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The Trophy

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SUMMARY: fucking your best enemy in the club bathroom at the LV GP afterparty

CW: Formula-1!au, fem!reader, sub!Jinx, kinda looser!reader, fingering, degradation, squirting, ass and pussy slapping, mention of pee, that's all(?)

NOTES: kinda late with this idea, but anyway. Can be mistakes, english isn't my first language 💌

men and minors dni.

You couldn't believe it.

Your car was way better.

Your team was way better.

You were better.

And she still was first. That damn little red bull with her dumb blue pigtails that she always had to tuck into her suit, making the other drivers laugh. On the track next to her, there was no laughing matter. She was the driver who justified the name of her team. With her driving style, it was surprising how she was allowed on the track at all. And how she hasn't earned a million penalty points in her racing license in just a couple of races yet.

Your team has been the absolute favorite since the beginning of the season. The car was perfect. McLaren has done a great job here. And there she was. The one who managed to beat you by a hundredth of a second when her partner was barely making it to the middle of the peloton.

So, standing on the podium next to her, you wanted nothing more than to stick that damn bottle of champagne in her pretty round ass.

And now, in the public bathroom of some club in Las Vegas, you wanted nothing more than to make her go dumb on your fingers, which you were pumping in and out of her wet tight cunt.

You scissor your fingers inside her spongy walls while she whimpers pathetically, pressed against the full-length restroom mirror. You can feel that sweet fluttering of her walls every time someone passes by the toilet.

“Please… Faster… I know it's not your forte, but still,” she giggles dumbly, rocking her hips against your fingers. Her face looks even more slutty than her dripping pussy, and her magnetic voice is even more husky than usual.

You smack her ass cheek roughly, feeling her walls deliciously squeezing your fingers inside from the sudden slap. You like the way her face is pressed against the mirror, the way she drools down her chin, the way her eyes roll back in pleasure and excitement at being caught, the way her pussy muscles squeeze your fingers so hard when she looks at herself in the mirror. It was the only way to feel like you could control her. And the only way to recoup your defeat on the track.

You roughly pulled your fingers out, leaving her pussy torturously empty and leaking with slick arousal. The only evidence that your fingers were inside is the thin threads of her arousal connecting your digits to her puffy cunt. Jinx squirms pathetically, trying to get at least some kind of stimulation, but you interrupt her with a sharp slap on her pussy, causing her to squeal and almost fall.

“What was that for?” she whines and tries to hold on to the mirror while you squeeze her tiny clit between your fingers, gently rubbing it. You can feel it throbbing and pulsing, signaling Jinx's impending orgasm. She's squirming and desperately trying to rub against your hand to get some relief.

“Beg for it, champ,” you chuckle wickedly, teasing her sensitive dripping folds with feather-light touches of your pads. Your thumb taps her poor clit making her squirm and whine from lack of stimulation.

You need to see her beg. To see her surrender. And she knows it. So she begs.

“Please, love… “ she moans, pornographically arching her back to give you the show you want.

In the end, you're the one who surrenders. Sticking your fingers back into her needy hole and fucking her until she can't stand or think straight. All she can do is buck her hips to meet your hand, as you rub her favorite sweet spot inside, and squirt all over the restroom floor without caring in the world. She giggles a little hysterically and bubbles some rubbish, and now you're wondering if she really came or if she just peed herself to make a mess on the damn floor.

This thought should have made you uncomfortable, but you press yourself closer to her back, biting the almost transparent, porcelain skin on her neck, fucking another orgasm out of her now loose hole.

And even if next week you want to kill her on the track, right now the most valuable trophy is having her cumming on your fingers like this.

NOTES: guys, would you actually pay for my writings, if I made a boosty account? Gonna post some controversial(?) works there (and I just really need some money ｡ﾟ･ (>﹏<) ･ﾟ｡) Btw, I won't stop posting here anyway.

You can still send me request here ♡(>ᴗ•)

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫

𝙹𝚒𝚗𝚡 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

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CW: fem!reader, bottom!Jinx, addicted!reader, cunnilingus, face sitting, no plot, short text

(can be mistakes, English isn't my first language 💌)

men and minors dni.

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“I’m starting to get why they used to call you Powder…so fucking addictive” you purred against Jinx’s dripping with electric-pink essence pussy. She just can't stop squirming on your face rubbing her delicate folds against your lips and you just can't stop devouring her. Jinx tastes like shimmer, like pure desire and danger.

Her petite body is pressed against yours, tangling in hot, sweaty and lustful mess. Jinx arches her back, puts her head on your lower abdomen, trying to please you too, even though she's too busy falling apart on your damn tongue.

