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#jinx x you
hunterwritings · 7 months ago
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you get injured
summary: arcane characters reacting to you getting hurt
pairing(s): jinx x reader | silco x reader | viktor x reader | ekko x reader
warnings: mention of injury + blood, cursing
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Jinx
when coming back from a supply run, you had an incident with the firelights and had gotten injured.
you sighed as you held your side, red staining both your shirt and your hand
you mumbled curses to yourself as you pushed open the metal door as you slowly walked into jinx's hideout
jinx was humming to herself as she was reading a magazine and blasted her music.
The second that her eyes drifted over to you, her head shot up and she dropped her magazine. "Y/n!" She said as she stood up and rushed to your side. "Wha-what happened?!" She asked frantically as she laid her hands on your injured side.
"I'm okay jinx, really." You tried to reassure her but you could see the worry in her eyes as she laid her other hand on the side of you face. "I just need to get this cleaned up, okay?" You told her as she nodded quickly.
You winced as you pressed a cotton ball with alcohol on it to your side. You sat on the couch in jinx's hideout as you cleaned up your wound. Jinx sat on the floor next to you, with her forehead pressed to her knees and her arms wrapped around her legs. She felt guilty for letting you get hurt and put the blame on herself.
"jinx, honey" you moved over on the couch to sit on the sofa behind jinx. You liad your hand on her back as she kept her head in her knees. "I should've been with you." Jinx breathed out as she held her head up by her hand. "I already told you I'm fine." You said as you kneeled down next to jinx on the floor. "None of this was your fault." You reassured her as you held her cheek in your hand and wiped her cheek with your thumb. She sniffles as she smiles at you as you pressed your forehead against hers.
"Next time I'm going with you." She states as you chuckle.
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Silco
you winced as silco helped stich up your wounded shoulder. You sat on his lap while both of you were in his office.
"You have to be more careful next time, darling." He advised as he pressed harshly against your shoulder.
You chuckled as he looked sternly up at you, clearly not joking. "So I was bit clumsy, but I'm fine." You tried to reassure him with a stupid smile. Your mood quickly changed as he pulled tightly on the cord he was stiching on your wound and cuts the end of it. "Clumsy?" He says as he sets down the needle and thread. "What happens next time when you're clumsy? Hm?" He asks as he holds your face between his fingers gently.
He sighed as he let go of your face and pressed his head to the back of his chair as he stared at the ceiling. "Next time you're out you'll run and trip on your own knife." He closed his eyes with his head up. You chuckled as you moved your legs so that they were on either side of his legs. "Luckily enough for you, I'm not that much of an idiot." You joked as you finally saw a hint of a smile on his face as he opened his eyes to look at you.
He moved his hands from his lap and onto your thighs as he sighed. "I'll be more careful next time, I promise." You reassured him as he kept his gaze on you. "Good." He breathed out as he reached his hand behind your neck and pulled his head up to press his lips against yours.
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Viktor
one day, you were running late for work at the academy and as you were running up a flight of stairs you had tripped and fell down a couple steps. Luckily nothing was broken but your legs were scratched up and even started bleeding a bit.
without even thinking, you had slowly walked into viktor's lab and tried to start your work.
Once viktor had saw you, he was immediately worried. "Y/n! What happened to your legs?!" He asked anxiously as he saw blood coming through your pants and he tried to quickly walk over to you. "Oh, I'm okay I just tripped." You tried to laugh it off but viktor was obviously still worried for you.
"Your legs need to be cleaned up before we do anything." He stated.
Even though you tried to protest, viktor told you to sit on the couch and roll up your pant legs and he saw multiple cuts on your legs. "All this because you didn't want to be late?" He chuckled as he prepared some medical supplies. "I guess I could've been a bit more careful." You said as he looked up at you with a smile.
You winced as he pressed alcohol to one of your cuts. "Sorry." He whispered as his eyebrows furrowed together.
He finished cleaning up your cuts by putting some bandages on your legs. "Thank you very much viktor." You smiled as you pecked him on the cheek, slowly watching his face turn red as he nervously chuckled. "Maybe next time you could walk with me, you definitely won't trip then." He said jokingly as you laughed in response.
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Ekko
you were riding around on your hoverboard when patrolling for the firefights when you had a malfunction in your hoverboard and fell a couple stories onto concrete and ended up breaking your arm.
Ekko saw you and immediately flew down to be by your side. "Holy shit y/n, are you okay?" He asked, his mask making his voice sound deeper and more robotic. "Shit, it hurts. I-I think it's broken." You told him, feeling tears well up in your eyes from the pain. "You can't fly anymore, we're going to have to walk back to camp, it's not so far." He said as he helped you stand up. You kept your arm close to your body as Ekko had his arms around your body as he walked you bac to the hideout.
As you made your way back to the hideout, ekko had immediately called for a medic who told you that your arm was broken and they had to apply a cast.
You were sitting on a couch with ekko standing up and looking down at the firelights, both of you had taken your masks off to see each other. "The medic said I wouldn't be able to take this off for another 8 weeks or so." You explained as ekko hummed as he turned away. "I'm sorry I'll be out of the fight for so long." You said as he turned back around to face you. "You shouldn't be apologizing, you didn't mean to fall like that." He said. "I should've had that board checked anyway." Ekko said as his eyebrows furrowed closely together, almost feeling angry to himself.
"On the bright side-" You started, trying to change the subject. "- You get to sign my cast." You stood up and walked over to him, holding a marker that you had picked up from the table across from the couch. He scoffed as he looked down at your cast and back up at you. "You're not taking this seriously are you?" He rhetorically asked as you gave him a sly grin. "Well, what else am I supposed to do? Cry about it all the time?" You joke as he shakes his head with a smile.
He reluctantly grabs the marker from your fingers and takes off the cap. He holds onto your cast as he shakily writes his name onto your cast. "Could've been a bit neater." You joked as his scoffed at you. He laid his hand on your waist and pulled you close to him. "You're really looking for trouble today, aren't you?" He spoke with a sly grin. You chuckled as you looked into his eyes. "Well, you've gotta make light of the situation, right?" You smile as he leaned forward to press his lips against your own, smiling into the kiss.
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bitesizedgremlin · 4 months ago
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How Your Arcane S/O would (Lovingly) Annoy you
Oh, how the turns have tabled with this one >:)
Viktor
- Whenever he wants you’re attention at home and you’re busy, he’ll go into the kitchen under the guise of “going to make dinner” and purposely bang the dishes around as loud as physically possible without breaking them
- Does it as long as it takes to get you away from whatever you’re working on
- Blows raspberries into your neck
- You’ll be laying on the couch together, your head on his lap
- He’s running his fingers through your hair, caressing the side of your face, all that soft shit
- And then out of fuckin’ NO WHERE, he leans down and blows the fattest raspberry into the crook of your neck.
- He laughs at you when you shriek and squirm and swear you’ll get him back cause he’s 99% sure you will not.
- Jokes on him, cause you definitely will at some point-
- Purposely leaves things on high shelves just so you’ll have to ask him to get them for you
Viktor, smirking like the absolute menace he is: Oh? Can you not reach, darling?
You, looking at him incredulously: You’re kidding, right? 😀
Jayce
- He tickles you
- All.
- The fucking.
- Time.
- Randomizes the time between tickle attacks to give you a false sense of security
- Strikes when you least expect it
- Steals all the blankets so that you’ll have to snuggle up as close to him as possible to get underneath them.
