#No Longer My Body//Hoverboard

[reckless-weasel]

-> A body was lying face up at the entrance of Playground. Limp and motionless, a gentle beeping sound coming from... The body itself? - @metallic-claws

Hover stopped. It was normal to find a dead body almost anywhere these days. Such a violent world they live in. He tilted his head at the beeping though…a bomb? Maybe…

He stepped closer, leaning in to get a better look.

[reckless-weasel]

Hover whined, ears drooping. Something was wrong but, there was no way the other was going to admit it.

He opened his eyes for a second before closing them. Sometimes Hover had morning pain. It kicked him in the ass more times than he could count.

He whined, rolling over and clinging to the first thing next to him. That was Cooler. The weasel snuggled in, tail wrapping around his waist.

He seemed to still be waking up…

@reckless-weasel

-> Cooler, who was wide awake and didn't get much sleep, just made a soft little squeaking noise when Hover hugged onto him, his bushy racoon tail fluffing up a little. "Mornin', tough guy..."

[honey-tongued-devil]

[Arcane preference] reacting to their s/o wearing mobility aids

When I said I was prioritizing the illnesses I had, I didn’t expect the hypermobile Ehlers-Danlos syndrome, but here we are. For those who don’t know what it is: it’s a genetic condition that affects the ligaments, making them longer and/or looser, which cause problems over time. In my case, it affects my legs, so I’ll write about those. As always, if you want to read more of my work, you can click on the coloured texts! here the Tumblr masterlist, and here are the first two chapters of Everytime it Rains.

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Jayce:

He’s well-versed in what to do and not do, being around two people with a similar condition (though he’ll never call it a "disease" out loud for fear of making anyone uncomfortable).

His help is as subtle as possible: he’ll grab your backpack, shoulder bag, or anything else you’re carrying to keep you from overexerting yourself.

During walks, he’s the one who’ll suddenly mention it’s getting cold, too hot, or that he just remembered something, as soon as he senses you’re getting tired, assuming your fatigue is worse than his.

The first time you said, “I’ll pass, my knees are about to bend” he didn’t realize they bent backwards, and when he saw what that actually meant, he went pale.

He felt guilty about his reaction for at least a week.

Viktor:

Tell him something he doesn’t know.

He’s the one who’ll comment, “Where’s your brace?” if he sees you with bare legs and no aid, maybe tapping your foot lightly with his cane to emphasize his disapproval.

On the bad days—when fatigue, cold, or any external factor makes both of your legs useless—you end up helping each other out, spending most of the time on the couch with pillows under his knees and your legs draped over his.

If you have to do something alone while he’s busy, he’ll ask Jayce to accompany you, ensuring you don’t overdo it without realizing.

Ekko:

Honestly, he couldn’t care less. I mean, it’s not a big problem for him

The first time he saw your knees bend weirdly and too much, he just said, “Ouch.”

Other than that, there are hoverboards! If your legs stop cooperating at some point in the day, he’ll just have you balance seated on the hoverboard, saying it’s a gentleman’s duty to escort such an attractive lad/lady around.

He doesn’t ask what you want or need; he just does it, whether it’s bringing you food or removing your knee brace to let your skin breathe.

If he’s going to be away from the house for a while, he leaves a few things ready for you, like water bottles, so you don’t have to strain yourself carrying them up the stairs on your own.

When he sees you’re worn out, he’ll ask if you want a massage, using some body butter to improve circulation, relieve stress, and keep your skin elastic.

Vander:

His first instinct would be to carry you, but since that’s sweet yet sometimes awkward, you both agree that at night ‘it’s a man’s right to carry his wife/husband to bed, disability or not’.

He doesn’t know exactly how to help, so aside from asking if you need anything—like grabbing your aids, bringing them to you, or helping you put them on—he won’t push, knowing you’ll ask for help if you need it.

If you need to go upstairs, he’ll always walk behind you so that if your knees give out, he can catch you and avoid disaster.

At least two rectangular pillows appear in every useful room so you can place them under your knees. The problem is that you forget about them most of the time, so they’re not much help—at least until he comes along, lifts your legs, and places them in a more comfortable position.

"My legs hurt."

"Oh no, I’m sorry, I’m afraid we’ll have to cut them off," he jokes with a mock-serious expression, bursting into laughter when you swat at him in response.

Silco (old man):

Some things you could do on your own but feel more intimate when done together. That’s why you often trot into his office with the fabric sleeve and brace in hand, handing them to him, and he gives you his shimmer syringe in return.

There’s no specific reason beyond the mental closeness and vulnerability of the act.

“Too tight?” will always be his question, even though he knows by now how to adjust it perfectly and doesn’t need to ask.

When you’re together, he’s the one to carefully remove it, stroking your leg while lost in thought.

He never sends anyone to assist you; instead, he asks if you think it would be better to have someone accompany you, making sure you reassure him if you insist you can manage alone.

Silco (Young Man):

Zaun isn’t exactly suitable for crutches or unsteady footing, so as soon as you let him know about your condition, he feels even more compelled to improve the city (or at the very least, smooth out the streets).

He’ll ask questions—few but direct—to understand what it is and how he should act.

If you drop something, he’ll be quick but subtle about picking it up and putting it somewhere easier for you to reach.

“Do you want to go home?” is the question he’ll ask you most often, even if it’s just with a look, despite you explaining multiple times that you’ll let him know if you can’t keep going.

But he knows you push yourself beyond your limits, so he worries.

At night, he’s made it a small ritual to massage your legs when you stretch them out in bed, and it actually helps relieve the tension.

Jinx:

“I can make you a mechanical one.”

When you explain what the condition is and that you don’t need a replacement leg but help for the ones you have, she starts carrying around a notebook, taking notes on the “flaws” of your aid to make you a custom version better suited to your daily life and body.

“I’ll do it!” is her go-to response for anything you need to do that she thinks takes too much effort. She doesn’t even ask; she just throws herself into it with so much enthusiasm it becomes amusing after a while.

You don’t have many intact knee braces or aids left, because according to her, they were “boring,” and she’s customized them—though they still work pretty well.

Even if she won’t admit it, she’s become even more protective of you. For example, if someone bumps into you in the street, she’s ready to jump to your defense immediately.

Vi:

She doesn’t really know how to react or respond because of how versatile the condition is. How does she figure out which days your legs won’t work and which ones they will? Or when they’ll start hurting before it’s too late?

You two agree on a small code: you tap her hand or shoulder three times rhythmically when you start to feel fatigued so that if you’re in public or with company, you don’t have to announce it to everyone if you don’t want to. She’ll immediately understand.

She’s a little scared of doing the wrong thing. She doesn’t know how to handle it and, even though she tries not to, she starts to perceive you as more fragile, moving with a fear of accidentally hurting you.

But she learns over time. She’ll simply ask more often if you need anything when she’s going to the kitchen or the store.

And when you’re cuddling, she’ll pull your legs onto hers.

Caitlyn:

She asks you to explain the condition to her—what you can and can’t do and how she can help.

She’s the ultimate advocate for your aid.

If you skip wearing it one morning because you don’t feel like it or the pain hasn’t started yet, you can bet she’ll notice and say something.

Sure, it can be a bit annoying, but considering it’s a degenerative condition, you know she’s right, so you can’t really get mad at her.

If you’re just not in the mood, she’ll put it on for you herself, with such care that you start to wonder if there’s an instruction manual she got that you didn’t.

Beyond that, she’s not overbearing. She trusts that you’ll communicate when you don’t feel like doing something, and she doesn’t presume to know your limits better than you do.

Mel:

It’s not too much of a problem, considering most of your activities together don’t involve much walking or moving due to her work.

That doesn’t stop her from taking an interest, though. At least once a week, she’ll ask you how your legs are

If they hurt, if you need different support or more comfortable shoes, or if you just need a footrest or a cushion—she’s ready and ensures everything you might need is on hand. If she can’t get it herself, she’ll send someone.

During dinners, she privately asks whoever is in charge of arranging things to provide you with a footrest and an extra cushion on your chair. If you tell her it’s unnecessary, her response will be, “Can’t I spoil my partner a little?”

She knows you’ll let her know if you’re having issues, but she takes all the necessary precautions to ensure no problems arise in the first place.

Sevika:

Again, tell her something she doesn’t know.

The difference between your legs and her arm—besides the fact that yours are still intact—is that they require less messy and time-consuming maintenance than hers. So not only does she not mind helping, but she hardly even notices.

She won’t ask if you need anything unless you say so or show explicit signs of struggling. It’s a deliberate choice to avoid making you feel like she thinks you’re not independent or capable.

On the couch or in bed, she’ll have you rest your legs on hers and prop you up with cushions behind your back, making sure you’re fully supported.

[violetskylights0]

Back to You

Vi x Reader Fluff and a bit of Angst

Summary: Its been seven years without Vi and you both desperately want to reconnect. But why is it so hard to look her in the eyes? -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

The tunnel stretched out endlessly, its walls echoing every step as you and Vi trudged through the damp underbelly of Piltover. The air was thick with the scent of mildew and rust, but you barely noticed.

Not when Vi was here.

“How did I let you talk me into this.” Vi mumbled as you hear the echo of your boots splashing against the wide tunnel you were wadding through. 

“Because you missed your best friend? I mean c'mon we have seven years of  to make up for.”You smiled back at Vi making her roll her eyes. 

“It has been that long huh?” Vi remarked as the air between you both grew silent. 

Vi anxiously looked down at the hoverboard she was holding thinking of what she wanted to say. That she missed you? That she never should have left you in the first place. 

She opened her mouth to speak just as you started seeing the spillover city lights at the end of the tunnel. 

“Isn't Ekko going to notice two of his hoverboards are missing?” Vi brought up unable to voice her thoughts as she saw you were still tense? Reserved? 

“Since when have you cared what Ekko thinks? I believe you used to say that you taught him everything he knows.” You grin trying to hide the tint of sadness in your tone. . 

“Don’t you go bitching out on me now Pinky” you joked as Vi’s eyes lit up at the old nickname. . 

When you reached the end of the tunnel, you stopped to take a deep breath, the cool night air brushing against your face and filling your lungs. The stale weight of the tunnel slipped away, but something else lingered—something you couldn’t quite name.

Vi stepped up beside you, her gaze fixed on the city sprawled out below. She leaned on the railing, silent, but you could feel her eyes flicker to you. The weight of her attention was almost too much to bear, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to meet it.

For a fleeting moment, you wondered—had she thought about you during those seven years the way you thought about her? Did she replay the sound of your laugh, the look in your eyes, the way you used to make each other feel invincible?

The thought sent a sharp ache through your chest, so you shoved it down, burying it with the rest of the questions you weren’t ready to ask.

As Vi leaned over the edge, you let your eyes linger on her face, trying to read the expression she wore. Her sharp features were shadowed in the dim light, her brows furrowed ever so slightly. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen her look like this—uncertain, even hesitant. Vi had always been an act-first, think-later kind of girl, bold to the point of recklessness. Timidity didn’t suit her, and seeing it now left an unfamiliar pang in your chest.

Breaking the silence, you set your board down with a soft thud. “I won’t make you start from here,” you said quietly, the ghost of a smile tugging at your lips. “I’m not cruel enough to let you plummet into the river at two in the morning.”

Vi glanced at the board, then at your outstretched hand, before her lips curved into a crooked smirk. “My hero,” she said, her sarcasm undercut by the way her fingers hesitated before sliding into yours.

The warmth of her hand in yours was enough to make your pulse stutter, but you masked it with a playful scoff. “Keep it up, and I’ll make sure to nosedive,” you teased, kicking the board on as it hovered just above the ground.

Vi’s grip on your hand lingered a second longer than necessary before she stepped up onto the board behind you. The slight shift in weight brought her closer, and for a moment, the quiet hum of the board was the only thing filling the space between you.

You felt Vi’s hands settle on your hips, her grip firm but careful as she pulled herself close against your back. The warmth of her body pressed into yours, steady and unyielding, and you tried—really tried—to push the thought of how natural it felt to the farthest corner of your mind.

But the way her fingers lingered, just shy of possessive, and the soft breath you could feel at the nape of your neck made it impossible to ignore. Your heart betrayed you with a traitorous stutter, and you clenched your jaw, determined not to let her see how much she still unraveled you.

“I’ll consider going slow,” you warned with a grin, already feeling the mischievous thrill bubbling up as you kicked the board into gear and shot out of the tunnel.

“You asshole!“ Vi’s voice rang out, a mix of shock and something that sounded dangerously close to a laugh. You looped fast and sharp, the rush of wind whipping past as you turned straight for the open distance.

You felt it before you saw it—Vi tucking her face into the crook of your neck, her grip tightening like her life depended on it.

“The big bad Vi… scared of heights?” you teased, barely able to contain your laughter. “If I’d known it would shut you up this quick, I would’ve taken you for a ride ages ago.”

“Shut up,” she muttered, voice muffled but carrying enough heat to make you grin wider.

Her hold on you didn’t falter as you spotted a nearby ledge, angling the board to land. As you touched down, her arms lingered just a moment too long before she finally loosened her grip. 

“Land, sweet land,” Vi groaned, throwing herself dramatically flat on the ground as you popped your board into your hand.

“C’mon, drama queen, it’s your turn.” You nudged her lightly with your foot, earning a muffled laugh as she lifted her head to look at you. For a split second, her eyes softened—something unspoken passing between you—before she quickly sat up, brushing herself off.

“Have some mercy on me,” she whined. “You’ve been riding these for years. You weren’t nervous when you first started?”

“I’m never scared of a challenge.” You smirked, enjoying the rare sight of Vi hesitating.

Her eyebrow quirked up, skeptical. “Need I remind you of the time you tried jumping from one rooftop to another?”

“Um, I was like ten,” you shot back, crossing your arms in mock indignation.

“And?” Vi’s smirk widened as she shook her head.

You shook your head smiling. 

“All this talk and yet you can only delay for so long.” You teased

“Fine,” she sighed dramatically, picking up her board. “I’ll ride the stupid thing.”

“Atta girl,” you teased, your grin stretching as Vi placed her board down, muttering something under her breath. Moments like this, where your banter felt like old times, sent your chest fluttering before you could shove the feeling away.

“Tap the back twice to turn it on,” you instructed, setting your board down as Vi watched you intently. There was a trace of something in her gaze—something that made your pulse quicken as you met her eyes for just a second.

You couldn’t help but smile when she jolted a little as her board lifted. The frantic look in her eyes, the uncertainty—it was so different from the confident Vi you usually saw. Without thinking, you reached out and grabbed her hand, your fingers brushing against hers.

“The technique to this thing is not to overthink it,” you said, trying to hide the way your heartbeat had picked up. “Just… feel.” You shrugged, keeping your touch light.

Vi stared at you blankly, her lips curling slightly into that teasing smirk. “That’s all the advice you have, oh wise one?”

You nodded, not letting go of her hand. "Mhmm." There was a small challenge in your voice, but something more in the air between you both. You could feel her pulse quicken against your palm.

“Now let’s ride,” you said, a playful glint in your eyes. For a second, you swore you saw her cheeks flush—just a hint of color before she quickly looked away.

You kept it low to the ground, just five feet or so, not wanting to push her too hard. As the two of you slowly inched out over the ledge, your hand gripped hers tightly. The quiet tension between you was impossible to ignore now. Every small movement felt amplified, the distance between you shrinking with each second.

“I’m going to let go of your hand now, okay?” you said, your voice soft.

Vi’s grip tightened, her eyes wide with a quiet panic, before she glanced up at you. Your hand moved closer to her cheek, brushing softly as you spoke again, “Keep your eyes on me.”

You could’ve sworn she glanced at your lips—just for a second—but she quickly locked her gaze back on yours. Her breath hitched, and your chest tightened as the world seemed to narrow to just the two of you, suspended above the ground.

“Now lean forward,” you whispered, guiding her as you both moved in unison. You could feel her body responding to yours, and for a moment, it felt like you were connected more than just physically.

“That’s it. Keep going!” you encouraged, your voice steady, but your pulse racing as she started gaining confidence.

It only took half an hour before Vi was moving in rhythm with you, her movements a little more confident, a little smoother.

“See? You were always able to pick stuff up fast,” you teased, trying to hide the proud smile tugging at your lips.

“Maybe it’s because I had the best teacher,” Vi shot back with a grin, her eyes twinkling.

Before she could catch the way your eyes softened, you cut her off with a grin, eager to keep things light.

“I bet I can still win in a race,” you said, clearing your throat and pretending to look all serious.

“Oh yeah?” Vi smirked, already knowing she couldn’t resist a challenge. She leaned forward on her board, her confidence rising.

You glanced ahead, narrowing your eyes at a distant boulder.

“Let’s go to that boulder and back. First one back has to do laundry for all the kids next week,” you proposed, sticking your tongue out playfully as you kicked off the ground.

“You’re on,” Vi grinned, mimicking your move.

You gave a quick countdown, and just like that, you were off—speeding across the uneven terrain. The wind whipped around you, and you could hear Vi right behind you, matching your speed perfectly.

You reached the boulder first, slapping it triumphantly, but before you could even think about turning back, you saw a streak of pink flash past you in your peripheral vision. Your heart skipped as you saw Vi zoom ahead, her laugh loud and free.

“Wait, no way!” you shouted, watching her move effortlessly ahead. But as she pulled farther out in front, you heard the unmistakable sound of her hitting the ground with a thud.

You didn’t even hesitate. You hopped off your board, rushing toward her.

