I Fear She’s Serving

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Hey guys long time no see

It’s been a while Hasn’t it? Lol

I hope you all are well, I am doing okay. In case you didn’t know, a lot has happened with me personally and a took and LONG break from posting.

This week has been hectic, with prom and exams, etc..

But I’m pretty much am going to be free soon with a lot of free time on my hands so why not write a book?

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I recently watched a video from youtube it’s called “Me and the Devil” from the channel goodchills studio and I love that short film so much I decided to do a book off it using the video as my base

As you grow, you learn a lot of lessons and I’ve learned to do things when you’re still excited about doing them because of you procrastinate it won’t be interesting to you anymore

And that’s how a lot of potential and ideas go to waste.

Originally, I was going to make this a demon slayer fanfic; Gyomei Himejima x reader (my boi don’t get enough appreciation)

But I want you guys opinion on it.

I’m only doing HASHIRAS

Remember, I make the final decision. 🎀

✧ kny hashira training trailer ✧

Jinx having a gf who’s touchy and affectionate

requested. @luc1dw0rld

Jinx’s hideout was always filled with chaos, half-finished inventions strewn across every surface, faint scorch marks on the walls, and the constant hum of machinery that never quite worked the way she wanted. But today, it felt different. Calmer, almost peaceful. It wasn’t because she’d finally decided to clean up the mess. She hadn’t. It was because of you.

You were sprawled out on her couch, an old, tattered thing she’d salvaged from a junkyard, but it felt like a throne whenever you were on it. Jinx sat cross-legged on the floor in front of you, tinkering with a grenade she’d been working on for days. Your legs dangled over the edge of the couch, and every so often, your foot brushed against her shoulder. Each touch, light as it was, sent a warmth through her that she didn’t know how to handle.

“Y’know, I think I’ve got this one right this time,” Jinx muttered, her tongue poking out as she focused on the tiny screws and wires in her hands. Her usual frenetic energy was dulled and her movements slower.

“I don’t doubt it for a second,” you said from above her. Your voice was soft, laced with the kind of unwavering confidence in her abilities that always made her stomach twist in unfamiliar ways.

She glanced up at you, her eyes wide and unguarded for a split second before she remembered herself and looked away. “Pfft. Don’t go jinxin’ it, babe,” she said, forcing a smirk as she set the grenade down. But her voice lacked its usual sharp edge, softened by the way you were looking at her.

You slid off the couch and onto the floor beside her, your legs folding neatly under you. “Need help?” you asked, even though you both knew your technical skills couldn’t match hers. It didn’t matter. The question wasn’t really about the grenade.

Jinx tensed for a moment, her fingers twitching against her thighs. She wasn’t used to this. To someone just…being there. It was a different kind of tension, though. Not the kind that made her fingers itch for a trigger or her mind spiral into chaos. It was much softer.

“Nah, I’m good,” she said, her voice quieter than usual. But she didn’t move away when your hand rested lightly on her knee.

You smiled at her, that small, knowing smile that always made her feel like you could see straight through her defenses. “Alright,” you said, leaning back on your hands.

Jinx’s gaze flicked to your hand on her knee, then to your face. She could feel the weight of your affection in the smallest gestures. The way your fingers curled slightly, as if anchoring her in place. It was overwhelming and comforting all at once, a contradiction she couldn’t quite wrap her head around.

“You’re all…touchy, y’know that?” she said, trying for a teasing tone, but it came out softer than she intended.

“Does it bother you?” you asked, tilting your head.

Jinx hesitated, her fingers drumming against her leg in a rapid rhythm. “Nah. It’s just…weird. Not bad weird. Just…weird weird.”

You chuckled, the sound light and easy. “I’ll take weird weird.”

She watched as you leaned closer, your fingers brushing a stray strand of blue hair out of her face. The gesture was so gentle, so casual, it made her heart stutter. She wasn’t used to people touching her like this. As if she was something fragile, something worth handling with care.

“Why’re you always doing that?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Doing what?”

“Touching me. Like…like that.”

You tilted your head, your expression soft but serious. “Because I love you, Jinx.”

