#Jinx (arcane)

[bread-lamp]

au timebomb hotties omg

TIMEBOMB again

[babushkahihi]

Ekko's embarrassing dream about physalis and the Pre-Raphaelites. He feels awkward telling Jinx about it. Because she wants to be a knight in those dreams too.

[fortunxa]

Jinx masterlist ⭑.ᐟ

#cw. obsessive + pervy!Jinx, oblivious + fem!reader, solo masturbation (f), improper use of a hairbrush, voyeuristic fantasies, dubcon, requested. MDNI .ᐟ.ᐟ

word count: 1.5k

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦

Jinx has it bad. not in the dreamy, hopeless romantic way. it’s not flowers and nervous glances. no, what she feels is raw. carnal. unhinged. she’s crawling-out-of-her-skin, obsessive, sweaty-palmed feral about it.

and “it” is you.

her roommate. her sweet, soft, scatterbrained, easy-going roommate. the one who leaves pastel panties hanging on the bathroom knob like they’re part of the décor. the one whose ass is sticking out just slightly in that loose pajama set. the one who pads around the apartment braless without considering that someone might be watching. might be hungry. the one who giggles at dumb TikToks and makes her feel like a goddamn predator when she can't stop staring.

Jinx thinks you’re perfect.

she also thinks she might be going a little insane.

because she knows it’s wrong—the watching, the wanting… but she never claimed to be good. or sane. or morally sturdy. not when it comes to you.

and that hairbrush.

that stupid, pink thing with the cutesy-ass hearts, rounded handle, and soft bristles that still carry the scent of your shampoo. the very same brush you use every morning while perched on the edge of the tub, legs crossed and eyes still heavy with sleep, whimpering quietly when you hit a knot—a tiny, breathy “ah—fuck” followed by the faintest pout like it genuinely hurt. she watches you every time, pretending to scroll on her phone, eyes flicking up just enough to make it seem casual. but in reality? she’s cataloguing everything: the slope of your back, the way your fingers twitch with frustration, the flutter of your lashes when you blink slowly. and then you look at her, all soft and unaware, and ask so stupidly, “do i look okay today?” like you’re not the prettiest thing she’s ever seen.

it used to be cute. now, it makes her wet on sight.

the first time she touches it, it’s innocent. she’s cleaning the bathroom. she moves it to wipe down the sink. that’s it.

the second time, she picks it up. just to feel the weight. just to imagine your fingers curling around it, knuckles flexing as you pull the bristles through your hair. she mimics your movements, slow and deliberate, imagining what it feels like to be you. pretending, just for a second.

by the third time, she’s grinding on it, knees bruising on the cold tile as she rocks against the handle with filthy intent. just one sick little moment of curiosity, she tells herself. a one-time thing.

but it escalates quickly after that. because the moment you leave that dumb piece of plastic out? that’s all the unspoken permission she needs.

Jinx waits for the apartment to go still—lights off, you tucked in bed, probably hugging a pillow, breathing even—and that’s when she moves, locking the bathroom door behind her. the scent of your body wash still lingers in the humidity, sweet and buttery, soft in that way that coats the back of her throat and makes her feel lightheaded. there’s a fogged mirror, a wet spot on the bath mat where you stepped out, a towel hanging limp from the rack, still damp.

you always leave a trail behind without knowing it, like a girl born to be followed.

she drops her sleep shorts, kicking them away once they pool at her ankles. she wants you—on your knees, on her face, under her. she wants to peel your tiny bottoms off and see what you smell like when you’re turned on and begging.

but she gets the brush instead, held tightly in her hand like it’s contraband, still a little warm and tacky from your hand lotion. sometimes, she plucks the little strands of your hair from the bristles and collects them like stolen keepsakes. but she doesn’t bother tonight; she needs it fast. her cunt pulses instantly, and she didn’t even touch herself yet.