“Oh shit, shit, shit,” you muttered, panic creeping into your chest as you watched Vi sit up, groaning. Every nerve in your body screamed for her to be okay, to not be hurt in a way that could pull her away from you again like last time. You kneeled in front of her, your hands shaking as you brushed her hair back, your eyes scanning her face for any signs of serious injury.

“Are you okay? I shouldn’t have gone so fast, I’m so sorry, Vi,” you rushed out, the words tumbling out in a jumbled mess as your heart hammered in your chest, that familiar anxiety threatening to spill over. The thought of losing her—again—gripped you tighter than anything.

Vi seemed to notice the panic in your eyes, her voice laced with a quiet concern. “Hey, hey… I’m fine. Just a few scrapes,” she reassured you, but there was a subtle hitch in her tone.

You tried to swallow the fear clawing at your throat as you fumbled for your satchel. “I should have something in my bag,” you said, almost robotic as you pulled out some alcohol and bandages, your hands still unsteady.

Vi winced as you poured the alcohol over her scrapes, and you immediately regretted it. “Shit, sorry,” you muttered, trying to regain some composure, but it was hard. Too hard.

“You’re not used to this feeling by now?” you asked, your voice tight as you attempted to shift the focus from the growing unease inside you.

Vi's eyes softened as she looked down at you. “You used to patch me up all the time, huh?” she remarked, but there was something different in her voice—something raw, as though she wasn’t just talking about wounds and bandages anymore.

“No matter how much you yelled at me for getting in another dumb fight, you were always right there,” she said, her words trailing off.

You froze. You hadn’t heard her say it like that before. That unspoken history between you two hung in the air, thick and heavy, and your eyes met hers. The look in her eyes… it was the same as the one she had that night, when she decided to turn herself in. It sent a jolt through your body, the fear suddenly settling in your stomach all over again. You’d never been able to handle seeing that look on her, because it always meant something you couldn’t stop, something you couldn’t fix.

You cleared your throat, standing up to put some space between you, but before you could fully rise, Vi grabbed your arm, pulling you back.

“I’m… sorry,” she said quickly, her words rushed and raw, like she hadn’t meant to say them but couldn’t hold them back anymore.

“It was a dumb idea robbing that apartment. It was even more dumb not letting Vander handle it… I just…” She sighed, a deep, weary sound that felt like it came from somewhere far too old for her.

You felt your breath catch, your heart aching at the way she was looking at you now.

“You didn’t even consider how I felt,” you cut in, your voice shaking with emotion, and for a moment, Vi froze, clearly not expecting the sharpness in your tone.

“I told you not to go that night. You promised you wouldn’t.” Your voice cracked as you spoke, and the rawness of it seemed to hit Vi harder than anything else you could’ve said. Your chest tightened, and it was hard to keep the tears at bay. “I thought you’d come back... I thought we'd have more time...”

Vi's face softened with guilt, but you couldn’t stop now.

“That’s what I couldn’t stand about you, Violet!” The words spilled out before you could hold them back, each one heavier than the last. “You always thought you knew what was best. You’d throw yourself into danger to protect me, but you never asked me how I felt. You never thought for a second that I wanted to protect you.”

Vi looked taken aback, the words landing harder than you expected. Her eyes softened, and she stepped closer, but you took a step back, shaking your head.

“Forget it,” you muttered, your voice breaking as you turned, your feet carrying you away before you could stop them. But then, before you could take another step, Vi grabbed your arm, gently spinning you back toward her.

Her touch was tender, but you couldn’t meet her eyes right away. You were still too angry, still too hurt.

Vi’s voice was soft, but there was a vulnerability to it that made your heart ache. “I never meant to hurt you,” she said quietly. “I thought I could keep everyone safe, but... I see now I wasn’t thinking about you. About how you felt. I’m sorry, I should’ve listened. I should’ve come back. I’m so sorry.”

You opened your mouth to speak, to say something sharp, but you couldn’t. The truth was, you wanted to hear her say that more than anything, but it still wasn’t enough. Not yet. You crossed your arms tightly, still feeling the weight of everything between you, but Vi stepped closer, her hand reaching out for yours.

“I’m sorry for breaking that promise,” she said, her voice soft but earnest. “And I’m sorry for not seeing how much I was hurting you.”

You stared at her, your emotions swirling, not knowing if you were ready to forgive her just yet. But there was something in her eyes now—a depth, a sadness, and maybe... maybe even hope.

“I just... I never wanted to lose you again,” you whispered, your voice shaking as you looked away. The words were more vulnerable than you meant, and they hung between you, raw and exposed.

Vi reached for you again, her hands warm against your skin as she cupped your face gently. “You won’t lose me. I’m not going anywhere,” she said, her voice steady and sure now. “I’m not leaving you again. I promise.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and before you could respond, Vi leaned in, her lips brushing against yours, soft and hesitant at first. It wasn’t the rush of a kiss born from desperation, but a gentle, cautious touch, like she was giving you the space to decide if you could meet her halfway.

You were surprised—so much so that you barely reacted at first, still lost in the weight of her apology. But then you felt the heat of her, the tenderness in the kiss, and you couldn’t help but pull her closer, your hands sliding to her waist as you closed the distance between you. There was no hesitation now—only the feeling of her lips against yours, warm and familiar, like no time had passed at all.

When you pulled away, both of you breathless, your foreheads rested against each other as you caught your breath. There was an unspoken understanding between you, a quiet promise that neither of you had given up on the other.

“You always act before you think, Vi,” you murmured with a soft, teasing smile, your fingers grazing her cheek. “You still haven’t figured out how to slow down.”

Vi gave a low laugh, her thumb brushing against your hip. “I didn’t need to think about this,” she said, her eyes warm with affection. “I’ve been thinking about this for seven years.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you leaned into her, resting your head against her chest. “Don’t think just because you kissed me that I’ve forgiven you,” you whispered, the corners of your mouth tugging up despite yourself.

Vi chuckled, her hand stroking the back of your neck gently. "I don’t expect you to forgive me right away... but I’ll spend every day proving I’m here to stay.".”

You sighed, a quiet smile forming as you closed your eyes, letting the feeling of her in your arms wash over you. It wasn’t forgiveness yet, but it was something. Maybe this was the start of something new. Something worth fighting for.

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Me. Writting fluff? Has hell frozen over?

Let me know if you like it!

[connecting-the-stars]

Ekko will help Jinx

My theory for Act 2 (spoilers for Act 1)

Trigger warnings:

Discussion of suicidal thoughts/ideation

Okay, bear with me. I’ve seen no act 2 or 3 leaks or screen shots. But I’m fully bought on the idea that Ekko is going to help Jinx in her healing journey. (Might be my bias talking).

spoilers below:

Merch:

The merch released shows Jinx’s new design and it is such a light/less defeated look on her. Like her face doesn’t carry this misery and exhaustion upon her, from all her grief. The morbidly relieved/expectant expression on her face when she was ready for Vi to kill her, that is gone. Most noticeable is the fact that both of her iconic braids are gone, hair cropped short that is so reminiscent of Vi’s in season one. Her clothes are brighter, Fishbones gets a modification and fixed, like the air around her is just less heavy. (Albeit this is from one picture and it could be wildly out of context.) Her design change is just miles away from her current form. I’m half convinced this is her final look in Act 3 and she gets the chance to heal.

There’s a time-skip basically confirmed for this season, whether it occurs in act 2 or 3, things will change for Jinx.

Time-skip:

The time-skip is most likely around a year or at least several months. If act 2 has the Brainy Boys on vacation in another realm for a few episodes, Jinx will be facing the start of Zaun’s revolution and the undercity turning to her, Vi will most likely be shunned by the undercity and lean more on her alcoholic tendencies (her fighting pit era), Ambessa will be manipulating Cait, the firelights without a leader. But if they open an episode with the Boys returning and them being confronted by this time skip and whatever had occurred in the hex gate — like fish out of water they will have to learn about everything thats changed, for better or worse. Jayce with Mel missing and Cait’s corruption, Hemidinger with the fact that the hex gate is unsafe, and Ekko and the impact of Jinx’s revolution upon the undercity and the firelights.

Seems like the teaser for Act 2 is setting up the firelights to join Jinx’s efforts and movement, believing Ekko is dead as they place him on the mural. We see him fighting with Vi on the firelight hoverboards and his hair is longer, this could be an act 3 event. But I doubt that either of them would be supporting Piltover’s current stance, so they are most likely fighting with Jinx’s forces against Piltover and Ambessa’s army. (The team up is real guys.) Ekko will see her movement for Zuan and positive impacts on the undercity not being run on shimmer, and he will find Jinx

However, before this war fully breaks out, Act 2 confirms that Jinx is gonna face Warwick / Vander’s reanimated body… and you know who else is fighting him? Vi. I think something is going to happen with Singe sending Warwick out upon Jinx or upon her revolutionary group, and Jinx gets involved to stop him. Jinx with her shimmer enhancements are awesome and has accelerated speed, but Warwick is gonna outmatch her, especially if she realizes who he used to be. We’ve only seen Jinx’s scratchy distortion once or twice so far, mainly when Vi was revealed to her as an enforcer. But seeing Vander back from the dead and worse off than ever, her guilt and horror is going to be off the charts. I think she loses ground, and gets hurt - badly. The teaser shows someone (most likely Sevika ) carrying Isha to safety, the scene is soaked in this blood red fog, the same as the Warwick fight. Several accounts over on Twitter are pointing out that Isha is reaching out to someone off screen, that she seems to be scared for Jinx’s safety. There’s a shot of Vi standing alone against Warwick, and I think she is going to save Jinx.

Oh Okay… now on to

Time - Bomb:

The famous Bridge Scene. Wow. Am I right? So of course, this scene has been analyzed up and down and inside out, but to reiterate; Jinx’s nickname of “The Boy Savior” just hits different now. (It’s important enough that it’s the Name of an episode). In the Blu-ray behind the scenes/making of Arcane the writers discuss: the cut scene of younger Ekko searching for a way to rescue powder because he believes she is a prisoner. When he finds Powder recently turned Jinx and tries to save her from Silco to then have her violently refuse (the detail of her slapping him the same way Vi did to her at the end of Act 1: S1.). She does not want to be rescued and does not accept help. In addition to the venom of her voice, the condescension, like she does not see him as the capable resistance leader. They are similar ages, the only kids of the first act of the Undercity to remain in the lanes, Jinx the prodigy of Silco, and Ekko completely alone in the Lanes. Silco keeps reminding Jinx, especially when Vi returns, that no one from her old life will care for her. He compares his and Vander’s fallout to Powder’s and Vi’s, pushing this narrative that it’s them against the world. Telling her to bury Powder, and that Vi has not returned for her but for the hextech crystal.

Character Mirrors/Foils:

Metal / Nature

Silco’s / Vander’s Image

Raven / Firelight

Past / Future

Isolation / Community

Jinx stuck in the past with her ghosts and her mistakes and Ekko forced to grow up faster and choosing to become a caretaker of those who can’t defend themselves. (Becomes a protector like Vander had once been, that Vi had been.) He puts all his efforts into making a safe haven for those impacted by Silco’s gangs and shimmer products, and he wants to build a community that supports a better tomorrow.

“It’s not enough to give people what they need to survive; you have to give them what they need to live.”

Ekko is still quite young and yet he chose a role of helping those around him and created a positive community, while Jinx became more and more of Slico’s tool, of learning his beliefs and violence. (S1E6: Silco’s outburst after Vi and Cait escape in season 1, wonder how many times he did the same thing in front of her. Also him referring to Jinx as the prize of Vander’s kids, like he is fully aware of Jinx’s genius mind and engineering skills.) Jinx often being depicted alone in her hanger, talking to her ghosts. Jinx feeding into her own insecurities and feeling that she has to prove herself to Silco and be useful in a way she had not been seen as powder in their family group. Her disregard for the damage Slico brings to the lanes with shimmer and her blowing up the building during progress day in Piltover not concerned with who gets hurt. Ekko and his firelights becoming antagonists to shimmer verses Jinx and Slico’s forces as they protect the products.

Further the visual imagery and visual parallels between them are so interesting.

[pictures above from twitter account: @Chi11in_Like_a]

So I believe that Ekko and Jinx have this strong connection to one another, even more so with learning about the cut scene from season 1, and Ekko is going to pull on that more so than ever. The writers confirm: They “saw” each other during that still moment on the bridge, the children they used to be. They were not enemies, they were not on opposing sides, they did not want to kill the other. Their expressions in this scene when time slows, it kills me. Of course, the scene plays out, Jinx uses a sneak attack and everything blows up in their faces. Ekko gets this look of shock on his face as he looks between the bomb and Jinx, and my heart breaks. Jinx nearly dies from this (this is one of many times that she is entirely careless with her own life), Ekko is hurt for the remainder of the season. But the moment of recognition, of their childhood games, of them laughing, of the sullen ash atmosphere of the bridge being met with both of them falling into old patterns. The mood shifted entirely, elevated by the music. The music in this show never stops amazing me.

I do not remember if I looked deeper into Jinx’s reckless tendencies in season 1, but this year on my several rewatches, I have definitely noticed. She is not afraid of dying, she’s not afraid of getting hurt. As powder, she was so scared of fighting and of getting injures, throwing the haul from the over city into the river to get away from an attacker. Jinx does not care if she dies. I think she assumes that she is too far gone, that no one can help her. I think she believes no one is willing to try. After watching Vi race back to Cait on the bridge when Marcus betrays them and shoots Ekko, Jinx sees her only remaining blood leaving her again. (S1:E7) Season 2 episode 3 fight between Vi and Jinx, crushes me. Her encouraging Vi to go through with killing her, her guilt over what happened to their family.

Back to season 2, Jinx gets away from Warwick, from Vi, and hides out alone and emotionally distraught. (Ella Purnell’s performance blows me away, the guttural screams and cries make me want to sob.) Jinx is at a breaking point, I think she has made it back to her lair, and the ghosts are back in full force. The neon paint and the dolls of her family, the dark empty hanger around her. Jinx will hear Silco again. “Have you had enough?” Her belief that she can only break things and makes everything worse being heightened by Warwick/Vander returning, after starting to build connection and bond with Isha and Sevika. Having Isha’s protection and admiration uplifting Jinx in a way she never expected, and then to have this relapse and massive reminder of her past mistake. Her being responsible for both Vander’s and Silco’s deaths, that Isha and everyone close to her will meet that same fate. Despite Sevika and Jinx finding common ground, I do not believe Sevika would be the person to help her in this situation. She’s bleeding out and heavily wounded, she is alone, she’s at rock bottom in the way she was when everything happened that night. Jinx looks over the edge of the turbine blade. Jinx looks at her pistol.

Cold metal brushes her temple.

Ekko finds her.

I think Ekko will bring her back from the edge. He will be a voice of reason and comfort despite everything they’ve gone through, because of it. Because despite the deaths and Silco and shimmer, he still sees her. The child who only ever wanted to help her family. Despite what he told Vi, the implication that his denial pushed him forward, that Jinx isn’t Powder anymore. But Ekko still sees his childhood friend, and grieves her. He misses his friend.

Tell me this shot from the trailer does not scream that he wants to help Jinx? Really gonna live up to the nickname.

(The strand of blue hair on the left side of the scene.) I fully believe Ekko is talking to Jinx. The last episode of Act 2 is going to be their conversation, and it will end right before we see what is Jinx’s final decision.

He will help her, if she allows herself to accept help. To understand that there are people from her old life that do still care for her. To have no one in the lanes that understood her, that knew her and what she’s done, and for him to reach out a hand first. Isha and Sevika are closer to Jinx than anyone currently, but neither of them know everything or share history in the same way. Ekko will be the one to try to mend this rift. Multiple times the show has demonstrated how kind and generous Ekko is. (Refusing to turn away refugees in the undercity, of giving Hemidinger a chance). If she accepts his help, he can heal her physical wounds and they can start healing her emotional wounds.

Dark thoughts of the end, of ending one’s self, is such a heavy thing to cope with. I want Jinx to have someone on her side, for them to support her through it. She is such a well written character and the way they have showed her mental health struggles. I hope her arc becomes more hopeful.

Act 3:

Ekko will help Jinx fix Fishbones, she’ll dawn hourglass symbols, and work together eventually with Vi again. Maybe, finding common enemies and allies, fighting alongside each other. Zuan’s revolution vs Piltover. Jinx will see Isha again, being the guardian she herself needed when she was growing up. Learning forgiveness for herself and others. Talking things out, and not being interrupted.

Jinx’s healing journey!

I’m very excited for the rest of this season. These two are my favs. (I could be very wrong and none of this is on track, but this is apart of the intrigue of getting invested where characters stories go. Theorizing about what is going on, where the characters will end up.)

- If Timebomb talks to one another I will be over the moon. Years of crumbs lol.

- The fact there is a song named “My Dearest/Best Enemy” [I’m like 67% it is a Timebomb song]

[roverjamball]

Year of the OTP, 2023

August - meet cute/blind date

“It's none of your business!”

“Still Rae,” Tim admonished, the Self righteous prick. “Dick's younger brother.”

“Look!!!, not that it's any of your concern - But it's casual, and it has nothing to do with anything.”

“Clearly it does. You're taking his side over Mine, I am your partner. I also have an egg.”

What Tim neglected to say, Damien was his younger brother too. And as grateful as she was for the meal, which was fantastic by the way, her so-called partner needed to back the fuck off. It was casual and more importantly, none of his business. 

There was no betrayal. Raven hadn’t meant for Damian and her to happen. In any capacity. Damian was an accident. 

