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#jinx x female reader
pathetic-sapphic · 8 months
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Jinx NSFW Alphabet
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Jinx is still buzzing with energy and excitement from your activities. She can go for a long time and often only stops because you can't keep up with her stamina. So she uses the extra energy to dote on you. She feeds you snacks, braids your hair and leads the two of you to shower. Whenever there are times when she acted more rough, she likes to talk to you about it and make sure you aren't actually hurt. Knows you can be really vulnerable after rougher scenes so she makes sure to rub some healing salve on your bruises and hold you until you've calmed down.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
She likes her hands the most, especially the way you react to them when they're softly caressing your skin or when she's shoving them down your throat. Both is good. On her partner, Jinx is enamored by their tummy. She loves worshipping it and laying kisses over the soft skin. She also likes seeing the way it bulges from the pressure of her strap being so deep inside of you.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
It's her life goal to make you squirt and she loves getting her face and fingers messy with your release. Will humiliate you for making a mess and force you to taste your own juices by shoving her fingers into your mouth and giving you an order to lick them clean. Will also gag you with her cum-stained panties whenever you're being a brat.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
She'd love to brand you as hers in some way. Ideally by tattooing one of her signature doodles on your skin, or just her name would do.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Jinx is most likely still a virgin by the time the two of you met. She never really trusted anyone enough to do it, so the two of you learn together. She is a very curious, experimental and a quick learner who wants to try everything at least once (as long as you're on board).
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Queening (aka face-sitting), scissoring, classic cowgirl (with you riding her) and missionary.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Definitely has her goofy moments. She loves making you laugh and then turning your laughter into a moan as she suddenly thrusts into you. Will also teasingly tickle you while eating you out so it's hard for you to focus on that tickling sensation or the one of pleasure.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
The carpet does match the drapes, most of the time. She seems like the kind of a person who likes to experiment with different colors and shapes down there, but is never hairless.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
She is very vulnerable and intimate. It's important for her to know that she's making you feel good and that you're comfortable. She can be very passionate and romantic when she's in the mood for it.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Doesn't do it often. Why would she when she can have you do it for her? If you aren't around, then she'd rather distract herself and wait for you to come back.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Edging, overstimulation, bondage, dacryphilia, dumbification and impact play.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Does not care, will do it wherever she feels like it, as long as you're on board. She will take you in a dark alleyway, at the Last Drop's storage room, her hideout, anywhere as long as the mood is right. She likes the way you clench around her whenever you realize just how risky the location you two are at is. Laughs at you and tells you to be quiet if you don't want anyone to see you so pathetic and at her mercy.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Jinx is such a damn tease and adores the reactions she gets out of you. Will play with you in public, lightly touch your sensitive spots and whisper dirty things in your ear. Seeing your face red and the way you're fidgeting in your seat makes her want to do unspeakable things to you. You're just too cute.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
She isn't a fan of being the submissive one because she likes feeling in control. Also would never do anything to seriously hurt you so she needs you to communicate how you feel at all times. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if she ever made you uncomfortable so you two always make sure to discuss things beforehand.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Prefers giving, Jinx loves the way you squirm and whimper whenever she is making you feel good. Slaps your ass if you're moving around too much and tells you to behave. When she's on the receiving end, she pulls your hair and makes you go dumb by simultaneously praising and degrading you.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Fast and rough most of the time. She wants the two of you to get lost in the frenzy of pleasure and sensations. She likes it messy and intense, making sure you won't be able to walk properly for days. Slow and sensual is reserved for when the two of you are feeling tired or too vulnerable for anything rough.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Jinx is a fan of quickies. In fact, she will often pull you to a secluded place whenever the two of you are out, edge you and tell you you'll get your reward later if you behave. Sometimes she will also fuck the living daylights out of you against an alley wall while keeping a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Yes. Although Jinx has some hard limits, she is willing to try almost everything at least once. Is a big risk-taker and loves to drag you into it.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Jinx has quite a lot of energy to spare so she can go all night and into the next day. She is actually quite strong and often isn't satisfied after only one or two rounds.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Not only does she own them but she also enhances them for you. Often tinkers with different vibrators and uses you as her guinea pig. Will only use them on herself if she is masturbating on her own. Other than that exception, she loves to torture you with them.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Oh, she is so freaking unfair. Jinx is very into orgasm control and loves both edging and overstimulating you. She can be very strict and won't budge no matter how much you beg. It will actually only make her tease and humiliate you more for being so needy and pathetic.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Jinx can be quite loud as she thinks it's important to let you know the effect your actions have on her. She will growl in frustration and moan in delight, constantly praising you and telling you what to do.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
She would actually love to be woken up in the morning by you eating her out. If you decide to surprise her like that, then chances are you aren't leaving the bed for the rest of the day.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Quite high. Jinx is a very touch starved, needy and clingy lover so you'll probably be going at it several times a week. However she is more than willing to take care of herself if you're not in the mood.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Not very quickly, like I mentioned before she still has some leftover energy so she'll wait for you to fall asleep and then start doodling stuff over your arm. Falls asleep clinging to you and with her head resting upon your chest.
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novacqnes · 1 year
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hii, could you make a one shot where jinx is "friends" with the reader but they like constantly kiss each other or are super clingy to eachother and everyone thinks they are more than friends until they end up confessing their fellings?
ice cream sundae // jinx
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warning: fluff, kissing & some angst
pairing: jinx x fem reader
a/n: this took me such a long time but i hope you enjoy it :) i had a lot of fun writing it so thank you for the request! also can you tell how much i wanted ice cream while writing this?
your relationship with jinx wasn’t exactly ideal. it was sweet— fluffy cotton candy, cavity-inducing sweetness. the type of ice cream dessert where you could just feel the bits of sugar melting on your tongue, and the budding stomach ache looming near. it was comfort and love except without the usual strings or a daunting “relationship” title. 
although to most, you were in fact together— nearly inseparable, and you couldn’t fault them. after all, “friends” don’t share fervent kisses that leave them breathless for minutes on end. nor do they spend hours each night bound until the other manages to fall asleep. 
at first, the intimacy didn’t bother you. you and jinx had always been comfortable around each other. the added intimacy only seemed to strengthen your relationship even further which neither of you seemed to mind— well that was until others took note. 
silco’s office was crowded with chembarons and compatriots— all eager to hear about his next plan. they practically hung on his every word, offering the fearless leader their undivided attention. yet the sight was enough to draw hushed snickers from your lips. 
“they all look constipated,” jinx chuckled, swinging an arm around the small of your back. she pulled your body close to hers despite the somewhat seriousness of the situation. you nuzzled into her side, burying your face into her neck. the noise drew the attention of a few but you managed to suppress the budding laughter— at least for a while. 
“no he looks constipated” you smirked, “how do they even take him seriously?” your eyes darted back and forth between the crowd and silco— once again you felt like you were going to lose it. jinx clutched onto you as if to remind you of where you were. but one glance at her blue eyes sent you into an uncontrollable fit of giggles.
the two of you were too distracted to really notice it but dozens of eyes turned your way, along with silco’s. jinx’s arms wrapped around you almost instinctively as both you and her succumbed to laughter, clinging onto each other for dear life. to everyone else in the room, you looked like a couple. 
first, it was the intimacy— jinx rarely left your side throughout the entire meeting. each time someone looked over, the distance between the two of you seemed to diminish by the minute. however, aside from that it all seemed natural like you belonged together— and not once did either of you pull away. 
“jinx.”
silco’s voice was loud and stern, startling you from her grasp. he ambled towards her, redirecting the attention back onto the three of you. even with the added set of eyes, jinx maintained the distance, gently ushering you back toward her. 
“i’m sure there will be plenty of time for you to flirt with your girlfriend after the meeting.” 
girlfriend…?
a brief silence swept over the room, completely sucking the air from your lungs, and simultaneously leaving jinx speechless. you were aware that people mistook you for being more than her friend— but when it was finally brought up your feelings seemed like they were on display. free to be analyzed and picked apart by everyone, including jinx. 
“uh— she’s not my girlfriend,” she blurted a lot quicker than expected. you couldn’t help but flinch at her words, so concise and almost deliberate. she wasn’t wrong and you knew that but why did everyone else have to? 
“regardless, try not to interrupt again?” sharply, silco turned on his heel pulling the attention back towards his speech. and although much hadn’t changed you couldn’t bear to be near jinx. the sugary appeal of a partial relationship no longer seemed ideal, because in the end you were still left with the ache. 
she turned back towards you, remorse seeping its way into her features, “ignore hi—“
“i have to go.” mentally, you were already far from the crowded room. without another word, you slid from her arms storming towards the door as you left jinx’s side for the first time in months. 
there wasn’t much of a goal in mind— but you needed to get away and there weren’t many options. each one that presented itself had an increased chance of you seeing jinx again, and you couldn’t face her just yet. thus, you continued to walk the streets of zaun, following the dim light that the moon sanctioned. 
the silence only seemed to stir your thoughts even further and they weren’t angry ones. you couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at jinx because she hadn’t done anything wrong. the fact is you weren’t her girlfriend and no amount of kisses or gentle touches would change that. gradually tears brimmed your eyes but you refused to let them fall, swallowing the growing knot in the back of your throat.
the last drop was the first place you found solace after hours of mindless wandering. you stumbled towards an empty seat, slumping over the counter. you missed jinx— you yearned to be close to her again but it had to be real, you couldn’t simply be her “friend.”
“an ice cream sundae, please.” you mumbled to the confused bartender.
despite the fact that it was a bar and not a dessert stand your request was granted in a matter of minutes. placed in front of you was a large cup with a blend of french vanilla and rich chocolate. drizzled in syrup and cookies that covered the entire top. at the very center of it was a small cherry that looked all the more delectable. yet you couldn’t bring yourself to pick up the spoon or let alone move. 
you felt her first, her touch soft and gentle as a long set of arms snaked around your waist. she propped her chin on your shoulder, bringing your dessert to her lips. the bar was quiet, nearly empty— yet you became hyper-aware of every movement. jinx’s affection was never something you needed to process up until now. however, it was the first time you truly felt conscious of it. 
“never had this flavor before.” she hummed, leaning up against the counter. cerulean eyes glazed over yours, setting your cheeks ablaze. the soft skin of her arms gently brushed against your waist causing hundreds of goosebumps to form. and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t conceal it from her. 
jinx muttered, her voice somber, “y’know when you ran out last night i waited– but you never showed up.” her eyes were glassy and at first glance, it looked like she was on the verge of tears. instinctively, you brought the pad of your thumb to her face, gently wiping them away. despite the budding tension, she didn’t flinch away, only leaning further into your touch. 
“i had to think.” the words came out as a feeble whisper, completely flying over jinx’s head. you could practically feel her growing more restless at the sound of silence pervading the bar. 
“what about?”
she desperately tried to keep her voice calm but it became glaringly obvious that she was losing it. her eyes darted between yours almost crazed, and deep jagged lines began to form around her nose.
“us— i mean what are we doing jinx? i’m serious, we act like we’re dating and it’s to the point where everyone thinks we are.” you sighed, bringing your hand to the side of her face. the warmth soothed her, relieving some of the stress that was mounting on her shoulders but you couldn’t push anymore— not until you knew how she felt. 
“who cares what other people think?” she spat, deflecting even further to no avail. your heavy gaze sent heat straight to her cheeks, coating them in a bright red shade.
“it’s not about what they think— why can’t we just make it official? it’s not a secret that i love you and i’m tired of just being your friend.” the desperation practically oozed from your voice, sending a pang of guilt to jinx’s chest.
“you’re gonna make me get all sappy, you know i hate that,” she joked, a hint of sadness lacing her words. there was no going back. for a moment she pressed her lips together, taking a deep breath before continuing.
“it’s not that i don’t love you….i have for as long as i can remember. but if we make this real it’s all gonna change— i know it will.” her eyes offered you a moment of clarity, they pleaded with you but were honest— she was honest. it was all you ever really wanted, some sort of confirmation that she felt the same way. 
“that doesn’t have to be a bad thing.”
“but it usually is, and i can’t screw this up, y/n.”
“look at me, i’m not going anywhere but you have to trust me….do you trust me?” you cooed, turning your body towards hers. the distance between the two of you grew smaller yet neither of you pulled away. jinx took your hand in hers silently nodding as you placed a palm over her thigh. you were no longer in limbo, you needed to find some way that the two of you could exist as more than friends. 
you pushed the half-melted ice cream sundae away, plucking an additional straw from the counter.
“i’m not really in the mood for dessert right now hun,” jinx said, although she reached for it anyway. 
“that’s okay, just share this with me.” the both of you brought your lips to the straws, humming at the sweet taste that lingered on your tongues. 
jinx brushed a strand of blue from her face, craning her neck to get a better look at you. slowly, her eyes roamed over your face, taking in your features one by one. it was something she was used to doing but never this intimately. 
“is it just me or is this the best thing you’ve ever tasted?” you asked, yet jinx was way too distracted to even notice. slowly slipping, her eyes fell on yours and for a moment she held them there, in both admiration and awe. she couldn’t fathom a world in which you were just her friend. 
“jinx?” you called, your voice snapping her back to reality. 
“hm?”
“do you like it?”
jinx plucked the cherry from the top bringing it to her lips, a bright sparkle glimmering in the corners of her eyes. she brought the fruit to her lips, although her focus was far from it, and the tempting desert just a few feet inches from her. she leaned in closer, testing the invisible boundary. 
without another word her hands made their way to the back of your head, initiating a fierce long awaited kiss. in a matter of seconds, you leaned into it, clasping onto jinx’s body for dear life. your tongue swirled in her mouth, savoring the sweet taste of sugar left behind. neither of you could get enough of it, it was infectious and almost addicting. 
when jinx finally pulled away she was breathless, ardent passion blurring her gaze. she ensured that her eyes never left yours as she whispered, “i loved it.