“you want me to, don’t you?” she whispers, already breathing a bit heavier. “you wouldn’t keep leaving it out if you didn’t.” she spreads her legs wide on the cold bathroom floor, panties shoved aside and already wet. she spits on the handle out of habit, like it’s a courtesy, but she doesn’t even need to prep anymore. she’s already slick—embarrassingly so—just from the thought of you sitting on the counter the next morning, bare legs swinging, brushing your hair and going, “this thing’s getting kinda gross…”

yeah. no shit.

she doesn’t tease, just presses the end between her puffy, glossy folds and pushes in, parting easily around the gentle shape. she still gasps like she’s being split open by something huge instead of a glittery handle, and she watches as it disappears inside her with a wet sound, inch by inch, until it’s swallowed whole.

in. out. in. out. slow. real slow.

she works it deep enough to see stars, hips twitching as she angles it just right. “ohh, that’s filthy,” she mutters, breathless, and the drag of it against her sensitive walls makes her toes curl. she whimpers, eyes rolling back as she fucks herself harder on it like she’s in heat—panting, drooling, greedy cunt squelching around the handle so loud it drowns out the hum of the bathroom fan. she’s already too far gone to care about the volume as she slaps her throbbing clit—sharp, fast, over and over—just to chase that delicious edge. “mhm—yours… yours… fuckfuckfuck, mine now…”

she clenches around it every time it bottoms out like she’s trying to milk it, free hand sliding under her shirt to pinch and pull at her own perky nipple until she moans.

and through all of this, she’s thinking of you.

she knows you’ll pick the hairbrush up in the morning like you always do, murmuring to yourself about coffee and class. she thinks about you finally noticing—frowning, sniffing the handle, scrunching your nose in confusion. “weird,” you might say. “why does it smell like…”

like what?

like pussy?

good. she hopes you’ll taste it for yourself one day.

Jinx will let you hold that brush. let you touch it. let you drag the bristles through your hair like nothing’s wrong, like your innocent little routine hasn’t been turned into a ritual she gets off on. and she’ll watch as usual, chest heaving, thighs pressed tight, pretending she doesn’t know exactly where it’s been.

a part of her wants to get caught. wants you to walk in mid-act and see her ruining herself on cheap plastic.

would you scream? blush? cry?

would you stare, all wide-eyed and horrified, and stammer, “is that… mine?”

god. Jinx would die right there.

“yeah, baby,” she’d moan proudly. “you’re already in me. you just don’t know it.”

but her biggest fantasy isn’t being caught—it’s that you’re just as filthy. that she isn’t the only freak in the apartment after all. that maybe, late at night, you use that dumb piece of plastic the same way she does, shirt bunched under your tits as you whimper sweetly into your pillow while she sits in the living room one wall away, clueless.

what if you’d both done it? what if you’d both used the same fucking hairbrush to get off—days apart, maybe hours, slick still fresh, dried in faint smears on the grip? what if you’d already shared it? what if all those times she left it messy, and you picked it up anyway… you knew?

oh, the mere idea of it makes her dizzy. it makes her come hard, mouth open in a silent scream, legs shaking as heat floods her body all at once. the bathroom tile feels freezing against her flushed skin as she twitches through the aftershocks. her thighs spasm. her breath comes in shallow gasps as her tongue sticks to the roof of her mouth, dry and panting. she keeps the brush inside her for a little longer, still clenching around it like she’s trying to fuck herself full on the ghost of you, still pulsing with each throb of her heartbeat.

and when she finally pulls out? it comes out with a wet little pop, slick clinging in messy strings that stretch from the handle to her cunt, glistening in the bathroom light. she rinses the bristles before giving a half-assed attempt at patting the handle dry with toilet paper, as if that does anything. the plastic is still warm, still sticky, still soiled. she places it back regardless—same spot, slightly crooked, contaminated.

she smiles—faintly, tiredly, but so damn proud.

because tomorrow?

Jinx will lean against the doorway, heart pounding in anticipation, trying to look casual while you pad barefoot into the bathroom. you’ll grab the brush like always—yawning, hair a mess—still caught in the haze of sleep.

you’ll pause.

frown.

“…why’s this sticky?” you’ll murmur, voice croaky and soft.

and she will bite her lip so hard she nearly moans—just to keep from grinning, from giggling, from confessing everything. she’ll simply shrug, eyes wide with mock innocence. “you probably dropped it in something.”

you’ll blink at her—slow, oblivious, kittenish in that way she loves. “like what?”

“dunno,” she’ll say, voice syrupy. “something sweet.”

🐈‍⬛ repost! because tumblr likes getting on my last nerve <3

+ visual by @jinxsdoll !!

