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Could u do a Jinx (Arcane) stimboard? :3

Thx <3 ^^

Of course! <3 ^w^ (I've never watched Arcane before, so I hope this is alright! ♡)

Jinx (Arcane) stimboard !

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Siren otherkin stimboard

Could u do a Jinx (Arcane) stimboard? :3

Thx <3 ^^

Of course! <3 ^w^ (I've never watched Arcane before, so I hope this is alright! ♡)

Jinx (Arcane) stimboard !

💙 🩷 💙 / 🩵 🩵 🩵 / 🩷 💙 🩷

Batman: Hush (2019)

Every adaptation of Harleen Quinzel, a never-ending list [30/?]

Vampire otherkin stimboard

do it so good ;; jinx x reader 𝜗𝜚

this is pt. 2, pt.1 is here<3 cw: rival!au, noble!au, sub!jinx, masochist!jinx, dom!reader, slight voyeurism, hate sex (kinda), rough sex, slapping, implied shimmer usage, begging, ur still mean in this, men and minors dni. wc: 1,397 not safe or sane but def consensual!

As your quill glides across the document with tense preciseness, you find yourself thinking about those fuschia eyes that held such insanity in them.

It had been months since Jinx’s…confession that led to the moment of debauchery between you two. 

She went missing the next day- seemingly forgotten about by the public. By abandoning her title, she escaped the clutches of the citizens eye, but she did not escape you. 

Night after night your hands would go between your thighs and you would imagine her pleading for you once more, worshipping you like you deserved. 

Rumors arose that she abandoned her nobility status and got involved with lowlifes-much to no one's surprise. It was a relief to be free of the arguing, the constant irritation that came from every interaction with her. 

So why haven’t you been able to focus?

With a slam of your fist against the wooden desk, the ink spills over and stains the document. It spreads, covering your elegant signature with the dark liquid. 

Your fingers take the rest of the documents that were stacked upon one another and push them off. The papers float softly to the ground.

Jinx had ruined you from the inside out. Your skewed self-image had been destroyed, and you wanted revenge. She was going to pay, and you had an idea where she might’ve run off to.

While you changed into commoner clothing and hiked up the hood to hide your face- a seed of doubt had already been placed, one that made you leave your weapons at your manor.

Jinx had seen who you were and wanted you- needed you. She had broken through the picture-perfect facade and was infatuated. 

Deep down, you longed for that. 

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After sneaking to the lower parts of the city and avoiding as much trouble as you could, your patience was running low.

You’re not quite sure how you thought you would be able to find her.

Smoke wafted through the dingy streets, and you had to squint your eyes to see the dim lamp posts that led to different alleyways. 

A permanent frown had etched itself to your lips. 

It only grew as you heard explosions nearby. Your heart slammed against your ribs as you heard screaming- the click of peasant boots against the pavement only heightening your anxiety.

This was a stupid, idiotic idea-

“Mmf-” A muffled yelp left your lips as you felt someone wrap their hand around your mouth, pulling you into the nearest alleyway while the footsteps ran past you. Safely undetected. 

It was too dark to make out anything- but you could recognize that infuriating voice anywhere.

“Awwhh…I missed you too, princess.” 

Unable to hold yourself back, you bite Jinx’s hand as hard as you could. You ignore the hiss that you prompted from her mouth and twist around to face her. Your glare was pure spite. 

“I knew you’d be here,” You snarl, your hands going up to grip her shoulders tightly. “You never belonged with the rest of us anyway.” 

Not one to sugarcoat your words, that was the nicest thing you could’ve said.

But there was something different about the blue-haired woman. 

The two magenta eyes that were burned in your memory were now glowing- and her smile was manic, a form of insanity you’ve never seen from her before. Jinx’s nails dug crescent-shaped moons into your arms,her strength now on a different level.

You weren’t the only one who’s lost it, apparently.

Jinx hums, a low and menacing growl. 

“Been thinking about that night-” She grins, the hysteria swirling in her intense gaze.

“Knew you’d come looking for me after I confessed, but you ruined my plan.”

“Ruined?” With a sneer, you glance back to the main road to check if anyone was there. All that remained was debris from the explosion. 

“Ruined?” You repeat again. “You ruined my life,” Your knee goes between hers to lock her in place, and her legs part on their own. “And I can see you’ve ruined yours too- giving up your title like that.”

A giggle erupts from her lips- and it turns into a full-blown manic cackle. 

“Nooo…” Jinx sneers after the laughter dies down. “I knew you’d go back to ignoring me after that.” 

A pout, and you almost believe the wounded look on her face.