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koldieu · 3 months
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✰𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘
"𝙄 𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝."
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✰ 𝙅𝙞𝙣𝙭 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜, (𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙮)
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𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙡𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙅𝙞𝙣𝙭. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙅𝙞𝙣𝙭 , 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝, 𝙢𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙤𝙥𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙏𝙑. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨.
𝘼𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙, 𝙅𝙞𝙣𝙭 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙣. "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙖 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡."
𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙚𝙙, 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙗𝙮 𝙅𝙞𝙣𝙭'𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙥𝙞𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙙. "𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮?" 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙙, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧.
𝙅𝙞𝙣𝙭 𝙣𝙤𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙙, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨. "𝙔𝙚𝙨. 𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨.
"𝙊𝙠𝙖𝙮, 𝙄 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪"
𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙥, 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙅𝙞𝙣𝙭 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙙. "𝘼𝙡𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩," 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚. "𝙇𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙩."
𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙨��𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙅𝙞𝙣𝙭'𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙅𝙞𝙣𝙭 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩.
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙, 𝙮'𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣. 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙅𝙞𝙣𝙭'𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙩, 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙧. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙢 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.
𝘼𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝. 𝙔'𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩, 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙥 𝙜𝙖𝙨𝙥𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙮'𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧.
"𝙅𝙞𝙣𝙭," 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. "𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨… 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨… 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩."
"𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬," 𝙅𝙞𝙣𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙙, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩. "𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙞𝙩?"
𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙧, 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙅𝙞𝙣𝙭'𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚. 𝙅𝙞𝙣𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝.
𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝙮'𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙧. 𝙅𝙞𝙣𝙭 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙔𝙤𝙪, 𝙞𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚, 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙅𝙞𝙣𝙭 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙅𝙞𝙣𝙭 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙩.
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙘 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮, 𝙖 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙖 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥.
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Vi had let her and Powder join her and the two boys on their job today. She's so excited; smiling the whole time as she increasingly grows with excitement as the thought of her actually being out here dawns on her.
She huffs and puffs as her arms strain to lift herself up the pipes running up the building they're all currently climbing. Vi is some ways ahead of her, seemingly barely phased by the workout they have to endure.
"We're almost there." The redhead calls out encouragingly.
"Awe, man.." Mylo groans out from somewhere below Y/n. She looks over to her right and sees Powder with a pained look on her face. She laughs, making the girl turn to her and pout. But she can't stop the laugh escaping her own throat as well at the slight predicament they're in. They're just reaching the top when they hear Vi call out once more.
"Hey guys, come take a look." Y/n has to rest on her hands and knees for a second as she finally reaches the landing of the rooftop. She grabs onto Powder's arm to help herself stand, almost yanking the girl's limb off. Then they both actually look up at what Vi was talking about.
"Whoa." The two girls awe at the view ahead of them.
"It's nice getting above it all, huh?" Vi says, and Y/n couldn't agree more. It's not often she gets to go up top and see the actual sky clearly. The clouds, the sun, and birds soaring up high in the bright blue sky. Not to mention the beautiful architecture of the city's buildings. She swears she can smell a bakery somewhere near by.
All of a sudden what looks like an airship flies closely overhead, Y/n instinctively ducking with a spooked squeal as it groans and casts them in a shadow.
"One day, I'm gonna ride in one of those things." Powder asserts, watching it with determination.
"And one day, I'm gonna shoot one of 'em down." Mylo lifts his arm and pretends to shoot it with finger guns. Vi steps forward and slaps his hand away, making him look at her with an oddly warm smile. Suddenly Claggor's expression twists into worry and second guesses this whole idea, which he's been doing since the moment they entered Piltover.
"Vi, are- are you sure about this? Look, if we get caught, we're-"
"We're not gonna get caught. We'll be in and out before anyone notices." She assures, leading them across another roof. They finally stop near the edge, where a flock of birds fly past them. Y/n stares at the building across from them. Does she seriously have to jump from all the way over here?
"All right everybody, follow me. Just don't look down."
Well that made Y/n feel so much better. Now she's gonna end up looking down. Without a hint of hesitation, Violet makes a running start before plunging herself down the roof. Her boots hit the gutters giving her an abrupt stop to quickly jump up and reach the edge of another roof sticking out over a small balcony. She swings for a moment before balancing on the railing, braces herself, then leaps across onto the building ahead. Y/n shakes her head.
Mylo on the other hand wears a smug grin, practically shoving an arm in Claggor's way before he can take his turn. He follows the same steps as Vi, landing onto the building with a thump. Then icing flies in his face when Clagger lands abruptly right beside him, who's shoving a cupcake into his mouth. All there is left are the two girls, who still stand on the other building.
"Couldn't we have at least walked there?" Claggor wines. And despite enjoying the climbing and sneaking, Y/n now couldn't agree with him more.
"Gotta stay out of sight for this one." Vi tells him. Noticing the other two not there, she looks up. Y/n catches her eye and suddenly she feels an overwhelming sensation of guilt and embarrassment. She was going to ruin this for them, she knew it. She steps back, trying to tell Powder to go first. The bluenette glances at her with wide pleading eyes then looks down at the ground below her.
"Called it." Mylo sing-songs.
"This is on you, Vi." Claggor on the other hand sighs, feeling bad.
"I'll get them-"
"No." Vi cuts him off.
"Guys, look at me." She calls out. Powder looks at her, blue eyes still wide. Y/n's are clouded with panic.
"What did I tell you?" Vi tries to encourage them. Y/n can't form any words.
"That.. we're ready."
"That's right! So?"
Powder takes a deep breath, then slides down the roof.
Y/n doesn't get a chance to watch her since she is still standing far from the edge. All she sees is Powder jump from the balcony and nearly fall off of the roof before Vi catches her by the wrist.
Now it was Y/n's turn. She wanted to cry. She's done activities similar to this back home, but that was all fun and games, and not as high up with as big of a gap between buildings. She can hear Mylo whistling as the time ticks by. She looks up and sees all four of them staring up at her, waiting. She clenches her jaw tightly and balls her hands into fists, frustrated with herself. Slowly making her way to the edge, she looks down at the edge of the roof, then the balcony not too far from her left. Then at the actual gap between the buildings. The other one is shorter than she previously noticed.
She gets an idea.
Stepping back again, she can hear the others make noises of bewilderment.
"What is she doing?"
"Is she chickening out?"
"Stop being mean, Mylo."
She blocks the voices out of her mind, and closes her eyes with a deep breath. Just face your fears, Y/n!
If she dies then at least they won't have to worry about her. She'll miss her cat though. With one foot after another, she runs until shes right at the edge of the roof then jumps. The air whips past her face and through her hair; it almost feels like she's in slow motion. She realizes as she's barreling down towards the roof that she didn't take her height into consideration. She can also hear the shouts of the others being thrown her way. She just barely misses it as she hits it with a thud, and feels herself sliding down before Claggor pulls her up by the arm.
"Thank you." Her voice is small, too afraid to look up at the other's faces; especially Vi's. Who she can see is standing in front of her now.
"That scared the shit out of me. What were you thinking?" Vi places a hand on her shoulder, trying to catch Y/n's eyes.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It seemed easier in the moment." She looks down in shame and fiddles with the hem of her shirt. She thought it could've been impressive; she hadn't realized it would affect the others so much. Vi lets out a sigh and squeezes her shoulder one last time before dropping her arm.
"At least you're okay." She gestures to the others with a tilt of her head to get going. Mylo scoffs and rolls his eyes, and they continue their trek to their destination.
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"What if Vander finds out we're all the way out here?" Claggor calls out to Vi, who's leading them across the edge of another roof. There's chatter coming from every way they look and a bell rings in the distance. Reasonably so, the guy's very tense. Vi doesn't seem to care, however.
"Look around you. You think anyone topside's going hungry? Besides, this is exactly the sort of job Vander would've pulled when he was our age." She comes to a stop and looks down.
"I'm going. Are you with me or not?" She glares at them. Claggor looks back at Mylo who just shrugs stupidly. Claggor looks down in defeat.
"Vander's gonna kill us."
"Yeah, only if we screw up.. So don't screw up." She turns and jumps, swinging down onto the balcony below them. It's silent for a few seconds before they hear Vi give them the all clear. They all make their way down, Claggor helping both the younger girls down before following behind them. Him and Y/n both have the same idea to look over the railing and down onto the streets below them.
"There's tones of enforcers down there." He's right, it makes Y/n a little bit nervous. But she also can't help admiring the elegance of the view.
"Wowzers." She nods her head.
"Means we're in the right place." Vi says and turns to look down at Mylo.
"You gonna get that door open any time soon?"
"Working on it.. Seeing as I'm the only one who knows how to pick locks, I suggest-" Vi all of a sudden aggressively kicks the door open.
"Animals." He grumbles, Claggor hitting the back of his head. The five of them walk inside and take a look at the room. The sun shines brightly onto every surface. Shelf's on the walls hold odd looking knickknacks, and books lay discarded on desks. Vi wastes no time and rushes over to a large bookcase, scanning through the variety.
"You know Claggor, for once you're right. We're definitely not supposed to be here." Mylo says. He stands near a desk and rubs his hands with a wicked look before snatching things off of it. Not long after, the bag they brought is starting to get filled up.
Y/n is crouched down near the end of the bookcase beside Powder, opening a small chest that she noticed was on the floor after her shoe banged into it. As she pulls out an odd thingybabob, two books start flying down narrowly missing her head. She looks up at Powder with a baffled expression, who wears a sheepish grin while holding a wooden horse.
"Must be an inventor." Vi breaks the silence. Y/n looks up from the bag to see her standing in front of the chalkboard.
"Huh." Powder hums in half interest. Y/n scoffs lightly.
"How can you tell? It's just a bunch scribbles." She holds her hands behind her back and juts out her hip. Vi looks back at her and opens her mouth to retort, but Powder beats her to it.
"Whoa, I think this is a real Valdiani." Y/n whips her head to her left and her mind is quickly elsewhere, speeding back over to Powder. The bluenette presses a button and the object opens up playing a soft tune.
"So pretty." Y/n sighs dreamily. Mylo ruins the moment, though.
"Oh, yeah? What about this?" The two girls turn and glance at him holding out some odd metal pincher thing before rolling their eyes.
"That's a nose hair trimmer." Powder sasses making Y/n giggle.
"Keep an eye out for anything that looks valuable, guys.. Before Mylo fills the bag with junk." Vi says while dumping an armful of stuff into the bag. They nod and go back to looking around.
"Uhh, guys?" Mylo gets the other's attention and they look at something on the desk in front of them.
"Wait, Vi, how the hell did we find this place?" Claggor asks.
"It was a tip from little man." Vi says sounding surprised by something. Y/n wants to go over and see what they're staring at, but she notices a hallway leading farther into the apartment. Powder notices what she's looking at and they share a look. The others are still talking but they stopped listening. Y/n lightly pushes Powder's shoulder to make her go first, the two of them letting out hushed giggles at each other when they both show reluctance.
"How can anyone have so much stuff?"
"Simple, just get born lucky."
The other's voices die down once they reach the end of the hall. The door clicks open and the two young girls peek inside. A window across from them shines light into their eyes. A bed and more tables are placed at the far ends of the room. Powder veers the to right, and Y/n notices an instrument leaning against the bed. Her eyebrows raise in interest before she turns to the left and nearly squeals.
"Ooo, look at all the fancy jars!" She rushes over and grabs at them. She could totally take a couple and keep them for herself; put some glitter and coloured water in them or make her potions in them. Her aunt taught her some helpful ones that she could use for good luck and abundance.
"Woo-hoo!" Y/n out of nowhere hears Powder cheer. Her friend stands beside her snatching a sandwich from the table. She never even noticed those. Powder hands the other one to Y/n who takes a bite and grimaces.
"They got a bit stale."
"Still tastes good."
"I mean, I guess so." Y/n absentmindedly brushes off some crumbs from a blueprint sheet, but it ends up sliding off the table revealing a blue chest. The two share a look.
"What do you think is in there?" Y/n asks.
"Let's find out.." Powder tries lifting it, Y/n even helping, but to no avail. Powder reaches around it and finds a button. She presses it and what do you know? It opens.
What they see inside was better than what they expected. Gem stones, six in total, glow an ominous but beautiful blue.
"Wow... they're so pretty..." Y/n holds one in her hand, feeling the grits and edges against her fingertips. Powder holds one up to her face getting a closer look. Y/n giggles when she looks at her face.
"They match your eyes.. and your hair." Powder's eyes meet hers and feign exasperation, but smiles nonetheless.
"Guys, we gotta go!" Vi whisper-shouts from the doorway sounding frantic. When did she get there? Both girls whip their heads to her with a gasp, and quickly start grabbing the stones one by one. Shoving them into their pouches, they starting running. But before Y/n can reach the doorway one slips out of her hand, making her abruptly stop and turn around.
"Shoot, I dropped one!" Her eyes scan the floor frantically in search for it. But Powder grabs her wrist and Vi shouts to her.
"Just forget it, let's go!" Y/n frowns but lets herself be whisked away by the them.
"Come on!" Mylo says from the balcony door where he and Claggor wait. Y/n and Powder practically get shoved by Vi towards them, then she speeds over to the bag. Y/n can now hear someone banging on the door trying to get inside, and feels her body almost come to a standstill.