[ac1dmeow]

˖◛⁺⑅♡𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰┊┊❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ ° men & mdni !!

have i ever written about riding gp jinx because i don’t think i have😢.

that girl’s head would be thrown so far back, her cute face screwed up and her jaw locked in a constant O. with the pressure in her temples intensifying, she’d find herself writhing beneath you, squirming like a fish out of water while she mewls and whines until she’s full on crying from how your pussy clenches and engulfs her poor sensitive cock.

her hands would be be ridiculed for the sin of gluttony the way they’d be glued to your hips and ass, hungrily grabbing and squeezing and guiding your rhythm to sate her appetite in half assed attempts because at that point she would hardly be able to do anything but lay there and let you do all the work.

“ah! huh! ha—fuck! baby you’re gonna make me cum, slow down..!”

“that’s the goal, sweetie~” you’d purr against her lips, sending the vibrations down her throat and back up again into a moan of her own.

she mewls softly when you lean down and bury your face in her neck. tongue darting out before biting down greedily and sucking a love bite into the pale skin, then planting a soft kiss to soothe the sting. her whole body shivers violently like the build up of a malfunctioning machine ready to explode. releasing sparks and obnoxious hums until finally… it succumbs and gives out to the garish shroud of posthumous ecstasy.

“mmh AHA—! shit, shit..!” your skilled hips rock once, twice. and jinx immediately tips over the edge with guttural cries and pants, spilling ropes of her warm cum into your eagerly awaiting pussy. it makes you hum in satisfaction, smiling wickedly at her expression twisted into pleasure.

“that’s my girl. give me all of it.”

her nails carve crescents into the skin of your waist when you slow down to lazy gyrates. her brows bunched up by the intense sensations firing up her veins. your feather light fingers brushing away some unruly hair stuck to her damp face prompts jinx to crack her eyes open at you. chest still heaving and beaded with sweat, she attempts a smirk. you’re her newfound addiction, and she’s undeniably drunk off of you.

a/n: forgive me but i really wanted to write this. now, do i put this in the ‘thoughts’ section or the ‘oneshots’ section 🤔

[glaciermoth]

fuck it im posting her by herself too in retaliation to twitter censoring me EVERYONE FIRELIGHT LEADER POWDER COVERED IN HICKEYS AND BITE MARKS YEAHHHHH

[katmochimin]

(uploading late) timebombweek2025 day 1: musicians/band au

The Timebombz performing their newest song "Rebel Heart" in the roof of a prestigious Piltover building before being arrested.

[insomniacquirks]

Trio that only knows trouble

Some silly 2xko doodles

[bisexualcroissant]

viktor and jinx in arcane. both times brought back by someone who loved them who couldn't let them die. ekko for jinx and jayce for viktor

"came back wrong" sure yeah that's cool i guess "came back suicidal" now you're talking

[flutterlesbian]

Girl wdyt jinx having like abig huge ass dight with reader and yk you make it angst and fluff? I think it'a hot

❧ ⇸ heart to hearts ⇸ ❧

synopsis: how to have a heart to heart when she’s pushing away?

cw: established relationship, more angst than fluff imo, but angst AND comfort regardless. mental health + jinx’s hallucinations mentioned, L bombs bc yes.

wc: ~900 + proofread

a/n: this may be sadder than you wanted 🥲, I hope u enjoy it tho anon 🫶 also more of a heart to heart (hence the title) than an argument, I couldn’t figure out another way to add in fluff otherwise 😓. also, I am so, so ready to get corrections/ advice on this bc I feel I could’ve write this differently, ty

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You first noticed her shutting you out after the shorter conversations at dinner started, then when she started climbing into bed when she thought you’d be asleep.

Everywhere was less loud. Less her.

She had a habit of running away from any thing that could hurt her— not that you ever would— but she was worried one day she’d be ‘too much’ for you. That you’d want to leave, and she had to be the one to beat you to it.

You love her, she knew that, but sometimes it scared her.

You’re everything to each other: she opened up about the hallucinations, about her past, you told her about your own; and, together, built this safe space around you.

‘Jinx, something’s bothering you,’ you blurted out in bed. It’s the third night of the odd behaviours, and you were starting to get concerned.

The uncharacteristic quietness— like a voice growing in her head, slowly silencing her own. ‘Please tell me what it is.’ You purr gently in her ear.