Literally.

Working with Tim these last few years exposed her and the Titans to the Batfamily. One evening they were out blowing of steam in Jersey. A party with all the things that would put down a normal human, but wouldn't put a dent in an Amazon, half kryptonian, a speedster  or a half Demoness. 

Corner caught a police, chase a few blocks away from us. 

“It sounds crazy you guys,” Kon said.

Cassie, who just a second age listed from untold combination for drugs and alcohol while she complained of sitting still, straightened. 

Impulse, saw the second we made our collective minds to join in and reached the crazy chase before any of us had a chance to blink.

I portaled the rest of us above the chase. A quiet neighbourhood, few shops were open, helping the street lights fight the dark. On either side of the street was what you would typically find Shopping complexes residential buildings. Nothing taller than 5 to 6 stories. Ordinary scene of northern North America, beyond that what we saw shocked even us. 

A man with boils made out of colourful light was riding, what could only be described as a hoverboard. Periodically, one of the boils would saturate, and he would pluck it off his body and throw it at the cops down below like live armament. 

We watched in shock as a boil grenade bust in pink light, vaporising a fire hydrant, and the street light, leaving behind a poll, top smouldering and watering spewing everywhere.

Impulse neatly avoided the impact by running up a wall. We took our default formation, Kon to my left while Cassie went to my right. With my ability to teleport at the drop of a hat, I stay directly above, to capture or shield.

Within seconds, three more boils were ready to pop, which he pluck from his body, and threw the shinny postulations behind him at cops or civilians alike.

So disgusted by the sight of the exploding putrid matter I physically cringes, what we didn't see was the Bats also in pursuit.

“Light” Cassie observed. 

Fairly certain an unconscious boiled grenade man would be less gross than a conscious boiled grenade man, Corner at full velocity went in to punch his lights out. 

The trick with the lights out punch is to hit just hard enough for the brain to rattle, but not so hard that your fist goes through the persons skull. 

I think Connor would manage it, but the grenade man with his disco boils noticed us just then and logged one of those postulations towards us. Cassie saw the projectile coming and swerved sideways and down. 

I teleported behind the disgusting mad man, but Kon, committed to the trajectory was unable to divert. The boil burst in a fluorescent green, the impact pushed Kon backwards into a building to slow his momentum with loving steel and concrete. Luckily with only localised damage, that Kon immediately shook off, the building did not list sideways and held its structural integrity.

Having observed the chase for longer than we had Impulse, jumped up and speed talked at me. I didn't get all of it, but what I understood was this guy is light, the antithesis of that is darkness.

“Let there be darkness” and then I'll let myself go.

When I came to, my vision was blurry, my right side was unhappy with the pavement and an obsidian sphere contained the disgusting colourful boil producing man. His light no longer visible. 

Someone helped me up, strong hands wrap around my arms and waist kept me from meeting the pavement for the second time that night. 

Before us a specialised unit of the Police were getting ready a contraction to contain, who we learned had named himself - Polka-Dot Man.

While we waited for the police’s go ahead to release my containment, I regained my vision, with it, the ability to see my team chatting with the bats around us. I turn to thank the living wall of muscle that has stabilised me and……

He smiles at me, my savour. His pine-tree eyes spark and I like an idiot stare. It was sudden and blinding, that smile of his. So blinding it took me a second to register that he was a Robin. 

But by then it was already too late.

*******************

A massive wave of light and sound is suddenly aborted. I stopped my motorcycle stunned. The impact never reaches, and  instead, the light is caught by a wave of darkness and compressed onto itself. in its wake a circle of tangible darkness sits innocuously on the middle of the street. Opaque, which surely containing the Polka-Dot man, it is nestled in utter destruction. The sidewalk is broken up, street lights, fire, hydrant, Cars, and other Urban deritus is litter around us.

Corner lands next to me and puts down an assortment of civilians he was in the process of pulling to safety. Cassie similarly, on the other side of the street, relieves herself of a puppy, a child and very likely the child's grandparent. 

Impulse appears next to us, talking a mile a minute explaining how Raven……. And that's when I realise I don't see Raven anywhere. 

I call out to BlackBat to start a search, that Rae is unaccounted for, but standing on the other side of her boyfriend Cass only giggles. 

Well that’s unlike my sister to laugh when a teammate is missing in action.

Damien, Cass and I answered the call to capture Polka-Dot Man. The Titans as far as I was aware were blowing off steam in California with Garfield lLogan at his party mansion. 

I follow her gaze to the source of Cass’s laughter, and find off to the side standing with Raven in his arms is Damian.

Damian’s care as he supports my partner confirms what I’ve suspected all along, what I’d hoped wasn’t true. I curse under my breath, and Kon joins his girlfriend’s mirth. But Damian doesn’t notice us. His entire being is focused on her.

With her face lit by the blue red of the emergency vehicles, looking just as she had the first time I saw her nearly six years ago, a late teen or in her early twenties by the look of her, Raven has eyes only for my brother, the current Robin, Damian Wayne.  

I answered a call once. The girl on the other line called me an asshole. After I identify myself, it turned out to be a wrong number, the girl didn't apologise, because she said I probably was an asshole. Regardless of that girls belief, I really am not. I'm usually quite reasonable. But there are sibling rules. The rules are simple: no telling on your siblings. No pointing fingers. And no, taking each other, significant others. 

My hand curls around my staff. I stow it at the back of my red Robin uniform lest I hit someone in misguided frustration. I watch Damien Wayne, wearing the Robin outfit that once belong to Dick, then to Jason and then to me make eyes with Raven. I shiver, imagining what my life will be like, if Damien gets involved with my partner. Somebody who for the last six years has solely been on my side.

I shift my stance, to move closer, but beneath that apprehension I can't help with notice when Raven's eyes find Damien's. She gives him a look. One I have never seen before in her eyes. One of such desperate longing, it breaks my heart. Damien takes a step closer to her, shielding her from the chaos, and I am forced to look away.  

[3luejam]

do any of ur sonic ocs have any facts abt them?????

oh I have DOZENS AND DOZENS of them! there might be some that u probably already know but it's ok right?

Aurora the dragon )

-when she was a kid ( after her home got invaded) she was dead TERRIFIED of affection and trust till she turned 11 and met Espio

-she can fly on her sword in a hoverboard style kinda way

-can go super but only for a short period of time since the chaos emerlads are too strong for her since if she stays super for too long she just- 💥💥💥💥💥

-she does have her own form in which she can stay much much longer in but she has to fuse with Ender to do it ( don't ask how it's just magic )

-rlly likes to snatch Espio with her tail for some reason

-is a huge ass mitski fan ( listens to Francis forever, your best American girl and remember my name DAILY)

-too good in math it scares people

-she's inspired by Mizu, vivi and lotus dragon cookie!

-her voice claim is lapis lazuli

Ender the dragon)

-was cursed to be trapped in Aurora's sword for 200 years until she somehow ended up waking him up and releasing him

-he has no idea what affection means since he was never given any of it since his mom died giving birth to him and his father only wanted him to be a samurai so he thought affection was a distraction

-the only dragon in the Otomo clan who mastered mystic magic

-drunk goofy uninvited uncle personality but he can automatically get serious depending on the situation

-always got pushed away from team Chaotix and mostly Espio since they're the only ones who know Aurora's past and how he'd the reason she was degraded by her own people just like how he was when he was present

-his voice claim is ice king from adventure time!

Viper the snake)

-she cares about money WAAYYY much more than jewels

-her bounty is worth for 7 million! that's why Team Chaotix is so desperate to catch her and Team Toxictry

-her wounds are from a rlly intense fire so she's always numb and slightly in pain when someone pokes too hard on her body

-She's vectors ex! she only left him bc she thought he left her when their house burned down

-she was rescued / found by Dr eggman as she then became a soldier for the iron dominion

-because of the fact her family is poor and barely had money till they passed away, she quickly developed a belief that money was survival

-her voice claim is Beidou from genshin!

Widow the spider)

-shes the bride of endless reach's daughter! who is also missing-

-surprisingly can hold a tantrum unless she loses in a fight

-she has no memory of being in the gossamer clan nor her mother due to her memories being wiped

-#1 biggest BabyMetal fan EVER

-she can go spiderman to steal stuff from the air so no trace / fingerprints are left

-her bounty was raised from 1000 to 1 million because of this!

-her and luchino are the only ones that are trusted by viper

-can fly or glide but she has to sligshot herself with her webs

-even after years her mother is still looking for widow even though she doesn't remember her at all

-voice claim is strawberry crepe cookie!

Luchino the scorpion)

-his parents divorced bc when his mom found out his dad was cheating she tore him apart in front of luchino and forced luchino to eat small pieces of his own dad

-he used to be a friend of the Chaotic but left / betrayed(?) them so they would be safe since at that time he still secretly worked for eggman

-his bounty is worth 3 million!

-his poison isnt very strong so he just mostly uses his wolverine looking weapon ( idk what it's actually called lol)

-rlly likes to break sandcastles for fun

-he's gay even though his color palette is literally the aeoace flag

-rlly big 3arleyhuman fan ( holy shit same)

-is strangley talented with playing the bass and guitar but he likes to make the music sound bad to annoy ppl he hates

-he can't go to sleep without remembering what his mom did to him so he just has insomnia

-voice claim is hunter TOH

[f1shbonez]

🌪️ Up and Out 🌪️

Bathroom duty!

Wow. The Firelights really were saving the scummiest jobs they could think of for their prisoner, weren’t they? Well, the joke was on them. She’d call their bluff. Did they really think the Big Bad Jinx was gonna shy away from bad smells and gross pipes? Hah. They could think again. This was her ticket to the outside- a place where she’d just started being able to go without a constant chaperone. That wasn’t worth turning up. Not for anything. 

Besides, once you were outside, it wasn’t like anyone could force you to scrub anything. You just had to nod your head, look busy and stay outta trouble. She could do that…for a morning, at least. No biggie. This was just one scummy solo chore to tick off the list and then Ekko could get to teaching her how to ride that hoverboard! Seriously, did he think he could waft that kinda promise around and not make good on it? Today was the day! It HAD to be! Hell, she’d actually clean something if it won him over so bad. If sparkling metal and porcelain was the way to Ekko’s weirdly shaped heart, then so be it!

Snickering to herself as she crouched down to idly fiddle with a pipe, Jinx wrestled against a rusted joint to remedy a leak. The Ekko in her head was much funnier.

‘Sparkling bathrooms! Gleaming pipes! My biggest priority and the key to my heart! Imaginary Ekko would say, with a flare of melodrama Jinx no longer thought him capable of. 

‘Yup, that’s me! Jack of all trades!’ She’d say back, effortlessly twirling a wrench (which he’d totally be impressed by). 

‘You’re so good at stuff, come ride my hoverboard with me, I’ll let you drive because it’d be better and more fun that way-’ blah blah blah and then they’d BLAST off into nowhere! 

Hah. Yup. That’s exactly how it’d go, Jinx thought to herself smugly before everything went black. 

Her ears were ringing. A horrible pounding feeling at the back of her head was making it hard to think- and even harder to triangulate what was going on from where she’d landed. Somebody was shouting. They were shouting…at her? It sure sounded that way. 

Dazed by the blind hit, Jinx shifted from where she’d toppled, rolling onto her hip. Her eyes watered reflexively from the impact. Slowly, she lifted a single hand to the back of her head, the sorest spot, pulling away at the dampness. 

Another strike came. Then another. And another. 

A swell of adrenaline coursed through Jinx’s veins, itching for a fight- itching to stomp a far worse hurt down this person’s throat. But she didn’t move. 

Two bloodied hands lifted into the air, in a mixture of surrender and feeble self-defence. Something ugly coiled in Jinx’s gut as she squinted through her blurry vision. 

A ghost of something pulled at the corner of her lips.

Go on. 

Keep hitting. 

More hits came, soon evolving into a series of enraged kicks and stomping.

Like a ragdoll, Jinx dropped with them, permitting the onslaught with an unreachable blankness on her face. From the intensity of her attacker, the lack of reaction only seemed to be adding fuel to the fire. 

Jinx’s body screamed for some kind of reprieve. Oh how she wanted to lunge up from the dirt and give back double what she’d been given. She could do it. It would be easy. 

The wrench that had been in Jinx’s hands had been dropped with the first hit, with both palms occupied with surrender before making a feeble attempt to cradle her face from the worst of the kicks. Was the screaming and shouting getting louder, or did everything just sound louder when you were booted in the head?

Was everyone yelling at her now?

Sure sounded like it. 

But as the shouting reached its loudest point, the kicks stopped, and with it the world fell into a red-tinted fuzzy haze. As blood began to pool in different spaces beneath her skin, Jinx’s mind  caught up with the new conflict taking place. 

Who was yelling now? Not Ekko, he didn’t sound like that. Blinking through her bloodied fingers, Jinx made out the shape of Scar. Big old ears. Nobody had a shadow like his. 

For a moment Jinx simply lay there, feeling the blood stream from her nose and lip as Big Guy came to restore the peace. No doubt she’d get the blame for instigating or something stupid…That definitely wasn’t gonna be worth sticking around for. 

Silently and with a strength that felt alien, Jinx peeled herself from the floor before bolting from the chaos and growing crowd. No WAY was the whole camp gonna see her like this. Were they coming to see the damage, or had they come to form a line to get their kicks and punches in too? No way was she sticking around to find out. 

Her room wasn’t safe right now. After a scene like this people would be peeking through the windows. All the wrong people knew where to find her in there. Instead, Jinx’s feet carried her to the boundary wall, tucked safely behind a row of houses, it hurt to climb up, but after securing a few good footholds and making use of the distraction taking place across camp, she pulled herself into one of the upper ventilation pipes. The cold cement refuge was just high enough to remove her from eyeline. Grimacing, Jinx coiled up away from the gaping cement mouth. 

What a stupid idea trying to fit in had been. It didn’t seem to matter if you tried your hardest, or not at all, the outcome was always the same. One day Ekko would see that. He’d understand what she’d tried to warn him about, and she wouldn’t blame him.

((@misfits-of-zaun ))

[reckless-weasel]

-> The poor feline was making his way through Playground, tail curled between his legs in worry. - @blue-raspberry-rapper [CATSHOT]

Hover stumbled towards their shared house. He couldn’t hear much. Everything sounded muffled and there was a high pitched ring. Everything hurts…

Why today?…

[reckless-weasel]

Hover was drenched in water due to washing most of the blood off with the hose outside. He jumped back a little. He didn’t expect for Coller to be waiting.

Hover was still in a pissy mood. He rolled his eyes.

“It’s none of your business when I leave or come back. I can leave whenever the fuck I want to”

The weasel kicked off his boots at the front door before opening it. As much as he couldn’t really help it, he didn’t want to cause Cat or Cooler any inconvenience with blood on the floor.

@reckless-weasel

-> Oh. Well it seems like Cooler was waiting at the front door for the weasel to come home! And the blue demon didn't look all that pleased either. "Sooooo.... When were you gonna call or text to tell me you were gone?"

[just-doing-lesbian-things]

Jinx and Her Braids

Ik Jinx’s braids are a part of her LoL design from before Arcane was even a whisper on the Undercity’s streets, but I have to dig into this a bit

Because Jinx, this “free agent of chaos” runs around town, doing jump scares and seeming to be everywhere at once with braids that are the length of her gd body--and anyone who has chopped off even a foot of hair can tell you, hair can feel pretty heavy. She’s not just dodging hits and hoverboards with lightening speed--she’s doing it with weights attached to her skull. 

Warning: I do math and then make sad conclusions about Jinx’s motives

Ok, so first things first, I looked up how much hair weighs. I found this video of of a woman weighing, what she claims to be, 4 feet of unbraided hair and when she braids it, the braid coming off her head weighs about 1/2 a pound. 

Based on that concept art that’s been circulating, Jinx is 5′3″ and her braided hair seems to reach about ankle length.

I’m 5′2″--not far off from Jinx’s height-- and my ankles are about 2 inches off of the ground, so the distance from my head to ankle is 5 feet. I’d then say that Jinx’s braided hair hits roughly 5 feet down her body. This would mean that her hair has to weigh at minimum .6-.7 lbs. 

But considering that unbraided hair is longer than braided hair, we can assume Jinx’s hair is even longer than 5 feet.

And in the video I found, the woman wasn’t using a hairtie, 1/2 a pound was the sheer weight of her braid, meanwhile Jinx is running around with either metal or leather bracelets in her hair. Either of which could bring the weight up to a solid 1 lb or even 2-4lbs depending on if they’re metal or not. (And I definitely think most of them are metal)

All to say, I think we’d be more than generous in merely rounding up to 1lb, and that we could easily say her hair weighs at least 2 lbs or more. So she’s running around, dodging hits and hoverboards with at least an extra pound of weight counterbalancing every turn she makes with her head. 

Talk about ow? Talk about headache? Talk about seeing red every time a door closes on your hair or you sit on your hair without enough slack so you have to shift and reposition yourself so your hair is out from under you just you can sit down but all the while your skull is throbbing because your hair is an unrelenting weight on your already really heavy skull?

So, as a Jinx character question, I have to ask why? 

Why have this super long hair that has to hurt more than it’s really worth (worth functionality wise)? Cause also it takes commitment to grow your hair that long. You really mean to tell me Jinx never had a breakdown and took a pair of scissors to her locks? (like what clearly happened with Powder’s bangs). Having hair that long is intentional. It takes a long time to grow hair that long. Like years and years and one snip would make for shorter hair when we see her later “all growed up.”