Shimmer made her taste a little sour and fresh. It's like drinking an energy drink with mint gum, but more exciting. And obviously it's incredibly addicting, like you can't spend an hour without her pussy on your mouth and her raspy moans.

You nibble on her throbbing with anticipation clit, making her squeal softly and fiercely grip your hips. You feel her hard nipples rub against your stomach as her chest rises rapidly with frequent breaths and desperate whimpers.

Her arousal and your own saliva are running down your chin, and you can feel her getting closer. Her tense thighs squeeze your head even tighter between them, and you slap her soft ass, denying her orgasm. You roughly tugged on her braids, which made her arch her back even more and whine in irritation. That's exactly how she makes you feel. Irritated. Irritated that you can't tear yourself away from her fucking pussy for a damn minute.

You sip on her pussy, swallowing every damn drop of that drug you call Jinx and finally slide your tongue inside her. Her inner muscles contract, sucking your tongue in as she cums around it. She plaintively whimpers as her hips shake, legs are weak and her mind is completely blank. She digs her colorful nails into the soft flesh of your thighs, while covering your stomach with light kisses.

Now she's just your little satisfied mess.

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dividers aren't mine I don't know who made it😭

𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝

𝙹𝚒𝚗𝚡 𝚡 𝙴𝚔𝚔𝚘 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

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CW: threesome, sub!Jinx, fem!reader, cunnilingus, crempie, no plot, slightly jealous reader

I don't know wtf I just wrote, but let it be here

(can be mistakes, english isn't my first language 💌)

men and minors dni.

You were on your knees, face in front of Jinx’s swollen and dripping with arousal folds. Your hot breath makes her whimper and squirm on Ekko’s lap, while he’s holding her thighs spread wide apart.

His fingers gently spread her pussy lips giving you complete access to Jinx. You leaned down, lapping on her salty fluid and looking up for approval, just to see how Ekko deliciously sucking her neck while squeezing her petite breasts. Jinx’s face is flushed red, her breathing is heavy and ragged. And you feel jealous, but don't know who you're more jealous of.

You met Ekko a few months ago, after Jinx's ‘death’. You were always obsessed with her, her image. So getting her ex-boyfriend was more than an appealing idea to you. He just needed relief after his loss and you could enjoy the thought that every time you two kissed, you felt Jinx's lips on yours.

Her pleading gaze was making your excitement grow with each damn second. You opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue and letting your hot saliva teasingly drip over Jinx's aching clit.

Her breath hitched and Ekko was ready to muffle her moan with his mouth, pulling her into a sloppy kiss. Blood rushed to Jinx's cheeks as if she was in a fever, and you groaned contentedly at the sight, fucking her tight entrance with your tongue.

Ekko's fingers buried in your hair, pulling your head closer in between Jinx's thighs, while his other hand was pressed to her lower belly, enhancing the stimulation until she was almost crying with pleasure, desperately rubbing herself against your mouth.

“Fuck you… Both,” she whimpered plaintively in a hoarse voice, making Ekko chuckle slightly.

You felt her walls convulsed around your tongue, milking it, as she finished intensely. Her hips shook slightly as her inner muscles continued contracting.

You exhaled, raising on their level, just to lean to Jinx's lips in a messy kiss, letting her taste herself in your tongue.

“You’re… Amazing… I didn’t expect that” Jinx muttered weakly, leaning slightly down to leave hickeys on your neck and collarbone as Ekko grabbed your chin, pulling you into another kiss. He grabbed your ass with one hand and Jinx's breast with another, making you both gasped in surprise. You desperately rubbed yourself against Jinx's thigh, your need for release almost painful.

Finally you changed position, now you were sensually riding Ekko’s thick length while kissing Jinx who was sitting on his face, moaning softly into your mouth. Your hands run over his abs, enjoying its hardness as he slapped his hips against yours. You could feel every depth he was reaching inside of you and it was driving you crazy.

You leaned down to suck on Jinx's breast, teasingly trailing the counter of the cloud tattoo on her chest before gently biting her sensitive nipple. She gasped softly, arching her back from overwhelming sensations.

You could feel your own juices coating your thighs and Ekko's lower stomach. Then Jinx reached down to rub your clit, making you whimper with a delicious sense of fullness and her teasing. Your hips moved faster as you milked Ekko's cock, knocking needy moans out of him. He tried to push himself deeper inside you, not forgetting to take care of Jinx’s needy folds. Your hands moved all over their bodies, enjoying their lean physique.

