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can you make a story of jinx x female reader who are at a party and play 7 minutes in heaven.

7 Steps Backwards

synopsis: kithing jinx at a house party

cw: almost-sex, fem reader intended, mentions of alcohol, nipple play (j!receiving) n thigh grinding (r!receiving)

wc: 1.1k + proofread

a/n: happy two week anniversary to this ask LMAOOO I’m so sorry, I should’ve been done ages agoo 💔💔

You could feel her bare chest in your hands as you kissed into her. Hand trailing down the boob window of her shirt, right down the centre. The girl opposite you, with electric blue hair; had by far, the most eccentric outfit of the night. You weren’t sure if she made it herself or if it was one of those designer outfits made to look artistically like shit— a plaid skirt, lower on one side than the other and too many belts; matching combat boots but two different pairs of socks; jewellery adorning almost every part of her face, neck and hands. She was an attractive hot mess. Like, attractive attractive.

You paired with her in a game of 7 Minutes in Heaven, and she was ready to take you home when she saw you, fuck a walk-in pantry.

She saw you earlier, actually— dancing hard and carelessly, like your boobs weren’t threatening to fall out the spaghetti-strap dress, braided hair hitting against your back.

But up close? You were prettier, Jinx knew it. Delicate hands that didn’t look like they threw back straight shots of vodka, and a quieter demeanour: like you were shyer under her eyes than you were under the purple strobe lights of the party.

She was drinking you in, eyes skirting over the glitter on your eyelids, the exposed area of thigh. She bit her lip, hard, stretching out her hand to help you to the pantry.

You noticed the deep red lipstick stuck to her two front teeth. You grin back, wouldn’t matter, you could lick it off for her in just a second.

You let her ceremoniously take you by the hand, as if you weren’t both buzzed out your minds, moments from making out.

The door shuts behind you, someone in the other side announcing that the timer has started. You look down at your feet in line with hers, strappy heels toe-to-toe with her boots.

Wearing knee length and ankle length socks in the same fit, was a choice. You admit internally, it suited her perfectly.

You look back up to her eyes already searching yours.

From up close, you could notice her adorable tooth gap, the tiniest speck of freckles across her nose, the effects of hard partying lifting her metallic red eyeshadow.

Her arms are behind her back, like she doesn’t know whether to be mischievous or ask for permission.

You close the gap between you, feeling the cold rubber toe of her shoe against yours.

You mirror her gait, hands behind your back, smiling like you were in on a big secret no one else knew. ‘So you wanna kiss me?’

‘Nooo..’ She giggles. ‘Of course not, I wanted to ask for an autograph and be on my merry way.’ She tilts her head at you, more invitation than questioning.

You lean closer to her, lips brushing hers, ‘Don’t you worry, you can get that too.’

Your eyes close as your lips finally connect. Tentative, like you couldn’t tell how badly she really wanted this. Her lips taste like cotton candy flavoured alcohol— sweet in a way that made you breathless.

‘God, you’ve got some sweet tooth, huh,’ you’re shamelessly staring at her lips as you speak, wondering what fucked-up concoction she must’ve made in the kitchen. Her hands rest softly on your arms, before dragging you back in.

‘Yeah, and you taste sweeter.’

She drags your mouth into a kiss much hungrier than the last: she’s staining red lipstick around your mouth as much as you’re smudging lipgloss onto hers.

You nearly trip with the intensity she’s kissing you— unsteadily stepping back, the clack-clack sound of your heels going unheard over the sound of Jinx’s pants in your ear. She’s practically moaning against your mouth, hands smoothing over your jaw; over your neck and collarbone; pulling you in by the hips. Your hand lands on her chest— right over that boob window, heart shaped, on her white top— you feel an unexpected pull at your core, thighs squeezing around the one she’s slotted between yours. Her skin is so soft. You kiss her even harder, push your tongue deeper into her mouth.

Your back meets the countertop, leaning against it to focus on the taste of lipstick and alcohol. You think you might’ve registered the noise of something falling off the counter but you can’t really tell… or care.

One of Jinx’s hands brace themselves on the counter, caging you in just enough to rut your hips against her thigh.

You let your hand slide into that window on her top, sliding over the goosebumps on her skin.