I’d bet Jinx hasn’t cut her hair since before Vi “left.”

The ends of her braids is probably the hair that was on her head when the Vander-family was still together. A possible, but probably out there theory could be that Jinx never cut her hair because it was a way to keep something of herself that she had when she was Powder. (Someone from a culture with a an emphasis on hair braiding could speak more to this than I)

But, knowing this little meow meow, it’s probably because she wants the pain on her skull. Some kind of physical manifestation of the pain happening inside her head from the extra voices her trauma crammed into her mind. 

Also, she went from one braid as Powder (copying their Mom’s one braid) to two as Jinx. And if she kept the length for the pain then I like to think she made it two braids because of Mylo and Claggor--the two “ghosts” we see on her backside, over her braids, in episode 6. The braids are the physical manifestations of the weights of their deaths and how it weighs on her psyche.

Thoughts welcome. It’s such an inefficient fashion choice that I’m fascinated. 

[zaceouiswriting]

Fairy Prince (3)

Characters: Sky x male reader, Brandon x male reader, Riven x male reader, mentioning Jordans (OC) x male reader

Universe: Winx Club/Winx Saga

Warnings: None

t was late afternoon, when the three guys, you share a room with, came back to it. Utterly exhausted and humiliated. They could not even look into your eyes, after everything. 

Brandon the guy who most likely has only a head to look pretty, what he absolutely masters, began to strip, without saying so much of a word. It was rather ominous for you. Questioning yourself, why he was doing this, right in front of you. Not even realizing the bet you guys had made beforehand.

„What are you doing?“, you asked shrieking, as he was almost completely naked in front of you, his broad muscular shoulders, an upper body, chiseled to perfection, even with an eight pack and legs, like tree trunks. His big fingers were already in his underwear, to get them down any second.

Still, even when this was wrong, you could not stop yourself from looking. How could you? He was art in its best form. „The bet, you won,“ he reminded you confused.

As you realized what he had said, a bet red blush spread across your face. „No, no, no,“ you panicked. „Sorry for the confusion, but I’m already engaged! It was just to get all of you in the mood for the bet!“

All three guys looked shocked at you at the same time. „Who are you engaged with?“ Sky was so confused and even a bit angry, after this revelation. He was sure, to get it with you, which he wanted to do after you made him hot for you. To now know that you already promised to another person, ruined his entire mood.

„Jordans of Territola, one of the younger princes of Territola, my planet's closest ally. We are at war for about thirty years now, against the Krigskun alliance, and their leader the witch Makalu. Without a marriage alliance, they are no longer willing to help us out. And I am not strong enough yet to change the tides.“

„I met him once, he is a nice dude,“ Sky tried to offer some encouragement, for your political marriage. But you could only smile.

Sitting down on your bed, the other guys did something similar, feeling that you hadn’t finished talking, they all sat on Sky’s bed, which was the nearest to yours, and looked at you, waiting. „I actually met him once too. But not at a formal event, he almost knocked me over with his hoverboard, as I walked through Retalia, their capital city. Nobody knows who he is, because he is so far away from being king someday, that he just decided to live a normal life.“

Now it was time for Sky, to change his tune. After hearing what he wanted, he became confused about why you would marry him. Especially, when you already know that he wants a normal life. You could see all these questions on his face, but it was even easier, to just use his thoughts for it.

„I know this look, Sky. Neither of us has a real chance. If I don’t marry into this family, my planet will be conquered. He is the only one, even remotely interested in other men and my little sister is eight years old. She can’t be engaged to someone until she is fourteen and not married until she is eighteen. And this family does not have anyone younger than Jordans, our marriage would be celebrated next year, one month after his own eighteenth birthday.“

Even though you already sounded attracted to the man, especially Sky, hates the idea of political marriages. But he also can see your predicament. His grandparents had a similar fate, with the war almost taking over his home planet and they were happy.

But something told him, you wouldn’t be. And for some reason, it bugged him to no end. Still, he just wanted to drop the entire thing, feeling something he shouldn’t. Especially for someone who has already been promised to another person.

Riven for the first time spoke up after your explanation. „So why did you do the bet in the first place?“

 Another blush broke out on your cheeks, as you tried to tell him the truth without looking like an idiot. But in the end realized that there was no way, that they won’t think that you are an idiot. So with a heavy sigh, you finally told them, „I hate doing homework and carrying all my things.“

Then and there it down on them. You wanted to have servants! It took a moment for all three, so it could sink in, but as it did, Sky and Riven began to laugh… hard. Only Brandon sat beside them, absolutely confused, which only let your thought, that nothing was in his head, grow exponentially.

„Okay, because we lost, we will do it,“ Sky concluded for all three of them. Neither seemed to have anything negative to say about it, so you thought, that you would be off the hook. But not as much as you thought you would be.

Sky grabbed you unceremoniously at your arm, pulling you with him. „What are you doing?“, you asked him panicking. But he just smiled devilishly at you.

He walked you both to a teacher, asking him if you could go to the school, for a while, he needed to show you something. The teacher agreed, mostly because of your show of strength and your obvious disregard for the two headmasters.

Riven and Brandon followed you shortly behind, as all of you sat in a hovercraft, another young guy, Timmy already sat in it, asking Sky what he and the rest were doing there. But still was happy to see them. He showed the guy with the glasses, the command to fly them to the school grounds and Timmy did without any further questions.

Nothing dawned on you. Why you were back at the school and standing right in front of a dorm room, nothing could’ve protected you from the person on the other side.

After Sky knocked, it took a moment, before someone opened the door. A guy, almost identical to Jordans, only a couple of years older. „Yes?“, the man asked, almost as confused as you were.

„Hey, I’m Sky from Euraklion and this is my friend, (Y/N), from Ulnika, the crown prince, to be exact.“ The gears in the handsome stranger's head moved and moved, until one point. His confused expression broke out into one full of happiness. 

„My little brother's fiancé! I remember now. Father told me all about it. We all feared he would marry some artist or shit like this, instead of following family tradition!“

„What family tradition?“, you asked him directly after he said it.

„In every generation, the last born is always brought up to be married off and is always in love with his own gender. My aunt, Princess Delia, is married to Princess Tessa of Gulta, as an example. While most of the rest can marry however they want. I am engaged to a beautiful woman, outside of the royal system, but insanely rich.“

„Isn’t that a bit unfair?“ Your question did not surprise the guy in front of you. Apparently already know how the rest of the universe sees the tradition.

He just shrugged his shoulders. „Maybe, but as long as the tradition does not break, we do not change it. And as far as I know, my little brother is infuriated with you. Almost obsessed. `The great grey serpent´, he told me about your first meeting. He actually did not run into you by accident.“

This new piece of information made you feel too many emotions, to really put them into words. Obsession? Do you really want to be someone's obsession? As you heard this could get majorly wrong.

„Don’t worry, he is a softy. You are incited to his eighteenth birthday, right?“ As you nodded, his grin became wider. „He does not know about it. So you will be able to see his genuine reaction to you. Maybe then you will understand, why I used such harsh words.“

His brother seemed nice, only his thoughts are a complete mess. A lot of dark things in them, his smile was fake, not because he did not like you, but because of his thoughts. Before you left, you pulled him down, hugging him, „If you ever need someone to talk about these gruesome things inside your head, that even make you smile in despair, I’m here and I will never tell a soul about it, okay?“

As you let go of him, he was shocked and disgusted with himself and his obvious problems surfaced immediately after. You gave him a lingering look, just to make sure there would not happen anything, you could’ve prevented. But his head became clearer, not better but clearer. Maybe he could form some decent thoughts for once.

„We see us around!“, you called out to him, as you began to walk away.

„We sure will… We sure will!“, he promised you. Which made your heart lighter, knowing that he will have you to talk to. And him promising that he will, when he is ready to do so, with the last thought you could hear before he closed his door.

[Masterlist]

[jungkxook]

—pour up. (m)

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader x taehyung

⟶ genre: fuckboy!jungkook / fuckboy!taehyung + smut  

⟶ words: 14,048 (idk how it’s literally just smut)

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: sleeping with both notorious frat boys kim taehyung and jeon jungkook doesn’t sound so bad ━ especially when you’re drunk and faded.

⟶ warnings: mentions of drug/alcohol use, essentially pwp lol, threesome, double penetration, voyeurism, messy rough sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dry humping, manhandling, doggy style, riding (sort of?), fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), face riding, face fucking, deepthroating, breast play, slight begging (mostly oc making jungkook beg hehe), brief name calling, dirty talking, unprotected sex, creampie

⟶ note: this is a repost of a fic from my old blog! also shout out to miss jlin @bratkook​ for being the sweetest and for liking this trashy fic of mine, and a happy early birthday present to @onherwings​ miss juno, the resident taekook lover!! 💛

also the accompanying song to this fic is pour up by dean!

There were times when you were sober where you were persistent about never being in a five foot radius of a frat boy, much less strip yourself of your dignity long enough to sleep with one.

Your appalling disgust and immense irritation of the male species that were frat boys kept you well in tune to your rule ━ until you’re far past the point of drunk and faded. Only then, when your bloodstream is laced with alcohol and your mind is nothing but a hazy cloud of smoke, you shrink into a shameless hypocrite and favour the appeal of a simple hook up. But you have needs too; it isn’t entirely your fault. Kim Taehyung offers you exactly that, with the promise to then act as if nothing happens the very next day so that the two of you can revert to despising one another out in public.

You act as if no one knows about your flings with ultimate frat boy Taehyung almost every weekend, as if they’re just as oblivious as you, but damn near the whole school knows and most certainly the rest of the boys in Beta Tau Sigma, or as Taehyung puts it, his brothers. It’s a useless cycle of bicker, avoid, drink, sex, and repeat, ever since you joined the school as a freshman and the sophomore boy took an interest in you. He’s charming in all the right ways and good looking but his smooth appeal was almost too good to be true and, past his “kind” smiles, you could make him out to be arrogant, vain, and cocky. Maybe you would have given him an actual chance had it not been for his snarkiness but all your brain could truly handle was his dick for a few hours a week.

Unsurprisingly, you always end up crashing at Beta Tau Sigma after one of their raging parties that results in your hook ups with Taehyung; surprisingly, Taehyung is miraculously into pillow talk post-sex and so he doesn’t entirely mind if you stay the night. But, by morning, when the alcohol has all but turned into a terrible hangover, he can hardly care less if you stay or not.

Usually, you wake up on your own, courtesy of past sober you setting an alarm on your phone to make sure you wake up earlier than all the other walkers of shame and anyone else in Beta Tau Sigma. Ideally, it was to help guarantee that no one would ever see you or judge you for stooping low enough to sleep with a fuckboy but you don’t know how well that’s working out for you anymore, if you’re being honest.

That’s why, early one fateful Sunday morning after a night of fun with Taehyung, you awaken with a start to the shrill Marimba tone that rips through the silence of the room and causes you to literally jump out of bed and crash onto the floor. You groan at the sharp pain that shoots up your spine and accompanies your groggy mind as your eyes flicker open only to be greeted with a blinding light that is the sun as it filters through the shut curtains. Littered on the ground are clothes, your clothes, beer bottles, red solo cups, discarded bed sheets, a singular condom wrapper (you thank your past selves for at least being sober enough to remember to use one), and your cell phone.

“Turn that shit off, for fuck sakes,” he grovels.

His hangover, and the early morning, makes his already deep voice even rougher, huskier, and you blame your disoriented mind for thinking he sounds even remotely sexy. He doesn’t bother to lift his head from his pillow or to find where you are in the room, the messy longer-than-usual curls of his hair flopping into his lashes as he flips onto his back. Other bodily remnants remain from the night before, from the mellowing ache between your legs left in the wake of his dick sufficiently railing you to the bite marks on his neck that you had so graciously bestowed him.

Now, you roll your eyes at him instead but dive for your phone nearby and tap the snooze button before it wakes the entire house and rouses the army of fuckboys from the dead.

“Good morning to you too,” You remark. “Is that better, princess?”

“Much.”

You push yourself to your feet and stretch, the stiff joints in your body popping and cracking, before searching for your clothes. You’re certain Taehyung has fallen back asleep as you dig around through the clutter to find your belongings but what else is new? It’s a routine the two of you have come to know well, and one that neither of you mind. You spot some sort of lacy material hidden underneath a few of Taehyung’s dirty laundry laying on the floor and reach for it thinking it’s yours. You’re only mildly disturbed to find that it isn’t yours at all ━ though you’re more concerned about the hygienic purposes of touching some other girl’s thong than you are about the blatant fact Taehyung sleeps with more girls than just you (a fact you swear you could care less for).

“Jesus Christ, your room is a disaster,” You scoff now.

“You could clean it,” Taehyung suggests sluggishly. Now, he’s awake, pretty and hooded eyes fluttering open to find you nearby. He props his hand behind his head to lift his gaze a little higher.

You snort, tossing the underwear away. “You never cease to━”

“Amaze you?”

“Repel me more than when I see the collection of thongs you have hidden in your room,” You correct. Fortunately, you spot your own underwear nearby and scoop it up, quickly slipping into them.

“Aw, baby, is that a bit of jealousy I hear?” Taehyung asks. He runs a hand through his dishevelled dark locks and shoots you a drowsy smirk. “You know you’re my one and only. I can always count on you when I want good head.”

“Please, flatter me some more, Tae,” You quip dryly.

As you hastily slide into your stiff shirt and jeans next and turn to face him, combing your fingers through your hair, Taehyung seems to take your words to heart and tries again. “You look like shit.”

You feign a voluntarily loud and overly dramatic moan. “Ugh, you really do know how to treat a girl━” Your cut off by a shameless snort from Taehyung before you continue on, “You know, you don’t exactly look the hottest right now either.”

“I beg to differ,” he replies nonchalantly. Technically, he isn’t lying, but you refuse to feed his ego any more.

“As if.”

“Funny,” he hums. “Could’ve sworn last night you were calling me hot when you were begging for my dick.”

You don’t bother to reply. Instead, you shake your head as you rub your tired face, uttering, “I need a coffee.”

“You could stay,” he offers. “I can make you one.”

“You don’t even know how to boil water,” You retort. “But thanks for the gesture. Try not to throw up on yourself today, okay?”

Taehyung mumbles something in response but then he’s already flipping over onto his side to fall back asleep again. You grab your bag from the floor and slip into your shoes before tiptoeing out of the room.

The Beta house is just as much a disaster as Taehyung’s room is and you find yourself stepping over more bottles, cups, empty pizza boxes, and hungover passed out people with phallic images doodled on their faces. The sun filters into the ever grand mansion and only illuminates the chaos the frat boys put it through. Everyone is thankfully still asleep as you head downstairs but, as you sneak past the kitchen, you notice two figures rummaging about, boisterous unabashed laughter filling the house that somehow hasn’t woken the others yet.

Jeon Jungkook stands before you with Park Jimin, both fellow Beta brothers, though Jungkook is in the same year as you. They, like most other Beta boys (and especially Taehyung), are well known on campus but Jungkook is perhaps even worse than Taehyung. Now, he’s adorned in only low hanging gray sweatpants that show off the ripples of his toned chest and the happy trail that threatens for your eyes to follow it. He holds a bowl of cereal close to him with the same arm decorated on every inch with tattoos, a snapback pushing his messy hair up and away from his forehead. The best part (and you mean that not at all) ━ or the worst ━ is the fact that he stands on a hoverboard, as if walking is too much for him to handle at nine in the morning. Jimin isn’t far off wearing the same attire, only his look is paired with the fuckboy-essential-starter-pack of socks and Adidas slides, and he’s at least actually using his legs to walk.

“Morning,” Jungkook smirks. “Time for the walk of shame?”

You have to retain a sigh. “I’m surprised you’re up, Jeon. I was sure you were gone past the point of saving last night.”

“A couple of shots do nothing for me,” Jungkook replies, shovelling a spoonful of cereal into his mouth. “I was pretty much sober.”

At this, you sit back on your heels and look him once over skeptically. “You kept trying to hook up with me, called your dick Jungcock, threw up in one of the vases, and then passed out in the bathtub. I wouldn’t have exactly called you sober.”

The smirk remains on Jungkook’s face. If anything, he seems more so amused and it pisses you off. Jimin bursts into a fit of laughter and shakes his head.

“Always a pleasure seeing you, Y/N,” he greets. “Hey, are you coming to the party going down at Lambdas house after exams? It’s pretty exclusive but you and your friends are all invited by courtesy of us.”

“Ugh, I can’t even think about going to another party right now. How do you Beta whores do it?” You grovel. “Besides, why would we come if we know you’re going to be there?”

“‘Cause Tae’s going and you’re probably gonna wanna suck his dick,” Jungkook suggests snidely.

“I was gonna say the free booze,” Jimin offers instead. “Man, you know the Lambdas. They’re all rich pretentious sons of country club owners. They hardly throw parties but, when they do, you know it’s going to be wild. I wouldn’t miss it if I were you.”

“Well,” You say, “thanks for the invitation but we’ll see. Maybe if we have a pre-game where I can get drunk enough to handle your faces and the Lambda boys together.”

“I’ve always said you’re more fun when you’re drunk,” Jungkook hums pensively. Your eyes narrow into a glare and you’re fortunate Jimin is there to block your path from tackling Jungkook.

“Okay, whatever,” You grumble. “I’m out of here. I think if I stay here any longer, I’ll lose all my brain cells.”

Jimin chuckles but hardly seems bothered by your comment. He waves you off as he slips out of the kitchen to retreat into another room, leaving you alone with Jungkook.