Silco
- Doesn’t do a whole lot to annoy you on purpose, tbh.
- H o w e v e r
- He does move his things to your desk frequently
- Always leaves something behind when he comes into your office
- It’s like everything on his desk is slowly migrating to yours.
Vi
- Pokes your face to get your attention
- Pinches your cheeks while she tells you how adorable you are in the most overly dramatic babying voice she’s capable of producing
- Also honks your nose whenever she’s bored
- You could be hyper focused on whatever you’re doing and all of a sudden your nose is being squooshed with a high pitched “hONK” from your girlfriend
- it never fails to make you laugh, though
Jinx
- I wholeheartedly believe she was a theatre kid.
- Belts show tunes at the top of her lungs 24/7
- Does it at the most inconvenient times, too.
- You’re working on something important with a tight deadline? Time for a live concert featuring your wonderful girlfriend, Jinx!
- Doodles on the pages in every single notebook you own.
- Makes sure to avoid doodling on whatever you’ve written, though
Mel
- She’s kinda petty, ngl
- Whenever you leave your laundry on the floor, she’ll do the same and “forget” about it until you find it and put it in the hamper
- Makeup e v e r y w h e r e
- Seriously. You found an eyeshadow palette under the kitchen sink once.
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fanandfiction · 16 days ago
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How Arcane Characters Use their Hands
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Prompt: How Arcane Characters use their Hands.
A/n: If you couldn’t tell, Sevika has me in a bit of a chokehold rn 0.0 (i wouldn’t have it any other way lol).  I want her to do so many bad, bad things to me. I’m not going to write part two to “Night at the Bar” just yet (Read part 1: Here). I don’t feel real rn, and I can’t tell if my tone is consistent or even existent when I write right now, so please enjoy this for the time being :) 
Characters: Sevika, Jinx, Vi 
Word count: 705
Tags/Warnings: SMUT +18 MDNI/NSFW, Smoking, Choking, Pain Kink, Rope Bondage, Forced Orgasm, Spit and Drool, Face Slapping
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Jinx uses her hands to tie you up. She ties you so you can’t move your arms or legs to resist her ministrations. Jinx had a way of securing you to nearly any piece of furniture available. And she had multiple rigs around your shared apartment so she could hang you from the ceiling like a punching bag if she wanted. She would tickle your sides, spank your ass, or hold a vibrator to your clit for hours. Jinx loved to torture you until you were begging her to stop. Pleading with her saying silly things like: “It’s too much,” or “I can’t anymore, it hurts.” She would sadistically laugh and call you names all while she forced you to orgasm over and over again. 
Being the naive little thing you are, you’d fall for the tricks she would play every time. You would think that she’s given you a break- she’s taken the vibrator away, she’s let you breathe a little, but Jinx was only warming you up. If you were on one of her rigs, she’d lift your legs and press the massive tip of her strap to your entrance. She’d laugh as you’d thrash and beg her not to impale you on that monster of a dick, but she would just bottom out in you.
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VI always made you so messy with her hands. Your legs would drape over her shoulders, and she would have wrapped one hand tightly around your neck and used that to brace herself as she fucked you onto her strap. Vi would use her free fingers on your mouth. She would stare you down and shove them to the back of your throat, watching as drool spills from the corners of your mouth and down your chest. If VI didn’t feel like playing with your throat, she simply would let you suck on her fingers like they were candy as she fucks you. If Vi felt playful, she would push to see how far back her fingers could go before you gagged. She loved making you deepthroat her fingers while she fucked you.
Every once in a while, she would remove her slobbery fingers from your mouth and slap you across the face, making you even messier. She would sometimes remove the strap briefly to replace it with her fingers, pumping in and out of you rapidly, with the sole purpose of covering you in all your juices. When she shoves the strap back into, she also shoves her finger back into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself as she continues to fuck you.
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Sevika uses one hand to pin your tiny wrists behind your back as she fucks you onto her strap. She’s using them as an anchor, if anything, so she doesn’t have to use both hands to hold your hips. Her other hand is, of course, preoccupied with lighting a cigarillo. As she fucks you, ashes are falling on you. Sevika’s careful not to let the embers burn you (unless you’re into that sort of thing). Occasionally, while she’s exhaling smoke, she’ll take her fingers and carefully trace lines down your back, the tip of her cigarillo threatening to burn you, causing you to clench tightly around her. She always laughs and teases you for it. She loves to play mind games. Always threatening to hurt you in the worst ways, riling you up, making your heart race and your pussy clench, but never actually going through with it unless you begged her. 
If you liked pain, Sevika wouldn’t hesitate to indulge in your pain. Especially if she just left a frustrating meeting with Silco or she had just got home from a mission gone awry because of something Jinx did. She’d fuck you without a care for your pain or pleasure, only the opportunity to blow off some steam. Sevika wouldn’t bother to ash her cigarillo, letting ashes and hot ember fall onto your ass and the small of your back. As it did, you would squirm and shriek, and your pussy walls would clench tighter around her. She would slap your ass, tell you to be good, and take what she's giving you, adding to the tears that fall down your cheeks.
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zaun-citizen · a month ago
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viktorshands · 4 months ago
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Arcane Characters x Glasses-Wearing Reader
gn!reader
Characters included: Jinx, Viktor, Jayce, Sky, Caitlyn, Silco. (If there is a character you want added, send me an ask!)
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Jinx:
Jinx, curious as a cat, would snatch them off of your face the first chance she got.
“So, you can’t see without these?” She asks, eyes wide with interest.
“No, I can see, just not well.” You reply, your voice laden with sarcasm.
“Oooooh.” Jinx said, placing the frames on her face. 
Funny enough, she looks great with them on, because - of course she does.
“It’s all blurry, I’m going cross-eyed here!” She feigned dizziness, making large movements with her arms and wobbling.
Taking the glasses back from her and setting them properly back on yourself, you reply, “That’s because you have perfect vision, unlike me.” You booped her nose, making her scrunch up her face in cute disgust.
“I have a great idea!” She jumped in place and grabbed your glasses once more. 
You had no chance to react as she swiftly ran away with the glasses in hand, no doubt to give them a Jinx-ified paint job, her azure braids trailing in the wind behind her.
Viktor:
The astute observer would notice immediately.
“I believe I would be correct in saying this is why you always had headaches before, hm? Because you need to wear these.” He added.
“You are, as always.” You smirked at him, feeling the blush on your cheeks mirroring his.
“May I?” He asked, holding one hand out to you.
Silently you took the glasses off and handed them to him.
“I noticed the right side was tilted slightly,” he paused, tilting his head to the side with his eyes narrowed in concentration, “I’m just going to tighten this screw here.”
After he fixed the screw with a little screwdriver, he handed them back to you and you put them back on.
“Better?” He quirked his brow, anticipating your response.
“I guess so.” You grinned, trying not to laugh.
He had a confused look on his face and asked, “What’s so funny?”
“It’s just, I can’t tell the difference, but it was very sweet of you to fix them for me.” You teased lightly.
“Don’t patronize me, Y/N, I was just trying to be helpful.” He said, pretending to be offended.
You couldn’t help but laugh, making Viktor chuckle as well.
Jayce:
Jayce, being the goofball that he is, would beg to try them on as soon as he saw you with your new glasses.
Upon trying them on he said, “How do you even see out of these things?”
All you could do was watch in horror as his thick head bowed out the frames.
He gingerly held them out to you, rubbing his temples as you placed them back on your face - only to have them slide right off. 