Your mouth was watering, almost drooling— and Jinx could taste it— she was braless under the top, and, god, did it make you wet.

It didn’t take long for you to find her steeled nipple under the top. Your eyes almost rolled back wondering what colour they were. How pretty they must look against the pale of her skin and blue, swirling ink.

You massage the other boob over the material of her shirt, tongue still wet and warm against hers.

Her free hand grabs your hips, not quite pushing or pulling you in; nails digging into the thin material. She pulls away from the kiss just as a whimper bubbles at the surface of her throat, curling in on herself as you play with her nipples.

Her hands are twitching against you as she lets out another moan, ‘Fuck, hon, I don’t know if I can- mmm- if I-‘

‘Yes, you can, Jinxie,’ you coo, ‘you can, and you will.’ You’re simultaneously rubbing her nipples and grinding down into her thigh; the pointed edge of your heels digging into the floor, pinning her in place to reach your own bliss.

‘Haah, fuck-‘

You lean back in to reach Jinx’s lips, swallowing her moan. You’re both close, you can feel it, from the uneven breaths and shaky moans.

Just as you think you’re there— there’s a loud knock on the door, ‘AND THAT’S SEVEN MINUTES OVERR!’

You and Jinx quickly pull away as a key is slotted into the door; there’s no way the others won’t notice the way you thighs are squeezing, or the fact there’s more lipstick on Jinx’s grin than there was before. Whatever, you have shit to do, and a pretty, blue-haired girl to fuck. You were just gonna have to hope no one would comment on the mess that was your lips as you went to find a bedroom upstairs.

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18+ men and minors dni.

the days leading up to her period, jinx’s breasts become exceptionally tender. unable to get comfortable, clothes feel like tiny adversaries, and she flinches when the fabric smarts against her nipples. she’s tried it all—kneading her little tits in an attempt to soothe the ache; fingering rosy nips; curling herself into a tired, anxious ball and begging for the ache to go away; massaging lotion onto her teats; pressing her bony body against your back and just rub, rubbing her chest against you.

nothing helps.

nothing except the warm, wet muscle of your tongue laving over pink, pointed buds. she squirms like a mouse caught in a trap because it hurts in ways she’s unable to properly articulate, yet your mouth also soothes the stinging ache. and jinx can’t help but run away from the paradoxical sensation—can’t help the way drool slips down her chin, how her cunt pulses around nothing, the way her tongue lolls out of her mouth like a dumb dog, how she keens high in her throat.

“unghhh, hurts, hurts, hurts—!”

and on the rare occasion when the pain prickles at her nerves just right, it’s enough to push her over the edge; to make her cum untouched and thoroughly soil her panties beyond reparation. she’s always been a bit of a pain slut, after all.

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TACO BELL RITUAL “girlfriend? uh that’s my doordasher..” ☘︎ vi x reader ⸻ language, suggestive, flirty

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thank you for reading! ❤︎ consider reblogging, leaving a comment, or shooting me an ask if you enjoyed :3

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sudoku/brain teasers or writing during my free time, no in between…

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FYI‼️😡

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yeah she was a war criminal. in my pussy

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heyyy! So I have a req for c.ai, can you do a dawn Schafer wlw bot from the babysitters club? But like, it’s jst pure fluff for the scenario or something :)

If you do TYTYTYYYY!

I’m so sorry for the late reply!! I’ve been shadowbanned for so long, but I’ll start on this rn!! should be done by the end of the day

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finally not shadowbanned anymore <3

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Oh Ella the woman you are

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thoughts on dom jinx going FERAL over a literal sugar coated cl1t? like when u get a lollipop wet, and rub it on there

anon. whoever the fuck u are. I LOVE UR MIND. she’d be mindlessly swirling around your clit for hours, re-coating it with the drippy cherry lollipop when necessary, eyes fluttering shut as her lips suctioned around your bud again. and no—she wouldn’t give a fuck that ur squirming and crying from overstimulation. in fact, it only drenched her panties more. she’d purposefully run her teeth over your clit, very lightly, just to hear you whimper. and besides, this was her oral fixation dream—there was no way she wasn’t taking advantage of it. we all know jinx is vocal, moans vibrating against your sopping folds with each flick of her tongue. she was obscenely devouring you—savoring every note in your wetness, licking you up like you were her chosen last meal, nails creating dents in your thighs from trying to pull you in as close as possible. and the concoction that was your arousal mixed with candy? fucking heaven. she wanted her diet to consist of nothing but that mixture for the rest of her life. she’d look up at your flushed and tear stained face, jaw sticky and slick with drool, candy, and your leaky juices, a cheeky smirk curled up on her lips, “just my sweet girl, aren’t ya? gonna make me get a cavity with all this sugar!”