“Can I get you anything before you go?” he asks. There’s a cheeky tone laced in his words that makes you blatantly aware he���s trying to suggest something more, like his dick.

“Absolutely not,” You wave him off. “See you around, Jungidiot.”

He grins and shoves another spoonful into his mouth. “Hey, maybe next Saturday you can think about blowing me instead of Tae, yeah?”

He’s met with you jamming your middle finger in his face and it only seems to entertain him further. As you march out of their home, slamming the door behind you, you have one discernable thought amongst your hangover and that is that you’ll definitely need to have that pre-game before you have the audacity to even see Jungkook, or any of the Beta boys for that matter, at the Lambdas.

That Saturday, you find yourself at the Lambdas house party.

So maybe you had sort of been lying when you said you weren’t so sure of going to it, but the thought was tempting enough and you aren’t one to pass up on a good party, especially when it’s after weeks of headaches and stressing over studying and exams.

Mid-terms come and go and when you finally finish writing your last paper, all you want to do is let loose and party and get dicked down by Taehyung. The Lambdas, despite their pretentious behaviour, looks to be very promising ━ but only after you down a few shots beforehand and have a beer while you’re getting ready. You’re not exactly as drunk or as tipsy as you would have prefered but it still gives you a nice enough buzz that makes you warm and lets the adrenaline pump in your veins and excites you even more for the party. The house you rent is off campus but it’s close to Beta’s and Taehyung offers to give you guys a lift to the Lambdas who are a fifteen minute walk away (but you know Taehyung will do anything to not walk anywhere his penny board can’t take him ━ and it’s not even Taehyung who is driving but his friend, Jin).

You can hear the party at Lambdas before you’re even there. The thump of bass coming from the house isn’t hard to miss, especially not with the way it seems to rattle the ground the closer you get. The house is crammed full to capacity and people have already begun to spill onto the lawn by the time you have arrived. A potent waft of alcohol and weed fill your senses and it is all you could really make out in the rambunctious party. You can hardly hear yourself think, let alone what others are saying to you. Yet, you still found a way to have fun almost instantly, drifting away from the guys to party with your friends.

Most of the night is a blur and a haze of confusion but you can remember drinking and drinking some more until you’re sufficiently smashed. You can’t quite recall where you had lost your friends, though you suspect it was after the intense game of beer pong you were suckered into in which you were certain there were no winners or losers as it was just an excuse to drink even more. It’s nearing 1 a.m. when you finally bump into a familiar face, pulling you back from the unruly party and the adrenaline rush coursing through your veins.

You’ve just slipped outside for some fresh air, perched on the front porch, when you notice Jimin is passed out on the lawn below. The other stragglers gathered outside barely take note of him but maybe that’s because he had chosen to faceplant in the shadows under the porch, tucked safely away from the rest of the party. Just before you can even think to walk over to him and make sure he’s still alive, the front door of the house swings wide open and a frenzied Taehyung bursts outside, shortly followed by an equally dumbfounded Jungkook.

“Where the fuck is he?” Taehyung hisses.

“I don’t know,” Jungkook sighs, disgruntled, “but leave it to him to run off and disappear.”

“Looking for someone?”

The two boys startle at your voice. They whirl around to find you taking a sip of the drink in your hand, as if only just noticing your presence. You hadn’t seen them since you parted ways a handful of hours ago in the party, though you’re fairly certain they’re just as smashed as you.

“Ah, babe!” Taehyung beams wolfishly. “What a pleasure seeing you out here. Uh, you wouldn’t happen to have seen where Jimin went, would you?”

You nod in the direction of the sleeping boy down below. “He’s there. He’s passed out cold, though. What the hell did you do to him?”

“Nothing,” Jungkook says. He grimaces as he hastily follows Taehyung down onto the lawn to stand near Jimin, and you in tow. “Jimin just likes to get out of hand. What should we do, Tae? We can’t just leave him here and Luna’s going to be pissed if she sees him like this.”

Taehyung stares down at Jimin miserably, thinking momentarily. “Well, Luna’s looking for him so we might as well drop him off at her dorm. He can deal with her when he’s sober.”

There’s a brief moment where you spot Jungkook seriously considering this though, as if leaving Jimin on the lawn of a frat house is a safer option than returning him to his girlfriend. Ultimately, he caves and you watch as Taehyung nudges Jimin awake (and by nudge, you mean he slaps the boy across the face) before pulling a very disoriented Jimin to his feet and slinging one of his arms over Taehyung’s neck.

“Fuck, he’s heavy,” Taehyung huffs. “Give me a hand, Jungkook.”

Jungkook nods, stepping forward to take Jimin’s other arm and hook it around his own neck. The two boys seem to be struggling carrying most of Jimin’s body weight, though they’re carrying mostly dead weight as Jimin continues to drift in and out of consciousness.

Before they can leave you offer to help though you don’t know what you can really do so you suspect your inebriated mind just wanted to go with them for the hell of it. Luna’s place isn’t far. It’s a ten minute walk from Lambda’s, but in that ten minutes, none of you talk about anything of real importance except for chuckle and laugh about things that happened at the party.

Eventually you make it to Luna’s, who answers the door angrily after you knock on it as if you’ve disrupted her slumber and frowns when she sees Jimin’s current state. At least she has the decency to thank the three of you. When she shuts the door behind her, the three of you turn to look at one another, almost clueless.

“So, what now?” Taehyung asks. “Head back to the party?”

The thought of making the ten minute walk back to the party in your drunken mind seems like an eternity. That, mixed with the way your feet scream in agony from the heels you’re wearing, you begin to pout and shake your head.

“I can’t walk anymore,” You whine, words drunkenly slurring together. “I’d be fine just sitting here.”

Jungkook’s nose scrunches as he looks at you once over. “How drunk are you?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, how about we just go back to our place?” Taehyung asks. His arm slides around your waist then, tugging you close to his side. If one thing is for certain, the boy tends to get more handsy the more drunk he is, and you never seem to mind. “I’ve got a fresh bowl we can hit and we can drink there and just chill?”

You and Jungkook consider Taehyung’s offer fleetingly and, to you, it seems much more appealing.

“Sign me up,” You say. “The Lambdas were a bit too over the top for my liking. There’s only so much I can handle.”

Jungkook shrugs and nods in agreement. “Then I guess I’m going with you guys.”

The five minute walk to Beta is short and soon you’re inside the eerily empty house and climbing the steps to Taehyung’s room but not before the three of you raid their cabinets for any type of liquor. Eventually, you’re all lounging in Taehyung’s room, some type of music playing in the background as the three of you pass around a bottle of whisky and the bong Taehyung had promised he had, giggling at each other.

By 2 a.m., you are smashed and faded but blissfully so.

Taehyung and Jungkook are not too far off. It’s Taehyung who comes up with the idea to play strip poker, though with a twist. His version of the game includes: taking a shot anytime one of you loses a round along with either stripping an article of clothing or being allowed to pass it and get dared to do something else, though each person only has three passes.

Jungkook loses the first round, shedding only his jacket. Taehyung and you lose the second round; you decide to strip out of your own cardigan while Taehyung flicks off his hat. Jungkook and Taehyung lose the third round and both kick off their shoes. The game progresses slowly, with the three of you coming up with “clever” loopholes out of the rules, like stripping one sock one round and then another sock the next and all of you are too drunk to really protest. Eventually, the game winds up with Taehyung and Jungkook both in their pants and you still wearing both your shirt and jeans. Both the boys have used one of their passes and are still losing which, you will admit, boosts your confidence ever so slightly especially when you have such a nice view in front of you.

Both boys are toned, with certified gym rat Jungkook’s abs a bit more chiseled, and you know that sober you would cringe at how hard you seem to be drooling over them. Jungkook must notice because he shoots you a wink that has you squirming in your seat.

“Like what you see?” he asks.

“N-No,” You say shortly. “Shut up and go. It’s your turn.”

You end up losing that round, unfortunately, but you have no qualms with stripping out of your jeans and kicking them to the side. The next round, you lose again, except you decide to use one of your passes which has both boys groaning in defeat.

“Remember,” You coo, “play nice boys.”

The two exchange a look and you wait patiently, taking your shot of whisky in the meantime as Taehyung chides you on encouragingly with a cheeky, “Pour up, baby girl.”

You down the shot in one gulp, wincing as it burns down your throat, then chase it quickly with the drink you had stolen from their kitchen. A drowsy smirk tugs at Taehyung’s lips as he takes another rip from the bong, breathing out a cloud of smoke as he hums insouciantly, “I’ve got your dare.”

There’s a split moment where he makes eye contact with you and pushes his hair out of his eyes.

“Come here and kiss me.”

Had you been sober, you might have rolled your eyes at his simple yet assertive dare but, instead, you can’t help but snicker as you lean across to him from your seat on the floor and pull him down for a not so graceful kiss. His whisky coated tongue instantly collides with yours in an open mouthed frenzy that’s full of teeth clashing and wet sounds but it’s hot, too hot, even as Taehyung pulls you closer to him with his hand grasping at your chin. You instinctively react, teeth nipping at his lower lip as you suck hard, momentarily forgetting about Jungkook sitting in the room.

A moan emits from you as your fingers thread through his hair. Jungkook is left to watch but his eyes stay locked on your figure and the way you cave so easily to Taehyung, the way your mouth moves against his. He can’t seem to tear his eyes away from your position on your hands and knees, or the way you arch your back in an attempt to get closer to Taehyung, and he certainly can’t seem to look away from the tempting curve of your ass jutting in his direction. All Jungkook suddenly wants is for you to be kissing him the same way you’re kissing Taehyung.

You’re only interrupted when he finds the nerve to clear his throat after a few moments. “Nah, it’s alright, I’ll just sit here. Do you guys want me to leave?”

He’s being sarcastic, of course, and when you and Taehyung part to look at the boy, he’s scowling. The two of you chuckle lightly but don’t respond, though you remember the game you’re still playing. Taehyung kisses you one last time before you settle back onto the floor, a sheepish giggle bubbling in your chest. Taehyung loses the next round and he decides to strip down into his underwear though he hasn’t lost yet (the goal is nudity and neither of your drunk selves have enough dignity left to give up before then).

The round after that, you lose again. You decide, once more, to use another one of your passes and the two boys pause, thinking of a dare for you as you take a shot (which, you have realized, only get harder to take as time passes).

“I have one,” Taehyung says at long last.

“Bro,” Jungkook groans, “if you just wanna fuck, let me know. I’ll leave. I don’t think I can sit here and watch you dare her to suck your face again.”

Taehyung laughs and shakes his head. “Easy there. I was just gonna suggest that you━” he points at you before nodding toward Jungkook, “give him a lap dance.”

“A what?” Jungkook’s jaw drops open, his eyes widening. “M-Me?”

You glance up at Taehyung, quirking an eyebrow. “Him?”

Taehyung erupts into another fit of laughter but he’s the only one who finds the situation hilarious because you and Jungkook continue to sit there, dumbfounded. When Taehyung calms himself down, he wipes his eyes and shakes his head.

“Are you seriously telling me you haven’t been noticing?” he asks.

“Noticing what?”

“The way Jungkook keeps eye-fucking you,” Taehyung says simply.

Jungkook gaps. “The fuck? I haven’t.”

“Jungkook, you’re not exactly sly,” Taehyung says. “He’s been doing it the whole night, babe. It’s not the first time he’s done it, too. I just figured we could do him a little favour.”

Your turn to look up at Jungkook and purse your lips. He’s seated in Taehyung’s desk chair and has a frown painted on his face. It’s not like it comes as a surprise to you because he’s constantly trying to flirt with you even when you’re sober but his sudden flustered appearance puzzles you slightly. You’ll admit the idea is ludicrous, but Jungkook is undeniably hot, and grinding on his dick sounds more than wonderful to you in your current state. Either way, you stand to your feet.

“I’ll do it,” You say. “Why not?”

“Wh-What?” Jungkook yelps. “You will?”

“Yeah,” You flash him a pearly smirk. “What? Is confident Jungkookie finally shy?”

At the mention of the taunting nickname, he straightens up in his seat and scowls. “No. I’m just surprised you gave in so easily. You must really like me, huh?”

“Keep dreaming, Jeon,” You retort.

The music is still playing in the background as you slink towards Jungkook’s seated figure. Meanwhile, Taehyung is watching with an amused look on his face and sits back, clearly enjoying the view as he tells you that you have three minutes. As you approach Jungkook, he leans back in his seat and watches you with dark eyes. Jungkook’s eyes sweep over your figure, from the way you muse your hands through your messy hair, your tight tank top with one strap falling down your shoulder, your lacy and scantily clad underwear, and your smooth legs. He gulps at the sight and shifts in his seat.

As soon as you’re standing in front of him, you whirl around so that your back is to him and jutt your butt out just enough to catch his attention as you sway your hips to the music. Your hands ghost up your sides just faintly enough so that chills run down your spine and you lock eyes with Taehyung for a split second to see him grinning. You sit back on Jungkook’s lap and his breath hitches in his throat suddenly. He hates to admit how easily you’re driving him crazy and as soon as you are but he takes the time to enjoy the dance anyway, eyes staying trained on your ass as you grind against him in agonizingly slow circles and right against his dick nestled against his thigh. He can’t help it when a moan emits from him.

“Fucking hell,” he grunts, raking his hands through his hair. You snicker at his reaction, craning your neck to look behind at him.

“Enjoying yourself, Kookie?”

“N-No,” he rasps. This is a lie, of course. “Turn around.”

His command only humours you but you don’t disobey. You get up for a second to spin around and face him before climbing back onto his lap, swinging one leg over his. Before you drop your hips completely on him, you’re rocking them back and forth against the thin air, your hands snaking around his neck. His hands suddenly find purchase on your waist and he yanks you down onto him with a sudden neediness that surprises you, though you don’t complain. You continue to grind against his lap and you can’t help your greedy self when your hands reach out to run up and down his toned chest. He shivers at your slightest touch, his jaw clenched, but he keeps his gaze focused on your eyes, as if challenging you for more. Behind you, Taehyung is taking another hit from the bong and laughs lightly at Jungkook’s reactions.

“Let him touch you,” Taehyung says.

You expect Jungkook to listen to Taehyung and reach out to grab onto you but he hesitates, his hands remaining at your hips. So, instead, you take his hands in yours and begin pulling them up, sliding them along your midriff and up to your chest. You don’t even flinch as you let him cup your boobs over your clothes and you watch him slyly as he gulps.

“Is this the first time you’ve actually touched a girl, Jungkook?” You quip. “You’re gawking at my boobs like it is. Not gonna wet yourself, hm?”

“Fuck off,” he growls, though there’s no malice in his voice.

Instead, he focuses his attention on your breasts and the weight of them in his palm. They’re soft and supple and he squeezes them firmly, jiggles the flesh as he fondles at you blatantly. He hates to admit it but he feels as if he’s going to combust at any second, repressing the sudden urge to tear off your shirt and burrow his head in your chest, your boobs in his mouth. He doesn’t know whether the soft moan that slips from your parted pink lips is intentional to mess with him or because you had been getting carried away yourself. Either way, Jungkook’s certain it’s the hottest thing he’s heard in a while, the hottest thing he’s seen in a while, and he hates how his sudden erection forms, how embarrassing it must be. When you feel his hardened length start to poke at your thigh, you look down at him past your lashes and smirk.

“Are you hard already, Kookie?” You giggle.

Taehyung roars with laughter abruptly and the outburst only makes Jungkook redden.

“I━I━” he stammers helplessly.

You shake your head at him and then purposely press your hips a little more firmly against his, gripping at his shoulders now. You’re challenging him now too, and he doesn’t know what you have in mind but you’re wickedly set on making him cum in his pants before Taehyung stops you.

“Time’s up,” he says.

Jungkook almost groans out loud in frustration when you pull away and step off of his lap. He’s embarrassingly hard now but his drunk self doesn’t try very hard to hide it. Taehyung’s stare is settled on Jungkook as you walk back to your seat but, before you can even sit down, Taehyung is beckoning you over.

“Come here, babe,” he hums. You look at him curiously but move in his direction. “What do you say we help Jungkook with his problem, huh?”

“Help? How?” You question.

“Come sit,” Taehyung gestures to his thigh.

Jungkook watches with silent seething jealousy as you take a seat on Taehyung’s thigh and then he’s kissing you, pressing his lips against your neck. You react almost instantly, your head craning to allow him more access and your eyes clamp shut, your mouth hanging open in delight.

“Tae━” You mewl, tugging at his hair, as if to prompt him wordlessly about Jungkook’s presence. But when does it become too much? Every action seems to keep building and building, that you know where the night surely must be heading; that you crave it.

Taehyung’s tongue swirls at your neck, his lips sucking on the sensitive skin, before he peeks one eye open to look at Jungkook.

“Look at him,” Taehyung hums against you. “Look at how jealous he is right now. Look at how bad he wants to be me right now.”

You take a moment to register his words, your head spinning. You struggle to find Jungkook as Taehyung continues to ravish your neck. Jungkook’s stare is hard, his jaw clenched; his hands are balled into tight fists that let you see the bulging veins in his arms. Is he jealous? Angry?

Taehyung suddenly bites down onto your neck and you gasp in surprise, leaning against his chest. His nimble fingers find the hem of your shirt which he lifts and discards on the floor with ease. Next to come off is your bra. You don’t realize your torso is bare until a slight breeze hits your breasts and perks your nipples and Taehyung reaches up to cup the soft tissue in his large hands and Jungkook can’t look away because, fuck, touching you is all he really wants to do.

