Gift For My Darling @belovedmuichiro

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helping hand; jinx x fem!reader

classic sickfic. enjoy

i'm trying to put out fics over spring break but i'm also severely burnt out sorryyy

summary; jinx wakes up sick, and you’re there to help her. but the last thing she wants to do is admit she’s sick.

characters included; jinx

tags/warnings; sickfic, fluff, hurt/comfort ig?, emeto, jinx being stubborn

men dni.

mornings with jinx are usually quiet. you’re almost always the first one to wake up in a mess of tangled limbs, with jinx clinging to your chest, snoring loudly and leaving behind a little puddle of drool on your shoulder. she'd have all the blankets hogged to her side, probably have subconsciously elbowed you a few times throughout the night.

so waking up to the sound of retching without jinx there was the last thing you were expecting.

"jinx?! jinx!"

you swing your legs over the side of her cot and rush towards the bathroom, where you see jinx hunched over and clutching her stomach. she seems to be finishing up at least, but you crouch beside her and tentatively place a hand on her lower back.

"hey, babe. easy, easy. you okay?"

"i'm fine," she groans, coughing over the bowl and pulling back. she stumbles back onto her feet and reaches for her toothbrush with trembling hands. "sorry, i'm all gross..."

"you're not gross, probably just sick." you stand up beside jinx and place a careful hand on her forehead- slick with sweat.

"i'm not sick-" she insists around her toothbrush, voice slightly muffled before spitting out the toothpaste. "i don't get sick. i'm just... not at my best right now. yeah."

"babe, you're definitely sick. you're burning up."

dark brows knit together again, though jinx can't speak through brushing her teeth. her face is ever so slightly flushed, yet somehow she looks just a bit more pale than usually does. her voice has more of a rasp to it than normal, though you can't tell if it's from throwing up or from a sore throat. and her movements look more... sluggish.

"am not."

"you have a fever."

"i don't."

it's a fruitless endeavor trying to argue with jinx when she's like this, you know that. she's way too in over her head and cocky, and even when she's on the verge of bleeding out, she'll insist that she doesn't need help. it's only when you came into her life that she started accepting help, though begrudgingly and only from you. you've never seen her sick before, but whatever this is- it's bad.

"stay here, i'm gonna fetch a thermometer." you mutter, slipping out of the bathroom. jinx's initial reaction is to protest, but you're already gone. it's pointless now.

she sits on the cold tile with her knees tight to her chest, an almost comical pout on her face. once you return, thermometer in tow, you're standing over her with one hand on your hip. she looks like an angry kitten- disheveled and scowling, but not in a position to do any actual harm. you try to crouch down to bring the instrument closer to jinx, but she immediately smacks your hand away.

"i'm taking your damn temperature, babe. no getting out of this. say 'ah.'"

"you're kidding."

but you prod at her lips with the thermometer, and she hesitantly parts her lips. no part of your girlfriend is happy about this, yet she'll have to deal with it for now. the look in your eyes tells jinx that you're serious. no bullshit, no running.

101 degrees. holy shit.

"i told you, you're running a fever. a bad one." you mutter, before turning the thermometer so she can see it. she slowly looks over the numbers, but shakes her head- the best she can manage, anyways.

"no. it's gotta be... it's not workin' right. gimme that."

she reaches out to take the instrument, but you yank your hand back before she can. your eyes narrow, your tone firm. you set the thermometer on the sink, and take jinx by her shoulders.

"you have a fever, love. you just puked your guts out, you're flushed, and you're sweating. come on, let's get you in bed. i'll help you up."

she lets out a dramatic groan, rolling her eyes, yet she doesn't have the strength or energy to fight back right now. something you're grateful for, but her body feels like dead weight right now. you're nearly dragging her to her cot.

you place her down on the cot gently, giving her a moment to adjust and regain her bearings. you've seen jinx upset, angry, fighting, having episodes, but never sick. and you'd never expected it to be this bad- she's half-coherent at this point, but still insisting that she's fine. it's both frustrating and so endearing, because that's just so jinx.