You know wrong tone could set her off, make her pull away: retreat further into her own mental prisons.

You’ve turned to face her, but she’s avoiding eye contact, watching the movements of your buttons as you shuffle on your shared bed.

The emotions in her eyes flit between betrayed and sad, lips moving like she wants to say it. But her mind makes the decision before her heart can. ‘It’s nothing. It’s fine, let’s just sleep.’

Her hands move just a little franticly, pulling at loose threads on the duvet.

You prop yourself on your elbows, gently holding her face to look into yours, ‘Jinx, it’s clearly not nothing, you can tell me-‘

She pushes your hands away: ‘Yes it is- swear to Janna, leave me alone.’

Her tone bounces between defensive and offensive, her pitch a playing field. Not something you haven’t seen before, but you knew this something you’d have to handle carefully.

’Jinx, we should talk about this.‘

‘Stop! Stop talking to me as if I’m a child!’ She holds a pillow to her chest like it’ll protect her paranoid heart. Jinx sits up, you mirroring her: knees brushing each other.

‘I don’t mean to, I swear. Talk to me.’

Her hands clamp her ears momentarily, ‘You’re getting sick of me! I can fucking- hear it!’

For once, you’re stunned, you knew it was Mylo’s voice, the one that grated away at her ears and self-image; but still, you’d never thought she’d feel that way about your relationship. For a moment you doubted your love for her too.

But in actuality? Your love embraced that tormented inner child, kept her safe. The both of you safe.

Quiet seconds move between you, before Jinx starts up again, curling into herself. ‘See? This what I mean.. I was right.’ Mistaking your silence for truth, she slowly starts backing to the other end of the bed. Nails near ripping the pillowcase tucked in her hands.

You’re snapped out of your shock before you can process. ‘No! No, Jinx I could never, you are so, so loved.’

Your hand slowly reaches for her knee, her eyes watching you creep forward. She doesn’t push you away, but her eyes are still filled with blue-tinted uncertainty.

The feeling of your hand on her knee is so grounding, she looks up at you like she might believe it. Blue eyes that want to invite you back in.

‘You’re lying! You have to be- I need to leave.’

You clasp your hands on either side of her before she’s able to lift herself off the bed; as firm and soft as you could muster.

‘You don’t need to leave, because I’m not leaving you.’

Her eyes search yours for any dishonesty, and find none. You tug her into a warm hug as soon as she allows, wrapping your arms round her shoulders tightly.

Heartbeats pulsing against each other; her heart and limbs heavy against your own; hands loosely pulling on the hem of your clothing.

Your voice oozed sincerity. Louder than Mylo’s. The hum of your throat was real, not noise made from self-sabotage and fear.

You held her for as long as it took for the hammering in her chest slow.

Jinx bit down the irrational thoughts thudding ‘round her mind till her lips were bitten and raw, but finally allowed herself to believe you.

You waited until her breathing evened out before speaking, ‘Jinx, I think you forget people love you.’

She chokes back a small sob in your neck.

‘You forget, and you try to isolate yourself, and I’m left sleeping right next to you, waiting for you to come back. Please stop disappearing on me. You understand me, right?’ One hand traces over her back, the other works on detangling her hair.

You didn’t know if your words would get through to her, even to yourself, it sounded like babble— coming out too quick, and too emotional, voice thick with tears you’re still trying to hold back.

‘I’m sorry.’

‘Don’t be.. don’t be.’ You gently pull her head from your shoulder. Meeting big, imploring eyes, wet with regret. ‘I don’t need you to be sorry, I need you to tell me when you feel like this.’

You wipe the tears down her cheeks with care, ‘Can you do that for me?’

Her palms hold onto your wrists, centering herself in the moment; she gives a small, wordless nod, then sinking into your chest.

a/n: this took so long ☹️!! apologies

if I feel like it I’m gonna drop the unfinished angst no comfort one later

[abbysreal-wife]

Party 4 U

Jinx x Reader

A/N:: this has been sitting in my notes since may so… here u go ig

Currently playing…

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The music bumped a little too loud and the air smelt of sweat and sweet perfumes, the floor was sticky, like always, the atmosphere always seemed to shift every time a new song came on and vodka shots didn’t seem to sting going down anymore.

