*princess*

my one year of writing on this acc is coming up & I want to write smth special to celebrate !

“Do yourself a favor… and forget about me.” Commission for @thesubcritical 's fic: The Hound of Noxus

Jinx doesn’t like lies.

No matter how small they could be. Hell, you could lie about eating gum and she’d still be pissed. Because why? Why lie to someone who does everything for you? Why lie when she loves you.

She won’t hurt you, she won’t forgive herself for that. Just like Vander.. like Silco.

So she’ll get her anger out in different ways. Like, tying you to her special chair with the name ‘Jinx’ on it with a vibrator nuzzled between your thighs. And she’ll leave you like that. Watch the minutes pass by without a word if she has too. Though, she won’t. She’ll talk. Throw lazy insults in the air that meant nothing.

“You look crazy, look at your hair. My god.” “Why lie about somethin so stupid? I mean, jeez. It’s like lying if you stepped on shit or not.” “Say.. ‘Jinx you’re so amazing and I love you so much’ and.. I might let you free.” She doesn’t.

She’ll watch every change in expression, every twitch in your foot, anytime you tried to get loose and fail miserably. She’d throw out a little chuckle too.

It’s not like she wasn’t turned on from just watching you. She was. But even she could be patient. Sometimes. Ignoring the slight damp in her silly panties with the wrong week on them. Thursday, no silly, it’s Tuesday. But who the fuck is making sure she uses the right week?

She taps her foot on the floor. Tinkering with a false bomb between her fingers. She’s not bored but she needed something to touch. To keep her hands off of you.

Those sharp eyes watching your second orgasm on her blue vibrator she often used on herself. Tears in your eyes as you tried to squirm around. But nothing. Just a, “liar.” From across the room.

Edit: the fic i meant! Check them out guys it's really cute I couldn't stop thinking about this piece, literally

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You: (asking the questions now after you were interviewed by your husband earlier) Did you date this woman? *Holds up a photo of Selina Kyle*.

Bruce: *nods, face neutral* yes.

You: How the hell did you fumble a baddie—no scratch that—two baddies in this lifetime? Like, look at her! And then Talia! I would honestly cry myself to sleep every night if this happe—

Bruce: At least I didn't fumble the third one.

You: *pauses, head tilting in confusion* who—who's the third—

Bruce: *nods and pointedly looks at your hand that has your wedding ring*

You: *glances down with the same confusion until you realize he was referring to you* oh. O h.

Bruce: mhm

You: ...

Bruce: :)

The WIRED staff: 😏

You: *clicks tongue* smooth

Bruce: I know.