"come on, lay down," you say, pointing to the head of her cot. she grumbles again, but scoots so that she's in a laying position on her back, her head turned to face you.

"ughhh, i'm fine! i told you, that thing's gotta be faulty or something. you don't have to take care of me, i'm not a baby."

you kneel down beside the cot, and take one of jinx's hands in yours. it's cold, colder than normal, yet still clammy. that's not normal, and it's only driving your point home.

"no, you're not a baby. but you're sick. i don't know how many times i have to tell you to get it through that thick head of yours," you sigh, though your voice carries no malice. rather concern. seeing jinx suffering like this makes you feel like your heart has been taken out of your chest and wrung out- how hoarse her voice is and how her face has a sheen that isn't usually there. "i wanna take care of you, okay? just let me."

jinx's lips form into a pout yet again, but she lets out a long huff. she seems to be in her head for just a moment, weighing her options internally, but eventually, she relents.

"fiiiiine. just don't go all overbearing on me."

you shake your head, chuckling lightly. "i won't. i'd uh.. make you soup, but i don't know if you could keep it down right now."

"mm... probably not."

"soup later, then," you concede, giving your girlfriend's hand a gentle squeeze. in one sudden movement, jinx uses all the strength she can muster to tug you up into the cot with her.

"c'mon, lay down with me." she scoots over in the small space, patting the empty spot that she's just made for you. she's got that look in her eyes that you can never say no to, not quite puppy-dog eyes, but a look of clear need.

"are you trying to get me sick?"

though you sigh in light amusement, rolling your eyes. you maneuver into a laid-down position beside jinx, but still leave enough space that she won't be a health risk. more than she already is. she's damn lucky you love her so much.

that's not enough for her, though. she furrows dark brows, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you close to her own body. directly facing you, before nestling into your chest. jinx's body relaxes a bit more at the touch, a tired sigh escaping the girl. one hand comes to rub at her lower back, slipping under her tee to feel the skin underneath. even though she's burning up and out of it, you can't help the gentle smile that tugs at your lips.

"this is fine, just no kissing."

"oh, come on!" she whines, magenta eyes flitting back up to you.

"no."

you're definitely gonna get sick anyways, but you'd die before you'd leave jinx without any kind of comfort.

this is good.

Just imagine Jinx about to devour your pretty pussy and stops to write on your thigh: JINX WAZ HERE, with an arrow pointing toward your wet center, before finally devouring you like a hungry woman. I would love it if you could write it down if you can!

IM SORRY IF THIS IS NOT WHAT WAS EXPECTED!! I’m not good at writing smut😭😭☝️☝️😒

“Welcome Home”

Jinx x f!reader

WARNINGS: Smut

WC:1848

Def not proofread

Jinx is full of surprises.

They can be good! But they are definitely unexpected.

She had been pent up from the last couple of weeks because she has gotten mission to mission back to back with no you to comfort her.

You had also been on missions back to back but in Ionia for weeks.

You haven’t been able to see each other for three weeks!

But now that all changes

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The door had barely clicked shut before you felt a body slam into yours, nearly knocking the breath out of you.

“Jinx—”

“Shut up.”

Her arms locked around your waist, and her face burrowed into your neck, breathing you in like she was afraid you’d disappear again. A breathy, almost whiny exhale left her lips, and she pressed a kiss to your pulse point.

“Three weeks,” she muttered. “Three. Weeks. D’you know how long that is? Do you know how fuckin’ much I missed you?”

You sighed, dropping your bag onto the floor and wrapping your arms around her. “I missed you too, baby.”

She pulled back, blue eyes flicking over your face, scanning you. The exhaustion must’ve been obvious—the deep-set tiredness in your eyes, the tension in your jaw. And if that wasn’t enough, Jinx could read you like an open book anyway.

“What’s wrong?”

You groaned, rolling your head back. “People. That’s what’s wrong.”

Her brows furrowed. “People?”

You exhaled sharply, fingers twitching against her waist. “Every time I turned around, someone was flirting with me. Some rich bitch, some cocky business guy, even my damn driver. I was so close to knocking a guy’s teeth out yesterday, Jinx, I swear—”

Jinx had already been irritated about the fact that you were gone, but this? This was fuel. Her fingers curled against your back, her nails digging just a bit too hard. She always got possessive, but this wasn’t just jealousy—this was frustration, anger, pent-up need.