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More pervert jinx 🙏🙏🙏

no hello. no foreplay. just straight to the filth. do you even care about my well-being?? my dignity??? you people are sick and needy.

anyway she’s gonna be so nasty in the next one 😋

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urgent work meeting

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felt…

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NAT SCATORCCIO YELLOWJACKETS | 3.10

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── .✦ H E A D C A N O N #3

Jinx’s stupidly pretty and stupidly sensitive GP. . .

#cw. gp!Jinx x fem!reader (established relationship), detailed description, happy trail, sensitive!Jinx + overstimulation, unprotected sex. mdni .ᐟ.ᐟ

Jinx masterlist ⭑.ᐟ

Jinx knows she’s pretty all over.

She might joke about it, talk shit, act like it’s no big deal—but the way she smirks when your eyes drop? The way she shifts her hips to show it off just a little more? Yeah, she knows. And she loves that you’re looking.

It’s in the way she leans back, already grinning, already smug. It’s how she tugs her pants down like she’s showing off a trick she’s been dying to play on you. She lays back like a bratty exhibitionist, legs spread, cock already leaking against her stomach. “I know, right?” she says when she catches you staring. “She’s cute. Wanna kiss her?” Because yes, Jinx absolutely talks about her cock like it’s alive and personified. Sometimes it’s she. Sometimes it’s he. She’ll say dumb shit like, “I don’t know what gender she is, babe—she just wants attention.” Or, “She missed your throat. Wanna say hi?”

Her body’s a show, and she’s naturally blue—head to toe. Her happy trail starts just under her navel, faint and dusty at first, then darker and denser the lower it dips. A soft, messy arrow that leads your mouth exactly where she wants it. She doesn’t shave for anyone. If she’s smooth, it’s because she felt like being smooth. But most of the time? She’s not bare. She trims just enough to see her length clearly, maybe cleans up the sides a bit. It’s not porn-slick, not fully wild either, just hers.

She’s not huge—just above average—but it’s so visually pleasing, fitting her body perfectly. It’s not thick enough to hurt unless she’s fucking you rough, but long enough to hit deep. Smooth, flushed, curved perfectly for grinding up against your spot when you’re on top, veins barely visible unless she’s really worked up. Her tip? A mess. Soft pink, always glossy with precum, sensitive to the point of being unreasonable, with a cute beauty mark sitting just off-center on the underside. Sometimes, when she’s sleepy and fucked-out, she’ll mutter, “D’you like her?” like her cock is a separate, precious thing she’s offering you.

You say yes, because it’s the kind of pretty that looks good ruined. And god, she’s so easy to ruin. You brush your thumb over the slit once and she gasps like you’ve electrocuted her. You suck on it and she jerks like she didn’t see it coming. Half the time she can’t look at you when you’re going down on her because it’s too much.

It’s that sensitivity that humbles her.

She wants to hold out for you. She wants to thrust deep and slow, make you fall apart like you’re the sensitive one. But you clench once, and her moans shoot up an octave. You ride her slow and tight, and she’s clawing at your hips, gasping, “fuckfuckfuck I’m gonna—” She pulls out halfway just to breathe, shuts her eyes like maybe if she doesn’t see you, she can reset. She grits her teeth and slows her hips even when her body’s screaming to chase it. “Okay…” she whispers, mostly to herself. “Okay, I’ve got it. I’m not gonna—not yet. I can hold it—fuck, don’t clench like that—”

She can’t hold it. She’s coming before you know it, messy and helpless. She always says she’s sorry, even when you’re still full and milking her through the aftershocks. But you love how easy it is to wreck her. How just a little pressure, a warm mouth, or the bare heat of your cunt can leave her shaking. She whimpers, begs, sobs into your shoulder… but she’s still thrusting. Because Jinx is hypersensitive, yet she never really learned how to hold back when it comes to wanting something. She gets lost in it, addicted. She just stays there, clinging to you, whispering, “Can I try again? I’ll last longer this time. Promise.”