“Ugh, JAYCE.” You exaggerated his name and flung your arms out. 
Recognizing your dismay, he sheepishly held his hand out to you, his eyes like a guilty puppy dog. 
He led you to his lab so he could find a teeny screwdriver to tighten the frames back to normal again.
“There,” he says with a wink, placing them as gently as he could back on your face, “just as perfect as ever.”
Sky
Sky would be practically jumping for joy upon seeing your frames resting upon your face.
“Oh, Y/N, your glasses look so nice!” She said fondly.
Her cheeks lit up with a warm, rosey blush as the two of you walked up the steps of the Academy building together.
A clap of thunder jolted the two of you, just as raindrops started to fall from the grey clouds above.
You ran up the steps together and caught your breath in the doorway, both of you giggling.
Sky looked at you with her brows drawn together, “Do you mind?” She pointed at your glasses.
“Oh, um, okay, no I don’t mind.” You took your frames off and handed them to her. 
Sky used the hem of her cotton shirt to clean the raindrops that had fallen on your glasses.
“There we go, good as new.” She beamed.
You smiled back at her, thankful for her sweetness.
Caitlyn
“Come in.” Caitlyn called from behind the closed doors of her bedroom.
You opened the door gently and waltzed in, beaming with delight.
As usual, Caitlyn was sidetracked, head buried in a new case she was working on. But, as soon as she looked over to you she sighed softly.
Standing from her chair she held her hand out to you, taking yours she spun you in a circle, “Look at you, love.”
She cupped your face with her soft hand, her dainty fingertips gently caressing your cheek.
“They truly look wonderful on you. Tell me, what drew you to this color?” She touched the frame carefully, so not as to smudge the glass.
“I wanted something to remind myself of you, that’s why I went with the dark blue, it’s the shade of your hair.” You answered her bashfully, blushing as she kissed your forehead in response.
Silco
“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” Silco’s velvety voice sent a shiver up your spine.
“What?” You stopped polishing the glass in your hand, a confused look on your face. Just like him to be cryptic in his questioning.
“Your glasses.” He said plainly, leaning slightly over the bar to get a better look. “They look nice on you.”
At this point you weren’t sure if it was a compliment or not, and you shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other.
He drummed his fingers on the bar top, “But, they make you look too smart.”
“Is that a dig?” Now you were irritated, closing down the bar was no longer your priority as slapping the man in front of you started to look more appealing.
“No, you silly thing. Just an observation.”
His hand reached up, almost hesitant, to graze the side of your cheek below where your glasses sat. He adjusted the frames ever so slightly up the bridge of your nose, as they had slid down a bit while you were hunched over polishing glassware.
He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead, he drew himself back and turned on his heel, footsteps trailing away as you stood frozen from the intimate contact.
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juvenile-j1nx · 8 months ago
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Y/n: "Ya, I really like Jinx. She's so pretty."
Cait: "She's fucking pychotic?!"
Y/n: "So Pretty."
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eternal-armin · 3 months ago
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[y/n]: i want teddy grahams
vi: we're literally fuckin fighting someone right now
[y/n]: i want teddy grahams
jinx: hell yeah let's get teddy grahams
vi: we like actually can't right now
jinx: did i fucking stutter?
jinx: we're getting teddy grahams
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espritmuse · 4 months ago
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could you do arcane women and their favourite kinds of kisses? where they like to be kissed and where they like to kiss you the most.. i hope that’s clear 🥺💕 i love your account
Sure darling, thank you for your sweet request.
💌𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒—
⌕ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Vi, Sevika, Jinx and Caitlyn
⌕ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: <3
—𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄—
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Vi
She adores when you kiss her hands. They are rough, bloody, full of asymmetrical cuts and scars and, in her eyes, unpleasant and unappealing to look at. She never really understood why you were always holding and kissing her hands, but she loves it, it calms her a lot.
Vi loves to kiss your forehead and your cheeks. To her, you're the most adorable creature that ever stepped on earth — and she’s ready to show you her point of view, planting kisses all over your face at any time of day. Honestly, she just can’t help it, look at you. She’s definitely the type of person that just kiss you mid-sentence, just because you looked too lovely.
JINX
Jinx likes when you kisses the top of her head while she’s sitting and working on something. When you just come silently behind her and approach her, your hands gently caressing her shoulders and collarbone while you slowly bend over to plant a sweet kiss on hope of her head. Most of the time — if not all the time— she looks up to meet her gaze, allowing you to plant another kiss on her forehead.
The blue-haired adores kissing your neck when hugging you tightly. She finds comfort in you, warm and security when you hold her close, skin to skin. She’ll mutter some sweet I love yous and gently kiss your neck, slowly going down to meet your collarbones.
CAITLYN
She loves to hug you from behind, sweetly wrapping her soft arms around your torso before kissing your cheeks and your shoulders. Caitlyn often rubs her nose gently on your skin when she kisses your cheeks too. You know how stressed she is and let her rest like this for some minutes, sometimes turning your body to face her and hug her back, when you feel like she really needs it.
Caitlyn adores when you kiss her lips. It honestly might not be the most original kind of kiss but it’s her all-time favourite. In her eyes, there is nothing better than a deep passionate kiss, no matter the place or time. In the shower, in bed, sitting in a garden, watching a sunset… She likes this feeling, like you somehow both connect to each other.
SEVIKA
Surprisingly, she adores when you kiss her nose. Sevika is seen as tough, merciless, cold-blooded, heartless—and she is. But when it comes to you, it’s all different. Nothing on this earth makes her happier than when she sees you walking toward her, slowly and gently placing your soft fingers on her rough skin and planting a sweet kiss on her nose. She might not show it, but it makes her day.
Sevika loves to kiss your hands. First of all, let’s make things clear, her hand, never leave yours, ever. The undercity is a dangerous place and she doesn’t want anything happening to her precious girl — or at least that is the excuse she gives you, she knows no one’s crazy enough to touch what’s hers, it’s just a foolish pretext to have you close. Most of the time, she slowly brings your hand to her lips to kiss it. When she’s gambling, she also loves to have you on her lap and to kiss your shoulder — bare shoulders, because she’s the one who chooses your dresses when you go out, and constantly picks the most revealing ones.
She also likes to kiss your ankles when your legs are up when she fucks you but that’s another topic I guess.
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meliapis · 8 months ago
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there are windows to the soul(mate)
summary: It's just another in and out job, but with hints of her soulmate being nearby, Jinx hopes there will be more to come from it.
trigger warnings: arcane episode 3 spoilers kinda, nightmares, illegal activity
Powder/Jinx x nb/gn!reader
lumen - the physical embodiment of your soulmate.
lumens take on the form of a small ball of light and vary in color from person to person. when you meet your soulmate your lumen will emit a bright light and upon brushing with your soulmate’s lumen they both will give off a flash of light.
She could smell the smoke again, reaching down into her throat to obstruct the airflow as she fought to speak. The tears were running down her cheeks, their warmth leaving behind ice cold trails as the night air blew over her.
“I was only trying to help. I was only trying to help. I was only trying to help—”
Stop it, she thinks, shaking her head somewhere else. She grabs at something, searching for anything else. I don’t want to see this anymore!
“I told you to stay away!”
Stop it—
“You’re a jinx, Powder. You’ll always be a jinx!”
“Don’t leave me! Come back! Vi, please! Violet! Don’t leave me!”
Stop it, stop it, sTOp IT!