And she wasn’t about to let you sit there all tense and frustrated and wound up tight when she could do something about it.

“C’mere.”

Before you could react, her fingers curled into your jacket and yanked you forward, crashing her lips against yours.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t slow. It was Jinx, raw and desperate, pouring all of her missing-you and how-dare-they-look-at-you energy into the kiss. Her teeth scraped against your bottom lip, her tongue dipped into your mouth, stealing whatever breath you had left.

Your hands shot to her hips, squeezing as you stumbled backward, your back hitting the door with a quiet thud. Jinx was on you, fingers fisting in your hair, knee slipping between your legs as she pressed you against the wood.

“You’re mine,” she mumbled against your lips, her breath hot, her hands sliding under your shirt, nails raking up your stomach. “Bet they wanted you.”

You shivered as her lips trailed down your jaw, her hands sliding under your jacket to press against the warm skin beneath. “Didn’t matter,” you managed, voice breathy. “They weren’t you.”

Jinx let out a low hum, pleased, as she nipped at your neck, her teeth grazing over sensitive skin. “Damn right,” she muttered before sucking a mark there, her tongue flicking over the spot to soothe the sting. Her hands roamed—slow, teasing, like she had all the time in the world now that you were finally home.

Your fingers tangled in her hair as she kissed her way back up to your lips, her breath hot against your skin. “Jinx,” you whispered, almost a plea.

She smirked, her hands gripping your thighs before effortlessly lifting you, making you gasp. “Shh, I gotcha,” she murmured, carrying you toward the bedroom. “You had a long trip, baby. Time to remind you where you really belong.”

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Here you are. On the edge of your shared bed begging for another release.

“A-ah…baby please” you moaned out arching your back closer to her face to feel more. Your fingers were intertwined with the bed sheet .

She stops and looks up at you, “please what?” She cocks a sly smile while she says that.

You pout at her words but reluctantly give in, “I… I need to cum” you move your hand to cross your arms making your boobs pop out.

“Well when you ask like that…” she suddenly stops at looks behind you grinning.

You turn around to see what she was looking at and she grabs your chin turning it back to her and chides “who said you could look away?”

She kiss your lips and lets out a soft hum. “I’ll be right back”

You lie down on the bed closing your eyes, hoping to get a bit of shut eye before she came back.

You were too drown out in your thought of what was she doing to realize that she came back and was writing something on your inner thigh.

You didn’t even register it at first but when she complied the first stroke you jerk up.

“What are you doing?”

“Shh…don’t you worry your pretty head about it” she says while slowly caressing your underboob before slowly moving up to your nipple, pinching it softly.

You let a whimper before looking down at her. She was…writing or drawing something on your thigh?

You didn’t really care because she was making you let out these pornographic moans but just playing with your nipple.

When she took her hand away you let out a sad whimper at the lost of her touch.

“It’s ok baby” she reassures you before diving back into your drenched cunt. She was moving at an ungodly speed, her tongue lapping around your poor swollen clit.

“Jinx— fuck. Please—ah. please let me cum”

You barely let out your moans betraying you mid sentence.

She hums into your clit sending vibrations up your body as to say ‘yes’

With the hum of her approval and her still lapping at your cunt maybe going even faster, you came all over her face while moaning out wildly.

“Ah! Fuck Jinx. Mm… ha—ha!” Your body jerks uncontrollably towards her face. Your fingers were holding onto the bedsheets for their life.

Soon the your high came down and you collapsed onto the bed. Closing your eyes you could barely register Jinx’s words before you were knocked out.

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You woke up groggy, the remnants of last night’s chaos still buzzing faintly in your skull. The room smelled like gunpowder, sugar, and something vaguely chemical—classic Jinx.

Stretching, you groaned, only to feel something… weird. Like dried paint, flaking against your skin. Blinking away the sleep, you sat up and glanced down.

Oh.