“Do you see him staring now?” Taehyung asks. “Do you see how desperate he is for you? Look at how bad he wants to touch you right now, baby girl. Will you let him?”

You’re still staring at Jungkook as Taehyung speaks and note how fast Jungkook’s demeanour has changed. He looks helpless, his erection more prominent in his straining jeans which he shamelessly palms at to feel some sort of relief.

“Better yet,” Taehyung hums, averting your attention back to him. He’s sliding one of his hands down your front and in between your legs, pushing your thighs apart. His digits come in contact with your clothed pussy and the sudden touch, light and feathery, makes you jump and gasp. You hadn’t been aware of how wet you had been until he touched you just then and the coil in your stomach only tightens with each passing second. “Will you let him play with you?”

It takes you a second to respond, though that isn’t because you’re struggling to decide. The thought entices you far more than you ever believed it could. Taehyung is suddenly rubbing his fingers against your clothed clit in so very slow circles that it suddenly has you tripping over your own thoughts. You’re biting hard onto your lower lip as you force yourself to nod hastily.

“Do you want him to?” Taehyung asks.

“Fuck, yes,” You whine. “Mmm, Tae━”

Taehyung shifts you in his lap so that your back is pressed against his chest, leaning all your weight against him. It’s hard to focus as one of his hands fondles one of your breasts while his other presses figure eights onto your clit. You’re on full display for Jungkook now, though his eyes fall to the wet spot that forms on your pretty little underwear as your arousal leaks from you.

“How badly do you want him to?” Taehyung asks.

“So badly,” You whimper.

This catches Jungkook’s attention and he leans forward in his seat. Taehyung smirks against you and then he’s moving, withdrawing his hand from between your thighs to hook around the waistband of your underwear. He gives it a quick tug and you fumble to lift your hips so he can pull the useless fabric down your legs. Once it pools at your feet, you kick it off to the side and then Taehyung’s hand returns between your thighs.

“Spread your legs,” he says.

You do as you’re told, pushing your thighs apart but then instinctively squeezing them shut when Taehyung continues to press his fingers against your clit. The sudden stimulation is too much for you and your face begins to heat up so Taehyung uses the chance to push your legs apart for you. He hitches one of your thighs over his own as if to anchor you in place and it works.

“Can you stay like that for me, baby?” Taehyung drawls. “Look at Jungkook for me.”

You nod, your throat dry as you lift your gaze to lock eyes once more with Jungkook. You find the boy gawking at your sex and you moan suddenly. His head snaps up to stare at you with a sudden blazing determination and lust in his eyes before they fall once more to your pussy, admiring the way it pulsates each time Taehyung swipes at your clit or tweaks at your nipples. But the best part? The best part is just how wet you are, your clear juices coating Taehyung’s fingers, spilling onto yours and Taehyung’s thighs with the passing seconds, and suddenly Jungkook is hungry for you. But what he doesn’t know is how you suddenly imagine Jungkook in Taehyung’s place, sat beneath you poised daintily on his lap, his fingers pressing against you.

You twist on top of Taehyung, your own hand reaching up to grasp at your other breast, pinching at the nipple tightly. A delighted moan fumbles from your lips. “Jungkook━ Fuck━”

“It’s nice, yeah?” Taehyung asks aloud to the other boy. “She’s pretty, hm?”

Jungkook nods eagerly and then groans. “She’s dripping. Fuck, it’s so hot.”

Your face burns at his words but you don’t have enough wits to think of a snarky retort like usual.

Taehyung chuckles. “Why don’t you come here then and touch her? Taste her? Is that okay, baby?”

When you realize Taehyung is asking you, you nod eagerly. “Shit, please━ Jungkook, wanna feel you━”

At your request, Jungkook practically tumbles out of his seat. As soon as he’s standing on his feet, the realization seems to hit him and he takes his time, walking to you slowly. His gaze sweeps over your exposed body and he licks his lips, his eyes suddenly darkening. Taehyung doesn’t stop touching you or marking your neck his even as Jungkook walks closer and it hits you in that moment what exactly you’re doing and who you’re with ━ and you fucking love it. Jungkook kneels down in front of you and Taehyung nods in encouragement.

“She’s impatient and feisty,” Taehyung informs. “But that makes her fun to tease.”

“I know how to pleasure a girl,” Jungkook quips.

“But you don’t know how to pleasure Y/N,” Taehyung replies. “You’re too cocky, Jungkookie, and she doesn’t like that. You need to take your time with her and you don’t do that often with girls, do you?”

Jungkook doesn’t respond but, judging by his face, you assume Taehyung is right.

“What do you want me to do?” Jungkook asks. He’s staring at your face now and only your face. His intense stare makes you squirm on Taehyung’s lap, and makes you suck your lower lip between your teeth.

“Touch me,” You rasp. “Touch me, please, Jungkook.”

God, how he loves hearing you moan his name. But the anticipation is killing you. You’ve felt Taehyung’s fingers plenty of time; you’ve never felt Jungkook’s, and the abrupt need seems to grow more intense with each passing second.

“You heard her, Jungkookie,” Taehyung says. He draws his hand away from your heat and kisses your neck softly. “Go on. Touch her. Be gentle, go slow.”

Jungkook is shaking with excitement ━ or maybe it’s just the weed and alcohol in his bloodstream ━ but he eyes you carefully, gnawing down on his lower lip. He reaches out at a tedious pace and hesitates, his fingers hovering over your core. Taehyung is watching with eager eyes whilst planting open mouthed kisses along your shoulders, neck, and jawline. Jungkook finally presses his fingers against your pussy and your reaction is immediate. You toss your head back against Taehyung’s shoulder and jutt your hips forward.

“Nnngh, fuck, Kook━” You whimper. “M-More━ Wanna feel more━”

Jungkook takes that as a good sign and follows after Taehyung, rubbing circles into your clit slowly. He feels just how wet you are, his fingers coating with your cum as they move with ease past your folds, and it’s enough to let the wave of glee wash over him again.

“See? Look how much she loves it already,” Taehyung says. “Keep going.”

Jungkook doesn’t need to be told twice. As he rubs his fingers over your clit, his other hand comes up in a greedy fashion. He can’t stop himself from slipping a finger past your folds and it takes all you can not to moan out loud but you give up on the prospect of remaining quiet when it feels so good to have both boys on you.

“Let him know how you feel, baby,” Taehyung purs. “How he’s making you feel.”

You struggle to find your voice momentarily, too caught up with the lust and desire but then a cry of delight falls from your lips. “Fuck, ah, Jungkook! That feels s-so good━”

Jungkook’s head snaps up to look at you in pure disbelief.

“Holy shit, that’s so fucking hot,” he huffs. “I never thought you’d moan my name and now you’re so wet and tight and for me━”

“And me,” Taehyung admonishes offhandedly.

Jungkook doesn’t reply but that’s mostly because he’s suddenly fixated on curling his finger inside of you and watching your every reaction. Your hips jut forward and you cry out, panting at the blissful feeling but it isn’t enough. You need more, and you need more now. As if Taehyung can read your mind, he chimes in again, disrupting yours and Jungkook’s reverie.

“Why don’t you have a taste of her?” he asks. “You won’t regret it.”

Jungkook’s eyes light up and he watches as you nod eagerly, desperate pleas coming from your mouth. Jungkook lowers himself down between your thighs and you wait with bated breath before he’s licking a clean stripe against your folds with his flattened tongue. The sudden slippery warmth has your body writhing in pleasure.

“Jungkook━” You cry out. “Oh my god━”

Jungkook grins. Then he’s licking at you again, tasting your sweet succulence, and groans into your hot core.

“Shit,” Jungkook huffs. “You taste amazing.”

He nibbles down slightly on your clit without warning and tugs. You instantly jerk into his mouth, a strangled moan ripping from your throat that sounds something like a scold of his name and a desperate plea for more. “Jungkook!”

Taehyung snickers against your neck and you can feel Jungkook’s lips curl into a taunting smirk between your thighs. Jungkook’s finger still curls deep within you as his tongue returns to lapping at your clit and you can feel his nose brushing against you the deeper he burrows into you. Meanwhile, Taehyung is continuing to ravish your neck, his hands tweaking at your nipples. The onslaught of senses is so much for you that you nearly scream when Jungkook’s tongue dips into your heat so suddenly to accompany his finger. He laps at you hungrily and you gasp, your breath stuttering as your hands come down to tug hard in his raven locks, your hips bucking forward and into his mouth. It feels fantastic, too incredible for you to put into words, as you feel the wetness of his tongue lap at your walls and suddenly you’re aware of just how susceptible you are to both of the boys near you.

“Fuck, don’t stop, Jungkook,” You moan.

“Now who’s the needy one?” Jungkook coos against your cunt. “Gonna cum on my tongue?”

“P-Please━ Want it so badly, Kook━”

He smacks his lips against you, taking as much as he can of you into his mouth and sucking hard until all you hear are the lewd wet sounds of his tongue and finger working miracles against you. You’re clutching his hair so tight, pushing him closer into your heat but he doesn’t relent. One of his hands comes up to hold onto your waist, to push you firmly back onto Taehyung’s lap and closer into Jungkook’s mouth. You can feel Taehyung’s budding erection poking against your thigh and it’s enough to make you flustered once more.

In an attempt to help Taehyung, you find yourself grinding not only into Jungkook’s mouth but onto Taehyung’s lap, earning a growl into your neck. Taehyung’s free hand comes up to your chin which he grabs roughly. He forces you to look at him and then he’s smashing his lips onto yours in a heated fashion for an entirely ungraceful kiss. It’s needy and hot, completely open mouthed as your tongues mingle in the air and as Taehyung sucks on your lower lip. Yet you tear your gaze from Taehyung to look down at Jungkook as he buries himself further into your pussy, his nose nuzzling against your clit. You’re dripping by now and you can see your own juices smear onto his lips, dribble down to his chin, and it’s the hottest thing you could ever imagine seeing. He doesn’t seem to care as it spills down his neck and suddenly the mere sight has you squirming again. You part from Taehyung’s mouth with a wet pop that rings in your ears and moan.

“Fuck━ nghn, I━I━ think I’m close,” You whimper.

“Fuuck, yes,” Jungkook growls against you.

“Let it go, baby,” Taehyung hums, nibbling at your ear. “Cum for him, for us.”

Jungkook’s pace quickens, pumping his finger faster in you and sucking at your clit until you have no more strength to hold off. Your hands fumble in his hair, trying desperately to pull him closer, and you hate how badly you want your sweet release already. It doesn’t help when Taehyung twists your body ever so slightly so that he can lean down to your breasts and catch one of your nipples between his teeth. His tongue swishes back and forth against the perked bud and you whimper again, the coil in your stomach tightening and loosening.

You’re so close now and Jungkook can hear it, can feel it, can taste it. You don’t have much longer after that before your orgasm is hitting you hard.

“I’m gonna━” You reach out to grasp at Jungkook’s hair, tugging at the roots. “Fuck, Jungkook━”

You cry out suddenly, the coil in your stomach springing apart. Jungkook moans into your pussy as you cum, pulsating around his tongue and finger and dripping into his mouth. You’re reduced to nothing but a whimpering, writhing mess against Taehyung as you buck back and forth into Jungkook’s mouth to ride out your high. Taehyung pulls apart from you to rub circles into your hips and the seemingly gentle move somehow soothes the intense wave of pleasure into something much sweeter. Fire burns at your core and flicks outward until your whole body is warm and numb and then you collapse against Taehyung’s chest, panting hard. Jungkook drinks up every last bit of you and you begin to cringe at the oversensitivity before you gain some of your wits again. You push his head away hastily and this time he relents.

“Did all your little happy wet dreams finally come true, Jeon?” You snicker languidly.

The boy sits back on his knees and looks up at you, locking gazes with yours. You can finally see his face, his tousled black hair, his swollen red lips, and chin, all of which are covered in your perfect sheen. He licks at his lips and wipes at his chin and neck where his tongue can’t reach and he does all of this without breaking eye contact with you. A small smirk forms on his face and suddenly you’re filled with an intense need for payback.

“Yeah, you act confident now but you seemed to enjoy it when you were riding my face,” Jungkook says. You roll your eyes, about to reply before he adds, “So, you’re welcome.”

“You’re impossible,” You huff, pushing yourself off of Taehyung’s lap.

“Where do you think you’re going, baby?” Taehyung mewls behind you. “We still need you.”

“Oh, I know,” You quip. You reach down to grab onto Jungkook’s chin, forcing him to look up at you. “But it’s my turn, don’t you think, Tae?”

Taehyung chuckles and nods in agreement. Jungkook, however, hardly looks bothered, though he seems a little taken aback by your sudden assertiveness when you begin pulling him up to his feet before pushing him back onto the bed. Taehyung scoots over so that the three of you can fit comfortably on his bed and then you’re moving, crawling over to Jungkook on your hands and knees.

“Are you trying to intimidate me?” Jungkook asks. “Because this is sexier than it is scary.”

You’re hovering over his crotch when he speaks, your greedy hands reaching forward to brush against his hard dick straining in his jeans. He nearly jolts in his seat at the sudden touch and you and Taehyung giggle again.

“Mmm, baby, teach him a lesson,” Taehyung hums. “Suck him off nice and slow but don’t let him cum.”

“Not unless he begs for it,” You say wickedly.

Taehyung stifles a chuckle. “I told you she’s feisty, Jungkookie.”

The younger boy is eyeing you carefully as you busy yourself by undoing the belt buckle on his jeans. He acts unimpressed, unfazed, as you unbutton his jeans and began sliding them off his legs, but you can see the needy and impatient glint in his eyes. Your eyes fall immediately to the ever present straining bulge in his boxers and you gulp in response, licking your lips. You can’t help yourself when you reach out to brush your fingers faintly along his length. He jolts in his seat and grits his teeth, shooting you a hard glare.

“Are you seriously going to tease me?” Jungkook grumbles. “We can skip all of that, y’know━”

“It’s payback, Jeon,” You hum, running your fingers down his dick and then back up again. “Where’s the fun in it if I skip all of the teasing?”

“You know,” Taehyung murmurs from beside you. He’s reclining back, watching you with intense eyes and is completely shameless about his prominent erection contained by his boxers. “I’m surprised the idiot hasn’t referred to his dick yet as Jungcock.”

You giggle, an all too innocent and sweet sound for the way you’re palming at Jungkook’s dick. Jungkook, who is apparently having a rather difficult time keeping up with his surroundings while your fingers continue to work against him, scoffs. His eyebrows knit together as he throws a beady glare at the older boy.

“You’re ruining the mood,” he grunts.

Taehyung clicks his tongue against his teeth, a smirk tugging at his luscious lips. “Of course. I digress.”

You turn your attention back to Jungkook who’s staring down at your hand with parted lips and a crease in his brows. Without warning, you grasp him through his boxers and he groans suddenly, bucking forward. The desperation of his situation only seems to increase in severity when you peel back the elastic band of his boxers and slide them off his legs, finally freeing his dick which springs out from it’s confines. He’s much bigger than you expected, his tip angry and red, leaking with pearly beads that dribble down his length and the bulging veins that line it.

“You’re staring again,” Jungkook hums when he notices you pause, your eyes wide. “Sure you don’t like what you see?”

You shake yourself from your daze and frown. “Shut up.”

The boy starts to chuckle at your flustered expression but yelps when you clasp your fingers around the base of his cock. A beautiful moan falls from his lips and excites you even more. You start pumping him slowly, guiding your hands up and down his length in careful and measured motions, wiping your thumb across his tip each time you reach it. Jungkook shudders in your touch, his teeth coming down to gnaw hard on his lower lip. His eyes are glued to your hands working against him, his face scrunching up in pure euphoria.

“Mmm, fuck,” he grunts, his head lolling back. “Stop teasing me and go faster.”

You don’t listen. If anything, you slow your pace and it has him so frustrated that he lets an involuntary whimper escape him. He bucks into your clenched hand, practically begging for more but remains quiet, safe for his heavy panting.

“You heard her, Kook,” Taehyung says. “Beg for her.”

“There’s no way I’m begging,” Jungkook hisses through gritted teeth. “Never. I never have and never will.”

“Bullshit,” You scoff. You fondle at his balls with your other hand and he moans again. Your hand comes to a complete halt all of a sudden, interrupting Jungkook as he is about to speak. Before he can protest, you lean down and lick at his tip, swirling your tongue around him once to taste his saltiness. His hips rut forward into you but you pull back almost immediately and find Jungkook gaping. You meet his desperate eyes for a steady gaze. “Beg. Just once, Jungkookie.”

Jungkook’s stare wavers as you run your fingers along his tip, squeezing slightly. He tries to compose himself, to remain calm, but when you are relentless, he caves very easily. He only gives in when you kiss the base of his cock. And those eyes ━ fuck, the way your eyes turn so wide and already look so fucked out. How could he resist you?

“Fuck, fuck, okay,” he gasps. “I need more, baby, please. Ah, please━ You feel so fucking good.”

His needy pleas satisfy you and your lips curl into a devious grin. You lower yourself on him suddenly, licking a clean stripe up his length and he moans loudly. You enclose your mouth around his tip and suck, earning a small growl from him as he pushes his hips forward for more. In the next second, you sink your mouth down his length, taking as much of him as you can.

“Fuck!” he moans abruptly. “Ahh, shit, that feels amazing, baby.”