“So I snuck down here and built myself a hideout so that we could be together- though I thought I would have to go back up and kidnap you myself.” Another giggle.

That makes you freeze, and you squeeze her shoulders tighter. 

“Excuse me?” 

You hated her, you hated her, you hated her-

And yet you didn’t let go.

Jinx’s legs squeezed around your leg, the damp spot of her panties touching your bare knee. 

“Been so lonely without you,” She murmurs, her cold, pale hands going up to your cheeks. You could recognize the longing, the infatuation in her gaze, just like all those months ago. “Thought we could stay here...no one will find us,”

You respond by kissing her, your arms wrapping around her thin waist and pulling her closer, needing her closer. 

Her small chest rubs against yours as she revels in the way you took over, filling up her senses with the taste of your lips.

It’s rough, with teeth and tongue, but she moans when she feels a drop of blood spill from her lips. 

You pull back- panting with raw desire. “Why would I stay here with you?” You murmur against her lips, and you don’t miss the shiver that runs down her spine. She remains against the wall, the only sounds in the dark alley were your breathing and the distant shouts of commoners. 

Jinx doesn’t falter- and merely becomes more unhinged- more desperate. “I think of you every night,” She whispers and takes your hand, guiding them to her panties- your index hooking onto them. “Can’t get myself off anymore, need you to hit me again.” Her whine was breathy in your ear. 

You gasp at her words, closing your eyes as you recall her guttural moan when you slapped her back at the gala. 

“How pathetic.” Cooing at her, you drag her panties down her thighs. “Must be so hard, hm?” 

With a soft murmur, your fingers go between her thighs, her arousal dripping down her legs and onto your knee. 

Jinx’s babbles fall onto deaf ears as two of your fingers thrust knuckle-deep into her with an obscene squelch. She immediately matches your thrusts with her hips, her head resting against the dingy stone wall.

“Mmh- yes-” She giggles manically and stares at you- never breaking eye contact. “Hit me please,” 

Your free hand slaps the inside of her thigh harshly, interrupting her pathetic pleading with a sharp sting. You revel in the high-pitched squeal. 

“You don’t order me around.” You demand with another harsh slap to her other thigh, her juices coating your entire hand as more spills out. “Otherwise I’ll leave you here in your mess and go back to my manor,” The threat makes her whimper- and your fingers speed up. “Abandon you like you abandoned me.”

Jinx doesn’t catch the hurt in your tone, too caught up in the pleasure. 

She had gotten hooked up shimmer after she went missing- the high similar to the one she experienced with you. 

Drool drips from her mouth as she chases the similar feeling. Her chest lewdly rubs against yours- wanton moans spilling out of her as you keep going. 

Seeing her eyebrows etched in pleasure made your own thighs clench together. “Beg me,” You grit your teeth, your fingers curling. “Like you did that night.”

She was panting, clenching around your hand like a common whore. “Please,” Jinx whispers, her eyes welling with tears from the intensity. “Gods- please-!” More drool messily spills down her chest and onto yours, the sounds of her sloppy juices filling the alleyway. 

“Go on then, slut.” You hiss at her and slap her face this time. The ringing in her ears was the final push that she needed. 

Rutting against you, she lets out a high-pitched mewl as she finally gets the release she’s been longing for.

You lean in, murmuring in her ear. “Maybe I’ll consider staying down here with you.” 

With that, she grins, the madness returning in her gaze once again.

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taglist: @dreamyraincloud, @loohser <3

part two

obsession

series masterlist .. taglist .. masterlist

warnings: profanity, stalking/following, paranoia, mean!Daryl, aggressive Daryl, Daryl’s past, toxic relationship vibes, obsessive behavior, predator vs prey vibes

the role of the fox

You were suddenly aware of the weight of your footsteps as you carefully treaded over crunching leaves and dry twigs. Thankfully your vision adjusted to the low light after some time, but not before you got a few scrapes and bruises. In the dark, it was hard to avoid smacking your face on the low hanging branches, or tripping over the messy system of roots protruding from the earth.

Needless to say, it wasn’t long before Daryl caught wind of his uninvited tagalong. You were loud. He let you keep up the sneaky act for some time, though. Mostly, he just couldn’t figure out why you’d follow him in the first place. He wasn’t doing anything special. He had originally snuck off for a cigarette, but when he realized you were clumsily lurking in the background, he decided to just keep walking to see what you’d do. Eventually, he managed to evade you, backtracking a bit and circling back to sneak up behind you.