With final thrust his cock twitched, pulsing softly as he released inside your tight walls. This thought alone was enough to send you over the edge. With a weak moan you collapsed into Jinx's arms, your thighs sticky and shaky as your inner muscles clenched around Ekko's cock prolonging your orgasm.

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(I really don't like it, but I spent the whole night on this shit, so I just needed to post it)

𝐀 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

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Reader x Jinx

SUMMARY: you are a thief who steals from people who are passing through your town. this time you came across the wrong person. that didn't stop you from fucking her though.

CW: sub!Jinx, fem!reader, cunnilingus, fingering, squirting, some kind of plot(?), fastburn

(English isn't my first language, sorry for any mistakes💌)

men and minors dni.

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Jinx moaned softly as she kissed her new friend's thin lips. The edge of the countertop rests uncomfortably against her lower back, forcing her to arch her back and make a dissatisfied mumble, only to hear a quiet chuckle in response. She couldn't believe how quickly this girl had managed to win her over.

A couple of weeks ago, a strange woman came into her small workshop. You were pretty and looked to be no more than twenty, but your piercing gaze was too intently and sharply jumping over various details of the interior, studying the situation. And you were wearing some ugly kind of wig.

“I haven't met you here before. May I know the name of such a charming lady?” your eyes sparkled playfull. Your intonation and body language put Jinx in a stupor. Since she faked her death and fled to the edge of the world, away from Piltover, changing her appearance, she has not yet received any attention from anyone. Jinx wasn't really sure if it was sarcasm, because she didn't look her best right now: crookedly cropped hair had grown back and looked even more untidy, and bright blue hair roots were starting to grow out from under the purple dye. And that's not to mention the oil and dust stains on the clothes.

“Powder," Jinx said after a couple of seconds of reflection. Lately, she's been using her old name to avoid attracting attention.

“Like baby powder or gunpowder?” you grinned annoyingly, leaning slightly on the table.

"Like gunpowder," Jinx replied grimly, rolling her eyes.

"Then you can call me Fuse," you grinned again, winking. Despite your outspoken flirtation, Jinx didn't miss the way your gaze appraisingly scanned her hideout.

"I have a business here, not a dating club," she grumbled, lazily rolling a blue hexteck ball around the table. Jinx chuckled inwardly, noticing how your gaze immediately eagerly darted to the jewel, as she suspected.

A couple of days later, she finally caught you trying to sneak into her workshop late at night.

“Are you looking for this?” Jinx appeared behind you, inserting a blue ball into the gun and pointing it at you.

“Rather for you,” not confused, you took a seductive pose, leaning on the table. “Jinx, right?”

“Well, how did you find out?” She rolled her eyes, pouting and moving closer to use the edge of the gun to push the hood off your head. Well, at least you weren't wearing an ugly burgundy wig right now. "I don't want to kill you. I'm kind of done with it.”

“Who else would have this round blue thing but Jinx? You're almost a legend. Almost,” you shrugged. You didn't seem to care much about the hextek-loaded pistol next to your temple. "You don't have to hide your identity here. No one cares who you are.”

"Except for you, of course," Jinx rolled her eyes.

“I don't care either. But I can say that you are too charming for the inadequate maniac they call you," you grinned flirtatiously again.

The shot cut off the edge of your bangs.

“Shut up!” Jinx said tiredly, going upstairs to sleep. Anyway, there was nothing to steal from her except the blue ball.She earned a couple of coins by repairing all kinds of utensils for the residents of the city, and that was all her money.

You had been coming to her several times a day for the past two weeks, but at least hadn't tried to steal anything. You just stared at Jinx while she worked, fixing something or building custom devices. After a while, you started chatting about little things, you brought her a snack when Jinx sat in the workshop for hours without leaving. She had to admit that she liked such a quiet life much more than the hustle, intrigue and dangers of Piltover.

Day after day, and at some point Jinx found herself pinned against her own desk, whimpering softly in need as your deft hands pulled off her top, tracing the contours of her tattoos with your fingers. You leaned to her neck, leaving weightless kisses on the pale, almost transparent skin.

Jinx's knees were already buckling with impatience and excitement, and a fog of lust filled her head. Squeezing the thin skin of her thighs, you lifted her up, setting her down on the table. You lips gently touched the skin between Jinx's breasts, saying one word.

— Perfect.

Jinx flinched, her eyes widening. Then a purple flash followed and she practically hung on to you, wrapping her legs around your waist and kissing you deeply, simultaneously taking off your top.