You hollow out your cheeks as you pull your head up and then back down, starting at an even pace that has him moaning and writhing beneath you. He feels much bigger in your mouth but you don’t mind even when he bucks himself into you unexpectedly and hits the back of your throat. The action makes you gag around him and, in return, he curses at the way it feels.

“K-Keep doing that,” he mumbles. “Please, fuck, just like that.”

His fingers thread in your hair and he pulls you down greedily on him but you don’t refuse.

“Can you do it, baby girl?” Taehyung questions. His hand finds his way on your back where he rubs gentle circles into your skin. “Can you take all of him in your mouth?”

You nod carefully around Jungkook’s hardened length.

“Good girl,” Taehyung smirks. “Go slow.”

You follow his orders, sinking gradually onto Jungkook until you feel the tip of him hitting the back of your throat. You gag once more but, instead of pulling back, you shut your eyes and take a few deep breaths in through your nose. In, out, in, out, and then you swallow. Jungkook’s reaction is sudden and intense. He bucks into your mouth unwillingly and moans even louder, his fingers clutching at your roots.

“That’s it, baby,” Taehyung hums and his sudden presence is comforting.

“A-Again,” Jungkook stammers. “Again, please━ holy shit, you feel amazing.”

You swallow again and then a third and each time you can feel yourself sinking lower onto him. Tears prickle at your eyes as your nose is suddenly pressed against his lower abdomen but his reactions are well worth it and so you continue.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” Taehyung says, planting a chaste kiss against your shoulder. “You deserve some more attention, hm?”

His fingers slowly rub circles down your back, his lips following your arch and has you shivering beneath him, before stopping at the dip just above your ass. He’s kneeling behind you now, his fingers massaging into your thighs. You sigh against Jungkook when you feel Taehyung’s fingers continue their trek to your ass, rubbing you carefully. You, in response, push your hips back, waiting for more.

“You’re still so wet, baby,” Taehyung says. “I bet you’d come with one touch of my finger.”

With Jungkook buried hilt deep inside your mouth, you’re hardly prepared for when Taehyung slips his fingers underneath to your folds. It’s embarrassing to admit how right he is. You react instantly, moaning around Jungkook and jutting your hips back for more. The simple vibration has Jungkook groaning, his hips bucking forward. You hadn’t even been aware of just how wet you are before Taehyung pointed it out but then you can feel it, pulsing out of you and dripping down the top of your inner thighs.

“But you need more, don’t you?” Taehyung asks. “How about my cock? Will you let me fuck you, baby girl?”

You nod eagerly, the simple question exciting you even more. Taehyung chuckles and leans down to press a kiss to the arch of your back.

“But you’ll have to be good and keep pleasuring Jungkook too, okay?” Taehyung says.

You hum in response and swallow around Jungkook as if to tell both boys that you have no plans on stopping. Jungkook twitches inside you and scrunches his eyes shut.

“Fuck, Taehyung,” he grumbles. “Hurry up. Any time you touch her, she swallows. It feels so good.”

Taehyung snickers but he takes his time. He runs his fingers up and down your folds until you’re moaning needily against Jungkook. You look over your shoulder to see Taehyung’s fingers wrapped around his own hardened and pulsating erection, pumping himself a few times as he stares at you carefully. He positions himself behind you and takes the chance to run his tip and length along your folds. You whimper suddenly, hoping your desperate noises will spur him on.

“You want more, baby?” Taehyung asks.

You hum again, your voice muffled and hoarse.

“Okay,” he sighs. “Only because you’ve been so good.”

You have no time to brace yourself from the sudden impact of feelings. He doesn’t do much except for push himself into you, past your folds. It’s only just the tip and yet your heart jolts in your chest, the coil in your stomach tightens. It feels so good to finally have something of larger girth in you that you gap, simultaneously sinking down further onto Jungkook. The two boys grunt above you, both of them panting hard.

“You feel so good, baby,” Taehyung mumbles. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

He leans down to press a kiss against your shoulder, his other hand coming up to rest on the dip of your lower back to guide you. He slowly, so very slowly, pushes himself into you, inch by inch, so you can feel the way he stretches you open, feel the way he buries into you. Your leaking arousal only proves to be of an advantage, letting him easily push into you without any trouble. Your fingers grip the bed sheets beneath you in an ironclad grip and you squeak when he’s finally buried hilt deep within you. You nearly gag around Jungkook again, who’s still panting and writhing above you, but the way Taehyung’s tongue marks patterns into your shoulder comforts you. You whine against Jungkook, pushing your hips back for more and the simplicity of your action has Taehyung’s breath hitching in his throat.

“So warm,” he grunts and then sighs against your back. “You always feel so amazing.”

He still hasn’t moved and you’re beginning to grow impatient, distraught over the feeling of him rock hard inside you but unmoving. You debate pulling apart from Jungkook to yell at Taehyung but you assume he can understand your haste judging by the way your body writhes beneath him, your fingers clench into fists. He pulls out in one languid movement, his breath stuttering, until only his tip is left before he pushes himself back in, equally as slow. He sets at a steady, easy pace that, at the very least, lets you grasp onto some sensible thoughts and pushes you to keep pleasing Jungkook. Jungkook can’t take it anymore; he starts rutting his hips up into your mouth with gritted teeth. It’s a hot, erotic mess of mingled moans and groans but you never want it to stop ━ in fact, you want more.

“You like that, baby?” Taehyung grunts.

You nod hurriedly, humming in response.

“Ah, fuck━” Taehyung groans. “Want it harder?”

You nod once more, this time eagerly. When Taehyung pulls back one more time, he slams himself back into you without any warning and you jerk forward, sinking down onto Jungkook. The younger boy moans, his head lolling back as his fingers twisting in your hair. You don’t expect Taehyung to do the same thing again, pull out slowly and then push himself back in with more force, but he does, and he repeats the action again and again until he abandons it for a whole new pace. Soon, he’s thrusting into you hard and fast but always making sure his hips reconnect with yours before pulling out so you can feel him practically in your throat.

“Like being fucked like this?” Taehyung asks. “You like being used like a little slut?”

His thrusts are relentless suddenly, jerking your body and back and forth until he’s fucking you in a way that has you sucking off Jungkook just right so that you hardly have to put in any effort. Although his hard thrusts feel amazing, each time you’re pushed forward, you sink further down onto Jungkook unwillingly and that, paired with the way Jungkook frantically fucks himself into your mouth, you nearly gag each time as he hits the back of your throat, drool pooling at your lips and dribbling down your chin. Tears prick at your eyes from the feeling and it’s too pleasing to quit, to pull away from Jungkook just yet. Jungkook’s staring down at you when he notices your scrunched up face. You’re surprised when his hand finds your cheek, his thumb brushing reassuringly into your cheekbone.

“You’re doing so━ ah, fuck━ so well, baby,” he rasps.

You can taste the saltiness of precum on the tip of your tongue and you wonder how close he is. You have no qualms in finishing him off then and there but soon the pleasure you’re receiving from Taehyung becomes too much. Soon, he’s hitting you at an angle that shakes something in you. You pull apart from Jungkook with a loud pop, saliva and cum coating his length and your lips, and a gasp wretches from your throat.

“Fuck!” You cry hoarsely. “Ah, T-Taehyung!”

You’re too weak to push yourself up and end up burying your head in Jungkook’s lower abdomen, feeling the heat consume you. You’re near numb, senseless, as you let Taehyung ravish your body, fuck you hard into the mattress and Jungkook. It’s a frantic build up, an intense wave of emotions that you seem to pass through, and you can hardly bring yourself to react. All you can hear is the sound of moaning and skin against skin and the heat seems to make its way up to your head, making you warm and fuzzy. Jungkook gently pulls at your face, lifting you up and bringing you to him so that he can smash his lips onto yours and all you can taste is bitter liquor, you, and him, but that doesn’t stop him from sucking on your lower lip even when you pull apart to moan and gasp.

“T-Tae,” You sob. “Fuck, Tae, I━I’m c━close━”

“Cum for me, baby girl,” he murmurs. “Let me hear you.”

You shake your head frantically at the sensitive sting between your legs still raw from your orgasm from Jungkook, shutting your eyes. Taehyung’s hands find their way onto your hips and he pulls you down his length until you’re balls deep and pauses. He lifts your hips and you can feel him twitch inside you that it even makes your own thighs tremble and shake. You’re sure you’ll collapse on him if he doesn’t hold onto you and he must realize this too because he grips your hips tight to continue thrusting into you. Soon you’re tumbling towards your high. Taehyung’s pumps are frantic, growing sloppy with each passing second, as he pushes you to yours and his high. The coil snaps in your stomach again and you’re in a moment of freefall where you’re stunned by the wave of pleasure. Then, Taehyung is bringing you back down to reality with his hard thrusts, the way he moans, and the lewd wet sounds of him pumping himself into you.

“Ah, T-Tae━” You whimper. “So good, fuck━”

His name falls from your lips in a repeated mantra. You crumble beneath him, collapsing entirely against Jungkook, who’s brushing your hair away from your face. You’re shaking with each touch, your walls pulsing around Taehyung and clenching hard. He moans and curses behind you and you know he must be close to his high because he, too, is fumbling for it. His thrusts are even more hasty and soon he’s reaching his climax. His moans increase in volume and his thrusts become sloppier until he finally pulls his cock from your walls and nearly collapses against your back.

With his hand clenched tightly around his shaft, he jerks himself off until he’s releasing onto your back in white hot spurts. He’s panting hard, sweat coating his forehead, but he takes the time to press chaste kisses along your back and shoulders as the two of you attempt to calm your shrill hearts. It’s silent in the room for a moment despite your panting breaths. Taehyung takes a moment to grab his discarded shirt and wipe at the mess he’s made before he collapses next to you at long last with a huff of air. You moan wearily, rolling off of Jungkook to lay on your back between the two.

“God, you’re amazing,” Taehyung sighs.

You giggle up at the boy and lean towards him to kiss. His fingers rake in your hair and a few silent seconds pass before you’re nearly back to an even breathing pace. That’s when you notice Jungkook, his hand gripped tightly around his still painfully hard dick.

“Jungkook,” You pur his name, catching his attention. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” he quips.

“It’s your turn,” Taehyung points out. Jungkook glances at Taehyung and then down at you, quirking an eyebrow.

“W-Well, I just thought━” Jungkook stammers. “I just thought you’ve had enough. It’s okay, you don’t have to.”

“I call bullshit again,” You scoff.

“Baby girl,” Taehyung hums, “do you want Jungkookie to fuck you?”

You nod eagerly but Jungkook doesn’t seem too convinced, or maybe he’s hesitant. Taehyung’s eyeing him closely, curiously, before he gaps. He bursts out into a fit of chuckles, earning both yours and Jungkook’s attention.

“Shit, of course,” Taehyung grins. “He’s probably gonna let go the minute he’s in you. You’re close, hm?”

“Only because she’s already been down on me,” Jungkook grumbles.

“You know that’s not it,” Taehyung replies. “You’ve been wanting this forever.”

Jungkook’s eyes suddenly darken as he glares at the older boy. “Taehyung.”

“Wait, what?” You ask, turning to gawk at both.

“Jungkook has a little crush on you,” Taehyung smirks. “This is all he’s ever wanted. I bet he’ll bust a nut the second he fucks you and he’s embarrassed.”

You gasp as you turn to face Jungkook who looks entirely disgruntled but you’re more shocked about the fact that Jungkook likes you than anything else. Jungkook, notoriously arrogant fuckboy, who’s seemingly made it his mission to give you a headache every waking moment by trying to flirt with you. And maybe you’ve always sort of known it; maybe you’ve always sort of felt the same.

“That’s not true!” Jungkook protests. “I━I━ Well, Tae hardly finishes when he’s with another girl. He’s jacked off to the thought of you before, too━”

Taehyung starts. “Fuck off━”

You’re stuck between the bickering boys, staring up at both of them with a dumbfounded expression. Before either boy can strangle the other, you’re speaking up and interrupting them.

“I don’t mind,” You say. “I’m just… surprised.”

Both boys are silent now, aggravated probably, and you giggle. You reach up to rake your fingers in Taehyung’s hair and then look up at Jungkook, using your other hand to grab onto his chin once more and force him to face you.

“Come here, you idiot,” You drawl. “I want you to fuck me. Wanna feel your dick.”

Jungkook seems taken aback but then his eyes are sweeping down your body and he writhes in his seat. Before he can protest, you’re pulling him down onto you to kiss. It’s passionate and rough but hot altogether as your lips smack against one anothers. Jungkook’s desperate situation seems to hit him again, especially when you snake one of your hands down to his length and wrap your fingers around him to jerk him off. He pulls apart from you, gulping.

“Fuck, okay, okay,” he gasps. “I need to be in you right now, please.”

You and Taehyung smirk as Jungkook shifts around on the bed to kneel between your legs. He pauses, glancing up at you once more and noting the way you bite your lower lip seductively, before finally pushing himself in. He goes slow, but not as gradual as Taehyung. You can still feel him stretching you open and he groans. He seems to slide the rest of the way in with a lewd squelch sound because of just how wet you are and then he’s buried balls deep, fitting so snug within you.

“Holy shit,” he whines. “You weren’t kidding, Tae. She feels amazing.”

Taehyung hums in agreement. “What does she feel like? Let her know, Kookie.”

Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut momentarily to focus. “Wet,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “Warm, tight ━ fuck, so tight.”

He marvels at the feeling, wonders how you can still clench so tightly around him despite being stretched wide by Taehyung. He bows his head to rest in the crook of your neck and moans. His words are enough to spur on your own reaction and you whimper against him.

“Oh, fuck, Jungkook━”

The sensitivity you feel in your core met with his hard cock makes you cringe but simultaneously pleases you and you’re bucking your hips for more. He groans at the feeling, his hands flying down to grip your hips. He’s big, stretching you wide, but you feel anything but pain except for the sharp burning sensation as the intensity of your past orgasms start to hit you. He rolls his hips back and then thrusts into you so hard that you yelp and jerk back on the bed.

“Go easy on her, Jungkook,” Taehyung admonishes. “She’s not a doll.”

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook sighs, nipping at your throat. “You just feel so good, Y/N.”

“I’m okay,” You reassure. You feel his length twitch within you and your head lolls back. “Fuck, I feel more than okay.”

“Can we try something?” Taehyung asks.

He receives two weak nods in response. Jungkook pauses, shifts the two of you until he’s on his back and you’re straddling his hips, his dick never once slipping from your core. The older boy grabs onto you and yanks you onto his hips.

“What do you say we give Y/N the pleasure she deserves?” he asks. He pushes his length past your folds and is rewarded by the sound of your moans as your jaw unhinges. “Think you can handle both of us, baby?”

“Fuck, yes,” You gasp.

Jungkook seems just as enticed by this. He’s careful as he pushes his cock into you and your reaction is explosive. With Taehyung already stretching you wide, you wonder how Jungkook will fit but it’s snug and perfect. You can feel him stretching you further, inch by glorious inch, and he hasn’t even begun moving when your walls clench around the two of them. Taehyung hisses in your ear and Jungkook pauses at once, sputtering for air, giving you time to adjust. When Jungkook pushes himself further into your cunt, rubbing against Taehyung’s cock and your own walls, you can’t help the delicious moan that falls from your lips.

“Oh my god,” You whimper. “Fuck, fuck, that feels so fucking good━”

It’s such a sticky, hot mess, and all you can hear is the sound of guttural moans and grunts. You jut your hips forward, a silent plea for something more. Jungkook’s hand grasps at your ass and then he’s pulling out. He growls suddenly, thrusting his hips forward and the sensation suddenly overwhelms you. As he picks up a pace that leaves you breathless, Taehyung slowly thrusts into you and the pleasure becomes too much. Your hands reach out to grab at anything, fingers digging eagerly into Jungkook’s chest, Taehyung’s sides.

“Oh, fuck,” Jungkook grunts. His face is scrunched in pleasure and concentration, his mouth hanging open.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” Taehyung growls. “You like being stretched wide like this, huh? Such a good girl too. Fuck━”

He’s sweating, but so are you, and all you can hear is the sound of yours and the boys’ moans, the vulgar wet slap with each thrust Jungkook makes. It’s only amplified with each small leisurely thrust Taehyung makes into your throbbing pussy, his dick rubbing against Jungkook’s with each thrust. Your walls tighten around Jungkook and Taehyung as the seconds pass and you know you’re already close to your third orgasm of the night but you try to hold off despite the room spinning. All you can do is lay there for Jungkook to ravish and control, for Taehyung to enjoy, too caught up in the moment. Your breasts bounce wildly with each thrust Jungkook makes and his gaze seems fixated on your chest before flickering down to watch himself disappear inside you each time. Taehyung is raking his fingers through your hair, soothing you through your next climax and it’s close.

“Fuck,” Jungkook hisses, panting hard. “I’m not gonna last.”

You push your hips forward as if to probe him on and he growls.

“No, shit, let me enjoy this, baby,” he whines. “Ah, so tight━”

He’s grumbling to himself, cursing under his breath and you smirk tiredly. Jungkook leans his head down to kiss at your chest, catching one of your nipples in his warm mouth. His tongue swishes back and forth over the perked bud and your chest arches into his face. Your fingers are clutching tight at his hair even as he obeys and adds more force with each thrust, slowly picking up his pace. His mouth widens and he sinks lower on your breast, humming against you in pleasure. Taehyung’s own pace quickens. It’s not as relentless as Jungkook’s but he makes sure to help aid you to your high, ramming his hips into yours until both their cocks slip into a seamless pattern. All you can focus on is the crude wetness, the way their dicks threaten to slip from your hold at how sloppy and wrecked your cunt becomes.