The words hit her like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, she didn’t know what to do with them. Love wasn’t something she was good at. It was messy and complicated and full of things she didn’t understand. Whenever she was with you, her entire world felt simpler.

She looked away, her cheeks flushing a faint pink. “You’re such a sap,” she muttered, but there was no bite in her words.

“That means you like it,” you said, your voice teasing but warm.

She rolled her eyes, but the faint smile tugging at her lips gave her away. “Yeah, yeah, don’t let it go to your head.”

You didn’t respond, just leaned closer until your forehead was resting against hers. Jinx froze, her breath catching in her throat. She could feel the heat of your skin, the steady rhythm of your breathing, and it was…nice.

“You okay?” you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah,” she said, her voice shaky but sincere. “Just…not used to this. Feels…weird.”

“Weird weird?”

“Yeah. But, like…good weird.”

You smiled, your hand slipping into hers. Her fingers twitched, hesitant at first, but then they tightened around yours. She didn’t say anything, but the way her grip lingered said more than words ever could. For a while, the two of you just sat there, her hand in yours, her forehead still pressed against yours. The chaos of the hideout faded into the background, replaced by a quiet that was rare for her. It wasn’t the kind of quiet that came with loneliness. It was the kind of quiet that felt safe. Jinx absolutely loved the time she would spend with you. You are her world.

banner. @anitalenia

☆"Powder and metal" Jinx (arcane)☆

Mdni. smut, gun riding, reader fucking jinx's gun, (the gun is unloaded,) degradation, Sadistic!Jinx, praising.

ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🦇་༘࿐

The cool metal of Jinx's gun pressed against you, a stark contrast to the heat pooling in your core. It was heavy beneath you, sleek and firm where you needed it the most. You shifted, rolling your hips experimentally, and a shudder rippled through you at the sensation. The friction was subtle, just enough to make your breath hitch, just enough to make you crave more.

Jinx sat back in her chair, arms sprawled over the armrests, legs spread like she didn't have a care in the world. A cigarette burned lazily between her fingers, but she wasn't paying attention to it. No, her sharp gaze was locked on to you, taking in every little movement, every desperate grind.

"Damn," she muttered, her grin stretching wide. "Didn't think you'd actually do it. But look at you - so eager, so needy. All that squirming just to get a little friction, huh?"

Her words sent a flush through your body, but you didn't stop. Couldn't. The pressure was intoxicating, every slow roll of your hips sending another wave of warmth flooding through you. Your thighs trembled as you found a rhythm, rubbing yourself against the unyielding surface, the rough ridges catching just right.

Jinx let out a low whistles tilting her head. "Look at you, puttin' on a show. And find what? A damn piece of metal?" She chuckled, blowing out a slow puff of smoke. "Kinda sad. Kinda hot."

Your hands gripped the edges of the gun, knuckles white as you rocked against it, chasing something just out of reach. Your breath came in short, needy gasps, and Jinx hummed in amusement.

"Bet you wish it was me instead, huh?" She teased, tapping the cigarette against the edge of the table, ash falling unnoticed. "Bet you're picturing it. That's why you're gettin' so worked up."

Your body tensed at her words, a whimper slipping out before you could stop it. Jinx's eyes darkened, her smirk sharpening into something wicked.

"Oh, you like that," she crooned, leaning forward just slightly. "All worked up over nothin". Pathetic."

You could barely process her words, too caught up in the slow, torturous, friction, the way every shift sent another spark of pleasure curling through you. Your thighs clenched, body shuddering as you pressed down harder, desperate for more.

Jinx just watches, her amusement only growing as you unraveled in front of her. "Keep goin," she urged, voice dripping with satisfaction. "I wanna see how far you'll take this. Show me just how desperate you can get for me."

You whimpered, your movements growing erratic, hips grinding down in shaky, uneven rolls as the tension in your stomach coiked tighter a d tighter. The gun was unrelenting, unforgiving beneath you, the cool metal warming from the heat of your skin. Every tiny shift sent a jolt of pleasure up your spine, your body trembling from the slow, drawn-out build-up.

