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You were balancing on your right arm on the bed, hoisting yourself up just slightly as your other hand rested over her stomach, her shirt riding up revealing some of her soft skin. You brush your finger tips along it, dragging your acrylic nails back and forth against her skin, lulling her even more into sleep minutes by minute.

You were rambling about something, nothing too important in particular, just talking to your girlfriend she hummed, lips parted, her eyes barely open at this point, fluttering shut. Her fingers stilled against your arm, the one that was thrown over her, pausing their gentle circles. You paused, your eyes darting to her lips for second before leaning in, placing a kiss to them, hoping to stir her awake.

You did, the gentle brush of your lips on hers making her wake up. Her eyes reopened, clearing her throat and her nose with a forceful inhale. “Sorry, what did you say..?” She whispers, yawning as she snuggled up even closer to you, if that was somehow humanly possible, she was already pressed up against you. Her leg lifted underneath the covers, securing its place overtop your own.

“Are you listening to me?” You whine, kissing her cheek, brushing her short, blue hair back so you could get to more skin to love on. She nodded, shivering under the covers, clear that she wasn’t cold, yet you were rather getting to her in the best way possible, at least in her opinion.

“What was I saying then?” You challenge, and she hums, like she was actually trying to relay what you were going on and on about 5 minutes ago. In the end, she shrugs her shoulders. “I don’t know, but.. something.” She responded, sleep lacing her tone as she began to grow tired again, falling asleep once more.

Just to tease her, and also annoy her, you pull yourself away, giving you enough space so that you’re able to lean down and kiss her lips again. She stirs again, groaning when she realized you were kissing her awake every time she tried to sleep. Her movements were gentle, so tired she couldn’t be anything more at the moment as she shuffled to move on top of you, pinning your wrist to the bedsheets.

“Trinket..” She coo’s in your ear as you wake up, fingers curling around your shoulder to gently shake you. You hum in response, blinking up at her. “Hi, come on.” She barely gave you time to respond as your pulled out of the comfortable bed and right up onto your feet, dragging you across the place to the main area where Isha was wearing a scary mask from an old Halloween costume, swallowing her head.

“Oh wow, you look very intimidating..” You said, as unenthusiastic as one could be. Jinx paused for a moment, taking a second to look over you. Maybe you were just tired, she did just Literally wake you up 20 seconds ago. Isha’s face contort behind her mask, which you guys can’t see.

“Okay, so..” Jinx starts, and you already want to scoff. You want nothing more than to go lay back down under the blankets and put on a movie. NOT a Halloween movie like they have been making you run through for the past week. So you end up scared, and upset.

“I’ve gotten all of our decorations..” Jinx says, pointing to the very obvious fact, boxes practically overflowing with stuff from over the years. She went all out, every single time, even more so each Halloween, like a challenge. How extreme and over the top can she go this year to make it seem like whatever she did the year prior was considered armature at best.

“And.. I bought all of us cute match sweaters..” She whispers into your ear, wrapping her arms around you to pull you against her. Your expression stays neutral, masking the sadness you felt. You move your head away so that she wasn’t so close to your ear, and she frowns.

Like the matching Halloween themed pj’s weren’t enough, she also got sweaters. You hadn’t put yours on at all, instead lounging around in shorts and thin tops.

And of course, Isha drinking her tiny cup of something pumpkin spice flavored. The straw went underneath the mask, as she chugged it. You sighed, shrugging her off of you. “Fine, where do we begin with.. all of this?” You ask, voice monotone, not rushing at all. It seemed like you’d rather be doing anything else than setting up fall decor, and you probably would. It makes you feel even worse in the end, anyway.

“Oh! And.. we can listen to some Halloween music..” She’d says, pressing play on a song. Though her expression dimmed when she realized how.. uninterested you were with this situation. She paused, before looking over at Isha. “Hey, go get the pumpkin and the tools in the other room, I’m going to teach you how to carve it. They should still be in the bag.. actually, just grab every thing.” She said, watching as the little monster ran out of the room. Great, even more decorations, like these 20 boxes filled the brim wasn’t enough.

“And the candy!” She added, hoping that she’d be gone for more than 5 seconds, giving you two enough time to talk with each other. She shoo’ed her out of the room, Returning her full focus back onto you now as you bent down, beginning to open a lid to pull out the items when you felt familiar hands grab your hips.

“You look pretty..” She whispered, pulling your backside against her, kissing the side of your head as you stood back up, back to her chest. You hummed, holding a few different things, which she carefully grabbed out of your arms, tossing them onto the couch so that they wouldn’t break, expect land on a cushion. “What’s wrong, hm, trinket..?” She asks, turning you around so you face her, backing you up until the back of your thighs came in contact with the arm of the couch. She caged you in, arms bracketing your waist as she leaned in close.

“I’m fine, baby.” You try to reassure, only for jinx to shush you with her lips against yours. You couldn’t resist her kisses, she knew this. And if this was the only way you’d feel better, she’d have her lips on yours all hours of the day.

It started off slow, then progressed into a slow make out, it took your mind off of how sad you were for a moment, your arms wrapping around her neck to hold her to you, tilting your head to let her kiss you deeper. She moans against your lips, blocked out by the sound of the Micheal myer theme blasting (LOLOL).