And sometimes, she does. Sometimes, she lasts so long she’s shaking not from pleasure but from the effort of control, drunk off the high of it. “I did it,” she’ll mutter, dazed, one hand petting your thigh just to make sure you’re real, like it’s the prize she fought for. “Like, real talk—I fucking did it.” And then she laughs, breathy and giddy.

Raw is her favorite. Of course it is. She says it’s because she likes the heat—because condoms are annoying, because she wants to feel everything even if it’s too much sometimes—but it’s more than that. It’s about intimacy, connection, skin on skin. The feeling of being so deep inside you that you shudder when she moves. And she loves when her cum drips out after. She loves seeing it on your thighs, between your legs, knowing it was hers.

Because Jinx’s cock may be sensitive, but she knows how to use it when she lasts.

almost 800 words of pure visuals. i’m totally normal about this. her GP stands for Goddamn Pretty.

+ BIG UGLY FONT OMFG

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could you please write smth like a univ au and reader is one of the hottest girls on campus and jinx is just such a smug little shit knowing she's dating reader. LIKE SHES JUST SO PROUD OF THE FACT THAT READER CHOSE TO BE WITH HER AND SHE SHOWS HER OFF ALL THE TIME. whether it be smirking at others ogling her knowing only she can see what's underneath, wrapping her arms around readers waist. or making her little charms that go with her bags or clothes. or begging reader to not put concealer on the hickey she gave her puppy eyes and all, I just think it's so cute!!

Suggestive content ahead! I hope this is what you wanted! Feel free to send another ask if not. Biting, hickies, suggestive joke at the start. 563 words.

"You are so sexy."

"Thanks babe."

"No like…you're delicious. Could eat you up. Or out. If you want."

"Mhm."

"And I'm a loser. Sure, a super cool and super hot loser, but a loser nonetheless."

"True."

"But you still want me soooo bad. Don't you?"

You try to stifle your laughter but jinx's mischievous nip at your skin earns a swift chuckle. The two of you have this same conversation several days a week; and each time your girlfriend finds a new way to entertain (and flatter) you. Nevertheless, she's a thousand percent correct. She is a loser, and that does make you want her so bad. She's always so proud of herself when she gets you to admit it. Not that you were keeping it a secret. She just likes to hear it out loud.

She's made herself quite comfortable on your small twin-sized bed; curled up between your legs forehead resting against your stomach. Your roommate was out all night, so she had you allll to herself. Just how she liked it.

"You've got soooo many layers on! I can't even see you!" She whines dramatically. The so-called "layers" she's complaining about are actually just a simple T-shirt and joggers. But if you let her tell it, anything that obstructs her view of your naked body is absolutely heinous and should be obliterated. As she sits up, you let her peel your shirt off your body. Her gaze focuses on your bare breast. (She always just happens to get this way every time you decide not to wear a bra. It's like she has a sixth sense for it.)

"Y'know…" She starts thoughtfully, reluctantly pulling her eyes up to yours. "I saw that dude staring at you earlier. In Sociology.”

You frown as your fingers run through her hair. "What dude?" Jinx only chuckles at your confusion. It was like you were completely unaware of the affect you had on people other than her. "Doesn't matter. He wasn't worth you noticing anyway." Her eyes flutter and her teeth dig into her lip as her eyes trail back over you. "You're so pretty." (She always says that like it's just another breath in her day. She doesn't think about it anymore, honestly she never did.)

Her nose runs along the side of your neck, lips ghosting across your skin as she inhales your scent. With no warning, her teeth sink into your shoulder. All you can do is whimper and dig your fingers into the roots of her hair. Her scalp tingles. She lets out a near-breathless moan at the feeling. Her teeth and lips travel across your chest, down to your stomach, leaving stinging soon-to-be marks against skin.

"Mmm, and you don't have to cover these up."

"I don't?"

"Nope! I'm giving you permission to show our bedroom escapades to the whoooole campus!"