A streak of neon pink ran along your inner thigh, the texture thick and dry like it had been applied with purpose.

Jinx-level purpose.

You swallowed, a creeping sense of mischief crawling up your spine. Carefully, you swung your legs over the bed and shuffled to the cracked mirror hanging on the wall.

And there it was.

Scrawled in messy, chaotic letters—

“JINX WAZ HERE”

The paint marker had bled a little, the letters smudged at the edges, like she’d been giggling too much to keep a steady hand.

“Jinx,” you muttered, running a hand down your face.

As if summoned by sheer audacity, a snicker came from behind you.

Turning, you found her sprawled across the bed, grinning wide, blue eyes glinting like she’d just robbed a candy store.

“You like it?” she asked, chin propped on her hand.

You huffed, gesturing to your thigh. “You vandalized me.”

Jinx gasped, all mock offense. “Pfft, vandalized? No, no, sweets, this is art. My masterpiece. A statement.” She rolled onto her back, kicking her feet in the air. “Now everybody knows you’re mine.”

You crossed your arms. “Yeah? And what if I walk outside like this?”

Her grin widened, sharpened.

“Oh, I dare you.”

Your face burned. “You’re the worst.”

“Aw, babe,” she cooed, winking. “You love it.”

…Yeah. Yeah, you did.

IM TRYING TO COMPLETE ALL OF MY REQUEST TODAY AND TMR!!

I NEED FOOD

Yall see the results man, say less 😈

NOTE: PLEASE READ

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?

——

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. 🎀

Excellent.

You’ve done Kyojuro x Boobs, but what about Shinjuro x Boobs (I mean Kyojuro’s gotta get it from somewhere)

-🌕 (moon anon)

😧 how have I not done Shinjuro x boobs omg. You're so right!

Shinjuro Rengoku x Boobs

NSFW. F!reader. Booooobs.

Shinjuro has spent far too many years of his life warring with pain.

He craves softness and solace, gentle touches, comfort.

And he finds those things with you.

Shinjuro will lie for hours in your arms, head nestled against your chest while you play with the gold and auburn peaks if his hair.

Soft, rumbly sounds of pleasure roll from his chest, which he swears are just sighs but honestly, they sound suspiciously like purrs.

He grumbles but he doesn't actually mind being teased for it. He's happy, and he never thought he could possibly feel that again. He didn't even think he was worthy of it.

But if you persist in poking the bear, you should know what to expect next...

"Purring? I'll show you purring!"

He nuzzles his face between your tits, blonde spikes tickling your chest, groaning contentedly and letting his body go limp and heavy as if you've suffocated him, heart filled by the way you laugh and tell him he's terrible.

Those playful moments are so precious to him.

And they don't stay playful for long.

Soft kisses being to linger, his big, warm hands slide around your body to ease open your top, exposing your breasts to his eager mouth.

Just a peek to begin with... he likes to savor you and pay attention to every inch of skin.

He loves the way you tangle your fingers in his hair and push him down when he teases your nipple with slow licks

Golden eyes watching you, eager to do well.

His composure rarely lasts. He gets titty-drunk pretty quickly.

Shinjuro mouths your breasts like he's trying to fit the whole thing in.

He kisses them so slow and sloppy, making your nipples glisten so prettily.

The first time he sucked your tits he came from it. The excitement, the intimacy, the sounds you made, the way you reacted to his touch. It was all too much.

You shifted your leg, brushing your thigh against his lower belly and that was all it took for him to convulse through his orgasm, muttering a string of apologies against the plush of your breast.

But now... as much as he enjoys it, he wants to do well for you. Your pleasure is his priority, and gone are the days of simply chasing his own orgasm.

He'll suck your tits for hours if you let him, tongue languid yet absolutely insatiable.

And he'll happily make you cum as many times as you like, however you want it. Fingering you, fucking you, letting you cockwarm him, letting you ride his abdomen while you're on top. Whatever it takes to get you off, he'll do it.

Shinjuro is a man who lost almost everything, and now that he has you, he has no intention of wasting a moment.

I can’t get enough of this silly guy

Original idea by @/coma_0423 on twitter

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