By then, you’d realized you lost his trail and you were just blindly feeling in front of you for the next tree to support yourself. He followed you like this for a while, just observing, thinking of the past. It reminded him of hunting with his father when he was a boy, trying to keep quiet, out of the way. Dad would often bring his old friend Bo out with them so they could drink and shoot while Daryl fetched the kills. One time, Bo brought a rabbit trap with a bunny he’d caught in his wife’s garden, eating up all her greens. When Daryl, a boy of just six or seven, asked what the bunny was for, the old man just grinned and crouched down to the boy’s level.

“Foxes.” The geezer gleamed, breathing his whiskey-hot breath all over Daryl’s face.

“Foxes?” Daryl repeated as he tilted his head.

“Yup.” Bo affirmed with a proud nod. “See, when we get on down by the creek, there’s a few dens. I seen em last week. Foxes. We let the rabbit go, the foxes’ll follow.”

“Then we shoot ‘em?” Daryl queried.

“Exactly, it’s a trap.”

So, back to you. You were clumsy, as previously stated. You stepped to loudly, not careful enough with the underbrush. Had you been hunting for food, you’d have disturbed any tracks that could have led you to a meal. You were also careless. You stumbled around blindly without a single care for whatever may have crossed your path, be it a walker or anything else. You weren’t in tune with your surroundings at all. Hell, you didn’t even notice him stalking so closely behind you. You were out of your element, but he was right where he belonged. He kind of liked it that way, too. He was good at it. It reminded him of the animal documentaries he’d seen before; he was the lion and you were the gazelle. He reigned superior.

Back at camp, he often felt the opposite around you. With so many watchful eyes, he hated the vulnerable feeling he got when you were near. He was used to the criticism of others. He already didn’t trust anyone there. He barely trusted his brother, the last of his kin. He was a loner. But you had the kind of eyes that seemed to pierce right through him, tethering him to reality he didn’t wanna face. He liked being in his bubble, closed off from the others so he could avoid unnecessary attachments. You forcibly reminded him of the humanity of others when he much preferred to consider them colleagues at best.

The more he watched you, the more he realized how peeved he was to be affected so largely by something so small; so puny and defenseless. He’d watched you enough to know you were no survivalist. Even the gazelles in the grasslands had a sense for danger when the lions were prowling nearby. You lacked their innate instinct to survive. You were more like a bunny, which inevitably meant he played the role of the fox.

Adrift in a sea of thought, Daryl didn’t notice right away how alert you’d become. You’d begun to sense the danger of being watched. Your pace quickened, you jumped at the sounds of the night. It sparked something in him. He knew he was scaring you. He could tell you were trying to get away. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to stop. Not a bone in his body felt the urge to step out of the shadows and declare his presence to be his. He didn’t know why. It wasn’t embarrassment that held him back, that much he did know. You followed him first, after all. Why was this so different? He was glued to your trail, unable to resist, regardless of whatever potential consequences awaited him. This must have been how those foxes felt, he thought. Back then he thought the foxes silly for falling for Bo’s tricks time and time again. Now he understood just how cruel this trap really was.

After trying to ignore it, you were finally sure you were being followed. The signs were subtle, but real. Even worse, you had no clue where you were. You figured the easy solution would have been to turn around and go back the way you came, as you were sure you hadn’t taken many twists or turns. It should’ve led you straight back to camp. The issue with that plan was the fact that you were sure someone was back there, and you weren’t ready to face that reality quite yet. You’d hoped you could just keep going, and whatever or whoever it was would lose interest, but you’d given up on that idea about forty paces back.

You guessed your only option was to run. Maybe you could lose them. With little time to second guess yourself, your adrenaline took over and kicked your legs into gear. You broke into a full sprint, unfazed when your shoulders smacked into passing trees. Daryl was caught off guard when you ran, but like a hungry beast, he chased after you. It was like you triggered his prey drive. His primal instincts had taken over.

Your voice began to betray you as you panted, winded from the chase already. Panic rattled your breaths. Your movements lost all fluidity. Eventually you lost your grounding and slid down the edge of a shallow basin. It wasn’t a bad drop — maybe three or four feet — but the roots and jagged layers of rock and dirt still tattered your top and scraped up the flesh beneath. Things were quiet at the bottom. You didn’t even hear any crickets as you sat there and caught your breath.

When you glanced up at where you fell from, no one was there. But, when you focused your attention to the other side of the basin, you saw him there. A tall, dark, burly figure. You didn’t recognize him at first, not until he stepped out into the light of the moon. You pushed yourself up to your feet in disbelief.

“You?” You whispered as he stepped toward you cautiously. “You chased me.”

He shrugged and felt around in his pocket for a moment, pulling a worn pack of cigarettes from within. He popped the skinny thing in his mouth and held it with his lips as he flipped open his zippo and took a long drag from the flame. A cloud of smoke shrouded around him as he exhaled. He took a step closer.