"We'll be fine. Just get back on the roof." Vi assures. Her swift hands move with precision as she closes the bag. After what feels like a lifetime she finally stands up with one last glance at the door and makes a run for it.
Then the next second there's an explosion. Everyone on the balcony is thrown against the railing by the strong force, knocking the wind out of them and momentarily blinding them. Y/n's ears ring and the dust and blue particles floating through the air make her wheeze. Her tailbone will surely be bruised after this. She almost panics about Vi until the redhead comes running out, seemingly unscathed.
Nobody has anytime to fully get back on their feet. It starts with a crack, until more follow. And in a matter of seconds a part of the building in front of them starts crumbling into pieces and collapsing.
"Hold on!" Vi shouts at them as the place shakes, but    Y/n barely registers it as the balcony floor ahead of them tumbles to the ground below them. She can hardly hear her own screams when the stone slams and cracks all around her.
Then finally, it stops. Vi tentatively walks over to the edge. Her face tells all that they need to know.
"Shit."
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Next thing they know, they're quite literally running for their lives. The enforcer's yells and screams travel through the streets leaving bystanders alarmed and confused. Y/n's heart is racing. The blood is rushing through her ears and it feels like the earth is shaking around her as she runs. Vi yells at them to go faster, shoving people out of the way.
One of the enforcers standing on a bridge above them throw a weird spinning thing at them, nearly causing Powder to trip over her feet. Y/n's nerves only intensify as she listen to the enforcer's hollers get closer.
When the five of them finally reach the bridge, it's just beginning to open into two to grant a boat entrance. But that doesn't stop Vi and the others. They keep running and leap over the widening gap, Y/n and Powder letting out a shriek as they glimpse the dark water below them before they're back on their feet.
They're winding down streets and alleyways, the enforcers never seeming to get off their tails. Y/n's lungs burn and her legs feel like they're made out of twigs. She can barely focus on one thing with the overwhelming amount of emotions coursing through her.
"This way!" Vi skirts a corner. Mylo runs past it and narrowly misses the enforcers who try to reach out and grab him when he has to run back. The five of them are running down tight alleyways, Vi throwing things onto the ground behind them to create obstacles for the enforcers. It only just barely helps. But thankfully she whacks the cover off of something on a wall that immediately starts shooting out smoke thick enough to conceal what direction they're going in.
It engulfs the whole alleyway causing the men to lose the five kids who end up taking a sharp turn down a new street. Mylo and can be heard in the back urging them to hurry up, shoving Claggor who staggers for a moment.
They end up coming to a stop in front of a garbage shoot. Vi lifts the lid and tosses it to the ground with a clank. The smell is putrid and flies buzz around the thick brown gunk dripping from the rim of the hole. Mylo kneels down in front of it looking down into the abyss.
"Aw man, not again, I just got this shirt— WAH!" Vi kicks him square in the back sending him face first down the pipe. The others follow. Y/n grumbles to herself and takes a deep breath before reluctantly taking her turn after Powder. Vi slides down after her.
Their screams reverberate through the entire pipe. Y/n tries her best to keep her mouth closed to prevent any muck from flying into it, but the moment she feels herself free fall she gives out a great scream. She lands flat on top of Powder's head, who just barely managed to get herself up. Vi follows not far behind landing a few feet away from them with a splat.
"I thought last time was the last time we were gonna do this." Mylo wines.
"Well this time's the last time." Vi snaps.
"Guys, what was that? What the hell happened back there?" Claggor asks. It's silent when everyone looks around and at the two young girls struggling to sit up. Powder frowns.
"I don't know. I didn't do anything!" The bluenette says, visibly annoyed.
"You could fill a damn library with the things you didn't do." Mylo snaps and turns back around sulking.
"Guys, we just emptied a Piltover penthouse right under the enforcer's noses. So, if you're done beating yourselves up, let's get this home."
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The five of them walk down a street, likely leaving a stink trail behind them. Y/n couldn't wait to get a nice bath once she got home. They pass a few people on the way, paying them no mind. One of them however, calls out from his seat on some wood.
"Nice haul?"
"You could say that." Mylo brags, making Vi give him a scolding look.
"I heard there was some action across the river. Someone, uh.. someone really kicked the nest, huh?" The man continues. Something told Y/n that this was probably going to escalate quickly.
"Is that so?" Vi responds cooly. She turns around to keep walking, but two other men stood ahead blocking the way. So Y/n was unfortunately right.
She wanted to laugh at how ridiculous this was, but she also had no doubt that this was dangerous. She hears the man chuckle and turns her head to see him saunter towards them.
"But now you're.. you're tracking this mess of yours through my streets." Vi is quick to retort.
"Your streets? What makes you think—"
"Listen, we don't want any trouble, okay?" She's cut off by Claggor. Y/n purses her lips and holds in a deep breath, feeling the tensions rise.
"Hear that Deckard? They don't want any trouble." Another man teases. So this guy's name was Deckard? Y/n would so make a joke right now if she wasn't currently shitting her pants.
"You know, in my experience, trouble finds you.. There's no reason this has to get ugly. How about you share a little taste of your treasure there, and we'll call it even?" He attempts to reason.
"No, no, no, we worked too hard to—" Mylo tries to stand his ground but Vi places a hand on his shoulder immediately shutting him up. She trudges towards the blonde and lets the bag fall from her shoulder till it hangs from her hand. She had something planned, and it was making Y/n's mind whirl. It could either go perfectly, or terribly wrong.
"Just a taste?" The redhead asks, instilling the guy with false hope.
"Just a—" The bag is swung against the side of his head knocking him to the ground like a rag doll. Then it's thrown to Powder, almost knocking her against a couple of crates. In no sooner than a couple of seconds, everyone starts scrambling around throwing punches and kicks.
Y/n and Powder subconsciously stumble backwards and their backs hit the wall. Powder clutches the heavy bag tightly in her arms, eyes zooming across the scene taking place not far in front of her. Yells and groans pierce through Y/n's ears making her want to close in on herself and be anywhere but here. She bites her lip and her mind suddenly goes to the bat secured to her hip.
She doesn't always bring it with her because it usually stops her from moving around the way she needs to, not to mention the nails that stick out of it. It's a good thing she brought it today. However, she knows that if she uses it then that means she inserts herself into the fight. She doesn't think she'd be able to handle that without turning into a mangled pretzel. Her hand rests against the handle, eyes flicking from one pair to another, breath coming in short pants.
Powder had grown weak in the knees and fallen to the ground. That's when one of the men slumps on the dirt in front of the two girls. He groans and looks up, eyeing them and the bag. Powder gasps and Y/n's eyes wide. She immediately grabs her friend's arm when she stands up and they start sprinting, narrowly avoiding being squished between the wall and two people.
They run down alleyways and tight streets, feeling like it's increasingly more difficult to breathe. They push crates and wooden planks, hitting the guy in the head and making him grunt out cuss words. Y/n knows they'll probably meet a dead end or run out of stamina eventually. They'll just have to keep going until the guy is too tired until they can attack him together. Two against one is never a fair fight.
They topple over another pile of crates and take a sharp right, Y/n's grip on Powder's wrist never seizing. They run down a dock and round the corner meeting a dead end that's blocked off. They both flatten themselves against the building, trying to be as quiet as possible. Powder peeks around the corner but her shoulder bumps into a wooden plank resting against the wall.    Y/n eyes widen when it starts to fall.
"Oh no Powder, watch out!" She tries to warn her. It hits the ground with a thud. Y/n cringes, she knows it gave away their spot.
Powder is visibly panicking. Her hands fumble as she fiddles with her bomb she kept strapped to her hip, nails falling to the wood beneath them as she fills it and closes the lid.
"Come on Mouser, I need you." She clutches it to her chest then tosses it around the corner. The two watch with eyes wide in anticipation as it rolls and hits the man's foot. It vibrates and buzzes, and with one last click it explodes. Emitting a small cloud of pink dust barely strong enough to harm a small animal.
Y/n's heart drops. Powder slowly backs away as the man menacingly stalks towards her. Y/n stands still in her spot, having an internal battle with herself as her hand slowly closes in around the handle of her bat. Eyes flickering between the two, she watches Powder's shaky hands unclasp the strap around her shoulder and toss the bag over the railing into the water.
The guy lamely attempts to catch it but it's too late.
Y/n gasps before slapping a hand over her mouth knowing the guy definitely heard her. She glances at Powder who looks like she's about to run.
She knows they probably won't get away so easily. Y/n pulls out her bat. The second he turns around, she swings and hits him square in the temple, knocking him out cold.
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"You did what?!"
"I'm sorry! I tried to fight him off with Mouser, but... she didn't work."
"Who saw that coming? At least Y/n was able to get a hit in. That was a first." Mylo glares at the small girl who stands right beside Powder with a bloody bat, who looks incredibly guilty and disappointed.
"We never should've gone over there." Claggor sighs.
"Doesn't matter. The stuff's gone. It's all right, Powder. At least you're okay." Vi places a comforting hand on her cheek. They enter the empty building they're standing beside.
"Okay?! What about us? I get my face bashed in and she just gets a pass?!" Mylo asks incredulously.
"Yup." Vi responds simply. They all step into the elevator and she cranks the lever to take them down. A few moments of awkward silence pass before Mylo ruins it with his pathetic irritating voice.
"Every time. Every time she comes, something goes wrong. And Y/N's no help at all."
"Mylo stop." Y/n tries to shut him up, a glare on her face as her fists clench.
"She jinxes every job."
"Mylo, if you don't—"
"Just drop it, guys." Vi cuts in, voice sharp and scolding. Mylo scoffs before glaring off in another direction. Y/n rests her head on Powder's shoulder and pats her back in an effort to make her feel better. It probably doesn't do much though, considering she barely softens.
Once they finally reach the bottom, they're met with the green smokey aura of the UnderCity. Y/n stumbles a bit as she skips down the ramp and meets Powder's strides. People and creatures of all sorts wander around the streets and landings high above them. The thing Y/n always really enjoyed about this place was the vast amounts of eccentric characters to see. Sometimes, she likes to observe and people watch.
A lady selling fruit lays slumped against a large box, out like a light. Mylo doesn't give up the opportunity to swipe one. Y/n rolls her eyes and looks the other way just in time to see two very tall people with masks and straw hats making weird grumbly noises walk past them.
There were some awfully strange individuals who do trading in this city. But nothing is more strange than the people inside of the brothel. Y/n tries to look away and glances at Powder to see her reaction, and catches her sneaking peeks at it. It gets real awkward when one of the workers sitting outside make an advance on Claggor.
When they enter The Last Drop it's crowded. They try not to act suspicious and lay low in hopes of Vander possibly not seeing them. He does though.
They walk down stairs and enter their room, and slump lazily onto their seats. It's quiet, and no one bothers to say a word. In Y/n's opinion, this whole thing was honestly embarrassing. They absolutely failed.
Chapter 4…
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sonderessence · 4 months
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#. 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄. vi, caitlyn, jinx, & ekko.
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#VIOLET / VI — female reader.
blood stains.
see you again. ( coming soon! )
i could be a better boyfriend than him. ( coming soon! )
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#CAITLYIN — female reader.
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#JINX — gender neutral.
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eternal-armin · 2 years
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[y/n]: hey, jinx...? jinx: what's up, toots? [y/n]: i did something... jinx: jinx: are we burnin' or buryin'? [y/n]: that's not what i meant. jinx: [y/n]: burning
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gay4tiddies · 1 year
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Painted Hearts
Part 5
This is part four of a Jinx x female reader series, in which the reader ends up in the Arcane universe and winds up getting involved with the plot. Starting just around where series main plot begins
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It often feels like a person cheats time in the hours between closing one’s eyes and opening them come morning. This void of space can be filled with dreams, some of which you may or may not recall, some of which may have been reoccurring since you were young enough to recall them. Dreams can be joyfully lucid, crushingly depressing, often times they exist as a vault of unexpressed, unpredictable, and unprecedented emotions.
Today your dream was foggy, vision distorted as you’re stumbling down a seemingly endless tunnel. There’s a figure ahead, you can’t imagine their identity, but you cannot help but chase after them.
Luminous, vivid blue was a colour that you saw only at night, hidden under the lids of your eyes. A stark, bare colour that seemingly filled you with only the most overwhelming emotions. You always remember these dreams - whether your entire dream was stained monochrome blue or even if you catch but a mere flicker of the captivating colour. You’d always awaken, heart racing, gripped with frustration as you fail, continuously, to envision that unmistakeable forget-me-not blue.
Perhaps it was for this reason that you chase the figure so desperately, the familiar braids flowing behind her, dancing almost tauntingly at the very tips of your outstretched fingers.
Only when your hands clasp empty air does she finally still. You could have sworn she spoke, her voice indistinguishable, smothered and muffled by the fog.
Your mind wanders aimlessly as your gaze settles fixedly upon the intricate designs mapping her back, pondering why this person was running from you, lightly tracing the swirling clouds. Her skin was icy to the touch, yet you felt an indescribable, content warmth settle around you both.
Twin braids swing rhythmically as she turns, ghosting her own fingers over your bare skin, before gazing unflinchingly into your eyes.
Oh.
Oh.
Eyes of an unmistakable, addictive colour mirrored your bewildered stare. Immediately, you were enraptured by the bliss of her presence - immensely, overwhelming smitten with this intoxicating stranger. Her touch littered your arms, collarbone, neck, every brush somehow hitting you like static. Yet gradually the air around you felt smothering, suffocating. As if those sparks of static had set your body alight.
