinx was talking to herself, to the voices. you sighed and carefully approached her.
“jinx…” you called, your voice soft as well as your touch, though she still flinched when your hands reached for her shoulders from behind. “don’t worry about it, nothing major happened.”
“still—“ she huffed, not pulling away but neither reciprocating your affection as her own hands were busy gripping her own hair. “it was a mistake, the door— i forgot the lock and— shut it! he talked to me with that tone, sevika was there!”
“she dealt with it, forget it, it’s in the past now.” you tried again, walking to stand in front of her and gently take her hands, making her frown at you.
“you don’t get it, you never will.” she harshly said, “if i keep making mistakes he won’t let me go anywhere, i want to participate! i’m useful!”
“of course you are!”
she huffed again, skeptical. “you’re just saying that.”
that made you pout, even after years of devotion, she still doubted your words?
if someone knew jinx, it was you. having met her in the peak of y’all teenage years gave you the perfect panorama of her person. at first she was just a cool looking girl for you, someone who could bring a thrill to your depressing, boring life.
it was hard getting close to her, to convince her that you weren’t a threat and to break down her walls to know her story and see some vulnerability. in jinx’s defense it was an accident, you caught her guard down. and then, when you didn’t leave nor use any information against her or her father’s business, she kept you around.
in the end you were just a puppy following her around, you were just happy to be there for her. even though she treated you, well, like shit. but sometimes, you noticed she grew fond of you. she started to need you, your reassurance and your desinterested affection.
you showed a loyalty rare to find in zaun, and she appreciated it deeply.
“i’m serious,” you whined, fixing her disheveled hair and rubbing her cheeks. “you’re super smart, the cause will be lost if you don’t participate. silco needs you.”
your words combined with the soft caresses only fluttered her heart. warmth creeped up her chest and she pushed you away before you could notice her blush, walking to her work table to pretend being busy with something.
you don’t hesitate to follow, sticking to her back to hug her by the waist. “you’re perfect~” you hum, moving her braid to hide your face on her neck.
“you’re annoying…” she muttered back. jinx found it hard to push you away, she got scared the first time she felt comforted in your arms, breaking any chance of intimacy with sudden attitude towards you. but that was long ago, now she couldn’t help herself. she turned around with another murmur, “don’t leave a mark.” she warned, tangling her fingers in your hair to keep you close and try to guide your kisses. you were successful to distract her today.
“i won’t, i promise.” you shamelessly lie as you keep savoring her neck.
you wanted it to last forever. forcing your weight against her as soon as she lets you touch her. you gripped her waist, eagerly kissing and biting her pale skin.
“mhm, you taste so good…” you groan in delight, listening to her breath quickening and the quiet gasps.
“s-shut up.” she let you push her against her work table behind her, leaning her head back to give me even more space. “you’re smitten, hm—“
“f’course i am.”
there’s no shame in your voice, just pure devotion. you wanted her, you needed her. like air to breathe, you wanted to consume her.
her little puffs of breath only encouraged you to keep going. your lips smooched her neck and clavicle, urgently pulling at her top in an attempt to take it off.
“fuck—!” she huffed, obviously feigning annoyance again as she eagerly maneuvered to pull it off, exposing her chest for you. you moaned in unison when you took her nipple between your lips, you don’t lose a second to dig into her small breasts and worship every inch.
“lemme taste you, please,” you begged, “please please let me.”
“d’you deserve it, though?” she smirked, trying to control her quiet pants. you could only whine, rubbing your nose on her neck again as you hug her tightly, maybe this way she’ll soften up. “please, please, please.” you muffled pathetically.
you gasp when she pulled your head back from your hair, taking your lips in a deep, wet kiss. her tongue took control and you felt like melting.
you’ve kissed her many times, always needy and softly. she usually kisses back lazily, letting you have your way with her as if in obligation when in reality she craved the contact. but this was different, from the second she initiated it, she moved her lips fervently against your, forcing her tongue into your mouth.
and you easily submit, humming softly while you squeeze her bare waist in your hands. jinx surprised you again when she takes you to the old couch, pushing the couple of plushies and pillows to the floor to lead your back on the surface.
“oh— jinx?” you sighed, both eager and expectant to see what was she doing. you were about to look away when she stripped of her bottoms, but you found yourself hypnotized by her naked body.