“What are you doing?” You demanded. He stepped closer. “Why’d you chase me?” You pressed on. He took a step closer. “I’ll scream.” You warned. He raised his eyebrows, amused.

“Nah. No point in that. It’s like ringin’ a dinner bell these days.” He rasped coolly.

“So then why’d you chase me?” You reiterated.

“Why’d ya follow me?” He shot back. You faltered, chewing at your lip.

“Well, why’d you come out here so late?” You wondered. He held the cigarette up. “All this for a cigarette?”

“Nah. Didn’t plan on comin’ out this far.” He admitted. “Just didn’t know what to think when I heard someone followin’ me.” He shot you an accusatory glare. You gulped and rubbed your arm in an attempt to soothe your racing pulse. You could sense his irritation. You wondered what he’d do to you for invading his privacy and following him. Surely, no good intentions could have led him to chase you so far away from the others before he finally confronted you for sneaking around. He took a final step towards you, shrinking the gap between you to about a foot of space.

You didn’t know what to say. He didn’t either. He didn’t even know why he said anything at all. He didn’t owe you shit, especially not an explanation. He should have turned around when you fell and left you to find your own way home. It would’ve served you right for creeping after him like you did.

“It’d do ya good to mind the business that pays you.” He warned, flicking ash away before taking another drag. “And, last I checked, I didn’t have you on my fuckin’ payroll.”

“I’m sorry.” You uttered quickly.

“The fuck does sorry do for me?” He scoffed. He looked down fiddled with the cigarette in his hand before he held it up in front of your face. “Here. Have some.” He offered.

“I don’t smoke.” You denied.

“I wasn’t askin’.” He whispered. You slowly reached for the nasty thing, pinching it between your fingers. The sickeningly sweet smell drifted up your nostrils. Your throat felt tight. Still, you managed a meek thanks. “My treat.” He said sarcastically.

You wrapped your lips around the dirty brown filter and took it in, exhaling smoothly.

“Pretty easy for someone who’s never smoked.” He commented.

“Didn’t say never. Just said I don’t.” You clarified. He huffed.

“You sure ya wanna be smart with me?” He asked.

“I’m not even sure I want to be alone out here with you.” You blurted.

“Just when I don’t know you’re there, right?” He retorted.

“I wasn’t trying to scare you, I just—“

A rough hand cupped your jaw and cut you off. His flared nostrils washed heavy breaths over your face. His fingers dug into your skin with a bruising force as he scowled down at you. Struggling was futile.

“Let me make one thing clear to you.” He growled. “I ain’t scared of nothin.” He spat, releasing your face harshly before he stormed away.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you rubbed over your sore cheeks and watched him disappear into the night. His chest was pounding with rage. How dare you accuse him of being afraid? Of you? Of anyone? Had he not proven himself fearless in the face of violence? His thoughts raced around his mind and consumed him. He wanted so badly to write you off as a little nuisance, nothing more. He couldn’t, though. He couldn’t stop thinking about it. Not that night, nor for days to come. You relentlessly invaded his thoughts at any given time. He didn’t even realize it then, just how comical it all really was. Not only were you the bunny — and he the fox — but he was also the hunter who set the bunny free. He walked right into his own trap.

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NPT - Alienkin

With themes of space, planets, and stars!

Names:

Martin

Martian

Alien

Lia

Star

Alastair

Stellar

Mars

Sunny

Jupiter

Pluto

Saturn

Venus

Blue

Orion

Constellation

Julian

Julia

Ariel

Jamie

Alice

Pronouns:

star/stars/starself

space/spaces/spaceself

warp/warps/warpself

ze/zers/zemself

xe/xers/xemself

venus/venuss/venusself

mars/marss/marsself

nep/neptunes/neptuneself

glorp/glorps/glorpself

alien/aliens/alienself

ufo/ufos/ufoself

unknow/unknowns/unknownself

planet/planets/planetself

out/outers/outerself

myst/mysts/mystself

gem/gems/gemself

extra/extraterrests/extraterrestself

myst/mysterys/mysteryself

strange/stranges/strangself

stranger/strangers/strangerself

sci/scis/sciself

Titles:

The Wonder of Science

The Unidentified (Descriptor (boy, girl, alien, etc))

(Prn) From Outer Space

(Prn) Who Flies The UFO

The Unidentified (Prn)

(Prn) From the Stars

(Prn) Who Mystifies

The One in The Stars

The One from The Stars

The Extraterrestrial (Name)

Requested by anon!!

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