Her body throws itself up into a sitting position, spine aching as she screams into her hands, shoulders digging into her neck as she curls inwards. She can feel herself collapsing again, the memories flashing by and the sting of a hand cracking across her face.
“I only wanted to help!” she screams, nails scratching across her cheeks as she clamps her hands down on her ears. The whispers are needling their way into her thoughts, blaming and blaming still. They laugh and mock her as she shakes her head sobbing into the darkness. “Make it stop. Be quiet, I can’t think! Leave me alone!”
Something brushes against the back of her neck and she goes flying, gun cocking as she swings around. She’s taking in large gulps of air when she spots the little light at the end of her barrel, suspended in the pitch black of her room. You give off a hazy gleam, the generally cool-toned white dimmer as you drift up over the metal nozzle, following up her long, lithe arm to brush against her face. Jinx only notices the tears, then, the moisture spreading with her lumen’s gentle prodding.
“I’m sorry,” she wheezes out, voice sharp as she takes in another ragged breath. “I’m sorry, I’d never hurt you—I’m sorry.”
She drops the gun on the mattress, issuing both hands to cup you and keep you close. She melts with your soft kisses and responds with one of her own.
“Don’t leave me,” she sobs, trembling as her head falls forwards between her arms. Her braids shift over her shoulders, weighing her down as she trembles. “I don’t want to be alone.”
You blink, almost demanding that she look up as she keeps you caged in her hands. When she releases you, you go right back to rolling over her face and she knows.
You will never leave her.
She’s up top to guard another shipment of shimmer, the same group of goons and thugs she has known since Silico took her in around her. They sneer with every glimpse of her, every reminder that she exists in the same space. They arrive at dusk and by the time everything is completed, night has fallen and they are retreating to the underground.
At the back of the group with her belt clinking with every step, tools and weapons left unutilized from a smooth trade, she stops short of the alleyway they take. No one notices, shoving each other around and grumbling a round of drinks is in order for a job well done.
Jinx blows a weak raspberry at the lot before her lumen floats into her periphery. She smiles at your quiet humming, reminiscent of a cat’s purr as your white light glows steadily.
“Am I crazy or do you get prettier every second?” she whispers, tapping her beloved with a chipped pink-polished nail. You wiggle at her touch, drifting back towards the street. Her round eyes go wider at the distance you make. “Come back here, where do you think you’re going?”
She giggles as she follows after you, hair whipping behind her as she gives chase. When she swipes for you, you dodge and it isn’t until she is almost a block down that she realizes your light is steadily getting brighter and brighter.
“You’re here,” she whispers, chest tight as she quickens her pace, darting across the street and pulling you into an alley when a pair of enforcers turn the corner. She hides you in her shirt for a moment or two, blocking your brilliance until the threat is gone. When she’s sure the two of you are safe, she releases you and follows closely.
“Where are you taking me?” she chirps, eyes roving over the darkened shop district as she ducks behind a brick wall. Her nose wrinkles at the smell of the dumpster behind her.
Out on the sidewalks, there are still some people milling about, but you have seemed to stop moving, your light almost painful to take in as you hover next to her temple.
Checking her surroundings, Jinx spots the shop she hides next to. A florist. The windows are dark, the sign hanging against the glass reading “CLOSED.”
Humming, Jinx grabs you and steps back, observing. She smirks when she spies a steel walkway above her.
Glancing at your bright form, she tucks you into her shirt again, right against her heart, and clambers atop a dumpster before jumping. Her hands hook over the railing, fingers curling tight as she pulls herself up onto the walkway with a grunt. The metal groans with every movement. She doesn’t waste any time, going straight for the first window in sight. She finds it unlocked much to her fortune.
The room she slinks into is as dark as the shop out front. With your light protruding through her shirt, she can tell it’s a bedroom. A twin is shoved into the left corner and bookshelves line the opposite wall. The smell of dirt and fresh plants is strong; she pinpoints a few succulents scattered about.
“Green thumb, huh?” she murmurs, taking a slow spin to soak everything in. Plants are hard to come by back home, flowers even more so.
Before she starts towards the open door, she pauses, hair sweeping past her ankles with the sway of her sudden stop. Everything hits at once, the situation she finds herself in.
“Is it breaking and entering if you’re finding your soulmate?” she asks, familiar whispers tickling her thoughts as she pulls you free of your fabric confinement. You take the lead, right back to where you left off. The intensity of your light answers her prior question as you float through the doorway:
Anything is worth doing if you’re the end goal.
Jinx peeks her head out, the small hall empty save for a few pictures hanging on the wall. It’s too dark to study the photos, faces all blurring into one dark mass. At left end of the corridor, the apartment is dark, at the other, a warm lamp reveals the corner of a cozy-looking den. A colorful rug stretches across the ground, trapped under a three-legged glass table. There are more pots and plants—flora and fauna stockpiled on shelves and hanging from the ceiling.
Jinx ducks back into the room, painfully aware as she glimpses two bare feet on the section of the couch she sees from her position. Glancing up, she gasps and steps out to make a grab for her lumen, but you are out of reach and hankering to drag her into the living room.
Biting her lip, she shimmies in place, calling after you quietly. Fear seizes her by the throat as you hesitate for a moment as if hearing her plea. Still, you pass the threshold and disappear around the corner
Jinx lays frozen, prepared to see those feet swing down off the couch and question why there is a rogue lumen wandering around their home. But there is nothing. No reaction once so ever.
Are they asleep? She keeps her footsteps light as she tiptoes down the hall, practically a second coat of paint on the wall as she slides. At the end, she takes a quick glance and finds the person on the couch is in some state of rest. They’re wearing headphones, soft music barely reaching her ears. She can’t make out their face—they’re turned away from her—but the way her lumen hovers in the air above next to another lumen that is the exact same shade as her hair, it's as plain as day who it is.
Taking a deep breath, she crosses her arms and steps into the den, her focus on the lumens as they dance around one another. Cocking her head to the side, she blows her hair out of her face and nods to the orbs as if it’ll give them the push they need. Somehow, it does.
She can feel the world fall away when they bump and an explosion goes off. They say it’s just a quick flash but she can see everything in it, feel everything in it. This is the day everything changes for the better. Or so they say.
On the couch, you jump as something lights up behind your closed eyelids and bolt upright. Your headphones go tumbling off your head and onto the floor, comfort music cutting into reality as you see a complete stranger standing mere feet from you. The way she’s dressed, you doubt she lives around her, and the fact she’s trespassed has warning bells going off in your head.
You and the girl meet eyes for a few seconds and she smiles, almost unsure before you stutter out, “A-are you robbing me?”
She balks at the question like it isn’t the first thing to ask when someone you don’t know (and didn’t let in) is standing in your apartment.
“What?” she trills, head tilting.
“Listen I don’t have much,” you start, beginning to shake as you catch sight of her belt. It’s heavy with all sorts of torture equipment—is that a grenade? Oh god, did someone send a mercenary after you from the undercity? When the hell did you become important enough to kill?
“No, wait, I’m not a robber!” She raises both hands and you flinch. The hurt expression that crosses her face nearly has you feeling guilty, but you are still scared shitless with the weapons on her person. “See, thing is my lumen lit up while I was walking by and, I just…”
She fumbles with her words, hands swishing through the air. You watch her ankle-length braids jump with her movements and find even in your state of terror that you appreciate her aesthetic and round eyes. She’s cute for a burglar.
Don’t swoon over the person who might kill you in three seconds!
