you squint from a light piercing through your eyelids. it's harsh, but warm. the tips of your fingers run across something soft and silky. it's an unfamiliar touch, it piques your curiosity so much that you consciously awake to see more.
that unique feeling was exactly what you thought it was: silk sheets. except that was weird because not only do you not possess sheets like that, you've actually never considered it because of how expensive they are.
before you can truly understand the gravity of the situation, someone stirs beside you. you peek over, still half asleep. who you see, truly snaps you back to reality.
caitlyn kiramman.
not only is this somewhere you never expected to be, you're peers at work. exactly how drunk did you get at the office party last night? you'd never pictured that you'd actually wake up here, even though it's exactly where you want to be. it's exactly where you've wanted to be for three years since you started working there.
"lovely?" she asks.
her voice feels just like the silk sheets you're laying on. it lulls you and for a moment you aren't worried about what's to come. maybe all you needed was a little liquid courage to finally make a move. you'll just have to hope she can tell you exactly what happened that got you here.
contents: just a lil blurb i thought of since it’s new years and i’m bored
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it’s new year’s eve in zaun, an unnecessary but convenient reason to get black out drunk with your friends and loved ones.
your friends all went out together but you wanted to spend the evening with sevika. you both made dinner together before drinking.
it was nearing midnight and you both waited in your living room. after the first couple shots, it was hard to keep track of how many followed.
sevika couldn’t handle her alcohol for a good while before even getting tipsy but you were a different story.
just a couple shots in and you were slurring compliments and sweet praises while sitting pretty in sevika’s lap.
“i think you look good all the time.” you said to her.
“really?”
“yeah!”
“i feel old.” she said to you, a bit tipsy herself.
“whaat? that’s crazy, you could run a marathon.” you chuckled.
what sevika loved most about you being drunk is how you flirted with her as if you haven’t been dating two years now.
“you’re sweet.” she said to you.
“so is this drink. i’m getting another one.” you said, swinging your legs over her one thigh to stumble into the kitchen.
“you know what? hell yeah.” sevika muttered following you.
you picked up one of the plenty bottles on the countertop and spilled a bit pouring some into your glass.
sevika came up behind you and gently took the bottle.
“here.. if i let you do it, you’re gonna spill the whole thing .” sevika chuckled lowly. you smiled at her before jumping up to sit on the counter.
you watched her arm move for what felt like hours. you could watch her muscles in motion forever if given the choice.
“here you go.” sevika handed you your glass, brining you out of your trance.
“such a sweetheart.” you smiled. sevika chuckled under her breath before the two of you go back to the couch.
sevika sat in the middle with her flesh arm over your shoulder.
“you’re so pretty.. i’m so lucky..” you mumbled, slurring your words together.
“so are you.” sevika hummed. she loved seeing your rosy cheeks whenever you were drunk. but just for a while before she took you to bed.
not sexually. she would just tuck you in and put your teddy bear next to you under the covers.
“i like you a lot. did ya know that?” you said, leaning your head on her broad shoulder and looking up at her face.
“aw, do you? how much do you like me?”
“i like youu.. umm, like how i like alcohol.” you said as you reached for your drink that sat on the coffee table.
sevika let out a deep laughs as you took a good long sip. you grunted at the fiery spice at the back of your throat.
“take it easy.. you should be conscious enough to welcome the new year.” she chuckled.
“i don’t care bout that.. just wanna hang out with you.” you hummed.
you gripped her chin with your hand to bring her face down to your level before you left kisses all over her cheek.
your tinted lipstick left marks all over her scarred face.
sevika just let you run your course before you placed a kiss on her lips. she kissed you back and let out a quiet laugh as you gripped her shirt collar and almost brought her down on top of you.
suddenly, you both heard the crowds of zaun on the ground from outside counting down from 12.
you gasped looking over at the balcony,
you jumped up and almost fell as you ran over to the open balcony of your apartment.