You take an unsteady step backwards; her hands fall to her sides; her caress has left you smouldering. The fog surrounding you now felt like thick, painful smoke, swallowing your breath in a ghastly cloud.
Her expression was one of desperation as she reaches out towards your retreating figure, now acidic pink eyes pleading for your return. But you don’t want to burn with her, you don’t want to go up in flames, melding together into twisted effigy.
You wrench yourself away, staggering into a sprint.
Yet it was as if you were running through quicksand, limbs moving in slow-motion, never gaining so much as an inch of ground.
Airy laughter grazed your ears as you felt lithe limbs embrace you, torso pressing flush against your back, warm breath ghosting your neck as she purred sweet, possessive nothings into your skin.
It was almost comforting, that groggy, sinking feeling her clasp now had upon you – like a warm cup of chamomile laced with a lethal dose of nightshade.
A slow, soothing way to die.
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Awaking to the familiar bite of cold air, you cringe into the warmth of whatever material is covering you. Even worse, everything ached, you expected that this was how someone would feel after ascending a mountain - whilst carrying a sack of bricks in tow. You didn’t want to open your eyes and acknowledge this fucked up situation you’ve found yourself caught in, however you force yourself into consciousness.
Immediately you’re fully awake.
It only takes a couple of seconds for you to register that you’re suspended in mid-air, having been sleeping far too comfortably upon a make-shift hammock. Rope netting, of which you recall being hung around the fan blades, has been hastily wrapped in thick swathes of dark fabric, the same slightly rough material you’re covered in. There’s at least a thirty metre drop beneath you, of which you are not going to risk, leaving you unable to so much as attempt to escape.
Of course, she’d have made sure you had no means of escape - it’s not like she’s going to trust you, even after your embarrassingly desperate pleads to survive.
You call out awkwardly, to which there is no response. Assuming you’re alone, you exhale and fall back into the swinging bed. Whilst it might be a way of keeping you from running off, it was strangely accommodating. Although, the sheets most definitely weren’t actual bed covers, maybe curtains or merely raw fabric, and smelt slightly floral. Below you could see a few lights illuminating the workspace, the occasional splashes of neon colour reflecting off the florescent glare. It was just as you had seen in Arcane, eerily exact.
Letting yourself relax, your mind wanders for some time until you hear the distinct sound of a door opening and wet boots trekking across the fan beneath you.
Peeking over the edge of the hammock, you find the figure of a forlorn looking pyromaniac. Her arms are wrapped around herself, clothes positively drenched. You can assume that the scene in which Silco evil-baptises her has just occurred. As if feeling your gaze on her, she glances upwards, eyes immediately finding yours. A manic grin twists her previously solemn features as she waves her arms around excitedly.
“Mornin’ toots- missed me much?”
You were about to reply, negatively, however she didn’t stop to hear your response.
“Y’know how cold underground water is? It’s freaking freezing! How was I supposed to know to bring a warm change of clothes - if all I got was some foreboding message to meet Silco at the lake??”
She was pacing back and forth, a visible trail of water puddling across her path. Stopping occasionally, she’d throw her hands in the air or harshly whisper into the air beside her.
“Oh yeah- don’t worry about the specifics of how I know Silco. He’s sort of like my adoptive old man, also still a very dangerous drug lord – but I haven’t told him about you yet… So, make sure not to get us caught glowstick, cuz he might actually kill you ahaha…” She’d trail off, leaving you debating your own safety.
You still can’t seem to get a word of response in, as she continues to chatter mindlessly to (presumably) you as she walks around the fan blades. At some point she’d begun to strip off her wet clothes, talking nonchalantly in the process. You turn your gaze away from the near nude woman in embarrassment as she walks in and out of sight, twisting various levers as she goes. Hearing a metallic squeak alongside the sound of a tap running, you faintly recall seeing a bathtub in the series setting. How Jinx manages to get hot water up here, you cannot imagine - although she’s certainly smart enough to have fixed that up for herself.
Laying back, your hands cover your face as you groan in frustration, listening to the idle chatter for what seems like hours before you hear her leave the water.
“Y’know that lake water was dirty too- l swear Silco forgets I’m a girl sometimes. Like, I might be a slightlymanic, gun-wielding terrorist- but I’m still a woman who likes to stay outta dirty water and smell clean!”
You feel faint amusement at this, listening to her rant to you as a frustrated daughter of a single parent. It was so strangely mundane, enough to feel at ease with.
“I’m surprised he doesn’t understand, seeing how much hair you have.” You exclaim genuinely.
“Precisely!” She cries out, “I feel like I’m talking to a brick wall when I bring up anything- anything… feminine with him!”
A smile plays at the corner of your lips.
“Anyhow- Let’s get ya down from there.”
Your stomach momentarily drops as you feel the hammock jerk downwards; your knuckles turning white as you immediately grip the netting.
“Whoops! Sorry ‘bout that toots, may or may not have over-oiled this lever last night.”
You bite back a catty remark, choosing not to snap at the woman lowering you from a fatal drop.
The netting stops descending after a short time, suspended a few metres from the blade, in alignment with the faded green sofa. Taking this as an invitation, you clumsily clamber off the make-shift-bed and onto the sofa below, sitting awkwardly as the blue-haired captor waltzes back from wherever she’d been. A stained, somewhat wet towel is then dropped on the cushioned surface beside you, to which you wrinkle your nose at in slight disgust.
Jinx now stands over you dressed in her usual attire, bar her shoes, hair roughly styled into wet braids. You note that her usual fringe is absent, imagining that it appears when her hair dries, and braids loosen. You can smell something faintly floral and sweet in the air near her.
“That” she points at the abandoned towel, “is for you.”
Halting your observations, you raise an eyebrow in question.
“Look- ya kinda smell toots, like you’ve been rendezvousing in sewers kind of smell. There’s a tub over there, so use it before you stink up my workshop.”
You can feel your cheeks heat up in angry embarrassment at the blunt comment, now feeling incredibly self-conscious under her gaze.
“Fine.” You huff, snatching the towel up as you tread briskly towards the forementioned tub.
You’re met with a faint surprise, now seeing that Jinx had stacked a flimsy wall of wooden crates around the bath to allow you for some form of privacy. For at least this you are grateful, shimmying past the wall and into the small enclosure.
The bath itself is hideously stained; splashes of vibrant colours overlap into off-putting, dirty greys that disappear under the sheen of soapy bubbles. You dread to know what colour the water is beneath the foam, nevertheless, you strip and hesitantly slide into the warm bathwater. Beside the tub is a small, wooden table, on which sits an array of seemingly random bottles, jars, and flasks filled with hell knows what. You can only eye the label-less jars with the necessary suspicion they deserve.
“I forgot to tell ya-“ You startle as a blue head peers over the wall, hurriedly ducking under the colourful bubbles. “don’t go using any of those greyish greenish liquids - they’re definitely not for cleaning.” Jinx proceeds to then throw her arms in the air, mimicking an explosion sound to accompany it. This is then followed by a muffled, amused snicker.
What’s the point of putting together a privacy wall if she was just going to evade it anyway?
You furrow your brows, exhaling shakily in attempt to keep your wits about you. “Right, cheers for that - Can you please leave me to bathe alone now?”
She pauses, shadowed eyes briefly narrowing before shrugging dismissively, disappearing behind the crates. You sigh in relief, sitting upright to separate the green and grey liquids from the huddle of glassware. For further safety you discard all yellow and blue liquids too. Ultimately, they result in green too - right?
Finally, you take a hesitant sniff of a pinkish bottle, a clear liquid that smelt refreshingly non-toxic. Honey and begonia, a scent you now recognise Jinx having smelt of earlier. At this you deem it safest to use, going through plenty of the soapy liquid to scrub through the layers of grime you’d accumulated over the last twenty-four hours or so. You certainly smell far better, even if of begonias. These particular plants bloom into awfully pretty flowers; however, in the past a bouquet of begonias was sent as a warning to beware of bad omens. How eerily fitting.
Quick to leave the lukewarm water, you eye the somewhat cold, damp towel hesitantly before roughly drying yourself off with it. Beside it lays a neat pile of heavy-duty, practical clothes, seemingly a mix-and-match of your choice. The colours consisted of surprisingly neutral earth tones, material decidedly layered and of an almost military or dystopian style. Yet the beneath, the inner linings were decorated with familiar, neon drawings. It would almost seem sweet, yet you sense that there is most definitely an underlying meaning – perhaps in how these signature doodles can be seen to mark a certain ownership over what Jinx would deem as her property. A constant reminder that you’re not here to live as her roomie, but as her personal project.
But at the same time…
Trailing your hands over the material, you can’t help it as your lips tilt into a gleeful smirk.
These clothes are fucking cool, apocalypse-core type of hot.
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Strangely satisfied, you push a few crates to the side, sliding through the make-shift room and into open space, immediately coming face-to-face with consequence of your bad karma.
Had she been standing there this whole time? You’re tempted to ask her; the feeling of discomfort having been growing in your gut since the moment she’d opened her mouth. But perhaps accusing the manic, schizophrenic pyromaniac of flaunting her disturbing behaviour isn’t a bright idea.
Meanwhile, the said pyromaniac merely looks you up and down, nods and then proceeds to scamper off towards her central workshop, to which you slowly trail after her.
Perhaps it’s because she’s never really hung out with anyone her own age?
It hits you – this might just be the first time she’s ever allowed anyone in her sanctum besides Silco, yet alone having someone living here with her.
So not only are you a living project, but going through some sort of deadly social experiment on the side?
Mothertrucker dude.
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If the current situation wasn’t so decidedly inhumane it would almost be attractive, the whole being pinned down and then non-consensually having your blood drained to keep yourself alive thing. You hiss as a deceivingly delicate hand holds your arms down, not too gently inserting a needle into your wrist.
“Blimey toots, you sure writhe around for someone who volunteered for this.”
You shoot her a scathing glare, to which she grins snidely, pinching your cheeks with an eerie fondness of a sort.
“Ouch, that look could do with some ice.”
“Well perhaps if you hadn’t pounced on me out of nowhere then the whole experience would have been a whole lot less like I was being mugged.”
She rolls her eyes, chuckling as she releases your limbs, climbing off of you.
“Look, I thought that ya wouldn’t be up for it unless I made it more fun!”
“…Fun?”
“Mhm.”
You groan frustratedly at the sheer inability to communicate that this woman possessed. You hadn’t even been given time to dry your hair before she’d jumped you. And now here you are, left wired up to some sort of make-shift trima machine, slowly filling sandwich bags up with your bioluminescent blood. Just to further help the situation, you can clearly see a few test tubes of your blood already sitting at Jinx’s workstation. Paired with the scattering of bruising pinpricks left in your alternate wrist, it’s pretty clear that she isn’t so much as trying to hide the fact that she’d already been draining you.
This must be what it feels like to wake up in a motel submerged in an ice bath with one of your kidneys missing.
Not to mention how utterly boring the task that had been forced upon you is, all you can do is glare at the woman slouched over a table, clearly completely fixated on perfecting the Hextech crystal. Music blares from the vinyl beside her, deafening any of your attempts to catch her attention.
And then it felt like you were watching through a screen again, blue sparks erupting from the workstation. You simply can’t take your eyes off of Jinx, braids dancing around her rhythmically, an expression of prideful extasy cast over her features. Shimmering specks drifting mesmerizingly from every direction.
The piercing sound of glass shattering snaps you out of your trance, almost as if reality was slapping you around the face as a reminder that you too are present in this situation. Surprised, Jinx skids to an imminent stop, leaping from her chair instinctively as broken viles of your blood seep over her desk and dissolve into the spiralling crystal. The result was immediate, as another wave of raw, galvanised magic bursts from the device, a pulse powerful enough to send the flimsy device attached to you flying into your chair. With a strangled yelp from you, the needle is haphazardly torn from your arm, and almost like a swarm of bees, the sparks descend upon you.
Static, all you can seem to disconcert are sharp, electrical pinches. Neither painful nor discomforting, they felt strangely natural. Warily cracking open your eyes, you’re met with a surge of light, of which you can barely squint through. Lifting your bare arm up, you’re quick to observe the sparks seemingly multiplying at the touch of your bare skin. A figure soon enters your field of vision, hands clasping her own face in giddy excitement.
“Oh toots, you’re blue- like literally glowing iridescent!” She swoons, gushing over your newfound condition in fascination. You feel the all-too-familiar bite of nails digging into your skin, already kneeling besides you to trace the map of glowing veins exposed across your arm.
“Wow, I didn’t even notice.” You drawl sarcastically, already feeling the threat of an approaching migraine. It would be so hideously cliché of you to faint twice. Must be these god-awful lights, and the god-awful company.
Snickering, Jinx glances up, gappy front teeth biting over her lower lip.
“You’re practically a power up… An enhancer- D’ya know what this means?”
“…That I’m lucky to not suffer from epilepsy?”
She giggles, gripping your chin tightly as she leans in, eyes never once leaving your own.
“It means you’re one hell of a valuable asset Glowstick.”
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Ughgffg sorry for how long this took, I had writers block and a gazillion hugeass assignment deadlines to meet this last term. Made a longer chapter to make up for the wait tho so hope you guys enjoyed aha
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unluckiestmember · 1 year
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Arcane Characters + Working at the Brothel
Summary: You finally got a job! But it’s at the brothel. Here’s how the Arcane cast reacts to it. 
Characters: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Viktor, Ekko, Silco, Sevika, Mel, Jayce, Vander
Warning: None. Mostly SFW, some suggestive themes here and there though.