“Wait,” you backtrack, zeroing in on her words, “your lumen lit up so you broke into my apartment?”
“Let me start over!” she cackles, grin too big as she shakes her head and lays a hand on her chest. “I’m your soulmate.”
You look up at the lumens, breath hitching when you recognize your little hydrangea is sticking close to a similar-sized, white light. In your dazed mental state—you hadn’t been napping per se, just mindlessly listening to some music—you had completely missed their miniature forms and the fact the girl’s hair color is a spitting image of your lumen.
“So you…broke in to find me?” you ask carefully, still finding the situation odd.
She giggles weakly, rubbing a hand up and down her arm as she sways back and forth. The way she hunches forward, you feel like she’s trying to hide from the world. “I’m sorry, it’s just…complicated?”
“Seems so,” you agree, reaching down to grab your headphones. Setting them on the table in front of you, you glance up and meet her gaze again, finding yourself nervous for a whole new reason as you run a hand over your hair. She has gorgeous eyes and the way they look at you, you suddenly feel important enough to kill. Thank the gods you’re just some florist with next to no friends.
You go about introducing yourself and that is all it takes to have her beaming with such vivid excitement. Intertwining her hands behind her back, she leans forward, her lithe shape showing off her balance as she bends in half. You get a good view of her tattoos, all blue just like her.
“I’m Pow—“ she stops herself, brow furrowing as the happiness drains from her smile, “well, I’m…”
You could see there was a real struggle going on in her head despite such a simple question. She raises a hand to her temple, muttering something under her breath as she straightens up and turns away.
“Not now,” she whispers.
“Are you okay?” you ask, standing. She nods furiously, whipping back towards you so fast her hair goes flying. You watch it trail around her frame, swirling in a perfect arc.
“Yeah, mm-hmm! Totally 100 percent,” she hurries out, extending a strained smile that makes the muscles in your face ache. “It’s, well—"
“Complicated?” you tease. The concern on her face softens when she catches you grinning, playful and gentle in your demeanor. “It’s okay. I know my apartment isn’t much, but it’s always a safe space. You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to.”
“I want to,” she says, voice tight, one of her pale hands kneading at the knuckles of the other, “there’s just so much. I don’t…” She looks away, eyes coasting over the floor as her shoulders drop along with her volume. “I don’t wanna jinx anything.”
Humming, you lift your hand to brush the back of it against your—now her—lumen. She is everything in person that you had seen in the years since this piece of her had come home to you. Your little hydrangea never stops or stills, she has to be everywhere at once until her energy is drained dry. She keeps you on your toes and with your rather relaxed environment, it comes off as refreshing. The days are always exciting with her by your side.
“I have a nickname for you, you know,” you say softly, grabbing her attention again as you cup your hand around her lumen and carry it close to your heart. Yours returns to her, rubbing under her jaw and pulling a small huff of laughter free.
“Really?” she asks, perking up with the new subject. “What?”
“You can probably tell I really like plants.” You motion around the room where green is always within eyesight. “I own the flower shop downstairs.”
“I figured.” She whirls around, arms dancing. “The air is insanely fresh in here!”
You laugh, enjoying how expressive she is with her body language. “I’m glad you like them.”
“Did you nickname me after a plant?”
“Right on the nose,” you praise, and she brandishes a toothy smile in response, all too happy to be correct. “I call you my hydrangea, sometimes, because you’re so blue.”
She grabs one of her braids, spinning it at her side as she smiles into her shoulder. “That’s nice. I’ve never seen hydrangeas before, I don’t think.”
“They’re very pretty and have a lot of symbolism,” you tell her as she hums, blinking at you.
“Like what?”
“Well, one of their meanings is good luck, you know? So I guess you could say,” you hold her lumen up higher in your palm as you smile, “you’re my little good luck charm.”
You aren’t able to tell if you said the right or wrong thing when her eyes well with tears. Her lips quiver as she glances around the room, arms wrapping around herself as she sniffs.
“I’m sorry, was that wrong of me to say?” you ask quickly. She’s quick to shake her head, dropping back one step as she takes a breath.
“No, no. That’s…” She sighs and shrugs, eyes rolling as they begin to flush red from irritation. “That’s the nicest thing anyone has said to me in a long time,” she whispers, a few tears breaking free and rolling down her cheeks. “Thank you.”
“Would you like something to drink?” you ask. “I have water, tea, juice…”
She sniffs, wiping her eyes dry with her fingers. You notice how long her nails are with the movement, colored in blue and pink interchangeably.
“You got apple juice?” she asks carefully.
“I have a whole gallon.” Her face has you biting back a laugh. She stares at you like she just won something big. “C’mon, I’ll fix you as many glasses as you want.”
In the kitchen, she asks about the plants hanging by the window. You bask in her interest in your life hobby, telling every name of every one and even a few of the new flowers that will be coming to your shop in a week or so. She listens to you through it all, throwing in the type of commentary only she can give. It always leaves you smiling and the subjects go anywhere and everywhere.
“So did you pick my door lock or something to get in?”
“Oh, no! I came in through your bedroom window!”
“That was unlocked?!”
Hours go by before the two of you know it. The sun is soon to rise when you glance at the clock, much too comfortable on the couch with her to even think of going to bed or asking her to leave. Her presence fills a void that has been there for some time and with the way she’s warming up to you, you think she feels the same way.
“Do you want to stay?” you ask shyly. “I practically sleep on the couch every night; you’re more than welcome to my bed.”
She’s exuberant at your offer, eyes glinting and still so animated despite the lack of sleep as she leans closer on one arm. You prepared for her to accept, ready to grab her some spare clothes and plan a nice (late) breakfast. It’s your day off and you can spend all of it getting to know her better, finding out what she likes to eat, what her favorite flowers are. She has already mentioned she grew up in the underground and that plants and flowers like yours are few and far between. You’ll show her everything this side of the surface has to offer.
But then her smile falls and you know the answer before she gives it.
“I want to,” she says, regret clear on her face.
“It’s okay,” you promise, slowly reaching for the hand supporting her. When she doesn’t flinch or move away you let your palm settle over her cold knuckles. She turns her hand over so fast you barely have time to react before her fingers are weaving between yours. Her face is flushed when you look at her again, brow furrowed with sorrow. “We have all the time in the world to get to know each other. You can stay another night.”
She nods, the disappointment seeping into her body language as she sinks lower and lower into the couch. Her grip on your hand tightens, your warmth slowly seeping into her skin and chasing away the chill that clings to them.
“I have to get back,” she murmurs, but makes no move to leave, “they’re probably wondering where I am and the sun’ll be up soon, so…”
“I’ll be here,” you promise her, eyes widening as you turn away. “Wait, let me get something real quick before you leave!”
“O-okay!” she chirps, staying put. She pouts as your hand slips out of hers, continuing to reach after you for a few, lingering moments as you hurry into the kitchen. Her lumen trails after you, the sound of a door opening and closing echoing.
As she waits, your lumen trails back and forth over her shoulders, your softness easing the tension there as she exhales and reclines back into the couch. A minute ticks by when she discerns a notepad on the table. A smile blossoms on her lips.
As soon as you open your front door and shuffle through the kitchen, you spot your soulmate upright and beaming, hands clasping her knees as she watches you enter the room. Your gift rustles in your hands, newspapering crinkling. You chuckle when she tries to lift her chin higher to see over the wrapping.
“Here,” you offer it to her once you’re close enough to do so, “hydrangeas for my hydrangea.”
