On this blog you'll find mostly ViJinx/ ViPow from Arcane. Occasionally other stuff or just general horny posting. Definitely NSFT.
My emo/punk ViJinx playlist
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I'm just getting into writing fanfiction again and I'm exploring all different kinds of themes, trauma, kinks, etc. I will try my best to put any possible warnings ahead of my writing but I may miss things sometimes!
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I do block for pretty much any reason, usually it's not personal. I'm just trying to make my time here fun and stress free so please respect that.
I dont like posting sketches here but i posted things on twitter and i dont wanna leave you guys out of it š Sooo yeah!! Sketches!! That i'll probably never finish bc i just got on summer vacation but back to work so i'm gonna have even less time š
Vampire Vi lifting Jinx up under her armpits and pushing her into the wall completely covering her with her body. Nuzzling into her neck nipping at it with her fangs. Jinx wrapping her arms around her and getting so turned on by how easily Vi can just lift her with ease. Jinx doesn't wrap her legs around Vi until she finally bites down onto her neck to start feeding. There's always a little bit of instinctual fight that kicks in with Jinx's body, her limbs have a mind of their own as they try to push Vi away from her before they go limp and drape over her shoulders and hips. Vi completely unbothered and in her own world pinning Jinx with her senses coated completely in Jinx.
Jinx loves the headspace she gets into once her body realizes it can't get away, even if Jinx wanted to. It feels like she's floating and the only thing grounding her is Vi's frame pinning her to the wall, encompassing her completely. Her senses and everything else is loose and soft around her, she runs her fingers across Vi's leather jacket just feeling the texture of it. Every feeling and sensation is a new one to her in these moments as she cards through Vi's hair. Dyed black with axel grease along with the hair on her neck that remains unblemished and downy soft at the base.
Jinx can feel her core relaxing with the rest of her body as she opens up, no doubt soaking her underwear through. She couldn't have stopped it even if she had her higher brain functions right now. She also gets her part of the deal when Vi pulls off of her having finished her meal and freshly high off Jinx's uniquely augmented blood. She spends a moment just looking at Jinx limp as a scruffed kitten before she lavishes the wound around her neck making sure she's all cleaned up. With a freshly fed and slightly high Vi, Jinx knows she's about to have a really long night ahead of her. Well, as long as she can stay awake that is.
this lyric from The Stickler by Dance Gavin Dance is sooooo vijinx to me
There's no peace for me
I'm your medicine
Can you tell me what you want thatās better than
There's no end to this
I'm your Sisyphus
Can you tell me what you want from me that's better than this?
Where's my sanctuary?
Pushing up this hill is getting pretty fucking old
Gooddddd all I can imagine is a Jinx that is so tired of watching Vi look for what they have in other people. Her sister will never find anyone that can love her like she can, and she knows that Vi knows that just as well as she does-- all she wants is for her sister to finally admit it so that they can get to the good part of it all, of finally being able to love each other like they were always supposed to.
yeeees you understand my vissiiionnnnn
every weekend vi comes home from another night out with some chick she didn't actually give a fuck about because it's more "normal" than what she has with jinx and every weekend jinx sits there, consoling a drunk vi about how maybe she won't find the right person at a club or bar, but maybe she has to look closer
there's a brief moment of pause, vi knows exactly what she means, jinx knows that vi knows, and vi. fucking. considers it. her feverish eyes lock with jinx' and she feels herself drawn to jinx, closer, closer, closer, untilā
the lock of their apartment door turns and milo and claggor stumble in, ruining the moment, and the sisters are once more left in this never-ending tango of will-they-wont-they
This is just my two cents on what is ultimately a very complicated issue, but I feel like too often we treat representation like it's a quality problem when it would be better approached as a quantity problem. For as many people want to see a serious grounded portrayal of their experiences, there are also those who just want to relax and have a good time. So for instance, if you're writing a trans woman for your story, instead of pouring all of your effort into research - trying to avoid every stereotype while simultaneously making her all things to all trans women - you could instead just add a second trans woman
what do we think of vijinx somnophilia? or is that a no go? -š¦
Personally! Not a lot of kinks I'm not not interested in even if they're not the kink of my month. It all depends on the context of it tbh. I can definitely see ViJinx somnophilia being preeeeetty hot though. Either consensual and pre discussed somnophilia or completely non consensual, or something else entirely! More under the cut.
A non consensual they/she switching perspective somnophilia......fic? Chatter mostly.
Both of them being so happy to be back with each other after they reunite. Them sharing a bed because they've only got the one, everywhere else is questionably unsafe or too dirty to lay on for the night. There's an awkwardness before they're ready to turn in for the night, they still don't really know each other anymore but there are facets of each other no one else will ever know. Vi in all her bullheadedness and not wanting to sit in the weirdness of it any longer, just goes over to the bed to flop down without further discussion. She pats the empty space on the bed before she turns her back to Jinx for whatever privacy she can give her to figure it out.
When Jinx does finally get over her nerves and gets her nervous fidgeting out of her system, she walks over to the edge of the bed. Vi can feel her eyes burning a hole in the back of her head before she feels the bed bounce with how hard Jinx threw herself on the bed. Vi turns around, quick as lightning, and wraps her arms around Jinx in a bear hug before rearranging into a cozy embrace. Jinx pushes her head under Vi's chin like a particularly affectionate cat and settles in like she's always been there.