Meanwhile, you reached for her pants, pulling them off along with her underwear. Jinx leaned back, supporting her reclining position with her hands. Her stomach was trembling slightly with excitement as your lips dropped a kiss just below her waist.

Finally, you wrapped your arms around her hips, lifting her legs and pressing your lips to her wet and throbbing flesh, making Jinx moan and arch her back.

Your soft tongue explored her folds inside and out, knocking more whimpers and moans out of her and causing her muscles to contract from overexcitation.

"You're doing great for the first time," you purred, pulling back slightly to run a finger over her sensitive clit, lightly teasing her entrance before gently pushing two fingers inside. Jinx tensed slightly, but then relaxed, and feeling pleasantly full, began to move her hips towards your hand. The wet sounds only added to their excitement.

You smiled contentedly at the sight of Jinx’s eyes closed with pleasure and her bitten lower lip. When you curled your fingers upward slightly inside her, Jinx screamed at the unusual sensations, breathing heavily.

“What is it?” She mumbled plaintively as you plugged her with a wet kiss, continuing to move your fingers inside her. You showered Jinx's chin and neck with soothing kisses, feeling her inner muscles begin to contract, bringing orgasm closer.

You accelerated your movements slightly, pressing your fingers against her upper wall and applying pressure to her swollen clit. Jinx didn't have time to figure out what happened when she felt a clear liquid squirting out of her on her thighs and stomach. Blushing, she tilted her head back, allowing the orgasm to swallow her.

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A few weeks of being alone and talking to herself had loosened Jinx's tongue. She desperately wanted to brag about how brilliantly she had convinced the whole of Piltover and her own sister of her death.

“And then I slipped out through the ventilation and hijacked the airship while they mourned the dead and me,” Jinx enthusiastically talked about her adventures, while you lazily braided her short hair into small pigtails.

“And then where did you put it?” you asked.

“And that's beside the point, as far as I remember," Jinx narrowed her eyes in displeasure. You grinned, pulling her closer to your chest.

Creative crushes (part three)

Jinx x fem! kirraman! reader

Gay shit.

Don't repost to another site pls

I really should put out a masterlist, but I'm still kinda new to writing on tumblr so, I'm sorry. 🙇🏾‍♀️

As always, (name) is written to be of any body type, skin color and race.

I tried to establish the two sides of (name) earlier, one (name) kirraman, the spare turned heir, child prodigy, who's lukewarm at best, not very easily impressed, and uncaring of anyone that isn't family. The other, just (name) who's a hopeless romantic, the quintessential little sister, unknowingly crushing heavily on a known criminal, and smiles easily.

I know nothing abt league of legends. And I own nothing, I'm just gay and and a jinx enthusiast. Don't fucking sue me. That's racist.

And this is kind of messily written, and she's a little tiny, I'm sorry.

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(Name) wakes the next morning feeling much more refreshed. No weird pretty girls haunting her dreams or weird monsters just outside her bedroom.

The (haircolored) girl slips out of her bed slowly, a small shiver running through her once her bare feet make contact with the cold tile.

If must've rained in the night, she muses, sparing a small glance at her thankfully still closed and bolted shut foggy balcony door. The girl shrugs on a large bed robe, the fabric blanketing her cold form. She can practically see her breath. Jeez.

Outside the glass door, a golden glint on the ground catches her attention, a twinge of curiosity running through her.

The young woman steps lightly, walking across her large bedroom to the other side and bending over ever so slightly, the gold glint is still there, and apparently stronger than before, it shimmering brightly in the sea of fog and grey mist.

She lifts her hand up to the handle, only needing to tug it once to quietly open the door. The girl stepping down onto her balcony and finding the glittering gold thing still there. (Name) delicately takes it off the ground, inspecting the object.

"A 'flower crown'? " She questions curiously. Not a normal flower crown either, the most beautiful one (name)'s ever seen. Devoid of any flower or leaf, comprised entirely of nuts, bolts and an a metal wire. Some of the nuts had been twisted to look closer to flowers, some of the bolts had in turn took the form of leaves. All of it painted a metallic gold giving off an air of wealth.

Someone had created this. Someone who's hands must've been touched by a goddess at one point in their life. It's so unique and beautifully crafted, name wonders who it would've been for. The storm had been quite huge, it could've blown up to her balcony. That's definitely what she heard last night.

Just then while still holding the crown, her eyes drop to the floor. There's a squared letter.

(Name) reaches over, picking the parchment letter up as well, hoping it's not some poor fools love confession. She sudders at the thought. Not again. She unfolds it, holding it closer to her face and squinting a little to read the note.