“Ah, yes,” You hiss. “Fuck, yes, yes━ So good, oh my god━ Right there━”

Your voice is cut off by a loud moan. You feel the familiar wave hit you once more and this time you hardly have any strength to fight it off or welcome it.

“I can’t━” You wail suddenly. “Fuck, I can’t━ I’m gonna cum━”

You’re fumbling for words to warn him that you’re close before you’re cuming around them. Their names wrench from your throat in no discernible pattern, accompanied by vulgar curses. Your body writhes between the two boys, your chest arching into his mouth, your legs tightening around Jungkook’s waist.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” Jungkook coos. “Come on, wanna feel you cream all over us━”

Stars form behind your eyelids and explode into galaxies as they swirl down your spine and to the tip of your toes, making them and your fingers curl in delight. Your vision grows blurry and tears stream down your face at the build up of pressure finally being released for the third time and you can’t help it when your mantra turns into delighted sobs and whimpers. You’re clenched so tight that Jungkook feels as if he hardly has any space to move and the confinement of his length has him gasping. He pulls apart from your breast to watch your scrunched up face with hooded eyes. He moans again, and desperately leans down to suck at your jawline.

You’re too spent to keep up with him or Taehyung as he helps you further to your high but you know Jungkook is close when his thrusts become messy, quick spurts. You gasp each time he thrusts up into you until he’s finally cuming.

“Shit,” he hisses. “Gonna cum━ Gonna let us fill you up, baby?”

“Please, please, wanna feel it,” You mewl.

He slams his hips into yours and stills for a moment as he releases into you in one hot wave and emits a beautiful moan of your name. You’re panting hard even as he rides out both your highs with a few more incredibly sloppy pumps before he finally collapses against your chest. The two of you are struggling to catch your breaths, your heart beating in your ears.

The room is silent, blissful, and it takes you a few moments of basking in it before you’ve regained your breath. Your fingers rake in Jungkook’s soft and sweaty hair and you hum in content. His mouth presses a few open mouthed and hot kisses along your neck and jawline before connecting with your own mouth. This time, the kiss is chaste and you smile against his lips before he’s pulling out of you. You moan at the missing feeling of his warmth and the way his own cum leaks from your core, down Taehyung’s cock, and your own thighs.

But Taehyung isn’t done. He thrusts up into you to ride out his own high, pushing Jungkook’s release back into you. His pace is steady, deep, and all you can both do is moan and gasp for air.

“Fuck, Tae,” You rasp tiredly. “Cum for me, baby.”

The boy gasps for air, nearly fumbling behind you to reach his high. “Gonna make this pussy mine. Fuuck━”

When Taehyung finally reaches his own high, it’s in another sticky stream of hot cum, each fluid mingling with the other in a pitiful mess. He pulls his slackened length from you and you whimper at sudden the loss, core and legs aching. As you slide onto the bed between the two tired and breathless boys, Jungkook wipes at your glistening core with a shirt and you sigh in content.

“Why haven’t we done that before?” You gasp, earning a chuckle from both. Jungkook lets out a boisterous laugh and you flick his arm. “If you say anything dumb, we’re never having a round two.”

“Round two?” he asks, wriggling his brows. “You want this to happen again?”

You nod, though you can already start to feel yourself succumb to sleep as it creeps upon you. “What do you think, Tae?”

“I think,” The older boy hums, “that’s your best idea yet.”

Jungkook seems surprised, excited even, and you smile sleepily. Taehyung throws his arm over your waist and pulls your back to his chest, wrapping you in his arms as he slips off to sleep. 

Before you fall asleep that night, you snake your arm up Jungkook’s chest and let your hand rest against his beating heart which you can still feel beating shrilly even long after your messy night together.

You awake to the familiar sound of your alarm.

It’s loud, annoying, and jolts you awake only to toss you into a haze of muddled confusion and an incredibly terrible hangover. Your head throbs and your body aches. Sunlight splashes in from the closed blinds and illuminates your face, making you squint.

“Turn that off, Jesus Christ, Y/N,” Taehyung snaps, his voice muffled and aggravated.

Your mind is too groggy to realize he’s sleeping next to you, too groggy to suddenly remember what happened the night before. Until, of course, you feel your limbs tangled with not only Taehyung’s but another’s. When you crane your neck to look, you see Jeon Jungkook splayed out beside you sleeping peacefully and you gasp.

The events of the night before suddenly flood your mind and everything is hazy up until your wild time with the two boys. Your muddled sober mind alerts your heart and suddenly it’s beating hard and fast in your chest as you register the situation. You’re used to waking up with a naked Taehyung by your side but never were you used to waking up next to a naked Taehyung and Jungkook.

Jungkook stirs in his sleep then and you curse silently, diving for your phone on the floor before realizing your drastic mistake. Your core is still tender and your legs feel so delicate, nearly caving in beneath you as you wobble precariously. Somehow, you manage to grab your phone and tap the snooze button hastily. Taehyung’s still half asleep on his side but Jungkook lays on his back and you’re surprised to see him looking up at you with a quirked eyebrow and a tiny smirk.

“Don’t you dare say anything,” You hiss. “Holy shit, that wasn’t a dream?”

You gnaw on your lower lip and reach down blindly to grab the nearest article of clothing on the floor (one of Taehyung’s shirts) to toss over your bare body. To soothe your aching muscles, you resort to kneeling on the edge of the bed.

“It wasn’t,” Taehyung murmurs.

“Nice to know you think our dicks are dream worthy though,” Jungkook snorts. “So when’s our round two?”

Your promise from the night before dawns on you all too suddenly and, though you feign your usual annoyance for both boys, the potential prospect of another night with the two of them thrills you to no end.  

“I━ I━” You stammer.

“Come back here, baby,” Taehyung muses. “It’s too early to be up right now. You can sleep a bit longer before you pretend you hate the both of us.”

Your eyes flicker down to your phone to check the time: 6 a.m. You can barely walk, let alone function this early in the morning, even without the added stress of your hangover, and sleep seems far too appealing to ignore. Maybe you can stay for a few more hours…

“Fine,” You grumble. You crawl back between them and wiggle around until you’re laying back on the bed. “But you’re making me that cup of coffee when I wake up, Taehyung.”

“Anything else, princess?” Taehyung grins.

“Maybe run me a bath too,” You wince as you settle back against the bed. “Everything hurts.”

“Will do,” Jungkook says. “Gotta do the most to make sure we get that second round. Now, come here━”

The boys snicker and, soon, the three of you have slipped back into a peaceful slumber.

You know that when you wake you’ll profusely deny that the night before and the morning after had ever happened; that you’ll never again find yourself in either Jungkook’s or Taehyung’s bed, much less with the both of them at the same time ━ but you find that you never really listen much to rules anyway.

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[portalwalker]

Maria almost moved to help Benta set the campfire, but she noticed that his movements were practiced and decided not to interrupt him. It could throw him off, and with what she had yet to tell him...well, she didn't want him juggling rubble when she started telling him about herself.

Instead, she sat down across from him, putting her hoverboard next to her as she listened to his agreement to the conversation's shift in focus.

Thankfully, he waited until he'd set up the fire before he asked anything.

Maria let out a long sigh, her shoulders relaxing in a deflating manner. This was going to be...a lot. At least he wasn't asking where she'd come from yet.

"There's a lot that went into that. Remember how I said my soul was in my power core?" She tapped the center of her chest; the metal mesh of her white gloves clinked against the harder armor. "That core is a crystal from another reality. It was gifted to me as a shard from a much larger crystal sphere that an entire civilization revolved around, and even wearing a shard meant longer lifespans because of the energy they released. My core looks more like that original crystal it came from now -- a sphere, rather than a rectangular prism with a pointed end -- but that's just because of how long I've been in this state.

"But it's got other properties, too. And one of them came into effect about...a year and a half, I think, after I got the shard?" Maria frowned, tilting her head. "Maybe a little less. It's been a long time since I've had to think back to those days...." She shook her head. "Anyway -- I traveled to a city that was having troubles of its own, intent on helping solve the big problem and make sure the bad guys got what was coming to them. Unfortunately, I overestimated myself, and ended up attacked by one of the troublemakers -- a robotic humanoid that fired metal blades. The city was known for being a nexus of inventive creations, you see, and there were two mechanical scientists who were experimenting with creating mechanical beings, and they ended up being at war with each other because--"

Maria cut herself off. "Right. We're talking about me more than Light and Wily right now. I can get back to them if you're still curious. But I was attacked by an aggressive robot, and while I managed to retaliate with a lot of fire -- enough to put 'Metal Man' out of his misery -- I ended up falling unconscious from the energy use and the wounds I'd taken. Rock, one of Light's creations, found me bleeding out and took me back to Light to see if there was any way to save me. My body was too far gone by that point, but my crystal shard took in my soul, so I never passed on. I think Light noticed, because he took that shard and used it as a power core for a mechanical body designed to look like the organic one I'd had. I ended up learning about what happened later, when the holographic disguise wore off in the middle of a fight with another one of Wily's 'bots. It was quite a shock, for a sixteen, almost seventeen-year-old."

Sixteen. She'd been a teenager -- older than most Trainers who went on their first journeys, but still too young to be involved in violent confrontations like what she was briefly describing.

Maria gave Benta a moment to absorb that before she added, "This isn't that first mechanical body, but the design's been mostly consistent. At first all the parts got replaced slowly over time, but then I had to go through a massive round of upgrades after some...pretty monumental problems. And a long time after that, I needed an entirely new body built from the ground up. But my memories and soul are still tied to the same power source, and my soul core's intact. So I'm still me. Just...far removed from the person I used to be."

There were always what-if questions about who she could've been if she'd still been human -- who she might've fallen for, if children were ever a possibility. But the life she led meant she couldn't linger on those what-ifs for long.

She gave Benta some time to absorb her response before she asked one of her own. "I noticed you have some augments I haven't seen on pokemon before." Most specifically other Mewtwo. "Have you always had them?"

Maria had no doubt that her question that would open an equally large barrel of Magikarp.

The large pokemon listened quietly, though didn't glance her way again until she finished her say.

Yet again he had to admit she caught his interest, at least a little. He didn't know what exactly she could say that would alter his worldview. But somehow that didn't sound entirely like a bad thing. His view of the world had already been changed a lot, in incredibly negative ways lately. Who knows...maybe it would be a good distraction, if nothing else.

Or maybe not. There was always the chance it could be worse.

Said chances were low, but never zero.

Benta took another breath to clear his head. "Very well." Using his powers he pulled scraps of wood and stone from the rubble, bringing them to the center of the tile floor where they could safely be used for a small controlled fire. "I imagine we will be here for a while. If we are 'exchanging notes', as it were...you are welcome to ask me any questions you like as well." After all, he figured there might be one or two. Even unpleasant ones.

After arranging the rubble into a make-shift fire pit, he lit the wood with a spark of his psychic electricity. When Greavee saw the small flame ignite she left Benta's side to inspect it with him following in tow. Once she gave it a short sniff, she curled up just short of the barrier of stones he used to contain the fire. And Greavee wagged her tail as he sat down with her, leaving his cloak and hat folded together beside them.

"I do have one thing I would like to ask first..." he said after a moment.

"You said before that you used to be human," he noted. He also remembered her mentioning that her soul somehow powered her core, or just sat in the middle of it? Something like that. The concept of such technology was rather lost on him, like most usually was."So, how then did you become...some sort of living machine?"

[viktorshands]

Valentine’s Series: Ekko x Reader

Ekko x Zaun Reader on Valentine’s Day ♥

Author’s note: This is 6 of 8 posts that I am doing in a mini-series including my favorite Arcane characters. Valentine’s Day Cards made by me (Bonus one at the end! This one is definitely just more of a small fic since I don’t mention Valentine’s Day at all (sue me).

Warnings: Fluff.

“Hey! I didn’t expect to see you here!” You sauntered across the courtyard to a seated Ekko, perched on the concrete stairs across from the tree.

“What are you talking about Y/N? I live here.” Ekko looked up at you from his hoverboard. His arms shrugged, expressing his visible confusion mixed with a hint of sarcasm.

You cursed yourself, the nervousness had already taken over. Not that you had any reason to be nervous, Ekko was your dear friend of years. 

“Hellooo? Ekko to Y/N? Come in Y/N.” Ekko teased, he waved his wrench-clad hand in front of your face. 

You blinked and made a face at him, “Yeah, yeah, I’m here.” 

“Could have fooled me.” He cracked a little smile at you and went back to his tinkering. You bit the inside of your cheek, cringing at yourself, thankful that he was no longer looking at you with those dark, warm brown eyes of his.

“I just, ah, I wanted to know if you had any plans for tonight?” You blurted out, surprising yourself with your newfound gumption.

“Actually, I do,” your chest tightened - your body tensed to brace yourself as he continued speaking, “but I would like it if you would accompany me. I need to test out the modifications I made to my hoverboard.”

You were content sitting next to him on the stairs for the next hour, albeit your behind a little sore from the unforgiving concrete. With one last turn of a small screwdriver Ekko announced, “That should do it. Come on, let’s go!” He holds his hoverboard in one hand and grabs yours in the other, yanking you up from your spot.

Your heart raced as the two of you ran through one of the passageways leading out of the Firelights sanctuary. You didn’t stop until you got to the border of the Lanes, along the runoff river from Piltover. The rumble of the water in the distance was the only sound aside from the air slowly escaping your nose, trying to catch your breath after keeping up with Ekko’s pace.

Without hesitation, Ekko hopped on his hoverboard as it whirred to life and made a few clicks with his foot. He took off with a - whoosh - leaving you coughing in a cloud of billowing dust. You wiped your eyes with your sleeve and saw Ekko doing all kinds of tricks in the distance over the water. His speed was faster than you’ve seen before, and you put the pieces together that that’s what he was working on this afternoon. 

He zoomed past you, kicking up more dust around you and making your hair and clothes fly back from how close he got to you.

“Ekko! What the hell!” You called, coughing again to get the dust out of your throat.

He rounded a large boulder and jumped off his hoverboard about ten paces from you, taking the machine in his hands and saying, “So what do you think? Not bad, huh?”

“I mean, you were going super fast. But I’ll be honest - the amount of dust you kicked up kind of spoiled the fun for me as a bystander.” You folded your arms, a playful smirk making its way to your face.

Ekko’s facial expression changed to match yours as he walked towards you, stopping when he was right in front of you. His right hand came up to your face and he brushed your cheek with his thumb. “Yeah, I guess I did kick up a lot of dust. But if I didn’t, I wouldn’t get to do this -” His thumb brushed your bottom lip, the gesture making your eyes widen and your heart still in your chest.

Your faces were just inches apart. You could feel his steady breath with a soft puff of air over your lips. With a slight movement he tilted your chin up and enveloped your lips in a delicate kiss.

[chaomother]

Warning this is long and dramatic

Reader is a little mean and Sonic is whiny af 'cause that's in character (also sub sonic so double the drama)

Sonic's pov until it isn't

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What did you do to me this time, angel? my head hurts, burns inside my skull as I try my best to finish the race I tried, I really did It was not enough, I was not enough I fell off my hoverboard it was all a blur from there, a blur filled with pain, broken cries that escaped me without my permission I probably broke something. the last thing I saw was you walking towards me with calm and collected steps, a strut that drove me wild with that image in front of my eyes I felt safe once again, despite all the running flags and warnings my brain gave me

Get up and run Sonic, you know if she gets you,

you will only get hurt again. Run.

...but where do I run to? you're all I have...

I can’t describe where you took me. some sort of abandoned hospital or warehouse? I'm not sure. all I could focus on was how numb I felt

you weren't even there when I woke up

I feel the shackles around my bruised wrists cutting through my skin. It feels like I'm bleeding, but I don't know where

there's a gag in my mouth

...what are you doing to me angel?

the blur in front of me becomes clearer, and I finally see your face.

your pure, perfect face...

...is close, too close to mine. focused on my lips, whispering words that sound so far away

"What... are you doing??"

I feel your feather light touch on my chest, ignoring me completely like the old times, giggling so happily

this is all wrong... I can't do this. I don't wanna ruin you. you're so pure, so flawless...

...and I'm not worthy of that.

I try to escape your touch, but you grab my face firmly, forcing me to look at you, as if to remind me of something

you look so divine

you're all I want

I gave all of me for you

you don't think I deserve to be loved back, do you, my sunshine?

you judge me by my past, just like all of them

and I don't blame you angel

all is forgiven, all is forgotten.

just stay with me, I'll indure this for you

I promise, just for you...

Sonic's thoughts turned to nothing but statics when your mouths and bodies finally collide together. it pulled a desperate cry out of him, it made his fingers dig into your skin uncontrollably.

only now he realizes the silky feeling of your body

the soft bare skin on his own shocked him like an electric wave,

now he was on fire.

every thought in his burning head replaced with pleasure, want, hunger

you play with him like an expert while his head screams at him

run!

he could do that

his legs were free

yet the thought of running blinked out and died at the first thrust of your hips, demanding for more.

his shaky hands landed on your thighs, looking at you with lovesick, half lidded eyes

It didn't seem like you were gonna let him go anytime soon, and that's all he wanted for a long time

just don't leave me again when you're done, he thought

I'll indure it all, the crushing pain, the bruised wrists, the broken bones, the unbearable truth that I'm no longer the one...

...just stay with me angel

just stay..♡

Cotton anon