She gasps at the bouquet of bright petals, hands falling over her mouth.
“Oh, wow, they’re beautiful!” She laughs as she accepts them from you, taking a deep breath of their subtle sweetness before brushing the pads of her fingers over them. You wonder if you should mention that their smooth texture is so close to that of her lumen. “Are you sure I can have these?”
“Of course,” you assure her. “Just be sure to put them face down in some water overnight. They’ll last longer that way.”
“Thank you,” she mumbles behind the bouquet, hugging them close and her eyes glitter with immense awe. “I’ll come back soon, I promise!”
“I look forward to it.” You glance around for a moment, patting your hands over your thighs. “So, uh, do you want to take the front door this time or…?”
“Back through the window is probably the best.”
There is still so much you want to ask her, but you steel yourself and follow her down the hall to your dark room. You stand by the window with her as she places one leg over the ledge, shoulder leaning against the window as she holds her bouquet securely at her hip.
“Be safe down there, okay?” you say, hugging yourself as a cold draft sneaks in. “I don’t know much about the underground and I don’t want to assume anything, I just…”
Her hand lands just above your elbow as she leans the slightest bit closer.
“It’s okay. I’ll be careful.”
Taking a deep breath, you lift your hand and glide your knuckles over the side of her face. The yellow light of approaching dawn just barely creeps into your room, but the glow of your lumens circling you both make it to where you can see the little freckles peeking through the skin of her nose.
When you cup her face, she leans into it and it’s all you can do not to beg her to stay just a bit longer.
“I’m glad you broke in,” you whisper, nudging her forehead with your own. She giggles and nudges you back. “See you soon.”
Stepping back and separating from her, you watch her maneuver out onto the fire escape without any difficulty. Once she’s out, she places a hand on the window to curl upside down and peek back in.
“Make sure to lock this,” she says, clinking her nails against the glass with a wink.
You nod, speechless, and she pushes off the pane, blowing you a kiss as she leaps over the railing backward. You gasp and scamper out onto the escape, seeing her land with an agility that straight up astounds you. She waves up at you, keeping her bouquet close to her chest as she takes off down the alley, your lumen clinging to her shoulder. You watch her take a sharp left turn just as the sun rises, her braids whipping out of sight as rays of light reach up the main street to your left.
Sighing as your heart attack fades, you head back inside, shutting and locking your window and cradling her lumen against your neck. You return to your living room to turn off the lights when you spot your notepad on the table. Peeking out of it, a piece of paper lays folded with a heart drawn on it,
Excited, you pull it free and hurry to unfold it, reading over her eccentric handwriting as your heart beats a happy rhythm against your ribs.
I’ll be back soon, I promise.
And to FINALLY answer your question,
my name is Powder.
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infamous-light · 8 months ago
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You're So Adorable
Yandere Jinx Headcanons
Jinx x Gender Neutral Reader
Word Count: 506
Warnings: Stockholm syndrome, delusional/possessive/obsessive behavior, kidnapping
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The moment Jinx felt someone collide into her in the busier parts of the Undercity, she snapped her head up to glare at whoever had the nerve to do such a thing but stopped short once she met your gaze. Seeing the soft, apologetic smile you sent her way caused Jinx’s heart to flutter in response, making the breath halt in her throat. Her body shivered in delight at the way your hands felt on her bare upper arms, firmly supporting her frame in place.
She couldn’t help but stare into your eyes which held a mixture of care and worry.
She knew right then and there that she had to have you. She was stricken by you. Very few have shown her such gentle kindness in her life.
Battling the warring voices in her head, she finally convinced herself that you must harbor some romantic feelings for her. Right? Why else would a stranger respond the way you just did?
Because of that, Jinx will do whatever it takes to claim and snatch you up, keeping you by her side forever. No one else can have you. You are hers alone. She also won’t hesitate to use force if necessary. You belong to her… and anyone who stands in the way of her getting to you will face the barrel end of her gun.
Jinx is the quintessence of a yandere who uses violence and intimidation to get what she wants after all.
Her volatile behavior is oftentimes erratic and unpredictable, one moment she is calm and joyful and the next, wild and chaotic. There was so much uncertainty about her and you didn’t want to risk making an escape attempt. Knowing that she will track you down to the ends of the earth, possibly harming others and leaving a destructive path in her wake. You didn’t want any innocents to get involved so you decided to stay by her side.
You end up finding yourself being mindful of what you say and how you act around her. You have upset her several times since she stumbled across you and you’d rather not repeat your past mistakes.
You also used to struggle and resist Jinx’s affections for you at first, but now you allow her to shower you in it. You were starting to get used to it and dare you say, liking the attention she gave you.
She enjoyed cuddling up beside you a lot as well. She liked to wrap her arms around your waist in a tight hold, pressing herself against you while she rested her head into the crook of your neck, taking comfort in the warmth you gave off.
Other times, she liked to run her fingers through your hair or pepper small kisses around your face, chuckling at the way your face scrunches up in a cute manner. “You’re so adorable.” She coos.
You were aware that Jinx loves you in her own twisted sort of way and it wasn’t long before you started to return her own feelings.
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sheislethal · a month ago
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the jinx with a very shy but sweet s/o headcanons <333 (I'm the same one who requested it)
may I request jinx's reaction to a very shy but sweet s/o getting bullied? 👀
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JINX x shy but sweet s/o
WARNINGS: gn! reader, mature themes such as cussing, death, etc.
Notes: God, I love jinx. I love her violent side even more.
“Mistake”
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Electrifying music drifted through the building from the jukebox. There were sweating bodies everywhere as everyone was dancing, playing games, and getting wasted.
The smell of smoke that invaded the room comforted me since it reminded me of home.
I lifted the rim of my glass to my lips, sipping the alcohol. I was at the Last Drop by myself. Without Jinx. The experience was nerve-wracking since I usually hated places crowded with people I didn't know.
My goal was to come out of my shell a bit. Very unlike me, but I figured it would do me some good.
Jinx surprisingly agreed to let me come here by myself, which was strange. She always seemed to be attached to my hip at all times, and that's exactly how I liked it.
She was my comfort when I unwillingly entered uncomfortable situations. I would say this was a prime example, but I did come here willingly.
Thieram stood behind the counter and washed a glass as he spoke with me. We joked about how Jinx would always call him "Chuck" for some reason.
While we weren't close, I would consider him a friend. It was nice to at least know one person here.
"Jinx feeling sick, or something?" He asked curiously, putting up the clean glass.
I shook my head in response. "Nope. I just wanted to come here by myself for once."
"Wow." His eyebrows lifted in surprise. "I thought you didn't like people?"
"I don't not like people, I'm just a little shy." I clarified with an amused smile.
My fingers drifted across the fabric of my long-sleeved, form-fitting shirt. It wasn't as extreme as what other people here were wearing, but it did accentuate my figure.
Thieram and I chatted about nothing in particular for a while until I felt a tap on my shoulder.
My head twisted around to see two women standing by my chair. "May I help you?" I asked with a curious smile, still amused by a joke Thieram had just told.
"Yeah, we're gonna need that seat." A tall blonde spoke with narrowed eyes. My eyes widened and I moved to get up before I paused. Jinx's words about standing up for myself and not being a pushover echoed throughout my mind.
I turned back to the women and politely shook my head. "Sorry, but I'm chatting with my friend, here. There are other seats over there, though." I motioned to the other side of the bar.
Their expressions soured. "Did we ask where other seats were? We want this one, so move."