But, you were rudely interrupted when she felt isha’s tiny taps against side, and the rustling sound of the bags. She pulled away, looking down. “Hey, nice job, kiddo.” She said, pulling away from you entirely to sort through the few bags that she brought, looking up at you while she did so.

“You look so pretty with your glasses.” She said one day, just.. admiring you, but there was hunger behind her soft, loving gaze. You looked over at her, adjusting the frames that sat on your face, smiling over at her. “Thank you, baby.” You whispered, kissing her cheek, holding her jaw in your hands as you let your lips linger against her skin, feeling you smile mid kiss.

“In fact, I think you’re almost a little too pretty..” She teased, her hands moving to hold your waist, laying you down against the nearest flattest surface, kissing your lips. You hummed, wrapping your arms around her neck, hoisting your legs up to wrap around her middle, holding you against her.

Her kisses got longer, sloppier, groaning when she felt you thighs tighten against, squeezing her waist gently as you began to feel a soft throb between your legs, growing increasingly wet. You moan softly, thrusting your hips against her, trying to grind yourself up against her front to give yourself some friction.

“Come on, spread ‘em.” She said, as you eagerly spread your thighs, opening yourself up to her. She paused, taking a moment to admire you, she helped slide your pj pants off, showing her the giant wet patch that soaked through your pink, lacy panties. She laughed, slapping her palm down against your clit as your hips jerked. “Shhh, shh, I’ll give you what you want..”

She lowered her head against you, sliding her tongue over where you hot and slick, dripping for her. “You just keep those glasses on while I eat this sweet cunt, yeah?” She said, groaned at the sweet taste of you on her tongue, lapping you up like you were the only source of water for miles. Your thighs held her head in place, squeezing her hardly, not that she minded, it made her absolutely soaked when you used her for you own liking. Your heel pressed into back, holding her in place while she ate you out.

“You’re this wet from me telling you how pretty you are? You always get this soaked for me?” She said, muffled against you as her tongue worked.

You stood awkwardly in the room, listening to the sound of the water running, the pipes squeaking from the sudden surge of water spewing out of the faucet.

You were in nothing more than a towel. Your old clothes you were previously wearing discarded on a pile on the floor along with hers. You stayed quiet, avoiding your gaze from her as you kept the towel around your body, doing little to keep you warm from the cold of the room. It was soft, surprisingly soft, probably from Piltover because only the best for her trinket.

She held her hand under the water, waiting rather impatiently until she would finally feel a change in the temperature, the warmer water slowly but surely coming in after a minute or so. She wouldn’t make you succumb to the cold water, she was mean but she wasn’t toxic.. not that toxic.. not to you. Plus, she didn’t want to be cold. She sighs, messing with something to turn on the shower head, flicking the water off of her hand like she wasn’t about to get her whole body wet. The space was small, it would be comfortable enough it was just you, or her by yourself. But being it was both of you, it seemed crammed, like you’d have to be on top of her, and maybe she wants that.

“Drop it.” She said firmly, leaving no room for argument. You paused, your hands hesitating at the top of the towel wrapped securely around you so that it wouldn’t fall. She has seen you naked multiple times, she stalked you for months before you realized, and she changed you while you were knocked out.

You figured that was her favorite sentence, since she said it so often. Whether you had an attitude with her, which she couldn’t blame you. She had captured you, you had all reason to be mad at her. Or when you kissed her, trying to get her to undo the chains on your wrist. And she did, and you grabbed the nearest, sharpest object, holding it out between the two of you as you created a distance in the room, taking steps backwards away from where she was standing.

“Awh, you’re so cute!” Her voice was high, obviously she was being sarcastic. Anger flashed behind that, maybe even disappointment. You wanted to harm her, but on the other hand, she really thought you loved her, that you finally realized she was all you needed. She lunged forward, the glass shattered against the hard ground into pieces as she held you down while you squirmed and yelled. “Shhhh.. shh, shh..”

“Or I’ll do it for you.” You snapped back as she stared at you, her fingers curling around the edge of the towel. You sigh, dropping it, letting the fabric fall to your feet as you stood there.. bare sns vulnerable. She stopped, eyes roaming over you. She’s seen you naked before, as previously stated, but gosh, you were so beautiful to her. One of the many reasons, this one less toxic and screwed up compared to tons of others, that she fell in love with you. She has a whole list of thousands of things listed one after another.

She helped you over to the bath. You were fully capable of doing all of this yourself, but she wanted to “help”.. probably just because she wanted to be close to you, but oh well. You held yourself close, shaking under the warm water. Not that she was making you scared, more so you were feeling rather shy than anything, you were just freezing cold. She held you against her, the mix of the warm water and her body heat doing wonders.

“See, it’s so much easier when you cooperate with me..”

You bit back a moan, for some reason you felt so comfortable. You yawned, arms weakly wrapped around her to help hold yourself up.. that’s what you told yourself, at least. You stayed holding each other under the water, her lips trailing all over your face, smiling against your skin. You let her, growing fuzzy inside. You shouldn’t be feeling so.. fond of her after what she’s done, taking you all for herself.

She decided that she should probably wash you, grabbing the soap and moving over your back. Her hands were calloused, but gentle. You grew sleepier against her, not that you’d admit it to her, but she could feel how you leaned more of your weight against her. She wouldn’t hurt you, or let you get hurt, have you seen her muscles? Even if she were to hurt you, it would never be physically..