“look, vika! it’s almost midnight.” you screamed excitedly.
sevika laughs lightly before going to join you.
she watched you in your pure childish joy as you counted down to midnight and then jumped and cheered when fireworks went off in the distance.
you wrapped your arms around her body and she put and arm over your shoulder.
“happy new year, vika.” you smiled up at her.
she leaned down to kiss you briefly. “happy new year, my love.” she then kissed the top of your head before you both looked up to watch the colorful fireworks.
after the firework show, you talked sevika’s ear off for another hour before falling asleep on top of her.
sevika, as she always did, put you to bed in your pajamas and a teddy bear in hand.
“hiii, could you please write platonic yandere jinx or/and vi with rebellious younger sister thank youuu” (accidentally deleted the request 😒) (also hope y'all enjoy, I've been so nervous about posting and expect like at least two more posts😝 ya bitch got two consecutive days off so yk im finna grind‼️)
Jinx and Violet x Teen Sibling!Reader
Masterlist
The sun had long dipped below the horizon, casting Piltover’s streets in hues of deep purple and indigo. The city of progress was a labyrinth of alleys, iron-clad buildings, and shadowed corners. There was a small part of the city, though, where the light never quite reached—a forgotten place where the dust of old memories clung to the cracked walls.
Violet’s fists were clenched as she stood at the edge of the street, glaring at the small figure before her. “No,” she said firmly, her voice calm but dripping with a tension that spoke volumes. “I told you not to go to that part of town. It’s dangerous.”
You rolled your eyes, not at all intimidated by the older sibling’s towering presence. “Oh, please. I can handle myself.” You crossed your arms, a defiant smirk on your face. “I don’t need your protection.”
Vi’s jaw tightened. The bruises on her knuckles from a recent sparring session barely faded, but it didn’t stop her from clenching her hands. She could feel the familiar surge of protective anger rising within her. “You don’t understand, kid. There are people out there who don’t care about who you are, what you’ve done. You’re not invincible, no matter how much you think you are.”
“I’m not like you, Vi,” You shot back, your voice more cutting than usual. “I don’t want to be like you. I want to be my own person, not some shadow of you.”
Vi winced, the words stinging more than they should’ve. She never wanted you to feel that way. But there was always something about you, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Something that drew you away from the safer paths and straight into trouble.
Before she could respond, a voice cut through the air, sharp and trembling with an intensity only someone like her could manage. "Well."
Jinx stepped out of the shadows, her wild eyes gleaming in the moonlight, her smile a little too wide. The younger sibling was the only person who could see the darker side of Jinx—the one that wasn’t masked by the chaos or the explosive laughter.
Violet’s heart skipped a beat. She knew that look in Jinx’s eyes too well. It wasn’t anger. It wasn’t even concern. It was something more—something obsessive. “Kid, you know Vi’s right. You’re so... reckless. Do you like making us worry? Or do you just want to get hurt?” Jinx’s voice was honeyed, sweet, but with a bite lurking just beneath.
Your brows furrowed, but you didn’t back down. “I’m not a child. I don’t need you to—”
“Not a child? Not a child?” Jinx interrupted, her voice growing darker. Laughing, she took a step closer, her tone dangerously soft. “You think you can do this on your own, huh? You think Vi and I are just... there for decoration?” She raised an eyebrow, her smile still eerie but stretching impossibly wide. “Do you even realize what happens to people who think they don’t need us?”
Your defiance faltered for a split second, your gaze flickering from Jinx to Violet. For a moment, you looked like you might back down, but that pride flared back up like fire. “You two... You think I’m a kid who needs babysitting. But I can take care of myself. I’ll do whatever I want, whenever I want.”
Vi and Jinx exchanged a glance, the unspoken understanding between them clear. Jinx’s face twisted into an almost playful grin as she walked closer to her sibling, circling them like a predator.