Jinx flicked her cigarette aside, finally leaning in, her elbows resting on her knees. "That's it, baby," she cooed, voice syrupy-sweet but dripping with condescension. "Work for it. You're already this far gone- might as well make it count."

Your breath hitched, fingers tightening around the weapons edges as you grind down harder, chasing the last bit of friction you needed. The pressures was unbearable, the sensation was too much and not enough all at once.

Jinx chuckled low, drinking in the sight of you. "Y'know," she mused, tilting her head, "I should make you do this more often. Watch you fall apart for me-" She let out a mock gasp, grinning. "-or for my gun, since that's what's really doin' it for ya, huh?"

Heat flooded your face, but you couldn't stop, couldn't think beyond the desperate ache thrumming through your body. Jinx's words only added to it, the teasing, the way she spoke like she owned you, like she was letting you have this just for her own entertainment.

She leaned back again, stretching her arms over her head. "C'mon, sweetheart," she taunted. "Don't hold back now. Show me just how much you love my gun."

And you did.

You gasped, your legs trembling as your rhythm stuttered, movements turning frantic. The coil in your stomach pulled impossibly tight, heat flashing through your veins as your breath hitched, body tensing as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Your thighs clenched around the weapon, your fingers gripping onto it for dear life as you rode out every slow, shuddering tremor.

Jinx let's out a low, appreciative whistle, dragging her gaze over your wrecked form. "Damn, you really got into it," she teased, her voice dripping with amusement.

You barely registered her movements as she grabbed the gun from beneath you, lifting it up to inspect the mess you'd made on its sleek metal surface. Her smirk stretched wide, her blue eyes gleaming with something dark and playful.

She turned the weapon in her hands, tilting it toward the dim light. "Look at this," she murmured, dragging a finger along the surface. "Didn't think you had it in you. "

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she held it out to you.

“Go on, sweetheart,” she purred, her voice syrupy sweet but taunting. “Taste yourself.”

Your breath caught, another wave of heat flooding through you at her words. Jinx tapped the barrel against your lips, her grin never faltering.

“What’s wrong?” she murmured. “You weren’t shy a second ago.”

She leaned in just a little closer, voice dropping to a whisper.

“Be a good girl and clean up your mess.”

Your breath caught, another shudder rolling through you at her words. Jinx tapped the barrel against your lips, her gaze locked onto yours, waiting.

After a moment’s hesitation, you parted your lips, your tongue flicking out to taste the cool metal. The sensation sent another flush of heat through your body, a quiet sound escaping you before you could stop it. Jinx’s smirk widened, her pupils blown as she watched you.

“That good, huh?” she teased, voice thick with amusement.

Then, without warning, she leaned in, prying the weapon from your fingers with ease.

“Lemme see for myself,” she murmured, her voice dropping lower, rougher.

Before you could react, her mouth was on yours—hot, unrelenting, tasting you like she owned you. A slow, deliberate drag of her tongue had your knees threatening to buckle, the heat between you crackling like a live wire. She hummed into the kiss, savoring the moment before pulling back just enough to smirk against your lips.

“Mm,” she murmured, her breath fanning over your skin. “You do taste sweet.”

Tengen vs zenitsu is so real

screams into the void

Moms | Jinx x Fem!Reader | Arcane ¤

Summary: You are worried since your girlfriend has dissapear since Silco's death. Only for her to show up at your home, but not alone.

Warnings: SFW - SOFT - OFF CANON IN TERMS OF TIME - Worm joke - grammar mistakes - spoiler s2 - sad!reader - mentions of alcohol -

Even since the big explosion that took place in the uppercity the undercity had gone into a crisis of gang fights and just more violence.

No one really knew what had happened, there were rumors of Silco being dead, but who attacked the uppercity?

Well, since Jinx your girlfriend was a fan of gadgets, guns and bombs, and how she had stopped coming to your home to visit you, you connected the dots.

Then when her face was in a wanted poster it became real.