Instead, the letter is almost empty, ink used to scratch out any other sentences save for two,as if the poor sap had messed up too many times. Messily written, which (name) would find annoying any other time but is somehow sweet now.

I don't know how to start this, so hi

-nყxιҽ

Nyxie? Who-

(Name) flips over the letter, hoping to find an address for her to mail it too, instead finding her name. Written multiple times, in almost every writing style imaginable scrawled over the back. Oh, name thinks, guess it is for me then. Awe that's kinda cute, they heart their I's.

(Name) looks to the crown once more. The beautiful craftsmanship once again stunning her, the tiniest smile imaginable, slowly growing on her face.

Oh- someone made this, for her and seemingly desire nothing from her in return. Someone who just left it on her balcony instead of using it to get into her skirts, or her sister's or mother's. That's cool- that's so cool. Heat rises to her cheeks and ears the further she thought about the dedication someone had to put in for such a beautiful crown.

She steps into her room quickly, locking the door and letting out a semi sushed girlish scream into her newly acquired crown. This crown is now the most important accessory that she owns. She will protect this thing with her life.

The girl runs back out quickly after wards, scribbling out an acceptable reply.

The (haircolored) girl tucks the letter under her pillow. Getting dressed quickly after, flower crown still perfectly balanced on her head.

The kirraman girl walks out of her bedroom happy, running into a grouchy looking Caitlyn.

The younger girl stops at the sight of her sister, giving her a long once over, tiny teasing smile growing on her face.

"Not a word." Caitlyn scowls, holding her hand up as if she could silence (name)'s words.

"I didn't say anything?" (Name) smirks, lifting her hand to her lips as if she could conceal the smirk on her face as she further took in Caitlyn's appearance. Is that a hickey? Scandalous.

"You don't need to." Caitlyn snarks. Catching (name)'s roaming gaze and slapping her palm to her neck.

(Name)'s eyebrows practically shoot to her hairline. "Oh?" A huff of laughter leaves her.

Caitlyn quickly changes the subject,not wanting a round two of 'Let's tease Caitlyn'. "The crown's new." She acknowledges, the beautiful craftsmanship intriguing her. A small wave of familiarity washing over her... Huh. Could be nothing.

"Oh you noticed?" (Name) lifts her head impossibly higher. "Beautiful, isn't it?" She's obviously proud. Cait rolls her eyes.

"Yeah." She admits, taking another beat to admire the impressive crown. "Where'd you get it?"

"A gift." (Name)'s face lights up when she speaks, her nose scrunching a little when she does so. An authentic smile. Caitlyn is surprised to see it, it's been awhile since she'd seen (name) exhibit anything other than her three main expressions. Sardonic, calculating and reticent.

Much less, pure unabashed joy. She likes this look on her. Her sister being her warm sillier self instead of the cold kirraman heir she was known for. It's been years since the younger girl had done so. Having to regrettably grow up so fast.

Caitlyn almost wants to take a photo, she doesn't know when it will happen again. Though the bluenette decides against it quickly after, she couldn't make it to her camera in time anyway.

Because of this, Caitlyn doesn't really think to question the statement. Instead assuming (name) had found a friend who's rather skillful with their hands and had simply made her something.

Caitlyn shrugs, dropping her hand back to her side.

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The following week, after finishing her morning routine, the (haircolored) girl notices something fluttering in the wind of her balcony. A leathery paper, of some kind.

The youngest kirraman slowly walks outside towards the paper, leaning down once again and picking it up. A letter? Once again, folded into fours. She of course, unfolds it.

-ɳყxιҽ

(Name) flips over the letter, once again, finding a beautifully detailed drawing of herself staring back at her drawn in a dark colbalt blue. Whoever did this put an impressive amount of thought into it, looked as if it was an actual candid of her. It had gotten everything right on her face, from the slope of her nose, to the curve of her brow. If it hadn't been for the entire art piece being in blue she definitely would've been worried. So they have an artists touch as well.

And they've been watching her.

Nyxie.

(Name) quirks a small smile at the note, whoever this person was is swiftly climbing the ranks of a lot of the people she knew. And she hadn't even seen their faces, or talked to them.

The woman quickly rushes inside her room, running back out with only a pen and her own parchment. Quickly scribbling a small '𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾.' Furthering by asking if they wanted anything of her in return, not wanting to or feeling comfortable with taking without giving. Hmm, maybe that's the business woman in her.

She leaves both the parchment and pen on her table, placing the stunning drawing on the dresser closest to her, afraid to sleep with it and smudge the lining.