A/N: I personally would never work at the brothel. But if I did, you can catch me in the same room as the Brothel Girl ;)
Jinx
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“You got a job?! That’s great news, toots! Where?... The brothel? Awesome! I’ll try and go there every week- No every day- No, no no! Every hour!”
Will literally be a super supportive girlfriend. She’s just excited at the fact you actually got a job after you’ve been complaining about being unemployed for so long. She happily goes to the brothel almost every day you work just to be your client. The visits are sweet, but also weird because sometimes she’ll pay you even though you both live together. But her actions are appreciated.
Vi
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“Oh, you got the job? No way, that’s awesome! What’s the job though?... You’re working at the brothel? Huh. Okay.”
Honestly, Vi is okay with your line of work. Though she would lie if she said she wasn’t a little fearful for you. You are her lover after all! You mean the world to her and if she was to hear that someone touched you wrong or cussed you out for doing your job, she would probably kill someone. Luckily, her fear subsided when she spoke with Babette, who assured her nothing bad would happen to you. Sometimes Vi will surprise you at work when she’s done with her job early or has a day off. When she’s your client, you two will either talk for hours on end or use the many experimental rooms around you to your advantage. Wink wink-
Caitlyn Kiramman
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“Congratulations on getting the job, darling. What will you be doing for work?... Oh. Um. Well, um. Alright. N-No, don’t worry. I’m okay… Why the brothel?”
Caitlyn is honestly against it. She might play coy and act like she’s alright with you talking to and doing things with strangers in Zaun, but she’s actually upset when you first tell her. She gives you a somewhat cold shoulder attitude for a few days until you confront her about it. It takes her some time, but she slowly warms up to you working at the brothel. She’ll sometimes show up and say she’s a customer to talk to you about her day. Be ready to have her visit you during hours if she’s had a terrible day at work.
Viktor
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“Where will you be working now?... The brothel? Okay. Are you sure you want to work there though? I heard of the sort of things that happen there.”
Viktor is not against you working at the brothel. He just needs to make sure you’ll be safe. He knows Zaun can be shady with their business transactions, let alone that Zaunites can get handsy for little to no reason. If you assure him you’ll be okay, he’ll believe you. However, this doesn’t change that he will always be concerned about you when you’re at work. He’ll go to the brothel sometimes on his break just to check up on you. You can try and make him stay there for a visit, but he’ll politely decline. Besides, that’s not really his kind of setting.
Ekko
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“The brothel, huh? What do you do there?... Oh, talk? That’s cool. So like therapy?... Woah. Woah! You sure you wanna do that?!”
Ekko will be super skeptical of your new line of work. He’s usually not a jealous guy, but when he hears that people will be paid to do whatever they want to you, he loses it. It’s not until you tell him that you have the decision to decline offers and choose what boundaries you have does he calm down a bit. He knows you are your own person, so he’ll let you stay at the brothel. But he’ll never tell you he has some firelights scoping out the area for your safety… Oops.
Silco
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“You? Working at the brothel? I don’t think so, my love. I don’t think so…”
Silco is definitely against you working at the brothel. He knows about the kind of men and women that go there. Hell, he knows that Sevika goes there! You can try your damndest to go to work, but this man will use any excuse and obstacle he can find. Walking there? Oh no, an investigation was happening at the entrance. Got called in? Gonna have to decline because you had to go on a mission with Sevika. Because of his actions, you almost lose your job just as quickly as you got it. You know Silco’s secretly being a clingy boyfriend, but there’s so far you can go before your actions are borderline ridiculous.
Sevika
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“... Wait. What?”
Sevika will be so confused as to why you got a job at the brothel. She’ll also become more cautious of going there. She’s a regular customer, so if she were to go one day and hear that one of the clients has been talking about her rendezvous to you? She’ll just want to crawl into a hole and die. After a few days of her avoiding you, she tells you about her visits. You’re understandably upset, but you forgive her as long as she hasn’t and doesn’t cheat on you. From that day forward, Sevika is still a regular, but she’s also your number one client.
Mel Medarda
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“That’s good to hear, honey. Where will you be working?... Like hell you are.”
You can argue, you can talk it out, you can do sweet things for her, but Mel will never let you work at the brothel. She knows from her time in Noxus and through her mother how those kinds of places work. So the last thing she needed was to see or imagine you having one on one time with someone in an inappropriate manner for money. She doesn’t care if you can choose what happens to you, she will still stand against it. Before you know it, you’ve lost your job. But luckily Mel is quick to help you find another.
Jayce Talis
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“So you’re working at the brothel? What’s that? Like a church or something?”
The poor innocent fool that is known as Jayce. He has spent his entire life in Piltover, never setting foot outside of the topside to explore the undercity. So of course he doesn’t know what a brothel is! He will think you have a sweet job helping people worship an entity or guide them in life. One day though, he chose to give you a surprise visit. And when he saw what you were actually doing? Well, let’s just say Babette closed the brothel down for a while when a bunch of enforcers came crashing through her place with a vengeance. By the way, you were fired.
Vander
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“You finally got a job? That’s great to hear. So where is it, huh?... Oh, the brothel. You just gave me a reason to start going back there.”
Vander is supporting your work at the brothel. This big softy will literally pop up there occasionally to be your client for the entire day. He will take advantage of all the different rooms the brothel has and the services it provides with you by his side. Though you both have one rule; Never let the kids know, no matter what. Even if they question your line of work, keep your mouth shut. The last thing they need is their minds being blown when they hear what you do for a living.
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Arcane Characters saying I love you Pt2
~ Silco, Sevika, and Vander
A/n sorry this one's a little longer than pt 1, also reblogs are much appreciated✨🫶🏼
word count 1.8k pt 1 here
First time saying i love you pt 2
silco, sevika, vander
Silco~
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‘It’s too quiet’ you thought, lounging in Silco's office on the sofa Sevika basically claimed as hers. The silence almost made you nervous mostly because it never was. The atmosphere was always filled with the sound of sevika working on her arm, faint explosions echoing from Jinx's lab, silco’s meetings, jinx yapping about her new inventions or arguing with Sevika, or even fin’s disgusting attempts to flirt with you while you catch Silco and Sevika rolling their eyes over his shoulder. Like clockwork, the tedious silence was broken by Silco barging through the door followed by Sevika. 
“She’s a problem and we all know it!” Sevika seethed. You figured that they were either too angry to notice you or too angry to care. 
Silco brushed his hair back and turned his head to look over his shoulder. “We?” You wanted to intervene but know that given the fact that 1. they’re both stubborn and 2. Sevika’s stature and gaze alone intimidate the hell out of you, it’d be useless but nonetheless you definitely piece together that it’s about jinx. 
“Look,” Sevika took a deep breath,  “I know you have a thing for strays and she means a lot to you but she is not your daughter. There is an entire city that relies on you and you’re doing nothing but making excuses for some unhinged kid. Even if you were her father you should know when to keep her in check instead of letting her be a loose cannon and put everything we’ve worked for in jeopardy. If you aren't going to choose between parenting her or acting like her boss, send her to the enforcers.” With that Sevika walked out slamming the door behind her. You definitely understood her anger and everything she was saying but Silco was trying. Granted he could be trying harder but for the life he’s lived he was doing all he could without being cold towards jinx. He COULD turn her in but everything she’s done she was told to do by him, he COULD abandon her and perfect everything he’s built but he knows what it’s like and he’s grown too attached. He was at a loss and you could see it in the ways his shoulders dropped yet looked so tense. 
Sighing, Silco finally decides to acknowledge your presence. “Tell me my dear,” he said, hunched over his desk, “what do I do?” You stood up and walked over to him, gently ushering him to face you. It hurt you to see him like this, unraveled by his daughter and right hand. You take his face in your hands and he immediately sinks into your touch with glossy eyes. “Tell me how to parent her. Tell me how to be better.” he begs. 
“My heart, you don’t need to be better. You’ve told her countless times to take things more seriously. Her not doing so is entirely on her, not you.” You tried your best to reassure him. “I’d suggest telling her that unless she shapes up she won't be allowed on more serious jobs but knowing her she’d throw a fit and go against you anyways.” Finally Silco cracks a smile and scoffs. 
“That does sound like her, suppose my stubbornness has rubbed off on her.” he says, taking your hands in his and staring deeply and lovingly into your eyes. 
“So be more stern with her, is what you’re implying?” he stated more so than asked, taking you in his arms. “Mhm.” you hummed. 
“I'll give it a try, thank you my dear.” 
“Of course, eventually she’ll listen. She just needs to learn that there are reasons why you tell her not to go all out. You’re a great father, you know.” He swears his heart skipped a beat.
“...I love you…” Silco whispers, holding you tighter. “I love you more.”
Sevika~ 
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You and Sevika both work for Silco, you have since the start of his reign, and you both quickly learned how tiring and physically demanding it was. However, some days were worse than others today being a prime example for Sevika at least. You had to take care of some petty thieves in one of Silco’s stash houses that Fin had secretly hired but regardless you got to go home early and are now relaxing in your shared bed. Eventually you dozed off but got woken up by the sound of Sevika opening the bedroom door. 
“Oh hey, sorry doll,” she gently kisses your temple. “Didn’t know you went home early.” she mumbles, taking her shoes off and throwing them across the room. 
“Yeah because I’m lucky” you say with a smirk. Sevika lazily smacks your thigh earning a giggle as she plops next to you sinking her face into the pillow. “Lucky brat is what you are. Why’d you leave early anyway?” 
“I finished my task quickly and was gonna wait for you but Silco said that jinx was with you,” Sevika groans at the name of her tiny nemesis earning a giggle from you. She then turns her head ushering you to go on while she starts caressing your jaw. “And that you’d most likely take a while so he sent me home.” she hummed in response. She didn’t say anything else, continuing to only lay on her stomach with her head turned to you, running her fingers down your jaw then suddenly shutting her eyes and jerking her hand.
“What's wrong? Did you get hurt?” You ask, sitting up immediately inspecting her for injuries noticing how she didn't move at all to calm you down. 
“Nothin my backs just sore…” Sevika groaned. You could tell it was more than just her back, it was her shoulder blades and arm. Sighing, you got up and gently started removing her shirt. 
“Angel I'm too tir-” 
“Get your mind out of the gutter Vika I'm not gonna ravage you I just wanna give you a massage.” She utters a quick ‘oh’ before sliding out of her shirt then resuming her previous position.
“As if you could ever ravage me.” she scoffs. Ignoring her, you grab some lotion from the nightstand and take a seat on her butt. You apply the lotion to your hands before putting some pressure on her lower back deciding you’ll save the problem spots for last. Judging by how tense she is and how she groans you get the idea that she was long overdue for a good massage. 
Once you clear all the knots and tension from her lower and mid back you focus your attention on the spot in between her shoulder blades, gently pushing down then dragging your hands around her shoulders hearing various pops, cracks, groans, and moans coming from her. There really isn’t anything you can do about the pain from the arm she no longer has other than press ginger kisses around the area. As she feels your weight shift from her backside to the bed she turns to face you once more, taking you in her arms and engulfing you in a passionate kiss.
“Y’know I'm gonna marry you one day right angel?” she playfully questions. 
“Only seems fair,” you start, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “You already got acting like one.” she smiles, remembering everything you’ve done for her, especially when she lost her arm. You were always right there when she needed you but was too stubborn to ask for help, you were always at her beck and call. 
“Oh please, it's ‘cause you love me… and I love you…so much.”
Vander~
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You knew that when you started dating Vander that the kids would have to be in your life too and honestly you loved it. You would always bring them gifts like boxing gloves for Vi, trinkets and tools for Mylo and Powder, and snacks for Claggor. Anytime Vander would tell them not to do something they’d immediately run to you begging you to change his mind and sometimes it worked sometimes it didn’t. Today being one of the days it didn’t.
You were relaxing at the empty bar when Vi barged yelling about how something wasn’t fair while Vander trailed her. Vi spotted you and ran to your side.
“Y/n please tell him that we’re ready.” She begged without any context as to what she was talking about. 
“What's happening?” you ask, lost as ever. 
“Apparently the enforcers are turning the lanes upside down looking for us but this is our chance to fight! We need to stand up to them and now’s as good a time as any.” Vi explained. You assumed vander wasn’t having any of it given the fact that 1. the kids’ safety was everything to him and 2. he had an arrangement with the enforcers. 
“There’s too much at risk if we do Violet! You need to stop thinking with these,” Vander says, grabbing her fists. “And start thinking with this!” he then points to her head. “The lanes isn't what it used to be. Yes we all still have the same drive as we did back then, but we’re not in the same shape as we used to be! We lost a lot of good people then and we’d lose even more now.” Violet thinks of her parents which Vander can see in her eyes. “You’ll lose powder, claggor, and Mylo too. We will rise Violet I promise you we will but now is not our time, there's too much at stake.” Vander looks to you for help and so does Vi. You love the kids but this is one thing that Vander would not change his mind about and to be frank you agree with him.
“I'm sorry Vi but he’s right honey” you take her face in your hands trying to get her to see how sincere you are. “A shadow of the lanes would be all that’s left. And I don’t wanna lose you guys.” 
“...fine.” Violet mumbles before running off, leaving you and Vander alone. Vander walks over to you pulling you in for a hug.
“You really care about those kids huh?” He questions. 
“Of course I do, I get that they want to fight but I wish she would see how badly this would end for us. It would end in a fiery blaze with everyone we love slaughtered.” You notice some blue hair peeking out from behind the wall and instantly know who it is. 
“You can come out Powpow, is everything okay?” Vander turns around to face her as she takes a few steps towards you. She looked really sad, her eyes were puffy and she was holding what looked like a stuffed bunny. Vander stares at it thinking it looked familiar then it hit him.
