#arcane netflix

[caitlynsnumber1defender]

Anytime someone calls Caitlyn a "white bitch" I always remember the screenshot of League players on Reddit being mad they made her Asian/Wasian in Arcane lmfao. I always bring it up too(plus the screen shot if I can find it in my gallery), cause why else would the basement dwellers be mad that they made her Asian?

[pinklacybra]

been thinking about needy! bottom! jinx who has a major praise kink 🤤🤤🤤

Warnings: smut, dom!r, sub!j, praise kink, oral fixation, fingering, usage of the word good girl, teasing, wlw, fem!r, men dni, not proofread, short.

“You’re doing sooooo good baby..” You say, watching as they makes her even wetter, your fingers pumping in and out of her. She whimpers, nodding her head eagerly.

“Taking me soo well, does that feel good?” You ask her and she nods, murmuring out a small, “yes”, through her own sounds. You smile, taking your hands out to find her clit, rubbing circles over her. She whines at the loss of feeling of you inside, but also pleasure from you playing with her clit.

“I know, I know you feel good..” You taunt, bringing your fingers up for her to clean them. You shove them down her throat as she gags against them, her hand holding your wrist as if to shove you off, rather to shove you deeper. Her tongue works between your fingers, tasting herself on your fingers, while also getting even more turned on with your fingers down her throat, choking her. “Good, you’re doing great..” You compliment.

“Okay.” You say, taking your fingers out, not before pressing them down on her tongue, feeling it tremble underneath your digits. You trail back down, stuffing her full again, sliding in embarrassing easily from her soaked she was, dripping. You slide them in and out, listening the she sloshes it makes, filling the room.

She whimpers, soaking your hand. “Mmh- you feel sooooo good..” she manages out between how much she loves you. You laugh, keeping a rhythm, feeling her tighten around your fingers.

“You wanna cum?” You ask, and she nods, begging you. “Please, please please- I’ve been so good..” she pleads, desperate and sensitive. You laugh, but you let her, feeling her reach her climax while your fingers still pumped, working her through it. She whimpers and whines, a mess as you pull your fingers out, shoving them back into her mouth.

“You did so good..” You whisper, shoving your drenched fingers back into her mouth. “Come on, be a good girl and clean them.”

[pinklacybra]

sugarmommy! jinx who takes you out to dinner and afterwards makes you eat her out in return 😩🙏

Warnings: smut under the cut, eating her out, jinx is drunkkk sugarmommy!jinx, older!jinx, slightly mean!jinx if you squint.. age gap, usage of the word mommy and good girl, teasing, wlw, fem!r, men dni, not proofread

PLS REQUEST MORE OF SUGARMOMMY!JINX

“Mommy, oh my gosh..” You say, covering your mouth with your hand, showing off your fresh new manicure you had gotten earlier today. It was simple, thick French tips like it was the 2000’s. Your lipstick stained the metal fork with each bite of the expensive steak, cooked just right. “This is amazing..”

She hums, taking a bite of her own food, staring at you with a curved brow and a smirk. “Yeah? Well good, only the best for you, after all..” She laughs, her chest vibrating as she held her hand, fingers rubbing over yours across the table.

You smile, taking a sip of your drink, your lipstick as well staining the straw with bright red hue. It was endearing really, how everything since you came into her life was stained. Her cutlery, her clothes, and sometimes even her.

Jinx hums again, maintaining eye contact as she took a long gulp of her beer, she was never the one for cute, pink drinks like you. She’s drink wine here and there, or a margarita if she was feeling something fruity. She licks the foam off of her lips with her tongue, sucking the piece of cut up orange dry right after, placing the feel in the empty plates at the end, stacked politely to make it easier for the waitress to carry.

“You’re so drunk.” You tease, smoothing out your dress, your heel rubbing her calf underneath the table, needing to be touching her constantly. She scoffed, more so a laugh than anything, but still a scoff. “I can hold me liquor, sweet girl, but you’ll be the one driving us home tonight. Can you do that for me?” She asks, sliding over her keys to her car that costed more than the normal persons like it was worth nothing. Maybe when you’re as rich as her, it is. You sigh, the multiple keys for different locks dangling as you tuck them into your designer purse, one she had bought you, obviously.