“Sure, you can do whatever you want. But we’ve been watching over you since you were a little thing, and we don’t take kindly to people who don’t appreciate the protection we give,” Jinx purred, her voice a dangerous whisper that danced just past the edge of insanity. “You’re ours to protect. No one else gets to hurt you, not if we can help it.”
Vi’s expression softened, the threat of violence giving way to something more vulnerable. "Listen... we’re not trying to control you. We just... we can’t lose you. Not again."
You felt a pang in your chest, something you hadn’t expected. You hated how they always treated you like a fragile thing, like some doll that could be shattered. But deep down, you knew why they did it. You knew. They were all you had left—your only family in a city that would chew you up and spit you out if you weren’t careful.
With a heavy sigh, you turned away, your voice quieter than before. "I just... I want to be more than just your little sibling."
Jinx’s grin softened into something almost tender. “You are. You always will be. But don’t you forget... you’re ours first. And we won’t let anyone take you away from us.”
Vi nodded, her usual brashness gone, replaced with a quiet sincerity. “We’ll keep you safe, kid. Always.”
The younger sibling hesitated, looking between the two of them. The storm of emotions in your chest made your head spin, but there was one thing you knew for certain.
No matter how much you fought it, no matter how much you pushed back against their care, you were never truly alone. Not as long as they were around.
And that thought, while comforting, felt a little too heavy.
Fem Reader is another adopted kid silco took in (because young jinx insisted on it). The two are super close and deeply care for each other. During the statue scene she tells silco she'll offer herself up and take full blame for jinx if it means her sis stays safe and free. This way zaun is free, jinx is safe, and her dad finally gets his biggest wish. This is enough for silco to basically go "fuck that. You are my children and I will not give either of you away. Not even for Zaun. We'll think of something but I refuse to sacrifice either of you." And Jinx overhears all this.
the statue scene is when silco’s talking to vander’s statue, right? lol, my memory sucks…
tw ❦ angst
platonic ❦ romantic ❦ neutral
fandom ❦ arcane
character(s) ❦ silco, jinx
“is there anything so undoing as a daughter?”
silco’d asked as he took a sip of alcohol.
you’d peeked your head out of the shadows as you listened to your adoptive father’s conversation with vander’s statue, knowing what you had to do.
“dad,” you said as you walked up to him, your hands swaying by your side.
silco immediately turned to you, slightly startled.
“Y/N.”
you took a deep breath.
“i’ll do it.”
“what?”
“i- i’ll offer myself to the enforcers, so that jinx will be safe and-”
you were only halfway through your sentence when silco started shaking his head, standing up, but you didn’t notice as your eyes were closed and your head was down.
“-and then zaun is free and you’ll have your biggest wish and-”
“No.”
at this you looked up, staring your adoptive father in the eyes.
“but-”
“No. i am not giving either of my children away, not even for zaun. i’ll figure something out but i am not losing you or jinx.”
you stood there for a moment, unsure what to say before you tackled silco in a hug, almost knocking him over. he flinched, but hugged you back.
neither of you noticed your blue-haired sister hiding in the shadows, having heard everything.
☽ 【┘】 ☾
"jiiinnnnxx,,” you dragged out your sister’s name as you called her, your feet dragging behind you as you entered her “lair”.
however, the place was empty, much to your surprise.
you looked around, making sure she wasn’t hiding to scare you as she’d done so many times before.
“jinx?”
which is when you noticed the note scribbled on the desk.
“ not letting you sacrifice yourself for me n dad. luv you, tell dad i love him too ꨄ ”
you cursed and ran out of the room, running as fast as you could all the way to the bridge connecting zaun and piltover.
after reaching the bridge you immediately spotted jinx’s bright blue braided hair, and the enforcers surrounding her with their guns raised.
“JINX!!” you yelled out, catching jinx’s attention as she turned to you, her eyes widening.
“WAIT!!” you yelled out, coming in between jinx and the enforcers, half of whom now had their guns trained on you.