Leaving her room quickly after, wanting the week to go by much quicker.

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The next week, a gift rests on the note (name) left.

The girl had been 'subtly' checking out her balcony window for any sign of her mystery person or the pleasantries they left. To no avail, sadly. But today, there's a glint of something outside her glass door.

A bronze rose this time. Gorgeous as all of the other gifts she'd received, painted a stunning metallic gold in color, laying straight across the parchment, sharp golden thorns and bronze 'leaves' still attached.

How could something have been so beautiful? How could someone have created something so beautiful? She found herself asking that question a lot more recently.

There's no letter that came attached with it this time. But (name) doesn't need one to know who it's from. Nyxie.

There's writing that (name) hadn't done just under her new gift. The girl picks up her metal flower gently, holding it to her chest subconsciously while she reads the note.

You don't have to give me anything,

your attention alone is enough

-ɳყxιҽ

(Name) is positively giddy at the response. Laughter almost bubbling from her chest. God, if Cassandra could see her then. Blood rushes to her ears at the thought, but still, the smile can't be wiped from her face. She covers her curled lips with her fingers.

Had this 'nyxie' person said anything besides 'attention', (name) definitely would've been insulted. But they just wanted her attention!

The woman picks up the pen, another wave of giddyness running though her. Nyxie touched this.

Quickly writing her answer down and running back inside her large room. '𝓐 𝓯𝓵𝓲𝓻𝓽 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓱𝓾𝓱?'.

She finds a pretty porcelain vase soon enough, setting the precious glass onto her dresser and gently placing the bronze flower in it.

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Jinx didn't know why she developed such an attachment to the kirraman girl. Why she why she stayed up past the hours of her 'normal' —albeit irregular— bedtime to work and craft small, non-lethal works for the enforcer pilties sister. Her sister of all people!

The irony of the situation isn't lost on her, she may be crazy but she isn't dumb. She's aware that she's being hypocritical. She's too stubborn to admit that to anyone besides herself.

The only reason she was on that balcony in the first place is because she thought it was her traitorous sister's precious-piltie girlfriend's. She wasn't aware miss 'cupcake' had a sister. And such a pretty one at that.

What was supposed to be just a fun night of casual hazing snowballed into what ever the fuck it is now. But she had just been so cute!

With her pretty little book and shiny (colored) eyes. Taking in all of jinx's jinxness, the zaunite only raised an eyebrow. She had expected the girl before her to scream. To run, to hide, she was used to it. Hell, she reveled in it, the fear that washed over a person when her name would be mentioned. She anticipated this girl to be the same.

But she wasn't.

Instead, she stayed. She kept her eyes on jinx's intense blu –pink– stare, and her lips seemed to tilt upwards where the the blue girls drifted down into a confused frown. Why isn't she running?

In that small, unique period of time, she felt seen. Like really seen. Borderline seen through. It scared her. It excited her. It was overwhelmingly exhilarating.

So, she watched. She watched as her (colored) eyebrows rising a little while she struggled to say something, subtly opening and closing her mouth like a fish. Jinx could almost breath a sigh of relief at that, normalcy resumed, she'll clutch her pearls and run away screaming. Jinx waits for that moment. Waits for a long time in fact. For her to recognize those long blue braids and run for the hills. She never did.

Instead, she called her pretty. Jinx snapped her head back to the girl on the ground quickly. Small blush rising to her cheeks. How long has it been since she was called pretty?

Sure, the bluenette was hit on quite regularly and propositioned for rated-r idea's. But, they never made her feel pretty though, just indifferent on a good day. This girl had such a sincere deep stare that jinx herself almost believed her. Almost.

The way the (haircolor)ette said it wasn't done before either. The kirraman having looked to her as if she hug the moon and stars. This piltover girl looked at her like the zaunite was the most beautiful person she's ever seen. Like she was absolutely stunned by her.

Affectionate words don't come easy in zaun. On a good day she might've gotten a small, 'you look nice.' From Silco but those were rare.

It was so obviously genuine that jinx for a moment, was stunned. How could someone have such an effect on her?

A bashful look crawling over the girls (skincolored) face the more jinx didn't speak. Mylo in particular started getting louder the deeper she thought about the girl. A sliver of vexation running through her the louder his annoying voice got.

Her fingertips started to trace the just-modified pow-pow on her hip. No. She takes her hand away. You can't shoot her balcony.

She'll get scared. "She's already scared. She hates you." The girl runs her tongue over her teeth subtly, frustration building.