You spent the rest of the night just.. admiring each other over dessert and drinks after your meal. She paused as she looked at the check, not like anything was wrong, then she smirked, signing her signature with a giant tip. She knew the service industry, especially after spending her days at the last drop, she made sure she tipped extraordinary every time she went out to a restaurant, especially one so fine dining. Plus, you racked up a few hundred dollar check, not like she’d tip nothing.

“What’s wrong?” You ask as she closed the book with the check, crumbling up the piece of paper and stuffing her own copy they give of it into her pant pocket. She takes another long sip of her beer, the stratifying feeling of it burning on the way down, she was used to it. “Nothing, baby.” She reassured, leaning back in her seat as she waiting for them to run her black Amex card.

“You looked so pretty tonight..” She asked, kissing your face as you barely entered her giant place that you can somehow call your own home. She leans down to kiss at your lips and start groping you with her hands. Your chest, your hips, your bottom peeking through your short dress, moaning against her lips.

“Y’know, I spent a lot of money..” She whispered, backing you up to the living room. “And wouldn’t it be kind of you to.. repay me? I did just take you out..” Usually, she wouldn’t ask anything of you. But tonight, you looked so good, and she needed relief.

“Is that what this is?” You smirk as she sits down on her couch, spreading her legs. “Well I’m not going to eat myself out, aren’t I?” She joked, her pants already discarded, along with her underwear, watching as you got down in front of her, moving to kiss at her thighs. She throws her legs over your shoulders, fingers leaning down to grip at your hair, shoving you right at her sopping cunt, seeming like she had been wet and sticky all night long, clearly eager for any attention.

“Yeah, there we go..” she moans, leaning her head back as you lap her juices up. Her hold on your hair relaxes, knuckles not white anymore, though keeping you against her. Her eyes closed, slumping back against her luxurious couch, spreading her legs wide for you.

You slurp at her, moaning against her at how good she tasted. You flick her clit with your tongue before swirling it in an eight like shape. She fake yawned, hand to her lips, clearly unamused. “Are you going to tease me all night are or you going to eat me out?” She asks, shoving you even more against her, clearing her throat when you dip your tongue in, finally giving her what she wants.

“Yeah, just like that..” She moans, legs squeezing your head, gently, but squeezing. “Mm, such a good girl, such a fast eater..” she compliments, as you try to pull from for some air, shoved back down against her, yet again. “Don’t pull away.” She says, keeping your face against her, scoffing as you had her dribbling down her chin. She reluctantly pulls you back. “Clean it.” She demands, her fingers moving to smear the wetness back to your lips as you lick it off of her thumb before she shoves you back down.

She was stubborn, “You’re getting sloppy.” She’ll say, making you clean up your movements.

You keep your tongue moving, feeling her start to tighten up, clear she was getting close. “You’re going to drink every- oh gosh- single drop and not waste any. Mmkay?” She whispered, barely giving you time before you felt warm liquid against your tongue. She moved her hand down, holding your lip closed so you swallowed. You do so, your throat bobbing as you flush her down.

“Good girl, there we go..”

[pinklacybra]

Respect.

Warnings: yelling, parents, au, comfort, wlw, fem!r, men dni,

(You’re mommy, vi is momma.)

“Baby, please, can you do the dishes for mom?” You plead at your daughter, who looked like she’d rather be anywhere else but having this conversation right now. “I don’t feel good, like, at all. In return you can..” You pause, sighing as you get up, going to lay down in hopes resting would have you feeling somewhat better. “You can skip school tomorrow, I just want a clean house.” You argue, movements slow and steady, feeling like you were about to pass out with every step you took.

Vi was sitting on the couch, legs spread and stretched onto the ottoman, laptop in her lap while she placed an order for takeout. She looked up as you barely moved, arms reaching out to stable yourself.

“Cupcake, easy.” Vi said, getting up from her spot on the couch, rushing over to help you walk. You hum, leaning against her as she walked you to your shared, master bedroom that connected to the main area, not a long walk thankfully. Your daughter scoffed, yelling.

Vi was about to go do the dishes for your daughter. Even after her long day at work, she knew your daughter also had a tiring day of school, but..