“wait, she’s-”
“Y/N, no-”
“she’s just covering for me,” you spat out, still panting heavily from the long run.
“it was me. i did everything. jinx was innocent, she did nothing wrong. she’s just covering.”
and that was all the enforcers needed to hear.
they handcuffed you and forced you away from jinx, dragging you toward piltover. you looked back at jinx with tears in your eyes, giving your sister one last smile.
Anything! This blog is mainly for SMUT/NSFW, though.
I will be posting any SFW content on @whoreforsexymen2
Will write drabbles, flash-fics, oneshots, two-shots, headcanons, imagines, etc.
YOUR AGE MUST BE LISTED IN YOUR BIO. AND, IF REQUESTING ANONYMOUSLY, YOU MUST STATE YOUR AGE. OTHERWISE YOUR REQUEST WILL BE DELETED.
Only willing to write Self-Insert, whether it's 2nd Person POV or 3rd person POV. I might consider character x character if the pairing is one I'm okay with.
[READ CAREFULLY]
THINGS I WILL NOT WRITE ABOUT
Necrophilia
Pedophilia (All characters must already be 18+. I will not write for characters that are minors, even if I am writing them to be over 18.)
Vore/Cannibalism
Incest (yes, even step siblings, etc.)
Active Self Harm
Beastiality (depending. I'm a monster lover through and through, so take this with a grain of salt. But obviously, no real animals of any kind.)
(There are more but I can’t think rn. Will update as I go along.)
[Anyway! Onto the good stuff!!!]
ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ?
(𝔸𝕣𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕖)
Vander
Silco
Jayce
Viktor
Sevika
ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ɢᴇɴʀᴇꜱ/ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ ᴄᴀɴ ᴡᴇ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ?
I'm open to any! Some honorable mentions are:
Angst
Fluff
AU's (any kind)
Romance
Hurt/Comfort
Fix-it-fic
Songfic
Crackfic
Prompt fic (See Prompt List)
And lots more! I'm not too picky.
ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ ᴄᴀɴ ᴡᴇ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ?
Any!! Fem, masc, GN!, idc! I am in no way trying to be non-inclusive, but Neopronouns may throw me off a bit. We'll see what happens if I get any requests with those.
I love y'all so much and can't wait to get some requests! Don't be shy!! I'm sure I'm also missing stuff in this post, so if y'all want to inquire about something not listed, feel free to drop an ask anyway!! <3
This is some fluff request if you like to write it. It's from the Arcane fandom; frustrated Jinx trying to test out her latest designs for something good and breaking the pieces when it doesn't do what it's supposed to. Isha watching from the sidelines and knowing Jinx is close to giving up, so she pulls Jinx along and they have a break and have a picnic or food together. :]
Hii, sorry I'm only just getting to this. Hope you like it!!
Jinx had been working on something new for weeks now, and she was stressed. Nothing was working. All her designs failed, and she couldn't figure out what was going wrong.
She'd been worked up and pacing around for days now, and it was obvious she wasn't happy. She couldn't understand why this wouldn't work. She'd done all the maths right. She had all the parts, so why wasn't it working?!
Isha was getting a little scared. Watching the girl she looked up to and loved so dearly be so frustrated wasn't fun, and she set out to fix it. She ran around, stealing food and grabbing an old blanket to set up a picnic. Once it was done, she grabbed onto Jinx's hand and pulled it, but she just shooed her off.
Persistent, the small girl huffed and signed "break". Jinx didn't really understand isha sometimes, but this was pretty obvious. She thought it was an insult at first, until she noticed the little set up behind the girl..
She didn't know what she did to deserve this kid, but she was glad she had her. She allowed herself to be tugged over towards the picnic, her heart melting a little as she saw the big smile on the kid's face.
They ate and relaxed, and for the first time in weeks, Jinx didn't feel stressed. They were just eating when isha saw a little pin on the ground and picked it up, twirling it in her hand curiously. That's when Jinx had an idea.