God you were scared for her, where was she? Was she safe? You did check her usual hideouts and the ones that were secretly for the both of you so no one would target you. But nothing. You were left with zero trace of her.

You had to push yourself out of your home to work and put a fake face of not caring when someone mentioned her, or when you saw the enforcments go around.

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Your day was long, so when you finally got home you left yourself fall on the old couch. Dust covered the place even if you have tried many times to clean it.

Just like any other night you started to feel sad, memories of you and Jinx coming back. How you met her, how she seemed curious of you at first and how you had felt like her experiment, then your first kiss with her, the cuddles, doing her hair and nails....

And so you started to cry again but your spiral of depression would have to wait since a knock at your door alerted you.

Now, you were born and raised in the undercity, you knew how dangerous it could be, thats why you have trained yourself on being able to use knifes and be quick on your feet.

You swiftly took out your blade going in silence towards the door, the knocking continued, being more frenetic.

Your heart went up fast your brain already thinking on vitals points to hit and a back door from the apparment complex till you hear it.

"No! Im not shooting her door"

That voice...

"Well because she is nice? You will love her, but no more than me"

You went quickly and opened it revealing a figure under a cape, but you could see the blue hair and pink eyes.

You were fast on pulling her in, no noticing the small kid that followed by her hand.

"Jinx! Fucking hell, are you alright? Wait, thats blood? Its not yours right? I need to get you cleaned, hold up"

Just as you were going to go and look for something she pulled you back and kissed you, it felt different, like this was a kiss that was more to ground herself than anything.

"Just...just shut up. And its not mine"

Jinx said getting away a bit. She could see your worried expression and by the look of your aparment and the alcohol bottles she could tell you had been dealing with a lot.

Fuck, why did she hurt anyone who got close?

Her mind stopped when she saw you go down on your knees and see behind her leg.

"Why do you have a kid with you?" You asked seeing the dirty kid who looked back at you then at Jinx then at you.

Jinx and the kid seemed to talk without saying a word, then with a nod from her the kid went to you and hugged you.

You were suprised and a bit taken back, but hugged her back.

"Suprise! You are a mom now, I know you have said how you wanted to adopt a kid if you could"

You gave a Jinx a pointed look then separated from the kid who had a different look now, a look of...fondness?

"Jinx...I- Im not even going to ask. Im just glad you are fine"

Her heart broke at your honest words and loving smile. She did swear no one would take you from her.

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Jinx insisted on you moving to her hideout, saying that someone could have seen her and your house was not safe anymore.

Honestly? You thought she was trying to make her own world there. A place where she, Isah and you could live under colors, see insects fights. Play hideout and just....be a family.

When Isah went to sleep you went to Jinx who was messing with her old gun, not getting it back together just...moving pieces.

"Jinx, you know this cant last forever" You had started to say slowly getting her to stop messing and look at you.

"Dont tell me you agree with lefty?"

You snorted at the nickname she had gave to Sevika.

"No, well maybe a bit. Look i dont want you to be a vigilant or anything, i want you to be whatever you wanna be. But, we are in difficult times now, and you Jinx" You said taking her hands in yours "You are what is keeping the others together, something i have never imagined"

"Because I jinx everything, right?"

You moved your head and made her look directly at you.

"You dont do that. Stop saying that. You met me, and we are together right? We have been together for so long, i dont plan on going anywhere".

"...Even if i turn into a worm?"

"Yes Jinx, even if you turn into a worm. I will still be at your side, loving you  and caring for you. But i wont let you be on our fights, sorry but you would be a loser"

And with both of your laughts the bitter reallity seemed to go away at least for now.

“don’t be afraid, my girl.”

“take me to the shore.”

“i’m not cold…”

“i’m not cold.”

“take my hand…”

“take a hold.”

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song: come - adrianne lenker

Matrimonio arreglado

Era el periodo Taisho, una época de cambios y tradiciones en Japón. En un pequeño pueblo donde las costumbres antiguas todavía florecían, Rengoku Kyojuro se encontraba atado a un destino que no había elegido. Su matrimonio, una unión concertada por sus familias, había sido acordado desde que él era un niño. Sin embargo, las promesas de honor y deber comienzan a desvanecerse cuando conoce a su prometida, Kana, una doncella dedicada de un templo tradicionalmente venerado.