One of them falls asleep first while the other can't quite get there, they don't want to lose this moment. Not being able to get the warmth of the other out of their minds, running their hands ever so slowly across the other's arms, shoulder, face... Trying to ingrain them in their head just in case, just in case they get separated again or worse. Working themselves up with the weight and realness of the other wrapped around them until they can't stand it anymore.
Rubbing their own thighs together at first before rubbing themselves on the other's thigh that's made it's way between theirs trying to be slow and quiet. The slow torture of it dragging out for over an hour for all the pauses they needed to take. Every mumble or twitch was enough to stop completely, waiting with baited breath. Working themselves over and over again using the others body and stopping right before the edge until they can't take it anymore. They roll the both of them over until they're sitting on top. They can grind down so much better now, can unzip the front of their pants and work some fingers down the front of their jeans.
It becomes almost unbearable to choke down their own panting and whimpers as they work one and then two fingers into their own soaking core. Using the other's sleeping body to push their fingers deeper into themselves as they grind down lightly right when they thrust into themselves. If the build up hadn't taken so long they'd be embarrassed they came so quickly but the palm of their hand rubbing against their clit and the idea of the other pushing their own fingers deeper and fucking themselves is too much. It feels earth shattering as they sit there in attempted silence, ears ringing with the only other sound being faint and rhythmic water drops in the distance.
They haven't woken their sister up, a small mercy. Unfortunately, they're still worked up even after one of the best orgasms they've given themselves in a while. It takes them a measly minute or two before working themselves up again, heat creeping deep inside of them.
It doesn't help her with how close their cunts are to each other with 2 layers of denim being the only thing separating them. She can feel the heat of both of them mingling through the front of her pants along with the slick in her own pants. She wants to know if her sister is slick too, more than anything. She wants to know if the soft petting she did and desperately choked up noises made it through her layers of sleep, if it got through to her subconsciously.
She wants to feel her, she wants to mark her, even if her sister never finds out she'll always know what she did to her. She'll always know she marked her as her's and her's alone. She thinks her sister might kill her if woke up to see what she was doing, if she woke up and felt what she was about to do to her. She wants to know if she felt her fingers slowly caress over the front seam of her pants until they found the zipper in spite of the threat of rejection.
She wants to know if she felt her slowly pulling the zipper downward, trying to avoid the unmistakable sound of the release of the little metal clips all joined together. She wonders if she'd shiver the same way she just did if she were awake. If she'd shiver while she moves the same fingers she used on herself, still wet with her own slick, through her curls to find her clit. Her hips give the smallest twitch forward and she lets out a soft huff in her sleep so she redirects her fingers further down. She savors the feeling of her fingers right outside of her center, closes her eyes and tries to memorize it before pressing the tip of her pointer finger lighting inward. Just enough to apply pressure but not enough to fully enter as she waits there until her sister does exactly what she wanted her to do. With the little thrusts and grinding movements her sister makes she helps her finger press in deeper until it pushes in and enters her to the first and then second knuckle.
She wants so badly to fuck her with reckless abandon, wants to claim her and make her cry. She just got her back though, if she only ever gets a finger inside of her it'll have to be good enough. She can't risk her noticing anything when she wakes up other than her own slick, as much as she'd love to leave her feeling sore from how she'd stretch her open. Instead, she reverses what she herself had just done, she scoots up a little and uses her own pelvis to lightly grind her hand onto her sisters clit and push her finger a little deeper into her sister.
She's helped out by the writhing her sister does in her sleep, unknowingly chasing a pleasure she shouldn't want. Her sister is soaking, not as wet as she had been when she had touched herself, but she was wet before she had entered her and she rides out the slow pace of their grinding with that thought in mind. Rides out the longest 5 minutes of her life she wishes could have been longer as she feels her sister contract around her finger, making pathetic and sincere noises in her sleep, her mouth slightly open. She looks so beautiful, she makes her want to cry with how much she loves her.
She slowly drags her fingers out of her sister's pants and moved her clean hand to the front of her pants to re-zip them and straighten her up. She cleans up their mixed cum and slick off of her fingers with her tongue, savoring the taste knowing it will be the only one she gets. She wants to know the differences between how they taste.
She wants to be awake when her sister realizes she came in her pants last night sleeping next to her own sister. She wants to see her face when it all comes to her so badly it's making her want to whimper with need. She knows she could go all night but she also knows she's already pressed her luck further than she ever should have tonight. Knows she should be grateful for what she was able to steal away, she knows she'll never get enough of her sister. She missed her so, so much.
iām not the first person to say this but itās so insulting and dehumanizing that every AI advertisement frames the consumer as a stupid useless idiot. every AI ad is like ugh i canāt write this email (a thing that takes 2 minutes to do) ugh i donāt know how to interview (if youāre as incompetent as the commercial paints then why did you even apply for this job) oh nooooo i donāt know what groceries to buy (respectfully are you such a dumbass that you donāt even know what you want to eat???)
ads used to be like ātough stains? use our detergent!ā āare you an outdoorsy person? get this 4x4 jeep cherokeeā and now itās like. you stupid animal. you donāt know how to socialize. you have no friends. youāre terrible at interviews. you canāt write. you forgot your anniversary with your husband. let the robot do all this for you. export your skills and thinking and interpersonal communication to this evil machine. surely this will have no adverse side effects. we hope you never have an original thought again. submit to the corporate robot overlord you stupid bastard clowns
okay i decided to make a nsft sideblog and just keep this one more fandom focused for my own sanity, i think im more comfortable keeping it like, somewhat separate and this will help me feel free to really dive into my kinks a bit more!!