“Look at me Powder,” he kneels in front of her, gently holding her shoulders. “Where did she go?”
“She said she was going to make things right and that she’d be away for a while.” the little girl sniffles. Vander stands up immediately and walks to you.
“I need you to stay here with the kids. I need to go get Violet.” he leans down and kisses you deeply before pulling away to head towards the door.
 “I love you.” 
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pow-pow1111 · 21 days
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Sweetheart // Jinx ♡
Your girlfriend loves to play-fight with you :)
Pairing: Jinx x fem reader
Tags: play-fighting, teasing, fluff, cuddling
A/N: Jinx lives in my head rent-free I love her SO MUCH
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💙 “Is that the best you can do?”
💙 Jinx loves to tease you. It’s one of the many ways she expresses her intense and endless adoration for you. The way your eyes widen when she catches you off guard, the way you look away, try to cover your flustered face and hide your blushing- it almost made her heart stop.
💙 She never got tired of this playful roughhousing. With her seemingly endless energy, she always had an advantage over you in your sweet “battles”. This game was one of her favorite things, really. 💙 “Hey! Get off of me!!” You protest as she manages to get an upper hand on you. Her hands wrap around your waist in a tight grip. She holds you down firmly. Her brightly-colored nails just barely graze your skin, making you squirm.
💙 “Aww, am I making my sweet little girlfriend mad? How cute…” She taunts lightheartedly as she presses you down.
💙 Hearing her say that never failed to give you butterflies. My girlfriend. After what felt like an eternity of mutual pining, you had finally become official girlfriends. You still could barely believe it. She was your everything, and you were hers.
💙 Jinx climbs on top of you, straddling your body and laughing mockingly. You try to gently push her off, playing along with her and greatly enjoying this wrestling. She found your attempts to defeat her amusing. You can’t deny the way your heart races at her being this close to you... how amazing the feeling of your skin against hers was. Her proximity makes you nervous, and you whimper a little as your body writhes helplessly beneath your lover. 💙 “You’re gonna need to try harder than that, my love.” She teases as you struggle under her to try to free yourself. One of her hands sneaks up to your neck, moving in swift teasing motions. Her other hand brushes past your skin and she rubs gentle circles on your hip. You sigh with enjoyment.
💙 Jinx is just inches away from your neck, and the feeling of her breath against your skin drives you wild. Her lips just barely graze you- she knew how sensitive you were there. It feels so good inside. You lean into her touch as she nips at your neck gently. She knew exactly how to work you into a frenzy and make you a flustered mess.
💙 “Ah… please slow down… that tickles too much,” you breathe out, "please be gentle..."
💙 Her hold on you loosens a little in surprise from your soft cries. She stills herself to stare at you before a wide grin spreads on her face. She relishes in being able to make you feel good like this. It makes her warm and excited, and encourages her to keep going.
💙 “I’m not doing anything~” your girlfriend says with a cheeky smile, feigning innocence. She bats her eyelashes, her eyes sparkling at you with a flirtatious look. You feel so good and she knows it.
💙 She kisses your neck and grazes you ever so gently with her teeth, nibbling passionately. Her lips are so soft and warm. This feeling is too much to take. “That’s not fair!!” you whine. “You- you know all of my weak spots…”
💙 “All is fair in love and war, toots,” she giggles mischievously. "This is really getting to you..."
💙 “Get off!!” You squeal playfully, your voice needy.
💙 “Make me."
💙 She challenges you with that, her voice dripping with a harmless arrogance. She could not enjoy this more, couldn’t get enough of your adorable reactions. She’s eager to see how you’ll respond to her words, and she feels overwhelming happiness bubbling up inside. Jinx is absolutely giddy.
💙 Your breath hitches at hearing this. You smile, your face easing as you narrow your eyes at her playfully. “Oh you’re asking for it now~ You’ll pay for that!”
💙 “Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it? Love and cuddle me to death?” She chuckles smugly then smirks down at you. She’s feeling very proud and self-satisfied. The look on her face is suggestive.
💙 “That’s exactly what I’m gonna do-!!”
💙 “You’ve got me shaking in my boots, hun. Real scary.” She sneers and her eyebrow raises curiously. You make her snicker.
💙 You grab one of her blue braids and gently tug on it, pulling her closer to you. Her eyes widen at the sudden jerking motion. She squeals playfully and pretends to struggle. “No!! Anything but that, love!!” She says sweetly as she tries to wiggle away. You start to give her affectionate kisses on her head.
💙 Jinx pretends to shriek in pure agony. “Oh no, my only weakness!! Please help me!!! I cannot stand being smothered by my girlfriend’s love!!” She exaggerates her act, her voice dramatic as can be. This is so fun for her. 💙 “I won’t show any mercy,” you say and you lean down. You cup her face with one hand, tracing your fingers against her soft skin. You bring your lips to her neck, planting several feverishly quick kisses like you are attacking her. Her neck, her collarbone, her shoulders. Wherever your passion can reach. She laughs endearingly as she tries to shove you off.
💙 “No, not the kisses!! I can’t stand it!!” She wails as if she’s suffering. Her giggles make your heart skip a beat, and your eyes light up with pure affection as you look down at your sweet girlfriend. She's blushing from all of her laughter.
💙 You move yourself downward and start to blow raspberries on Jinx's bare stomach. Her body tenses up in response to the sudden stimulation. As she laughs, you feel her whole body softly shake beneath you. You look up at her. Your eyes meet and you share a moment of just staring at each other with pure love. 💙 This is so intimate. You feel butterflies in your stomach, hotness in your body, your chest pounding... This was the way you always felt when you looked at the girl who had stolen your heart. Being this close to her you could feel your cheeks become flushed. The two of you can feel the heat from each other.
💙 The warmth is so comforting. You cease your “attacks” and bring yourself up to her side. Putting your arms around her waist, you nuzzle against her. She’s so soft, so warm and cuddly. Your bodies seem to fit together perfectly. Jinx did not hesitate to wrap herself around you in return, she was so clingy and you loved it with all your heart. You hug and hold each other with fondness. 💙 “Aww~ that took a lot out of you, huh? “ she smirked, grinning at the sight of your chest rising and falling softly. She heard your faint pants of exasperation. You look at your lover dreamily as she speaks. “Do you surrender? Say you surrender.”
💙 You let out soft sounds of enjoyment as you snuggle into Jinx. Your hand lazily traces her tattoos in soft motions, caressing her lovingly. 💙 “Go on~ say it,” she repeats, pulling you up against her as close as possible. She doesn’t want to ever let you go. You made everything so perfect. 💙 “I surrender. I love you.” You murmured. You take her hand in yours, stroking it with your thumb.
💙 “That’s my girl,” she chuckled as she kissed your head. She runs her fingers carefully through your hair, massaging you. “I love you too. I love you so much.”
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Thank you so much for reading!!! <3
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pathetic-sapphic · 8 months
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could u do some dom!jinx x innocent fem!reader drabbles with some smut? 🙏 i love ur work sm u write the headcanons so well 😭
Overstimulation with Jinx (18+)
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a/n: here's one smut drabble to begin with! i'll write more in the future with different kinks and scenarios. thank you for the kind words and enjoy &lt;3
''W-wait Jinx, baby please, I-I can't anymore-'', you begged as your girlfriend stared at your bound form, writhing against the vibrating wand which she tied so it rested snuggly against your abused clit. You were tied up on the bed, intricate designs holding your hands behind your back and your legs bent at the knees while wide open, all for her to see and marvel at. She was sitting in a swivel chair opposite of you, watching you trash about with a hand down her pants. Your pretty moans and whimpers always made her so wet, she adored having you so desperate for her. The fact that you'd willingly suffer and come over and over again just because she said so gave her an adrenaline rush. You lost count of how many times you came and, no matter how much you begged, she refused to stop or even lower the vibration level. How could she, when you looked so cute with your lips trembling and eyes tearing up. Jinx loved torturing you like this and she knew that you loved it too. Seeing your body twitch and try to escape the prediction she set you in was such a pretty sight. Jinx was quite a sadist, she'd coo at your sobs and lick away your tears, ordering you to thank her for all the pleasure she's giving you. Sometimes, she'd toy with you and turn the vibrator off completely, giving you a false sense of salvation. As soon as she saw your body relax and the look on relief appear on your face, she'd turn it up again. Chuckling, she comes to your side and grips your face, squishing your cheeks so hard that your lips form a pout and says; ''You didn't really think I'd let you go so soon, huh baby? Now, be a good girl and don't whine so much, otherwise I'll have to gag you and I don't think you'd like that, right? Good, I love you, trinket.''
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novacqnes · 1 year
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stranger’s in the dark // jinx
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warning: nothing like some soul crushing angst
pairing: jinx x fem reader
a/n: i apologize for how long this took me, i began it a little while ago but it’s been hard trying to find time to write— nevertheless thank you for the request :)
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she wasn’t there, maybe in body but not mind—and if jinx tried hard enough she could nearly convince herself of it. she searched for indications of reality, anything that clearly solidified her presence at that moment in time. the pale, cold hands draped at the sides of her thighs, and the frenzied strands of blue that clung to her forehead were indeed hers— but they didn’t feel like it. she couldn’t truly register anything, not the tension that pervaded the atmosphere like dozens of rabid dogs, or the hushed sobs that fell from your lips mere inches away. frankly, the only thing jinx was truly certain of was that she was angry and it rarely, if ever, panned out well.
she detested it— losing control. it was palpable, relentlessly ringing in her ears and simultaneously draining out all else. heat rose in her cheeks dousing them in a fiery crimson shade. the searing warmth spread to all parts of her body, manifesting itself in words, each laced with untamed malice that spilled from her tongue. jinx could register them, one by one they slipped from her mouth— wrapped in more fervor than the next. the emotions were blinding, clashing, and contradicting with every turn. distorted images of your face, fatigued and demoralized crept into the corners of her vision, practically tormenting her. 
despite it all you reached for her, desperately trying to reel your girlfriend back in. you cupped her face in your hands, rubbing your thumb along the soft skin as you suppressed your own tears. she wanted to stop, every bone in her trembling body urged her to— but the words were coming out faster than she could fathom.
“it’s all your fucking fault.” the phrase stung, burning red and hot like the corners of jinx’s eyes. eventually branding a bottomless black hole into the center of your heart. her eyelids twitched from the lack of restraint that swarmed her, and it went against every fiber of her being. 
these weren’t her words. 
“you don’t mean that,” you shook your head furiously, “i know you don’t— please just talk to me.” against your better judgment you succumbed to the scorching tears that burned the rims of your eyes, leaving them stained and scarlet red. you clung to her, pressing the palms of your hands to her face. the numbness set in, locking your fingers into place in spite of your adamance to keep them there.
she refused to look at you, and when she did it was paralyzing and distant. even the slightest glare sent shivers up your spine and it wasn’t something you’d experienced before. it was uncertainty. amplified by the notion that the person you loved was utterly unrecognizable. 
“jinx look at me…. don’t do this,” your voice was small and meager in comparison to her presence. jinx stood bold and firm— even in her weakest moments. but you? you mirrored that of a mouse. a tiny, trembling rodent— one that cowered in the shadow of the very person that claimed to love you. your relationship hadn’t begun this way, and neither of you could have foreseen it spiraling like this. 
but now that you’re here?
there was no reversing it.
jinx reached for your hands, cupping her palms over them. the contact was cold and distant but it sparked an ounce of hope inside you. her eyes flickered up, normally they were a deep, infectious cerulean blue. the very things that seemed to calm you, even in the most heated arguments. however this time it was different— they were different. her pupils were dilated, surrounded by an icy sapphire haze that penetrated you. her gaze diminished any semblance of hope or comfort from arising. rather it was replaced by anguish and a deep-rooted sense of melancholy that you feared— the two of you would never come back from this. 
she closed the gap between you two, easing your fingers from her face. budding tension filled the air making it even more difficult to take a breath. rapidly your heart pounded against your chest, pumping with even more force as jinx smiled— the corners of her lips pulling into a menacing grin narrowly disguising the sorrow underneath it.
her lips brushed along the top of your ear as she leaned forward whispering, “i never wanna see you again.”
your knees buckled under the weight of your body. it became taxing to stand upright and you were sure if it wasn’t for jinx's body against yours, you would’ve collapsed. she spoke with such anger like it had been stirring inside of her forever, searing its way through and clawing at her sanity. jinx’s skin felt foreign, she almost didn’t recognize it herself. she was being carved out from the inside, into the shell of a dry husk plagued by bitterness and regret. at that moment there wasn’t enough fight left in her to stop herself from uttering the very words that would deliver the final blow to your bittersweet relationship. 
“you’re dead to me.”
she unraveled her hands from yours putting as much distance between the two of you as possible. tears stained her cheeks but she had no shame in letting them fall. in a way she was grateful for them— they obscured her vision. preventing her from truly being able to see the damage she’d done. before her you morphed into a faceless figure, frozen into place. your mind was set ablaze with memories of you and jinx burning at the forefront. desperately you wanted to cling to them, scarring yourself in the process. but there was nothing to salvage. 
there was nothing for you here. 
you swallowed the large budding knot at the surface, gathering the shattered pieces of your dignity and lingering faith in jinx. each step felt heavier and more dreadful than the next but you refused to turn back. 