“Oh my gosh, mom! Shut up! All you do is nag, you nag me, you nag momma!” Vi paused, halfway helping you into bed when you both heard that. Where did she get that attitude, or the back talking? Definitely not from her, and she doubted you taught her that.

“Excuse me?” Vi shouted back, walking out of the room, turning off the light and turning the fan on at the same time with her hand, closing the door behind her to muffle the noise. “For starters, your mother doesn’t nag in the slightest. If anything, I’m the one that “nags.”

Your daughter stared at her, clearly unbothered. “Mommy needs to get up off of her bottom some time, she just sits around while you work. Why am i responsible for doing the dishes. It’s just a few plates, from the both of you!?” Your daughter argues.

“Second, I don’t know where you got this attitude, but cut it out.” She said firmly. “Third, I don’t care, the dishes could be overflowing and I’d still make you clean them before I ever asked your mother to do that while she’s not feeling good.” She said.

“So what if she lazes around all day? I gave her a beautiful house, I work so she doesn’t have to lift a single finger if she doesn’t have to. If anything, you should be yelling at me before you go and talk to my wife about what she does in her free time.”

“Your wife?” You daughter laughs, cut off by Vi’s tone increasing in volume. “Yes, my wife. She is my wife, and she was my wife before she was ever your mother. I want you to do the dishes and apologize to my poor wife.”

Your daughter sighs, though turning the faucet on to start. “And you’re going to school tomorrow.” She adds, walking back to your room. The covers were pulled, the faucet running, of course you had gotten up. Vi sighed, walking into the bathroom, watching as you leaned over the bathtub.

“Baby, I thought I left you in bed, whatcha doing?” She asked, helping you step into the warm water, taking off her clothes and stepping in behind you, letting you rest against her.

[pinklacybra]

oh how I absolutely love your account and your jinx works. May I please with a cherry on top request another bsf jinx x reader but not toxic jinx like jinx that’s bsf with reader but in love and acts kind of Percy with her and they act like gfs and Jinx just one night goes jealous after Vi tells her she heard someone asking reader out and she goes feral on reader and they fuck and confess and yeah🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

warnings: smut, bsf to lovers, jealous, fingering, teasing, brief mention of Vi, wlw, fem!r, men dni, not proofread,

“And she just, she’s so pretty and I can’t tell her that. I mean, I can, and I do! But, I don’t wanna make it.. weird between us.”

“Well, you’re going to have to make it “weird”,” Vi started, taking a long gulp of her drink, leaning back against a wall. “Because I heard someone asked out on a date through the grapevine.” Jinx paused, her expression faltering as she stared at her sister. She moved, shaking her shoulders, trying to get everything she knew.

“Who? Where? When? Tonight? Who told you?” She said, as Vi yelled, shoving her off, almost dropping her drink. “Well, dang! I can’t tell you if you’re shaking me like that. But, it’s that dude that sits behind her, he’s been bragging about it all day long, talking my ear off about how he’s going to do something big to “impress her”, i don’t know, ask her yourself if you want details.” Vi said, shrugging her shoulders. Jinx stared at her, eye twitching in response. “I’m just the messange- and there she goes..” Vi murmured as Jinx bolted, a pink line of shimmer behind her with the usage of it.

“Hopeless.” Vi said.

There was a knock at your door, none other than jinxes as she stood there, out of breath and waiting for you to answer. You do, peeking your head out, smiling as you see your best friend. “Oh, hey, what brings- hey!?” You yell as she shoves past you into the room. You close the door, looking over at her as she makes herself at home. She practically lives in your room, spending everyday with you. “So uh, what brings you by?” You actually get to ask this time, walking back to your closet, trying to pick out an outfit.

“Well, a little birdie told me you’re going out tonight.” She says, muttering something underneath her breath, probably being salty about the situation. “And like.. the best friend that I am.. I came to help you pick an outfit.” She said, sitting down on your bed, deliberately checking you out. You smile, throwing a few different options into her arms.

“Well, I do need help.” You say, stripping down and sliding down the first option that you didn’t throw at her. You’ve been naked, and showered together, nothing she hasn’t seen before. She holds the pieces in her hands, eyes watching as you slid into the fabric. You were wearing the dress she had gotten for you, and you were planning to wear that out with someone else?