Tonight was different. Like the air knew something you didn’t.

Somehow, someway it was as if the dj knew what the crowd wanted, he would put on all the right songs in all the right moments.

And they were eating it up.

Jinx watched from afar, sipping her drink a little too much and getting way too close to kissing random girls.

She leaned back onto the wall like it was specifically made for her.

Only her.

Your sparkly dress caught the neon lights as if it were by accident “are you having fun?” Callie, your friend, curiously asked for the fifth time tonight.

“She’s here.” You started, not bothering to even look away from the wall.

Callie’s eyebrows knitted in confusion “who’s here? Bitch, you’re scaring me stop” you finally met your gaze with her eyes, she shook her head and began walking off “I’m too drunk for this shit”

Your heels clicked too loudly and your nails seemed to be the main culprit to be picked on.

Jinx crossed the room with precision, the crowd seemed to make way for her without realizing what they were doing, she didn’t need to tell people to move for her, she just had to look at them with her bright pink eyes and they knew immediately.

Even just her aura terrified people.

That’s why you love her.

“I feel like you’re stalking me” You teased her, playing with the edge of your glass. She didn’t say anything, instead she smirked, not her usual cocky smirk, something different.

“Maybe I am”

“You terrify me” you admitted tucking a stray hair behind her ear, jinx laughed.

“You love it”

“Damn right I do”

Your lips smashed together as her hand snaked around the back of your neck, tongues and fingers crossed between you two.

The bass of the song shook the room, blurring your vision. Jinx grinded her hips onto you, the friction sparking up like a flame.

Her mouth caught your moans and whines.

The sight from far away looked pornograpic, some long blue haired girl grinding into another woman. Great sight, for maybe a straight man.

Jinx pulled away, breathless and disheveled.

A boy was watching you two and holding a cup “that was hot, do it again” you groaned, giving him the finger “fuck off you fucking freak”

You dragged jinx to the door, “let’s get out of here”

A/N:: wait this is lowk ass

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Idk who else to tag because evb blocked me wtf😒

[ao3femslashtop100-tournament]

AO3 Femslash Top 100: Round 1

[actually-istj]

GUYS IM EATING UP THE YURIBOMB OH MY GOD THE YURIBOMB IS SO CUTE YALL

have never been happier to be a lesbian timebomb shipper life just keeps smiling at me yall i love being a lesbian timebomb shipper

yuribomb

[lunescore]

Soft sex with Jinx?

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, IT’S NOT GONNA CHANGE—

JINX loves you to your bones

𝑺𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑷𝑺𝑰𝑺— You have been friends with Powder since you both were toddlers, but now when she introduces herself as Jinx (and with bombs)— you’re still a hopeless romantic in love with every inch of her. And so, she gets rid of your troublesome, borderline-abusive parents for you.

𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻— mentions of gun and child abuse, soft sex, murder normalisation, slight manipulation themes, fingering on a desk, SOFT DOM!JINX

WORD COUNT: 1.9K words

── .✦ The humming of the city was quiet outside as you sat there on your bed, neon stripes of light filtering through the window. You saw her. But you thought you didn’t. It didn’t feel like her anymore.

“Powder,” your hand traced an old Polaroid, smiling at you with that ridiculous haircut and those blue bangs. You sighed. She wasn’t the same person anymore— she was now Jinx.

Childhood friends and your puppy love. You both never confessed, but it was never just friendship either. You laid down, your eyes blinking in the darkness and staring at the ceiling as if it might bring her back. But it didn’t. Nothing could.

That night you couldn’t sleep.

You only knew about Jinx through rumours, you didn’t really bother to press further. Where was she? Who was taking care of her? Nothing. You were hopeless about it. What even were the odds you both would run into each other again?

── .✦ The morning was the same dull routine you’d adjusted to long ago— the coffee, the cold shower, the hurried dress-up for work and the constant checking to make sure you’d locked the front door before you finally stepped out of your apartment.

Undercity was bustling already, some folks shady, the others just too busy to notice you. You didn’t care. Your routine and life was simple— keep your head down, work, earn, eat, sleep. Today was a new job— working at a bar. Last Drop.

The old memories threatened to align with the present but you forced it down. You couldn’t possibly meet Jinx here of all places. Right? Wrong.