"Oh? Permission, huh?"

"Yep!"

"…say please."

Jinx's head shoots up like a bullet, her eyes narrowing slightly. You only give her a blank look in return.

"Say please, and I'll show them to the whole student body."

Jinx huffs, thinking it over for about four seconds before she kneels in front of you.

"…please?"

The very next day, the talk of the campus was about the straight line of hickieys that went from your shoulder to the very edge of wear your jeans say on your hips.

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Only part

Not Yet

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It was one of those quiet nights in Zaun—quiet in the way that meant only three explosions had gone off and the distant screaming wasn’t your problem.

The lights in Jinx’s room flickered with their usual soft, chemical blue hue. The floor was a minefield of bolts, half-wired bombs, paint cans, and at least two suspiciously giggling plushies. And smack in the middle of it all, on a patched-up couch held together with tape and prayer, was Jinx.

Half-limp, sprawled across your lap like a very talkative cat, her head was nestled against your stomach while you brushed through the mess that was her hair.

And gods—her hair.

There were tangles in there that had declared independence.

You tugged softly, trying not to hurt her, but she still let out a wounded noise. “AAGH. That was my brainstem, you brute!”

You sighed. “It’s a knot, not a bomb. Relax.”

“I am relaxed. This is my relaxed scream.” She squirmed, flopping her arm over her eyes dramatically. “If I die from this, I’m gonna come back and whisper mean things in your ear while you sleep. Every night. Forever.”

You rolled your eyes, biting back a smile. “You were the one who didn't brush her hair during a week. Besides you’d whisper them anyway.”

“True.” A beat. “BUT I’d do it as a ghost. Spookier.”

A few more tangles passed in silence before her voice came again, this time quieter. Still playful, but… weirder.

“Hey… what would you do if I kissed you?”

You froze, mid-stroke.

“…If you what?”

She twisted so she could look up at you, lying there upside-down with her hair in your lap and her face full of innocent chaos. “If I kissed you,” she said casually, like it was the same as asking for another cookie. “Like, boom. Right on the mouth.”

Your brain short-circuited. “Jinx…”

“Would you scream? Cry? Die instantly from being overwhelmed by my charm?” She grinned, showing teeth. “All three?”

“You’re… thirteen.”

“thirteen and three-quarters,” she corrected, completely serious. “I’ll be fourteen in like, six weeks. Emotionally, I’m at least nineteen. Maybe twenty. Trauma math.”

You blinked. “That’s not how aging works—”

“It is if you do it fast enough.” She sat up, cross-legged now, peering at you with an expression that was way too pleased with itself. “I know what love is, y’know. I saw a play about it once. Two people kiss and then die dramatically. I only want the kissing part. Maybe just a little death.”

Your face went red. “Jinx—”

She grinned. “C’mon. You’re always brushing my hair, holding me when I have nightmares, patching me up when I blow things up. You care. Admit it.”

“I do,” you said honestly, firmly. “But not like that, Jinx. I care about you. I’m your guardian. Your big sister figure.”

Her eyes narrowed. “That sounds like a cop-out.”

You looked away. “It’s not. You’re too young.”

“What if I age right now?!” she suddenly yelled. She stood up, stretched her arms toward the ceiling and announced: “Boom! Puberty achieved!”

You blinked in utter horror.

“See?” she said, striking a ridiculous pose. “Very mature. Totally dateable. Possibly dangerous. You love that.”

You dropped your face into your hands. “Oh my god…”

Then came the worst part—she flopped back down, crawling into your lap again, but this time with the most smug, satisfied look in the history of smug expressions.

“You’re lucky I’m patient,” she said dramatically. “I’ll wait. Like a tragic, romantic ghost. A very sexy one.”

You raised a brow. “You think you’re sexy now?”

She wiggled her eyebrows. “You’re thinking about it.”

You gently thwacked her forehead with the hairbrush.

“OW—okay, rude. But deserved.”

You let out a breath, finally brushing the last of the knots out. She relaxed with a hum, letting her eyes droop.

And just as you thought the storm was over—

“Still gonna marry you, though.”

“JINX.”

“Shhh. It’s bedtime. No arguing with destiny.”

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚗...

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Writing short stuff until I finish the next story...

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