"I didn't ask you." She mumbles, keeping her voice low aware she could actually scare the girl.

"Why were you so mindful of her? She's just a privileged piltie."

Jinx sets down the wrench. Picking up another doohickey that she might've forgotten the name of and begins to crank the delicate object in her stained, overworked hands.

The bluenette lifts the dainty little butterfly up to her admiring pink stare. It's beautiful.

"No it's not."

"Could be better." She chucks the piece over her shoulder. The loud clink! Of metal hitting metal when it touches the growing pile behind her chair. Music to her ears.

Nothing's is good enough. "I can't believe I care so much." The bluenette mumbles underneath her breath, picking up another shiny object and slamming it against her table, slipping the safety goggles back onto her face, already imagining the smile that (name) would give her work this time.

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𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝑱𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒔

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

Y/N thrives on order, precision, and control, her life a carefully constructed mosaic of perfection.

Jinx, on the other hand, is chaos in human form—whirlwind, explosion, mess, noise, unpredictable, like a spark that ignites everything in its path, no warning, no pause, just bam, there it is.

They were once friends, but something shattered that bond.

Deep-rooted grudges fester, and the mere mention of each other’s name stings. Both crave reconciliation, but neither can bring themselves to admit it.

After all, there's a fine line between hate and love

Playlist

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

TITLE. All I Have IN SHORT. clingy!jinx X reader "I Can't lose you too." | made with WLW in mind. CROSSOVER. Arcane: League of Legends X Cyberpunk 2077 WC. 1,555 CR. official art [ Arcane: League of Legends ] this is the outside of jinx's place that i tried my best to describe lmao TALKING. first ever fanfic. send any healthy criticism, i'd love that! at first it was ripperdoc!jinx but i had no idea where i was going with this tbh so i just went with clingy jinx lmao. and apparently jackie died differently in this teehee. might seem ooc, yikes. did I eat with this one yall? lmk :( PROJECT BEGUN. 11/30/2024 this took me awhile HAH! ACT. iii

Night City was bustling with people cheering and yelling, the disruptive revving of car engines speeding down the wide streets, the cool night air whispering past your skin, your hands comfortably resting in the pockets of your pants, your right hand holding onto your keys hidden inside the pocket, and your head slightly lowered as you stride past other people on the packed sidewalk. Your knuckles carry a faint throbbing ache that you're awfully familiar with. The night sky makes the ads displayed practically on every building look more vibrant than in the daytime. Your heart felt heavy, burdened by an overwhelming wave of sorrow and distress, while your composure dangled precariously, clinging on by the slightest thread.

You slip past multiple distracted spectators watching the race in Little China, occasionally bumping into others as you make your way through the other side of the crowd. Headlights whipping by, the smell of body sweat and alcohol invaded your nostrils. Your left-hand rises from your pocket to push a bystander to the side, finally making it out of the crowd to the other side, your main focus on reaching out to someone you held dear after a hot minute of your absence.

The street life drained you in ways you knew you'd be in if it meant you'd stay afloat in Night City. As the days went by including you sending little to no messages to Jinx, backstabbers were left sniffling the ground you walk after you're done with them, biz dealing with individuals where you can't always put your guard down, foolish gangoons pushing their luck with you. Being protective of what's rightfully yours, or taking from the more fortunate, getting to the top meant having every advantage you could get, and then you'll have a better chance to get far in this line of dangerous work.

After another minute of walking alone, the sounds of the people's voices faded as you made a right turn, chip bags, bottles, garbage bags, and papers lightly blown about, all this junk on the ground was a normal sighting in this inescapable city. As you walked further into a narrow alleyway, you stood in front of a gate that stopped you from moving forward, cyberpunk lighting coming from the street lamp behind it brought the otherwise dreary alleyway into.. something somewhat lively, and homey. You can give it that.

At the end of the alleyway were colorful chalk drawings of angry cartoonish monkeys and smack dab in the middle of the wall was a portrait of a little girl beautifully drawn by You and Jinx's hands on the brick wall. Pink wires as the background, and the two words "POW POW!" written above her head were drawn in a sprite shadow font. A soft smile touched your lips, the drawing carried a heavier purpose of memorabilia after little Isha's passing, and the relationship you three shared, you and Jinx cherished it. Pulling your right hand out from its pocket, multiple keys held together by a ring jingled from your hand movements, eyes scanning over all of them to land on a basic, silver key.