── .✦ “Hey, watch it!” You yelled, almost dumping the glass of Bourbon on a man’s head because somebody decided it was fun to run about between the tables.

A low giggle, “you seem to forget who you work for.”

“Pow-pow?”

An annoyed twitch. You could have sworn you saw a gun slide somewhere beneath her coat, she glared. Her now-Shimmer-pink eyes narrowed.

“It’s Jinx,” she paused, “and who might you be?” She questioned, leaning forward.

You blinked, “Seriously?” your tone spoke of annoyance, irritability and everything in between.

Jinx’s eyes widened, her thin arms fling forward, “it’s you!” She screamed into your neck as she locked you in a very tight hug.

You almost choked, the drink falling to the ground in a loud shatter. So many heads turned. Your cheeks burned. But here she was, perhaps not Powder anymore, but Jinx hugging you like her life depended on it. You didn’t even know she liked you this much or missed you this much, her hand was instantly around your wrist— pulling you away and to the back of the bar.

“Jinx! My shift—” you began.

“Yeah yeah,” she said dryly, “don’t worry about it.”

She took you into her room, it was messy as hell. But it felt like home. The air was warm and smelled like cookies, fairy lights hung over the mirror and a small workbench tucked to the corner alongside what seemed like blueprints of weapons. You instantly reached for one.

“You’re an inventor?” You asked.

“Sometimes, eh,” she shrugged, “it’s casual, I don’t sell.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “why not?”

Jinx pointed, you followed the line of her finger to the wall— sure enough there it was. A poster with a vicious picture of her painted onto it with the words WANTED written under in bold.

“Load of crap,” you grabbed it off the wall.

“They’re not wrong,” Jinx sat at a chair, her front to its back, “I do kinda bomb ‘em for fun.”

“For fun?” Your voice was amused.

“Yeah, if you ever needta’ get rid of a bunch of people who hate your guts, gimme a call,” her eyes glinted with mischief.

You laughed, “Mom and dad.”

── .✦ “So how far have you been away from home?” Jinx passed a box of chocolate chip cookies at you. And she baked too? Damn.

“A while now,” you took one, “mom was riding on my last nerve and when it couldn’t get worse, my dad started his bull by insulting anything and everything that I did.”

“It’s like they have a death wish,” Jinx straightened the edges of the wanted poster like it was something sacred

“Yeah, I mean, can you blame me for slapping a customer for grabbing my ass while I was literally waitressing at a diner?!” You huffed, “but of course, customer’s always right,” you repeated the manager’s words, mimicking his tone, “it’s like these men have nothing better to do than harass other women.”

Jinx didn’t reply. Just a small look of intrigue in her expression. Your shoulders felt lighter, you hadn’t had the opportunity to vent to anyone. And it felt strangely relieving talking to a childhood friend. Then Jinx spoke—

“Do you want ice-cream?”

“Yes, please.”

── .✦ The day went in a blur and you returned, exhausted. You turned the key at the door and pushed the aged wood aside to walk inside. It creaked obnoxiously as if it had personality. Then— a wet squelch.

You looked down, you stepped on blood. Your eyes squinted, blood? Cautiously, you reached for the closest weapon-like object— an umbrella from the stand. Clutching it in hand, slightly raised, you walked deeper into your apartment unit. The stench of blood in the air was evident so either a killer was deciding to play hidey-hole in your apartment or someone was murdered in here. You turned the corner, then you saw it— two innocent looking jars of blood sitting on the table top of the kitchen.

“Oh.” Your umbrella lowered, and you walked closer to the counter. Your footsteps were almost silent, boot trailing blood along the way. It was a little mess of a job but it was still something. You peered, on top of the jar lids, paper was taped very roughly— one read ‘mom’ and one read ‘dad’.

Your blood ran cold, and you ran out, the door flung open but you didn't care. You didn't know what you were running from for a long while. People stared at you weird— shop vendors and children who turned to give you ‘the look’. You didn't care. You wanted to get away. Far away. And put as much distance between you and the jarfuls of blood.

You halted, your brain clicked— Jinx.

That's why she wasn't bothering you when you worked today.

── .✦ “Jinx!” You called loudly.

“That’s me!” She answered back cheerfully, turning in her chair and giggling, her legs man spreading as if she had all the time in the world.