“you’ll come back,” jinx whispered as you pushed past her, “you always do.”
she stood by dazed, but it was too late to take it back. there’d been many arguments, only a few of this magnitude. yet there was only one in which jinx had spat on the entirety of your existence. this wasn’t the first time you’d walked away. any other day she wouldn’t have batted an eye— but the ache that sat upon your shoulders, emitting from across the room was enough to spark seeds of doubt. she tried to extinguish it, piecing together hundreds of poor excuses. 
you needed time. time to think and clear your mind.
the air inside was suffocating— terrible for thinking.
each one paled in comparison to the next. but as more time passed by they were all jinx had to cling to. obsessively latching onto just about every scenario that pervaded her thoughts. she needed to believe it, she needed to convince herself.
however, not enough convincing could distract jinx from reality. you didn’t return that night or the next. soon the waiting culminated into long weeks, accompanied by radio silence. she woke up, praying that she’d see your face— anything to remove that image she was stuck with. she wanted to touch you, kiss you, hell even get down on her knees if necessary. jinx would’ve done anything to take that night back. despite this she woke up alone and exhausted, growing bitter as time inched by. 
months had come and gone since jinx had last seen you. contrary to popular belief heartache wasn’t healed over time. it was replaced by an endless void that grew until it was rotting and blackened. the space sat at the center of jinx’s heart, and rather than working to heal it, she just found ways to numb the vessel. yet the most convenient coping mechanism arose in an endless cycle of drinking— and inventing. thus most nights she was out scouting for pieces in the form of old rubble. before stopping by the last drop to wash away her sorrows, and on this dull night it was absolutely no different. 
the air reeked of gasoline— so jinx knew she was on the right track. all she needed was gas, a small amount to complete the final part of her new invention. she’d spent most of the day roaming the streets until she’d come across an old engine. without a moment of hesitation, she snatched it from the junkyard, setting off toward the last drop. it was a prime environment for distractions, preventing her mind from lingering elsewhere. 
loud music boomed through the bar as she sauntered in with a cheeky grin plastered on her face. she took the first open seat at the counter, gesturing towards the bartender. the man slipped a light blue drink her way, watching as she chugged it down in one gulp. although alarming, it had almost become routine for jinx. the harsh taste and burning sensation that filled her throat didn’t even seem to phase her. 
“feast your eyes on this beauty,” she exclaimed plopping the engine out in front of her. jinx’s veins pumped with adrenaline as she fidgeted against the wood, sliding the drink back.the bartender’s eyes flickered between giddy jinx and the drink before lifting the pitcher, and refilling her cup to the brim.
“whatcha got there?”
she took a long sip of the drink smacking her lips together, “this my friend is the solution to all of my problems.” in more ways than one it wasn’t really an exaggeration. absolutely nothing beat the rush that jinx got from creating. it was something that only she could control— and it sure as hell wouldn’t leave her. 
she began taking apart the engine, setting aside the pieces she needed. her eyes were bloodshot and her body was way beyond tired yet she refused to succumb to the exhaustion— once she fell asleep there was no telling what images she’d have the pleasure of revisiting in a nightmare. hence she worked tirelessly until her fingers were numb, but even then she shot back another glass, stepping outside for some fresh air. 
the moon was full, casting a white haze over all the nearby properties. small stars nestled into the clouds revealing themselves in rare glances that mesmerized jinx. the scene was beautiful but she couldn’t help but frown. she hated somber moments like these, it left her remembering and yearning for something that she no longer had. she constantly found you in everything and it only forced the void in her heart to fester. jinx felt like she was in a dream. one where she could almost hear your voice, reminiscing in the way it filled her ears so sweetly. she’d dreamed of it several times but it felt so different now. it felt real. 
in the distance jinx saw two figures, although she couldn’t make out their faces, one of them felt so familiar. laughter traveled from the couple to her— and it was unmistakably you. jinx couldn’t have made it up if she tried. she knew your laugh, she knew the way it sounded better than you did. it was infectious just like it was the last time she’d heard it. the sound nearly sent the drink flying from jinx’s grasp. despite the pestering voice that urged her not to, her legs carried her further.
you stood next to a figure— one that she’d never seen before. the woman’s hand slipped into yours as you leaned closer nuzzling into her side. she wrapped her free arm around your waist, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. jinx’s stomach turned, contorting into a large knot that tightened the longer she watched. she wanted to call out but once again she was speechless, subject to the very emotions that pulled the two of you apart. 
she’d never considered the possibility that you’d moved on. jinx had always hoped that some way— somehow you’d find your way back to her. and that maybe you were struggling too, grappling with restless nights and the memories of what you once were together. but seeing it— seeing you now, it changed everything. you weren’t a slave to your emotions, you were coping just fine and falling in love with someone new in the process. thus there was no gray area, you weren’t coming back and there was nothing she could do.
the two of you continued walking, diminishing the distance between you and jinx with each step. however, you didn’t recognize her until you were just a few feet away. jinx’s eyes were sunken and bloodshot, she was paler than ever, and if you hadn’t known better you would’ve mistook her for a ghost. she looked nothing like the radiant girl you’d once fallen for— she was a stranger. 
for a brief moment, your eyes met hers. you didn’t know what you were searching for. maybe remnants of your old lover, indications that she was still there. but alas you were met with nothing, not even the slightest reminder. jinx’s eyes were cold and unfamiliar. yet this sentiment wasn’t exclusive to you. she too found herself searching, desperately scouring for the person you once were in her gaze. but there was nothing to be found— you were a stranger. 
“who’s that?” your girlfriend whispered, glancing back at jinx. you snuck one last look at her frail frame, relinquishing yourself of any guilt and attachment towards her. the person you’d once loved had morphed into an unknown figure before your eyes, thus there was no need for them anymore. 
you turned back toward your girlfriend, placing a small kiss on the underside of her jaw as you cooed, “no one important, let’s go.”
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lacroixqueen · 1 year
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made your mark on me, a golden tattoo tattoo artist sevika x reader AU (18+)
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Summary: you are getting your very first tattoo and sevika just so happens to be your tattoo artist. flirting and sexual tension ensue.
Pairing: tattoo artist sevika x reader AU
Word Count: 3357 (she's LONG)
Tags: soft sevika, unresolved tension, useless lesbians, gay panic, tattoo artist, tattoos, tattoo parlor
You shifted around the seat in the waiting room of the tattoo parlor for what felt like the hundredth time in the span of a single minute. For some reason you were a lot less nervous on the way here than you were literally waiting for your tattoo artist to set up the room and look over your art samples. You told yourself that this was something you were going to get done if it was the last thing you did. 
I mean, for God’s sake, it was a brand new year, and you wanted your first tattoo to be something special, to carry meaning that only you will understand. Kind of like a little inside joke. 
Apparently the tattoo artist you selected.. Sevika was it? Was quite well known throughout Zaun for several amazing masterpieces. She was attentive to detail, cared about each and every single one of her customer’s needs, and really wanted to make the best product possible for her clientele. 
You crossed one leg over the other, folding your arms across your chest and heaved out a little sigh. She better damn well be. The waiting list for her business was about three months long. You made sure to do plenty of research before committing to something as permanent as a tattoo. I mean, it will stay on your body for the rest of your life. Perhaps even into your death. 
You shuddered at the thought. Whatever. No matter what, it was far too late to turn back now. You already submitted your deposit, gave the artist the design you had in mind and for crying out loud, you were already here at the goddamn place. So might as well get this over with and try to have as few regrets as possible.
“Y/N?” a low and raspy voice called out from the back of the tattoo parlor. “I’m ready for you. You can come on back now.”
Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. She was ready for you. Okay. What does that even mean? You stood up, dusting off your skirt and took a final big deep breath. 
Just stay calm, you reassured yourself. Everything will be alright in the end. And if it isn’t, heck, maybe there is a surgeon in town who can remove it altogether and you can forget this even happened. Maybe that’s a bit of an overexaggeration. 
You were greeted by what you could only describe as one of the most beautiful women you have ever seen. Sevika was tall. And just by the looks of her right shoulder and arm muscles bulging from underneath her black tank… you could tell she worked out. Like a lot. She was also smoking a thick cigar between her lips, so her already godlike silhouette was wrapped around in a dreamlike haze.
You muttered a little curse under your breath. As if matters couldn’t get possibly worse, your tattoo artist was hot. As in, very very very hot. This was going to be a long afternoon. 
“You can take a seat right here,” she said with confidence, slapping the tattoo bed with a resounding echo. 
“Oh, uh, yes okay,” you stammered, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear before hoisting yourself up in a less than dignified fashion.
 
“Are you nervous, Y/N?” 
Oh no. From the corner of your eye, you could see she was smirking quite noticeably. Her eyes flicked over you just slightly. Shit. Was she checking you out? You didn’t even do your makeup properly today because you had no idea what she even looked like. If you had known earlier that she was this drop dead gorgeous piece perhaps you would have put in a bit more effort. You win some, you lose some, you suppose. 
“J-just a little bit!” you squeaked out. “It’s my first tattoo, so I have no idea what to expect.”
“Well, let me just tell you that you have absolutely nothing to be nervous about, Y/N,” Sevika chuckled as she slid closer to you on her artist chair with your designs in either hand. “If I ever hurt you, you can always tell me to stop and I’ll go slower, okay?”
“Thank you!” Oh god. She smelled so good too.
“Of course. Sooo.. I got to take a look at your ideas last night and I honestly think they are great.” You watched as the thumb of her mechanical hand peeled back a page to glance at the alternate design. 
“Really? You think so?”
“Absolutely. Although I think for this bottom part right here, we might need to make a small color adjustment since there might be some shading issues. And for the top corner here where it gets a little bit more complicated? I think I might do a little bit more dotwork to really flesh out the details. But uh, other than that, the stencil is essentially done.”
“Wow! Then, yes, perfect, let's just keep going then,” you gulped. Your eyes casually glazed over the extensive tattooing Sevika had all over her arm and neck.
“Excellent. So, I’ll just have you lay back and.. you wanted it on your side, right? Just lift up your top for me so I can have easy access to that part.”
“Oh um, sure!” You did as you were told, carefully unbuttoning your sweater and shrugging it off your shoulders. You then laid back, and lifted up your cami to reveal the right aspect of your body. 
“Lovely,” she replied. “And.. may I?” Her mechanical fingertips lightly grazed over the top of your skirt. 
You nodded vigorously. “Of course!” 
With the most gentle touch you have ever felt, Sevika gingerly tugged your skirt down a little bit more so it rested comfortably on the roundest part of your right hip. She did the same with the pink lacy fabric of the thong you had on underneath. You tried to take a small breath as quietly as possible. 
“Cute panties,” she commented almost a bit too nonchalantly before turning her back to you to slip on some latex gloves and ensure her work tray was all in order. 
As if you weren’t already flustered beyond belief, now you might as well have been an uncontrollable mess. “Th-thanks! It’s from um, the store.”
She laughed ever so slightly. “Yeah, I figured as much. Sooo.. for the design. Were you thinking of having it more..” She trailed her gloved fingertip from your pantyline to the top of your chest. “Or more like here?” She ran her other hand over the curve of your waist all the way down to your hip. 
“Uhm.. maybe kind of like.. both? If that makes sense? Like it can sort of spread from..” You gently took her wrist and guided her finger from your belly button all the way to the divot in your waist. “Like that?”
“Hmm.. yes. That should be perfectly fine.” She smirked a bit when you immediately released her arm from your grasp as if you were overstepping a boundary.
 
Without another word, she quickly sprayed some isopropyl alcohol into a wipe and proceeded to sanitize the area. “This might be a bit cold, I’m sorry babe.”
Babe? Did she just call you babe? Does she call all her clients babe? Or is it a little pet name that she only has reserved for you? 
“I-it’s totally fine!” you yelped. But she was right. It was quite cold. She could tell you were lying through your teeth when your tummy suddenly clenched up. 
“You can’t tense up just yet, doll. I haven’t even gotten the needles out,” she chuckled, lightly slapping your hip. “I need you to loosen up a bit, I don’t want you to be too tight.”
“R-right!” you replied. “Definitely don’t want that.” After a brief pause, you struggled to figure out if there was any sort of double meaning in her words. Or maybe you were just overthinking again. 
She let out another hearty laugh and proceeded to massage in some warm lotions into the side of your body. “Just try to relax, hun.” You did as you were told, closing your eyes and making a futile attempt to count numbers. But she wasn’t making your life any easier with all these pet names. And why did her fingers have to feel so goddamn good simply by rubbing cream into your skin. It felt like it was working some type of dark magic, undulating in soft, round circles and moving rhythmically over your waist. 
You could have melted into her hands right then and there. 
“Okay, and now the stencil. This will feel a little bit wet, alright?”
You nodded your head, biting your lip so you wouldn’t accidentally yelp out. For some odd reason, even though you two just met, you felt very safe with Sevika. Like you could entrust your entire body and soul to her and she wouldn’t hurt any of it even if she was fully capable of doing so. 
She smoothed out the stencil exactly over the part of your stomach and waist that you pointed to. She gently kneaded it into your skin, taking extra caution not to be too rough with you. 
With one smooth motion, she removed the stencil and quickly leaned over you to ensure no detail of her handiwork got disrupted. That no stone was left unturned. 
“Looks… just about.. perfect,” she muttered quietly. You could tell her tone has shifted slightly from the flirtatious one she took on earlier. Suddenly she was laser focused, ensuring that nothing, absolutely nothing would disturb the intricacy of her artwork. 
“Great!” you chirped awkwardly, craning your neck over to see the stencil art. Good god. It looked absolutely breathtaking. Her line work was truly something out of this world. And she really did pay attention to every single request you made in your design. “Wow.”
She looked up, locking your gaze with the utmost intensity. “Yeah.” A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She was quite pleased with herself. 