"Isha, you genius!" Jinx snatched the pin from the girls hand, rushing over to her project, this time followed by the grinning child. That was what she was missing. One tiny piece of metal, and all her problems were solved.
And then they high fived and lived happily forever and ever, and no one dies the end!
Sry if it isn't that good, I've never written for arcane and I've never done a non reader blurb, so I hope it's alr!
she wore a cropped blouse, sleeveless and lacy. it was lower cut than normal, and the gold chain adorned her chest like a charm. her slacks were pleated and cinched with a leather belt with a large gold buckle in the middle, patent leather loafers, and a slim fitting blazer rolled at the sleeves to expose the chunky watch and many rings she wore almost daily. her thick frame was accentuated beneath her clothes, and there you were, sitting pretty and grasping her arm - tiny dress barely covering the tops of your thighs, heels and painted nails, a jeweled necklace hanging from your neck with the letter “S” on it. on your arms sat prada, gucci, and louis vuitton bags - a few passerbys watched as you walked down the mall walkways. rich women, holding their husband’s hands with giant diamonds sitting on their ring fingers. bodies clad in alexander mcqueen and versace. this is how you spent your saturdays, on her arm doing your weekly shopping. her scent was intoxicating, a musky hint of smoke and ginger perfume. of all the beautiful women it was you on her arm, and the priveledge made you smile at the thought. your feet stall at the entrance of your favorite body care store, sevika’s brow raising as your eyes lit up at the sight.
“five minutes.” she cuts her eyes at you for a moment before letting you drag her in. the store smells richly of organic goods, sweet perfumes, and floral musks. nearly every product was to die for and you pulled sevika by the hand to nearly every corner of the shop. “how do you like this?” you ask, holding up a small black jar of a sweet salve. she leans down a bit, brow quirking, she hums in response and you know it’s been over 5 minutes but the soft spot you knew existed in sevika made it difficult for her to say no to you. you shrug off the side eyes and curious glances your way, instead staying close to sevika’s side as you gather a basketful of goodies. as you were checking out sevika hands over a gourmet slice of soap - leaning into your ear with a grip on your waist. “for when we get home.”
Jinx hurts the reader on accident during one of her episodes and spirals because of it
tw ❦ unintentional hitting, blood
platonic ❦ romantic ❦ neutral
fandom ❦ arcane
character(s) ❦ jinx
you knew as soon as you walked in what was happening.
jinx’d told you about her “episodes” awhile ago, how she saw her old friends and how she tended to spiral. since then, you two had made up something to help snap her out of her episodes, and for the most part it worked.
so as soon as you saw her mumbling something to herself on her knees while she hugged herself tightly, you knew.
“jinx!”
you’d immediately ran up to her, reaching out to touch her shoulder.
“NO!” she’d shrieked, moving her arm in a way that forced her elbow against your nose, a sickening crack! echoing throughout the place.
you’d fallen to the floor due to the hit, reflexively covering your nose.
and that was why you were on the floor with a bloody, possibly broken nose.
jinx immediately turned to you, fists up. it took a second for what she did to register, but as soon as it did her eyes went wide and she slumped out of her defensive position.
“Y-Y/N-?”
“jinx-” you reached out to her, but she immediately scooted back, all the bad memories rushing her.
“Y-Y/N, n-no-”
“jinx, honey, it’s ok-”
“N-N-NO!!” she yelled, scooting farther back in fear of hurting you.
she broke into tears, hiding herself from you as she sobbed.
you approached her very slowly and very carefully, not wanting to upset her any more.
you began to put your arm around her, but she flinched away, looking at you before letting out a choked sob and tackling you, burying her head in your chest and wrapping her arms around you in a near-death grip, mumbling mostly incoherent things with the occasional “i’m sorry” or “no.”
“i-i’m sorry,” she choked out, to which you hugged her tighter.
“it’s ok. it’s ok.”