Holding it between your thumb and index finger, you insert the key into the slot and steadily turn it to unlock the gate. Shoving the keys back into your right pocket, you push it open with your forearm, stepping through the gate door, you close it behind you and quickly move toward the steps, the soles of your worn-out shoes softly thud against the concrete as you walk up the short set of stairs. You halt all your movement when you stand right in front of the entrance to Jinx's place. Rock music booming in the confines of the room's four walls was muffled by the metal door firmly standing in your way.

Letting out a barely audible breath, anticipating the argument you're going to walk yourself into. You swiftly repeat your actions by unlocking the door to her place. As you step through the threshold of the doorframe, slamming the door behind your back, your eyes are immediately met with a woman's slender figure in the middle of the room, aiming a gun your way that'd gradually lower to her left side as your recognizable appearance instantly brought her eyebrows to rest from its tight frown, her wide stare softened faintly. Her expression gradually faded into something resembling ease and a drip of irritation. The lightly worn-out leather chair behind her spun, showing the urgency and haste in her movement when met with anything that could quickly lead to life or death.

"Ah, Y/N." Drawing your name out with false unenthusiasm and unrestrained annoyance that had an underlying sense of harmlessness to it. "Popping in after ghosting me for three days?" Her voice was raspy, her upper lip subtly curling upwards. Violet-red eyes holding you in your place, her head tilting a little to the side, her jagged side bang obscuring her right eye, making her dark eyebags more notable because of the pink lighting in the room. She placed the gun in her left hand on the metal table beside her, turning down the rock music playing through the phone with the same hand without delay. Her hands clasped together behind her back as she sauntered over to you, stopping her movement when she was just a foot away from you, her head leaning in a tad bit, her right hand rising to roughly press her index finger against your chest.

"Why were you gone for so long? You know I don't like it when you're gone for that long." It was heavy, the unblinking stare and the want simmering in her heart urging her to close the gap between the both of you.

"Fixer hooked me up with a job that included insane amounts of eddies but- a lot went wrong. And I…" You held it together in the first half of your sentence but you couldn't hold it together forever. Every single second you were left alone with your thoughts the morning after the job was finished, losing Jackie that night, the man who earnestly stood by you since you started doing biz, a man you trusted, the gunfight following as soon as the brief, intense, and loud burst of noise of a pistol going off, the bullet hole left in his forehead, blood seeping from it. He was gone, in such a short time-frame. You'd spent time outside of work with him, fought together, and saved each other from sticky situations- This loss on top of Isha's was a pierce to your solid heart harder than you prepared for.

Just speaking on anything relating to losing someone important to you, first Isha, now Jackie.. You had to see Jinx, after going through that, you couldn't sit alone in your apartment that felt so void without anyone occupying it other than you, and being alone with your thoughts wasn't ideal. "Ahh… I just can't lose you too, Jinx. I'd rather it'd be me in harm's way, y'know?" Your eyes heat up. Darting, staring anywhere but at the woman standing right in front of you. Your bottom lip curls in for your upper teeth to bite down on it for a moment. Tears threaten to spill out.

She's all you have left.

A palm, warm to the touch, cups one side of your face, tenderly ushering you to look at her, tugging you out of the deep pit that is the fear consuming you. Her eyes meet yours head-on, a weak, close-lipped smile adorning her lips, her bottom lip vaguely trembling, her face expressing the same pain you held, understanding well how you feel at this very moment. Her thumb moves in smooth, circular motions upon your cheekbone. You gently grasp Jinx's upper arm, the arm using the same hand that tenderly strokes your cheek.

Neither of you could stall it any longer; both of you sought solace in the only person left willing to offer an hour of reprieve: each other. It was Jinx who moved first, ending the last shred of space left between you two to wrap her arms around you into a hug. Her nails digging into the back part of your shirt, Jinx's nostrils flare when she deeply inhales the scent of your vanilla fragrance with a hint of sweat, nestling her face further into your neck. "Just… Don't do that again, Y/N…" She spoke in a hushed tone, her lips slightly parted as the tension in her body melted from the comfort of your body heat.

"It was like.. I had no one when you were gone. You didn't even send me a message."

You couldn't bring yourself to respond, skeptical that your voice would shatter if you were to utter another word again. Your arms are wounded around her waist leaving Jinx's mind empty of anything negative leaving only tranquility you unknowingly bring to her already deteriorating soul. Choosing to gently nod your head as an alternative, your right hand slithering up to lay upon the shaved side of Jinx's head, your other hand moving up to plant itself on the small of her back. "Ha… 'msorry." Your voice was feeble, your breath tickling Jinx's nape.

"Heh, deep down, you're still a softie." A full smile graced her lips, her hold on you unyielding.