She turned around to power on her tattoo machine. 
“This part is going to hurt just a little bit, okay?” she spun around in her artist chair to check on you.
 
You nodded your head and exhaled ever so slightly. “Okay.” A giant lump was starting to form in your throat and you could feel yourself getting a bit worked up. 
Sevika immediately held onto your hand and gave it a light squeeze. “If it ever starts hurting, just let me know and I will stop right away.”
“O-okay.”
“We’ll start with the first line. Take a deep breath and count to three for me, alright princess?” Sevika said as she positioned the tattoo gun at an angle to your skin. 
Oh my god. Princess?! She definitely does not call all her clients that. Alright. Big deep breath. One.. two.. three- 
The searing hot needle pierced into your skin like a knife. 
“Ah~!” you let out a small cry and Sevika immediately stopped midline.
 
“Too fast?”
“A little bit.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
“I’ll go a lot slower this time.”
You nodded and took in another breath. You felt Sevika’s gloved hand slide over the curve of your waist as she positioned herself to gain a little bit more control over her line. By god did her cologne smell amazing. When she leaned over your body, a few short pieces of her bangs would fall out and just barely graze over your exposed tummy. It was definitely getting a bit difficult for you to concentrate on your breathing and counting. 
Sevika proceeded to carve out the central line of your tattoo design. She worked slowly and methodically, usually in complete silence. But for some reason when she was around you, she felt the urge to keep pushing the envelope and testing your limits. 
“Good girl,” she would coo gently when she noticed your stomach beginning to relax. 
“That’s my good girl..” she would say again when she finished a piece of detailing while you stayed quiet and still. 
You would moan softly every now and then when you felt the needle dig into your skin and Sevika would respond by going just a touch slower and smirking to herself. Secretly, she loved hearing how adorable and helpless her clients sounded when she sank the tattoo needle deep into their skin. Her sadistic nature was one of the primary reasons she decided to go into tattooing as a prime business. 
To have someone completely in her control, at her disposal. To leave a permanent mark on their bodies that would forever remind them of their experience with her. To watch them writhe in pain, or sometimes even pleasure. It was like a drug she simply could not get enough of. 
And you. Something about the way you squirmed was extra fucking enticing and she couldn’t quite put a finger on it.
In fact, she could feel you wriggling ever so slightly even now. “Stay still for me, angel.”
And you would immediately stop. Her voice was soft, but also definitively commanding. She needed to focus. To have you moaning and writhing was too much even for her. Her mind would begin to wander to dangerous places. 
Like how it would feel to start ramming into your cunt right then and there and watching how your sensitive body would react to her thrusts. How irresistible and beckoning your moans would sound as they ricocheted off the walls, encouraging her to pound into you so rough and so hard you just couldn’t take it anymore. How cute you would look clutching onto your sweater for comfort, or holding onto the sides of the tattoo bed for dear life. 
You would be lying if you said you weren’t fantasizing about a million hypothetical scenarios in your head. 
Having Sevika press her bicep over the top of your stomach to hold you still just did something to your psyche that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Your eyes danced over the detailing of her own tattoo. It looked to be very intricate and well-thought out… wait a second. Was that supposed to be Zaun?! 
“Um, I-I like your tattoo!” you chirped meekly. “It’s really beautiful.”
“Thanks baby,” she smirked to herself. “I designed it myself, actually.”
“Do.. you call all your clients that?” you asked out of the curiosity that was beginning to kill you slowly. 
Sevika suddenly paused in the middle of her tattooing to glance over at you.
 
“Only my favorite ones,” she said with a wink before returning to her work. 
Oh my god. Why does she keep doing that? It’s starting to become unfair. Like she was getting off the high of torturing you and watching your pathetic reactions. And what did she mean by “favorite ones”? So she flirts with all her clients she finds attractive? What does that even mean?!
Every now and then, Sevika would sneak a glimpse over towards you. She loved the way your chain necklace rested so comfortably over the top of your collarbone. Or how plump and kissable your lips looked in the dim lighting of the parlor. Or how your legs were beginning to spread instinctively the closer her tattoo work moved to the top of your skirt. 
Sevika had to fight every last urge in her body to not reach down into your panties and start pleasuring you the way you deserved right then and there on top of that tattoo bed. But she knew she had a job to finish, regardless of how damn adorable you looked and sounded as she drew on the finishing touches of your tattoo. 
“Okay.. almost done,” she said. “You are doing so good, sweetheart.”
You winced a little bit when you felt the needle dig just a bit deeper than usual at the last pattern. Was she trying to tease you back there? Or was that absolutely necessary to finish off the line? Whatever. You tried not to overthink it, even though you have been doing so this entire time. 
“Alright..” Sevika hummed. “Why don’t you step off the bed and take a look in the mirror over there?” 
You did as you were told, hopping off and hobbling over to the full-length mirror across the room. You tilted your head to the side, gently lifting up your cami again to look over the tattoo. Wow. She really did a stunning job. You were a bit surprised, given the fact that she was flirting with you half the time. But holy.. every single piece of line art and dot work flowed so evenly with each other. The design came out exactly the way you had imagined it. 
Sevika gave out a low whistle of approval from behind you. 
You jumped a little bit out of surprise. Sevika had snuck up on you without you even noticing. And god. Just by looking in the mirror she was already towering over you. 
“It’s… beautiful,” you said softly. “It’s exactly what I wanted.”
“That’s wonderful,” Sevika replied. “Now, can you take your cami off for me, Y/N?”
“M-my cami?”
Sevika chuckled and raised up the medical grade bandage she had in her hand. “For this.” 
“Oh. Right. Yes. Absolutely.”
You gently tugged off your shirt and tossed it onto a nearby countertop to reveal a pink lacy bra. Sevika tried not to comment on it but she did in fact take note of how good you looked in it. And how badly she wanted to take it off you right then and there. 
Sevika stepped forward so she placed her thigh between your legs and carefully laid the clear bandage over the top of your tattoo. She gently rubbed it in with her thumb and index finger, making sure to smooth out any uneven edges or creases. She smiled a bit to herself when she felt how hard and fast your heartbeat was pounding against your stomach, or how much warmer your skin felt compared to before. 
“Perfect,” she said, quickly removing her gloves and handing you back your shirt. “So, for this bandage, think of it as like a second layer of skin that offers extra protection. Leave it on for the next few days. Then I would rinse it off with some warm water. Oh and, definitely moisturize.” Her tone shifted from flirtatious to professional and matter-of-fact in what felt like a split second. How did she keep doing that?!
“Y-yes ma’am!” you sputtered out, returning to the tattoo bed to shrug on your sweater and gather your belongings. 
“And the payment is already taken care of since I saw you submitted your deposit in advance, so I believe you are all set,” Sevika said. 
“Great! Um.. thank you Sevika. I was super nervous going into this but you definitely made me feel a whole lot better afterwards.”
“That’s what I’m here for,” she replied, giving you another flirty grin. “Oh, and uh-” The tattoo artist went behind the front counter to dig around a bit until she fished out a slightly bent business card and handed it over to you. “Call me.”
“C-call you?! As in like- Oh my god. I’m.. not sure if I would feel.. I mean, isn’t this kind of fast?”
“I meant to update me on your tattoo healing,” Sevika chuckled. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself, princess.”
“Right, right, no yes that makes total and complete sense,” you responded, folding the business card nervously into your palm. “Um.. well I guess I’ll.. call you.”
“Yeah.” She had already followed you to the doorframe and you were standing in the streets of the undercity at this point. “I’ll see you around, alright Y/N?”
“Okay! Yes. Um. Bye! Thank you!” You quickly scurried off into the busy crowds of Zaun, disappearing into the darkness once more. 
You were quite certain that if you didn’t act, that you would barely see Sevika again, save an occasional run-in at the liquor store or maybe a random night at The Last Drop. So you didn’t want to take any chances.
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ladey · 4 months
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may i have your attention pls !📢
i’m writing a jinx x fem!reader on wattpad if you’re interested, it’s kinda dry rn 😫 (it’s in early development btw)
pls give it a try, i rlly wanna see ur comments on it 🧎‍♀️
user: @ gayymom
that’s all, thank you 😀
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angelltheninth · 1 year
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May I request mutual masturbation with Arcane women (including the milfs) x fem reader please!
Of course I was gonna include the milfs! Do you think I'm tasteless Anon? No way I was gonna leave all that quality content out.
Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Sevika, Cassandra, Grayson, Mel, Ambessa x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, mutual masturbation, orgasm denial/control, fingering, sex-toys, oral fingering, nipple play, dirty talk, praise
A/N: The milfs are like... half the Arcane female cast. Their inclusion is mandatory.
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Jinx always liked watching you and teasing you while you pleasured yourself but she actually rarely makes it mutual. While she doesn't mind being watched by you she much more prefers having you touch her instead.
When you do mutual masturbation she's always a little bit away from you because she loves to see you fully. She wants your legs spread wide open so she can see and mimic what you're doing. That way it kind off makes you feel like you're actually the one fucking her.
"Don't be shy on me now sugar. I love seeing you flustered and naked in front of me. You know I love a fun show, so give me one, spread your legs. Ah, ah, one finger. Don't touch your clit, not yet. I love a buildup to an explosion."
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Vi might be playful and likes to tease but she's not a huge fan of mutual masturbation. She's touch starved and she wants you to be the one that touches her. When the two of you do mutual masturbation, to her it just feels like edging.
She will not let herself come without you touching her nor will she let you do it either. If you're gonna come it's gonna be from her mouth and fingers. At least when you're doing it together. But she likes hearing you talk about it when she comes back from assignments.
"You really love to drive me mad don't you sweet stuff? I like seeing you like that, you know I do, but damn can't you just let me taste you already. I'm being whiney? Well see about that. Just you wait until I get my hands on you, I'll make you scream."
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Caitlyn likes mutual masturbation and she realized it on accident actually. She walked on you fucking yourself with her strap-on and couldn't help but watch and get turned on by it. And when you moaned her name as you came around the toy, she just had to join in.
She lets you fuck yourself how ever long you want, sometimes she just sits backs and watches, casually rubbing her clit while the majority of her focus is on you. She sees you come and she can't help but want to clean you up while also driving closer to her own orgasm.
"Keep going darling, I certainly didn't mean to interrupt. Do you use that a lot? Yeah, better then your fingers is it? Because it's mine? I'll be sure to fuck you with it later then. For now let me enjoy you in another way."
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Sevika much more prefect to be hands on with you but mutual masturbation has it's advantages too. As long as she's the only one you're giving this kind of private show to then she has no problem joining in.
If she's masturbating with you then she's still gonna be close to you. She likes to press you down with her body, her front pressing to your back and keeping your hips mostly still. That way you have to use only your fingers, the sound of your pussy being fucked being the music to her ears.
"You're squirming too much sugar lips, you can't possibly get a good angle like that. Let me help you with that. I didn't tell you to stop. You can feel my hand too can't you? I'm right here with you. Now be my good slut and fuck yourself for me."
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Cassandra was a little shy about it at first but damn if she doesn't go hard when she begins to enjoy herself. She's so used to being in charge and being hands on in any situation that taking a step back and having the two of you look at each other and take it slower never even crossed her mind.
Not only does she like seeing you but also hearing you. That's why she'll sometimes close her eyes and focus on your moans, the sound of your breath hitching, the sheets rustling as you move your hips into your hand. She wants to share pleasure with you with all of her senses.
"Slow down a little darling. You're going to make me finish too quickly. I want to enjoy myself a while longer. That doesn't mean stop. Just let me focus on those pretty noises a little bit more. You always sound beautiful when you're so horny, I can't help myself either."
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Grayson found the suggestion very interesting. It's not something that's done a whole lot of, usually she keeps those kinds of things private and far and few in between. She'd rather experience sex with you than by herself.
But if it's mutual then she doesn't have to rely on her imagination only to get her through it. Moreover she focus on the way your fingers glisten as you pull them out, pop them into your mouth to clean then and then shove them right back into your cunt. Now that is a sight she'll never say no to.
"I'm a little tired today sweetheart. I'm sorry. Hm? Oh. Well that's certainly a solution for us both. Can you edge yourself? Well you can certainly try but I can't say I'll let you. There's nothing I love hearing more than you for begging me."
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Mel rarely joins you when you're masturbating. It's not that she doesn't enjoy the act she just much rather prefers you to get her hot and bothered and then take care of it yourself while you're still dizzy and shaking from your own orgasm.
On the occasions that she does join you she likes to be really close and personal with your pussy and fingers so she can deliver a teasing lick every now and then. As for her own fingers she really loves seeing how your eyes widen whenever she rolls on her back and show's you how hard she's fucking herself just for you.
"Let's make things clear here darling, you will only come when I tell you to. You're going to watch me, you'll moan and whimper as much as you like but you won't come. No, even if I lick you up. You need to wait for me. We'll do it together. Then I'll show you what you've been missing."
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Ambessa loves mutual masturbation but she has to make it feel like she's the one fucking you. She loves to have you on your knees, leaning against her front while she whispers in your ear how you should fuck yourself, slower, deeper, faster.
With her fingers still being wet with her cum she will spread it across your breasts while twirling and pinching your nipples, getting them ready for her mouth later. She'll also grab your hip and guide your pace like she would if it were her fingers inside of you, making you wish it was her inside of you.
"Don't move yet sweetheart, let me have a taste first. So inpatient. I'll have to teach you some discipline later. Do you want to taste me? Hah, that whimper is all the answer I need. Do a good job following my instructions now and I'll give you a treat afterwards."
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