I furrowed my brows at their tone as they continued. "The fuck are you wearing, anyway? You know this is a club, right?" The other girl spoke.
The blonde chuckled. "Yeah. You can't just show up in whatever you made from stuff in the dumpsters out back."
I eyed her up and down, trying to hide my hurt feelings. We were in Zaun. Of course, people weren't going to be wearing Piltover clothing, if that's what they were expecting.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not moving," I stated, trying to keep my smile from wavering.
"Fucking bitch." Spat the brunette. Both Thieram and my eyes widened once she abruptly moved to shove me off the stool, only to fall to the ground.
A loud bang echoed throughout the building and everyone froze, turning their heads to see the girl now dead on the ground. A bullet had gotten lodged right between her eyes, causing blood to run down her forehead and onto the wooden floor.
My eyes were wide and panicked, and my lips parted in shock. The whole room was silent, only with the distant mumble of music.
I heard a loud thump from behind me on the counter, and I sighed, shutting my eyes tight. The blonde woman's eyes darted from the body of her friend to the person behind me, then screamed in horror before running toward the door.
She didn't get far, though. Another shot was fired right before she could reach the door. She collapsed onto the ground after having been shot in the back of the head.
Everyone was still for a hot second before registering who had shot them. Since this was typically a regular occurrence, they simply went back to whatever they were doing and loud talking filled the room once more.
I turned around to face Jinx's figure standing tall on the counter, her gun still smoking at the barrel. She must've been up in the rafters watching me the whole time.
Of course, she wouldn't have let me come here without her. Or at least, without some sort of protection, aka her. I shouldn't have been so naive.
Her eyes were narrowed and furious. She shoved the gun into its holster and hopped down from the counter, not sparing a very shocked Thieram a glance.
Jinx gripped my arm and pulled me from my seat, leading me out of the building, stepping over the body on the way.
I was used to her killing people for me by now. That didn't mean it wasn't still an unpleasant experience, though.
"Jinx," I stopped and pulled my arm gently from her grasp. "You shouldn't have done that. You could have just scared them away, or something." I reasoned.
She turned to me with a remorseful face, then moved to cup my cheeks with her cold hands.
She tilted her head and frowned. "I had to do it, trinket. No one is allowed to speak to you like that."
She inched closer to me. "No one." Her raspy voice sent chills down my spine. I moved my hand up to caress her wrist that held me. "Promise you won't kill someone when something like that happens again?"
She huffed a laugh and wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me against her and touching my nose with hers. "I'm not going to let something like that happen ever again." She told me with determination.
"Now how about we go somewhere quieter? Maybe watch the stars on the roof, again?" She offered and I smiled. "You know me too well."
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insane-arcane · 5 months ago
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Jinx: You love me right?
(Y/N): Of course.
Jinx: What if I did something bad?
Jinx: ... I mean like really bad.
(Y/N): What did you do?
Jinx: Are you SURE you'd still love me though???
(Y/N): JINX WHAT DID YOU DO! ! !
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bitesizedgremlin · 4 months ago
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Rating Arcane Characters based on how Easy it would be to Sleep with Them
No, not like that, you heathens. I mean actually sleeping.
Viktor
- I mentioned this before, but he talks in his sleep
- I also docked points cause he grinds his teeth occasionally.
- However, he makes up for it with cuddles
- If you roll away from him, he seeks you out in his sleep to pull himself closer to you
- Whenever he rouses from his slumber a little too early, he just lays there and presses the softest kisses to your shoulders, the nape of your neck, anywhere he can reach, really.
- His bed his always warm due to the copious amounts of blankets he uses.
- Overall, 8/10
Jayce
- Again, mentioned this before, but he snores
- So loud
- Tosses and turns in his sleep
- You’ve woken up to his hand landing on your face several times
- He doesn’t move around quite so much if you’re pressed against him in some way, though
- Which isn’t hard to do since he loves holding you and you love laying on him since he’s warm as hell
- 6.7/10
Silco
- Wakes up at the ass crack of dawn
- always ends up waking you up no matter how hard he tries not to
- Before you started sleeping together, he used to fall asleep on his back with his hands folded over his stomach
- Lowkey looked like a corpse-
- When you entered his life, he had to switch it up a little
- you normally fall asleep with your head on his chest and his arm wrapped around you.
- His room is freezing
- You need to buy more blankets if you don’t want to freeze in your sleep
- 7/10
Vi
- Holds you all throughout the night and doesn’t let you go
- Seriously
- She will not release you
- And she sleeps like a log so if you have plans and she’s still asleep, best case scenario is you’re gonna be late
- Very comfy though, so you can’t complain too much
- 8.5/10
Jinx
- She either sprawls or curls up right next to you.
- there is no in between
- When she does sprawl, she takes up the entire bed
- unless you tuck yourself right up next to her, you’ll have to sleep on the edge of the mattress
- She likes her bedding to be as cozy as possible so her sheets and blankets are super soft
- Not too many flaws tbh. 9/10
Mel
- Kicks you in her sleep
- She doesn’t mean to and she feels really bad about it when it happens
- Another one who wakes up at the ass crack of dawn
- Likes to spoon you while y’all are sleeping
- Tons upon tons of pillows
- seriously
- It’s like sleeping in a fuckin’ nest
- 8.5/10
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hunterwritings · 7 months ago
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Hi! I was wondering if you could write a Ekko, Jinx and Victor x reader where they react to a reader who has big trust issues but wants to open up? I hope this made sense, thank you have a good day!
thank you, have a good day as well!
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arcane characters with a s/o with trust issues
summary: how the arcane characters react to a s/o with trust issues
pairing(s): ekko x reader | jinx x reader | viktor x reader
warnings: talks of past trauma
notes: sorry Ekko's is so short, I'm still getting used to writing for him!
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Ekko
he would be so supportive and calm with you. he has some trust issues himself ever since he saw Benzo die and all the events happening after that when Vander was killed.
he would never pressure you into opening up and when you say you want to, he keeps reminding you that, 'you don't have to if you don't want to'
he is extremely sweet when it comes to sensitive topics with you and listens to every word you say when you finally begin to open up to him
Jinx
now jinx definitely has trust issues herself, considering vi 'leaving her' and silco lying to her and even the voices in her head making things unclear.
she might ask a couple times about your past, but once you said you don't want to talk about it she doesn't pressure you into it. She might joke a couple times about it, but you know that she's just joking and wouldn't pressure you into saying anything you wouldn't want to.
when you decide to open up to her, she tries her best to listen to you and pay attention to every little detail.
she'd probably pull herself onto your lap and lay her head next to yours as you explained things to her. if you get emotional or upset while talking, she'll try her best to comfort you.
"Don't worry sweets, I'm right here!"
Viktor
SO FREAKING SUPPORTIVE
he understands why you have trust issues and completely understands why you keep your guard up
he would never be caught pressuring you, ever
this man will already listen to you talk all day long and when you agree to open up to him, he is fully on board and ready to listen and analyze every word that comes out of your mouth
he would try and be technical about things and try to help comfort you by explaining why things happened, but overall, he is probably one of the sweetest people to talk to about past trauma.
after you are done speaking about your past and are fully calmed down, he would probably try to sympathize with you by explaining some of his own trauma that occurred in the undercity, probably with Singed.