La primera vez que vi a Kana, su delicadeza me sorprendió. En el jardín del templo, rodeada de cerezos en flor, parecía como si los dioses mismos la hubieran esculpido de pétalos y luz. Su cabello oscuro caía en suaves olas sobre su kimono, y su mirada reflejaba una profundidad que había anhelado ver en el alma humana. Me presentaron formalmente, y mientras intercambiábamos palabras vacías llenas de cortesía, un extraño fuego empezó a crepitar en mi interior.Kana, con su sonrisa tímida y su voz suave, evocaba una paz que contrastaba con la tormenta de emociones que en mí comenzaba a surgir. Nuestras familias estaban unidas por el deseo de mantener el honor, pero en mi corazón, comenzó a latir una inquietud. Pasé mis días entrenando como cazador de demonios, luchando por proteger a la humanidad, pero nunca había sentido una batalla tan intensa como la que libraba contra mi propio corazón.

La ceremonia de nuestra boda era un reflejo de las viejas tradiciones; cada detalle se había planificado meticulosamente. Recuerdo el sonido de los instrumentos tradicionales, las voces melodiosas de los cantantes del templo, y la fragancia del incienso que llenaba el aire. Me vestí con un kimono de formalidad, un símbolo del compromiso que me unía a esta noble doncella.Al mirarla caminar hacia mí en la sala del altar, con su rostro serenamente adornado por un obi, sentí una oleada de determinación. Durante la ceremonia, intercambiamos juramentos. Fueron palabras que resonaron en el aire, bajo la mirada atenta de nuestros seres queridos. En ese momento, comprendí que, aunque mi corazón anhelaba libertad, también deseaba cuidar de ella, de proteger la llama de su espíritu.

Los días posteriores a la ceremonia fueron una mezcla de formalidad y dulces descubrimientos. Cada día, después de mis entrenamientos, regresaba al hogar, donde el aroma de la comida casera y el sonido suave de su voz me recibían. Kana había asumido el rol de esposa con gracia y dedicación, manteniendo viva la tradición del hogar mientras su excelso amor poco a poco comenzaba a florecer en mis entrañas.Conforme compartíamos momentos simples, la rigidez de nuestras primeras interacciones comenzó a desvanecerse. Nuestros diálogos se volvieron más naturales; la risa salió entre juegos de palabras y el silencio ya no se sentía incómodo, sino como un refugio donde nuestras almas se encontraban. Gradualmente, lo que había comenzado como un estándar matrimonio arreglado se transformó en algo más significativo. Kana me enseñó las dulzuras de la vida doméstica; aprendí a encontrar belleza en lo mundano y, al mismo tiempo, ella empezó a admirar mi lucha y mis ideales como cazador de demonios.Las luces del atardecer fueron testigos de cómo, con cada día que pasaba, el respeto se convirtió en amistad y la amistad se impregnó de amor. En especial durante las noches, cuando me sentaba a su lado, el brillo de las estrellas hacía eco de nuestro nuevo vínculo. Bajo el manto de la noche, nuestras manos se encontraban como si, finalmente, el universo nos hubiera destinado a estar juntos. Era en esos momentos cuando entendí que el honor y el deber no estaban reñidos con el amor. En verdad, cada uno de ellos reafirmaba el otro

Así, seguí combatiendo en el mundo exterior mientras en mi hogar florecía un amor lleno de pasión y respeto. Rengoku Kyojuro, el cazador, halló su fortaleza en el amor por Kana, la doncella del templo. En la tradición de la era Taisho, en un matrimonio arreglado, descubrí que el destino no era solo lo que se esperaba de mí, sino lo que decidí forjar con mi propia vida y corazón. Kana y yo seríamos los arquitectos de nuestra historia, rodeados por las normas que nos unen, pero libres en nuestra voluntad de amar y respetar el uno al otro.

Musica : BTS Your eyes tell