You glared, “you murdered my parents!”

“Facts,” she smiled.

You were taken aback. There was silence for a little while before your voice sounded out, soft. “W… why?”

“Come here,” she gestured with her hand.

You obliged, walking closer to the woman who had killed your parents. It felt wrong. You didn't protest. “Everything that you have always wanted, every time we have wanted to play as kids and you weren’t there because your parents said no. Every time me and—” she paused, “—Violet had to get you out of there through the window because your parents were too strict… Do you remember that?”

You swallowed, “Yes.”

“Then why are you angry?” Jinx asked, her voice so soft as if she was talking about the weather and not the murder of your parents. “It’s good they’re dead, no?”

Your thighs squeezed together, “U-um—”

“After all, your dad was such a misogynistic man, yeah?” Jinx stroked your hair away, “and your mother was so mean, so abusive. She hit you whenever you didn’t do whatever she wanted you to do, she abused you whenever you weren’t being her little doll, her puppet.” Every word on her lips slowed and your heartbeat quickened.

“Jinx…”

“Yeah?”

You couldn't speak. But she did. She knew exactly what to say and when to say it.

“I’m here for you.”

And you lunged into her arms. Warm.

“There we go, pretty one,” Jinx shifted you so you were perched on her lap, “you're okay, you're safe here. Don't worry, mhm? I'll protect you.” she spinned to place you on the table, her manicured hands on your thighs. “I'll protect you with my big guns.” She smirked.

── .✦ You didn't realise when it started. Her hands were in your hair and you were kissing her with your back pressed against the stained mirror behind, there were post-its and little Shimmer vials all over the desk surface but you didn't mind the mess.

Jinx’s hand squeezed your thigh and she kissed you deeper, never stopping and never pulling away. As if doing so, you might disappear. You felt cherished. Loved. And Jinx was the only person that made you feel that way.

“You're mine now,” Jinx whispered against your skin as her nimble fingers pulled your hoodie down your shoulder.

“Jinx, I've never—”

“Shhhh,” she pressed one finger against your lips, “you're safe with me.”

You let Jinx take control and she looked at you with the most loving eyes ever, her fingers already tugging your panties down.

“White,” Jinx hummed, “so pure…”

You gasped when you felt her cold fingers rub your clit and gently spread your folds, handling you with so much care you felt precious. Fragile. Loved.

“Tell me if my nails poke you wrong,” Jinx gave you a lop-sided smirk before her fingers started gently pumping into your wet hole. Your nails found her shoulders.

“I-it feels good, Jinx,” you mumbled.

“It does, doesn't it?” Jinx looked up, your arms slowly bringing her closer, circling around her neck.

“Stay close, I like this…” you said shyly, your cheeks pinkening, “it’s been a while.”

“A while since you've had sex?”

“It's been— oh fuck!— a while since I've dated.”

Jinx’s fingers paused while inside, “why?” Her voice was softer now before she resumed her motions, thumb stimulating your clit. You buried your face in her shoulder, mumbling something so low you yourself didn't hear.

“Missed you…”

“Aww, my sweet girl,” Jinx curled her fingers and your legs shook around her, shooting away from her frame before quivering and tightening around her waist— locking her there.

“Please,” you gasped into her clothed shoulder.

Jinx was so careful with you, fingers working in deep strokes as her other hand squeezed your thigh as if reassuring you that you were safe and it was just her. You melted right there, puddle on the work desk as you leaned in closer to her. Her fingers were knuckles deep inside your pussy.

“Cum,” she rasped and you did. Full on gushed on her hand. She brought away her sticky pale hand and took a good lick with a grin, “you taste so sweet, mmmm… dessert material.”

“Jinx!” You gave her a scandalous look before hiding your face in the crook of her neck.

Jinx giggled like a menace before tossing your panties off her lap and pulling you onto it instead, her arms circled around your waist.

“Jinx, I'm still dripping,” you whined.

“I don't care. Soak me in your pussy juices,” she gave you the dirtiest little smirk, “I'll bathe in it.”

Before you could chide— she kissed you. Soft. Owned.

[arcaneadvi]

sevika being carried after losing her arm makes my heart hurt 💔💔💔💔

[alana-celeste-luna]

i know Jinx looks like she is starvin but i like to render muscles