“You look good, you always look good in anything.” She complimented, dropping the dresses as she backs you up. “Jinx, what-?” You’re cut of by her kissing you suddenly. You pause, but melt into it, kissing her back before pulling away.

“I love you, so much.” She blurts out. “And I can’t let you go out with some jock who doesn’t know you like I do. Who won’t treat you good-“ She rambles as you kiss her again. She throws you onto your bed, crawling over you.

“Promise me you won’t go, promise me.” She asks, slipping her hand underneath your dress, tearing off your thin panties and throwing them behind her. Her fingers find your clit, circling it with her fingers. “Promise me, toots.”

You moan, letting her. You nod in response, not giving her a firm yes. Rather you say, “And what if I don’t? What if I still go on that date to that diner? I’m hungry.” You tease and taunt her, shut up when she shoves away. “Then I guess you don’t get to cum..” She jokes. She brings her hand back down, shoving her fingers in you, thrusting them at the perfect rhythm, in and out.

“I know how to play you, you’ve told me exactly what you like, what you don’t like.. does he know that?” She asks, smirking when you shake your head no to her question.

“If hungry is the problem, I’ll take you out instead. Maybe to that exact diner and watch as he stares at you on a date with me?” She asks, working you to that edge. You whimper, unable to talk without moaning. She smirks, slowing her movements, but not stopping.

“Come on, promise me you won’t go out with him.” She says, and you nod. “I- I won’t.” You whisper, voice shaky. “Again, louder for me.” She pleads.

“I won’t!” You yell, feeling as you reach climax, soaking her fingers. You pant as she brings her fingers up, licking you off. “Mm, so sweet..”

[pinklacybra]

jinx x reader with risky gun play?

warnings: smut, gunplay, teasing, edging, toxic!jinx, brief Sevika and Silco mention, wlw, fem!r, men dni, not proofread

“Don’t worry, I uh.. cleaned this.” She promises, kissing your cheek as she slides the cold metal against your inner thigh right next to where you needed some attention. You nod, whispering a soft thank you. She smirked, finding where you were dripping for her, pressing the tip of the gun between your folds, letting you get used to the temperature. You whimper, trying to nudge yourself even more so against it.

“Ah-ah, easy, I don’t wanna hurt you.” She whispers, pulling the gun out from under your skirt, holding it up. Your juices already collected on it, dripping down the weapon. It was unloaded, no hexgem, because she didn’t actually wanna blow you up.

“Don’t make a sound, I don’t need sevika bursting through the doors. Or worse, Silco himself..” She said firmly, pressing the cold tip back to where it was needed, siding it inside gently. You whimper, lips struggling to stay shut, wanting to moan out her name, or just let out a long string of sounds at how good it felt. Any more, and you might get addicted to it. Maybe the thrill, or the thought of something brand new. You, being made finish with her gun.. hot.

You could finish from just her eye screwing you from across the room. Her pretty eyes admiring your body, and you could just guess what she was imagining. She knew the effects she had on this pretty body, one singular touch would have your thighs squeezing shut, or you grinding against the seam of your shorts to get some relief. She’ll do it on purpose, tease you all night long and leave you needy and sticky.

“Mm, swallowin’ thing whole..” She muses, thrusting it gently. Your hands grip the edge of the table, letting a moan slip out, covered by her hand slamming itself against your mouth, feeling you moan against it. Her movements pause, the tip stuffing you full as you leaked. “What did I just tell you?” She asks, arching a brow as she pulls the gun away again, leaving you completely empty.

“I shouldn’t let you cum at all..” She says, keeping her hand over your lips to muffle your words and pleads. “Or I could.. but, I’ll just edge you over and over..” She says, lowering her voice as she moved to your ear, dipping just the tip in you again. “and over.. and maybe then, just maybe, I’ll let you cum on this gun.” She whispered, smirking as she blew into your ear, making you shiver.

“I’ll be nice though..” She sighs, bringing the gun back out again, moving up to press it over your aching clit, circling carefully. You whine against her hand, knowing it would be muffled so it’s not like it would be loud. “I’ll let you cum, don’t get your pretty panties in a twist.” She laughs, dragging the soaked metal back down and thrusting it back in you.