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zaun-citizen · 5 months ago
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— Jinx
[i can’t stop making these things help]
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miksaslut · 7 months ago
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hi! could you write smt on jinx having a dumbification kink? love your hcs btw
“you can handle it, cant you baby?” — by miksaslut
type of work: smut+fanfic
character: jinx (powder)
CW // smut, dumbification kink, size kink, daddy kink, use of the pet name “princess”, begging kink, use of strap-on, implied blowjob on strap at the end
a/n: HI ANON THANK U FOR REQUESTING THIS also sorry its short ily
“d-daddy yes” jinx laughed as you struggled to hold yourself up against the wall. your legs were crossed and you were trying to find something to grab on the smooth wall but, of course, you failed. you could hardly think. strings of words fell from your mouth, begging jinx to fuck you harder. every thrust felt deeper and harder and you loved it. “p-please- ngh daddy f-fuck” jinx cocked her eyebrow. “what is it baby?” jinx fucked into you deeper yet slower. it was honestly pathetic how you couldn’t even reply properly, it felt so fucking good. “aw poor princess, can’t even use their words, huh?” jinx scoffed, “fucking slut” the more she degraded you the more your eyes rolled back, tongue stuck out and head thrown back. you suddenly gasped and let out a loud moan as jinx’s strap brushes lightly against your cervix and your back arches against her. “i- fuck daddy its s-so big” jinx noticed. she noticed the way your pussy was stretched so perfectly around her. she loved that. she loved how you gasped and shook whenever she thrusted into you. “s-so good” you moaned out while jinx smirked. “look at you, so fucked out already,” you nod at nothing, barely hearing her words, “you can’t even speak, can you baby?” strings of words between moans fall from your mouth,
“fuck d-daddy”
“‘ts so deep”
“p-please daddy”
the only thing on your mind was jinx’s cock, fucking deep into you easing you quickly into your oncoming orgasm. your legs crossed and your jaw went slack, moaning mindlessly, calling out for your daddy. you absently bounced yourself on jinx’s dick, while she fucked into you at the same time. you gripped jinx’s arm and rolled your hips. “please” you whine, “daddy p-please”
“please what?” jinx says, cocking her head.
“ngh- please ‘m gonna- fuck- ‘m gonna cum daddy” jinx fucks harder.
“you can ask better than that, can’t you?” she takes your hands in her, using you to thrust into you harder and the action causes you to take a moment to comprehend what she said. “p-please daddy can you m-make me cum?” of course she delivers. her hips moving fast, her cock thrusting hard and her low moans echoing against yours.
“cum for me baby” as if on cue, your nails dug into your palms and your eyes screw shut as you cum. she fucked you through your orgasm and you shuddered at the overstimulation.
“get on your knees” jinx turns you around and you obediently get on your knees, “you didnt think i was done with you, right princess?”
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fict1onallyobsessed · a month ago
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Second Arcane request 😭 this is a saucy request so it’s okay if you feel uncomfortable writing this
Jinx again lMFAO I love her too much, the scenario is one where jinx and her female s/o were causing absolute mayhem somewhere (maybe Piltover) and they ran into some abandoned building in the Lanes. Now…they’re both still out of breath and adrenaline is still running thru their bodies and they just horny fr idrk I just feel like Jinx would be the type to get excited after causing so much trouble especially with someone who she loves (in game she does have an ability/passive which kinda is like that) but idk idk idk
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Everything went by with a blur; the fancy buildings, golden plaited balconies, well dressed women and certainly the enforcers skipped along side your vision as your legs rushed through Topside. You could hear the faint boom of the explosions behind you, but you were too far away to see them. Pft, even if you could, the men dressed in blue chasing you away with swords resting on their hip prevented you from doing anything apart from going forwards.
“Come on, toots! This way!” Jinx ran a little in front of you, giggling to herself as she found it hard to catch her breath as enforcers ran after the two of you. Her blue hair flew in the wind, clean air entering your lungs for the last time before Jinx lead you down a shortcut to the Lanes. The enforcers couldn’t- wouldn’t find you there. They were too scared, too frail to attempt to even step a foot in the ‘infested’ Undercity.
Basically jumping through a small opening in an abandoned building, you finally let your back press against the wall as you tried to catch your breath. Your smiled at Jinx who was doing the exact same, kneeling down and placing her forearm on one knee for support as she too tried to breath properly again. You could hear the enforcers rushed footsteps fade, their shouts more confused as thy tried to find you.
“Holy shit.” You breathed, lungs burning, finally able to completely relax your muscles. Jinx stood up, nodding as she agreed, yet there was something in her eye, something you couldn’t quite place as she continued to stare at you, breathing heavy. You both took a second to scan over each other, both immediately thinking of the same thing.
There was no warning, she simply started walking towards you with such hunger in her eyes, a wanton expression as she got closer to you. Her arms shot up to grab your shoulders before she smashed her lips against yours, you instantly kissing back with just as much need as she was giving you.
Your arms wasted no time in gripping her waste, harshly pulling her up enough so she could wrap her legs around your waist. She did so easily, smiling into the rough kiss as you spun around and pushed her back against the wall instead.
A groan escaped her throat, muffled by your lips as you started messily ripping clothes off of each other. There was no time to waste, no time to be delicate and tender. You needed her, she needed you, right now.
Your lips moved to her neck, listening as her breathing elevated once again.
“You looked hot blowing that stadium up.” She breathed, pushed her head back against the wall to give you more space to work with. You smiled against her skin, biting enough for it to leave gentle marks down her neck. “And then when we ran away- fuck.”
Her hips started grinding against your lower stomach, bottom lip stuck between her teeth as she tried to keep her noises in. Feeling you work her up made her go insane, head spinning as you tapped her thighs to let her know to let go.
She quickly did, legs spread as you fell into your knees in front of her. The smirk on your face was dangerous as you looked up at her, kissing the side of her thigh as you put the other over your shoulder.
Her hands ended up in your hair, tugging gently as you bit into the flesh of her thighs. You wasted no time in moving her shorts to the side, tongue already curling her clit while your hands tightened their grip on her thighs. Her head fell back against the wall, hands tugging on your hair even more.
Her mouth released moans, ones that she tried to conceal by biting her bottom lip. That didn’t work though as you moved one of your hands away from her leg and onto the side of her thigh.
“Please.”
Her hips started bucking not long after, your fingers teasing her entrance as she begged for you to do something more. You gave in, only because you wanted to hear more of the sounds she made. You slowly entered her with your middle finger, relishing the moan you received.
Her eyes rolled back as you sucked on her clit, finger pumping in and out of her, slowly speeding up as her hips started bucking against your mouth even more.
You hummed against her clit, and that seemed to push her over the edge. Her hands tightened in your hair, mouth releasing almost pornographic moans as you continued to pump your fingers in and out of her.
“Wait-” her hands tried to push your head away, her clit already overstimulated and you continued to circle your tongue against her. “No more-”
“You can give me one more.” You stated, looking up to see her back arching, hands still attempting to push her head away to give her a breather. “Can you?”
With heavy breaths, she nodded, tears flooding her eyes as she tried to blink them away. Her voice was sore by the time her second orgasm came around, back arching off the wall she leaned against.
You stopped the second she came off her high, picking her up so her legs were wrapped against your waist. She was still breathing heavily, so your hands came up to rub her back, relaxing her muscles so she wasn’t arching them anymore.
You pecked her face all over, whispering praises against her skin as she calmed her breath. Your hands wandered her body, rubbing up and down her waist until she was breathing normally, that was up until she jumped off you and pushed you against a wall, taking you by surprise.
“Your turn.”
THE END
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