“you wanted to taste me, baby?”
you sighed again, gazing at her with wide eyes as she accommodated herself on top of your stomach, “yeah.” you nodded, biting your lower lip in anticipation when she moved again to straddle your head, promptly about to sit on your face.
she doesn’t have to say anything else because you’re already sticking your tongue out, even raising your neck a little to finally reach her pussy. she was already wet, her silk folds opened easily as you mouth started to work for her pleasure. what a treat, you thought.
it wasn’t long before jinx squirmed on top of you, trembling and breathless moans echoed in the room as she rode your face with a neediness you’ve never seen from her. your hands tried to grip on her thighs to try and maintain a pace, but she was impatient and controlling. she looked down at you with a scrunched face, ready to complain, but the sight of your mesmerized eyes and the feeling of you tongue lapping and circling on her clit greedily…
her thighs trembled against your head, squeezing you tightly but you didn’t mind, doing your best to hold her to keep her from falling off, you kept working on her pussy as she lazily grinds down on you until it felt too much.
you almost whine when she pulled away, making space for her to drop on the couch next to you. you reached for her own underwear to clean the mess in between her legs, wishing she let you do it with your mouth again.
“feeling okay?” you softly murmured, seeing her twitch every once in a while in aftershock, jinx was extremely sensitive after the intensity of her orgasm.
“m’fine.” she whispered, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed. she leaned her body to your chest and you don’t hesitate to cuddle her, moving her body to half sit on you for comfort. lovingly, you pepper her face with kisses, “dumbass,” she tried to keep up the cold façade, but it was useless. her soft smile gave her away, she enjoyed your affection and she craved it.
good thing you had tones to offer her.
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abluebirdsseaview · 2 months ago
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All New part 3
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Part 1
Part 2
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A/n: sorry for the wait, and I hope everyone has had a amazing Thanksgiving (if you celebrate)
This is a longer chapter to make up for the wait
Please reblog, like, comment
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Text messages
You
Heyyyy
I had a really good time tonight
Would love to go out again
But like only if you want to
Drew
I would want nothing more
You looked beautiful tonight
You
Awww thank youuuu
You clean up nice
Drew
You got me blushing
Can't wait to see you again
Text messages with Mads
You
MADELINEEEE
The night was perfect and so is he
Mads
Awwww that's so sweet
My two favs are going to fall in loveee
You
Don't jinx it
I'm just scared about going out
I don't want any drama bc most of my fans are really defensive of tom
And like if I move on fast, people are going to be pissed
Mads
I know you love being chronically online
But you have healed and like the people in your life knows what Tom did to you
You deserve to be happy and not fearful of the public
You
True
I'm still going to try to keep drew and I private especially since this was only a first date
Okay I gtg but ilyyyyy
Mads
Love you more
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User1 well this is certainly a development !
User2 they way I thought I had a chance after the y/n breakup 😔
User3 I just know y/n's gc is going crazy
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hole4drewstarkey drew was asked on the Jimmy Kimmel show if he was open to dating and he blushed and answered definitely WHO IS THE GJRL DREWWWW WHO IS SHEE AND WHY NOT MEEEEEEEEE PLEASEES PLEAK
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User1 it's me, sorry guys
>user2 me when I'm manifesting
User2 DREW LIKED
>user3 so did y/n.... hmmm
User4 he is so sexyyyy
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Hmmm open to dating...
Good to know
drewstarkey
Yeah went on a date with a really cool girl last week
Yourinstagram
Lucky girl
drewstarkey
Hold up I just saw the user name and im dying
HOLE4DREWSTARKEY???? killer name
Yourinstagram
I love fan accounts
I started following this one #number1drewstarkeyfan
drewstarkey
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drewstarkey missing new york
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hole4drewstarkey who is behind the camera drew 🤬
>drewstarkey it's a secret
>hole4drewstarkey WTF YOU REPLIED
User1 I'm obsessed with the jacket
User2 thats bae
Madelinecline new york seems to be very popular...
Yourinstagram his favorite drink is a shirley temple btw
>drewstarkey this is confidential information and how dare you release it
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sabrinacarpenter the girls are scheming @/yourinstagram
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Yourinstagram it's killing me to keep this a secret
User1 WHAT IS ITTT5
User2 these queens
Madelinecline the fur coats? I'm obsessed
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Yourinstagram in the city
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Madelinecline hmmm the fourth pic...
>user1 I feel like Madeline knows things we dont...
User1 the guy in the back of the fourth pic
User2 she's so hot omlllll
Sabrinacarpenter can we try some freaky positions
>yourinstagram how do you feel about wheelbarrow
>sabrinacarpenter yessss 😫
Drewstarkey fire caption
>yourinstagram a genius came up with it
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