She worked you up, and you were just about to finish, only for her to indeed bring the gun away again, smirking as she brought it up to her lips, licking you right off, cleaning it like a whisk when done baking, keeping direct eye contact. “What? Oh, you thought I would let you cum? That I wouldn’t edge you?” She asked, laughing as she brought the gun back for the millionth time, shoving it into you.

“You wanna cum for me, on my gun? You’ll do it quick, and you’ll clean it up.”

[pinklacybra]

also jinx x reader makeout that gets so intense either she or the reader comes in their pants......

Warnings: smut? teasing, cum, grinding, moaning, grabbing her tits, biting, wlw, fem!r, men dni, not proofread that good, short drabble on purpose

“Mmm..” She hummed, holding you against her as she tilts her head, lips locking even deeper against each other. You lean forward against her, straddling her hips while your hands started moving all over her. Her bare waist, up and down her arms, smoothing over her chest, and around her neck. She moans as you grip at her front through her shirt, vibrating against her lips.

Her hands grip your waist in return, the kiss growing sloppier, hotter, and wetter. Like you. You moan, lips parting as you feel her bite down on your lower lip, dragging it down so that she had enough room to bring her tongue in. She started with slow licks against your lips, tasting your lipgloss that was somehow still on after all of this kissing, smeared onto her. She pressed her tongue in, shivering as she touched yours.

She held you tighter, letting her tongue duel with yours before pulling away to breathe, a spit string connecting the both of you two. She takes a deep breath, getting enough air as she slams her lips back against yours, moaning desperately against your lips. Her tongue moves back into your mouth, feeling as you suck down on her tongue.

You began moving against her, your clothed center desperate for some kind of friction to soothe the ache. Your panties stuck to you, drenched and soiled from your wetness. At this point, you’ve already came mostly untouched, just her lips moving against yours and her tongue being shoved down your throat. Now, you want more.

[pinklacybra]

I read some CaitVi fics where they use the hexstrap and one of them gets pregnant.

What im saying/asking for is... sequel to your Jinx breeding kink where she makes one and it actually works.

OR if you dont wanna write pregnancy, the strap magically transfers her fluids into Reader - like she is cumming inside Reader fr fr. Bonus points if the magic of the hexstrap makes it so Jinx can feel the inside of Reader

Warnings: pregnancy, comfort, fluff, wlw, fem!r, men dni, short drabble, not proofread

You sniffle, shoulders bobbing as you pour the cup of urine down the toilet, flushing it down while washing your hands. The pregnancy test lays on the marbles counter top, a faint red line appearing the normal one for every test, not just waiting to see if another one would pop along alongside with it.

“Trinket? You in here..?” She asked, opening the door, met with the sight of you gripping the counter, holding yourself up as you sobbed quietly, unable to even look at the test. You were excited, happy, nervous, your hormones out of balance.

“Woah, woah, trinket..” She said, holding yourself up as against her as you sobbed into her, your salty tears dampening her shirt as she let you, kissing your head. “How late are you?” She whispered, and you sniffled. “Like.. a day late..” You respond, leaning your weight against her.

“A day is nothing, sweetheart..” She whispered, hoisting you up so you were leaning against her better and not about to fall.

“I’m sorry..” You manage out through tears. “I didn’t wanna.. i didn’t know if you’d be happy or.. if you’d leave me..” you whisper, voice growing quieter, like this was all your fault, as if it didn’t take two to tango. She pauses, cupping your cheeks.

“I would never.” She reassures. “And if the test is pregnant, I’ll take such good care of you..” She whispers, kissing the pout on your lips. You sniffle again, wiping your tears with your sleeve as you actually smile at her, laughing softly. “Okay..” You whisper, taking a breath, nodding your head.

“If you’re not pregnant.. that’s also alright.” She said, holding the test in her hand, looking down as another red line formed. She squinted, making sure it was actually there before she smiled wider, somehow even more genuine.

“Oh, trinket, come here..” She pulled you even more so into her arms as you bawled loudly, happy tears, of course. Her, a mother.. “Oh, baby, we’re parents.. we’re actually parents..” She sniffles, crying herself too as she placed her hand on your stomach.